Purpose Driven

No sooner had Irilyth begged for her life, she felt Manea's foreleg wound around her chest move until one of those massive feline paws gripped her by her throat, making her give a startled gasp. Unable to move or lower her head with the fae's paw around her throat just beneath her jaw, Iri was forced to remain exposed to Manea's sharp teeth while she nibbled the tender skin covering her most vital veins and vulnerable flesh, feeling those razor-like feline claws bite into her throat just enough to give her a taste of the danger this woman could pose to her. Iri whined and shivered, her hips still squirming from the manual stimulation between her legs, but her upper body forced to remain still for fear of jerking too much and causing those claws to tear into something vital. Irilyth's berry-toned eyes gazed around at the cave wall in front of her, unable to turn or look anywhere else as she gasped and panted in a combination of fear and forced sexual pleasure, her body reacting beyond her own control, completely and totally under the will of Manea.

Manea said she wouldn't kill her, then released Iri's throat so the petite woman could move her head again, instinctively tucking her head down to try and protect her vulnerable throat while her dire mistress kissed the edge of her neck and cheek. She sucked in a few desperate gasps for breath, her paws flexing and releasing as her toes curled from the strong surges of physical pleasure she was powerless to resist as Manea had her way with her, her body betraying her to the skilled fae's paws and mouth. Irilyth could only offer a high-pitched, keening whine in response when Manea asked if she'd be good, the ability to speak having left her by now.

Held tightly and securely in her arms, Iri could only kick and squirm and writhe while Manea brought her closer and closer to an edge of ecstasy she hadn't wanted. She only barely caught Manea's purred words about giving her a treat before Irilyth was dragged to that plateau and thrown off of it by her assaulter. The coil Manea had been tightening steadily in her gut exploded, and Iri let out a loud, wailing moan as she reached her peak and came crashing into euphoria, singing for her new mistress while her body trembled violently in Manea's grasp. Her body thrashed, her hips bucking against the paw still working her most sensitive flesh, paws scrabbling and clawing at the dirt to find hold of anything while her world spun around her. Heat flushed over her face, embarrassment from finding pleasure in her assault and her total inability to resist. That had always been her purpose though: to be used by those stronger and bigger than her in order to survive.

When she was finished, Irilyth collapsed limp against Manea's chest and stomach, the larger fae's arms still clutching her tight like she owned her. Her pink tongue hung from her mouth as she gasped and panted for breath, her hind legs still giving little kicks and twitches from the residual shocks of her pleasure. She felt Manea's paw drift from between her thighs to wrap around her stomach, holding her so secure that she had no chance of escape even if she wanted it. Irilyth was still fully under Manea's power until she decided otherwise. While Manea kissed her neck and asked if she had any questions, Iri was busy trying to blink her vision back into focus and catch her breath. Wouldn't that just be her luck, surviving one rapist only to wind up in the paws of another? Only this time, her attacker had been successful. But now... Irilyth might have found her new purpose in life.

"M-Mistress..." she gasped between heavy breaths, trying to form a coherent thought, though she was still very clearly frazzled and lost in the throes of orgasm. She had many questions. What would her role entail specifically? What would her daily chores and tasks be? What was expected of her beyond being a plaything for Manea and her husband? But her brain couldn't form the sentences right now. One thing did linger in her mind though, and she supposed that would be as good of a first question as any. "Y-Your husband... You want me to entertain him like I do you...?" Was this an open marriage she'd stumbled her way into, or was she just a toy for the two wolves to use in their bedroom antics?

"Irilyth"