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The night air was moist as gray clouds obscured the stars. Jaina stood on the balcony alone with her thoughts, trying to find a solution to the day's problems. Cindariel had been made the offer, and she wanted time to think. Hannah had made her usual appearance to sing her subjects a soothing lullaby while promising to protect them with her love. Gisley sang with her, the two mixing into a beautiful magic as the lunar fairy sent dancing rays of silvery light through the land. Then they parted with a kiss and went on to their various beds, leaving Jaina alone with her thoughts. Hannah had gone to Zillix for the night to see if she could help settle his heart. Quinny, Breanne, Gisley, and Blackbast had gone to bed with Frank, filling his bed with beautiful women.
Jaina didn't feel much like sleeping, as she worried there was a new threat to their happiness. She was relieved when warm hands came around her waist, and Roric leaned into her back.
“Still upset?” he asked as his arms locked around her waist.
“Aren’t you?” Jaina asked as she stretched and leaned into his warm body. “It seems like our peace never lasts.”
“We don't know that this woman won't go elsewhere now that her plan has failed,” Roric replied. “Besides, so long as we have the harem, we are much stronger than we would be alone.”
“That's part of what I love about our life,” Jaina said. “We are never alone. Somebody is always there to wrap us in warm arms and say I love you.”
Roric nodded as his hands began to wander her stomach, stirring her passions as they went. She loved him with all her heart, and no matter how many others there might be, Roric would always be her master, her lover, and her best friend. She savored the touch of his hands on her body as her eyes closed and a gentle smile crossed her lips. How had she ever worked up the nerve to cross into an alien world and become the sex slave of a man who was covered in fur and had the head of a hyena?
Her lips came open as those strong hands cupped her breasts. She needed this, the touch of her master, the reassurance that he was in charge. Most importantly, she needed to surrender and be reminded she wasn't her own. He didn't say a thing as he explored her breasts, caressing them with firm hands and nails. Jaina loved what she was and her role in the harem. She was a part of the most amazing family, made up of dozens of women who wanted the same thing. To live a life of peace and love where their only role was to submit to their masters.
Some girls worked, of course, enjoying cooking, singing, or waiting tables. Gisley loved to work in a tavern setting, bringing drinks and cheery smiles as customers pinched and made suggestive remarks. Other girls worked in the common room waiting on guests and other harem girls. Most just played and spent their days with their arms wrapped around another woman. They rarely spoke except to admit their love or to moan in decadent pleasure.
Jaina moaned now as Roric turned her on, stirring the fire that burned deep inside. She loved sex in all its forms, and in particular, she loved it not being her choice. Roric knew how to push her buttons and make her hot. He would have her eating out of his hand, promising him anything he desired and trembling as he pushed her boundaries.
He had made her a lesbian, turned her into a slut, and sold her as a whore. He made her entire life about sex and submission as he trained her to be the perfect slave girl. Jaina wanted nothing more than to please her master and hear him call her a good slave. She lived for his satisfaction, and right now, he was here to claim it.
“Put your hands on the railing,” Roric commanded. “Do not remove them until I tell you.”
Jaina bent over slightly to plant her hands firmly on the railing. Below her was Paradise City, shaded in blue and black as the night sky rumbled with distant thunder. From the high balcony of the palace, people were just dark blots moving on the streets. Most had gone to bed for the night, but a few still wandered the streets.
She tensed as Roric’s hands wandered her naked rear, testing the tenderness of her flesh. She took a deep breath as he crouched down behind her, holding her firm by the hips. The sensation of that long canine tongue passing between the folds of her pussy was an experience that always shocked Jaina. No matter how many times he did it, her body always reacted with a sense of taboo and excitement. Now was no exception as she danced on her toes while something very much not human began to devour her body.
Her hands tightened on the railing as her head rolled from the feeling of that bestial invasion. Her pussy was his to consume, and he licked at her firmly, driving his tongue through her pussy from one end to the other. She twisted and gasped as her clit was licked mercilessly, the bumps of his tongue sending wild spasms through her legs.
Strong gnoll hands held her in place as he continued, lapping at her like a dog. It was fast and ferocious, causing her to dance as she poured all she had into holding on. Her voice came out in short pants as Roric refused to relent, pushing her to the inevitable outcome. Jaina tensed as the fire inside coursed through her veins. There was a tension that always came from sex as a slave. A decadent mixture of hunger and taboo that was intoxicating. Jaina loved that sensation, and nobody could bring it out in her like Roric could. She felt it now, coursing through her body as this wild animal used her as his plaything. She smiled, her lips parted as her moans gained strength. Her hands tightened as her voice became short gasps, her legs shaking as she went up on her toes. He kept her there for nearly a minute, then suddenly, it broke loose, and there was no stopping it. Jaina's head went back as her body writhed in the power of an orgasm. Roric never slowed his lapping, her pussy running wet with honey as he ate every last drop.
She arched her back as he kept going, his long tongue now reaching in, sliding into her body. He had an exceptionally long tongue that flared at the end, and she could feel him lapping at the walls of her body. That fear and tension exploded as her mind screamed an animal was eating her. It sent her thoughts and emotions to places of power only achievable when she fully surrendered.
She rolled her hips as a loud moan escaped, singing down to the city to let them know she was being taken. His tongue wouldn’t allow her to come down from her orgasm. It kept her near the edge, trembling in anticipation of another climax that could come at any second.
Roric kept going, rolling his tongue through the full folds of her body, savoring the taste of her fruit. Her hands had to tighten again as everything suddenly flared, and she found herself singing to the city as she came again. Behind her, maybe a dozen steps were the archways to the harem. There were bound to be girls awake, listening to their lovemaking, or even watching as she was eaten alive.
Her feet went up on their toes as Roric kept going, feasting on her body. She felt his power as he held her legs, spreading them wider so he could reach in. He lapped around her pussy, tasting the flesh of her passion fruit and leaving no place unsavored. Then he returned to the folds, licking and rolling, his unnaturally long tongue touching everything at once. Jaina was forbidden to move her hands, so she held on as he drove her forward and made her sing for the city again.
Now he pulled away, but in seconds, his hands were around her waist. Before she could think, he was inside her, going at her body with a good, firm pace. She bounced with every impact of his knot on her overstimulated pussy, the sensation driving her wild as this inhuman monster bred her like a pet. Now, she sang without restraint, being thrown to her toes with every merciless impact. Roric was using her as she was meant to be used, and she loved it. This was what she needed, to be reminded of her place and used for her one true purpose.
He had hung back, her long black hair bouncing like her breasts. She was here to be bred, her body filled with her master's seed. She was his to use as he saw fit, and he would use her fully tonight. This was who she was, and she relished it with every fiber of her soul. Be it Roric, Zillix, or Frank, she was here to serve her master's desires, and her body was theirs to claim.
She cried out as her thighs went wet, her next orgasm coursing through her stomach. She felt it in her pussy, the tender flesh alive with tingling fire as every thrust of his cock stoked the flame. Jaina was lost, her eyes closed as the power overwhelmed her. She was his body and soul, and nothing could ever change that.
Roric drove her to two more orgasms, then grabbed a firm hold of her waist. He pulled her back as he pushed forward, driving his knot into her trembling pussy. She knew what he wanted and tried to relax, using a bit of her mimic power to make her body stretch. Slowly her pussy stretched wide, then swallowed his knot with a firm bite, locking him into place.
He paused to test his hold then his hands went firm around her waist. She knew what was coming next, the fast, brutal thrusts that would be deep in her core as his knot prevented anything else. He came in a burst, her breasts bouncing as the sound of their sex descended into wet sloshing. Jaina was in her place of pure delight, standing on her toes, back ached, her voice singing to the heavens. Roric took his time but never slowed the pace, forcing her to several orgasms before reaching for her arms. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms back. He held her, balanced on her toes as she leaned forward, breasts hanging over the city as he pounded her.
Everything was a blur when he finally came; the long chain of earlier releases boosting her shared orgasm. She felt her pussy squeezing with every throb of his cock, as warm bestial seed was pumped into her womb. Roric held her fast, giving her a few deep thrusts to ensure she was well bred. Then he placed her hands back on the railing and waited for his knot to slide out.
Jaina panted, her body trembling from the sex. She needed this reminder of his power and that despite being part of the harem, she was his first and foremost. A low cry escaped her lips as he pulled, his deflated knot sliding from her body. She felt warm cum run down her legs as it escaped the prison that was her body.
“You may remove your hands,” Roric said in a commanding tone.
Jaina quickly came away, turning about as she dropped to her knees. Roric put a comforting hand on the back of her head as she sucked him in for cleaning. He stroked her head softly as she sucked his cock clean, then leaned in to lick around the knot and base. It was her duty as a sex slave to leave her master free from their sex. She savored the taste of her pussy mixed with his seed and took her time with each long lick.
“Good slave,” Roric said as he watched her work. “You have pleased your master.
The words were like music, sweet and harmonious. It was all she ever wanted to hear her masters say. When she had him cleaned, she remained on her knees until he took a hand and led her to a nearby bench. He sat down and pulled her into his lap, holding her tightly as thunder rolled in the distance.
“I love you,” Roric whispered. “My beautiful Jaina. My dreams come true.” He cradled her head, rocking gently as she surrendered to his grasp. Her body was still glowing with the power of their sex, and the tension of making love to her master was still alive. All Jaina wanted now was to be still and be held, her love complete in the simple act of a hug.
She wasn't even aware she had fallen asleep until she woke to find she was in bed. She was splayed across Roric's chest, her leg thrown over his as something soft tickled her back. She saw the white furred arm of Rajeen and realized she was sandwiched between them. Evalynn was on the other side, sleeping with a gentle smile. Jaina's head rose and fell with Roric's gentle breathing as she was held between her master's love.
He stirred ten minutes later, using a tender hand to caress her head. She looked up to meet eyes full of compassion as he smiled at his Jaina.
“I love you,” Jaina whispered.
“I love you too,” he whispered back. “I hope you enjoyed that. I wanted you to know how much you mean to me.”
“Roric, every kiss, caress, and touch I experience is because of you,” Jaina said. “I am reminded in all of it just how much I love you. I can't make love without thinking about you and how you made all this possible. Please never stop trying to show me how much I mean to you, but also never doubt that I know.”
“So, are we still good?” Roric asked as he stroked her head.
“Is this a check-in?” Jaina asked with a smile. “Because I can't imagine how to make life more wonderful, though I wouldn’t mind dancing for the inn again.”
“Ahh, the little slut never tires of men,” Rajeen purred as she lifted her head. “Are there not enough women here to sate your desires?”
Jaina let out a pleased hum as Rajeen's claws traced her thigh. She snuggled in and explained that there were more than enough, but for her, it was something more. She wanted Roric to push her boundaries and make her do things she had never dreamed of. She wanted them to take the choice away from her and make her feel like their slave.
“You are a rare girl,” Rajeen said as she pressed into Jaina's back to purr.
“She is extremely rare,” Roric agreed. “A treasure I will never give up, but I would be greedy not to share.”
“Hmm,” Jaina said with a pleased smile. She basked in the love of her masters and closed her eyes to enjoy the moment. This was all she wanted and more, her own personal heaven where she existed to make love. It was made more special by the woman around her, who held her hand and went on the adventure with her. Together, they would build a happiness beyond imagining and meet the challenges.