After writhing for a moment, Rick swallowed down all the cold fluids that Lyra had just forced into his mouth. His nose was released, and Rick gasped in a breath of fresh air.
More of the warmth was spreading through his body, and his mind felt hazy. He had stopped crying, and calmed down considerably.
Lyra smiled, levitating another cup over. “Ready to behave?”
Rick’s eyes seemed a little glossier, and he nodded his head. He brought his chin to his chest, allowing Lyra to pour the cum into his mouth slowly. Rick took large sips, quickly emptying the glass.
His stomach was rumbling, and Rick realized how hungry he was. He eyed the bowl on the floor greedily. “Please, more. I’m hungry.”
Lyra glanced at the bowl and him, realizing it’d likely take a dozen more cups to empty it out. Then, she remembered the funnel resting against the far wall. She levitated it over Rick’s mouth. “Open up, and I’ll feed you the rest at once. No tricks?”
“No tricks! Please, I’m so hungry!” Rick was licking his lips and trying to grab the funnel with his teeth.
She lowered it into his mouth, and he sealed his lips around it. Lyra then levitated the bowl over him and began pouring the fluid slowly into the funnel.
Rick drank the sweet nectar, closing his eyes and moaning in delight. He drank it down as quickly as he could, reveling in the feeling of warmth building in his stomach.
Lyra set the bowl down, having emptied it, and took the funnel out. This caused Rick to snap awake, realizing his food had been taken away.
“I’m sorry!” Rick said. “Please feed me more, whatever I did wrong I won’t do it again!”
Lyra scratched behind her ear with a hoof in confusion. “But you drank it all, how are you still hungry?”
Rick saw the empty bowl and began to cry. “But. . . more, please, Lyra!”
Shrugging, she climbed over the railing and stood above his head. “Well, okay! But no changing your mind. Eat me out, pet!”