Returning to Sarvas Part 14 - Stisea

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Ahsch allowed Stisea to get him fully hard and ready before he dragged her off his cock and positioned her to service his balls, his length resting heavily across her face. As she gently sucked and licked, moaning the whole time, he let his mind drift, considering how to proceed. He could pin her down and ravish her as he had Ivrine and Xitia, but a repeat of that felt almost boring - not to mention, Stisea wouldn’t struggle so deliciously as Xitia did, and dominating her wouldn’t make the _statement _it had with Ivrine. Making gentle love to her like with Felori didn’t seem right either, nor the rather impersonal approach Dheqae had wanted, with someone else attending him until he was ready to finish. Though the idea of letting someone else do most of the work sounded nice, given how vigorous the evening had been. At the same time, just letting the shy little brunette set the pace didn’t seem proper.

Although, he paused, Stisea does seem to very much enjoy serving, so maybe she can serve and do the work, we’ll just trade her mouth for her tight little cunt.

Reaching down, he tangled his hand into the mousy satyr’s hair, pulling her off and up out of the pool. The way her tongue lolled out and her gaze stayed eagerly fixed on his cock for a few moments was simply adorable. Ahsch was fairly rough as he stood, though he kept his grip low to **** Stisea to crawl alongside him, then guided her over to a broad divan. He positioned her atop it, still on her hands and knees, then shoved her head down and made her arch her back. She was panting like a bitch in heat, then squealing and whimpering after his hand left a nice mark on her ass, the crack of the spank somehow echoing in the infinite space.

Kneeling behind her, Ahsch slowly eased his cock into her tight, exquisite pussy, bottomed out… then stopped, one hand lightly resting above her ass, the other on the back of the divan. After a few moments, Stisea let out a confused, pleading noise, and Ahsch gave her butt another sharp spank. She yelped and fell silent, and Ahsch still didn’t move.

Another pleading whine bought her another spank, and this time she squirmed back and forth as the sting burned her ass. When Ahsch didn’t stop or punish her, she paused, then slowly began to move her hips again, first side-to-side, then in a small circle.

“Good girl,” Ahsch purred.

She began to thrust herself back against him. Ahsch rubbed her reddened ass, his thumb apply light pressure to her puckered hole. Stisea shivered and moaned, and her thrusts became more forceful.

Soon, she was all but dancing, her hips swinging back and forth, pelvis rotating forward and back as she bucked against him. Her moans and pants filled the air, punctuated by encouraging slaps and gropes.

“You’re quite the **** driver.”

Ahsch looked up as Ivrine knelt beside him, her tits wrapped around his arm as the herd queen rested one hand on his shoulder, the other slipping between his legs to lightly fondle his balls. He grinned at her. “She isn’t complaining.”

Ivrine smirked back. “No, I suppose she isn’t.”

“Hmph,” Xitia made an almost disapproving noise as she walked over and placed herself mirroring her leader. “First time she’s with a male and her instinct is to submit like a pet?” She shook her head, her hand landing in a harsh spank on Stisea’s ass. “It’s almost disgraceful.”

“Now now,” Felori chided, coming up to embrace Ahsch from behind, her hands lightly stroking his chest as she rested her chin on his shoulder. “Not everyone wants to fight for dominance, Xitia. Some prefer a softer touch. Others prefer to be put in their place right away.”

“And some of us prefer to put _others _in their place,” Dheqae called from the pool where she lounged, enjoying the show but not wanting to participate any further herself.

Ahsch was a bit distracted from the conversation, however, his mind still stuck on what Xitia had said. “Her first time…?” he echoed.

“Mmhmm,” Felori confirmed. “Shy little Stisea never got a human to take her to bed before now, though plenty of her herd-sisters have had her in theirs, much to all of our delight.”

Something shorted in Ahsch’s brain for a moment, and he reached down without thinking to roughly grab the mousy brunette’s horn and yank her back, the satyr crying out in lewd anticipation as her back arched. “Mine,” Ahsch growled, his other hand wrapping tightly around her throat.

He’d already said that to one of the satyrs before, but something was different this time. When he’d ‘claimed’ Xitia, she had prompted it, and furthermore, there had been much more play involved - their dynamic was still one of sexual competition, with few strings attached.

Comparatively, the way Ahsch’s new Aura of Domination surged, focused intently on Stisea, the _meaning _that dripped from his words, he knew…

Clarity returned for a moment, and he quickly cast two spells in quick succession. Stisea, he said urgently.

…What… I’m… confusion colored her voice, the satyr startled at the clarity of her mind - and from hearing Ahsch’s voice in her head.

I’m making you and offer, Stisea, he interjected. I can feel it, the desire to claim you, make you truly mine… but I won’t if you don’t want me to.

Make me yours…? she murmured. You want to… She cut herself off. Yes, she replied after a moment. Make me yours. Claim me!

Ahsch questioned the wisdom of personally taking yet _another _individual so intimately into his web of relationships, but… wisdom be damned.

He leaned in, lips resting against her goat-like ear. “Pledge your loyalty to me,” he instructed her. “Bind yourself to me with an oath of obedience and submission.” He sent an impression of what Dominant’s Tithe would mean for her through Daydreamweave, saw her falter as hesitation briefly entered her emotional aura, and then…

“I give myself to you, Ahsch, Prophet of Enochiel, to be owned and to serve as your faithful servant, in whatever way you wish!”

Dominant’s Tithe activated, and Ahsch tightened his grip around her throat. “Good girl,” he growled, as he finally began to fuck her, fuck _his _mousy little satyr. His balls churned, and a low groan rumbled deep in his throat. “Cum for me,” he snarled, then slammed deeply into her, his load shooting into her ready, eager, virgin womb.

Stisea bucked and writhed and shivered in his grasp, enough that he actually had to hold on as she senselessly spasmed in pleasure and joy. Overcome with primal desire, Ahsch slammed her down into the divan and began to rut in her again, and shortly after he came again. And only a few moments later, he repeated it again. And once again.

All told, Ahsch filled his newly-claimed Thrall and mate six times before he finally collapsed limply atop her, his balls aching, with Ivrine, Xitia, and Felori still at hand, lightly caressing and stroking both him and his mate.