Seeking Jezelda (Evendur x Lord DreamCrusher)

[Evendur]

"And as you can see, he snuck in my own manor, and impregnated not only my daughter, but he had his trained wolf claim my wife as well!" The infuriated Lord Andromere told the black clad woman sitting across from him in his office, his nostrils flared in anger. The younger of the two women in question was quite pregnant at this point, or had a large baby in the early stages. The mother wore a blush so scarlet it was impressive to a degree. The manor had taken in a wandering man for brief time while he looked for work, and the daughter had found him attractive. His name was Draven, and both women had given her very...descriptive visuals to go off of in her search. It had unfortunately not ended well, with money missing from their coffers, and their daughter left full in return.

"Not a problem Lord Andromere, I can assure you that this is something I can handle." Misaki said with a smile as she curiously rotated a metal device in her hands. "Though, you don't want me to kill this one, you want me to capture him alive, put this on his lady-plundering package, and drag him back here?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, before stowing the device in her pack. "Then double the normal fee, since it's going to be twice as hard to being that big dumb brute back alive." She said firmly, crossing her arms under her bust, and while the lord sputtered at first, his bloodlust got the better of him, and he agreed.

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About a month later, Draven was camped out between two cities, roasting a freshly killed deer over a fire. When suddenly, he felt a stabbing pain in his back as a shuriken sunk into it, before disappearing and just leaving a wound. The black clad assassin had found her target, and now, the fight was on. Misaki disappeared again, and after a moment, 5 more shuriken embedded themselves in is front torso before she disappeared again. Too easy...poor traveling boy picked the wrong daughter to put his bastard inside.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

Draven snarled as the small bladed objects embedded into his flesh. The truth of his nature protected him from the worst of the injury but the strikes were potent enough that they actually hurt him. The pain was dull and weak, he could tell it was not silver, but his assailant was not leaving him much time to consider the situation as she seemingly hopped from place to place and launched another volley of the metal stars into his chest.

As he stood up and began to process the situation, Draven weighed heavily upon how he would respond. Revealing his true nature was always dangerous but it was the only way he liked to fight. A moment of consideration saw him to the conclusion that they were remote enough from civilization to take that chance and he darted away from the campfire and into the darkness of the night. With little to no light illuminating his armor, a fine set of black-purple metal with an alchemical coating of oily-black sapphire upon the surface, the plating began to react by almost bending the darkness around him and making it just a little harder to clearly discern his location.

Draven wasn't exactly attempting to hide, not fully anyway, but rather he was seeking to momentarily break the visual contact of his enemy so he could transform. He reached into himself, felt the strength in his blood as it pumped through his heart, and allowed the animal side to come forth as he stopped short and doubled over to barely maintain his footing. His muscles ripped and expanded, bones cracked as they thickened and extended, and white flesh was replaced by dark black as fur sprouted from near every pore of his body. Fingertips turned into black, razor-sharp claws and his face became the elongated muzzle of a wolf. The pain caused his to grunt, groan, and finally howl in a loud, looming tone that called out into the night and would carry for miles. When Draven hunched over he was a man. When he stood up and raised to nearly ten feet tall, he was a werewolf lord with his armor having shifted to fit his larger frame.

 

[Evendur]

Misaki was pleased at how this was going, all 5 of her second volley of stars blooming into pretty red roses of blood on his chest. When he got up and ran away, it was a natural reaction to getting ambushed by an assassin as skilled as herself. Her invisible body remained in pursuit, focusing and darting up a fallen tree branch to get the high ground advantage where she could rain endless death down upon him until he passed out, then she could lock him up, stabilize him, and then keep him unconscious as she carted him back to Lord Andromere. He was a little faster than her though, and by the time she stopped on a solid tree branch and looked down, her eyes widened at what she saw taking place below her. Her target was a werewolf! And a massive one at that. Her mind briefly darted back to Lady Andromere, smirking as she realized that it wasn't Draven's pet wolf that had sodomized the busty crone, but Draven himself in his wolf form.

Misaki was pleased at how this was going, all 5 of her second volley of stars blooming into pretty red roses of blood on his chest. When he got up and ran away, it was a natural reaction to getting ambushed by an assassin as skilled as herself. Her invisible body remained in pursuit, focusing and darting up a fallen tree branch to get the high ground advantage where she could rain endless death down upon him until he passed out, then she could lock him up, stabilize him, and then keep him unconscious as she carted him back to Lord Andromere. He was a little faster than her though, and by the time she stopped on a solid tree branch and looked down, her eyes widened at what she saw taking place below her. Her target was a werewolf! And a massive one at that. Her mind briefly darted back to Lady Andromere, smirking as she realized that it wasn't Draven's pet wolf that had sodomized the busty crone, but Draven himself in his wolf form.

"Well, I guess send one shapeshifter to deal with another..." The human woman thought, as she decided to let her own hair down so to speak. Not that her change was visible, and it looked less gruesome, as her face elongated into a canine muzzle, her curves and crotch enhanced, and she grew 3 vulpine tails above her round rump. "Alright big boy, lets dance!" She thought as she launched another volley of 3 at him, though, these clanged off before she disappeared again. The battle truly begun, more metal flew as she pelted him with shuriken, though, with all this extra fur, it was harder to sink them into his body than it had been when he was human.

Then, as she was running around, a branch broke under her weight, and she tumbled several feet to the ground. She landed with an impact so soft it was hard to believe, but those lost seconds meant Draven was on top of her, and she was no longer protected by distance, as her invisibility ended and revealed her black clad form.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

He spun around after finishing his transformation just in time to catch sight of his assailant turning visible and transforming in her own right, though he chuckled in a deep and rumbling fashion as he could tell she was anything but lycan like he was on instinct if nothing else. The trio of stars she tossed this time all but bounced off of his body this time, unable to find purchase in any weaker parts of his frame now that he knew where she was. Of course, he could smell her presence regardless but that was a far less precise tool.

With the speed of a true racehorse he bound towards her, using his arms to pull along the ground in a bounding fashion that truly blurred the lines between quadruped and bipedal movement. "Not the kindest greeting...I suppose I'll have to teach you some manners." The snarling growl in his tone was coarser than any grit a human could muster, reverberating from his throat like a booming roll of thunder in the distance. Luck was not on her side though as the branch snapped and dropped her to the ground, saving him precious seconds in having to climb up to her.

On instinct he flexed his transformative control and extended the length of his claws further, turning them into small black swords from his fingertips only to slash wildly at head-height. It wasn't his best showing as the attack soared over her head and sliced a chunk out of the tree trunk behind her but it did clearly show his raw power as wood chips flung like shrapnel away from both of them. The animal side of himself always pushed Draven towards violence, towards consumption of flesh before or after the killing of others. That said, he was a natural born and his dire wolf side did not define him in the same way an afflicted would; he could control his transformations and control hims will. To this end he was fortunate that he hadn't cleaved the head from her shoulders as, on taking in her details so close, she was quite fetching and the desire to mate was almost always as strong as the desire to eat.

Inhaling deeply told him something of interest about the foxy female; she wasn't a woman at all. Or sure that she looked feminine and beautiful but her scent was wrong, he could tell there was no pussy between those thighs and a glance down showed the bulge in her black suit that proved that point. "You should know a canine doesn't play nice outside his pack. You're no proper bitch...but I can make you into one." Doing his best to hold back at this point, though unable to cause no harm to her, the werewolf lord snapped his jaws forward and tried to catch one of her legs in the hope that he could wrench her from her feet and get her to the ground where she'd be vulnerable to being pinned.

 

[Evendur]

Misaki swore as the branch broke beneath her, eyes opening wide as she was about to fall into a furry blender below as the moonlight glinted off those extended claws. Thankfully, she fell past before they could cut or skewer her, and she thumped semi-softly into the ground near her target. As the kitsune quickly righted herself and got back to her feet, she also got some fortunate moonlight, and she could tell that for a few moments, the large furred male was ogling her form. This bought her a few precious seconds to get fully ready, the sword on her back not drawn.

Draven spoke of how she should know how a canine isn't nice to those that aren't part of his tribe, his pack, and then he insulted the deadly ninja in front of her face, saying that she wasn't a real woman, but he could make her one. As he dove at her leg, she jumped, up, having lured him into over extending, and she sunk more shuriken into his shoulders. She landed once he pulled back, a defiant, angry look on her face. "Your days of making and mating bitches are over, Draven. I'm going to drag you back to Lord Andromere's manor so you can be a good husband, or kill you in the process!" She said as she panted, faking being tired to present another trap for the lycanthrope.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

Her avoidance of his bite was commendable, she was very agile, but the dull impacts of her throwing stars continued to bounce off of his back. They had hurt him earlier, if only slightly, but now the wavy shadows of his form kept her from targeting the few areas where they could possibly harm him. "Ahh so that explains it." He snarled back though with an odd measure of calm imposed on his mind. He couldn't underestimate her skills but his confidence in his ability to win this engagement was high so he didn't feel too threatened by this point, not now that he was starting to dial in on her limitations.

"That was a good night...you would have enjoyed the show. Don't worry though, I'll put on a repeat performance just for you." She panted as if tired but there was no way he believed that, not after such a short exchange of blows so far. Trickery wasn't his style of fighting, his was more raw and primitive yet proven effective considering the common nature of the wolf in the world. He didn't want to kill her when he could ravage her instead, though he couldn't exactly hold back entirely either. He closed the distance between them and raised himself up upon his feet to tower over her, exposing his stomach for an easy counter strike, before he came crashing down onto her position with the force of his whole body. She could try to stab him or throw her little stars, he just wanted to get a hold of her so she couldn't escape.

 

[Evendur]

"I highly doubt that I would have enjoyed that, and when I'm done, I don't think you'll be performing for anyone again." Misaki replied coldly, it seemed that her feint hadn't worked, he was still guarded as he approached. Though, in an odd turn from that, he reared up and just tried to flatten her with his size, as if smothering a flame with a heavy blanket. As he reared up, she thrust both open palms into his chest to try and knock the wind out of her foe, and catch him off guard. They clanged into his breastplate as he kept falling atop her, his size and weight an order of magnitude larger than hers as he flattened her to the forest floor.

"Nnngh! Get off of me you beast!" She said angrily as she squirmed beneath him, not able to lift something that size on the best day of her life, let alone an average day. She tried to wiggle her way out, but his limbs didn't allow her the space she needed to shimmy out, she was pinned down by her target. This was a rather humiliating position for Misaki to be in, given that she had a couple dozen hits under her belt at this time in her career. She tried giving strikes with her arms and legs, but he didn't even acknowledge that he felt the force of them, let alone any pain.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

The maneuver worked perfectly as he lay atop her with a cruel grin, not that anyone could really see it upon his canine face. He felt her wiggling and struggling beneath him in her attempts to escape but felt it was probably best just to wait a few moments and allow her to tire herself out somewhat for real, surely the weight of his body would hinder her breathing and the panicked struggles were just wasteful expenditures of energy. "Are you...trying to punch me?" The deep reverb of his voice was met with mild amusement. Not to say that he was invincible as a werewolf but his durability was well beyond most mortal means of contest, save one of course. Still the way she moved helped trigger the primal hunting instincts of the beast within, the power trip of feeling the prey squirm and scream in the moments before death. He wasn't going to kill her, at least not yet, but the mental satisfaction was still present all the same.

"Your bravery borders on stupidity. To some extent it's commendable but you are well out of your league. Honestly thought Andromere would figure out the truth of my nature and have the sense to simply be thankful I left." He dipped his face down towards her neck and proceeded to give her a long lick from the base of her shoulder all the way up to the back of her left ear, anticipating what fun he was going to have with her all the while. She wasn't quite secured just yet though and he still had to properly bind her; his rope being with his backpack by the campfire. So, to that end, he shifted to give her a little more space as he attempted to wrestle with the not-female and pin her arms behind her back. With some luck he could drag her back to his fire and tie her up.

 

[Evendur]

The exposed eyes glared at him as he asked if she was trying to hurt him, as if he was unsure if the movement he felt was from the evening breeze or from his struggling prey. It was getting harder for Misaki to breathe as he kept her head down, and her movements started to slow. "Yes! Now be a good boy and play dead!" She said with an angry growl of her own, though, hers sounded like a pup compared to Draven, and even that was maybe too much of a compliment. "No, He just wanted you captured or dead! If he'd told me you were a fucking werewolf, you'd have so much silver sticking out of you that they could build a new town mining it from your corpse!" She shot back before he licked her. With her body covered in her shozuku, she didn't really feel the tongue until it got to her ear, and it flicked in a manner that said the lick was unwanted.

He was easily able to overpower the smaller kitsune, and her dexterous form was unable to escape his grasp as he reared up and pinned her to his chest with those burly arms, her legs kicking as he carried her with ease. His powerful frame made the task of transporting and further restraining his prisoner easily. She'd have needed magical aid to escape from Draven at this point.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

"Perhaps." Was all he had to offer in regards to her claims regarding silver. It was the well known weakness of his kind and something that he, and all lycans, despised about the otherwise great gift of their blood. There was a way to change that though, he was sure of it, but now was not the time to dwell on it. Once he had her over by the campfire, Draven first saw about trying to strip off the black cloth that garbed her body. He had to strip her somewhat before he could bind her hands together with rope, otherwise he'd not be able to strip her after that without just completely shredding the clothing. He could do that but his destructive tendencies were not that rampant in this instance, not when it wasn't necessary. "Let's get you more comfortable. You have a nice figure but I want to see what's underneath all this wrapping..."

 

[Evendur]

Misaki grimaced and squirmed as a foot held her against a fallen log in a most undignified way, and Draven began removing her clothing. When her breasts were freed, her eyes glared, shooting shurikens at him as she was unable to stop being stripped. The most effective way to be stealthy was with as little bulk as possible, and so, she was naked under the soft, comfortable costume. His nose had not been wrong as he continued further down, just enough to satisfy his curiosity about whether his nose was correct or not. The kitsune was not a female, having a male's package between her legs, a fact that the lycanthrope was the first one to discover in a very long time. Or at least discover and live to tell about it, for now.

She fought him the entire way, her struggling and squirming tails knocking over the pack that he'd set down next to her, spilling out some supplies like food, thieves tools, her own silk rope, and the cage that Lord Andromere had wanted placed on his quarry. The ninja grimaced as he tossed her clothes aside, her round rump pressed against the ground of this clearing as he looked for methods to restrain his capture.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

His yellow eyes drank in her nude body as the clothing was peeled away to reveal it, including the fairly generous package between her legs as well. Of course, she wasn't anything compared to him in that regard but was certainly better endowed than most humans and elves he'd met during his travels in leaving the Shudderwood. "Not bad...though that only means you'll get even more pleasure when I fuck your ass."

The mess of things from her pack caught his eye momentarily but he didn't let it distract him as he zeroed in on the more durable rope she carried compared to his own. Draven didn't recognize the material at a glance but he could tell it was tougher than hemp and he picked up the coil all while keeping her pinned beneath his feet. "Curious material. Softer to the touch but..." He tested the rope by pulling it taut but he certainly did not flex even half of his considerable strength in knowing that he could more than likely rip it asunder otherwise. "...still somewhat durable." At this point he flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled her arms behind her back, using the silken rope to bind her hands together tightly at the wrists to a degree that she, hopefully, couldn't escape from. She could still get up and run with her legs free, but she had none of her equipment and he could outpace her or so he thought at least.

Once she was bound up he cut the remaining length of the rope with one of his claws and began to rummage through the contents of her bag instead, leaving her with a little breathing room. Most of the items were uninteresting to him but the cage was anything but as he picked it up off the grass. A series of slightly curved metal bars came down into a rounded point and all connected to two rings near the opening, a built-in locking mechanism at the top accepted a small key which thankfully didn't prove too hard to find. Draven couldn't say that he'd seen something like this before but he could guess at the purpose easily enough, a sort of cage to lock up one's penis inside so it couldn't be used. "So this is what you meant by my days of mating are over. You suppose to put this on me huh? Seems a little small, not sure it would fit me."

 

[Evendur]

"Ugh, there are few things I would want to experience less than that." She commented dryly as he commented that her presence of a prostate would make the inevitable anal sex with him even more pleasurable. "It's silken rope, were you raised in the woods?" Misaki asked, grunted as she was flipped over, wincing as her blue nipples were pressed into the rough wood of the log, thankfully not getting any splinters in them as his hands manipulated the rope to a fairly adept degree, and her wrists were firmly fastened together. Her tails swayed and twisted as he turned her back over onto her butt, the ninja staying put for now, save attempting to transform into her human form to slip the bonds, but there wasn't the size difference in her forms that there was with Draven, and so, she remained bound as her fur returned.

"I was told that it was magical, and would resize to whoever it was put on." She explained, as he picked up and examined the chastity cage, much like she had when it had first been presented it to her about a month ago. "I lost, and I accept that. Shouldn't we just go our separate ways at this point? You can have my pay in there, and I'll just take my clothes and go?" The kitsune offered as a way to try and get out of what was going on here, before he got designs to use that cage on her. It had magical powers, ones that she did not wish visited on her.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

He hadn't though about it but, when she revealed what she knew of the device's magic, that was the moment she fucked up and made the situation worse than it already was. The moment of inspiration hit him and a wicked grin split his maw, though his face was perhaps not the most expressive beyond inducing fear in others. "You interrupted my meal, attacked me with the intention of putting this thing upon my cock, and now you expect I'll just let you go? At the least I'm going to fuck you like I fucked the nobleman's daughter and wife...well perhaps not exactly the same." The comment directed at her lack of a vagina, not that he seemed to mind in the slightest. "Magic resizing hmm? I'm curious to see if that's true."

With the metal cage in hand Draven stepped closer to his prisoner and fiddle with the key and lock, managing to open the mechanism after a few moments of attempt considering his large hands weren't exactly well-suited to fine motor skills. The idea of the construction was simple enough, ballsack goes through the ring to help keep it on while penis goes inside the metal bars, but if it wasn't magical then he knew this would never fight either of them not just on size but also on shape as well. "When I told you that I'd make you a proper bitch I was just talking about fucking you but locking you in this thing sounds like a lot more fun." Whether he had to knock her down and force this on her or not it was time to put the cage to the test and see just what it was capable of. "Besides, you know my nature and my kind are hunted. Letting you go would be stupid on my part, you'd just tell someone the truth and I'd have to deal with more like you...only they'd be better prepared."

 

[Evendur]

The grin unnerved Misaki, as if she could tell what he was thinking already, as he explained the litany of reasons that the shemale ninja was going to end up at least sodomized, if not much worse by the time the night was through. She blushed a but as he said that he would fuck her like he fucked both the daughter and wife, remembering the vivid descriptions of the two different ways each had been fucked, as if to impress upon her how much of a bastard Draven was. She was becoming intimately familiar herself.

Her eyes widened and she tried to bolt as the cage opened, but a wolven kick to the gut knocked her back to the ground, knocking the wind out of her for a moment "Huh! Uughh..." She groaned as she lay on her bound arms, feeling the pain of her attempted escape in her core. "N-No, please, don't! I won't say anything, I promise!" She whimpered as he forced her cock and balls through the first metal ring, which expanded to make it easier, and then shrunk back down once nestled into place. Then her flaccid blue member was put in the cage, her flesh showing up especially well inside of it as it was locked onto her body. Once locked on, the device gave Draven knowledge of what the enchanted metal cock trap could do, so that he would know how to use it. Lord Andromere had it enchanted that way in case he forgot.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

The magic worked perfectly and Draven had no trouble fitting the device in place as it adapted to accommodate her anatomy; anatomy that wasn't much different to his own in this form truthfully. As he locked it there was a small but sudden rush of understanding that flowed into his mind, it surprised him and took a few moments to process before he realized it was a manual of sorts for how to use the powers that the cage possessed. The Cage of Compliance erodes the will of the wearer, making them susceptible to intimidation which just so happened to be his specialty. In addition it could momentarily force the wearer to open a single-word command three times per day, just to add further insult, so long as he was holding the key. Indeed this device was well-made and something he could appreciate, even though it was originally intended for him.

"Oh shut up with that bullshit. You'd tell, you'd tell without any intention of keeping my secret. If that cuck doesn't come after you for failing to bring me in then someone else will get the knowledge from you eventually. I'm not taking that risk." The only sense of morality Draven truly possessed was in relation to his pack and they were no where to be found in this place. He'd probably kill her once he had his fun with her tonight. A shame to have to destroy such a nice piece of ass in such a permanent manner but his ambitions wouldn't be silenced by petty compassion.

Thumbing the key between his fingers, Draven contemplated what command he should give in order to test the magic of the device. Only three uses for the entire day was limiting but there was no use saving them if she had to die anyway. The crackling of the fire reminded him of his awaiting meal however and that helped to answer his question as he reached out with his left hand and dragged her towards the fire so that she'd be kneeling between the flames and a sizeable stump that he had previously been using as a seat. "I'm going to eat my meal and you are going to do what I say. With this cage you don't exactly have much choice."

Reaching to a small knob on the left side of his breastplate, the werewolf twisted and a series of latches along the entire seem of the suit popped open one by one. The mechanical engineering was impressive but the result was a simple one as he finished separating the parts of the armor with his fingers, prying them apart and peeling away every part of his armor in seconds what would take a normal suit minutes at the least. He was wearing some rugged but simple clothing beneath so he was not nude like she was as he set the armor aside. However he didn't intend for that to be the case for long as he carefully untied the lacing of his trousers and pulled them down to reveal himself to her. He wasn't hard just yet so all she could see of his cock was the bright red tip poking out from his black furry sheath, however the sheer size of the opening and the heft of his balls was more than enough to suggest he was going to have so much to offer her when all was said and done.

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He moved to pull his shirt up and over his head before sitting down on the stump, reaching over to pull the shemale into the gap between his legs and speaking his first magical command for the evening towards her, "Lick." all while reaching to tear a chunk of meat from the slow-cooking deer. Why not savor his meal while making her savor his cock and balls? Best to use his time with her efficiently after all.

 

[Evendur]

She winced as he growled at her and rebuked her claims of keeping his secret and just going their separate ways. He didn't believe her, he really had no reason to do so, given their interactions tonight. The massive werewolf was already imposing, and the cage just made him seem a bit more scary than that even. Draven was fixing to play with her and take whatever he wanted, and that was rather unsettling to her. Even as an assassin who had killed several people, she was in over her head in terms of both sheer size and combat prowess. Even him contemplating what to do seemed menacing to her by the firelight.

"Oww! Hey! You don't need to drag me!" Misaki complained as her butt made a path through the dirt of the clearing, the dry brown getting mixed into her black and white fur down there. She was pulled up onto her knees between his legs, and he picked up his dinner, and gave her first command, almost dismissively. She glared up at him as the cage shocked her and she yelped in a bit of pain, and started dragging her light blue tongue against his black furred balls. They were reach as large as her fist, hanging weightily between his muscled, powerful thighs. His musk was slowly beginning to tickle her nose, it sniffing around for the scent that was starting to make itself known. "Ai han't e-weve aht uwer mahin e oo his." (I can't believe you're making me do this). She commented, glaring up at him, unable to pull her tongue from his salty, furred nuts.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

Draven knew how the cage functioned but he was still pleasantly surprised that the magic worked as well as it did. Despite the clear disdain for the activity present in her demeanor his bitch in the making was obediently lapping at his balls with long, deliberate motions that felt wonderfully pleasant to the sensitive flesh he possessed beneath the dark fur. "Mmm, that's more like it." He bit into the meat he held in his hand, his sharpened fangs ripping a piece out with ease before he snapped it further into his mouth and swallowed it. A little overdone for his tastes but it was far from burnt and he was satisfied enough at that.

He took a moment or two to cast his gaze around the area, checking to see if she had any backup or if anyone else was going to stumble upon their presence but, thankfully, they appeared to be alone. With that fact offering him comfort, Draven turned his large yellow eyes downward to his lover-to-be and watched as she continued her work. The stimulation combined with his imagination to make the tip of his pecker push outward from his sheath in short order, moving slowly but at a steady rate so long as she continued to obey the command. Inch after inch would reveal itself as the reward for her diligence, his shaft nearly as thick as a horse though assuredly not as long. When all was said and done though he was packing a few inches over a foot of man-meat and a bitch-breaker of a knot at the base which throbbed with need for more. All in good time; he intended to make this evening last.

 

[Evendur]

The werewolf was reveling in his control over her, relishing the fact that his assassin was now being forced to lick his balls and pleasure a target that had captured and caged her, instead of the other way around like it was supposed to occur. She hoped his meal was burned to a crisp, but sadly, it did seem to still have some moisture and juiciness to it. His cock came out over her head, and nestled between her large ears, which lowered as she felt the warmth from his throbbing member. His 'bitch' was none too pleased at the current state of events, but this was about survival first and foremost. A satisfied werewolf was less likely to kill her, so she was incentivized to play along, even without the cage influencing her actions.

Her mouth migrated up to his large red shaft, dragging against what would likely be even more sensitive flesh for him, her saliva starting to coat his member, it starting to glisten in the firelight. Misaki's nose was getting more filled with his musk, it made her cock throb shamefully in its cage, making her wince in pain as the blue member tried to swell up to size for action that it was currently incapable of enjoying. Her soft face fur rubbed against his cock as her head dipped around as she continued to lick, having not been told to do anything else as of yet.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

"Mmmph...you work well." He groaned and growled low between bites of venison as he tongue pleased him. He understood that the magic would not last forever, if it was even still technically controlling her, but he wanted to see how far he could push her in regards to the single order before moving on to anything else. He swallowed the last bit of meat from the first chunk he had torn free and reached out to repeat the process. This time, once he was holding a suitable hunk in his right hand, he slowly raised himself from the stump. Without saying a word he raised his tail and squatted to position his ass directly level with her head. The insinuation should be obvious as the pink puckered hole peered out between the black fur of his muscular ass.

"I didn't tell you to stop." A part of him felt certain that there was a measure of flexibility in how she chose to interpret the extent of his magical command, a poorly chosen word might not have the intended effect, but he eagerly awaited to see if he could get her to stuff her face into his musky ass. This level of control and humiliation he forced her to suffer was well beyond the pure physical pleasure of her tongue, though that was certainly not insignificant on its own.

 

[Evendur]

Misaki panted softly as he pulled away from her mouth, her blue tongue still outstretched. It was slathered with her saliva and his sweaty grime, and it was unclear if the magic was keeping her tongue out, or if she was just unwilling to put in back in her mouth and be forced to swallow that taste. Her wrists tested her bonds again while he tore off more of his meal to eat, and adjusted his position for her next task, her intended target peeking out from between his muscular ass cheeks. It seemed that though he was a carnivore, he still wanted her to toss his salad.

The kitsune resisted at first, holding herself back from going in, her tongue licking at empty air. However, the cage could sense her keyholder was not getting what he wanted, and shocked her again, the shemale yelping again as her bits were zapped. She closed her eyes as she was forced to delve into his ass crack and began to give a rim job, swirling her tongue against what was likely an unpenetrated hole. It wasn't the first time she'd slept with someone repulsive, sometimes wet work called for that. But usually, she got the pleasure of killing them afterwards. Instead, she was bound and at least partially caged, subject to her cruel captor's whims.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

He waited a few moments and, as he looked behind himself to watch, he could tell that she was most certainly still being influenced by the magic as her tongue wagged in empty air. Here eyes told that she didn't want to do what he demanded but the small crackle of electricity and the yelp of pain she gave helped to complete the picture of how the item provided encouragement. The end result was her snout pressed between his cheeks and her tongue lapping dutifully at his backdoor, swirling around the wrinkled flesh and causing him to shiver in delight. Draven certainly was not a submissive individual himself and certainly was not the type to receive when he could give. Still, that didn't mean his ass was completely off limits as proven here.

"Seems it's not that hard for you to understand your place after all." He teased as he focused back on eating his meal. Draven stretched this time out a good few minutes, standing in place as he ate while getting rimmed. The stimulation he felt was nice but it certainly wasn't going to get him off, at least not without a long time of repetition and perhaps a reach around. Still that wasn't the point, he just wanted to humiliate her and wear her down which was no doubt going to make her tongue sore sooner rather than later.

For the last bit of his meal the werewolf turned back around and sat on the stump again, allowing her to focus on his cock and balls until at last his belly was full enough to tide him over. By this stage his tip had long begun oozing out clear and runny precum to dribble onto her head and make a mess of her fur, much to his satisfaction, and the warmth in his loins demanded more than just a tongue to bring him pleasure. "You may stop licking." And, although he didn't fully understand it, he could feel a tangible snap between them as his permission seemed to end the magical compulsion of his command.

Even though he freed her from that restriction she didn't have much opportunity to rest as he reached to her shoulders and twisted her around to face away from him. As he rose from his seat and pushed her down, face-first onto the dirt, it became obvious that he was moving on to the main course of his desires as he positioned himself atop her and prodded his saliva-soaked shaft around in search of her backdoor. "I do hope you are a virgin back here. I'd love to be your first...and last. Though I'm sure it'd be more comfortable for you if you had experience. My cock is not the easiest for others to take, especially not in this form."

The werewolf's breath was hot upon her neck as he spoke and again, just like how he had done when she was still clothed, he extended his tongue to draw a long and slow lick all up the length of her neck in an animalistic fashion of claiming her as his own; something that he knew the females of his pack went wild for on instinct alone and he wondered if she was similar enough to do the same. Nevertheless, when he did manage to line up the pointed tip of his tapered cock Draven would waste no time in trying to brute force it inside. What did he care about her comfort or well-being? He just wanted a good fuck for his satisfaction.

 

[Evendur]

Misaki made soft, cute little noises as she gulped down breathes when she could, all of her air tainted with his musk at this point. Her tongue dug and swirled, but was not strong enough to penetrate his ring of flesh unless he wished her to do it. Her mouth, and by extension her tongue were starting to get dry, adding more friction into the mix as she had no liquid to help refresh her diminishing saliva. Mercifully he seemed done with having his ass licked, and she was allowed to go back to servicing his front for a few more minutes as he finished eating.

He granted the kitsune release from the compulsion, and her tongue went back into her mouth. She immediately realized this was a bad idea, her face turned pale as his...unique flavours filled her mouth. "Oh hell...gods, do you ever bathe?" She complained as she sputtered, trying to get the taste from her mouth. "You will not be my first or my last. Every man who has penetrated me has quickly died." Misaki said as he pushed her to the ground, his large form getting behind her in preparation.

When he got back there, he'd see her hole was the same color as her cock, nestled between her round cheeks. The ninja shivered in a little pleasure as he licked up her neck, groaning softly as her cock flexed in the cage again, and this time, a small drop of precum fell from her tip. She didn't have much time to savor it, as he gripped her hips and forced his large meat up under her tails. Misaki's scream filled the clearing as he tried to split her in half with his penis. Even slicjened, he was her largest partner by a long shot. "Aaaaah! Fuuuck!" She cried out as he forced her open with that pointed tip, which quickly turned into possibly bowel rending girth.

 

[Lord DreamCrusher]

He chuckled at her question or, more aptly, her disgust at the flavors she had lapped from his body. "I don't shy away from the natural world. From the tastes, from the smells. I clean myself when necessary and no more." When was mostly to say that he tried to keep the blood out of his fur, the mud from his skin, and tried to occasionally take a dip in a river or stream when the opportunity presented itself. Soap was a foreign concept to him, not literally of course but he saw no use for it himself. Still that led into the revelation that she was not an anal virgin, slightly disappointing but ultimately wouldn't change a thing as he began to split her ass wide around his mammoth cock.

Her scream was sweet music to his ears and he continued to force himself deeper without slowing down. Her walls were tight and the lubrication of her spit was far from the most effective in helping his progress but it was all that she was going to get. As he pressed his weight down to keep her properly pinned he forced inch after inch inside, shifting his hips and wriggling his manhood as needed to further aid in stretching her out to accept him. Draven wouldn't stop until either his knot brushed against her cheeks or he simply couldn't stuff more inside without risk of ripping her apart. After all, there was no use in killing her before he'd had his fun.

No sooner than he had finished stuffing the majority of his dick inside her than did the werewolf pull back, sliding out as her walls squeezed around him in trying to force him away. Draven wouldn't let himself be ejected entirely though and, when only a few inches remained within, he pushed forward once more. Thus it began as he ramped up the pace, fucking her with powerful thrusts that were likely more than enough to knock the breath from her lungs every time. This rut was for him, not for her. But, even then, he could feel the hardened ball of her prostate pressing against his invading length every time; there was simply no way that his massive dick could avoid stimulating the most sensitive spot of her ass considering it was also stimulating every other inch of her bowels at the same time.

"Mmmph...you are my bitch now. That worthless dick of yours is going to...uunnhhh...remain locked in that cage for the rest of your life." With each inward thrust his balls swung forward and slapped against the backside of her own, smaller set. The contact was not exactly pleasant in that regard considering how forceful he was being in violating her, but they weren't striking hard enough to cripple both of them with agony either. After all his pair was just as sensitive as hers was, more or less. And, after his latest taunt, his jaws wrapped around the base of her neck and squeezed firmly with intent to hold her in place and to establish his dominance in the fact that he could crush the life out of her in an instant if he so desired here upon the dirt of the clearing. Once he had his fangs in the right position his grunts and groans of pleasure turned into rumbling growls instead, vibrating into her body through the contact as he redoubled his efforts to pound into her.

 

[Evendur]

Misaki was very different from her captor in regards to cleanliness. She kept a well stocked grooming kit at all times, and was good friends with soap. One could not smell or taste like the forest when they sauntered up to a noble at a party in a sexy red dress, attempting to pry him away from the party so they could garrotte him or slip a knife between his ribs. Oh how she wished she could be doing that right now, instead of the predicament she was in right now. Tears quickly started appearing and dampening the fur around her eyes from the pain of having her asshole forced open so wide by such a big asshole.

When he stopped, the ninja was a bit worried, as she didn't feel his knot yet, and she already felt so very full. "Guuh....fuck that thing is huge...." She groaned, trying to distract her mind from the pain that was radiating through her body from her backdoor as it gripped and flexed on his shaft. It was also smashing her prostate into submission, making the kitsune now constantly drip a thin stream of precum from her trapped penis. Then he told/reminded her that she would be in chastity for the rest of her life. His statements did give her a glimmer of hope, they made it sound like he was enjoying himself and may not kill her tonight. She winced as he started bulging her stomach some, and his balls got close enough to start tapping hers, sending both sets swinging beneath them as Draven claimed her body as his.

The kitsune trembled as he put his neck around her mouth to hold her in place better as they fucked. It was not the first time she'd had this happen, a kitsune boy or two had done it to her back home. But, this was much different. This was a massive werewolf who was probably meant to hold a neck twice as thick as hers. Also, if he actually bit her, there was a chance that she could catch lycanthropy as well, and that introduced a whole other set of body problems that Misaki didn't even want to think about right now. She was still trying to get over having eaten her prey's ass.

His teeth pressed against her skin but didn't puncture, at least not yet, and she sniffled some more in fear before those emotions were pushed aside as his powerful thrusting resumed, reshaping her body to take his massive lupine rod. It was mostly pain, with some pleasure mixed in, as rubbed everything at once. Feeling it would improve her survival, she tried to rock and grind back against him, which caused even more pleasure on her prostate, and a true moan escaped her lips as the good feelings overrode the bad for a moment, and a larger plop of precum splattered on the ground below.