Shiloh denies herself the leash

Shiloh lay dazed in the captain's bed. She could feel her pussy throb in need for her King's seed. She lusted for his engorged cock. She lusted for release into captivity. She wanted to be bred, and for her belly to rise as her King's seed quickened, and to raise his whelps. Yet, she had a greater purpose. She had sworn an oath to Swiftcourage, and to the jungle, and to herself to return from New York City with Meowfang, the cheetah cub **** by Luke Simmons, Billionaire.

Her light fingers brushed her clit and slit as she bit her lips and looked in agony at the leash that her King would bind her with to breed her. She could not be bred, not now. She **** herself to stand proud before Captain Dirk, her perky breasts unburdened by a hide and her neck free of the leash.

"No," she said in pained defiance. "I must stay a wild cat, my King. I cannot be your kitten now."

The ship swayed in the sea as the captain rose. He towered over her, and he slapped her hand away from her clit.

"Let me tell you the way it's going to be, wild cat," Dirk said raspily in her ear. "You will leave my ship a virgin, unbred, but you must follow my rules as captain and your King. I will touch you, and I will use your mouth and let you serve me. More than that, I will use your ass, my wild cat, because that is the way of the sea. But you must leave here a virgin, unbred, so you must not touch yourself and you must not let yourself reach release."

He paused, watching Shiloh's heartbeat through her breasts, and then continued."If you let yourself come without a leash in my cabin on my ship, wild cat, our deal is off. Only whores come without a master, wild cat, and I don't fuck whores. If you come without taking my leash, I will throw you out to the jackals and vagabonds that call themselves my crew, and you will warm not my bed but their rags and hammocks. Do you understand me, wild cat?"

Shiloh's heart beat like the heart of a hummingbird. She felt the necktar drip from her untouched pussy, and she swallowed as Dirk loomed over her. He was the dominant. Shiloh had seen dominant elephant bulls mount the betas, as did the lions. The way of the sea was the way of the jungle.

"Yes, my king," she said, craving the leash in her king's hand, and craving his seed in her fertile pussy. "I will serve you with my mouth, and I accept your dominance with my hindquarters. You are the master of this ship. I will not let myself come."