Purpose Driven

Fortunately for Irilyth's sanity, her pleading cries swearing herself to Manea seemed to be exactly what the giant violet fae had been waiting to hear. Her new mistress chuckled and declared she was hers while that wonderfully talented paw of hers ceased its teasing movements and instead went straight for her hot spots that she'd abused only minutes before. Irilyth's reactions were immediate and intense, raspberry eyes rolling back to disappear behind fluttering blonde eyelids while her body writhed and squirmed in Manea's strong, insistent grasp. She moaned deeply, but the sound was muffled a split second later by Manea's soft lips crushing to hers in a deep, heated kiss. Iri moaned into Manea's mouth when she tasted her mistress' tongue against hers, dainty paws winding up around her neck and ruffling through rich purple fur to get a desperate hold on anything to keep her grounded while her body trembled and danced wildly. Her hind legs kicked at the air, toes splaying while her body was manipulated in all the right ways by the wolf now thoroughly claiming her as hers. Irilyth reveled in the power of Manea, her dominance stirring a deeper heat within her belly beyond the desire she already felt. She belonged to this woman, this queen, and just like that Irilyth had found her new home and purpose.

The pleasure within her spiked, jumping peak after peak as Manea worked her up with expert precision. It was very obvious that she was not the first fae Manea had lain with, but it mattered not, since this was not Irilyth's first time being used for sex by her masters. This was, however, the most emphatic time her owner had used her body for pleasure though, and there was something far more erotic about being submissive and helpless to the pleasure of a fae than a brute. Iri's brain was having a hard time focusing on any of these thoughts though while Manea short-circuited her with wave after wave of fiery pleasure making her muscles tense and her body contort, hips pushing up to the feline paw between her thighs in a silent plea for more. She wanted to reach that plateau again, to feel Manea push her to her absolute limits and then throw her screaming into sheer euphoria.

Their moment was interrupted by a masculine chuckle, and Irilyth felt her heart leap into her throat when Manea pulled away from her lips, following her mistress' gaze to a massive black wolf with red markings grinning at them. Iri looked to Manea and saw the way the two wolves exchanged glanced, and she realized the truth. This was Manea's husband. Iri suddenly felt even more vulnerable and exposed with Manea holding her pinned on her back with her legs spread wide while the brute looked her over, practically salivating at what he saw. Despite the interruption, Manea's paw never stopped moving over her nethers, making Irilyth's body wiggle and keening moans slip from her while she bit her lip. There was something undeniably arousing at being forced to lie exposed to the brute's predatory gaze while Manea continued to wind her up, coiling her muscles tenser as her inevitable climax continued to build within her.

Irilyth felt a strange sense of safety when Manea declared the little blonde fae to be hers, then warned her husband he could not break her. She had truly been afraid at the sheer size of the brute, but knowing Manea wouldn't let any grievous harm befall her brought her a little bit of security. Her husband agreed, and Manea agreed to share Iri with him once she got some contraceptives. That made Irilyth feel better as well, knowing she wouldn't have to carry the pups of her owners. It also meant this behemoth of a wolf wouldn't be mounting her today. Irilyth whined with the pleasure Manea was continuing to smother her with, meeting her mistress' wicked grin with a curious glance.

Her curiosity was answered immediately when Manea let go of her and moved to put herself over the tiny fae, sliding her up the cave floor with a quiet gasp until she felt Manea's warm breath against her sensitive parts between her legs. Iri's eyes widened with understanding, gazing down the length of her body to Manea as the fae raised her rump to her husband. Iri was staring into Manea's eyes when that first roll of her tongue against her flesh came so Manea was able to see the way the fae's eyes rolled and her head tipped back with heated, breathy moans. Tiny paws found their way down to Manea's head, desperate to hold onto something as her mistress took her to heights of pleasure far beyond what she'd ever experienced before. She heard the sounds of the husband mounting his wife, and as Irilyth drowned in this sea of pleasure with her new masters, she couldn't help but grin as she imagined what every day after this one would be like with them.

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"Irilyth"