Wolf Whistle Ilinya Pt 05

Author's note: This story contains elements of rough, consensual sex and non-human attributes. Don't like, don't read.

NB: I also messed up on the series (which I'm still waiting to get approved by the admin). This is part 5, but there are two parts 3. Sorry bout that.

Despite returning on the same route, Ilinya and Raxon didn't meet Buster at the bridge. Maybe he's off fucking someone else, Ilinya wondered. The thought of his huge purple cock made her tingle nonetheless, but back at the dismal tower, life returned to the normal drudgery of Ilinya - well - doing just about everything and Raxon simply reading, studying and taking the money she had to fuck around for.

"Get me some mead and bring up some snacks," Raxon called from his messy library. No matter how much she organized, Ilinya couldn't keep up with the mess he made each time. Books and manuscripts were left lying about in disarray.

Ilinya carried a tray with bread and sausages and the mug of mead to her master. She was dressed in a long dress that went from her neck to her ankles. It was buttoned down the front and had long sleeves.

"Here master," your mead and snacks, "may I have some mead as well?"

Raxon looked at his slave. She was stunning to see. Her blonde hair was up in a bun with curls flowing down to frame her pretty face. Her deep green eyes, despite her subservience, sparkled. The dress tried to hide her other attributes, but the swell of her breast could hardly be camouflaged by any means. Her hips were alluringly cocked to one side as she sat the tray down in front of Raxon.

"Mead?" the cheap old bastard groaned, "is the little slut thirsty?"

Ilinya nodded.

"Well let me help you with that," Raxon cackled and poured some of the mead into a cup. He raised it in her direction as if to hand it over, but then pulled back to take a sip himself.

"I've got something better for you to drink," he smirked, "best taken direct from the source. Why don't you get under the table and suck my fat cock? Then you'll have all the juice you can handle."

Ilinya's head dropped. Of course she'd have to do as he said, the pendant around her neck compelled it. And her pussy moistened, despite her brains objections. And the ring did its part. Her dress shrank, exposing her arms, the buttons at the front opened to reveal her cleavage and just as quickly her shoes changed to heels while the hem of the dress rose up to just below her ass.

Oh fuck, she thought as she crawled under the table and busied herself with Raxon's robe, not that there was much to do. It fell open quickly and he'd stopped wearing anything underneath a while ago. His cock lay limp between his thighs, but she could tell he was already itching to get it sucked.

With a sigh she sat back on her heels and took hold of Raxon's rod. She gave it a few strokes, cradling his balls with the other hand. By now she knew what made him pop quickly and quickly is what she wanted. His cock reacted fast and rose to meet her lips as she leaned forward, pulling back the foreskin to expose the thick red head.

Oh well, here goes. She gobbled his cock into her mouth and slid down over the head and shaft. Above her, she could hear Raxon slurping on his mead. She'd much rather have a cup of mead than a load of cum. But the pendant said she needed to suck, so suck, she did. Despite his age and otherwise unimpressive stature, Raxon had plenty of meat between his legs. His fat prick stretched Ilinya's lips quickly and he was down her throat in no time, ably assisted by her forcing it deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Ilinya pulled back and popped the prick from her mouth, slapping the tip against her lips before rubbing the shaft and head all over her face. She knew when he was like this he wasn't going to fuck her, though at the moment she wished he would. Her pussy was certainly ready for some deep probing.

She balanced the head of the thick rod on her tongue, tickling with little back and forth motions teasing out some pre-cum as Raxon began to shift in his chair. She stroked down the shaft and then clamped her mouth to his balls, pushing his cock up toward his belly.

"Oh fuck yes," he groaned, "you're such a good cocksucker. I love that whore mouth on my prick. You love sucking it, don't you?"

"Mmmphh," Ilinya mumbled around the nuts in her mouth. She played with the little nuggets inside the warm tight sack, jacking the rod in her hand fiercely. Finally she rose back up and poised his head at her lips. Making a nice oval, she inhaled his cock in one go, ramming it into her throat until her nose hit his mons. She held him in her throat for quite some time until she could feel him starting to hump, then she pulled back, releasing the shaft from the confines of her soft, sweet body. Spit dripped off the end of his cock when he popped from her mouth with a wet slurp.

"Master, do you want to fuck me?" she was hoping he'd relent.

"Fucking needy whore," Raxon grumbled, "you know I can't fuck you when I'm busy studying. Just keep sucking and get my cock back down your throat."

"Yes master," Ilinya sighed and his prick once more disappeared in her mouth, her lips sliding down until she could tickle his balls with her tongue, holding his turgid member in her mouth. She rocked back and forth in short thrusts, knowing he'd blow his load pretty quick, as her tight throat was teasing his head. She squeezed his balls gently and pressed a finger just behind the nutsack. She wasn't disappointed. He squirmed, she slammed her mouth all the way down, he thrust, she wriggled back and forth and... There it was, She felt the pulsing and pressed her mouth to his groin, nearly lifting him off the chair to push him into her throat even further and she could feel each contraction as the cum burst from his nuts, rode to the tip of his cock and shot down her gullet.

She coughed just a little, but not a drop of cum escaped as she sucked while he ejaculated, until his writhing and pumping subsided and his cock shrank back down. By the time it left her mouth, it was spit shine clean, emphasis on spit.

Ilinya crawled back out from under the table and wiped her mouth as she stood.

"What are all these things, master?" she asked, looking at the manuscripts and documents. She'd cleaned up often enough, but never had much time to look at what she was dusting.

"Nothing to worry your head about," Raxon gruffly responded and stacked some papers on top of what he was reading. "Never you mind."

Ilinya gave him a sideways glance. He'd never tried to hide anything from her before and left most everything where he'd last used it. She didn't have much time for magic and she'd not been able to get any of the ingredients for her potions either. Maybe it was time to start looking around and reading what he was up to.

She choked down the rest of the cum lingering in her mouth with some disgust. But she wasn't allowed to spit, so swallowing was the only option. Looking around the room, she realized there was plenty of tidying up to do.

"Shall I organize the books again, master?"

"Huh, what?" Raxon mumbled, "yeah, sure. Go ahead."

Ilinya went about the room picking up books and manuscripts. She hadn't paid much attention to the titles before, but now that she saw he was covering something up, what might the sneaky old asshole be up to? More spells to make her fuck even more? She sorted and arranged the books, but before she found their place again, she noted every title. Most all of them had something to do with spells and potions, but at first glance none indicated how to get rid of them. Or how to free yourself from one.

When she tried to get some of the books from his desk he pushed her away. "I'll take care of these, don't worry about them."

"As you wish, master," she said cheerfully.

Raxon looked up and checked his watch. "You best be getting ready to get out there and earn me some coin. All the food you're using up is bankrupting me."

Ilinya rolled her eyes. She knew he had a drawer full of golds and silvers and more than one bag of coppers. He was just too cheap for words and as greed will have it, there is never enough.

"Yes master," she shrugged her shoulders and went on to get some of the true whore outfits he'd purchased. Not that she minded sexy clothing, she did enjoy showing her curves and was glad her big tits pushed up into a nice cleavage. She didn't mind the fucking so much either, after all, the pendant made sure she came each and every time. But, she'd rather be fucking for her own pleasure with someone she selected rather than some random troll to pay a toll.

She chose a long skirt with a slit up the side all the way to her butt cheeks. The blouse was off the shoulders and provided a clear indication that beneath were tits worth looking at, or sucking or fucking. As is mandatory, despite being out on the street, she selected high heeled shoes, that would show off her leg when it was exposed in the slit. And they made her taller. She examined herself in the mirror. She was a sexual delight, for sure. The thought made her smile and she squeezed her boobs together, forcing the cleavage even higher.

"You still here?" Raxon shouted from above, "that coin isn't going to earn itself."

Ilinya sighed. "Yes master." One last check in the mirror and she headed out the door.

But a couple of hours later, it as apparent this would be a slow night. Dead was probably a better word for it. She looked up at the streetlight she was standing under. You have to be seen to be noticed. Not only was she feeling a bit horny, but returning to the tower without any coin wouldn't be fun. The old fucker would probably make her swallow more of his nasty cum. And still her pussy cheered.

It was getting late and she was getting bored. The only entertainment were some moths fluttering around the streetlight. Hardly anyone was out on the street and even Piggy's had closed for lack of customers.

Damn it, she thought and looked up at the sky. Nothing is going on here, where the hell are all the fucking people. Just then she spotted a young man coming around the corner. He seemed in a bit of a hurry, but Ilinya didn't let the pain from her fuck-me heels keep her from pursuit.

"Hey there, hey there," she called out to the young man. He had dark hair and wore glasses. He seemed rather slight and she judged he'd be quick to cum if she could only hook him. "Slow down, let me talk to you."

She was close enough to catch the back of his coat and managed to pull him to a stop.

"Come on now," she pulled him close to her cleavage making sure he had a good view of her round orbs, "come on now, you know you want to see more of these, don't you?"

The young man's eyes nearly fell out. "Oh my goodness," he cried and tried to wriggle free, "I'd love to, but i have to hurry." And he tried to free himself from Ilinya's grasp. She held on to his coat as they moved a few steps forward.

"Oh baby, you can make time for me. Just a silver will do. Or a a few coppers. Whatever you've got." She again managed to pull him around to her impressive bosom.

He stared, gasped and tried to free himself once more.

"No, you don't understand," he sounded desperate, "I have to get going. I have to get home."

"You can go home any time, but when are you going to see another pair like this," Ilinya thrust her tits even closer to his face.

His glasses fogged up. He looked at the sky. He looked down the street. He didn't see any way to free himself from the girl, but still he tried once more, taking a step in the direction he was headed.

Ilinya was nearly as desperate as he and clung to his coat. "Baby," she breathed and pulled herself close to his ear, licking the lobe, "you know you need this. You just have to ask a little and it can all be yours. Look at all this."

Without releasing his coat, Ilinya took a step back and took a deep breath. Her boobs seemed nearly to burst out, almost as much as his eyes wanted to burst from their sockets.

He looked up again as if searching the sky.

As was her luck, he'd moved just a little closer to the rooms Raxon rented for her trade. Taking the initiative, Ilinya pulled him forward, grasping his collar. Before the young man knew it, she'd managed to get him through the door.

"You don't understand," he once again pleaded, "I really have to go home."

Ilinya turned the key and spun him around. With deft movements she had his coat off and pushed him back on a chair. He plopped down with a thud. She put her foot on the armrest. He could look up her thigh and see the puffiness of her pussy.

"Ask me for some pussy," she whispered in her most seductive voice.

"C - c - can I have, have some, some pussy?" he stammered and swallowed hard.

"Why yes, my kitty is waiting just for you and she's going to make it all better."

He still looked scared, as if expecting someone to come through the door, but Ilinya's pussy was simply too inviting and as she pushed him back for a long sensual kiss, his hesitation and fear receded just a little.

When she broke the kiss, leaning over him, her tits nearly in his face, he made one last desperate attempt.

"I really, really should be getting home."

"Too late, sweetie," the elf whispered in husky voice, "my pussy wants what you have in your pants."

She slipped the blouse lower and her tits made their entrance into the steamy scene. The young man looked at her tits, eyes wide, then up at her face and, well, he would have looked at her tits again, but Ilinya didn't give him the chance and shoved her boobs into his face, rearranging and steaming his glasses. She pulled him tight into her tits, practically smothering him with the sensual, soft, delicious orbs.

The young man could hardly catch his breath. He opened his mouth and it was quickly filled with Ilinya's nipple.

Just then a ray of moonlight fell through the window. The young man froze and became stiff like a board. Ilinya looked down at her victim, uh, customer. His eyes had glazed over and he was staring at the ceiling. His glasses hung comically to one side.

"I told you I should have gone home," he mumbled almost too quietly for Ilinya to hear.

"What? What? Are you alright," she stood back a bit, removing her tit from the young man's mouth.

The answer came in a long growl emanating from the man's throat. His arms went out to his side and he groaned deep from his lungs.

"Aaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he let out a long howl and his eyes, brown before began to glow red. Ilinya backed away. His arms grew longer and she saw how his fingers changed becoming long, hairy, and with claws at the tips where fingernails used to be. He still had ten fingers, just long hairy ones. His mouth turned into something of a snout and hair sprouted over his entire face. He stood, now towering over Ilinya and tore away his clothing. His entire body, now huge and was covered in hair. The elf backed away, her tits still hanging out of her top.

"Wha...?" she didn't get to finish the word. The young man was no longer a man, but a beast on two legs, a werewolf. Fuck, she thought, he's going to devour me and then her eyes dropped to his crotch.

Hanging between his legs was a fat, thick veiny prick. It was long and red and despite it's size jutted out from his groin. The tip was like a flat, round diamond. Ilinya's eyes widened. Maybe he was planning something else?

The thought had barely lit in her brain when he grabbed her by the tits, his long hairy fingers nearly surrounding the entire circumference of her boobs, the claws at the end leaving small welts on her skin. He pulled her roughly to him and his long, rough tongue flicked over her nipples. The sensation was anything but unpleasant and her nipples and pussy responded accordingly, the former hardening into little bullets, the latter anticipating the probe by what Ilinya's eyes had just admired.

"Hold on, not so..." her voice was cut of by a swipe of his tongue over her face and then he pushed her backward to the bed, tearing off her blouse in the process, his claws shredding the material as she fell.

"Wait," Ilinya cried out, but he was on her quickly as she fell, her legs up high in the air. The skirt was in pieces as fast as the blouse and the wolf was between her legs. He dove in, mouth first. His tongue was the longest Ilinya had ever experienced as it laved her sex, licking from her ass up to the top of her cunt and back down again. When he slid it into her hole, it slithered into her almost like a soft wet dick. He licked not only her lips, but the inside of her pussy deeper than any tongue had ever reached. Ilinya nearly screamed as the tongue stroked her insides. While the tongue was exploring her cunt, the nose was pressed firmly against her clit, creating a duality of sensations that rocked the elf's mind. Her leg shot out to the side as if she were doing an upside down split, inviting him to lick even deeper.

Ilinya pressed her hands under her ass and as best she could, pushed her hips up into his face. For his part, he reached around her ass and took hold of her tits once more. He squeezed them tightly, the nipples reaching skyward under the rough pressure, his claws dancing across the tips, exciting her flesh.

"Oooohhhhhh fuuuuuucccckkkk," Ilinya grunted as her orgasm began to churn through her body. Her pussy convulsed around his tongue as she opened herself to his ministrations. And then it erupted like a volcano sending her mind into orbit and shaking her body like a twig in the wind. She twisted in his unrelenting grasp, flailing back and forth as her body became liquid from the mind-blowing thrill of cumming.

Rather than letting up, his tongue dove deeper and when he finally extracted it, Ilinya felt weak. But he wasn't done. He let go of her tits, his claws leaving marks on the soft flesh and raised her ass high in the air. Then he nuzzled her ass, his tongue first sliding over then delving into her tight hole. If she could have, she would not have fought against the attention on her ass, but as it was, she had no opportunity to object, anyway. He had firmly gripped her legs, his fingers digging into her skin and held her where he wanted her. He nuzzled and licked first the back then the front hole and back again and over and over.

Ilinya shook and quaked as the next orgasm train rolled toward her station. Her legs, unable to move quivered in his claws as he opened her up and licked her out like ice cream in a bowl.

"Oh my god, oh fuck," she cried out again as the orgasm arrived and blew her mind once more, sending her around the world in a daze.

"Stop, stop, I can't take anymore," she appealed. The man-beast, red eyes glaring, looked up from between her legs and rose to his feet. The red, thick rod extended straight out from his crotch, with heavy, thick balls underneath. He growled and reached for Ilinya's head. With one of his large claws wrapped in her hair, he pulled her up and shoved his cock against her mouth.

Ilinya would like to have hesitated, but there was no chance. This cock was harder than any she'd ever seen, and she'd seen a few. It didn't pause at her lips but invaded her mouth, pressing over her tongue and toward her throat, the wide diamond shaped head forcing her lips apart.

"Mmmpphh" Ilinya mumbled around the prick in her mouth. With her hands she tried to press back against his thighs, but he didn't budge or pause. He was huge and powerful and began humping her face like a cunt.

Spit dripped from Ilinya's mouth onto her tits as he face fucked her, holding her by her hair at the back of her head. He leered down as is shaft pressed deeper and deeper into the elf's mouth, enjoying the warm, wet orifice. He fucked his cock into her over and over until he head finally got into her throat.