"Deal, Master?"
"Just think for a minute, slave." The elf paused for a moment, trying to recall what her master had said. Suddenly remembering their deal, the elvish woman dropped to her knees and moved forward to him.
"Oh, Master... May I please suck your glorious cock? Let me show you why you keep me around" she asked, remembering how he liked her to beg for his shaft. The beast simply nodded to the woman looking deep into his blue eyes, waiting for the woman's next move. Frida undid the tie at the werewolf's pants and quickly pulled them down, his strong musky scent filling the woman's nostrils, only to find the beast's member was holed up in his canine pouch. Without hesitating, the elf reached up and began to massage the beast's furred balls with one hand, and rubbing his hidden cock with the other; causing the beast to moan. The elf could feel the beast's loins stir at her ministrations and begin to fill with blood. It wasn't long until the bright-red tip of the beast's cock began to pour forth from his skin, the elf obediently wrapping her lips around it. When Mitar had first captured Frida, it took awhile for the beast to trust the woman enough to not simply bite his cock off but, when he got his first taste of her oral skills, it was incredible.
"That's it, girl." He moaned, more and more of his cock becoming free as he grew more erect. It was not long until his full ten inch length was sticking out into the night air, the elf's hand that wasn't massaging his heavy balls unable to fully wrap around it. The elf began to slowly bob back and forth along the beast's thick shaft, groaning as she tasted his pre-cum. Maybe if she got him to cum quick enough, he wouldn't fuck her. The elf enjoyed blowing the beast, whether it was her own repression early in life, or some form of stockholm syndrome, the woman did not know. But, what she did know, that as soon as the beast's cock was lower than her belly button, he got very, very, rough.
"Mmm..." she moaned, looking up into the beast's eyes, taking the turgid pole deep into her mouth as the creature grabbed her silver hair with his clawed hand. Frida's heart began to pound. He had only grabbed her hair so tightly while she was doing this once before. The woman struggled to pull herself off the the creature's deep red shaft, screaming around the thick meat . "Let's see if you can take the whole thing like a true slut." Mitar snarled, a wolfish grin on his face as his tail swished to and fro against the ground, shuffling leaves around, the elf letting go of the beast's hanging balls and gripping his hips, her fingers sinking into the soft fur as she tried to push him away. The wolf man let out a snarl as he began pressing the woman forward, groaning as he felt her throat open up, the tip of his cock spearing into her throat, causing the woman to cough and sputter around the intruder, trying her best to swallow what was in her throat, only causing the thick shaft to twitch in response. "Mmm..." the beast groaned, forcing the woman off of his cock, allowing her to breathe.
"Please master..." She said. "I can't." The werewolf gave a snarl at the woman's protest.
"Listen you little slut." he said, dragging the woman back onto his meat. "You do not tell me what you can and can't do. You aren't the first bitch I've broken." He continued, forcing her more than three quarters of the way down his member with a single thrust, a mixture of spit and pre-cum running down the elf's lips and dripping to the forest floor. The werewolf gasped in pleasure as he felt the woman instinctively swallowing around his shaft as he forced her back and forth along it. "That's it." He groaned, "Obedient little slut aren't you?" he asked, suddenly forcing her all the way down his shaft, her nose pressed into his dark fur.
"MMPH!" She screamed as she could feel his thick knot begin to push against her lips as he prepared to cum. The beast tore the lithe woman off of his thick fuck meat, a strand of their mixed fluids keeping them together as the elf took deep breaths. Mitar smiled as the knot was completely revealed. "Oh, I wouldn't make you swallow that. You might bite it." He snarled, grabbing the elf's hands and placed them on his thick shaft, Frida instinctively rubbing his cock. "But you wouldn't do that on purpose would you, slut?"
"no master..."
"and why is that?" The elf slave paused, taking a breath as she prepared herself to say what made him happy.
"Because I'm a good slut. the only reason I'd bite your thick knot is due to it's size." she choked out, beginning to rub the beast's shaft more quickly with each passing second.
"mmm... that's it my little bitch. You live to please me don't you?"
"Yes Master!" the elf said, quickening her pace, the beast's slick pre-cum lubricating her hand's journey along his length. "Please, sir. Paint me with your cum!" She said for what felt like the thousandth time since they had met. He had forced her to beg to be painted with his cum, even if she felt disgusted by it. With a loud howl of triumph, the beast let loose. His thick member pulsing in the elf's small hands once, twice, and on the third time, shot a stream of hot, white, seed onto the elf's face and breasts. Then a second shot, and a third. By the time the beast was finished, the elf found her hair and face matted with the beast's seed, her tit's dripping with excess.
"That's a good look for you, slut. Now, I don't want you stinking up the tent, so you're sleeping outside tonight. If you get thirsty, well..." the werewolf did not need to finish his sentence, the woman quickly lapping up the seed from her lips as he grabbed her leash and tied her to the tent once his pants were back around his waist. If she tried to escape, she would wake the beast up before she was three steps away. "Good night slut." Mitar said, laying back in the tent, smiling as only a freshly-blown werewolf could. Outside the tent, instead of sobbing, Frida was wiping the beast's thick cum off of her face lapping at it before, quietly, dropping a hand into her pants. As much as she hated the beast, she loved his cock.
