What the hell? In for a penny…

“You’re going to be a good boy now, and do as you’re told.” Ashera slid her tongue slowly up the side of her boss’s face, going from the base of his jaw to the tip of his pointed ear. Orcish instinct awoke to the taste of him, signaling to her brain that she’d found a fine mate. Take him, mount him, breed!

Without even looking she was able to yank down Ailmer’s well-tailored trousers and boxers in one motion, his narrow hips making so she didn’t even need to unbuckle his belt. Clothing out of the way she reached her free hand back up and captured his manhood. Sack cradled her palm while her thumb wrapped overtop his shaft, she massaged the whole lot of him.

“Tell the board that you authorized the extra equipment for Villia.”

“…can’t…”

Frowning, Ashera transferred some of the pressure on his throat to his balls, giving him a little more air to speak with but making her displeasure known. He gasped and whimpered, his cock getting harder under her abusive grasp.

“That’s not what I want to hear.”

“The board’s known about the embezzlement for weeks. They wanted an iron-clad case against you so you couldn’t sue. It’s too late.”

Well… shit. Now what? Maybe she could form some sort of alternate plan? Ailmer was putty in her hands, their had to be some way to use that. The problem was her own body was humming with desire, and it was impossible to fucking think.

Growling in frustration she hefted the Elf away from the wall, spun him around and dropped him ass first onto the carpet. Ripping off her own mini-skirt without a care she straddled him on the floor, one knee on either side of his hips, quick so he couldn’t get away. Not that he was trying too.

A clatter of torn button fell to the floor around them as she **** open his shirt, and she was pleased to find that while lean, the Elf was well toned with wiry muscle. In fact, he probably could have been putting up far more of a fight if he’d wanted too. It didn’t matter. He was a thrall, a breeding stud, and if he knew his place all the better.

“Heh, maybe I ought to breed you.” Ashera pinned her lover’s shaft between her warm silk panties and his own belly, teasing him as she rocked her hips back and forth. “Child support from a rich prick like you would solve all my problems, now wouldn’t it?”

“Yes!” The Elf’s sudden, enthusiastic response took Ashera by surprise. She froze on top of him and he took hold of her hips, the first time he’d dared touch her since they’d started. “Forget the firm! Come to my home, be my Mistress. You’ll never have to work another day in your life!”