Amra sucks...

She couldn’t help herself. With her fingers stuffed in her hungry and tight pussy and the masculine scent filling her nostrils the shrunken former barbarian was losing herself. She could scarcely comprehend how much she had changed.

At two foot tall she was a third of her former height. Imps were tiny fawning things that would never have commanded Amra the Barbarian. But as a Dryad the former barbarian couldn’t resist the imp. She licked down his shaft, tonguing his balls like a true sex ****. The thought made her little sex quiver with need. ****. Property. Collared.

She could help but notice the almost barbed nature of his cock and it made her wonder.

As though reading her mind he pushed her back onto her back and grabbed her waist, lifting her up so his purple cock sat at her rose petal lips of her sex. Her eyes widened in amazement and then he thrust into her and she became a lost thing...

It felt incredible, like the best **** she’d ever taken. Her insides stretched to accomodate his girth. He was almost too large for her. Thrusting all the way home she felt his ball sack brush her ass cheeks, the barbed head of his cock inciting much pleasure as it moved into her and pressed against her cervix. He pulled back and she almost swooned as the barbs rubbed her insides. They weren’t sharp but she could feel their insistent tugging inside her moist sex.