V3 Chapter 44
"That's it, Regina,"
Cian crooned.
"That's my sweet girl."
He moved his fingertip in a tiny circle, sending lightning bolts of pleasure darting through her loins, while his other hand stroked her breasts and his mouth latched onto the sensitive flesh below her ear.
"You're ready, I can tell. Ready to make love,”
“Hurk!” Regina’s breath caught from the incredible stimulus. Then, suddenly, he raised his hand and again slapped her tits back and forth, even lifting the heavy flesh from her chest and dropping it to watch it bounce. The undersides were so sensitive, and not used to any attention (even from herself!).
From behind her, the red-haired woman also took delight in scratching her nails there and slapping the pale unblemished skin. Regina heard her growled again, feeling her incredible large breasts, clearly bigger than hers rubbing against her back, and she squirmed.
Feeling all this incredible stimulation, she couldn't help but cry out over and over again—“Please! Don—I can’t---urgh!” she squealed and arched when Amadea caught her nipples, pinching them roughly and pulling them up so that her breasts stretched uncomfortably.
“Wow, look at her move," she heard the red-haired woman behind her said hotly on her ear. But she didn’t have the time to care about it as she felt her ass twisting. She tried to control this movement but it was of no use. Her breathing was fast, her tits were hard, and her pussy was swollen with desire.
She could feel the red-haired woman painfully pinching her erect nipples, squeezing her breast hard, and most of all the warm wetness within the hot walls of her cunt as the Foxman’s finger continued to slide teasingly in and out of her hole.
"Ohhhh," she moaned as she came. She came hard. She bit her lips hard, enough to taste iron in her tongue to stifle her moans as her whole body shook violently. She came as never before in her life. Her senses reeled. The two people around her, chuckled lewdly as she gasped and shook and quivered before their hot eyes.
“You have such nice breasts—pity you’re wasting them to your tiny-cock-lover. But now,” Amadea leaned forward, nibbling her earlobes, while her hands squished her breasts, “They’re ours.” she laughed while absently twisting her nipples as she came and came and came.
Regina’s body went limp in her arms as the strange, lascivious woman seemed to squeeze her back to her tits. Her orgasm had diminished and she was dazed and stunned by the intensity of her massive climax.
"Come on, slave, say ‘Master, please violate me!’” she commanded.
Amadea stared at her lover’s eyes and she saw clear, amusement, and praise in his gaze, and she felt incredibly satisfied.
“Come on say it, say it” she urged again, feeling incredibly powerful.
Regina gulped and panted, then raised her head to look at the Foxman staring down at her with those dark dangerous red eyes. Her heart was in her throat, pounding so hard that it wracked her entire body. She felt her core throbbed as the Foxman’s fingers continued to wriggle against her. She was losing control of herself, her hips starting to gyrate against the Werebeast’s hand. Smiling lewdly, he worked the full length of his finger in and out of her squishy drenched cunt-hole.
The Foxman grinned at her.
"Do you have anything to say?"
Regina lowered her lashes, afraid to answer, afraid she'd shame herself by saying what was on her mind – still, the feelings shooting through her at this moment were wonderful, wild, and delicious! When she again peered up at him, He smiled and said kindly, "Remember your vow, Regina. Now you are not Regina Railbert anymore, but Regina, our beautiful, delicious slave,"
Regina swallowed nervously.
He had a very nice smile for such a wicked man. She closed her eyes as if to shut it all out, but just the opposite happened, because she always closed her eyes when she played with herself – it increased her pleasure.
The ticklish sensations deep in her belly intensified. Her clit tingled. And, right then, a wave of excitement washed through her and she gasped, writhing beneath the man's ministrations to her cunt.
Now, all her resistance flowed down with her pussy juice, and, out of her mind with intoxicating sensations, she spread her pretty legs wide and humped his finger viciously.
Him….
Yes…him!
It’s all from this hunger…no…!
This feeling is closer to starvation!
“Ma, master please, please violate me…more, I want more,.”
I’m going crazy…!!
In the end, she surrendered. The incredible pleasure clouding her mind, and controlling her like a virus.
“Good girl,”
Cian laughed softly, as he carefully parted her knees with his hands. He moved his face closer to her fragrant cunt, slowly sliding his hands along her inner thighs until they found the tender lips of her pussy.
“Oooh,” Regina moaned when her thong was shoved to one side and his fingers boldly invaded that private space. He explored her slick folds, easing them aside so that his middle finger could probe the entrance of her depths.
When the digit sunk into her, tight walls clinging tightly around him, her hips began to quake as she fought against the involuntary urge to buck against him; it was becoming increasingly difficult when his thumb met and rubbed against her pearl.
The strength of her contracting muscles increased around his invading finger.
A warning sounded in her drugged mind, but it was too far away, too dimmed by the tranquilizer-like charm and rarified surroundings to be effective. Unconsciously, she tried to move Amadea’s hands from her breasts but only succeeded in bringing her hand to rest on hers- and then let it fall back to her side.
“Don’t fight, okay? Just relax, and come, feel the pleasure, and surrender fully,”
Amadea said softly against her ears.
Cian grinned only as he fumbled with her cuntal lips. Regina labored for breath and squirmed harder, only pushing the now wet and swollen lips of her vagina down against the ground and making herself more aroused than ever.
"Oh, M, master! Oh, Master!" she groaned as he plundered her dual orifices with his expert fingers, her lips finding the pebbled clitoris, causing an even more strong sensation that almost caused her to go insane.
"This is so wrong. Ooooooh!"
Her body was shaking with passion and the juice from her glands gushed out of her pussy, bathing her new master’s finger. She sighed, unable to control the passion that his skillful fingers were stirring in her cunt. She could feel her juices beginning to flow and her clit begin to swell from the Foxman’s wonderful stroking. Her lust and desire were overcoming her, making her forget the shock and shame of being played by the two pervert monsters. She was once again giving in to the beautifully wicked desires and yearnings of her body.
Cian felt the flow of her juices beginning to soak his fingers and watched Regina with satisfaction as her body relaxed and her face flushed with a passionate glow. It had been even easier than he had imagined. He winked at Amadea, her beautiful lover, and once again felt he was really fortunate to have her.
Without her, Regina would be hard to tame.
With flushed cheeks and sweat glistening on her forehead, Regina stared lustfully at her captor, clenching her teeth. Her mind reeled with the exquisite sensations of her new master’s tongue and lips tantalizing her clit. And she felt his long, slender fingers penetrating her cunt-hole, too. It was even better than just being licked at, she realized as she let the hot, sensual desire glowing in her cunt take complete control of her body.
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The instinctive response was in control now and was shutting down any form of protest she could give to try to dissuade his advances.
A small part of herself was screaming how she wanted to get out of there.
But the rest of her was screaming for more.
Cian moved away then, spacing themselves out before hooking his hands underneath her knees. She grunted softly in discomfort when her butt was dragged over the stone floor.
“What… are you doing?”
“I’ll have my meal, of course,” he said simply and kept to the course.
He readjusted himself, legs pulled underneath him so that he was almost curled in a ball. For a moment, he glanced at her, smirking at her with his eyes rather than his straight mouth. Then, his whole attention was trained to the uneven hem of her blue skirt; just the tiniest hint of her undergarment could be seen from this vantage point. But he was not hesitant to push up the skirt to eye his prize.
With a powerful, sure hand, he discarded the white thong that doesn’t have any style at all. People don’t seem to care about it, but he does. If he becomes the president of this country, no, King, rather, he would surely put a lingerie shop and teach them the beauty of underwear, he mused.
Regina was startled at what he was doing, not understanding it first, and somewhat confused when he said he would have his meal.
But is he…?
She gulped, no way.
In the society, she lives in, there also family and clan that honors matriarchal power- the power over men. Thus, sometimes, she heard how women teach and humiliate their male slaves. And that is by eating their crotches and making them go down to their genitals.
They said they had always feel pleasure in the humiliating and disgusted expression the men wore when they do it.
Of course, she had never done it before. In the first place, for men, power, prestige, honor, and supremacy were the most important. They wanted to be on top of everything, including their sexual deeds, not allowing women to tower over them, to stand over them, even to give them pleasure.
All they wanted to do was to satisfy theirs.
But, is this Werebeast…really going to do it?
All by himself, without her asking him to do it?
Regina felt both humiliated and excited at the same time as the werebeast stared so openly at her crotch. She knew that now she would do anything the two of her captors told her to do. Even now, she wanted the Foxman to give her the gratification of her lust-filled body so urgently needed.
Truthfully, she somehow knew that the Foxman had deliberately manipulated her into needing him so badly and into her embarrassing nakedness. But she didn't care now. She wanted him. She needed him to give her the pleasure he and the red-haired woman promised.
Everything else can be left after.
What she wanted now is release!
Regina gulped- not knowing what to do, as she just stared at him, watch in anticipation of what he would do next.
Is he different?
Is he really going to forsake his pride to give her the pleasure she wanted?
She moaned at his audacity, beaming in anticipation when he inspected her closely.
Seemly aware of her excitement, Cian look at her and let out a sweet, handsome smile. Then, his middle and index fingers spread the engorged petals of her sex. Then those beautiful red eyes regarded her before he could dive in, mouth first.
Regina made a gurgling sound and leaned backward, her head lolling almost lifelessly to the side.
“Ooooh, you bea, uggh, master,” she sighed, almost saying something she should not. But the warning pinch of her nipples from the women behind her immediately caused her to realize her mistake, and changed her address to the Werebeast that was lapping on her delicious, aching cunt.
“Get used to it, slave. He is your master, not anything else,” Amadea whispered into her ear before she felt sharp teeth nibbling on her earlobe. She moaned and squirmed.
“You’re really tight,” he told her. He observed from his previous intrusion of her snug cunt. “Have your lover been neglecting you, or have you been quite unsatisfied with how small he could offer?”
His grin was slight and snakelike. But before she could give an answer, Regina felt his fingers shoved deeper into her, making her yelp. Cian continued his onslaught of her nether regions by brutally rubbing her clit. He watched the unwanted pleasure play across her face and became satisfied that she was being receptive.
His breath was hot and Regina unconsciously rocked her hips forward, allowing Cian to have easier access to her wet pussy. She looked down and could see that it was glistening in the dim lights. This excited her more. Cian looked up at her, and they locked eyes. She felt his hot breath on her moist flesh, his lips dangling so close, ready to offer pleasure at the moment of his choosing.
A frustrated grunt left her. It was wicked enough to force himself on her, but even more so to have her expecting it, yet not delivering. What was he waiting for?
Regina felt all her thoughts flee at that moment. There was only the handsome Foxman and what he was going to do to her next. For a few minutes, Cian sniffed around the pink slit of her twat like a hungry animal, breathing heavily and moistening his face with the young woman's sticky juices.
“You smell so good,” he purred, causing Regina’s face to flush beet red. But the corner of her lips arched upward, feeling somewhat happy from the praise.
She was about to say something when, under her wide, surprised eyes, the Foxman dropped his head down to her crotch, pulling his saturated fingers from her depths to be replaced by his mouth and tongue.
Flicking her clit with his tongue, Cian drew a startled gasp from Regina. She rocked her hips forward. But he seemed content to tease her with delicate touches. Regina felt like she might die if he didn’t really touch her. She had never been teased like this before. It was an incredible first experience, and an experience she was certain she would look for more, and more, and more in the future. She now understood why those shameless women wanted someone to lick and lap their pussies, a desire she thought was vulgar.
But now-
HIs soft touches and barest hints of tongue had her gasping and needy. He hadn’t really touched her and already her pussy was clenching around nothing. She wanted- no she needed- something inside of her.
As soon as she thought that, as if reading her mind, Cian finally did something more than his light ministrations. He pushed his face up against her pussy and began to eat her in earnest. He was tender at first, like an actual lover, touching her inner thighs close to their heated apex. The trimmed, red hair of her mound tickled his lips when he headed straight for her snatch.
Regina cried out. Her head fell back with a relieved sigh when the handsome Werebeast pushed his lips against her pussy. The tongue wriggled against her folds, seeking her entrance and finally succeeding.
After all the delicate touches, this new sensation was overwhelming. His tongue was thick and wet and hot. Regina felt heat pool in her stomach. She had never been had like this before. No one had claimed her this good, and pleasured before. Regina made a gurgling sound and leaned backward, her head lolling almost lifelessly to the side.
“Ooooh, M, master,”
The endearment now flowing smoothly from her lips. She couldn't believe how good his mouth felt. She was humiliated at responding to him this way. But she didn’t care. She wanted more.
“He’s quite good at his mouth, don’t you think?” she heard the red-haired woman, who she had almost forgotten was there.
“Yessss, so good,” she replied, purring like a feline in heat.
"Ummmmmmmm, that's right, slave,"
Amadea sighed.
"I love to see you all excited and hungry like that! Feel it, love it. You know, your master can do anything and everything…he will love you so much, give you the pleasure you’ve never even imagined before. You will never regret giving yourself to him, for he is the only one in this world that can give you so much,"
Her hands continued to play with her breasts, fondling her, squeezing her breasts, and even painfully pulling them in the opposite direction. Still, Regina loves it, she liked the pain and the pleasure that comes along with it. Then, she felt her lips nuzzling the back of her neck as she squeezed and kneaded the pliant, resilient flesh under her fingers.
Regina tilted her head back in awe. She had never realized that she was in awe over his new masters' touch, whether the tongue that lapped her so deliciously, giving her incredibly sensations that ransacked her body, or the beautiful red-haired woman that seemed like some sort of a tentacled monster about to envelop her and absorb her and yet she knew it was a feeling she very much wanted.
The two new masters of hers, doing anything and everything they wanted on her body, as though repossessing her, claiming her as theirs. She thought how much she liked being claimed by somebody.
She used to think that anybody could claim her, in fact, her lover can claim her as his own, and she would not care and feel blissful, but now, she knew it, it could only be these two people. And I should be grateful, she thought, to have someone claim me like this.
Once, when they entered this ruins, Roland tried to assault her, court her, confessing his love despite her and him having lovers. She hated it, though only minimal as she knew, there are cases that happen when comrades fall in love with each other, giving to temptations not knowing whether they would survive the next day.
She almost gave it to him, in fact. But now, she was relieved, that she had not. Whether it was his fiancee or Roland, they would not be able to give this much pleasure. This much feeling of being in her master’s hands.
“Oooohhhh,”
Her chest heaved as the tongue-lashing continued. When she glanced down, all she could see was the sleek, pushed-back points of the Werebeast. But now, her new master’s raven hair and fluffy-looking fox ears she so wanted to touch and feel, shifting ever so slightly with every change of his mouth’s technique.
“Ah…”
The pleasure was overwhelming her. Her supposed-to-be Master was valiantly lapping her aching, moist cunt off as if it was the most delicious meat in the entire world. And she liked it. Droplets of sweat trickled down, seeping in the deep valley of her cleavage.
Regina found herself to be glad that her hands were tied up; if they were free, she was afraid that she might start pulling on her Master’s head and urging him to go on, or that she would grope her breasts and put on a show for him to enjoy. Of course, not because she hated doing such a thing to a Werebeast, but because she feels embarrassed.
Amadea smirked, sticking her tongue out and licking the salty flesh of her neck. With every long sweep of the tongue along her sensitive flesh, she lightly pinched and twisted her hard, succulent nipples and pulled at them for a second before releasing them and rejoicing in how her breasts jiggled at the treatment.
Even if this was joyful and even amusing for the blood alraune, it was proving to be too much for the busty young slave and soon she couldn’t take it anymore.