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Slaves of the Beastfolk (PsionicCuttlefish & Feral.Desires)

Jatter appeared to remain lost in thought, staring up at the ceiling with a distant look in his eyes, even when Elena expressed her sympathy. Although, when she leaned down to gently kiss his muzzle, he slowly blinked and his mouth twitched slightly...and, a moment later, Elena could feel the sensation of a single furry fingertip touch her spine near the top of her back, then it made a very slow and delicate stroking motion downward along her spine, which repeated again and again as he reciprocated with an affectionate gesture of his own. Jatter did not know of the tumultuous thoughts filling Elena's mind at the moment, but he did not really need to.

After a bit of time, he felt her slowly lift up and pull off of his softened manhood, to then lay on her side at his side, at which point his eyes finally lost that distant gaze and he shifted his own body and arms slightly to accommodate Elena's choice of positioning. He turned his head to look at her as she began to speak to him, without looking at him. "Hm? Oh, yes. We actually do not usually go after females of 'high-class' humans on account of the usual higher risk, but on the other hand, we want all the diversity we can get, and, well..." The fox beastfolk then shrugged slightly. "...You and the others happened to be a very good and easy opportunity at the time while we were scouting." He then listened to her quietly as she spoke of what her life was like, how it was all out of her control...'the more things change, the more they stay the same' indeed. He continued to listen quietly and attentively as she confessed her own misdeeds (which to him were quite inconsequential, and it almost sounded like she was blaming herself for being in the situation of being a breeding slave to his people, an idea that bemused him, though he gave no outward indication), and echoed the same idea that while her current environment was very different from what she was used to...her actual situation wasn't that different, when you got down to it. His face remained mostly neutral at Elena's humorless laugh, though she could feel his fingertip beginning to stroke her spine again.

But then Elena looked away again and whispered what she hoped for in the future. At this, Jatter allowed his face to take on a very intrigued expression. Not only had she just demonstrated her acceptance of her situation--a lot faster than Jatter had expected--but the specific desire was fascinating. After a moment, he gave a small smile. "Well, it is very unlikely, but..." He then leaned his head back again to look upwards, this time keeping the small smile on his muzzle. "...it is good to have hope." And he meant it. He himself still hoped that the Wise Women, what few of them were left, would eventually find a solution to the problem of nearly all-boy births from human females. He didn't like having to rely on this kind of raiding just to keep his own species going, though as he had said, he wasn't that sorry about it and would do it for as long as necessary...but not one day more, should unnecessity ever come. He was also thinking about Elena's progress. Not half an hour ago, she was absolutely refusing the idea of being bred and declaring her intention to fight against it. Now she seemed to have completely reversed her position, as she herself was speaking of it in terms like it was going to happen. Jatter didn't think it would be long now for Elena to be 'promoted' from freshly-caught to official breeder.

Jatter's hand stopped stroking Elena's back after a little bit and then settled on her shoulder in a somewhat comforting manner. If Elena decided to cuddle into him, he would lean into her a bit as well. Either way, Jatter remained lying on his back with Elena at his side for a fair amount of time. But, eventually, he spoke up again. "Not that it isn't nice to just...lie down in the arms of another..." He said slowly, and with a small smile. "...But I do have to get up. Got work to do. Lot more organization goes into running a place like this than you might think."
 
His continued gentle touches were an added bonus to her current situation. Obviously she was still not thrilled about the idea, however, he had provided her with insight, an explanation and for that she appreciated him. It gave her the understanding she needed to view her and their predicament from both sides. She was indeed truly sorry that they had to resort to such extreme measures. And while it was certainly not ideal to have become wrapped up in it, in a way, she was doing them an essential service for survival. Sure, they could have tied every woman up and simply impregnated them repeatedly, but instead they gave them a temporary lifestyle. And to some of the girls, it was much better than they had known previously. One that, while incredibly unorthodox, was meant to be enjoyed one way or another.

The silence they shared allowed Elena to contemplate everything he had divulged to her. Rather, it was a lot to take in. How ignorant she must have seemed before... His voice startled her and both brows raised as she slowly realized how long they'd been with another, simply resting. Quietly she nodded. "Right..." The mattress shifted with her weight as she moved from him. Her cotton gown had been left alone upon his floor and she gazed at it a moment from the side of the bed.

"I know that you told me this sooner than what you'd normally do... but, thank you." She didn't look at him as she spoke. In fact, it was nice being able to do so candidly after having been mostly silent since her arrival. "Despite our positions, a little trust and respect goes a long way." Elena's toes touched the cool wooden floor as she slid off the bed and moved to pick up her cloth garment.

She was not a cruel person. At least, she never meant to be. The consideration made to being a willing participant in helping the Ajali had increased substantially. With the gown still in her hands she turned to him a slightly concerned look to her pretty face.

"If I can make a request..." she began, knowing their time together was pretty much up. "I'll go back to work, sewing, cleaning... I just... I don't want the girls, or anyone to bring up what happened." Her cheeks darkened and she shied her gaze a bit. Those moments with the badger had caused her an exorbitant amount of stress and she didn't want to dwell on it if she could help it. "And... if another is to come for me, can... can it wait until tomorrow morning?" Clearly she wasn't yet ready for multiple males in one day, though she knew she was still limited to only the men that had been with them at the start. Regardless, it didn't feel as though it should have been that difficult to fathom that she'd need just a smidge longer before she was thrown to the wolves. And felines. And bears. "Please... Master?" Elena added that bit to show her willingness to once more fall into the regiment she was supposed to follow. Her vibrant green eyes sought his pleadingly and the way she stood, so still, almost made it appear as though she was holding her breath for his response.
 
Once Elena shifted off of him, Jatter slowly became animated again, grunting as he took a moment to stretch his arms and back out without getting up just yet. He then heard Elena's voice speak up, and he turned his head to look at her back as she sat nude on the edge of the bed and spoke. When she finished, he blinked and shrugged. "You are welcome, I suppose. One of our priorities is making sure we get the girls docile and acclimated to the situation, makes a lot of other things easier. You aren't like most girls though, so a slight change in the usual process was what you needed. A little trust and respect indeed..." Jatter replied, ending in a thoughtful musing tone. The bed shifted again as Elena slipped off it and retrieved her gown, and Jatter finally sat himself upright on the edge of the bed as well, as he fiddled with re-doing his pants on himself.

He glanced upward right away when Elena spoke again, facing him and holding her down in her arms in front of her. He blinked slowly and nodded. "You may make requests, yes." He listened with an intent gaze as Elena spoke, in a slightly more timid tone, as if fearing the possible response, particularly as she ended with an obviously deliberate imploring 'Master' as she stood frozen anxiously. Jatter nodded swiftly again. "Certainly. These are reasonable requests. It shall be done." He said as he stood up, stretched his legs a bit, and moved over to his desk to look at and shuffle around some of the papers on it. "As you might have guessed by now, some of the rules in this camp-town...aren't actually there to control you, but to protect you from us." Jatter's face curled into mild distracted disgust as he wrote a few things down. "It's the thing I hate most about working with undisciplined civilian males...but, they need mates and offspring, too." He said casually, offhand...but didn't the word 'civilian' suggest something about himself...

After a moment, he got back up from his desk and walked around it towards the door of his home. He took a moment to unlock it, then opened it to step outside with Elena, then closed and re-locked it behind them. Another beastfolk walked by, whom Jatter stopped for a moment. "Let the rest of the catch-group know, this one's off-limits again until tomorrow." Jatter instructed the man as he tilted his head in Elena's direction, who nodded and scurried off again. Jatter put his hands on his hips and took a breath as he looked side to side over the village. "Well, all things considered..." He said as he continued observing the activity around the camp. "...What work would you prefer yourself, for the remaining hours until shifts end for the night?"
 
Elena had decided on finishing her evening with the other girls and sewing. She sat alone on a bench, surrounded by fabric. Mama Cathy was not present this evening. The other girls had mentioned she was out doing her rounds with the rest of stations. As heavily pregnant as the woman was, Elena was impressed she got around as well as she did. This thought among others swam quietly in her head while she worked. And just like it was promised, no one mentioned a word to her.

Having confidence worked with Jatter. It wasn't something she assumed they'd seen a lot of. Far beyond that of even Mama Cathy. The realization hit her harder than Jatter did Jed the night before. She had wanted to protect her friends but was unable to. Cathy kept an eye out on all of the girls currently within this makeshift community. Elena didn't want to just be an example of a perfect girl here, she could aspire to be stronger for herself and the others. Behaving or being obedient wasn't a weakness - it was what one made of it. Catherine knew that and now, so did Elena.

At supper a beastfolk retrieved her. She figured perhaps Jatter was busy… There was a slight feeling of disappointment. None the less, she went through the proper motions without issue. Eating her meal, the first since the day before. It was a simple roasted meat and vegetables over wild rice. She even managed to finish with only getting a minimal amount on her chin. With the sun having set behind the trees and the torches and braziers lit, it meant the days work was complete. The girls would return to their rooms or be scooped away with any one male… maybe more.

Elena was returned to the same bed from the night before. The girl who had been heavily pregnant was notably absent. The others welcomed her back. Each one taking their turn to wash and clean up, bring fresh water, linens and soap for others. One of the girls, Polina, combed and braided Elena's wild mane as they chatted quietly and wound down from the days activities. But Elena's mind continued to wander. Occasionally to thoughts of the male fox whose body kept her pinned earlier that afternoon. Who she rode with reckless abandon until she orgasmed, writhing on top of him.

Beneath her sheets she hid, flushed in the face as they were told 'lights out'. There was something about their leader that made Elena's heart skip a beat suddenly. Perhaps it was because he bothered to be truthful with her. He had given her an explanation she needed to understand. He made her feel… something more. As if she wasn't just being used. And by god, Elena found herself physically attracted to the rogueish looks of his muscular, rust-fur covered body. The girl hoped to find herself in his company again. He said he didn't take girls often, a year before today. Perhaps she was his exception…

She covered the grin on her soft lips as if someone might see. Fact of the matter was she did not know who from the group would retrieve her come dawn. She knew however that she was going to attempt to approach it with a whole new outlook. And she hoped she was truly ready to do so.
 
Catherine was making her usual rounds through the village, moving easily and casually despite her ready-to-pop belly. She gave her own swollen tummy a rub every time she felt her latest litter of little ones kick up a fuss inside her while she walked. Unlike nearly all the other slaves in the camp, she felt entirely comfortable being pregnant, everything about it felt familiar and reassuring to her. She had already been a mother several times over before she had been abducted and enslaved by the beastfolk, and was one of the oldest women they had yet captured. Every time she went through the process of bearing more young, it got both easier and somehow more fulfilling, especially now that she was on her seventh pregnancy since becoming one of the breeding slaves, having voluntarily stayed with the beastfolk far beyond the point when they would have normally released her. She almost felt more like 'herself' when she was pregnant than when she wasn't. That was what made her 'Mama Cathy'. With her experience and ease of taking on a motherly authoritative attitude, she helped keep the other girls compliant and in line with the situation, in exchange for securing better treatment for them but also for having many more privileges and comforts afforded to her than any other slave. She actually had a say in how things were run, and was almost the 'second leader' of the village next to Jatter, and worked with him quite closely in managing the female breeding-slaves side of the village.

All of this was why, when Jatter felt like breeding again, she was going to be the one to have the honor of bearing that lovely fox's children. She didn't know when exactly that would be, but she was determined, confident that she was the most worthy woman of him, the only woman worthy of him. It was obvious, self-evident, no doubt about it--she was the only right choice. She greatly looked forward to being the mother of the great Ajali leader's young, but she was a patient women. She would wait however long Jatter needed to see that it was time for him procreate again, and use her to do it.

But as she was walking through the village and doing her usual checking on activity around, she saw the door to Jatter's cabin house in the distance open up, for Jatter to walk out--and that one poor bitch who had suffered the other day because of that idiotic and now balls-less male. That had been a most regrettable incident, and Mama Cathy planned to offer extra comfort to this new bitch in the hopes she would still be able to properly settle in to this life despite such a setback. But what was she doing in Jatter's private quarters? And why were they walking like they had...and looking at each other like they had... Mama Cathy's eyes narrowed as she observed from a distance, watched the two of them speak to each other briefly before the new bitch was led back towards the sewing tables. With the very constant and ever-present reason for the village-camp's existence, everyone quickly got a sense of when others had done it, and Mama Cathy's sense was perhaps the most refined of all, but...no. There was no way. The feeling she was getting had to be wrong.

There was no possible way Jatter could have, out of nowhere, just fucked a random fresh bitch...instead of her.

Catherine reached a hand up and felt her fingertips along her collar, so much more finely and fancily decorated than any other breeding slave's that hers had several tiny gemstones encrusted into it, and frowned deeply. There was just no way. Surely not. Before either Jatter or the fresh bitch saw her, Mama Cathy turned around, gave her kicking little ones another soothing rub, and proceeded in the other direction to continue her supervision checks around the camp for the rest of the evening.

*****

The Next Morning

One again, warm sun shone in through the high windows in the high-ceiling dorm room to find Elena on her soft cot. Other girls around the dorm were already waking up as well, and a few beastfolk had already passed through the room mostly to bring fresh morning supplies and washed clothes for most of the girls. Elena was given a change of gown as well, but like the one she was already wearing, it was noticeably less well-made than those worn by all the collared girls. Much simpler and basic in design, and more roughly-woven, not all that comfortable but it wasn't too itchy at least.

And gradually, the dorm began to empty out of females as male beastfolk arrived to select a girl and escort her out. When the dorm was about half emptied, a tall tan-furred bear beastfolk that Elena had seen before entered the room and looked around. His eyes fell on Elena, and he walked towards her at a casual pace. Once he stopped in front of her bed, he nodded at her. "I'm Borlon. You'll be with me this morning, okay?" He said, in a tone that was surprisingly soft for his size, and his gaze upon her had an oddly gentle look to it. And yes, his voice and name were familiar--he was another one of the males from the 'capture group' that had taken Elena and her friends to begin with. Elena had only been able to get a brief glimpse of him after her blindfold was first removed when they arrived at the village, however.

He waited a moment for Elena's response and for her to be ready to head out, and then he led her out of the dorms and over to the mess hall for breakfast. As in the previous times, all the beastfolk and collared women were eating together at their tables...and a few were having a side of frisky with their meals. Plates of this morning's breakfast were brought to Borlon and Elena, and yet again, she was expected to eat from the floor like an animal rather than sitting down...although Borlon was less direct about it than the others. He seemed to expect Elena knew what to do, and when she began to eat, he looked at her with an odd expression, almost one of...Pity? Reluctance? Either way, he didn't watch Elena while she ate like the others did either, and focused on his own meal quickly and silently. For such a big bear, it seemed he could be strangely quiet.

Once breakfast was done, Borlon escorted Elena back to the 'mating dorm' building. Just like it had been with Dimo and Zag previously, Borlon led Elena to the half of the large multi-story building that had many corridors of small rooms rather than the side that had the big communal dorm rooms, and soon enough, Elena found herself inside one of those same mating-rooms, made to look nearly identical to all the rest, with the door closed and only her and Borlon in the room together. The bear beastfolk didn't make any moves right away, but after a moment...he reached out and placed his hand on Elena's shoulder with surprising lightness.

"Listen. I heard...well." He started to say, then faltered for a moment as he tried to find different words and then started again. "...You'll have to get used to rowdy eager males eventually, but...not like that. Still...for just this morning...we can take it easy, okay? You and me, nice and slow and careful. How does that sound?" It was plainly obvious he was very intentionally using gentle tones and words with Elena, and even seemed to be acting much less pushy and commanding that he probably was supposed to be.
 
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He was taller than the others. With dark eyes and a honey-brown coat. The bear that stood before her had a voice that was warm and gentle and she felt the tiniest hint of goose flesh as it made its way down her arms. Elena offered a smile when he introduced himself and nodded politely before sliding off her bed to accompany him. She was a bit surprised however, he was pretty quiet. In fact, he didn't much look at her. At first she assumed it was because she wasn't making a fuss. Even as she knelt down to eat. Nothing. Surely she hasn't done anything wrong so soon in the morning. …Or was it because of what had happened? Did he not really want her due to what that male had done? The dark haired girl felt a bit self conscious suddenly.

Did she disgust him? Did the others feel this way? Her fingers ran through her hair anxiously as they walked through the familiar corridors of the private building. She'd taken the braid out this morning. Her hair falling in a more neat mass of obsidian waves around her shoulders. Slightly obscuring her face as she looked down to the ground. Elena had wanted to approach today in consideration to all that Jatter had explained to her. But what if no one wanted to give her the opportunity any longer? Her bright green eyes looked up to him, almost concerned as they entered their room. Borlon didn't look back, just moved toward the bed.

Neither one of them sat. She just stood there, tense at her sides as she waited for his direction. Anything. So much so that she actually found relief when he finally touched her. Elena watched his expression and felt her confusion soften and subside as he spoke. It wasn't that he was disgusted or didn't want her - he was showing concern and understanding. There was a sweet smile on her features as she looked up at him, nodding quietly at his offer. Her cheeks couldn't help but flush though. That creamy skin warming to a gentle rose.

"Would it be okay, Master," she paused to look him in the eye for her request. "That I remove this?" Elena imagined it's why they made the frocks out of such rough material, she actually preferred to be without it. But not only that, she wanted him to see her. She wanted her soft, supple body to rouse in him that need she had seen before. After receiving his okay, she took a step back. Ensuring his gaze was on her as she slowly lifted it from her mid thigh.

Every inch exposed a new piece of bare flesh. Then she would turn, almost teasingly, her firm, round ass now in full view for him. He could see the slope of her back the further it raised. Her fingers moving almost agonizingly slow. Elena's hair caught inside the fabric as it moved along her shoulders, up her neck. He did say he wanted to take it slow, after all. By the time the dress fell to a pile on the floor, Elena's blush spread down her throat to her chest. She could feel his eyes on her and it really did excite her.

Turning to face him, her full breasts shifting with her movement and pert, pink nipples hardened under the cool air. Her whole body practically screamed to be touched. Even the way she stood, innocent but inviting.

"What would you have me do, Master?" Elena purred to the large bear. Would he have her slowly undress him similarly? Did he want her on the bed to touch and taste her as Zag had done? Would he have her please him with her mouth like Dimo? Or would he be hard pressed to restrain himself with how willing she was and take her more like Jatter had? Either had her emerald gaze glistening upward to him with eager curiosity.
 
Borlon, of course, had no way of knowing what had been going through Elena's mind. Thus, if he had been expecting anything from her after his statement...it certainly wasn't what she did respond with. One of the male bear's eyebrows rose high up in a quizzically impressed look along with the corner of his mouth quirking up, as Elena smiled and made her 'request' of him. "Why, of course. Please do, by all means..." he said, in his deep but soft voice as he took one step back from Elena to give her space as she began to undress...very, very deliberately slowly. Both his eyebrows rose up as he watched Elena as she sensually, provocatively began to lift her rough-spun frock up her legs, and turned away to teasingly expose her rump as it rose higher and higher. By the time Elena turned back to face him, completely nude and showing off her front...Borlon was wide-eyed, slightly slack-jawed, and noticeably panting slowly as he stared straight at her. Shocked...yet, very clearly liked what he saw. "Hhhhha...wow...oh yessssss...." Borlon breathed out heavily as he reached a hand up his front...and actually hooked a finger in the neckline of his shirt and began tugging it outwards, as if he felt 'too' warm--which he probably did! "Oh...oh you are good." He slowly but heavily panted out also. And, if Elena happened to glance downward, the front of his pants were already strongly bulged out, nearly tenting, when moments ago he hadn't been showing anything. It seemed that, if Elena had intended to awaken his arousal and interest...well, she had been met with resounding success!

Then, at Elena's last question, Borlon let out a single huffing chuckle as his face took on an expression of disbelief--although not in any way displeased--as he slightly shook his head but was open-mouthed smiling. "Holy fuck, girl...wow. I...was not expecting this of you. I thought...after what happened...but wow. Oh, oh yeah, also, good girl, proper form of address. Very good girl. Almost didn't even catch that, I'm so...woooo." He let out another clearly-impressed huff, before he then took a few quick breaths as if trying to cool himself off, while also tugging on the neckline of his shirt again and then briefly groped his own crotch to shift around the evidently significant stiffness he was hiding into a more comfortable position. "Well! Ha-ha. I am now...considerably fired up in a way I was not counting on! I said we could do this slow and careful, but...fuuuck if you aren't making that a challenge! Hah." Borlon chuckled more fully this time, as he then reached down. crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his own shirt, and quickly yanked it off in one quick motion and tossed it aside.

Being a bear, his fur was a bit thicker than most of the other beastfolk, but he was still solidly-built and muscular enough that enough contours could be seen...and with a chest so much bigger and broader than any other Elena had yet seen up-close, that golden-brown front of his body looked like it could be particularly comfortable to sink into... He then cleared his throat and thumped his chest once as if trying to make sure he was still in control of himself, then started walking towards the bed. "Still...gotta...gotta make sure I'm a good boy...hoooof..." He then turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned back slightly with his arms spread out at his sides and braced on the edge of the bed, while he sat there, shirtless and wearing only his pants, with his knees brought together. He then lifted one hand and beckoned Elena towards him. "So, to start...how about you come over here and sit in my lap? Back against my chest. And I'll..." Borlon then openly licked his lips with carnal hunger, although he was still clearly trying to restrain it. "...explore you with my hands, and we'll see how you handle that from there, hey?"
 
His reaction to her undressing was the sort she expected. The males did seem to have one thing in common - they didn't take this act as one of a chore. It appeared that each male individually had an appreciation for the females and what they were being offered. In their own way, of course. Elena bit her lower lip, tilting her head semi-sweetly to the side as he huffed over her in what she could only discern was a meager attempt at talking himself into remaining calm. He was big, broad, strong. And when he revealed his torso by removing his shirt, she saw that gorgeous brown fur, inviting and warm. There was nothing for her to be afraid of here.

In fact, it was beginning to dawn on her just how much power the girls really had here. They called them slaves to adjust their outlook, but it was the Ajali that absolutely needed the girls. The relationship between the female humans and the male beast folk wasn't entirely one sided in the least. Elena just had to be an obedient and smart girl.

She nodded at his instruction. "Of course, Master," Elena purred. "As you wish." Her slender legs carried her the short distance to his massive frame as it sat upon the edge of the bed. Careful as she maneuvered her naked body up into his lap. Elegantly turning so that her back pressed against the luxurious fur of his belly and chest. Her eyes fluttered closed and she sighed delightfully. Earning him a suggestive wiggle. The firmness of her rear pressing down against the incredibly noticeable hardness that had formed beneath his pants. Her posture was flawless but relaxed. She kept her hands politely upon her own thighs as she hadn't been given permission to touch him.

From here she could feel the heat of his breath along her bare shoulder. Elena could almost follow the view of his eyes as they looked over her supple form hungrily from above. He was as handsome as he was considerate, too. With her form molded to the front of his, she glanced up with those bright green eyes expectantly. She was actually eagerly anticipating the feel of those big, warm paws touching her skin. Teasing with the tips of his sharp claws. It was impossible not to see it in the expression on her face. The way her soft lips parted just slightly, that sweet rose blush hue her skin took on… Elena allowed her body to become a natural invitation for him.
 
Borlon watched Elena with clearly eager anticipation, and even let out another little "Hmmgh..." sound at the way she deliberately walked with a slow, sultry gait towards him where he sat. He held mostly still as Elena continued to move with an unexpectedly deliberate grace, and turned around to face her cute round ass towards him again before she slid into his lap. As she wiggled into place, eliciting another huffing sound from the bear Ajali, she ended up also pressing into his bellygut; He wasn't really obese, but he was definitely on the meatier side of any of the Ajali that Elena had yet had a close encounter with, and his belly made a nice padded cushion beneath his fur for her lower back. And of course, the stiffness in his pants was prodding against Elena's rear--and when she intentionally rubbed herself against it, she got Borlon to grunt appreciatively again. "Hnnggh, fuck, yer doin' everything you can to drive me wild, it's great!"

He finally brought his hands up and started by grasping both of Elena's upper arms with his warm, furry, and very large paws that comfortably encircled and squeezed her biceps as he hotly breathed over her shoulder. From the subtle flexes and twitches in his hands, they way they slightly and rhythmically rubbed Elena's arms, Elena could immediately and obviously feel that this Ajali was holding back, trying to force himself to keep things slow like he said. As he looked over her shoulder and she turned her head to face his, their eyes met, and just as much as he could see the warm and willing invitation in her eyes, she could see the half-lidded lust to partake of that invitation in his. He let out a low rumble, that vibrated his broad and muscular furry chest against Elena's back, before his eyes flicked down to her lap. Borlon stared for a moment, still with a half-lidded hungry gaze, then the corner of his mouth quirked up and he lightly chuckled. "H-heh...I can see yer hands girl, I see 'em fidgeting...you wanna touch too, huh? Well then, go ahead girl, don't be shy, feel me up all you like while I do the same to you...we like girls that participate..." He rumbled out, as his own hands began to move.

Those hands, like giant furry gloves, began to slowly creep across Elena's body, pressing into her firmly as they inched around,, fingers clenching in a very groping way, to really give Elena the visceral sensation of how much he wanted her, as well as how powerful he was. He was strong. With his size and muscles, he could crush Elena in an instant if he wanted. He could overpower her far more thoroughly than Jed had when the badger raped her a few days ago, Borlon was clearly capable of even more violence than that. Yet at the same time, the way his hands forcefully pushed into her body only just enough also let her also feel how restrained he was. He wanted to indulge himself with her body, gods he wanted it, but he was measuring it, being careful not to be too hard...and all the while, he gauged her on sounds and reactions to adjust his own motions accordingly--and also allowed her own hands to move around however she wanted, as much as she could in their respective positions with her in his lap, back-to-chest.

For the first few moments, his hands were just aimlessly creeping up and down and across her front, sliding and rubbing slowly and firmly all over her flesh from her thighs to her belly to her chest, not focusing on any one place specifically. But then his hands both came up, suddenly with purposeful targets, and he cupped and gripped all of Elena's own well-endowed busty chest in his thick, very pleasantly furry hands as he squeezed and then pressed them and then repeated the motion...he began kneading Elena's breasts like dough, slowly and forcefully! "Mmmmggghh, girl, you got a nice fuckin' pair of tits..." He growled huskily at her, as his bearlike muzzle then dipped down lower over her shoulder, and he began nuzzling, licking, and sucking on her skin as he dug his snout more and more into the side of her neck! Elena's breasts continued to feel the sensation of being very, very deeply massaged by powerful furry hands that were gradually picking up speed, though still moving at a slow pace for a moment...but every motion only continued to remind how much he was still limiting himself.

He kept up the breast-kneading for a minute, before one of his hands suddenly slid down while his other started to more chaotically grope back and forth across both her breasts. His other hand slid all the way down to her groin, started rubbing his fingers into her inner thighs until she parted them, then he began stroking one of his thick, powerful, furry fingers over her slit! All the while, he very erotically continued to animalistically kiss hickies into the side of Elena's neck as his hands worked her over. All the while, he paid careful attention to Elena's sounds and squirms, adjusting the way his hands moved as needed to extract more happy noises from her and avoided discomforted ones. "Nngghffff...mmmm, you likin' this, girl? Gimme more moans...gimme more squeals..." He lifted his snout up a bit, and got his mouth right up into Elena's ear as he lewdly spoke right into it with hot moist breath and a deep carnal tone. "We like girls that sssssiiiiiiiinnnngggg to us~..."
 
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She knew what she was doing to him. Better yet, she knew he did not expect it to come from her. Especially after what had occurred. Elena was not about to have the unfortunate incident dictate her life beyond that sick, terrible moment. If this was what she had to do, so be it. The young woman would use the power she had and embody that confidence to drive her world here. Her experience with Jatter had changed her perspective in several ways. She need only read the room.

And currently the room wanted her.

The bear's strong arms encircled her and she grinned to herself, arching into his touch. She would be lying if she said she didn't absoluely love the way the Ajali's furred hands felt as they touched her. Or the way her body responded to the excitement beneath the tips of their claws. Borlon had given persmission and so she finally let her hands rest upon him then. First at the backs of his hands, then just upward, running her nails through his thick fur. One arm continued, slowly moving up until it bent, resting upon his broad shoulder. Her fingers ran idle patterns there as she tilted her neck in the opposite direction. Leaving herself open for his oral affections as he lick, kissed, and suckled.

Elena mewled and squealed delightfully. Her neck was so sensitive. It made every sensual part of her tingle in response and she couldn't help but squirm in his lap. Those large bear-paws groping and massaging her breasts adding to her stimulation. She closed her eyes and gasped, giggling as he lewdly complimented her. "Thank you, Master... I'm so glad you enjoy them." She purred breathlessly up to him. Panting softly through her parted lips and gazing up to him with a half-lidded, wanton stare.

She knew the moment his hand began to descend where he was going. He needn't wait long with his thick digits caressing her thighs for her to silently obey. The raven haired woman on his lap parted her legs for him and beckoned with a surprised, little whimper. By now the flesh of her neck and shoulder glistened with his saliva and was reddish-purple in a few spots, intimately marked by him. Elena wiggled helplessly as Borlon focused on the moist flesh of her sex. Teasing her, seeing what parts made her sing loudest.

"Mmmngh... It feels so good," her voice husky and melodic.

The girl could feel it in his muscles. The way he held himself still save for the movement of his hands and mouth. And the way he growled... that deep vibrato that she could feel the more he seemed pleased with her reactions. He had mentioned about taking this slow, being careful with her... because of what had happened. She knew he was holding back. Elena had gotten a glimpse of it with Dimo her first day, but Zag seemed much more composed. Borlon was holding himself back because he was large and strong and did not want to frighten or hurt her and undo everything a second time.

She didn't like that. Jatter had not held back with her. There was something intoxicating about the physical power dynamic that she found herself in currently. He could cause some serious damage, but she knew even if he were to let go, this male would not hurt her in such a way. Elena caressed the fur at the back of his shoulder, her other hand moved encouragingly atop his that was nestled between her legs. His own arousal was straining, still confined, thick and throbbing beneath her.

"Please, Master..." she purred. Those bright green eyes opening up to look back at him. "You needn't hold yourself back," Elena actively leaned her head up, brushing her nose along the fur of his jaw and almost nuzzling him assuredly. "Take me as you wish?" Obviously this could not be a demand, but formed instead into an erotic question, a request. One that echoed in her scent and the way her body moved with his.
 
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Borlon wasn't sure what to make of the girl in his hands, squirming in his lap. He knew that she had been genuinely hurt by another male, which impaired the efforts of the camp to pressure the girls into compliance as slaves, as it was meant to be easier and safer than resisting. But their end of that 'bargain' had fallen through with her, thanks to that one damnable idiot who couldn't follow the rules. He really thought he was going to be starting at square one or worse with trying to re-acclimate this Elena to the idea of willingly submitting to him, with the trust that this would at least protect her broken.

And yet here she was, springing from one step of that process to the next all on her own. Enthusiastically so.

She ran her fingers through his fur so pleasantly with desire. She bared her neck freely to him to nuzzle and suck on. She mewled with clear delight at his groping hands. She effortlessly called him 'Master' in the same breath as acknowledging his pleasure. She didn't hesitate to admit how good she was feeling. In totality...she was doing everything that they wanted their slaves to be doing and more, to facilitate the smooth operation of this breeding camp. She had every reason to distrust him and ever other male after what had happened, but no, she was acting like a girl who had been settled into the rhythm of this place for months. And then...Borlon felt one of her hands come to rest in an encouraging manner on his own hand that was working between her legs, as she twisted in his lap a little to turn her head around and up to look up at him with glittering emerald eyes full of eagerness. Borlon stared back at her as she even nuzzled against him, while asking him to do what he really wanted. And so, with how much she had been working him up...he really didn't have the restraint to keep holding himself back.

The bear-man's face spread into a grin. "Ahhh, fukkit." He grunted as he let out another chest-rumbling growl. He then moved abruptly, sliding his hands from where they were groping and rubbing to pick Elena up right off his lap as he twisted in place from where he was sitting on the side of the bed, and then slammed her down onto her back on the bed forcefully! Of course, being a soft, well-padded bed, the impact was not at all harmful, just likely startling! In the next moment, Borlon was crawled halfway-over her, with the bear-man so very large atop her as he roughly grabbed both of her breasts with his strong furry hands! Instead of just kneading and groping like he did moments ago however, now he squeezed them around their bases to firmly to bulge them up through his hands, getting her engorged and stiffened nipples to perk up even higher! And then...with huffing snarls, though not of anger but of lust, Borlon lowered his head down and began to aggressively attack Elena's bulged-up breasts with his mouth! He nibbled on her breastflesh, he bit and tugged on her sensitive nipples, sending stinging sensations rushing through her bared tits! But even now, as aggressively as he was licking and biting at her breasts, he was clearly doing so in a controlled manner -- he did not break skin, he did not harm her, he just made her breasts a tapestry of thrilling stings and divots with his predatory dominance!

He listened to Elena's sounds, likely much louder and more yelpy than before, as he continued mouthing on her breasts for a minute. But then, finally, he lifted his head up, showing that he was panting heavily with need. At last, he reached one hand down between his own legs, and with a rustling of cloth, undid the front of his trousers. With how big and broad he was, and how he was leaned forward over Elena, his own bulk prevented her from seeing what she was in for. He then moved his other hand down, and Elena felt both of his hands grabbing one of her thighs each. In quick order, he then pulled Elena's thighs up around his sides, and then pushed them forward...as he then practically folded Elena's body in half as he pressed her knees as far towards her shoulders as she could take! He moved his body even further forward, and at no moment before now was it so very stark just how much bigger than her he was. A second later, Elena then would feel a thick, blunted, throbbing tip of a male spear pressing against her pussy. Of course Elena had no way of knowing what it was called, but Borlon was putting her in a position that was known quite vulgarly to the Ajali as a mating press. With his hands pinning Elena's knees to her shoulders, and his shaggy-furred body looming over hers, he was situated to thrust into her with overwhelming power...but he paused. He was still panting deeply for breath, but his eyes met Elena's one more time as he breathed heavily. "You sure...you want...my worst?" He huffed out, taking one last moment to be sure of things. "This...is not...gonna be gentle..." He said, giving her this one last chance to back out, to have him take her in a more careful and easygoing manner...
 
Elena yelped as the bear Ajali hefted her up as if she weighed nothing and tossed her back on the bed. Of course she had been startled, but the way she landed had her almost laughing. It was a playful, sultry giggle as she looked up at him. His display of strength ultimately exciting her. There was certainly something to be said by being handled this way… when she actually wanted it. What she hadn't braced for was how absolutely large he seemed atop of her. Those green eyes went wide as he crawled up her form and quickly shut the moment he began roughly kneading handfuls of her breasts at a time.

The girl wriggled and whined helplessly as he bit, licked, and sucked her flesh. Her fair skin had various red and purple splotches and glistening from his oral aggressions. Elena's sharp mewling and desperate gasps filling the air. Her nails dug into the furred bed cover and she balled her fists into it, holding on. Every lick. Every bite. Every suckle had her reeling. She arched up to him, her thighs were spread, his body keeping them apart as he mauled her.

Her time with Jatter had shown her being a more willing and a more active participant in the act made it that much more enjoyable. That if she just let go in the moment, there was an excitement and a bliss that was otherwise unmatched. And also, the faster that she found her place here, the faster she earned various freedoms within the camp. Was it ideal? No, but it sure could have been a hell of a lot worse. It may not have immediately appeared so, but the girls here were all treated like treasures. They worked together, they enjoyed their time with the men, the created a whole community - albeit a bit unconventional. She wasn't about to let what had happened get the best of her… Not when it could feel like this. Exhilarating.

When their eyes met, both of them were drawing in fast, deep breaths. Her face was flushed and her gaze lazy with lust. Elena thought she knew was coming as he grabbed her thighs and drew them around his sides… That was until he pushed them forward. It forced air from her lungs in surprise. She didn't know her body could bend in such a way. Immediately she felt vulnerable, but with it came an exotic rush of excitement. Borlon was in complete control. His size, his strength. The massive bear looked over her, his gaze approving and hungry. His maw was open as he panted and she saw the pointed tips of his fangs. Elena felt the tips of his claws against the soft flesh of her legs and the moment the firmness of his length pressed against her sex, her teeth worried her lower lip. Elena wanted so badly to rub herself against him, but was in no position to do so. Though she was sure he could feel her legs strain against his hands, her ache apparent.

Borlon's voice strained through his need, through his breathing. His level of restraint was impressive. She truly believed he would not hurt her and that he would stop if she spoke up. So she reached up, drawing one hand between them and brushing her fingers along his chest, through his warm, thick fur. That wanton emerald gaze of hers softened and she smiled through parted lips at him.

"Please, Master… fuck me." The flushed, raven haired beauty purred to him. Never did she imagine she would say something so vulgar, let alone ask it. Beg for it. Yet the words left her lips with little effort. She absolutely wanted this, wanted him, and there could be no more clear indicator.
 
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