Hell Yeah

Silvan looked Winona over, thinking it through carefully. He already knew she was whoring herself for extra money and didn't seem to want her husband touching her. Just from what little she had allowed him to say, Silvan believed it was Winona, not Gert, that was the real power in the tavern. She probably wanted a man who could put her in her place, and Gert wasn't that man. So why did she marry him? It wasn't Silvan's business. What was his business was that this shapely older woman was asking him to bed. Normally he wouldn't fuck a human for anything. Fellgist didn't make love. They established initial dominance before a frenzied fucking that was half dirty rutting and half fighting for control. In the end, one was always on top, smiling down at a very happy loser. Humans weren't made for that. Their skin wasn't as thick, so their hides bled too easily when sharp teeth came into play.

But Silvan could see that Winona wasn't looking for something gentle or easy. She wanted to feel like a woman and have passion that went beyond what her weak husband could give her. Though, in all honesty, Silvan was a bit out of practice. Mona and Slippy could easily take the worst he could give, so he didn't hold back while fucking them. But little Tila had gotten to a soft spot in him, so he had always been gentle with her after their first meeting. Maybe he could find a happy medium for him and Winona if he took that into account. He suppressed the urge to sigh as he took up the role he knew Winona wanted.

"On your knees. Show me you are worth fucking or go check on the customers."

His gruff comment momentarily took her by surprise and Silvan wondered if he had misjudged her, but then a smile lit the woman's face and she slid from the bed and began to crawl towards him. He could practically smell her desire and the cute little way she licked her lips as she submitted and crawled like an animal called to the primal side of his people. He watched, his own hunger for her growing, as she finally reached him. She pulled her top off and cast it aside, revealing her large tits to him. They were slightly darker than the rest of her, and swelling as her lust grew and the blood in her veins began to pump faster. Her nipples were large and stiff, almost calling to him to feast upon them. And he would, but later. For now, he needed to keep up his control.

"Very nice. Now, take care of my pants."

Winona nodded, her mouth salivating as she eyed the bulge in his pants, she hooked her fingers into the waist line of his pants and began to pull them down. His cock was already hard and straining for release, so when it had the first possible moment to escape, it did. The rock hard member sprung forth, smacking Winona on the chin as she continued her work. She stopped for a moment to admire it and gave a husky approving moan before pulling his pants down and helping him step out of them. She then took his cock in one hand and began to carefully stroke it. She looked up at him and moaned "Your shirt too," before leaning down to start to suckle at the head of his cock. Silvan suddenly grabbed her hair and jerked her head back, snarling angrily. He was still trying to give her the real feeling of what a Fellgist was like, knowing this was a gamble.

"You don't get to decide! Either beg or stay quiet!"

"I-I'm sorry! P-please let me see all of you so I can worship every inch of you master!"

"Good girl," he said as he began to pull off his shirt. He began to regret it immediately when her eyes locked on a tattoo just above his navel. It was glowing slightly and that worried him.

"Magic," she asked breathlessly.

"A mark of a priest. Seems my God is enjoying this."

"Priest," her eyes shot up to him questioningly.

"Yes, but that is for later. You have a job to do!"

She nodded at his growl and when he released her hair, she lowered hear head back down and began to lick and suck at the head of his cock. He moaned, enjoying the feel of a different tongue than Tila or Mona's for the first time in months. Winona's skill and years of practice showed through as she began to bob her head and take more of his cock into her hot mouth. She couldn't quite take all of him, something that seemed to both surprise and delight her. Perhaps she hadn't had a challenge in a while? She tried to **** the last few inches down her throat, but was **** to pull back as she gagged. She tried to take him out of her mouth, but Silvan **** her head back down, making her gag even more before letting her finally pull off and get some air. She looked up at him in a mixture of shock and desire that made his blood boil and his cock throb with need.

"Your tits. I want to feel them!"

She quickly grabbed her tits and lifted the heavy globes to his cock. He could see she was having trouble with their sheer size, but after a few tries, she managed to wrap them around his cock like two warm pillows. She began slowly at first, but quickly built to a fast rhythm that felt almost as good as a pussy massaging his dick. He gently ran a hand through her hair before wrapping it in her golden locks and pulling her back again.

"On the bed whore! Time for me to truly enjoy you!"

Winona was almost purring like Tila as she scampered away from him and quickly shed the last of her cloths. Her body was beautiful for her weight, though he doubted she would have been the first choice of the younger men in town for their whore. But if her pussy was as good as her tits and mouth, he wouldn't mind her weight at all. He began to step towards her as she climbed onto the bed, one hand squeezing a heavy tit while the other was already buried into her soaked cunt. Her eyes were hazy with desire and she gave him a needy smile.

"How do you want your whore, master?"