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Seeking Jezelda (Evendur x Lord DreamCrusher)

He didn't notice her smile at his praise, too focused on the future and where he was going to find a suitable sacrifice. Shaking off the disdain for wasting these kills, Draven beckoned her onward as they set out once more towards the ruins of old Feldan. "Too many distractions, too many delays. Come. I can but hope we run into someone along the way since our search in town was fruitless." Realizing that his urgency and pace were certain to stand out as odd to her, Draven opted to give a half-hearted explanation in his own right. "A full moon will soon be upon us. While I am natural born, and thus not forced to transform along with the cycles, it still empowers my kind when the moon shines fully." Not really true but she probably didn't know any better. Yes the moon was tied to them innately but he was just as strong any day of the month.


Perception: [1d20+13]=2+13=15

Since I'm assuming that Misaki is using Bluff to hide her expressions I'm going to also assume that a roll of a 2 isn't going to be enough for him to see her smile.
 
"Ah, yes, that makes sense. I've heard your kind gets stronger when the moon is at it's peak." She replied with a nod as she continued to follow along with him. The rest of the day is uneventful, and the pair make camp for the knight. The kitsune gathers firewood to make a fire to cook more of that tiger over that they'd kept. Grimacing as her tongue and throat remembered having to choke down that massive feline package this morning.
 
Draven didn't have much in the way of free space to carry things, at least not bloody meat, but, between the two of them, they had managed to keep at least enough for the evening meal which was much nicer than having to resort to rations of dried food. A small campfire was easy to make and he got to work cooking it to a point that it remained juicy and pink inside but hopefully had removed any chance of upsetting their respective stomachs.

There was no 'bad parts' to divvy up to his omega this time so she'd actually get to eat something more properly resembling a meal once he'd finished up enough to sate himself and allowed her to partake of the rest. As she began to eat though Draven did go about removing his armor with the complex unlocking mechanism, prying the parts of the breastplate apart in seconds and setting it carefully aside so that he could relax unrestricted by the metal. Once more he looked around and considered that they'd likely be safe enough from any prying eyes out here so he finished the process of stripping down out of his remaining clothes in full view of Misaki before transforming into his hybrid state and sitting down, bulky and hunched over casually despite likely able to uproot any of the nearby trees with pure brute force alone.

Transformed as he was Draven's entire body was thicker and larger in all regards, especially his manhood as she knew well enough by now. With his legs parted he made sure to give her a clear opportunity to gaze upon his furry and hefty sack and the prominent sheath that concealed his bright-red canine manhood within. "The forests remind me of home. Wild, dangerous, untamed. Though perhaps not as cold. Hiding my true nature is tiring in the lands of the lesser races. You seem to understand this to an extent, even if you aren't lycan like me."
 
The smells that wafted over to Misaki from the cooking were both wonderful and torturous. As not only did she have to endure the entire cooking process of the meat getting all browned and delicious from the fire. She then had to sit on her hands and frustratedly wait for her turn. There was nothing gross to be eaten this time, just delicious, real meat for her to fill her belly with and sate her growing appetite. She took the food eagerly as Draven undressed and slipped into his furry birthday suit.

Misaki saw the way that he was stretching and walking around, showing off his large, manly body. She nodded quietly as she ate, and he talked about missing home. He also mentioned how he disliked hiding his true form from others, and how they shared that if nothing else. "Yes, I'd prefer if I could walk around without needing to hide myself too. It's more of a problem in Tian Xia than here, but I don't really want to take the chance. I've gotten used to it by now I guess." She replied with a sigh as she snapped her fingers and her fur and tails poofed out of her body, her transformation much less grisly than his.
 
She transformed to mirror him so to speak, though they were very different in methodologies and skills. A few thoughts played out in his mind at this point, he could dismiss her as not truly understanding his viewpoint or he could try to draw her under his control further by granting her a sense of camaraderie. Draven enjoyed tormenting her so a part of himself didn't deign to make her happy, though in time she might break down and accept his cruelties to the point that he had little left to torment her with, but there was a balancing act as well of trying to keep her in her place. Her fighting against the owlbears proved she had some potential beyond a cocksleeve for him or a torture doll, it would be a shame to lose a useful tool too early.

"Many people look at my kin like a curse, so I have learned after a few...unfortunate incidents. Unfortunate for them at least. I suppose being afflicted could be problematic, not being in control of the power and potential, but those born with it know how to bind it to their will." He made a fist in time with his words for added emphasis but, just as quickly, opened his clawed hand up again and continued. "Those with power will use it to their advantage, one way or another. Fear is a useful tool but, truly, they should be concerned about individuals like you and me. Predators among prey. You favor ambush and guile, I favor brute force and brutality. Shame you weren't born a werewolf, though there are ways to become one and control the power without losing yourself." It wasn't an offer he was making her, just stating a fact. He could infect her but he couldn't help her learn to control the transformations. Such gifts came with the wisdom of his elders, or from Jezelda herself for embracing the nature of a predator rather than running from it.
 
"I am fairly certain that the technical term for your condition is 'The Curse of Lycanthropy'." She reminded him cheekily as she listened to his explanation. "I'm kind of the Tian Xia version of a werewolf. And no offense to you, but I'm glad I'm not. I cant imagine how much bodily shaving I'd have to do in my line of work, given how hairy even your human form is. That kind of look is much more flattering to someone like you than it is to someone like me." Misaki replied with a nod as she finished her food, getting up and stretching, her shozuku having gotten unbound while she ate and she ended up as naked as Draven, well, save for one metallic accessory as the black as night cloth fell away accidentally. The kitsune blushed and hurriedly tried to cover up, not wanting her captor's lusts stirred again.
 
He waved off her attempt at correcting him. "That is what the lesser races call it but they are wrong. It is the gift of lycanthropy, specifically becoming a werewolf. The other forms are a curse, a blight, I'll grant you that." Jezelda, and those that followed her, hated everything that wasn't werewolf and specifically despised other forms of lycanthropy above all. Regardless he huffed a little at her mention of needing to shave if she were of his kind. "A few of the females have human bodies that are hairy like mine, though plenty retain the feminine quality of near-hairlessness."

His eyes snapped to the motion as her cloth wrapping fell away, worried for a moment that she was doing something she wasn't supposed to before he realized the truth. Her body was always pleasing to him, alluring and shapely beyond most others he'd seen, but his mind had already been somewhat lustful before the sight of the metal cage binding her cock served as a reminder of his power over her. "You should not be so concerned with nudity, at least not with me. Leave the wrappings off and come closer." He beckoned towards him as if to guide her into place between his parted thighs. He had enjoyed her ass back at the inn, even if she hadn't had as much fun being made to wet the bed during that, so he was intending to have her acquaint her mouth to his manhood in his transformed state. All the better for her to understand and appreciate what had been stuffed in her bowels on the night that he caged her and made her his bitch.
 
Misaki's ears lowered as he told her to stay naked, and to come over with him. Because of his increased size in his transformed state, there was no room next to him on the log, and he was indicating the area between his legs anyways. She came over and knelt before the massive male. With them both transformed, the smell of his musk between those thighs was more powerful to her kitsune nose. It was dense like a fog, the aroma pervading her senses, making her cough as she could both smell and taste his aromatic superiority. She turned around and got on all fours, offering her ass to him submissively, a heavy blush on her face as the powder blue pucker winked at him. She figured he wished to ravage her back door again, and didn't feel like putting up a fight after a long day of fighting and travel.
 
His lips curled back and bared his teeth in a wicked smile as she dutifully approached him with ears flat and tail low between her legs, obeying his commands but afraid of him and what he planned to do to her body. As she proceeded to turn around and present her ass to him he openly chuckled, reaching out to squeeze the soft flesh of her cheeks between his palms so that he could take an even better look at her blue asshole just above the now-furry sack that dangled downward between her thighs. "You are learning quickly to obey me like a good omega. It's tempting to fuck you properly tonight...but it's not what I'm seeking at the moment. You need to earn the orgasms I can give you, all locked up within your cage and unable to otherwise find release."

Draven squeezed her rear again before pulling his hands away and tugging upon her legs to indicate that she should turn around to face him. The mere sight of her submissively presenting for him had already caused the tip of his penis to push outward from his sheath and the first couple of inches of his red, tapered tip were exposed for her to witness when she did gaze upon him again. He considered for a moment how he wanted her to begin, obviously he wanted to use her mouth but he did plan on taking a more active role once things started to become more heated. For the foreplay though, the act of getting himself ready, he decided it might be more fun to really re-affirm how low her position was compared to him.

The werewolf lord shifted himself off of the fallen log and sat on the ground instead, shifting his position so that he was leaning back and presenting not only his cock and balls to her but also his own puckered pink hole. "You'll start licking down there." Leaving no illusions as to where he was referring as his tail splayed out along the ground towards her because of his resting position. "Tonight I'm going to use that muzzle of yours. Tonight you'll learn well what I taste like." She already knew to some extent but this would put to rest the last elements she had been missing thus far, namely the fact that he would force her to eat his ass and the fact that he planned to pump his seed down her throat soon enough.
 
His compliments about her improved behaviour hurt more than the rough fuckings she'd received so far. The fact that she was slowly losing her will to fight the losing battle stung, as she held her three tails up out of the way, so that he could see her soft, defenseless asshole as she silently begged him to violate that again instead of whatever else he had planned for her tonight. Draven referencing the cage that she'd been given to trap him with, was now her own prison, was insult to the emotional injury she was already taking. His palms kneading her round rear made it seem like he was changing his mind, until he let her go, and forced her to turn around to face him. She grimaced when she saw his canine member poking out of his sheath.

Just when she thought she couldn't be any more crestfallen, he bared his furred, pink pucker to her again, and told the ninja that her wished to have her imprint the taste of his ass on her tongue until he was ready to fuck her mouth. Another act that she was so very eager to experience. "Yes Alpha..." She replied, ears lowered and back still as she crawled in between his legs, beneath his large shaft. His large balls rested on her head as she got in there, closing her eyes as she began to lap at his musky, strongly flavored hole.
 
Draven hummed softly as her warm, wet tongue began to roll against his tight puckered hole. The act itself was inherently demeaning for her of course, to be stimulating the male's ass, and he could see the shame easily even past the way his balls covered much of her face from his angle. Ears lowered along with her tails, Misaki was listening dutifully and without struggle but that certainly didn't mean she liked what he commanded her to do. Regardless, his cock slowly continued to extend outward from his sheath as she worked but the licking around the exterior just simply wasn't enough to bring him to a full erection no matter how pleased he otherwise was about it.

"That's a good bitch...don't be shy, get that tongue in there nice and deep." He couldn't really grab her head easily in this position so he relied on his words to goad her along towards doing his bidding. After all, if she did try to resist he could just tap into the magic of her chastity cage and force her along. A fact that she certainly understood after a few uses thus far. He preferred to have her act of her own will rather than cowing her through the magic, hence why he hadn't abused it too much since. "You must hate how you are all locked up in metal, unable to get hard and unable to jerk yourself off...or fuck another. It also must be aggravating to think about the times that I've fucked you, that I've put you to work pleasing me just like this. Or the fact that I went and fucked the elf girl while you could only sit and stew, pawing worthlessly at what binds you."

The mental torture was fun for him but he had another point he wanted to guide her mind towards, something that he had no clue if it was true or not but something that he wished to be so and thus wanted to introduce to her consciousness. "You can blame the magical compulsions, the shocks upon your groin, but here you are...eating out my ass just after so eagerly presenting your rear to me in the hopes that I'd fuck you. Regardless of what dangles between your thighs you really are a female, an omega, a bitch that needs to be controlled and dominated. I think you are slowly starting to realize that truth and it scares you more than my fangs or claws..."
 
The kitsune's soft, slippery tongue was forced against the much larger male's pucker, rhe dextrous appendage licking into every wrinkle in that fleshy ring. A pleasant thought occurred to the shemale, of an alternate sequence of events where she had captured Draven as intended, and the big guy was trapped in the cage. And how he would be forced to lay on his back while she ravaged his hole. It likely wouldn't hurt him much given the size difference between them, but the wounds to his pride would have been severe. Her dick started to drip a little precum as her imagination continued.

Misaki whimpered softly as she was instructed to really dig around and force her tongue inside. She managed to slip her tongue through that muscled ring, now tasting his anus even more richly, as he continued to degrade and berate his captured kunoichi. It was quite aggravating and demeaning, and if she coukd have, she'd have slit his throat already. She continued to make noises of effort while he talked, unable to really hold a conversation with her tongue inside his sphincter.
 
He obviously didn't expect any answers from his omega but his words introduced the thoughts he wished to eventually make come true. Her will wouldn't hold out forever but he could enjoy the game along the way, the slow slope as she slid towards accepting her place and even enjoying it. Speaking of enjoyment, as her tongue pushed past his outer ring and began to slither around his insides like a wet snake Draven's groans of pleasure increased. The bright red shaft started to stiffen even further from her efforts as the sensitive inner walls of his rear were explored by an otherwise unwilling partner. After a minute or two his arousal had grown enough that his shaft completely extended from his sheath and the bulbous knot began to swell and inflate as clear, sticky precum drooling from his tapered tip and hung down in defiance of gravity for the time being.

This foreplay went on for a little while, surely much longer than Misaki would have wanted, but the werewolf did desire greater things than just some gentle stimulation. As pleasing as it was to remind her of her place his lusts demanded more in order to be slaked and, while her mouth would get much use tonight, her tongue could be given a rest in short order. "That's good enough for now omega. Shift back, on your knees. It's one thing to know how to give pleasure to your alpha, it's another thing to know how to endure my rough fuckings. Your ass can survive but it hardly goes without pain. I'll have to train you and your mouth, your throat, needs the same."

As she pulled back eagerly from his ass, musky scent could only do so much to entice her away from the harshness of her reality, Draven rose to stand and tower over her while his canine cock and fuzzy black balls were brought into position to line up with her muzzle. Surely she had some experience sucking cock but few could claim they were prepared to handle a face-fucking from a werewolf. His throbbing cock brushed against her snout but he held back from just sticking it in, he had another demeaning desire in mind as he smiled with bared fangs. "I don't think you are appreciative enough of what I've done for you. I'm going to fuck your mouth to my hearts' content but there's something I want to hear you say first...before you lose your voice. I want you to thank me."

He paused to let that settle in her mind before clarifying. "I could have killed you and yet I gave you another chance at life. I spared your miserable life and have taken you under my protection and care, all for nothing but your servitude. A generous deal...and one you should be grateful for. So thank me, here and now, for sparing your life and taking you as my omega. Thank me for the opportunity to serve a real alpha and..." Again he paused as the satisfaction of his cruelty pleased him to no end. "...thank me for locking your little dick inside that cage where it belongs." All the while he continued to rub his dick up and down the sides of her muzzle, avoiding the interior but ensuring that she felt him against her, that she inhaled his scent strongly, and that her eyes noted the movement as his veiny and thick length proved that it was going to fill her mouth to its limits even with the elongation of her Kitsune form.
 
The humiliated ninja felt her tongue slip inside with a wet pop as she slipped it out briefly before it was pressed back inside his pucker. She could hear the noises he made, and it was clear that he was enjoying both her attentions, and his treatment of her quite a bit. Then she started to feel the warm, thin precum pooling in the fur of her lower back, telling her just how much the werewolf was pleased with her work. His cock had to be fully extended and out of its sheath again for her to be feeling that steady drip on her back. Eventually she was given a reprieve, and was told to get out from under him and onto her knees. She complied, crawling out from under his large sac, before she got in the requested position. Misaki was unable to hide the displeased look on her face as she was told that he planned to train her throat to endure his true lycanthrope cock, instead of the false human one that he'd stuffed in there so far.

As he stood, she flinched and prepared herself for the worst, but, he stopped, and told her that he wished her to thank him. Before the caged shemale could angrily respond, he clarified how he could have ended her, but instead chose to spare her, taking her under his wing and protection. And all he required in return was her servitude, physical, mental, and sexual servitude. All the while smearing his musk and dick flesh against her face as he taunted her with the victories he held over the smaller shapeshifter.

She struggled with the words, there were so many things other than what he requested that she wanted to say, that she wanted to call him. But, as she swallowed to clear her throat, her mouth was awash in the taste of his ass again. Misaki was reminded of what she had just willingly done a few minutes ago, and how she had presented her ass to him. She hadn't fought him on it, she just submitted for fear of the pain her defiance would earn her. Draven was winning.

"Thank you Alpha, for letting a failure like me live, and still be of some use. Thank you for locking my small cock away so that I can learn to focus on being a better Omega, and learn to properly serve a real Alpha." She said, trembling below him as she got the words out. She didn't want to say them, but at the core of what he was saying, there was truth. She was only alive because Draven liked how it felt when his cock raped her, and that she could watch his back in combat. Unlike the elven cleric who was likely growing a werewolf baby inside her right now, who was simply eager breeding stock. Misaki performed her next act of submission willingly as well, opening her mouth wide for Draven and holding it there, ready to accept the destruction of her throat.
 
Draven watched as the expression on her face shifted, as she struggled with her thoughts and flew through many different stages in trying to decide what to say and do in the face of his command. The hesitance and difficulty was delicious to him and he was ready to punish her when she stepped out of line. However, she surprised him by obeying instead and telling him everything he wanted to hear. Beyond that, Misaki opened her mouth almost eagerly in wait for him to do as he pleased. The display made his cock throb with desire and he chuckled softly to express his satisfaction. "Such a good omega you are becoming, such a good girl." The meaning there doubling for the fact that he intended to treat her as a female by disregarding her member and of course the fact that he spoke down to her like a common person would to their pet.

His yellow eyes traced the edges of her body and saw how she trembled. He couldn't be certain if it was fear for his vengeance or simply the shame of saying what she did, but he knew she was crumbling internally at this stage. For now he'd done enough damage with that command and he wasted no time reaching down to grip his large hands upon the sides of her skull as he shifted his hips and guided the tapered tip of his canine member into the opened maw before him. In one fell swoop he pushed his cock inside, the tip rubbing along the upper part of her mouth until enough of his shaft was inside to shift the angle more towards level. The werewolf didn't stop until he felt his tip pressing at the back of her throat, teasing the intention to push even further inside, and only perhaps half of his massive manhood was even enveloped by her muzzle at this point; the bulbous knot still looming inches away from her nose.

"Take a deep breath and hold it.... you are going to need it." He tilted her head upwards forcefully so that he had a cleaner path to her throat and waited for her to inhale. With no intention of being gentle this evening, Draven still desired to keep her alive and conscious through this endeavor. He also hoped to keep her from throwing up but he certainly didn't care how much she'd cough or gag around him. Once she breathed deep and held the air in her lungs, Draven thrust his hips forward and plowed his dick into her throat as far as he could possibly manage to stuff it.

In this case his knot was a good thing for Misaki because, as it pressed firmly against her lips and nose, it also prevented him from shoving it into her mouth for the time being. That said, there was always the danger that her muscles would weaken as time went on and who was to say whether or not he could force it in before the night was over? For now though he was content to simply bury himself inside her and wait, staring down into her eyes and watching the struggle as she tried to handle his impressive girth while also holding her breath. A few rumbling groans of pleasure escaped from his throat as he savored the warm wetness of her mouth, but he wouldn't pull out enough to clear her airway until he saw her eyes start to flutter and roll from the exertion. He'd pushed her mind with what he forced her to speak, now he wanted to push the limits of her body.
 
His amusement and degradation of her as he complimented her on her submission, as well as treating her like one would a family pet. Death would hurt a lot more though, and the kitsune had to endure these slings and arrows for now, until she could get back at him and run him through. Her unexpected submission seemed to be pleasing to him though, so, that was a point in her favour. She just had to walk the fine line between pretending to submit, and actually submitting, since, if she broke and went past that point, she knew that she wouldn't be able to return.

Draven's musk tickled her senses as he took her in, enveloped in the cloud of scent that his large, powerful body produced, especially with the wet patch of fur on her back soaked in the undiluted liquid from when she ate out his ass and her leaked all over her like the messy dog that he was. He eyes opened as he grabbed her head, and gave her that full taste of him that he had promised to imprint upon her body tonight. The meaty bone slid into her open maw, stretching her lips around its girth as he force it until the bend in her throat, and just teased it there for a little bit, sliding back and forth a little on her tongue to let her savour him even more.

Misaki's chest swelled as she sucked in as much air as she could, before the werewolf forced her head to bend up to put her mouth in a straight line with her throat, so that he could force the rest of himself into her, at least up to the knot. Her mouth and throat made wet, lewd noises as he worked himself deeper and deeper inside her body. The knot was stuck outside her body, but she felt that if she opened her mouth even a millimeter wider, that wolven bastard would jam his knot in there too. After several minutes, the ninja started to have her eyes flutter as she was starting to pass out. She'd been trained to be able to hold her breath for a while, but, everyone has their breaking point.
 
Draven did his best to push her to her limits but it was never an exact science. As he kept his pulsing shaft buried in her mouth and throat, he stared down and watched as finally her breath was beginning to wane. Still he held her in place, watching her eyes flutter and the natural hint of panic begin to set in. Then, when she seemed to be right upon the cusp, he pulled back and out of her throat so she could breathe once more and refill her empty lungs. Of course, he kept his cock within her muzzle yet as he was far from finished with her.

"You can hold your breath well. A talent I'll be sure to make good use of." His voice was cold and callous, completely uncaring of the discomfort he'd subjected her to which came as no surprise considering the repeated times he'd made a point to enjoy her suffering. Nevertheless his patience had run thin and he didn't give her more than a few moments before he was already thrusting himself in and out of her mouth, pushing deep enough that his tip would threaten her airway but not quite block it if he could help it. She needed to recover but that didn't mean he was going to wait without enjoying himself in the meantime.

With each thrust he could feel his precum drooling out from his tip and smearing against the flat of her tongue, ensuring that the salty taste would join with the remnants of his ass from earlier and of course the musky taste of his shaft itself. The furry pair of balls swayed back and forth with the motion but they yet remained well away from her face, only perhaps just registering the movement in the corners of Misaki's vision. "Mmm, your mouth is as pleasant as your ass. A good thing for your sake, though you have a long way to go in regards to your attitude. Don't think I won't kill you if you become too much trouble. Prove you are worth my time and effort, remember that you should be concerned about pleasing me."

After maybe a minute of gentle strokes within her muzzle the werewolf pushed things further again, this time not only in ramping up the speed of his thrusts but once more pushing his shaft into her throat proper until his knot pressed into her nostrils before pulling back. The angle of her head wasn't quite perfect in this position, even with him forcing her to tilt upward, but it was suitable enough for what he had in mind. His speed quickly grew even faster, slamming his massive cock deep into her mouth with all the force and ferocity that befit an alpha breeding a mate, and those hefty balls started rhythmically slapping against her throat all the while. Draven's grunts and groans of pleasure almost seemed to reverberate through the air around them and he truly was fucking her face like it was a pussy...or an asshole in her case.
 
Misaki's vision started to twitch and fade as her air supply became smaller and smaller, suffocating on that fat werewolf cock. She could feel him throb needily inside of her body, at least until she started losing consciousness. It was at that point that he decided to grace her with more breath, and she sucked down his musk tainted air eagerly, filling her lungs while swallowing and sucking on she shaft as she did her best to breathe while it still occupied her mouth. He seemed pleased with how long her training allowed her to hold her breath, which was a relief to hear. It was another thing that made her more valuable to him. So far, she was the only woman she knew of that had been fucked by Draven's werewolf form without any permanent damage.

He couldn't even let her rest and recover without pleasuring himself though, thrusting the front half of his cock in and out of her mouth, her drool and his precum leaking out and down her front as he slid against her tongue. Draven complimented her oral skills as well, or at least, her skill at surviving oral sex with him, though, her reprieve was very short lived. The large, furred male did not want to be denied tonight. He started to take her in a most bestial manner. His member forced down her throat at an accelerated rate, and wet, lewd noises could quickly be heard, along with the slap of his heavy balls against her stuffed throat. His knot seemed to be threatening to break her nose with how aggressively the two kept meeting, and she did her best to suck and lick his cock, though it was likely unnoticed with how in control he was of the process.
 
His mind might not have registered her attempts to stimulate him but his body surely did as the moments turned to minutes of this rough fucking. Draven was relentless and seemingly possessed with endless stamina as he changed his pace, slowing down and speeding up to keep things interesting, but never flagging from fatigue where the common man would falter. Focusing on his pleasure, the werewolf did not have much else to say as this continued but it was likely that Misaki had to worry too much about pacing her shallow breaths in between his thrusts to care about anything else.

Time seemed to stretch on as he used her to his contentment, cock stretching out her throat and bulging the soft tissue around the hardened shaft. Her drooling made the two of them a mess, not to mention a small puddle between his feet and before her knees, but the way that his tip continued to drool precum at such a steady rate was impressive to say the least; working to wash away most any other flavor on her tongue other than his virile seed. Eventually though all things must end and, after what had to be nearing half an hour at the least, his groans flowed into a few simple words that she no doubt wanted to hear. "Mmmph...I'm getting close. Open...ughh...wide and get ready, bitch." He'd been content to ram his knot against her until this point but for the finale? Well, it was obvious what he intended and he somewhat doubted she'd have the strength to keep her jaws shut to deny him at this point.

Steady thrusts began to grow erratic and jerky as his leg muscles started to tighten in time with his impending orgasm. The speed slowed notably but the force behind his thrusts only increased with his desperation as he battered into and against her, doing his best to shove all of his cock into her muzzle that he physically could. Whether it was from her submission, or his brutality, he felt the knot push past her nose and lips and into her mouth proper. It could barely fit, and it brushed against her teeth notably, but even his cock was inured to harm to the point that he only felt pressure in these moments; physical and mental pleasure that pushed him over the peak as he growled his satisfaction deeply.

"Fuck! Mmm...drink it! Choke it down!" His massive member shuddered as it pumped the first thick glob of hot spunk down her throat, aimed directly towards her stomach. If there was a silver lining it was the fact that her tongue didn't have to taste his seed at this point, though she'd already gotten enough of his pre to stain her tastebuds for a long time regardless. Just as quickly as the first spurt flowed from his cock did the second, and the third, and so on...each mighty flex of his shaft spraying his seed into her with such pressure that the thick fluids themselves strained the limits of her esophagus, all while his balls clenched against her throat and the cock-shaped bulge that was permanently displayed from within. Draven took things a tough father by stepping forward slightly and tilting her head back even further, making the kitsune all but stare straight up at the towering male draining the contents of his sack into her mouth, but at least it helped the sticky fluid flow down a bit easier.
 
Misaki did not have anything important to add to the discussion at that point, as Draven began to use her. He was not gentle, though, he wasn't vicious either. The best way to describe it would be relentless. His hips pistoned his member in and out of her so many times that she lost count after a couple minutes. He would go fast and slow, alternating things to draw her suffering and his pleasure out as long as possible. She was focused on just keeping air in her lungs so she didn't suffocate on a werewolf's penis. Her mouth and tastebuds were awash in the taste of his precum, and her nose was imprinted with the smell of his musk. Her own cock contributed a small amount to the mess on the ground, but, no one would have been able to tell otherwise. Thankfully, he told her that he was finally getting ready to orgasm, after untold minutes of throat stretching and abuse. She was amazed that she hadn't puked dinner up on him by this point.

As his knot smacked against her muzzle needily, it occurred to the ninja that her Alpha intended to knot her face. She was unable to pull away and escape his grasp, yelping in a little pain as the large ball of sensitive flesh was locked in behind her teeth, sealing the full, massive size of the werewolf in her mouth and throat. The kitsune could feel thick warmth deep inside her own body, as the werewolf started to drain his balls directly into her guts. Luckily, Miskai had managed to take a deep breath again and hold it, as her stomach swelled with his seed, the liquid having nowhere to go. She made submissive sucking noises as she tried to deal with the massive intruder in her digestive tract, while Draven stepped over her, to make her have to look up, and to make sure he was as deep as he could get.
 
His gaze was filled with dominant pleasure as he pumped his load down her throat and stared into her eyes. The moments passed in a haze for the satisfied lycan and he could not hope to count them, nor did he care to. Eventually the spurts of hot cum began to slow and the flexing of his shaft came with larger gaps in between as things wound down. With his meaty length still twitching and spraying a few smaller ropes of seed, Draven began to pull himself free from her mouth. The way that Misaki's teeth surrounded his knot made the process difficult and, in other circumstances, might have made them consider it wedged tightly with no hope but to wait for the swelling to subside. In this case though, uncaring about her teeth in the slightest, Draven used a quick application of brute force to pull himself free in a manner that no doubt stretched his omega's jaw to the limit but was over before she'd know it.

With his cock free from the embrace of her throat, Draven proceeded to point it towards her snout so that the last few jets of milky white would splash down upon her face and head. The sticky fluids clung to even her shorter fur as he rode out the last remnants of his orgasm and rested his spent shaft on top of her muzzle for the last drooling drops to roll onto her brow. At this, the werewolf looked lower to see her cock straining within the cage and slick with her own precum. "Mmm...I see you enjoyed this too."
 
Misaki was pumped rather full between dinner and all that thick werewolf spunk, her furred belly bulging some from all of Draven's cum that had been unceremoniously pumped down her throat. She took lost track of how long he was making her struggle for breath as the size of his member obviated the need for her to swallow. "Mmmmh!" The ninja started to protest fearfully as he started tugging on her mouth, afraid that the very thick skinned werewolf was about to yank her teeth out of her skull as he tried to remove his still swollen knot from her face. She got louder as he wordlessly gripped her face, and then pushed her off his cock. Things scraped, but nothing broke or chipped thankfully, as Draven added further insult, and splattered the last of his orgasm across her face.

She glared at him from under his stupidly large cock, and massaged her sore throat, as he said that she enjoyed it too. "I can't help it, I'm a woman. Male pheramones will always make me a bit aroused." Misaki said in an annoyed tone.
 
He chuckled at her response, particularly because of her own choice of words. "Exactly, you are a female." Continually hammering home his decision to prevent her use of her cock regardless of her personally fantasies of turning the tables upon him. "Give it time...eventually you'll be craving my scent. Maybe one day you'll be able to cum just from sucking me off but, for now, I'm going to let you sit and stew in your arousal. I'll let you cum once you beg me to fuck your ass of your own accord. Until then, I'll make due with your mouth when I'm feeling needy."

After a few moments Draven pulled himself away, his shaft starting to soften and it dragged against her snout only to fall from the tip of her nose. He took a seat once more and left her to her own devices, though he was as content as always to stay comfortably nude with legs spread enough that she'd have a clear look whenever her eyes glanced his way. For now he was sated and happy to leave her otherwise alone until it was time to sleep. Indeed his current goal with her training was to keep building her lust again and again without providing opportunities for her to relieve it. Eventually she'd break down and beg for him to give her release, for him to fuck her ass again so she could cum, and he was curious to see how long that would end up taking. Misaki was stubborn after all, though she'd already grown far more compliant in a relatively short time.
 
Misaki looked at the werewolf distastefully as he talked about her craving his scent, and being able to orgasm from just sucking his large, meaty cock. Those were not outcomes she wished to have happen to herself. "That sounds really weird, please don't add weird qualities to my body, I have enough already." She replied with a grimace as he said that he wouldn't fuck her right now, as, while she had offered her his ass earlier this evening, that was because he prompted her. Draven likely wanted her to grind against him and beg for release completely of her own volition.

Given that she was still horny, she left a thin trail of precum as she put her gloves back on and began practicing her shuriken throwing to try and take her mind off the stupid werewolf with the stupid, arousing musk, and the stupidly large cock that had ravaged her many times in both forms. She would do this until bedtime, taking a piss against her target tree, before moving to the bedroll, needing to change to human since her tails were a bit too much.
 
Draven game a quick laugh at her pleading words, as if he held the supernatural powers to reshape her in such a manner. No, what he spoke of would be mental rather than physical if it happened at all. "I don't plan on changing your body, just your mind." He left it at that while she slinked away to perform some target practice. He shifted back shortly thereafter, wanting to conserve his energy and of course to play things safe in regards to being spotted. It was unlikely they'd encounter anyone out this way but one never knew and caution was far better than recklessness.

The evening wound on until it was time to tuck in as usual, slipping into his magical bedroll and holding Misaki's body tight against his own to ensure she didn't slip away in the night to flee or try to kill him. He was getting used to having a warm body to curl up with every night, especially once that was so deliciously soft and curvy in all the right places. Draven was still bothered by the approaching deadline to find a suitable sacrifice for his goddess but there was little he could do but continue on his present course and hope. Eventually he slipped away into slumber until he was awoken by the first rays of morning light.

Feeling a pressure in his bladder as per usual, the werewolf fought against the urge for a few minutes while he savored the sensation of Misaki's body against his own. When the need finally grew too much he pulled himself out from the warm comfort of the bedroll and out into the cool morning air, making his way over to the tree that she'd claimed last night and reliving himself upon it to wash away her scent with his own, more powerful, mark. Even the little things like this satisfied him and he'd give her a break from any morning torment simply due to his desire to press onward. If she wasn't already awake by this point he'd step over and shake her to get her moving, though he figured she slept as light as he did and was probably stirred from the simple motion of his getting up in the first place. "Get up, we need to get moving. Just like before we'll eat from our rations on the trail instead of hunting."
 
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