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Breaking a pet

He sighed and enjoyed the feel of her talented mouth on his most sensitive flesh. He knew he had to be careful not to let it get TOO sensitive; he had a lot to do with her, in the coming weeks. So he let her suckle and clean him, feeling himself deflate, until her attentions reversed that process, and then he stroked her hair. "That's good." He smiled at her as she looked up. "If you want to take care of your own cleaning-up, do so now. When you're done, get into ready position there in the middle of the floor and wait for me."

Once again, he didn't bother with clothing as he went out to speak to the crew. He spent a few minutes doing ship's business (most of his business on a home voyage was just overseeing training, and he was due to do enough of that while his own charge was "on shift"), and then returned to collect her.

He smiled at her as he came back into the cabin. "It's time for the virgins' first orgasm on the ship, soon. They've been receiving other training – quite enthusiastically, I'm told – so they ought to be just about ready. I thought you'd want to be on shift. Are you ready?"
 
Kaura looked up when he told her to stop, nodding quietly to him. She backed slightly away, letting him stand and give his instructions before leaving. She stood slowly, and stretched, working the soreness out of her muscles. It took a moment, but when she felt less strung up she walked to a dresser, and fished out a comb and washrag. She carefully washed the sweat, dirty, and other fluids from herself, and ran the comb through her hair to untangle the knots. It only took her a few minutes to make herself feel more presentable, and she knelt on the middle of the floor again, her back perfectly straight as she waited for Janek.

It wasn't a long wait, soon the door swung in, and she beamed up at Janek as he smiled at her, nodding as she stood. "I will make this orgasm memorable, Master." She promised him. "You know their pleasure is very important to me as well."
 
He nodded and handed her the cord that served as her leash while they walked belowdecks. The deck was nearly deserted, and soon she saw why: all the crew that could be spared was down in the large training room, as were the slaves, all kneeling high with their elbows up at the proper ready position.

The virgins had been shifted, and were now strapped on their stomachs, and the slavegirls licking at them had been moved to orient them underneath. Kaura saw why shortly enough; the red, slightly gaping anuses of the virgins, drooling a thin trail of white semen, showed what other sorts of training they'd been experiencing. Right now, two crewmen were being serviced by their mouths, and the virgins were slurping and moaning and sucking with complete abandon, so aroused as to urgently beg in any way possible for release.

When they entered, Janek signaled wordlessly that it was time for a shift change, and Kaura and another slavegirl replaced the tired, slick-faced girls who were unstrapped from their benches. Kaura found herself chained down again, but at least she was fully supported as they angled her under the girl she'd been chosen to service.

A long time passed, possibly hours, and the noises around her didn't cease; the crew was apparently taking lunch, and taking advantage of the slavegirls when they could. Nobody touched the on-shift girls, and nobody came up behind to use the virgins again, although from the sound of it their mouths were very busy. But finally, she heard Janek's voice.

"Holdek, Junmok, you gave up your training slots for a greater potential profit, so it's only right that you ought to have the pleasure of the first orgasmic experience." Two of the slavers stepped behind the virgins, and Kaura felt one of them step over her, straddle her. The girl she was licking trembled and moaned as he did something to her, and almost immediately, Kaura felt the brushing tap of something warm and hairy against her chin as the slaver began to fuck the virgin's ass right above Kaura's licking face. The girl seemed to enjoy it immensely, whining and moaning and trying to shove back against him, almost dislodging Kaura's tongue on occasion, but never reaching the peaks Kaura knew her own self.

After a bit, she could hear the slaver's breaths coming ragged, and little moans as they fought to maintain their self control. Finally, Janek spoke again, from a position between the two bondage structures. "And now, we give these virgins a taste of the pleasure they can receive in their new lives. If everyone cooperates in their training, they can receive this every other day. We won't expect such a ceremony each time, however. But without further ado, and before the boys lose their nut prematurely..."

He did something, there was a surge of magic that Kaura could feel almost subliminally, and suddenly the girl above her was bucking in her bonds, shrieking in pleasure, and gushing, sending her fluids into Kaura's mouth, down her chin and across her chest, almost a projectile squirt. This orgasm was almost bone-shatteringly powerful, and lengthy. Underneath it, Kaura could hear the two slavers moaning in their own release into the quivering, quaking depths of the virgins' bowels, but they were handily drowned out by the violence of the girls' climaxes.

And then suddenly it stopped, as the girl passed out cold, having orgasmed herself into unconsciousness. Kaura found herself being pulled away, as Janek said to the assembly: "Now, I'm told they were unable to sleep last night, so they're likely out for a few hours. That concludes the ceremonies; I hope you had fun." He turned and in a lower voice made arrangements for someone to monitor the virgins, and call in the next shift when they woke up. He also gave orders to spread the word to the on-duty crew that they would be top of the list of orgasm-trainers in the coming days.

Then she was being unchained, and allowed to leave the frame and take her ready position.
 
Kaura took the leash, and tied it to her collar as they stepped out onto the deck. She paused a brief moment, confused when she didn't see anyone tending the ship. They walked silently down the deserted training quarters, until they reached the large room where the virgins were kept. Everyone on the ship was gathered, slaves perched in their ready positions as their trainers eyed the virgins lustfully.

They were now on their stomachs, the on shift slavegirls strapped under them. Almost immediately she noted their abused asses, and the thin streams of fresh cum that leaked from them. She reddened slightly, quickly dropping her eyes, but it was not the time for modesty. She was quickly strapped under the young woman, positioned perfectly to begin her work, and she immediately began licking and gently sucking on her clit.

The sounds of desperate passion filled the room as the virgins sucked and slurped. It seemed as though hours had passed of this, until Kaura's mouth was once again tired, and her body began to ache. Janek started to talk, and she perked slightly, relieved that it might soon be over. But when she felt a man step over her, his thighs on either side of her, she tensed a bit. She felt something hairy and soft bump lightly against her chin, and her eyes widened a degree when she realized the man was taking the virgins ass just above her.

Her licking never slowed, but she did close her eyes tightly, trying to block out the repetitive tap, and the unmistakable noises of hte fucking just above her, and when Janek spoke again she could have sighed in relief, grateful it was nearly done.

Just as Janek finished talking, their was a brief wave of magic that pulled at Kaura's senses. She wasn't prepared for the power of her girls first release, and her eyes widened as the warm fluid gushed out of the girl, it almost filled Kaura's mouth, and she could only think to swallow quickly as it ran down her body. She didn't stop working though, trying to draw out the orgasm, extend it and make it memorable, until the girl passed out, and she felt herself get pulled away, Janek once more addressing the crew.

She moved to Janek's side, wordlessly taking her ready position as she waited for the crew to fill out. She knew she must look a sight right now... almost drenched in the other woman's fluids, she didn't even have the chance to wipe her own chin. Worst of all, her own juices glistened slightly between her legs, making it impossible to hide her own arousal.
 
Janek's hand stole down to stroke her hair, just a reassuring stroke as he oversaw the business of his ship. But he did notice and was impressed with how patiently she waited, and how flawless her posture was. When there was no one left but the virgins, the monitor, and them, he turned to her and tugged her to her feet. “Your work was excellent, Elf Slut. Am I to presume you enjoyed yourself, as well?” His fingers slid across her pelvis, dipped between her thighs, tested her lower lips, felt the flow from there. “Oh, yes, I see it had its effect. Well, it's been some time since our last training, yes? Perhaps we should go and take care of that now.”

He stood back a step, and looked her up and down, drinking in he appearance. He'd indulged in a bit of testing the other slavegirls, just what he was expected to do as captain, but hadn't orgasmed, just tested. So he was in full capacity as the sight of her made his loins stir and stiffen. He held his slick fingers up to her lips, and met her gaze as he waited.
 
Kaura waited patiently as the room emptied, feeling Janek's hand gently stroking her hair as she waited. She enjoyed the almost sweet gesture, smiling to herself slightly, even if she didn't break her post to rub into it. Once almost everyone was gone, only a monitor and the sleeping slavegirls, he tugged her back to her feet, and she smiled at him warmly for a few moments.

His hand moved down to her hips, rubbing across her skin before he found her sex, gently rubbing his fingers over her pussy lips. She groaned softly, a shiver running up her spine at the sensation. He mentioned training again, and she perked slightly, an obvious flash of lust crossing her face as he waited for her to clean off her fingers. She just seemed to realize that there was another man in the room, and her eyes flickered in his directions, her cheeks burning red as he watched them, and she didn't dare let her eyes drop down on him, already suspecting about the state of his body. But she knew she wouldn't be able to preserve her modesty with Janek waiting. Her eyes met his, as she leaned slightly forward. She let her tongue run across his fingers, tasting her own juices for a few moments before wrapping her lips around the digits, and sucking ever so gently, letting a small teasing moan escape her lips.
 
He led her through the ship again; many of the slavegirls were being trained in their rooms, but others were up on deck. The crew was not as sexually tense, now, but they still gazed with lust as Kaura walked by. She could see a few of the slavegirls doing deckhand chores, or simply servicing the crew; it seems in that respect, most of their education was more advanced than hers, although apparently her individual innate skill might have been greater.

Back in his cabin, Janek untied her leash cord. "One of the things we will work on this afternoon's training is bondage positions. I'm going to let you choose how you'd like me to take your ass, Elf Slut: On your knees, on your feet, or suspended with rope? That's all the detail I'll give you, but you can make a choice from that." His eyes twinkled a bit, suggesting that it wouldn't be particularly troublesome for her, no matter the choice, but also... he did enjoy the restraint. Pain, he meted out when he had to, or when the slave enjoyed it. It was part of the training, just in case she got sold to a rough Master. But the bondage, that was something he actively appreciated.
 
Kaura felt a slight bit of relief when he pulled her from the room once his fingers were cleaned. The crewmember monitoring the sleeping virgins looked slightly disapointed, but didn't say anything as they left. Kaura followed behind silently, watching the other slavegirls as they performed manual labor, or sexual acts on the deck. For a brief moment she wondered why their training seemed so far ahead of hers. She had only been taken by Janek in private, away from prying eyes, and never had another man in the crew so much as touched her sexually. Was he trying to make the transition easier on her? Was he trying to protect her? She couldn't tell.

They reached the cabin, and he posed the question with a degree of desire in his eyes. She could tell that even if he didn't enjoy beating her, he did like to restain his women. "I think I would like you to suspend me, Master Janek." She said with a smile, choosing the most exciting sounding option. "Is there anything I should be prepared for?"
 
Janek's eyebrows rose, but he smiled. "Well done; suspension is also an advanced technique. But I have seen how you have done with being bound the past few days; tied to the floor, hands cuffed during your very first experience. I shouldn't be surprised you'd jump to the intriguing one."

He maneuvered her to sit her on the edge of the wide bunk, then began to move about the cabin, finding straps, ropes, and metal rings and hooks. "All bondage is about rendering the slave unable to move. Suspension is even more severe; you won't have even the reassurance of being in contact with the ground. Every moment you will have to trust in the support of the ropes and your Master; you will be that much more vulnerable, as a result. This demand to put your trust in your Master, this requirement for giving up your self-reliance; that's at the heart of bondage, so the suspension technique is the strongest expression of that."

<pause for Kaura's reaction, perhaps questions if she has any>
 
Kaura could tell Janek was pleased by her choice, and she had chosen carefully. They had performed on the knees bondage, and she doubted standing would be too different... But the idea of being suspended intruiged her. Perhaps it was her species ease with being in the trees that kept away any fear of being lifted into the air, leaving only the excitement of being almost weightless, and helpless while completely under her Masters control.

Janek knew this too, as he explained, still sounding excited about her choice in bondage. She grinned at him as he worked, wanting to help set up so they could share their mutual release, but she held herself back and sat on the bunk, smiling as he worked. "I trust you completely, Master. In the air, or on the ground, I know you will never do more to me than I can handle."
 
He fixed her with his gaze, and grew sober. "It's good that you trust me, I'm gratified. But I suspect the point is more to learn that you can handle more than you expect, rather than to trust me implicitly. I like to think you can trust me implicitly, but that's not the point of the exercise."

He fed a few lengths of rope through a thick iron ring set in the side of a ceiling beam; it was out of the way and inoffensive up there, so it never came into play. But it was strong and effective, and several lengths of rope fit through it easily. "Well, often, I would have some sorts of straps, but... right now, all I've got is some line. So let's start with that." He took some other lengths and approached her. "First thing we do is immobilize your limbs. Lie back and bend your knees, pulling your heels up to your buttocks..."
 
She paused at just how serious he became, and nodded back, watching him with intrest as he laced the ropes through an iron ring in the cieling beam. "I do trust you, Master Janek." She smiled as she layed back, folding her legs up so her knees were at her chest, and her ankled laid gently just above her ass. Her lips turned up in a sultry smile as she watched him, eager for this new sexual experience.
 
The first thing he did was bind her legs into a bent position, wrapping her thighs and ankles together on each leg, separately. Then he bound her arms from the wrists up to above the elbows, creating a sleeve of knotted rope to completely immobilize her arms behind her back. He lashed her wrist-bindings to bits of her leg bindings, tying all her limbs together. Then he began to bind her torso, framing her breasts with line, and then wrapping the base of her breasts with rope, as well, making them stand out, squeezing them and making them harder, her nipples stiffening. All the torso work wrapped around her shoulders, but he was careful not to wrap around her neck. "The collar would keep giving your lungs air," he said, "but the sensation of being unable to breathe is not a pleasant one, and that's not a lesson I'm teaching tonight."

When her whole body was immobilized and squeezed by the rope, he moved her to the deck, and began attaching the ropes that would lift her into the air. Two of the ropes were fed under her body, cunningly routed through knots and loops and attached to her thigh bindings, so that her own weight would draw her legs apart and up, exposing her most intimate regions to the man who knew them best, anyway. The other ropes were attached more securely. The whole-body network of bindings served to distribute her weight more evenly, so that no one part of her felt particularly strained when she was lifted, and the end result was, by tugging on or tightening any of the four suspension ropes, her body could be angled or lifted in most any way he wanted.

When all was ready, Janek took firm hold of the four ropes, the loose ends on the far side of the ring. He looked at Kaura and nodded. "Ready?"
 
Kaura let Janek guide her into the proper position, typing her down with rope and chord. She didn't struggle, even as the ropes dug tightly into her skin, keeping her in place almost painfully. He tied back her legs, her ankles to her thighs, to her wrists, but her knees open. Her arms were laced together behind her, and he even wound the raped around her chest, looping around her shoulders, but he never touched her throat, explaining that suffocation was not a technique she would learn tonight.

He finished quickly, with an expert ease that clearly displayed his skill and practice at the craft. By the end Kaura felt completely immobilized, vulnerable, unable to move any part of her body below her neck, and completely at Janek's mercy. It was wonderful, and Kaura watched almost eagerly as he began to attach the suspension ropes to her bindings, and stood above her, the ends of the rope in his hands.

Kaura nodded, unable to hide the passionate gaze she gave him. "I am ready, Master."
 
With a couple of strong pulls, he hoisted her up off the ground. Her thighs were pulled wide, stretching the muscles there, but not painfully. She swayed with the gentle rocking of the ship, feeling like she was tightly, uncomfortably wrapped in some kind of all-encompassing hammock. But her breasts stood out from her chest, squeezed into prominence, and occasionally brushing one or the other of the support ropes, sending electric tingles through her body, and her entire lower area was laid open, lewdly exposed, and she was absolutely helpless to do anything about it.

Janek got the height where he wanted it, and fiddled with the angle, finally laying her just about flaw, with her shoulders only slightly raised over the level of her hips. Then he came back and stood in front of her, halting her swaying by taking hold of her thighs. She could feel the pressure of his hands on the rope, but it wasn’t until his hands slid down her thighs to her exposed inner thighs that she actually felt the warmth of his fingers, the slide of his skin on hers as he stroked down the backs of her bound thighs to cup her spread-wide buttocks.
 
Kaura grunted almost silently as she was hoisted into the air, each powerful tug lifting her higher and higher. She ended up at the perfect height for Janek to enter her, and he spent a few moment adjusting her angle until he was satisfied. She was only slightly tilted up, her thighs spread for his entry. She was already wet from anticipation, her needy juices soaking between her thighs, cleaqrly exposed to him given the way he hadher tied. She smiled up at him, still slightly flushed as he halted her slight swaying.

She could feel his hands rub over her, his slightly calloused fingers stroking and teasing the smooth skin of her thighs. She sighed softly, smiling happily at him, "I am ready whenever you are, my Master Janek."
 
He saw and scented how aroused she was. The bondage, the discomfort, it had all sexualized for her, and she was ready, more than ready, for anything he wanted to give her. This was why he considered her advanced in her training; her sexual response was through the upper deck, arcing over the crow's nest. It was the rest of it that he was facing with her, and finding a strange disquiet at the prospect of. But no matter, that wasn't the consideration of the moment.

His member was almost painfully rigid, standing at full attention perpendicular to his hips. He stepped up to her, and his cockhead lined up perfectly with her sloppy, needful cunt. He rested it there, getting it soaked with the juices that flowed so freely from between her lips, trickling down her exposed perineum and across her anus, to veritably drip and spatter on the deck. He slid his cockhead up and down, sighing and teasing. Then he reached up, grabbed two of the ropes, and leaned back a fraction, lifiting her hips just that edge higher as he leaned his pelvis forward and speared straight into her ass, feeling the tight wrinkle, utterly slick with her juices from just above, slide against his flesh like a wet fist, easing open for his bulk as he pushed forward, forcing himself in. He wasn't hurried, he wasn't brutal, but he started with a steady push and didn't stop, didn't pause to let her adjust, until he was grinding his hips against her buttocks, fully socketed within her. Only then did he pause and sigh.
 
Kaura found the entire prospect of being bound and at the mercy of Janek arousing, and her body displayed her need wonderfully, the thin streams of her ready juices already flowing to dampen her thighs and buttocks. Her Master took full advantage of her arousal, rubbing his cock across her pussy to dampen it, and she shivered at the contact, biting her lip softly at the sensation as it.

Finally he grabbed the roped, and pulled, his hips moving forward. He lined up perfectly with her, the head of his cock spreading her wrinkled bud. She groaned at the sensation, but he didn't stop, moving in her until he was fully enveloped in her body. He ground his hips against her, swirling his cock, and it made her gasp again, and clench tightly over his cock. She wanted to move with him, grind to his hips, bounce over him to give them both pleasure, but bound she was helpless. She was at his mercy, a slave to his every whim and desire, and she found herself enjoying it all the more. She bit her lip softly to keep from begging him to move, eager to have him use her at his own speed.
 
He relaxed into the sensation of her body clenching around him, squeezing him, and he began to nudge with his hips, pushing her as she hung there, and then pulling back. At first, her body just moved with him, but eventually he pushed hard enough, she swung away a little farther from him, and his draw-back slid him out of her grasping butthole. As she swung back toward him, he rocked his hips forward again, a gentle slap of his hips on her spread-wide buttocks. The impact pushed her farther away, sliding a little more of him out of her, and he waited for her to come back.

It was almost gentle, and it was certainly low-energy, letting her momentum and the ship's rocking provide most of the energy, but he could tell, it was that very helplessness that was working at her, arousing her, making her breathe harder as she stared up at him, her hair swaying as it hung loose beneath her. He loved the way her tight ring of muscle clenched at him, as if she wanted to keep him within her, but she was already learning to relax it a little as he slid inside again. He could do this all night, enjoying the slide of her, just standing there and feeling her move with hardly any effort. But he mostly just wanted to see how long it would take before the pleasure and the desire got to her, what with the utter inability to do anything about it. That was going to be part of the lesson for this evening, when to let out the lust, and how.
 
Janek began to rock, slowly, pushing her away with powerful thrusts of his hips. A few hard thrusts and she was swinging freely, bouncing off his hips with the help of the gentle rocking of the ship. She was, in every way, completely atr his mercy. She couldn't control the speed of the rocking, or even move to respond.

She clenched tightly on him as he pulled out, shuddering at the way his cock felt as it moved inside of her, and relaxing when he entered again, letting the thrust be clean and smooth. She was already feeling the glorious pleasure swelling inside of her, and she struggled and pulled against the restraints for some kind of relief. It was too much for her to stand, waves of mind numbing pleasure that drove away every thought except the need for more., She arched to the ropes, ighing as they dug into her flesh wonderfully. "Master... May I have more please Master Janek?" She begged desperately, her voice coming in short and passion filled gasps.
 
Without a word, he caressed her swinging thigh with his right hand, down to the exposed, spread lips of her cunt. His stroking fingers slid inside, completely effortlessly; with the amount of lubrication she was generating, he doubted he'd have much more than token resistance to his entire hand, if that's what he wished. But no, he just slid his fingers in, three of them, pushing them roughly past her re-grown hymen, knowing the momentary snap of pain from that would help push her farther to where she wanted to be.

Once his fingers were able to slide in deep, he hooked them upward, gripping her. He turned her cunt into a hand-hold, a grip with which to rock her body, and that's exactly what he did. His thumb landed squarely on her clit, but he didn't have to spend any effort rubbing it; the movements of his hand as he started to control her swinging more directly, they took care of the friction his thumb needed to deliver to her most sensitive button. And in the meantime, his primary goal with the whole thing was to increase the speed and force of his plunges into her talented ass. Even with her utter helplessness, she was still figuring out ways to make his experience hotter, and she was succeeding gloriously.

Just for good measure, however, he reached out with his free hand and rather straightforwardly flicked at her nipples, pushed high by the bindings and made rock-hard by her arousal. He thought he might as well appeal to all her centers of pleasure, as long as he was pushing her into this new experience. It was the least he could do to repay the favor.
 
Kaura tensed as his stroking hand moved down her body, carressing her gently as he moved to her pussy. Her swinging didn't slow, and she moaned in estacy as he lined his fingers up with her, pushing in as she swung down again. She gasped, arching and twisting in the ropes as he shoved post her cherry once again. The pain was glorioud, and then he hooked his fingers up, pressing his thumb to her sensitive button she could only think to inhale sharply, a desperate gasp. He used her pussy as a handle, pulling her into his strokes, hard and fast thrusts that jarred her body wonderfully in her bindings.

Another moan burst from her as he flicked at her nipples, sending waves of wonderful pleasure surging through her body. Her head fell back as she struggled against the ropes too arch, writhing and pulling in her esctacy. A thin line of drool escaped her, and she looked up at Janek, tilting her head again to watch him, a wild and lust filled expression on her face as she panted heavily, "May I come Master?" She begged, "Please, has this dirty Elf whore pleased you enough to orgasm for you now?"
 
He found himself panting as her body worked him expertly, beyond expertly, even; her rectum clenched and squeezed and massaged him in a way that was preternaturally pleasurable. As she moaned, he grinned in wild ecstasy himself. "Seems like my filthy little butt-slave Elf Slut is either inattentive or forgetful, since I've told her several times that she's allowed to come as often as she can. I've got no use for a slave bitch who can't listen, now do I? Should I trade you out with one of the other slavegirls, see if she can get it right? Hm?"

He pumped even harder, mashing and rubbing with his thumb. "Just for that, no, you can't come. Not until after I do. Once I'm finished unloading in your slutty little hungry ass, then and only then can you beg me for permission to pop yourself off like a cheap Ettarrian street whore. That's your penance for not remembering what I already fucking told you."

Through it all, his voice was genial, friendly, if roughened by his efforts and his own mounting passion, and his face never ceased its pleased, ecstatic smiling, despite the harshness of his words. It was as if this was simply the way one talked to a sex slave in that position and situation, just as normal as saying please and thank you at a formal dinner.
 
Kaura's eyes widened as he spoke, her eyes locking onto his. It wasn't his denying her pleasure that make her heart plummet, and her eyes fill with hurt for a brief moment before she caught herself. He still grinned at her, his hips pumping even faster than before. She smiled back, hesitant for a moment. He seemed so willing to replace her for another slavegirl, or at least to threaten it to unnerve her.

His thumb on her clit rubbed harder, as if he was testing her ability to hold back. She refused to give into it, biting her lip to hold back the waves of pleasure that he sent surging through her with every movement he made. She was so close it was almost impossible to hold off her ecstasy, but she couldn't disappoint him again.

She clenched her ass over him, gripping and relaxing as he thrust in and out of her. Anything to please him, and show her worth as a slave so he wouldn't try to replace her with one of the human women below decks. She found the idea of him abandoning her far more painful than even the idea of being used by the other men in the crew.
 
His words (especially the threat to replace her, an entirely empty threat, although she had no way of knowing that) had the desired effect, as she worked her only possible muscles, twitching in her bonds and clenching around him, massaging his shaft as he moved her up and down on it. He brought her body to the brink, and didn't really try to push it over, but used her, instead, essentially to masturbate himself, as if she was just a tool to that effect. And yes, that also was part of the lesson.

And yes, she was so innately talented, he soon felt his orgasm rising, and there was literally no reason to hold back. He started to rock her harder, slapping her against him as he stood still on the deck, literally slamming her exposed hips against his, as he began to pant and gasp at holding back his own orgasm. His fingers left her cunt, and instead wrapped around her thighs, yanking her bodily as she swung.

Finally he pulled her hard against him and held her there, grunting hard, as he swelled and twitched and finally exploded within her, jetting streams of his semen deep into her rectum, filling her ass with his seed. As he pulsed and emptied himself, he gasped, and finally managed to stutter "B-beg me now, Elf Slut, beg me to come..."
 
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