She gasped and looked down as the fluid began rolling down her chest, coating her nipples.
Another spurt flew through the air. This time it fell in fat clumps just below her collarbone. Sedrak let out a deep sigh and let go of his cock.
His eyes were glued to the hot liquid moving down her chest, sticking, drying and cooling against her skin. He seemed lost for a moment, and then placed his fingers against her breasts, gently rubbing the liquid into her skin.
But the trance he seemed to be under was broken suddenly: he shook his head and reached for the ground, snatching a scrap of material, which he tossed at her. “Clean yourself,” he barked, turning away from her.
Trembling, she picked it up and dabbed up the essence he’d spilled onto her chest. And though she should have been revolted by it, she found it strangely titillating. This beast of a warrior shooting his essence onto her full breasts felt lewd but at the same time it caused that achy warm feeling to return between her legs.
Sedrak was not facing her; he was pouring himself a glass of wine. When he turned to her, the tenderness that had temporarily entered his demeanor was gone again. Leola looked at him, imploring with her eyes: if she had done something wrong, she wanted desperately to amend it, but she did not know what it was.
“On your hands and knees,” Sedrak commanded.
Leola fell forward again, resuming the position he’d been so pleased with.
He sank to his knees behind her and picked up the implement.
She dared to turn her head, attempting to see what he meant to do to her next. If he were to spank her again… even the thought of it made her burn with the memory of his hand hot on her bottom. Her cunny throbbed.
“Eyes straight ahead,” Sedrak growled. He punctuated his command with a heavy slap on her bottom.
Her head snapped forward as she did his bidding. Her back arched as the tip of the implement grazed against her tender folds.
He rubbed it up and down her leaking slit, collecting the wetness. When the tip dragged along the tender skin between her sex and bottom hole, she shivered with the unfamiliar delight. When it pressed against the ring of muscle that led to her backside she sucked in air. She could not stop herself from whipping her head back to look at him. But he was staring at her bottom, watching the implement as he played with it, teasing her bottom hole.
She turned away before she was caught, and stared at the tent flap, the sensations in her body crashing together as waves. Her cheeks burned.
Sedrak seemed unperturbed by her reaction. Twisting the thing, he pressed the tip into her.
“Ah!” she cried as it stretched her. She dug her hands into the furs. Surely this was so very wrong, so dirty… but she must please him, she had no choice.
Another stinging slap landed on her bottom.
“Relax, woman,” Sedrak muttered.
Leola wanted to obey, but she could not control her body. “I do not… I do not know how,” she admitted. Her skin was damp with sweat from the effort.
She had expected a gruff command, or another spanking, but Sedrak’s hand landed on her lower back and pushed gently down. His fingers traced a circle around her stretched skin, and she shivered.
“You must push out, and that will allow you to take this in,” he explained, almost patiently.
Breathing quickly, Leola released the muscles keeping the thing from entering.
He pushed it in deeper.
Her toes splayed as it stretched her, its girth opening her backside and pressing deeper still.
The beads of sweat that had formed at her temple now slid down her cheeks, as she concentrated on pushing out, as he had instructed. A desire to please him had overcome her yet again, a desire not born purely of her wish to avoid being punished. For when she thought of punishment, her cunny squeezed with the peculiar, not entirely unpleasant feeling.
Sedrak clapped a hand on her ass, twisted the thing, and with a final push drove it in until the flange settled against her backside. He patted her ass.
This time when she blushed it was partly at the shame and humiliation of being probed like an animal. But part of the reaction came from the tender way he lauded her acceptance of the implement. His touch still rough but far gentler than it had been.
“My, that’s pretty,” he muttered, standing up.
She didn’t dare move, waiting for his next command instead.
He stepped around to face her and offered a hand.
Reaching up she took it. But when she tried to stand she found the pressure in her backside nearly unbearable. “I don’t… Master, I don’t know if I can…”
“Quiet. Stand,” he said. Grabbing both her hands he hauled her to her feet.
The thing made standing equally difficult. She squirmed and turned, trying to find a position where it didn’t press on the inside of her quite so much. Every movement caused it to make contact with a part inside of her that ached like her pussy, strangely, pleasantly, sorely.
She finally settled on rolling onto the balls of her feet and pressing her bottom out into the air behind her. It was the only position that she could bear for more than a moment.
Sedrak watched her make the adjustments. He rubbed his chin. “You like a plug in your bottom?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.” She knew this to be the only acceptable answer, and yet her words were not entirely a lie. She knew it was dirty and wrong, and being forced to admit that she liked it made the cool arousal in her lower abdomen twist yet again. As she stood
