Thread: Slaves of the Beastfolk (PsionicCuttlefish & Feral.Desires)

Elena shifted uneasily against the ground, still not bothering to look at the wolfish male as he lowered the bowl to the ground. As if she need reminding, the words were already on the tip of her tongue. Thank you... Master. Her voice still a little above a whisper when he turned back around. Elena only stared at the stew. She was given no utensils and just as she expected, he clarified that she would be using nothing but her mouth. The girl's lower lips quivered and she frowned. So much for not thinking about it. She didn't want to do this... Glancing over at the guards nervously, one of which who had his eyes directly on her. She didn't want to cause any problems... It took her a moment but she finally lowered herself and her dignity long enough to take a few sips. Elena tried to do so with minimal mess and was mostly successful save for a few trickles along her chin. It was humiliating. She was being forced to eat like one of her fathers hunting hounds. The dark haired girl stifled a whine and simply remained there, head down until the male was finished. Directed once more with a large paw on her shoulder, she couldn't bring herself to look upon him still. Even as he wiped her mouth and chin free of any stray stew that remained. She felt like she wanted to get sick. Instead she was forced back out into the village looking a lot worse than she had the first time through. Her arms crossed along her chest protectively as soon as they entered the building. Immediately she was bombarded by the sounds of women and the beastfolk in the middle of various sex acts behind closed doors. It was a good chance that one, if not all, were of her friends. It was difficult to distinguish. And really, Elena didn't want to think about it. There was no escaping, not for them and not for her. She rubbed her arm nervously when they finally entered the room. Her shoulders were tense and flinched at the sound of the door locking behind her. Elena turned around reluctantly to face him then. Protest written all over her features. But she listened to him silently. Her gaze softening in defeat with each word. Elena watched as his hand lowered to his trousers and her faced flushed a deep scarlet in the lamp-light. The wolf revealed himself to her. She'd never seen an unclothed man in person before. Paintings, statues... All of them were much different than what threatened her now. He was intimidating, his wolfen shaft red, thick and throbbing... Bulbous where flesh met fur. She couldn't begin to fathom how... Didn't want to. He could read and even scent the fear and trepidation on her. She either carried out his vulgar demand or he took from her anyway. Elena was always so proud... And it hurt twice as bad as she took her few steps forward to him. The girl kneeled anxiously in front of him. Her eyes trailing over his member and there was a hint of tears in those beautiful emerald's. She rested her hands along her thighs, gripping the fabric of the short-cloth gown and tugging at it. He wanted her mouth on him... She swallowed nervously, her throat feeling dry and her tongue caressed her lower lip to moisten and soften it back to fullness. Her shoulders slumped then as she leaned forward. She was timid, pressing her lips to the swollen yet tapered tip of his length. He glistened already with a fine wetness and his musk was stronger the closer she was. After a short time she finally relented, opening her mouth and drawing the first inch or two within its hot, wet confines and tasting a male for the first time. A unique flavor, but not unpleasant as she rubbed her tongue along the underside of his hard flesh. The only thing keeping her from taking her lips away was the fact that he had not said to. But something unknown kept her moving her tongue around him, perhaps it was simply the awkward feeling of sitting still in such tense silence... Either way, she followed what little her instincts told her to do.