Purpose Driven

Slowly regaining control of her body again, Irilyth managed to turn her head just enough to peek back and up at Manea's grinning face, seeing the approval in her glistening aqua eyes as well as a hunger that hadn't been in them previously when she'd entered the cave. Manea must have really enjoyed what she'd done to her. Irilyth was in a little awe of the dire fae, not just at her physical size and strength, but at her confidence and power of will. Whatever she wanted she took, and whatever she desired she did. Irilyth had always belonged to brutes before now, as they exhibited the most power and control, but Manea shattered that stereotype to pieces. Manea explained with a salacious delight that her husband would indeed be sharing her the same way she did, then qualified that he wouldn't so long as she was in heat until Manea could find the right contraceptive herbs for her. She was silently grateful for that. Irilyth held no desire to be a mother, and to know these wolves wouldn't wish to breed her brought a little ease to her nervousness.

Manea continued on to explain that she would most likely be entertaining herself or the couple together and less so her husband alone, but guaranteed no shortage of sex in her life from now on. Irilyth believed that if this was her first thirty minutes with this stranger she had literally just met. Captured and claimed in under an hour, that was a new record for Iri. Irilyth's thoughts were swiftly broken when she felt Manea's warm tongue dance over her ear, making her gasp audibly while her body gave little shivers and jerks under her touch. The way her paw trailed up and down her smooth stomach and slender sides made her muscles quiver wherever she touched, and Iri got the vague idea that Manea wasn't anywhere near done with her yet. The rain outside had begun to fall heavier yet, now fully concealing them from the world, and leaving her alone in the paws of her new mistress to do with as she pleased.

Iri's face grew hot with an embarrassed flush when Manea complimented her reactions to pleasure. Although they had entirely been coerced and against her will, Iri's body had reacted like it would to any other stimulation, and though Manea had forcibly brought her to climax, her body didn't know the difference. "Thank you, Mistress..." she said, biting her lip to try and keep herself still while Manea teased her with her stroking touches. Each stroke broke her words up with little breathy gasps while she could do nothing but let herself be subjugated to Manea's will. "You're very... very talented... with your paws..." Her chest began to heave a little more as her breathing hitched once more, still extra sensitive all over while her nerves buzzed with sexual energy from her heat.

"Irilyth"