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Lupine Dragon 6/7

[(Anonymous)]

“On your knees,” Potema decided, nails biting into Imperial flesh. “Mouth open, in front of a chair. With a leash around your neck fastened to an arm-rest. The women would sit in front of you, controlling your every move as you pleased them. There would be an array of instruments in front of them, and in return for what loyalty and power they could bring me, I’d give them an hour with you to do as they liked.”

Callista had once been licked by a Khajiit whilst two people fingered her, and nothing they had done could have prepared her for Potema’s oral skills. The tongue running along her slit and lapping her clit happened at the same time as three fingers fucking her into Oblivion. Unlike the physical hands, the bodies didn’t clash with each other, and the tongue lapped at her without being stopped by the fingers. The idea that she might die from the pleasure crossed Callista’s mind as Potema sucked hard at her clitoris, blows raining down on her arse. Each was open handed, sending a loud slap ringing through the chamber. How she hadn’t let go of the throne and dropped to the floor was amazing. It was either her determination to see this pleasurable torture through or Potema practically gluing her slender fingers to the stone that kept her there.

“An hour,” Potema mused. “Maybe two. The more they offer, the more time they get. But I’d never let them damage you, little one.”

Callista felt like she was being kissed, firm, soft lips against her own as tongues licked her breasts. They suckled on her nipples, teething softly. She whimpered and screamed into the mouth covering hers as she felt the Wolf Queen pulling her hair gently, followed by sharp tugs that sent her back up and down. Teeth met her neck, a tongue licking the column to raise dark love bites on her soft skin, and the Dragonborn bowed submissively. Potema was pulling out all the stops now, the Wolf Queen had stopped her seduction and was fucking her properly. The wet sounds of her body being adored resounded through the room as healing magic rolled through her intermittently, returning her ass to a soft, sensitive state.

The mouth sucking at her neck grew harsher, biting as something that was not a hand or a mouth pressed against her slit. It was, Callista realised, a cock, and not the hard yet velvet soft sensation of a man’s member, but the unyielding turgid smoothness of a false cock, one that would never cum in her or grow soft and become pliable. This was a promise of hours of orgasm. It rubbed against her petals, coating itself in her lubricant as she wiggled her plush butt to try and force it into her. She needed to be fucked, and if she didn’t come soon, the Dragonborn might lose her mind. The Wolf Queen spanked her, fingers moving faster as the mouths covering Callista’s body worked her to a frenzy. Potema pinched her nipples, rubbing her clitoris until the Dragonborn felt close to exploding. She writhed on top of the Wolf Queen’s chair, an exotic sight Potema intended to make full use of.

At the last bite, the last swat of Potema’s hand, the Wolf Queen plunged the sensation into Callista’s cunt and watched the Dragonborn cum so hard she almost fainted. More healing magicka, and Potema wasn’t going slowly, fucking the Dragonborn until the woman was clawing the stone, grunting and crying in pleasure. Potema heard Callista screaming her name, holding the throne as ecstasy crashed through her body again and again. Lubricant ran from the Imperial as wave after wave of pleasure caused her to squirm in delight. Potema loved this. The Dragonborn, the famed herald of hope from the prophecies, was a young Imperial woman who was submissive to anyone who could bite hard enough. Potema had no physical body of her own and Callista loved Potema’s touch. The Wolf Queen smiled inside her new host as Callista groaned, eyelashes fluttering. Flushed skin moved and twitched beneath each stroke of the Wolf Queen’s fingers. The spicy smell of Callista’s sweat filled the air, and finally, Potema let her stop coming.

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(UPLOAD FAIL ANON)