“So pliant, so easy to control,” the Wolf Queen murmured. “Look at you, kneeling on my throne. Had I a physical body I’d be tying you to it, whipping you until there was dark red on that lovely rear of yours. I’d make you scream my name. I’d leash you to my throne in my largest, most public room in the castle and let the courtiers envy me for such a precious, delicious submissive. Would I loan you out to others, do you think?”
Fingers slid into her, two of them, as the one on her nub circled expertly. Potema began to scissor them in and out of her, feeling the twitching muscles of the Imperial’s inner walls as she fought to cum from the Wolf Queen’s stimulation. No one had ever played her body like this, so in control of what she could and couldn’t do. She could feel herself dripping around the phantom digits, her toes curling as they rubbed at her inner sweet spot. It felt so good, and Callista could feel herself building up to an orgasm. Her thighs tightened, core beginning to squeeze down on the digits. Unlike a mortal lover, the pressure of her walls did not deter the fingers, which fucked her harder as Callista was worked towards a mind-melting climax. The fingers tweaking her breasts increased in pace and roughness, and the Dragonborn’s desperate cries filled the air as the slick sound of the fingers in her snatch working back and forth met her ears. It was so erotic, it was too much. She needed this orgasm.
“I know,” Potema whispered, and withdrew. Callista howled in denied pleasure as her body shook with unquenched lust. “You’d be a precious gift for the men, something to lavish affection and pleasure on.”
Three harsh slaps met her rear, and she shuddered. After the near-orgasm, her entire body seemed to be on fire with its sensitivity, and her frame was almost vibrating with how it shook. A single finger slid slowly back inside her, and the Imperial wanted to scream. The spanking continued, and she rolled against Potema’s finger, her slit drooling. There was a puddle beneath her, gleaming tauntingly. Sweat rolled down her neck and between her breasts as she shivered, hips riding the air with each slow thrust of the digit. A hard smack found her ass as another finger was added, and the girl threw her head back, keening in pleasure. The slaps caused her to jerk, and she felt her dark skin giving out its own heat. Potema needed to let her cum before her mind broke. Another hit, and a third finger pushed into her. Callista whimpered helplessly, the sensation of three fingers splitting her open becoming overwhelming. They started to slide in and out of her and the Dragonborn screamed the moment she was spanked again. Potema kept fingering her, caressing her bottom before she slapped it red. Healing magic ran through her body, restoring her sore ass to a better state.
“Now, how should I present you to the women?” Potema asked, licking Callista’s navel. There was no physical body to her yet she managed to give Callista sensations the Dragonborn knew she’d be unable to match anywhere else. This level of control over a body was something only a person inside her head could exercise. The Imperial twitched as she keened, rocking her body. The tongue in her navel dipped, and she froze. A spank drove her into the chair, hard and hot, not enough, never enough to get her off. Was this her punishment from the Divines for being a needy woman? To never cum again? Because there was a tongue just brushing her clitoris and Callista had a feeling she would die if it touched her. The slick muscle licked her, just once, and pleasure exploded in her head, not an orgasm, but something divine in itself. It repeated the action, lapping at her as her ass was pushed into the air, slaps raining down on it each time she bucked. Potema was laughing openly at her, not mockingly but clearly enjoying herself. The Wolf Queen sucked, swirling her fingers around the woman’s slick, dripping slit as she purred into her ear.
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Fingers slid into her, two of them, as the one on her nub circled expertly. Potema began to scissor them in and out of her, feeling the twitching muscles of the Imperial’s inner walls as she fought to cum from the Wolf Queen’s stimulation. No one had ever played her body like this, so in control of what she could and couldn’t do. She could feel herself dripping around the phantom digits, her toes curling as they rubbed at her inner sweet spot. It felt so good, and Callista could feel herself building up to an orgasm. Her thighs tightened, core beginning to squeeze down on the digits. Unlike a mortal lover, the pressure of her walls did not deter the fingers, which fucked her harder as Callista was worked towards a mind-melting climax. The fingers tweaking her breasts increased in pace and roughness, and the Dragonborn’s desperate cries filled the air as the slick sound of the fingers in her snatch working back and forth met her ears. It was so erotic, it was too much. She needed this orgasm.
“I know,” Potema whispered, and withdrew. Callista howled in denied pleasure as her body shook with unquenched lust. “You’d be a precious gift for the men, something to lavish affection and pleasure on.”
Three harsh slaps met her rear, and she shuddered. After the near-orgasm, her entire body seemed to be on fire with its sensitivity, and her frame was almost vibrating with how it shook. A single finger slid slowly back inside her, and the Imperial wanted to scream. The spanking continued, and she rolled against Potema’s finger, her slit drooling. There was a puddle beneath her, gleaming tauntingly. Sweat rolled down her neck and between her breasts as she shivered, hips riding the air with each slow thrust of the digit. A hard smack found her ass as another finger was added, and the girl threw her head back, keening in pleasure. The slaps caused her to jerk, and she felt her dark skin giving out its own heat. Potema needed to let her cum before her mind broke. Another hit, and a third finger pushed into her. Callista whimpered helplessly, the sensation of three fingers splitting her open becoming overwhelming. They started to slide in and out of her and the Dragonborn screamed the moment she was spanked again. Potema kept fingering her, caressing her bottom before she slapped it red. Healing magic ran through her body, restoring her sore ass to a better state.
“Now, how should I present you to the women?” Potema asked, licking Callista’s navel. There was no physical body to her yet she managed to give Callista sensations the Dragonborn knew she’d be unable to match anywhere else. This level of control over a body was something only a person inside her head could exercise. The Imperial twitched as she keened, rocking her body. The tongue in her navel dipped, and she froze. A spank drove her into the chair, hard and hot, not enough, never enough to get her off. Was this her punishment from the Divines for being a needy woman? To never cum again? Because there was a tongue just brushing her clitoris and Callista had a feeling she would die if it touched her. The slick muscle licked her, just once, and pleasure exploded in her head, not an orgasm, but something divine in itself. It repeated the action, lapping at her as her ass was pushed into the air, slaps raining down on it each time she bucked. Potema was laughing openly at her, not mockingly but clearly enjoying herself. The Wolf Queen sucked, swirling her fingers around the woman’s slick, dripping slit as she purred into her ear.