Vixxa Violet
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The Beastman's Sorceress (AswanFox and Violet)
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Flint cowered slightly in the back of the cage, his keen vulpine eyes sweeping over the intimidating space which stretched out beyond the bars.
It reminded the young Beastman of the vaults he had grown up in. Though his folk were nomads, desert foxes often utilized the buried ruins of Human cities for shelter. There were plenty of subterranean areas which had escaped destruction during the Burning Time, many thousands of years before.
Flint had never seen one like this, though.
With a high, vaulted ceiling, and polished stone walls, it nonetheless did not appear to be as ancient a structure as the ruins. It reminded him of the places he had seen while traveling the deserts, from afar; great black spires, built by beings of great power during the later years of the Burning. Jutting like scorched bones from the wasteland, they were told of as evil places, the homes of demons and sorcerers.
Flint, a nomad as he was, feared few things. But these places he instinctively knew to fear. The thought that he may now be inside such a place filled him with dread, and if that fact had not, the things he saw beyond the bars would have anyway.
Tables, machinery, implements of glass and metal which could only have been used for the practice of the arts of science and magic. Flint could only guess what any of them were for, and he dreaded thinking what use a Beastfolk slave might be to their wielder.
He was still a little foggy on how he had ended up as a slave in the first place; likely some slaver's art to keep the merchandise compliant before the sale. He could distinctly remember the auction, of course, and the face of his new Mistress...
...yes, it would be hard to forget her face even if she hadn't purchased him. After all, Humans were rare indeed, seldom seen beyond their crumbling enclaves and wandering caravans.
He could see her now, in fact, across the room, rummaging through a cabinet for a bottle of something or other. He had to admit, in appearance, that she compared favorably to any of the vixens he knew among his folk. Not that it benefited him any, in the long run; she had seemed fascinated by him when first she had brought him back to her castle, but in a very clinical and detached manner; she had studied his anatomy, poked and prodded him with various instruments, made him run, stretch, tested his hearing... what she gleaned from it all he wasn't sure, but Flint got the distinct impression that she wasn't planning anything pleasant with the information.
He watched her apprehensively from his cage... just what was going to happen to him?
It reminded the young Beastman of the vaults he had grown up in. Though his folk were nomads, desert foxes often utilized the buried ruins of Human cities for shelter. There were plenty of subterranean areas which had escaped destruction during the Burning Time, many thousands of years before.
Flint had never seen one like this, though.
With a high, vaulted ceiling, and polished stone walls, it nonetheless did not appear to be as ancient a structure as the ruins. It reminded him of the places he had seen while traveling the deserts, from afar; great black spires, built by beings of great power during the later years of the Burning. Jutting like scorched bones from the wasteland, they were told of as evil places, the homes of demons and sorcerers.
Flint, a nomad as he was, feared few things. But these places he instinctively knew to fear. The thought that he may now be inside such a place filled him with dread, and if that fact had not, the things he saw beyond the bars would have anyway.
Tables, machinery, implements of glass and metal which could only have been used for the practice of the arts of science and magic. Flint could only guess what any of them were for, and he dreaded thinking what use a Beastfolk slave might be to their wielder.
He was still a little foggy on how he had ended up as a slave in the first place; likely some slaver's art to keep the merchandise compliant before the sale. He could distinctly remember the auction, of course, and the face of his new Mistress...
...yes, it would be hard to forget her face even if she hadn't purchased him. After all, Humans were rare indeed, seldom seen beyond their crumbling enclaves and wandering caravans.
He could see her now, in fact, across the room, rummaging through a cabinet for a bottle of something or other. He had to admit, in appearance, that she compared favorably to any of the vixens he knew among his folk. Not that it benefited him any, in the long run; she had seemed fascinated by him when first she had brought him back to her castle, but in a very clinical and detached manner; she had studied his anatomy, poked and prodded him with various instruments, made him run, stretch, tested his hearing... what she gleaned from it all he wasn't sure, but Flint got the distinct impression that she wasn't planning anything pleasant with the information.
He watched her apprehensively from his cage... just what was going to happen to him?
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Vixxa Violet
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She searched through the cabinet and slammed it shut in frustration. Pulling open a cabinet, she looked through it's contents quizzically with a finger in her mouth as she wonders where it may have went. "I know you're around here somewhere..." She aimed her statement at nobody, letting her voice carry off.
In a fit of frustration, Lumi slammed her fists on the table, sending a shock wave that carried to the open cabinet. A very large volumetric flask was situated on the top which shook just enough to make it bounce slightly and start teetering off the side. Lumi saw it immediately and looked up in horror as the expensive piece of equipment threatened to fall.
And fall it did. "Ohhhh no please!" she said as she attempted to catch it. She closed her hands just a fraction of a second too soon and the flask slipped from her fingers. She probably looked very silly as the flask bounced through her hands several times and fell just out of reach on it's last bounce. She lost her balance overcompensating for the glass and as she fell she knocked over a silver tray that was just barely off the edge of the table which sent all the equipment on it hurdling into the air.
Small spoons, syringes, stirring sticks and everything else crashed around her, the knife just grazing her forearm making a small cut that began to bleed. Luckily she had not fell on any of the broken glass.
Finally, a delayed potion that had been slowly making its way to the edge of the table crashed around her. Red liquid spilled everywhere which quickly evaporate into pink smoke all around her.
"This day could not get any worse!" She said. She felt an unfair anger that told her to direct her frustrations at Flint, who had been watching the whole thing. She grabbed a syringe, "Time to finish testing... lab rat!"
She stomped over to Flint and reached out for the lock to his cage when suddenly the anger for her eyes evaporated as her expression grew softer. Hey eyebrows curved the opposite direction as she suddenly felt an overwhelming desire for... she didn't know what for... she just had to be closer to him. She unlocked his cage and opened it slowly, bowing her head to him as she stood there with her hands locked together below her tummy.
In a fit of frustration, Lumi slammed her fists on the table, sending a shock wave that carried to the open cabinet. A very large volumetric flask was situated on the top which shook just enough to make it bounce slightly and start teetering off the side. Lumi saw it immediately and looked up in horror as the expensive piece of equipment threatened to fall.
And fall it did. "Ohhhh no please!" she said as she attempted to catch it. She closed her hands just a fraction of a second too soon and the flask slipped from her fingers. She probably looked very silly as the flask bounced through her hands several times and fell just out of reach on it's last bounce. She lost her balance overcompensating for the glass and as she fell she knocked over a silver tray that was just barely off the edge of the table which sent all the equipment on it hurdling into the air.
Small spoons, syringes, stirring sticks and everything else crashed around her, the knife just grazing her forearm making a small cut that began to bleed. Luckily she had not fell on any of the broken glass.
Finally, a delayed potion that had been slowly making its way to the edge of the table crashed around her. Red liquid spilled everywhere which quickly evaporate into pink smoke all around her.
"This day could not get any worse!" She said. She felt an unfair anger that told her to direct her frustrations at Flint, who had been watching the whole thing. She grabbed a syringe, "Time to finish testing... lab rat!"
She stomped over to Flint and reached out for the lock to his cage when suddenly the anger for her eyes evaporated as her expression grew softer. Hey eyebrows curved the opposite direction as she suddenly felt an overwhelming desire for... she didn't know what for... she just had to be closer to him. She unlocked his cage and opened it slowly, bowing her head to him as she stood there with her hands locked together below her tummy.
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Flint watched the series of events which unfolded beyond the bars, his face winching and his ears folding back reflexively at the sounds of clattering metal and breaking glass.
For a brief moment, he held out the hope that something toxic or corrosive, or at least heavy, would fall on the sorceress, but it seemed he would have no such luck. He could sense the growing anger within the Human, and scooted himself further back into the cage, the chains of his iron collar and manacles clinking as he did so. He smelled blood from her small cut, though he knew that wouldn't have hurt her much.
He also knew that, as the only other person around (though whether the sorceress regarded him as a person was doubtful), he was likely going to serve as the lightning rod for the frustrated mage's anger.
As he prepared himself for that eventuality, Flint heard one last object drop, and saw a burst of pink smoke. His sensitive nose picked up the smell, and he blinked... it was STRONG, but not unpleasant.
He had little time to contemplate this, however, as the sorceress picked herself up, murder in her eyes.
"Time to finish testing... lab rat!"
Flint squeaked involuntarily as the sorceress stormed toward the cage, brandishing a wicked-looking syringe. The door opened...
...and nothing happened.
Flint opened his eyes, uncurling himself slowly as he looked up at the Human.
The anger was gone, that much Flint could sense. Her expression had softened, and she was just standing there in the open door of the cage.
At first, Flint thought that maybe she was feeling pity for him, given the horrible fate that awaited the young Beastman. But, no... that wasn't it. Her expression was... needy. Submissive even.
Curiosity finally overwhelming fear, Flint fulling uncurled from his protective stance, eying the syringe now held loosely in the sorceress' hand. As he watched, the implement fell, shattering at her feet.
Flint stood, his chains clinking as he regarded the Human. On his feet, he was a good head taller than her.
His head tilted slightly, in the manner of a curious animal.
"...Mistress?"
Flint, even without the influence of the love potion, was easy on the eyes to most females. His folk were desert survivors, and nature ensured that those who survived to breeding age, as Flint had, were fine specimens indeed.
Clad only in the simple loincloth of a slave, Flint was covered in sleek, soft, healthy fur, stretched over a slim, athletic build. He was firm, but not over-muscled, and possessed a kind, expressive face, and though its contours were unusual by Human standards, one could not deny that it was strangely and irresistibly handsome.
Warm, brown eyes regarded the sorceress curiously...
For a brief moment, he held out the hope that something toxic or corrosive, or at least heavy, would fall on the sorceress, but it seemed he would have no such luck. He could sense the growing anger within the Human, and scooted himself further back into the cage, the chains of his iron collar and manacles clinking as he did so. He smelled blood from her small cut, though he knew that wouldn't have hurt her much.
He also knew that, as the only other person around (though whether the sorceress regarded him as a person was doubtful), he was likely going to serve as the lightning rod for the frustrated mage's anger.
As he prepared himself for that eventuality, Flint heard one last object drop, and saw a burst of pink smoke. His sensitive nose picked up the smell, and he blinked... it was STRONG, but not unpleasant.
He had little time to contemplate this, however, as the sorceress picked herself up, murder in her eyes.
"Time to finish testing... lab rat!"
Flint squeaked involuntarily as the sorceress stormed toward the cage, brandishing a wicked-looking syringe. The door opened...
...and nothing happened.
Flint opened his eyes, uncurling himself slowly as he looked up at the Human.
The anger was gone, that much Flint could sense. Her expression had softened, and she was just standing there in the open door of the cage.
At first, Flint thought that maybe she was feeling pity for him, given the horrible fate that awaited the young Beastman. But, no... that wasn't it. Her expression was... needy. Submissive even.
Curiosity finally overwhelming fear, Flint fulling uncurled from his protective stance, eying the syringe now held loosely in the sorceress' hand. As he watched, the implement fell, shattering at her feet.
Flint stood, his chains clinking as he regarded the Human. On his feet, he was a good head taller than her.
His head tilted slightly, in the manner of a curious animal.
"...Mistress?"
Flint, even without the influence of the love potion, was easy on the eyes to most females. His folk were desert survivors, and nature ensured that those who survived to breeding age, as Flint had, were fine specimens indeed.
Clad only in the simple loincloth of a slave, Flint was covered in sleek, soft, healthy fur, stretched over a slim, athletic build. He was firm, but not over-muscled, and possessed a kind, expressive face, and though its contours were unusual by Human standards, one could not deny that it was strangely and irresistibly handsome.
Warm, brown eyes regarded the sorceress curiously...
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Vixxa Violet
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Lumi began to quiver, and then fell to her knees right onto the broken glass, but didn't hurt herself on it. She started crawling to Flint in a very seductive sway with her hips. When she finally reached him she leaned down and kissed his feet, bowing before him. Her pussy was drenched. She needed him so bad right now but the way the potion worked it had to be his choice.
She closed her legs together and began flexing them, giving a small measure of comfort as at least her clit was getting a small bit of attention now, even though she probably looked a little silly, she didn't care. "Please..." Was all she said between kisses.
She closed her legs together and began flexing them, giving a small measure of comfort as at least her clit was getting a small bit of attention now, even though she probably looked a little silly, she didn't care. "Please..." Was all she said between kisses.
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Flint was thoroughly confused as the sorceress dropped shivering to her knees. He watched as she crawled slowly toward him, his gaze naturally drawn to the sway of her hips.
He tried to make sense of her actions; hadn't she called him lab rat only a moment before? From his point of view, she was acting more like a vixen in heat than a calculating sorceress.
It was then that his sensitive nose caught the warm scent of Lumi's feminine moisture, and he began to make sense of it all.
The potion... that has to be it! I wonder if she even knows what she's doing?
He watched as she came up to him, curling one of her arms around his firm, furred leg, beginning to kiss along his feet.
Gods... what should I do? When she comes out of this, I can't imagine what she'll do to me...
But as Flint contemplated the possible consequences of taking advantage of the sorceress in her present condition, his ears perked at the single word that was uttered as Lumi kiss up his feet and ankles.
"Please..."
Flint looked down at the Human, who now smelled so very strongly of arousal and need.
Then again, she planned to experiment on me ANYWAY...
Flint reached down, running his hand gently through the sorceress' hair. He would be a fool to refuse her, consequences or no.
His lips turned up slightly in a smirk.
"...alright."
He tried to make sense of her actions; hadn't she called him lab rat only a moment before? From his point of view, she was acting more like a vixen in heat than a calculating sorceress.
It was then that his sensitive nose caught the warm scent of Lumi's feminine moisture, and he began to make sense of it all.
The potion... that has to be it! I wonder if she even knows what she's doing?
He watched as she came up to him, curling one of her arms around his firm, furred leg, beginning to kiss along his feet.
Gods... what should I do? When she comes out of this, I can't imagine what she'll do to me...
But as Flint contemplated the possible consequences of taking advantage of the sorceress in her present condition, his ears perked at the single word that was uttered as Lumi kiss up his feet and ankles.
"Please..."
Flint looked down at the Human, who now smelled so very strongly of arousal and need.
Then again, she planned to experiment on me ANYWAY...
Flint reached down, running his hand gently through the sorceress' hair. He would be a fool to refuse her, consequences or no.
His lips turned up slightly in a smirk.
"...alright."
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Lumi perked up at his final acknowledgement as her face turned from that of need to that of sheer joy. She quickly spun around on her knees and lowered her chest to the ground, looking back at Flint with her ass sticking straight in the air. She pulled her robe up over her generous hips, exposing her aqua panties to him.
"How do you want me, Master?" She said, laying her head down on the cold lab floor while her hands hooked behind her legs just above her knees. "Please hurry Master, it burns so bad!" She begged him.
She looked him over, his strange animal curves were quite foreign in nature to that of a humans but something about it made her want to have him deep inside her. The feral nature of his appearance drove her to a desire to be bred by him. Taken like an animal to propagate his species.
"How do you want me, Master?" She said, laying her head down on the cold lab floor while her hands hooked behind her legs just above her knees. "Please hurry Master, it burns so bad!" She begged him.
She looked him over, his strange animal curves were quite foreign in nature to that of a humans but something about it made her want to have him deep inside her. The feral nature of his appearance drove her to a desire to be bred by him. Taken like an animal to propagate his species.
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Flint's own desire grew as the sorceress turned herself away from him, still kneeling submissively at his feet, and with a rustle of cloth, presented herself to him as a wild animal would to their mate. Her aroused scent was overpowering now, and Flint could see the drenched state of her dyed panties.
Flint's own instincts were screaming at him now; love potion or no, the female on the cold floor before him CRAVED what he had to offer.
That's YOURS, then. That female is YOURS, Flint, now show her what that means!
The Beastman's iron manacles clanked as he sank to his knees behind Lumi, his smirk growing. She had called him Master, and he had to say, he liked the reversal of roles.
Maybe I'll keep her in chains like she did me, when I'm not using her. he mused himself as he reached forward.
Flint spoke little after that, his hands peeling off the soaked panties, exposing her needy slit. And how needy it indeed was! Puffy and red, and utterly sopping wet, Flint knew he would have no trouble once he was inside.
He moved to undo his loincloth, but paused.
"You agree, before I satisfy you, that from here on all rolls are reversed? Upon your honor as a sorceress, you must agree that, from now, I am your Master, and you are my property."
A precaution. Flint knew Lumi didn't need to be told at this point, but a sorceress was bound by their word. When the potion wore off, he needed to make sure she didn't bring things back to the way they had been...
Flint's own instincts were screaming at him now; love potion or no, the female on the cold floor before him CRAVED what he had to offer.
That's YOURS, then. That female is YOURS, Flint, now show her what that means!
The Beastman's iron manacles clanked as he sank to his knees behind Lumi, his smirk growing. She had called him Master, and he had to say, he liked the reversal of roles.
Maybe I'll keep her in chains like she did me, when I'm not using her. he mused himself as he reached forward.
Flint spoke little after that, his hands peeling off the soaked panties, exposing her needy slit. And how needy it indeed was! Puffy and red, and utterly sopping wet, Flint knew he would have no trouble once he was inside.
He moved to undo his loincloth, but paused.
"You agree, before I satisfy you, that from here on all rolls are reversed? Upon your honor as a sorceress, you must agree that, from now, I am your Master, and you are my property."
A precaution. Flint knew Lumi didn't need to be told at this point, but a sorceress was bound by their word. When the potion wore off, he needed to make sure she didn't bring things back to the way they had been...
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Vixxa Violet
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Lumi was barely conscious behind the veil of desire covering her mind's eye from the potion. She did understand what he was asking for, and completely rejected the idea. However her need was so great, it only took a few seconds for her to change her mind. Anything to sate this burning deep inside her. She had never felt this way before but somehow know a thick cock was the only way to snuff the ache.
"YES! You are my Master, from now on, and I, your property. By my word under the code of the college of sorcery, I plege my allegiance to you from henceforth, my liege." She spat out the formality. "Now please fuck me, Master, it hurts! I need you so bad! Take my like a harlot and make me feel good!" She begged him.
She reached behind her ass and spread her legs out even wider, pulling her pussy lips with her fingers to expose her entire pink flower to him. She was crying now, the burning inside her was too intense, it hurt. Every second she remained empty was quite literally torture at this point. "Master, PLEASE!" Tears were streaming now, if he didn't bury inside her soon she thought she might die.
"YES! You are my Master, from now on, and I, your property. By my word under the code of the college of sorcery, I plege my allegiance to you from henceforth, my liege." She spat out the formality. "Now please fuck me, Master, it hurts! I need you so bad! Take my like a harlot and make me feel good!" She begged him.
She reached behind her ass and spread her legs out even wider, pulling her pussy lips with her fingers to expose her entire pink flower to him. She was crying now, the burning inside her was too intense, it hurt. Every second she remained empty was quite literally torture at this point. "Master, PLEASE!" Tears were streaming now, if he didn't bury inside her soon she thought she might die.
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Flint smirked down at the sorceress. He hadn't even conquered her yet, and he had already won.
He let the sorceress beg as, slowly, the Beastman untied the cord which held up his simple breechcloth. It fell away easily, revealing the piece of his anatomy for which Lumi had sacrificed her freedom and dignity.
As the sorceress was well aware, Flint was a being sculpted by the forces of nature. His manhood, extended from its sheath already. It was not like the manhood of a Human, for indeed, it had a baculum, and was thus stiffer than any Human ever could be. It was exotically shaped as well; tapered to a point at the end, with odd contours along the shaft. It was somewhat larger than the average Human's as well, in proportion to body mass.
In Lumi's desperate state, Flint was sure it was the most magnificent thing she had ever seen.
Flint's furred hands ran over the trembling Human, and took either side of the sorceress' hips. Teasingly, he rubbed his maleness over the drenched, spread petals, listening to her desperate moans and pleas.
"You will take my seed then, harlot."
With that, Flint drew back his hips, repositioning them slightly before he thrust them forward.
Flint's tapered head easily spread the female, and he delved, strong and deep, as far as he could with the first push. He let the female feel him within her, feel his throbbing meat brush centers of pleasure no other male had ever touched.
He was her liege, her king, her Master, and he let her know well just what it meant to serve him...
He let the sorceress beg as, slowly, the Beastman untied the cord which held up his simple breechcloth. It fell away easily, revealing the piece of his anatomy for which Lumi had sacrificed her freedom and dignity.
As the sorceress was well aware, Flint was a being sculpted by the forces of nature. His manhood, extended from its sheath already. It was not like the manhood of a Human, for indeed, it had a baculum, and was thus stiffer than any Human ever could be. It was exotically shaped as well; tapered to a point at the end, with odd contours along the shaft. It was somewhat larger than the average Human's as well, in proportion to body mass.
In Lumi's desperate state, Flint was sure it was the most magnificent thing she had ever seen.
Flint's furred hands ran over the trembling Human, and took either side of the sorceress' hips. Teasingly, he rubbed his maleness over the drenched, spread petals, listening to her desperate moans and pleas.
"You will take my seed then, harlot."
With that, Flint drew back his hips, repositioning them slightly before he thrust them forward.
Flint's tapered head easily spread the female, and he delved, strong and deep, as far as he could with the first push. He let the female feel him within her, feel his throbbing meat brush centers of pleasure no other male had ever touched.
He was her liege, her king, her Master, and he let her know well just what it meant to serve him...
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Vixxa Violet
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"Yes Master! Give me your seed. Fill me up with your little pups, make me scream as you split my pussy. Make me your fucktoy, your bitch. Please just give it to me!" Lumi was swaying her hips in the air looking for his cock behind her when he finally thrust forward.
She gasped and slammed her fist on the cold wet floor below. She pushed back into him at the first thrust, taking him as deep as she could even though it hurt. Her pussy was so tight but if this fire inside of her was going to stop, he would need to be a lot deeper. The pain of being stretched didn't even compare to the ache she was still feeling.
"More Master! More! I need it all please! Fuck this tight little human pussy. I'll show you how good us women can be. Just please, it hurts so much, give me more master I can't take it anymore." She began rocking on his cock, still hurting as she didn't give herself time to adjust to the intrusion. She needed it much deeper though. She needed his cock or she may just go insane right now.
She gasped and slammed her fist on the cold wet floor below. She pushed back into him at the first thrust, taking him as deep as she could even though it hurt. Her pussy was so tight but if this fire inside of her was going to stop, he would need to be a lot deeper. The pain of being stretched didn't even compare to the ache she was still feeling.
"More Master! More! I need it all please! Fuck this tight little human pussy. I'll show you how good us women can be. Just please, it hurts so much, give me more master I can't take it anymore." She began rocking on his cock, still hurting as she didn't give herself time to adjust to the intrusion. She needed it much deeper though. She needed his cock or she may just go insane right now.