Returning to Sarvas Part 11 - Xitia

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Compared to the thorough, admittedly rough way he had fucked Ivrine, sex with Xitia was more akin to wrestling than anything else. Which was why he had initiated by pinning her down and getting himself hilted into her hot cunt before she could really start doing much else.

To be fair, she started off only ‘resisting’ with ineffectual squirms and bucks, testing the waters, so to speak. But she slowly ramped up the strength of her struggles until Ahsch could tell that she was truly fighting to break his grip, to upset his balance, to slip out from beneath him.

That he continued to ravish her with relative ease seemed to only make her hotter, and he was fairly certain that her first orgasm came a moment after the realization that she really couldn’t escape him without help or his participation. Grinning as the fiery satyr orgasmed beneath him, Ahsch leaned in and hissed in her ear, “Next time, I should probably let you loose in the woods and chase you down before pinning you in the dirt and **** your tight little fuckhole, shouldn’t I?”

She came again, her wail high-pitched enough to become inaudible several times.

Ahsch moved to her neck and bit firmly, then over and set his teeth on either side of her throat, teasing for a moment before biting, the **** just shy of breaking skin. Xitia continued to squirm and writhe, and as her sense returned, she resumed her vain efforts to fight her way free.

Easing up on his absolute dominance to her struggles, Ahsch allowed himself to be shoved up and off her, just enough that his cock slipped free from her snatch. Xitia instantly rolled onto her belly and quickly tried to crawl away. Within a second, Ahsch had settled his weight back down on her, and as one hand moved down to direct his cock back between the satyr’s legs, his other wrapped around her throat and squeezed, properly **** her. “Now, now,” he quietly chided in her ear, “be a good little breeder and let me fill you.” He slammed down into her in one quick, powerful motion and groaned in delight. Then, as he withdrew, his free hand cupped over her mound and started to strum her clit, gently at first, but increasing the pressure and speed with every one of his brutal thrusts.

He kept that up until Xitia went insensate again, her body shivering in mind-broken bliss, then flipped her over and swung her legs up onto his shoulders. Leaning against her to keep her pinned, he gently slapped her cheeks until she began to rouse, then bided his time for her to come around by mauling her perky breasts, his thumbs and forefingers catching her hard nipples and pinching and twisting, causing her to squirm and writhe.

Eventually, she was awake enough to remember to start struggling in earnest, and Ahsch quickly made her helpless by once again sinking his cock into her wet, clenching pussy as he put his full weight against her until she was bent in half with her legs touching the horns on the side of her head. “You know what they call this where I’m from?” he asked with a smirk. The competitive satyr made a questioning grunt as she continued her struggling. “The mating press,” he said, hands grabbing her ankles and keeping her legs pinned down as he began to fuck her hard again.

As he pounded into Xitia, she continued to struggle, rolling side to side and bringing her hands up in between their bodies to try and push him off. Ahsch let her resist freely for a few minutes, both of them enjoying her helplessness, then caught her hands, brought her arms around on the outside of her legs, and pinned her hands against her own ankles with his own as he carried on ravaging her.

As he kept fucking her, he kept up a stream of dirty-talk, from condescending her continued struggles, to compliments about just how fuckable her tight, hot cunt was, to sharing fantasies about keeping her pregnant and bound, except after she’d given birth, when she would be let free to try and run away, only for him to chase her down and fuck her into the ground and knock her up once again, continuing the cycle. He varied his pace with her struggles, going hard and fast when she had enough presence of mind to continue indulging her kink, and slowing or stopping when her eyes would roll back in orgasm and she stopped resisting, taking time to smack or pinch or grope her until she came to once again.

They changed positions multiple times, always with Ahsch on top and Xitia pinned beneath him, and always with his cock reaching deep inside her as he pounded into her savagely. The hrafthi could sense the attention of the crowd on him, and he could almost feel how impressed many of the satyrs were at his stamina, and how well he had read Ivrine and Xitia, how satisfied they were.

And, as he continued to ravish the latter, he could feel something else growing inside him, pulsing, ebbing and flowing as he established his dominance over the strugglefuck queen. He smirked to himself as he realized what it was - Object of Worship, providing its first Innate Magic for one of his domains. Aura of Domination was a simple, straightforward bit of magic, mostly passive as it merely exuded a sense that Ahsch was dominant, that he held authority. He could increase or decrease the intensity of the aura, or even focus it, though increasing it or controlling the target would cost Mana.

Playing around with it, he kept it relatively weak towards the crowd around him, but also managed to focus it towards Xitia as she roused from an orgasmic stupor once again. Her eyes went wide as he burned some Mana on an intense burst of pure domination in her direction. “What are you?” he growled, curious what her answer would be.

“Yours,” she whimpered, her pussy fluttering around his length.

Ahsch grinned. “Mine,” he agreed, maintaining a slow, brutal pace. “My little breeding toy. My strugglefuck slut. That’s _my _womb I’m going to impregnate, _my _pussy I’m using.”

“Yours!” she wailed, cumming hard, and this time, Ahsch finally joined her in orgasm, slamming into her and growling like an animal as he filled her with his seed. His new Aura flared on instinct, and a series of cries from the crowd informed whatever sliver of sanity left in the hrafthi that a number of the watching satyrs had cum at the wave of domination that passed through them.

After almost a minute, his balls finally ceased their pumping, and he weakly sat back and slid out of Xitia, a small flood of his seed leaking out. Breathing hard, he looked over at Felori, who was casually stroking her own clit.