Written by J-Cal

Wulfshn had not the energy to do much of anything when she was finally rescued. Such as tear the throat out of her rescuer, a kennelhand, for the simple transgression of beholding the proud warrior in her pathetically helpless situation, drenched and defiled.

As her rescuer undid her bindings, Wulfshn was vaguely aware of his words but was not coherent enough to fully understand. Something about the Spire being in an uproar, searching for someone? For her?

To say she was past exhaustion of the mind as well as the flesh was an understatement. She had no idea who many keeats had taken their turn and their time ravaging her, but it had been more than a single pack in terms of numbers. Not all of the blasted mutts had even managed to find the correct orifice, leaving Wulfshn with severe aches in both holes.

When the final shackle unlocked she simply dropped as though her head was removed from her body, face first into the veritable creek of thick semen and her own sweat beneath where she had been mounted again and again. She was so sick of the rich, salty stench it made her belly turn, which in turn made her aware of how full both her womb and her ass were with litres of keeat spooge.

Dimly, somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, Wulfshn remained aware of who had tricked her into this humiliating position. Thoughts of revenge had circulated freely when she was forced to weather the brutish keeat alpha and the first of its packmates to follow it, however as time passed and the number of hounds mounted, she had in short order found herself unable to form coherent thought.

Having had a few precious moments of respite now allowed her senses to slowly return to her, but she was in no way in full control of her faculties yet.

“Take me… to my room,” she demanded at some length, her words making bubbles in the thick cream.

Humiliated, enraged and aching all over from jaw to asshole, what jarred Luzella the most was the arrival of her mother. While she was quite aware she would always be indebted to Zarena for pulling her out of that hellhole where Jelthra and Kamri had sent her, she would always be in her mother’s debt. It was not something she cared to consider, for her mother might at any time decide to collect what she was owed, and that was usually bad news for Luzella.

Uncaring of the stares she accumulated while she marched hurriedly towards her chambers, knowing it was largely in part of her state of messy undress, she knew few denizens of the Spire would be bold enough to stare for long, nor ask the terrible Talon Leader what was happened. All of them gave her a wide berth as she passed, rage twisting her face, her one remaining elf slave in tow.

Covered in various essences from that horrific realm in addition to sweat and shame, the first thing on Luzella’s mind was getting cleaned up, and then visit horrific vengeance upon her captors.

Before that, she sighed in annoyance as she reminded herself, her mouth puckering in displeasure, Zarena had ordered that she meet her at Wulfshn’s chamber at midday. That left her several hours to wash and rest, not to mention dwell on just how brutally she could punish Kamri and Jelthra without killing them.

Before she killed them.

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Looking back and down, Luzella found Avelyn keeping pace with the Kazdruk’s longer strides, but her face was cast down, her shoulders slumped and her arms hanging limp at her sides. At first, Luzella did not understand why she was sulking so, then remembered what had happened to Tasha.

It was clear her two elf slaves had formed some sort of bond as the slaves of Luzella, and it was then clear to Luzella why her remaining slave seemed so distraught. Facing forwards again, Luzella had not the energy to neither address what had just happened nor care about it. Tasha was no real loss to Luzella, who would likely have forgotten all about her in a few days.

Avelyn was a different matter. For reasons she did not yet fathom, nor currently had the fortitude to consider, it was Avelyn who had raised the alarm that Luzella was missing, which in turn had made Zarena show up in the Spire.

While her mother was a different, exasperating matter, even through Luzella’s exhaustion she wondered at Avelyn. Perhaps her training was soon complete, perhaps she was more broken than Luzella had supposed. She did not think Avelyn existed only for Luzella to the exclusion of everyone and everything else just yet, but this event gave the Kazdruk warrior something to consider.

Puzzled, Luzella then wondered just why Avelyn and Tasha had been up and about at all. She distinctly remembered having them locked up in their cage when she had last left her chambers, and no one else would dare release them without Luzella’s blessing. Too tired to care about that for the moment, however, Luzella supposed she ought to be thankful Avelyn had been able to call for help.

With a twitch of her lip, Luzella decided she should reward Avelyn for her loyalty.

Once the little elf had helped clean the keeat semen and grime off her muscles.

♢

The clicking of their hoofs upon the stone floor clip-clopped between the walls of the well-lit corridor. Mighty warriors and slaves alike parted, made themselves scarce before the approaching behemoths of Kazdruk aristocracy, none daring to meet their eyes, some cowering enough to press themselves flat against the walls to make themselves as unobstructive as possible.

“At any rate,” Yuldasha continued, her luminescent green eyes seeing none of the subjects before her, such was her mastery of her domain. “It has been a welcome distraction to host you in my humble Spire once more. It truly has been a long while.”

Zarena nodded, the gesture so curt it was easy to miss. “I only wish it were under less humiliating circumstances. But children never really outgrow the need for their mother’s guidance.”

“Yes,” said Yuldasha softly, passing a prostrate human slave who wisely bowed and tried to shrink to nothingness before them. The slaves all knew who she was, of course, but she doubted anyone could guess just what august company she were striding alongside. “I am surprised someone of Luzella’s talents were so easily dispatched. She’ll be reprimanded, of course, you have my word on that.”

“And for that you have my gratitude.” Zarena stopped next to Yuldasha as a runner appeared before the two, a Kazdruk female with red skin and arching horns, nearly a full head shorter than Zarena.

“Arch Ruler,” the winded runner breathed deeply, bowing as low as her body was able to bend without snapping. “Mistress,” she bowed to Zarena, but the bow was quicker now.

In the Kazdruk home world of Tarasmay, Zarena would have flogged the skin of any servant who failed to show her proper respect, but in this backwater, currently not under total Kazdruk domination, there lived and fought young Kazdruk who would never have seen Zarena’s likeness anywhere, and the younger generations had little need to know who she was, so she let the runner’s transgression slide.

“Mistress, we found Wulfshn. It seems she as well was the target of conspiracy, although she has been less that forthcoming with us. We have second-hand reports that she was found down in the kennels but so far that is all we know.”

“Oh?” Zarena arched a quizzical eyebrow, a gesture that made the young runner shudder with unfamiliar dread.

“All I know is she was aided to her room by a kennelhand, and someone like Wulfshn would not require aid at all unless she–“

“Yes, fine, go away,” Zarena cut the runner off, waved her away with a dismissive gesture. The runner was only too happy to obey.

So not only her eldest daughter, but now Wulfshn, too, brought shame upon their clan. Was only her youngest daughter clever enough to avoid such embarrassment? On the other hand, it was harder to find herself in such situations as long as she wanted to stay at home, working at Zarena’s farm.

“Might I beg a favour of you, Yuldasha?”

The Arch Ruler turned to face her colleague, an amiable smile brightening her perfect face. “Certainly, old friend.”

“I will conclude my business here at midday after I speak with my daughters. Will you punish Wulfshn for me? I care not what it is that has befallen her, but clearly she is in need of direct supervision, and I have not the time to see to it myself. I and Varayen must return to the farm to see to the livestock before long.”

Yuldasha’s grin widened, her massive chest rising as she pulled in a delighted breath. “Why, certainly, it will be my pleasure.”

♢

Clean now, for everything but the shame, Luzella finished drying herself off. Standing in her dimly lit chamber, looking at Avelyn sitting in her cage – hugging her knees, facing away from her, obviously still upset about Tasha – in fresh lingerie, Luzella got the feeling she was missing something from the situation. Another glance around her room revealed nothing, and preoccupied as her mind was with her recent humiliation, she shrugged the sensation off as a triviality.

Naked but for Geem’s stollen snowflake necklace, her massive musculature giving off a faint shine in the light of the candles, her long, sizable cock drooping betwixt her broad thighs, Luzella sat down on her bed, leaned back on her hands. Chest pushed out, she let her head drop back as she closed her eyes, taking a series of rejuvenating breaths.

She would exact her revenge before long, on both the stupid cunts that had dared oppose her, but at the moment she succeeded in repressing her murderous anger. She did not need it yet, and when she was honest with herself, the seething and the constant rape by tentacles and keeat in that horrific world where everything looked wrong and the dull drone had chipped away at her sanity had taxed her more than she cared to consider. For now, she required to relax her shoulders.

She would not be able to truly relax until her mother had returned home, however.

“Why are you sulking?” she asked the room, keeping her eyes closed.

The answer was several moments in coming, but it came. “Tasha is…”

“Yes she is now the breeding toy of whatever horrid creatures exist in that world in addition to the fucking tentacles and the damnable keeat. Get over it, she doesn’t matter any more.”

Avelyn’s head sank further between her shoulders, and Luzella could head the elf tried to stifle a cry. She wanted to ask how Avelyn and Tasha had gotten out of her cage, but at the moment, and the grand scheme of things considered, she didn’t care. That they had been out was what had allowed them to sound the alarm.

“I can see you need a distraction,” Luzella murmured, getting to her feet. “In fact, I know the perfect one. You shall be rewarded for your loyalty to me, my pet.”

Luzella unlocked the cage, took the uncoiled leash wrapped around one of the thick iron bars and reached inside, attaching it to Avelyn’s collar. “Out.”

Avelyn obeyed, though she kept her eyes down, following Luzella to the wall on the opposite side of the room. Luzella sat down on the bench there, next to a crimson Kazdruk standard hanging on the wall. All of a sudden Avelyn realized just what sort of “reward” Luzella had in mind, and understood that naturally that was to be her reward for betraying Tasha and seeing herself returned to Luzella’s ownership.

They had been so close to freedom, yet she had chosen Luzella. Why?

“Kneel in front of me, Avelyn,” Luzella’s voice was soft, but brooked no disobedience. She still held Avelyn’s leash.

Swallowing, torn between whatever destroyed part of her self was attached to her captor and the part that yet wished to escape, Avelyn kneeled in front of Luzella.

In front of her swelling member.

This is apparently what I want, Avelyn thought, watching with an empty stare at Luzella’s monster cock, watching it expand and elongate like she had so many times before, knowing what it would feel all the way down her throat, cutting off her air and blanking her mind.

“Claim your reward, faithful slave,” Luzella purred, growing inexorably horny despite the ordeal she had just escaped, ignoring the chafing in her rear.

Leaning forward, supporting herself on her hands, Avelyn brought her lips towards the spongy tip of Luzella’s horse-like phallus. Opening wide, she wiggled her head from side to side until she managed to fit it into her mouth, her tongue and spit starting the arduous task of lubricating her.

As she began carefully working her way down the shaft, Avelyn realized that what she was doing was indeed her reward. Instead of grabbing the back of her head and shoving her complete erection down into her stomach, Luzella allowed her to go at her own pace, to start adjusting her mouth and jaw to having the Talon Leader’s humongous shaft within. It was the best someone like her could hope for, she understood, feeling more blood pump into Luzella’s fifth limb as it expanded even more.

“That’s a good girl,” Luzella purred, squinting in delight down at her loyal little elf. The slow pace was a welcome change to the day she’d had so far, and she realized she’d underestimated the pleasurable sensation of allowing her erection to grow within her little, warm mouth.

Yes, Avelyn thought, I am a good girl. A good girl for my master. That is why I do what I do. She did not know she was trying to rationalize to herself why she was back on her knees in front of Luzella, on her own.

Working her way down the shaft was difficult, not only because of the size – although her lithe frame was in a twisted way used to it – but because even as she got farther down, the fact that Luzella was still hardening meant she was’t actually making as much progress as she thought she had. Once it felt like she should be over half way down to the base, she had barely passed the first quarter.

Luzella was content to let her slave struggle in her own time to make her way down her length. It was somewhat endearing to watch her go down on her cock only to see her head move farther away as her erection still stretched out. Presently she was at full mast, however, the straining member quite ready for Avelyn’s trained mouth to help her forget the feel of the violating tentacles coiled around it.

Breathing through her nose as best she could, Avelyn soon was unable to inhale at all, forced to draw upon the mental exercises that let her survive throating Luzella without suffocating. While spittle ran down Luzella’s veined shaft, she pushed herself further, causing tears to poke from her eyes and snot to drip from her nose.

Luzella’s tail wiggled with delight, but she had to keep herself from wanting to hurry things along. She had wanted to reward Avelyn and she meant that, and she would keep her word. Her mounting desire made it difficult to restrain herself, however. Her hips wanted to buck, her hands wanted to grab the back of her head.

Passing the halfway point, Avelyn drew back up, keeping her lips wrapped around Luzella’s tip while she caught her breath, then went right back down, succeeding in starting the final quarter. Luzella’s thick member pulsed, making her head bob with the steel-hard member’s motion. She’d long since learned to ride those heartbeats to allow herself to glide further down with the momentum, and despite her modest elven size and Luzella’s humongous dick, she was soon pressing her lips against Luzella’s base, looking up at her with watery eyes.

Feeling the thick cock throb all the way down her throat to her belly was not a sensation she’d ever get used to, but she was at least accustomed to it, making it easier to bear. Now that she’d gotten all the way down, she waited as long as she could for the stretching sensation in her gullet and throat to acclimate to Luzella’s cock, before she had to resurface for air, being careful not to go farther up than she had to, as Luzella had taught her.

Luzella allowed herself to close her eyes and relax, the sensation of her slave’s tight throat stroking and rubbing her erection making her rumble with delight.

The elf’s warm slobber was starting to run down onto Luzella’s swollen testicles, and within moments there was so much saliva it began dripping off the large spheres to start pooling on the ground.

“Such a good girl,” Luzella murmured through closed eyes, her free hand, as though moving with a mind of its own, gripping the back of Avelyn’s head. Catching herself when she felt the elf flinch, Luzella relaxed her grip, settled for resting her hand atop Avelyn’s head, patting her as though affectionately.

Avelyn had thought Luzella was about to hold her head down, but her master relaxed her grasp as soon as it had taken her. Luzella was being kind. Being true to her word that it was a reward. Avelyn felt somehow blessed.

Deep within herself, in some hard to reach hideaway where Avelyn was still a proud elven warrior, she screamed at the horrific thoughts that had her believing that the current situation was in any way beneficial to her. Like water discharging from a spillway, however, the thoughts quickly disappeared.

She got into a good rhythm of impaling her head on Luzella’s erection, taking her all the way to the base, lingering for a few seconds, before drawing back up, and then going back down, fucking her throat with Luzella’s massive hardness.

Luzella groaned, her desire to blast into Avelyn mounting. At this point she would usually just buck her hips into Avelyn and finish herself off, holding her head down so she couldn’t get away, but letting her slave go at her own pace was a nice change of pace. It would not be the new normal, of course, but sometimes trying new things were good for everyone.

“That’s good, my little whore. I am getting close,” she moaned softly.

Feeling her own desire to give her master pleasure mount, Avelyn started moving faster, ignoring the discomfort and her own tears blinding her, feeling the wetness of her saliva running off her chin down between her tits and onto her thighs.

Within seconds, Avelyn felt Luzella’s cock swell a little more, the telltale sign that orgasm was imminent. Steeling herself, she throated Luzella one final time, drawing herself all the way down to the hilt and held fast there as Luzella’s climax began pumping into her.

Locking eyes with her groaning master, her seed began filling her up, and as always there was just too much of it for her small body. Cum made it up Avelyn’s gullet to spray out of the seal her lips had around Luzella’s shaft, spattering onto her heavy, pulsing balls and running down Avelyn’s chin.

Avelyn had her master’s cock all the way inside her mouth all through her orgasm, until she nearly passed out. Black spots were forming in her vision as her eyes began rolling back, but as she sensed the final pump deposit the last of Luzella’s salty ejaculate into her belly, Avelyn drew up, coughing semen and heaving for breath all at once.

Cock bouncing with her heartbeat between them, Luzella let out a long, content sigh as Avelyn got her bearings again. “Who is my good little whore?” she asked once the most potent afterglow had left her.

“I am your whore, master,” Avelyn said, still swallowing excess cum.

“You certainly are.” Luzella smiled with her lips closed. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, master.”

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When Luzella traversed the corridor towards Wulfshn’s chamber, she found her mother already outside the door, her arms crossed and a displeased scowl etched on her features. As though on instinct, Luzella’s eyes were drawn straight to Zarena’s massive chest in the constrictive corset, seeing the twin mounds rise and fall before she snapped her gaze back up.

“Seems you managed to clean up,” Zarena’s tone was acid. Her sorceress Varayen stood behind her to the left, the judgemental golden eyes saying what her lips did not.

It was a struggle for Luzella to keep her tempers in check, and she did not know if it was the humiliation or the shame that reigned highest within her tumultuous core. Casting her eyes down in an unfamiliar gesture of submission, she came to a stop before the two of them.

“Nothing to say?” Zarena arched an eyebrow, expecting her firstborn to respond.

“Thank you for saving me, mother.” The reply required a great effort to give voice, her teeth grating together. Luzella barely registered how her hands were clenched so tight they might break the handle of her halberd had she carried it.

Zarena scoffed, shook her head. “Of all Yuldasha’s warriors… I did not believe I had raised you to be so witless as to be tricked as you were. Be glad that I, not Varayen, is your mother. Her daughter has similarly transgressed against her venerable name, yet Varayen is not as forgiving as I. In many ways, she is an inspiration to me. Consider yourself warned, should you find yourself in similar trouble in the future.”

Gritting her teeth, eying the contemptable sorceress with a sidelong glance, Luzella set her eyes on her mother. Of all the things she wanted to say, her meek voice only managed, “I will not bring shame to our clan again. Count on it.”

The silence between the three of them lingered for a few uncomfortable moments. Presently, Zarena unfolded her arms, indicating the nearby door with a jerk of her head. “Let us see to your sister.”

With a silent nod, Luzella turned to follow her mother, but the small sorceress cut in front of her to fall in behind Zarena. Luzella could have reached out and snapped Varayen’s neck in the blink of an eye, but deference to her mother – as well as a voice within warning that a spellcaster of Varayen’s legend was likely not that simple to dispatch – Luzella suffered the indignation with a murderous glare.

Zarena tried to shoulder open the door, but found it was locked. Without a word, simply acting on the bond they had cultivated for decades, Zarena stepped aside. Varayen immediately reached a hand out to undo the lock with a turn of magic. Another gesture burst the door open, and Zarena was through immediately, the other two on her heels.

As soon as the door opened, the grunts and huffs filled their ears, and the trio of Kazdruk women came face to face with quite the scene.

Wulfshn, naked, her muscular body and skin coated in a sheen of sweat, kneeled on her bed leaning forward. In front of her on his knees was a human male, his ass held forcibly up by one of Wulfshn’s strong hands gripping his hip, the other pulling his head back through what looked like a painful handful of his hair. The boy’s hands were tied behind his back with coarse rope, his helpless groans muffled by the leather gag opening his mouth wide. He was blindfolded as well with what looked to be a pair of Wulfshn’s panties.

Grunting together with Wulfshn, his naked flesh as sweaty as his captor’s. The ring in his metal collar bounded and rattled when Wulfshn’s powerful thighs smacked into his behind, rippling the skin of his ass. The straps running over Wulfshn’s hips was enough of an indication to the onlookers that she was pegging him with a strap-on. She was not holding back, it would seem, thrusting hard and deep into him, panting with the exertion, her tits bouncing.

The mattress beneath the two of them was stained with several wet spots, and upon closer inspection it was clear not all of it was lubrication; quite a bit of it was thick semen. Seeing the captive’s dripping erection, it was no mystery that the rough fucking was forcing him to several prostate orgasms.

Eyes widening in surprise, then narrowing in anger, Luzella stepped closer to the bed, her angry voice nearly shaking the walls. “That’s my slave!” She only now remembered taking the boy – Brayton, she remembered his name was – just before she had gotten captured. Once returning to her quarters after her ordeal she hadn’t remembered she’d left him shackled to her table. With a sudden realization that also boiled her blood, Luzella knew who had released Avelyn and Tasha from their cage.

Looking up, her perspiring face changing as though she was just becoming aware they were in her room, Wulfshn did not stop what she was doing. “I liberated him for myself. I knew you didn’t really appreciate what you had taken, so I thought it best to free him from your clutches. A slave this good,” she groaned and bit her lower lip as she thrust deep into him again, making him moan. “Deserves a master who knows how to properly use him.”

Luzella’s exhalation was so full of wrath it was a small wonder no smoke bloomed from her nostrils. With everything that had happened lately, Wulfshn’s brazen theft of a slave Luzella had claimed made her raise her arms as though to strangle her sister across the distance.

“Enough,” Zarena’s powerful voice froze even Wulfshn’s bucking, who only now recognized who was standing behind Luzella.

“Mother?” Her eyes were wide and her voice hushed.

Zarena stepped closer, a disapproving look on her face as she folded her arms beneath her breasts. “Would you care to tell me what exactly has befallen you? Not only this one,” she shot Luzella a disapproving glower, “but from what I hear you have also brought me great shame.”

Wulfshn straightened, releasing Brayton, whose face fell into the mattress when he was no longer held up by his hair. Wulfshn’s thick strap-on remained inside him almost all the way to the hilt.

“I… I…” Her throat felt suddenly dry, embarrassment settling on her like a shawl, causing her difficulty to find words. In a rush the events of the kennel flashed past her green eyes, making her lips quiver and her insides scream with both fright and fury.

Zarena’s eyebrow shot up in that displeased way. “Yes? You what? I heard tell you ran into some, shall we call it ‘trouble’, down in the kennels. Tell me the truth, Wulfshn.”

Wulfshn decided to keep her story as short as possible, without straying from the facts. Having recognized Varayen, her mother’s trusted sorceress standing behind her, she knew untruthfulness would be immediately exposed. As she recounted her tale, she tried suppressing her mounting anger at seeing the satisfied smirk spreading on Luzella’s lips.

“And after I returned here,” Wulfshn said, wrapping the story up, “I cleaned myself off, and then decided I needed to let some pent-up frustration and anger out.” She smacked Brayton’s ass, hard, making him yelp. She eyed Luzella. “You can’t imagine what a good fuck he is, in more ways than one.” She laughed when the grin melted off her sister’s countenance.

Biting her lip lustfully, holding Luzella’s eyes, Wulfshn gripped Brayton’s hips and, almost tenderly, sank her member all the way into him, making them both groan softly.

“He’s so fucking tight…”

“That will be quite enough of this.” Zarena stepped over to the bed, glaring disapprovingly down at Wulfshn. “Unmount the slave at once and stand before me.”

Stifling a sigh, wanting to speak but deciding she’d had enough trouble for one day, Wulfshn retraced her hips from him. The blinded human was unable to keep back a long sigh of relief when the thick toy-member slipped out of him. Though a big strap-on to subject any human to, it was barely half the length and girth of Luzella’s cock.

Luzella was about to speak, her face contorting into a livid snarl, but the true authority in the room did not give her the opportunity.

“And you, Luzella, stand next to your sister.” Her tone brooked no defiance. Begrudgingly, the Talon Leader did as she was commanded.

Hands on her hips, Zarena’s red gaze went to one daughter, then the other, the scorn in her expression lancing into the two of them before any words were spoken.

“I would dearly like to forget this day has ever happened, but alas that is impossible. The two of you are tarnished in my eyes in ways I believed you were incapable of. The biggest terror, however, is not the personal scorn your ineptitudes have earned me, but the dishonour you have brought upon Yuldasha.”

Zarena held up a finger and fixed them both with a steely gaze that interrupted them before they could give voice to their arguments.

“I have said what I wanted to say apart from this: to restore honour to me, to Yuldasha and, least importantly, to yourselves, I expect and demand you find these contemptible creatures that bested you, and that you make them pay. Prove to them and to me that our brood does not suffer humiliation quietly. Prove to them that death is the only respite they can earn once they tangle with our ire. I mandate you to this immediately, and that you send word to me at the farm once it has been achieved. Have I made myself understood?”

Eyes cast down, their voices barely swelling above a whisper, the two fearsome sisters, Luzella and Wulfshn, appeared and sounded like nothing but what they were, chastened children.

“Yes, mother.” The two of them sounded about as confident as a sailor in a capsizing ship, but Zarena was satisfied her point was made, and that despite their headstrong personalities, they wisely did not challenge her demands.

When silence rung in the room, the voice of the sorceress suddenly called for Zarena. “I think you should take a look at this.”

With a look that rooted her children to the ground, their backs to the bed, Zarena walked past them to where her sorceress stood eying the human slave, the horns around the top of her staff continuing their perpetual rotation.

Saying nothing, Varayen’s golden eyes indicated the mess on Yuldasha’s bed beside the blindfolded human. Realizing what her old friend was referring to

“Try it,” Varayen calmly instructed.

Zarena reached a hand down to the mattress and scooped up some of the sticky seed with a fingernail, bringing it up to her face. Regarding the thick cream with a neutral expression, she stuck her tongue out to lick it off her finger. Her eyebrows shot up at the taste, but otherwise she made no indication as to what she was experiencing.

The sorceress looked up at Zarena, her own countenance betraying nothing of anything. “I believe perhaps we have before us what you have been missing for some time.”

“Quite,” Zarena murmured, silently enjoying the rich aftertaste. It had been a while since her farm had housed a bull. She leaned down to whisper in her ear, ensuring nobody else could hear. “I assume you can snare him?”

Varayen nodded, turning her head to whisper back. “You have but to earn his trust and the spell will do the rest.”

Straightening, Zarena addressed her daughters. “Turn around and face us.”

They did, their dour expressions likely able to curdle milk.

Zarena eyed each daughter in turn. “To further punish you, since I gather you cannot decide who gets to keep this toy,” she pointed at the bound human on the bed, “I will decide the matter for you and take him away from you.”

The sisters’ explosive protests were first addressed at Zarena, until they began verbally attacking each other with claims of why the human was rightfully theirs and not anyone else’s. At Zarena’s look, Varayen silenced the two of them with a jolt of magic that shocked their bodies to rigid attention.

“Good, I am pleased we all agree.” Zarena turned, walking over to the other side of the bed where the human lay, on the side of the bed that was not a mess of sweat, cum and lube.

She squatted near the bed, a delicate hand taking off Wulfshn’s underwear that was blinding him. He winced against the light, blinking several times before seeing, wide-eyed, the new Kazdruk in front of him. He was astonished that she was smiling warmly to him. Having heard her talk to her daughters, he had not envisioned her to be such a beauty. It made his breath catch in his throat.

“Let me help you,” she said softly, reaching around his head to undo his gag. Gently pulling it away, trailing several strings of his saliva, she tossed it aside. “Roll over for me and I will unbind your hands.”

Conflict was plain as a thunderstorm in his brown eyes. He was not used to being treated in such a way by the Kazdruk. Hesitantly, he turned his back on the woman, and as she had promised, she loosened the rope biting into his wrists. The marks left on them said everything about how tight Wulfshn had wound the rope around him.

“That’s better, hmm? Come, sit at the edge of the bed in front of me.”

Again he was hesitant, but knowing he did not really have a choice, he did as instructed. Even though he was sitting and she was squatting on the floor, she was about half a head taller than him. His eyes immediately fell to her massive bosom, but he quickly cast them down to the floor between her thighs, his hands covering his manhood.

“Look at me,” Zarena bid, and on the other side of the bed, her daughters eyed them both through narrow slits, suspicious of the sudden gentle tone she adopted.

He did as she said, forcing down the discomfort in his rear lest he fix her with an expression she might dislike.

“What is your name?”

“Brayton, mistress,” he offered quietly.

“Brayton,” she repeated with a small nod and smile. “And so polite, too. I am Zarena, pleased to meet you. Tell me, Brayton, how long have you been a slave in this Spire?”

He swallowed. “I am not sure, mistress. A while.”

“And what do you do here?”

“I was a runner, before… Before…” he dared not look behind at his first captor, Luzella, and it was clear he neither dared give words to what had befallen him.

“I understand,” Zarena said, and Brayton thought her smile could banish every cloud in the sky. He was confused and scared, and found it difficult to look away from those gorgeous eyes of hers. That was, until his gaze again and unintentionally flicked down to her gently rising and falling chest.

Zarena’s smile lingered. “Do you like what you see?”

Behind them, Luzella scoffed loudly. “He does that a lot.”

Zarena glared at her firstborn for a quick instant before looking back at Brayton. Still smiling, she replied to her daughter in a positively loving tone. “You ought to be flattered, daughter dearest, that people leer at your chest. After all, few clans rival the mammaries of ours. Please answer my question, Brayton.”

His answer was a long moment in coming, and so low Zarena barely heard him. “Yes, mistress.”

Zarena beamed. “Would you like to see them?”

His eyes jumped from her cleft to her face several times. The feeling remained in him that he did not really have a choice even though things seemed like it. Experience had taught him simply to do as he believed the Kazdruk wanted. “Yes, mistress.”

Grinning, Zarena settled on her knees and straightened her back, pushing her chest out. Her fingers reached up to the four bones holding her tight corset in place and, looking happily down at the human she undid one by one, slowly, starting at the bottom. When she undid the final bone, her huge breasts practically burst the corset like a river escaping a shattered dam. It made the human physically recoil, eliciting a soft giggle from her.

A silver ring adorned each erect nipple, and it was abundantly clear Zarena’s tits were even larger than Luzella’s. He estimated they were each twice the size of his head, possibly even bigger. Despite himself, he was unable to stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at what had exploded into being before him.

As she were shrugging off the corset, Brayton also noticed a delicate silver chain piercing her navel with some sort of violet diamond-shaped stone at the end of it crowning her softly defined abdominal muscles. Zarena’s entire body, in fact, was muscular and large, yet not as defined and bulging as Luzella’s physique. It suited her well.

“Would you like to touch them?” she asked as though innocently, biting her lower lip ever so slightly. When she noticed him looking at his hands that were covering his manhood, she added, “Don’t be shy, help yourself.”

Swallowing, obeying, Brayton reached out and touched her, his hands pitifully small on her. Despite trying to stifle it, he let out a lusty groan when he felt the soft warmness, feeling the shapely firmness of them despite their absolutely massive size.

Letting out a throaty laugh at his inquisitive hands on her, Zarena licked her lips. “Would you like to… enjoy them with your manhood?”

Brayton retracted his hands as though bitten, his head throwing down submissively. “I am sorry, mistress. I don’t think I am… I mean… I’ve just…” He didn’t look back at Wulfshn, but Zarena understood what he meant. The mess on the bed told the story well enough.

Zarena put a gentle finger under his chin and lifted his head so that he was looking at her. “I understand, but please answer my question, sweet boy.”

Captivated by her eyes, her smile, the womanly scent of her, Brayton nodded dumbly.

With a satisfied grin, Zarena took her hand away from him. “That makes me so happy to hear, that you find my breasts so attractive. Varayen?”

Gliding gracefully around the bed to stand next to Zarena, the sorceress’ attitude had also suddenly softened. “Yes Zarena?”

Zarena looked up hat the sorceress, still smiling pleasantly. “Brayton here would like to enjoy my breasts, but it seems he feels a little… drained from his latest exploit. Could you be a dear and help him?” She looked back down at him, a hungry glint in her golden gaze. “I would like to feel him in my cleavage, too.”

“Certainly, Zarena, I would be happy to assist.”

The sorceress, fixing the human with an alluring smile of her own, squatted down next to Zarena. When standing, she was a little taller than Brayton, but even she were dwarfed by Zarena’s physique. She let go of her staff which, astonishingly, remained upright on its own, the horns around the red globe at the top still spinning leisurely.

Varayen smiled at him. “Please spread your thighs.” When he hesitated, she added in an intimate tone, “Don’t be afraid, this will feel wonderful.”

Reluctantly exposing himself, revealing his limp cock, Varayen reached out with one hand that started glowing softly with a white sheen. She didn’t touch him directly, but moved her palm around his crotch. With an astonished groan, Brayton first noticed the ache in his behind disappearing, and then that his sore balls stopped hurting. Within seconds his member was swelling, and once it was out of the way, Varayen continued moving her hands around and over his balls. The magic she employed made him feel wonderful, and soon he was as hard as he had ever before been, with all of the soreness Wulfshn had visited upon him gone like a distant, unpleasant memory.

The sight of him pulsing and erect, balls pulled up tightly against his shaft made both Zarena and Varayen let out contented sighs. Behind Brayton on the other side of the bed, the sisters scowled at them, but wisely kept their tongues behind their teeth.

Varayen took her hand away from him, the glow receding. With a gesture of her other hand, the sorceress’ top fell off her, revealing her own sizable, gorgeous mammaries. As anyone could have guessed before the top unlatched from her, the chains in her necklace did indeed attach to studs through her hard nipples. Brayton was unable not to release an astonished sigh at the sight of her.

Both Zarena and Varayen knew her touch had done more than alleviate his aches and allow him to grow hard again, it had also filled his stores back up and planted a suggestion of lust in his mind that he would be hard-pressed to ignore.

When the human’s gaze tore away from Varayen’s chest to meet her eyes, Zarena licked her lips and gave him a sultry look. “Would it be all right if I tasted you?” Her voice was husky, needy.

Still having his reservations, Brayton was nonetheless starting to warm up to Zarena. She was the only Kazdruk after his capture to treat him in any sort of pleasant way, and despite himself he was starting to feel his breathing quicken at the prospect of feeling her skin against his. He nodded.

Beaming with joy, Zarena put her huge hands on his thighs, and spoke in a low, alluring voice. “Spread your legs and lean back on your hands for me, my sweet boy.”

He did as he was bidden, his cock twitching twice. He knew he was hung like a wasp when compared to male Kazdruk – and even some females – but despite this fact both Luzella and Wulfshn had seemed to find enjoyment in his human phallus, and now their mother was all but drooling over it as her eyes drank him in.

Hands still on his thighs, she lowered her head to him, sucking him in, having no issue taking all of his length into her wet mouth where her tongue immediately massaged him all over. He groaned loudly, his arms nearly failing to support him.

Her lips pressed around the base of his shaft, her nose touching her lower belly, his mind nearly blanking when her tongue snaked out of the wet hole to coil and lap at his swollen testicles. His moan was loud and longing.

“You taste wonderful,” Zarena managed between lusty slurps. “I am starting to truly understand why my daughters took a liking to you.” She was pleased with the taste-test, but this was no time for self-satisfaction. She needed to keep working him while he was still pliable and unwitting.

“Come stand next to the bed,” she gently bade him. Disappointed his cock was already out of her expert mouth, Brayton complied. Zarena lay down in the bed close to the edge, ensuring she wasn’t touching the mess from Wulfshn’s playtime.

Enthralled with seeing her massive yet shapely form settle on her back in bed, Brayton gasped in surprise and pleasure when Varayen’s hand seized his erection, the fingers once more enveloped in the soft glow. She stroked him twice without actually touching him, her hungry eyes promising all he could ever want to him.

“There.” She removed her hand, smiling. “Now Zarena’s slick saliva won’t dry for quite some time.”

“Brayton?”

His astonished eyes returned to Zarena, widening still at seeing her on her back, her hands pushing her absolutely mammoth tits together, her tail swinging lazily at her side. His eyes flicked once over to the two fuming Kazdruk on the far side of the bed, but quickly returned his gaze to her.

“Come straddle me.”

Her voice was like water to a man stranded in the desert, and quicker than he would have thought possible he was on top of her, his yearning shaft pressed against the soft, warm womanflesh. It was as though all his reservations were magically gone, replaced by a singular need to do as she asked.

Zarena pulled her hoofs up a little, using her wide thighs to both steady Brayton and bring him a little closer.

“Here,” she purred, opening her valley a little. “Put that hard cock in my cleavage.”

He did, nearly screaming with rapture when she closed the distance, pressing her colossal tits against him, making it wondrously tight.

“Now…” She bit her lower lip, eying him like he was the only cock she would ever feel again. “Fuck my tits until you erupt between them.”

Powerless to keep a stupid grin from spreading on his face, Brayton happily agreed, starting to move his hips in order to slide his wet shaft as deep into her valley as he was able, which wasn’t very far. Regardless, the softness, the warmth and the tight squeeze felt better than anything he had ever before experienced. He briefly recalled how good it felt, though he had been scared out of his wits, when Luzella had shackled him in her room and stroked his cock with her huge breasts until he was forced to orgasm, but this was something else entirely. For one, he wasn’t tied up, and was allowed to go at his own pace.

It didn’t take very long until he began thrusting with more fervour, grunting as he did, head spinning with the pleasure of having every inch of his manhood rubbing against those awesome tits.

When she was satisfied the human was properly enthralled by what he was doing, Varayen gingerly repositioned until she were squatting behind Zarena’s head, slightly to her left. She made sure to push her chest out to give the boy another pair to drool over, and despite keeping her mind at the task of bridging his essence with hers, she felt the need to let one hand slide between her thighs to address the wetness that were spreading in her panties. It had been a while since she had taken care of herself like so.

“That’s it my sweet boy,” Zarena breathed with need, licking the upper slope of one of her breasts as she looked up at him. “Thrust hard into my cleavage.”

Wulfshn and Luzella witnessed the bizarre scene with a potent level of suspicion as well as confusion. Their mother seemed positively infatuated with the human, the way she gazed longingly up at him, the way her hands caressed his naked skin, the way she positively begged him to do with her as she pleased. They were both certain in their reasoning that the human belonged to them, and seeing Zarena with him, now, acting both so lovingly and so like a whore with him made their blood boil. They gnashed their teeth, their tails swinging agitatedly behind them, but they remained silent.

Brayton had no chance, rapidly approaching the end. He supported himself with his hands on Zarena’s broad thighs, fucking her cleavage with a passionate need he didn’t realize he possessed, exhaling pleasured groans through gritted teeth. The way she looked up at him pleadingly, biting or licking her lips spurred him on to greater demonstrations of passion, and his surrendering expression said more than words ever could.

“Don’t hold back, my Brayton,” Zarena moaned. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

Unable to even nod, whimpers of delight escaping him, his body pressed against the underside of her breasts from his thighs almost all the way up to his chest, Brayton nearly lost consciousness when he came, every muscle of his body hardening to stone as he arched his back. Eyes clenched shut, mouth wide open, he screamed with an ecstasy he previously would have believed impossible, the orgasm ravaging through him as violently as a hurricane.

Despite the size of her, such was the force of his orgasm that rope after thick rope of sticky white seed splurted out of the opposite side of her valley, splashing against her mouth and chin. One blast was actually so powerful it shot all the way over to splatter against one of Varayen’s tits.

When the most forceful of his orgasm began to recede many heavenly seconds later, he opened his eyes to find the world spinning. When he regained control of his breathing, he regarded the two Kazdruk smiling up at him, both of them stained with his semen. He didn’t understand how he had cum so much, but that hardly mattered.

His eyes going from Zarena’s face to Varayen’s, he noticed a glow in the sorceress’e eyes that receded as soon as he noticed it. Still in the throes of the orgasm, not quite thinking clearly, he still felt a chill travel down his spine when their smiles changed into something far more wicked.

“Did you get him?” Zarena asked Varayen.

She nodded. At the time of orgasm, she had chained his essence to that of Zarena, linking them in an unbreakable bond that would keep him enslaved to her in ways no fetters ever could.

“Yes,” Varayen cooed, enjoying how her sinister grin twisted the human’s expression into one of nervous uncertainty.

“He is yours, now.”