She groaned as the flange of the plug settled against her backside. She’d never felt her insides so full and yet she craved even more. Her mind cast visions of Sedrak crouching over her, stuffing his thick cock into her rear and making her scream with pleasure.
“Oh… oh… oh,” she panted as his pace quickened between her legs. It was building. Her whole body thrummed as it approached, growing and casting a shadow on every thought in her mind except the anticipation she felt at the impeding release. “Oh, yes!” she squeaked.
Suddenly his hand was missing from her sex.
Its absence made her feet turn in. She fell forward, cheek against the fur, her ass swaying side to side begging that he finish her. “Master, please!” she dared demand.
The request was met with two quick swats on either side of her rear. He stepped around her.
She glanced up at him out of the corner of her eye. He did not seem displeased.
He’d doffed his loincloth and tunic. His cock was as hard as when she’d last seen, fists on his hips as he stared down at her. “Who decides when you are to feel pleasure?”
“You do, Master,” she whimpered.
He reached a hand down toward her. “Stand,” he said.
Pressing herself up to her hands and knees, she grabbed the offered hand and tried to get to her feet. The pressure in her bottom was immense. She twisted a leg one way, then the other, trying to find a position that might make it easier to rise.
He waited patiently until she stood up on legs shaky as a newborn foal’s. In order to accommodate the larger plug she was forced to bend forward at her hips and stand almost on the tips of her toes. It caused her breasts to jut out again, as if she were displaying them for him on purpose.
“You should practice walking before the feast this evening. I intend to keep that plug inside you all night,” he said with a grin.
What would have caused her anger to flare just days before, instead caused the hungry ache in her sex to swell.
Sedrak took the leash and started walking back and forth through the large tent.
Leola had no choice but to follow. Hanging onto it with her hands for balance, she stepped gingerly behind him, her hips swaying in an exaggerated way to accommodate the implement in her backside.
He paraded her around like this, hungry eyes roaming down her curves. Finally, he led her to the large throne-like chair across from the entrance. Instead of seating her, he bent her forward over one of the arms with a hand on the small of her back.
As he stepped behind her his hands settled on her ass cheeks. He caressed them, running his fingers down into the insides of her thighs before cupping her bottom again. “Gods help me, how I crave to take you this instant!”
Beside herself and panting, her mouth fell open and words she never would have spoken before spilled out. “I beg you, Master, please!”
His low chuckle coming from behind her made it clear that was not his intention. Not yet.
She blushed, ashamed she’d let her inhibitions peel away and said something that made him laugh.
He grabbed one of her wrists and drew her hand back toward him. He wrapped it around his turgid member and squeezed. “Do you feel how hard you make me?”
She sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation. He was as hard as polished marble and hot. His cock was hot. Leola’s mind reacted by immediately supplying a fresh vision of what it would look like slipping into her tight sex.
“What would you have me do now, Leola?” he asked.
She blushed hotter at the question. He meant to draw out of her in lewd detail all of the things she wanted him to do. Somehow the humiliation she’d felt so recently at such questions was absent. In its place an excitement throbbed through her, a titillation at the prospect of revealing all of the tawdry details of her desires to him. “I want to feel you inside of me, Master,” she whispered.
He answered with a smack on her rear. “I will claim your cunt when I am ready,” he growled. “What is it you want now, Leola?”
She chewed her lip and thought before answering. “I want… I crave release, Master. I want to feel that… that wave of ecstasy that makes me not myself.” Out of the corner of her eye she saw him smile with half his mouth.
“That is better,” he said. “And how would you have me grant you your wish?”
“With your hand, please, Master,” she replied.
“I have a better idea,” he said.
She shuddered as he cupped her sex again, then gasped as he sank to his knees behind her. Her body stiffened as the tip of his tongue licked around the flange, then dipped lower to her exposed pussy. Her body trembled.
Beneath her she could hear the sound of him lapping at her sex. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her as he started flicking that special spot.
Just days ago she would have found such an act utterly disgusting. Now she wished the heat it inspired between her legs would never end.
She gripped the arm of the chair, bracing herself against the wave of ecstasy that was about to crash through her. She closed her eyes and a vision blossomed of Sedrak between her legs, thrusting his rigid cock into her pussy until he was spent.
The wave crested, drowning her in bliss. She moaned but her own voice seemed distant. Lost in the thrall of his touch she shook through the aching release and emerged out the other end panting and exhausted. Her legs were trembling.
Sedrak rose.
She glanced over her shoulder, desperate to see what he was doing.
He had his cock in hand and was stroking it. A clear fluid seeped from the tip. Staring at her ass, he smacked it first with his other hand,
