Let him choose

"I am a virgin" the twinge of excitement and surprise was visible even in the shrewd slaver's face, he was visibly pleased at how she had manipulated him with so little experience of her own. "Why don't you choose for me?"

His eyes almost immediately went to the lumbering form of his Ogre gladiator, a ten foot tall misshapen giant with beady eyes, puffy face and a wide mouth with ill fitting teeth. Daphne's eyes went down to the creature's crotch area, but she couldn't figure out just how big its cock would be, hidden as it was by a furry pelt.

She returned her eyes to the slaver, but his attention had already drifted to another of his specimens, now a shapely dark elf female yielding a wicked looking curved sword. Her skin had a purple hued tone and she was blind folded, but that didnt appear to hinder her in the least. Daphne looked her up and down, puzzled, but when she returned to the slaver his attention had already drifted away.

It then rested on a handsome looking man, easily 6'3" tall, with chiseled muscles and an oily, bronze tan that made him look like a perfect godly sculpture. He was yielding a long spear against a wemic, a monstrous creature with the lower part of a lion and the upper part of a man, except his face also sported a huge white mane and the feline features of the king of the animals. He was very good, meeting the monster strike by strike, all the while wary of the constant threat the leonine paws offered.

The slaver didn't move his attention from the fight, his mind was probably set. He called them to attention "Siheow" A word was enough for the two gladiators to part, and bow to the slaver. "Your company is required." Daphne took a step forward, but to her surprise it was the wemic, not the man that stood again.

She had time to closer scrutinize him as he came to her. His flat nosed face and small eyes didn't betray lust, at least not in any sense she could recognize. His mane was grizzled, perhaps a sign of age if it wasn't the natural color for his species. He took her in his arms, making her yell in surprise, she vaguely noticed the drills restarting as she was carried away. He was very warm, in fact much warmer than her, and had a very strong, thick odor to him.

The room he brought her to was much like the first room she visited, airy, pleasant, with cushions and beverage. "thirsty" he told her as he put her down, and she went over to fetch him a drink. There was a large goblet, far larger than the ones she had before, so was it his room? She didn't know, but filled the cup with the chilled wine she tasted before, tried it, and then brought it to him.

"You no elf" His command of her language was very poor, and she nodded her agreement. "I am a Red Wizard" this caused puzzlement on him. "My name is Daphne" why was she introducing herself to him? She had just met the beast, and he didn't show any signs of interest.

"Daphne" he echoed her name, and she felt her heart flutter harder. There was something very majestic about this wemic, even if he wasn't Thayan or even human. "Siheow" she knew his name, of course, but gave him the courtesy of formal introductions, strange as it was.

"Can I touch you?" she asked, her voice was surprisingly nervous. He gave a quick nod. He was still several degrees warmer than she was, or at least that was how it felt. His skin had a rough consistency, his muscles were much harder than anything else she ever felt. On a whim she decided to lean closer and kiss his chest, it had a salty taste. She dig her nails, hard as she could, but it wasn't strong enough to even bother him.

"Aren't you going to touch me?" she asked, annoyed at his self control. "When ready" he replied.

"What do you mean?" she asks, but it was Mumed who answered her, from the doorway. "He is waiting for you to assume position so he can mount you. His kind has some very specific mating habits." The slaver entered the room and moved to cushions some ten feet away from them.

"I didn't expect sex to be this complicated" She japed "What position is that?"

"Just lay down on the cushions, you can use them to raise your ass up. I dont suggest for you to try to stay on all fours, you should make yourself comfortable." There was a sadistic glee to his voice, but Daphne knew her first time was going to hurt. Possibly a lot, considering how much larger the wemic was compared to her. But she complied.

The apprehension returned when his feline form moved over her. He barely put any weight on her, and she knew she would be crushed if he laid over her. She felt his penis brushing her pussy, but inevitably missing its mark as it slid elsewhere. He tried maybe seven or eight times, and just when she was about to complain about his ineptitude his spear headed cock found its mark and shoved in.

During her apprenticeship she was submitted to **** on occasion, either to teach her fortitude or as punishment for some failure, but she had never felt such intense, acute pain. It was like someone had just torn out a chunk of her flesh. She screamed until she found a cushion to muffle her mouth. Even then she was loath to let others see her pain and discomfort. His intrusion laid still, she could feel him inside her, taunting her pain.

"Go on" Mumed ordered, and Daphne discovered the wemic had just began to enter her. She whimpered in pain as the ... thing... continued to rake inside her, but she found it even worse when he began to pull back. He continued for maybe a dozen of times while Daphne focused inwardly, trying to shield herself from the pain, when she noticed that Mumed came much closer, with a new cup, this time filled with a golden liquid.

"Drink this, it will make the pain go away" but for some reason Daphne rebuked him, told him to get out of her face. A new thrust made her scream again, her concentration broken. The **** not only continued, but picked up pace. She was afraid that she would die, and that even if she survived, her body would be forever damaged.

She had no idea how long it lasted, but eventually she heard Siheow groan and felt his cock begin to pulse. In some part she was amazed at how she could still feel anything at all midst so much pain. She felt him filling her up with his cum, it bathed her with new-found warmth, and it seemed to spread all over her pelvic area. She heard herself pant, and realized how sweaty she was.

"Bane almighty!" she groaned when she felt him thrust inside her again, she had assumed her ordeal was over! She looked up to Mumed, overjoyed at her surprise and plight. She opened her mouth again, this time a moan coming out rather than a scream. He shoved in again, and it was almost the same motion that pushed her lungs and made the sound echo again. The mixture of liquids inside her made it easier for him to sleek in and out of her, but hardly enough to make it painless.

"A wemic mating can go for hours, if not days" he taunted her. Maybe it was the vocalization that she found so cathartic, but each thrust had more ecstasy and less pain. She couldn't imagine how it could sum up to the gifts Avrak had given her, the feeling of stepping on heaven and swimming between clouds, but at some level knew that was where she was headed.

It just took her more than an hour of uninterrupted fucking to get there.

Seeing her languid form beneath the bulking behemoth, Mumed ordered "That is enough" and without a second though the lion man removed his cum and blood covered cock from her abused pussy. She made an obnoxious noise as all the pumped air made its way out, it startled her back to attention regardless of her fatigue.

She moved her hands to her crotch, unsurprising also drenched wet with unsavory liquids. She closed her eyes and could just still feel how his cock had moved inside her. Her fingers quickly found how sensitive the whole area was. A shame, she so carved another fuck. "I will also need a bodyguard." the words came out of her mouth on their own. "Would you mind if I took this specimens out of your hands?"