Your Master Makes You Watch

The seeded warrior draws back from his cock, but her hands continue desperately thrusting at her pussy through her leather pants. Her hair is in disarray, tears stream down her eyes. She spits, but some gets caught in the strands of hair over her face.

"Oh god," she cries. "What....what is happening to me?"

You take a step forward. The harlot...the interloper is away from Roonire. Now you can return to your owner. Show him that he doesn't need this slut. You take a step forward, hand reaching out anxiously towards his exposed cock. You can practically taste it on your tongue.

"No," he smacks your hand away.

You gasp in shock. You've never heard him take such a stern tone with you. The part of your mind that is chemically dependent on him panics. You avert your eyes from his gaze.

"Sit," he points downward. The minute he says it, your knees feel weak. You slide to the ground. the thought of his displeasure makes you panic. At the same time your normal human brain is still aware. You marvel at how completely a stern glare and some strong orders turn your will to jelly. You can't help but be turned on by it.

"You will obey," he gives your hair a small pet. "I must seed the new Ash'aro further. You will remain here until I tell you to move." Then he turns around and walks back towards the warrior woman. While Roonire had been distracted, she had fallen to the ground pitifully trying to squirm away, while still furiously pumping her pussy. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't do anything more then tease herself.

"I will obey..." you whisper. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch the tribe of wugs approach the woman. their scaly hands reach over her leather outfit, pulling and tugging and searching for straps. She tries to struggle against the horde of wugs, but her body is wiggling and shivering too much to mount a real fight. Within half a minute she's stripped down entirely naked.

Despite her shivering body, the woman tries her best to cover herself. She closes her thighs tight and crosses an arm over her ample bosom. The other is still teasing her soaked pussy. Her eyes are big and wide and teary.

"Please. Oh god." she whimpers, looking up at Roonire. "I'm..I'm an important messenger. You have to let me through. Oh god...your cock...oh god please let me go..."

"You are confused, little one." Roonire says, taking a step forward. He places his hands on her thighs and gently eases them open, the trembling warrior offers no fight. Then he pulls her hand from her sex. It goes limp to the side. "I will help you. Soon you will not worry or struggle." Then he takes his cock and slides it into her. the other wugs stand in a circle above the pair, now stroking their own amphibious cocks.

Meanwhile, where you are seated, your legs still feel weak. You wanted to crawl over to him, have him pump his cock into your eager pussy instead, but his command is a tighter chain then the shackles. Consumed by your own lust and with no other recourse, your own hands slide down to your pussy, though you know well by now that you need your owner's help to cum.