Frida awoke the next morning with a soft sigh, she stank of the beast's cum and smiled as she saw her owner sleeping soundly. The pale woman simply looked up at the brilliant yellow and purple tinted sky, coloured by the sunrise as it chased the night away. She thought of the night before, forced upon the beat's shaft like a common whore, and smiled in satisfaction. Frida wished every day that their roles were reversed, that she could use him instead of the other way around. Little did she know, today she would have that chance.
It was another hour or so before Mitar awoke from his slumber, his morning wood straining against his pants as he remembered the night before. Without a word he stood, the elf quickly standing as well, as she waited for the furred beast to untie her from the tent so she could help break the camp. Mitar paid her no mind, however, and simply trotted off into the woods, leaving the elf alone for a good five minutes or so. Was she being abandoned? Did she not please the beast enough? Thoughts raced through her head before the werewolf arrived with a bird in his clawed hand. "Lunch. For later." He said, untying her.
Mitar could not help but grin as he untied the woman's leash from the tent, her simple clothing hugging her body, stained with his thick cum. "Pack up. You can pluck the bird as we walk. Should reach the city by nightfall." He said, looking up at the sky.
Frida shrank away from the beast a little as he spoke and asked, "Will I be paying for the room again?" She asked, wondering if Mitar would sell her to pay for their stay.
"Not this time." The werewolf replied, idly kicking some dirt over the fire pit they had made.
"Thank you, Sir."
It was not long until the pair were walking again, Frida carrying their bags, which was mostly a tent and some bed rolls, on her back while she plucked the wild bird, eyeing her owner's dagger. Her job would be so much easier with the sharp blade, but Mitar did not trust her with something so dangerous and, Frida had to admit, it was the right call.
Their walk was silent, as usual, every once in awhile the furred man would look back at the elvish slave and check her progress on the bird. "This will be the last time we have to catch our meal." He said as she dropped the last feather on the ground. "Next clearing we run into we'll stop and eat. Enjoy it, though. Because we won't be able to eat supper."
"Why not, Sir?"
"We will be too close to the city. They don't like their wildlife being killed." He said, more than a little frustrated at the thought. Mitar had thought back to how far his pet had come. From screaming and fighting to actually seeming to willingly help him. Everything from making food to pleasing him, she seemed more than happy to help. The werewolf pondered if he could trust the woman to gut and prepare the bird herself. He had no idea that such a simple decision would change his relationship with the elf so drastically.
The pair reached a clearing not too long afterwards, it was large, with a small lake in the middle. "Perfect." Mitar said. "Let's eat, then take a bath before we head out to the city. As much as I love seeing you marked, it doesn't look good."
Frida nodded and began to dig a hole for a fire, the furred beast tying her to a small tree before heading out to get some firewood. The elf was obedient enough to not try and untie the leash, she had done it a long time ago and learned the hard way to not try it again. Frida was out as far as the leash would let her go, digging a hole for the fire, sweeping away any debris that could light up as Mitar came back.
"Okay, pet." the werewolf said, having come to a decision. He handed her the bird and patted a log leaning against the tree she had been tied to. "If you try anything, and I do mean anything, other than gutting this bird, I will finish you."
"Yes Sir! Thank you Sir!" The elf exclaimed as the wolf-man handed her his sharp knife, being sure to take a step out of her reach as he slender fingers wrapped around it. Frida began to quietly gut the bird against the log he had patted, her master trusted her enough with the sharp blade, and Frida just needed him to get close enough so she could show him who was really in charge. The elf began to gut the bird as she thought of taking the beast, pouncing on him and forcing him to please her. The woman's thoughts slowly made her moist, her thighs rubbing together as she tried to ease the growing want in her loins.
Mitar, who had been prepping the fire, suddenly stopped and turned to the elf, smelling her arousal with his bestial senses. "Oh-ho. What's this?" He said, stepping up to the woman, rubbing her small shoulders as she finished preparing the bird. "Don't lie to me. Something about this is getting you hot, I can smell it." He teased. Frida smiled and suddenly turned around, taking the werewolf by surprise, and brandished the knife in front of her.
"Down boy." She said.
Mitar gave a growl and moved to grab her wrist, the elf quickly giving him a small cut before stepping in to him and holding the blade against his neck. "I. Said. Down." the elf said, smiling as the furred man did as he was told.
"Listen you little bitch." Mitar said, squatting down, the elf following him, knife to his throat.
"Did I say you could talk?"
"When I-"
"Bad dog!" Frida said, slapping Mitar's snout. "You may only speak when spoken to." She said, pushing the beast onto his back. "You see, mutt. When you first fucked me, I learned something. Elf cock isn't good enough. I need someone with power." The elf cupped the beast's clothed crotch. "Your cock is glorious. But you? Not so much. So, from now on, you're my pet, not the other way around. Got it?"
