“No, sweetheart. I’m obviously not going to do that. I’m going to hold you in place just like this… lean a little forward, spread your legs… good girl.”
He’s praising me as if I am doing as he tells me, but we both know I have no choice. I am under his control.
My legs spread and he moves around behind me, rubbing his hand along the seam of my britches. “You look good in these,” he says. “It would be a pity to ruin them. But so much of you is going to be ruined before this is over.”
He goes ahead and closes my legs with his hands, then draws the pants down over my hips, removing them entirely before forcing my legs open again, exposing my bare sex to his gaze.
“Did you ever think you’d be captive to someone who knows the workings of the dark as well as you do?”
I grunt in response, then moan as he starts to stroke my pussy. It feels good. Everything he does feels good. I am curious about the conduit, how he’s able to channel my energy into it. I wonder if it stores the magic, or if he’s drawing from it.
“Stop thinking,” he censures me. “You need to be mated, and that is what I am going to do.”
“I’ve been fucked so many times,” I whimper.
“Yes. You have. And you’re going to be fucked again,” he says, his tone quite merciless as he prepares me to be used. “It’s time you started putting your attention toward your twin duties of being mated and having pups.”
“I think I hate you,” I moan as his fingers find my clitoris.
“I hope you do,” he grins. I can hear the smile in his voice as he starts to circle that hungry little bud. “I hope you hate me as I fuck you senseless. By the time I am done with you, you’re going to be writhing with orgasm, filled with my cum, and your naked, sweating body is going to be coated in salt.”
He forces me to crawl to the center of the salt circle, following me with his fingers on my pussy. His touch is relatively gentle for the moment, but I know it won’t stay that way. Soon enough I am going to have his thick, evil cock deep inside me.
“Poor little witch wolf, held captive in a distant cabin, used by the only mate who will ever understand who she really is, and what she really does,” he purrs behind me. “You’re such a naughty little creature.”
He slides his fingers into my sex. I wince a little, because of the residual aching from previous matings. I am not used to being fucked so ruthlessly, so roughly, or so repeatedly.
“This is mine,” he says. “The others will use it from time to time, but you and I will know who truly owns this tight little hole that aches to be used.”
I’m starting to get turned on. The more he acknowledges what a bad guy he is, and the less he pretends to be anything other than a wicked wolf wizard, the more I want everything he is saying to be completely true. I want to belong to him. I want to be held in thrall, unable to move. I want to be forcibly bred.
Arousal is a hell of a drug. It is making me absolutely mad with submissive impulses that I can’t control.
“Starting to get very wet indeed, little witch,” he says, stroking his fingers in and out of me. “I think I might be able to get you to the stage you beg for my cock. What do you think?”
“No,” I moan, but only because I have to in order to keep even a shred of self-respect.
He chuckles and keeps toying with my pussy. I cannot move. Not an inch. So when he slides his fingers inside me, then pulls them out, I just have to take the penetration, the same way I am going to just have to take his cock later.
“Are you starting to understand, Tabby?” Skor growls the question softly. “Your power is limited, and your body is weak. It betrays itself. Your mind may want freedom, but your flesh wants to be wrapped around a thick bare cock as it pumps fresh seed into your fertile little hole.”
I try not to respond to his words, but biting my lower lip only goes so far toward self-control when my pussy is starting to absolutely soak his fingers.
I feel him rise up behind me, and I know he is freeing his cock. I am going to be fucked, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
“Slide your sweet little cunt back on my cock,” he orders.
I would never do that, but in this moment I have no choice. I feel my hips sliding back, the soft lips of my pussy wrapping around his cock. I am pushing back against him. I am fucking myself on his dick. He is not moving at all. It’s me, following the force of his will, impaling myself all the way back on the long rod that is now engulfed deep inside me.
Soft whimpers escape me as I do as I am compelled to do, the now familiar ache of sex with a well-bred pussy feeling good and bad at the same time.
“Such a good girl,” he praises me as my ass bounces off his rock-hard abs repeatedly. “Fuck me a little harder, really work that pussy. Show me how obedient you can be.”
I let out a soft whine as I obey him again, forcing my pussy down on his dick over and over with more rapid strokes that make him start to swell inside me and make the sensitive walls of my pussy start to feel like they are being punished in the best kind of way. I am tingling all over, my clit sending pulses of raw excitement to every nerve I have.
“That’s right,” he says. “I can make you submit to me quite easily, can’t I, Tabby. I can turn your sweet little pussy into a filthy hole for me to use. I can breed you, and I can fuck you for my own amusement. I can use you whenever I like.”
His voice is controlled, while my breath comes in helpless little pants. I am working hard to fuck myself just like he’s telling me to fuck myself. I can feel his knot rising too. He’s going to have me get myself bred by him.
