Thread: Festival of Warring Races ||Lagertha x Google||

Her question about why her own pleasure would be second only to his own was entirely ignored, she didn't need to know at that moment, she would come to understand soon enough and in this knowledge would come further pleasure for her. Service would become a new purpose for her, giving meaning to her life through the pleasures that she could bring him. Of course that would be an adjustment for a young woman of her status, no doubt she had servants before without even noticing how things worked out so well, no need for her to ever work for another. Her work wouldn't be particularly physically difficult though, she wasn't built for the labor that the Minotaur society needed but she would still be able to service him in pleasure, cooking for him, cleaning, washing him, and of course providing him with carnal pleasures that he was introducing her too at that moment. He didn't force her to move up and down any faster or any harder at the moment, still working the first nine inches in and out of her again and again. True he hadn't stretched her to what would be her normal limits yet but this was a satisfying depth and the pain she was in entertained him quite a bit. He intended to let her get used to this, the length and girth not yet pushing to the obsceness of his full size, let her feel some pleasure, let her become accustom to the sensation of being split open... and then force her to take even more so that he could enjoy fresh pain on her face and perhaps even get her to cry out in pain. Oh it was fun to feel her squirm and watch her face twist, eyes watering with tears, but he wanted to hear her give proper voice to the pain... he wanted her agony. I don't care if it hurts, in fact I enjoy your pain. He informed her with a dry chuckle, moving one hand from her hip to her throat, easily able to wrap around it. His palm could feel the collar that he had slipped around her but his fingers engulfed her throat, hand so large that his index and middle finger were enough for that while his other two fingers splayed out, pinky brushing over her breasts, roughly grazing her nipple. The fingers around her throat squeezed as his eyes locked on hers, wanting to see the fear in her eyes as he began to restrict her breathing. Jandrax wasn't choking her yet though in time he would enjoy playing with her ability to breath quite a lot, a not so subtle reminder that he owned her in every way possible and her life was his. The steady pace did not let up for a moment even as he choked her, watching her struggle to breath and chuckling. This would let her know what her place was and if done right then the rush from being able to breathe properly again when he released her throat would bring her a wave of euphoria. I will hurt you, I will burn you with a brand, I will tattoo your flesh, I will pierce your body and hang chains from you just to make you more pleasing to my eyes. His voice was little more then a low growl in those moments, punctuated by heavy breathing as a sign of the pleasure that he was enjoying, feeling her squeezing him like nothing else ever could, her body stretching and reforming to bring him as much pleasure as possible. This is what you need to learn Princess. He spoke her title in a mocking fashion, hinting at how little it mattered. Oh she would still be a princess and in time she may even become a queen... but no matter how great her proper title was she would always be his personal fuck toy, a living sleeve to wrap around his cock and a receptacle for his cum. As her struggles grew more pronounced, clearly struggling for breath, Jandrax kissed her again, making it harder to her to breath. Before it had simply been about dominating and exploring her but this time he was rougher with the kiss, lips crashing against hers, teeth catching her tongue and pinching for a moment, fingers around her neck tightening for a moment before suddenly releasing in the middle of the kiss, letting her gasp for her breath from his mouth, let that breath be filled with the scent of his own breath and the musk of his body, let her learn what the scent of her owner, lover, and soon to be husband was like. I want you to cum for me my little whore. He whispered to her, voice almost tender now when the kiss broke, teeth finding her neck and teasing her, the hand still on her waist stretching so his thumb brushed her clit and the other hand still remaining on her neck, forcing her to bounce faster. I want you to experience proper pleasure so you know what the reward for good service is.