Melanie made no sound, but her actions spoke for her as she gripped the base and pulled herself forwards. The head slipped inside, pinning her tongue to the bottom of her mouth as drool moistened the tip. She sucked it hard, hoping to satisfy the Gold Chief some, before holding in her breath as she forced it deeper. Her jaw ached with the strain, but Melanie persisted, and ever-so-slowly, just when it looked like she wasn't making any progress, it went farther still and jabbed the back of her throat. She reared back, letting some slip out, before driving herself forwards as the first ridge tickled the roof of her mouth. Graciously, her spit slicked up the cock, and while it was still slow-going, she bobbed her head up and down on the length with growing speed as it slid further down her throat. With a gag, the second ridge came upon her, and though tears seeped freely into her fur from her sore jaw, she was determined. Her breathing was irregular, though she could barely breathe at all. She paused for a moment, savoring a deep breath, before spearing herself up to the next ridge as it stretched her esophagus. Her muscles fought fiercely against the urge to spit up, though she was sure the rippling warmth of her gullet must've been a start.