Tara’s Throne of Dominance: 12 Inches of Ownership
The bedroom glowed in soft amethyst light—plush purple velvet drapes, silver-trimmed mirrors reflecting candle flames, a massive four-poster bed piled with silk sheets the color of midnight. Tara reclined against a mountain of pillows like a queen, long dark hair fanned around her pretty face, full natural tits rising with each slow breath. Between her parted thighs rested her pride and joy: a thick, veined 12-inch cock, already half-hard and glistening with a bead of pre-cum at the tip.
The sub—naked, collared, wrists cuffed behind his back—knelt at the foot of the bed, eyes wide, trembling. He’d begged for this session. Now he looked terrified. Tara smiled sweetly, voice like velvet over steel. “You wanted to serve a real Goddess, didn’t you? Look at it. Look at what you’re going to worship tonight.”
She stroked herself lazily, fingers barely wrapping around the massive girth. “Come closer, pet. Kiss it. Show me how grateful you are.” He crawled forward, lips brushing the swollen head. Tara sighed, guiding him with one hand in his hair. “Open wide. Take as much as you can. If you gag, I’ll just push deeper.”
He stretched his mouth around the head, cheeks hollowing as he struggled to take even the first few inches. Tara moaned softly, hips rocking gently to feed him more. “That’s it… choke on Goddess’s big cock. Feel how thick it is. This is what real power looks like.” Saliva dripped down his chin as she held him there, letting him adjust before pulling him off with a wet pop.
“Turn around,” she commanded. “Ass up. Present yourself.” He obeyed, face pressed to the silk, back arched. Tara rose gracefully, cock bobbing heavily between her legs, tits swaying as she moved behind him. She slicked herself with lube, then pressed the fat head against his tight hole. “Beg for it. Beg your Goddess to stretch you open with her 12 inches.”
“Please… Goddess Tara… please fuck me… I need your big cock inside me… own me…” His voice cracked with need and fear. Tara pushed in slowly—inch after thick inch—until half her length was buried. He gasped, body shaking. She leaned over him, breasts pressing against his back, lips at his ear. “Good boy. Now take the rest.”
One long, relentless thrust and she bottomed out—balls deep, hips flush against his ass. He cried out, fists clenching in the cuffs. Tara stayed still for a moment, letting him feel every pulsing vein, every inch claiming him. Then she began to move—slow, deep strokes that made the bed creak and his moans turn broken.
“Look at you,” she purred, reaching around to stroke his small, leaking cock. “Getting hard from being fucked like a bitch. Pathetic… but so pretty when you’re stuffed full.” She picked up speed—long, powerful thrusts that slapped skin on skin, her heavy tits bouncing with each drive. He sobbed into the sheets, ass clenching around her massive shaft.
“Cum for me,” she ordered, slamming deep and grinding. “Cum while I breed your tight hole.” He shattered—body convulsing, spilling weakly onto the silk while Tara kept pounding through his orgasm. She didn’t stop until she was ready—hips snapping forward one final time as she buried herself to the hilt and flooded him with hot, thick spurts. Pulse after pulse filled him until it leaked out around her cock, dripping down his thighs.
Tara pulled out slowly, admiring the gape, the creamy mess. She flipped him onto his back, straddled his chest, and fed her still-hard cock into his mouth. “Clean me. Taste your ass and my cum.” He sucked obediently, eyes glassy, completely broken and owned.
She stroked his hair gently now. “That’s my good boy. You belong to me now—body, mind, and every hole. Say it.”
“I belong to Goddess Tara…” he whispered around her shaft.
She smiled, pretty face glowing in the purple light. “Exactly. Now rest. Tomorrow we start training you to take all 12 inches without crying.”