Aaaaaaa

Lyra opens wide. The orc grips her head roughly, and stuffs the panties inside. Lyras tastebuds are soaked in her own needy juices.

Aakha did this to her. Reduced her to a wet drooling mess. Lyra loves it.

"Hands behind your back" the orc commands roughly.

Lyra obeys. Tight ropes wrap around her arms, and they are bound securely behind her. She wiggles in the restraints, but she is helpless.

Aakha pulls the scarf back up over Lyras mouth, flooding her nose with alpha pheremonoes, and reaches down to grope her little toys breasts, kneeding the squishing flesh.

Lyra whimpers into her gag. She needs to be fucked. She needs it so much. But Aakha is in charge. Her Alpha. All she can do is whine and plead with her eyes.

Aakha teases her little slut for a moment longer, then pulls away.

"Come on bitch. The hunt is not over"