Becoming Lae-zel's

What followed was hard to describe, Lae-zel's treatment of you somewhere between passionate love-making and ****. She raked your flesh with claws and teeth, marking you as hers with wounds that in many cases would surely leave a scar. But her **** went deeper than that - she also scarred your mind. Savouring your submission the aroused Githyanki seemed to consume you as she staked her claim upon your body and soul. She nibbled and bit at your trembling flesh, scraping you with her fingers as she explored her new pet. She whispered softly all the while, a surprisingly sweet sound given the horrors she described. The horrors that befell those who displeased their Githyanki masters. Threats of ****, of mutilation and worse were interspersed with lewd, sexual acts, Lae'zel's tongue snaking into places that sent shivers up your spine. The effect was intense, the conflicting sensations of physical pleasure and the mental anguish of abject fear leaving you a quivering mess.

Your reactions only seemed to encourage Lae-zel who delighted in poking and prodding just as much as caressing you. Despite your fear, or perhaps because of it you quickly became hard again and the Gith took advantage, tearing through your breeches to free your cock before violently impaling herself on it, riding you as if storming into battle upon a steed with no concern or consideration for your comfort or well-being. And to your shame, when she threw her head back and climaxed, so did you, erupting deep into the dominant Githyanki's tight passage.

Having calmed slightly after her orgasm, Lae-zel chuckled to herself as she slipped off your softening organ and shuffled her way up, eventually positioning herself above your face. Her sodden cunt glistened in the moonlight but you were only able to catch a glimpse before it decended upon you, smothering your face. She rode you like that for what seemed like hours, forcing you to swallow down her juices and your own load while she came again and again. Several times you nearly blacked out due to the lack of air but Lae-zel always seemed to know when to back off and let you breathe. Again it was clear she was toying with you, treating you as her plaything but as yet another erection attested, part of you at least seemed to be enjoying the ****.

Lae-zel noticed your arousal - she missed little, especially when it came to you. Another mocking chuckle purred from her chest as she moved back down to straddle your thighs, stroking your cock with one hand while she pressed the other into your mouth. She ordered you to suck which of course you did, lathering her long, slender digits with saliva and the remnants of your shared bodily fluids. Once sufficiently slick, Lae-zel removed her fingers from your mouth, quickly snaking them down to your other opening. She wasted no time teasing, instead thrusting a long, thin finger past your resistance easily and holding it there, deep in your ass. She stroked your aching cock gently as she whispered, "A final gift to you, my pet. This will conclude the ceremony and we can rest. Tomorrow your new life at my feet will commence."

You could only manage a gargled sob in response as Lae-zel slid another long digit inside you. The feeling of fullness had only just started to become bearable, but the unexpected addition was enough to make you squirm. Then when the Githyanki began to move, curling up her fingers as if beckoning you to her it almost broke your mind. Her clawed nails scraped delightfully over your sensitive nerves, sending flashes of bright white light into the back of your eyelids as you writhed beneath her. The addition of a third finger had you screaming - tormented wails of pleasure echoing out across the camp as you lost yourself. Lae-zel spoke softly all the while, soothing, threatening... gloating. As your back arched painfully, every nerve in your body poised to unleash in an almighty crescendo she repeated a now familiar command, her fingers falling still as she awaited your response.

"Say the words!" she hissed, your stretched anus pulsing around her fingers as you sucked in breath.

"I am yours!" you gasped, instantly rewarded by Lae-zel who resumed finger fucking you. As your new mistress milked you, thick strands of semen shooting onto your chest you began to babble, your frenzied cries loud enough to wake the dead.

"I am yours! I am yours! I am yours!" The words became your mantra as your world contracted to nothing more than Lae-zel. Your better. Your mistress. Your life now.