Eshenesra pulled the travelling cloak tighter around her shoulder. The night was a sulphurous coldness and although her leather armor was tough, it did niggling to keep the frisson from setting in. The farmland surrounding the settlement of Wealdstone stretched around her as far as the eye could see, with only occasional belittled homesteads dotting the landscape painting. Wealdstone itself was close and Eshenesra comforted herself in the idea of a hot meal by the tavern attack. It had been many cycles since she had passed through here, she doubted any of the man she had met at that clip were still animated, potential their tike 's children now tended the same flying field they once had.

Eshenesra's long ears twitched as she grew close to the village, she could hear the sounds of merriment coming from the marrow of Ithiel Town. The faint sound of strident laughter and a ribald tune. As she drew closer to the sounds, she began to recognize more of the song being played and felt a blush rise to her impertinence, humans certainly did birth interesting resourcefulness, this particular Sung dynasty being a tarradiddle of a goosy warlock learner who summoned a succuba without taking the proper maintenance to guard herself from it 's magicks and finding herself in the succubus arms.

As Eshenesra stepped across the threshold of the inn, all center turned to her and voices began to gnarl, as she swept back her bonnet, a gasp swept across the room, she caught the word elf whispered in conversations from every corner of the inn. Ignoring the stares she strode to the bar and addressed the innkeeper,

'' Oh protector of traveller and keeper of joy in this village of Wealdstone, I, the humble Eshenesra, offer my overhaul as a speaker of the seventh language of Divinity in return for a hot meal and protection from the elements. ``

The innkeeper in takings blinked in surprise, not used to being addressed in such a manner he replied with all the airs of formality he could muster

'' Greetings, uh, Eshenesra. I am, uh, Smedley Theodore, and this here is my tavern, the Elf 's Blessing. Sorry to bother you for this, but seeing as you be speaking the uh, seventh spoken language of divinity ? Could we people of Wealdstone ask a boon of you ? We have been beset these last months by a horrifying monster. It emerges at night to toss off livestock and has stolen away two young maidens of the village, never to be seen again. We will afford you anything we can in paying back, anything at all you desire. ``

Eshenesra nodded once,

'' In regaining for hot food, protection, and a hot bath every day for a month I will clean this scourge from your township. The hunt shall begin tomorrow, if this pleases you ? ``

The innkeeper hastily agreed and extended his hand across the bar, sealing their deal.

Draven stood and stretched, cum still dripping from the end of his congested penis. The human girl that lay battered and beaten on the footing had stopped struggling long ago, as his long claws, halfway shifted between his forms had raked at her physical structure in lecherousness. It was a pity, she had been by far the most attractive one in the small human town, but had barely lasted a week before her body had given out. He would go out her body in the forest, for the animals to claim, much as he had the former one, and many before in towns and urban center ranging from the hot deserts of Westborough, to the frigid mountainous efflorescence of Alptaver. He 'd have got to get a surrogate soon, humans were fun to play with, but their bodies were weak and they perished far too quickly.

Eshenesra rose from her nightly meditation, bringing her awareness back through the twelve stages of Aetherial repose to wakefulness. She rose from where she was sitting on the soft consolation of the bed, the sang-froid break of the day air caressing her naked organic structure, hairless except for her naturally silver brow and longsighted flowing hair, pale body illuminated by the dawn brightness level. She flowed across the room to the small cesspool, splashing cool off refreshing urine on her face. Silently she donned her armour, she softly spoke the Eighteenth word of the Seventh language of Divinity to guide her in her undertaking, she felt her hands go to her belt pocket, letting the divine flow draw her to what she needed. Smoothly, she drew out the liquid silver and a humble arm of holly. Only two items, but for about monsters it would be enough. She was strong enough to vagabond the cosmos alone, without assistance from the seventh Language, only the most ancient and august of monsters could abide against her, and none would be spending their times by a modest town in the middle of nowhere.

Eshenesra strode through the forest around Wealdstone, she had spoken the Twenty-third word of the Seventh linguistic communication of Divinity in co-occurrence with the Fifty-eighth and the Nineteenth, which would cover her from the prying optic of her prey, or any others that would seek to find her as she stalked. She spoke the Eighteenth Book again, feeling it pull her towards her quarry. She came across a lowly hatchway in a hill, covered by a heavyset pall of vines. Cleverly hidden, it would be unseeable to all that didn't know where it was, even from a metre away she could barely spot the transition through. Silently she strode through the drape and into the cavern.

Draven cocked his head, he swore that something had disturbed the entrance to his cavern, he breathed deep through his honker. Sampling the smells for kilometers around, the pig bladder fucus of the blood from the girl he had left in the forest, currently being eaten by wild wolves, animals union, eating and sleeping all throughout his forest, null out of the ordinary. Shrugging his berm Draven hunched back over the sheep he had stolen from the Village Nox ago and resumed eating, clawed work force ripping at the human body of the beast.

Eshenesra stalked through the cave, hearing the deliquium strait of eating coming from the very same place she felt the Divine winds pushing her. Whispering the Eighty tierce word of the seventh language to reinforce her will and becalm her hands, she strode into the cavern at the end of the tunnel. In front end of her kneeled an enormous savage, component man, persona savage. He was hunched over an animal carcass, eating it raw by ripping clump out with his claw. A werewolf, if this one was a young one it would be soft prey for her, she had slaughtered scores of untested werewolf in hand to hand armed combat, a distract one would fall in moments. However, with no way to tell if this was a untried one or not she decided a proper binding was in property, 50 she risk combat injury from a mature werewolf. Eshenesra smiled, two items would be more than enough for this. The entirely type of wolfman that would postulate a proper book binding was a august werewolf, but those had been hunted wherever they popped up, and now most werewolf did n't survive past the young stage.

Eshenesra sat and prepared her holly and liquid silver, speaking softly in the Seventh spoken language of the Divine as she covered the holly in the silver and ignited both with a soft word. As she sat and waited for the smoking to do its oeuvre on the brute she noticed it had stopped eating and was standing, as it turned, Eshenesra was hit by a sudden strong musky olfactory sensation that caught in her throat, the beast was erect ! Its prick was huge, Eshenesra could n't help but guess acting with it, licking at the fatheaded drip of pre-cum that were welling at the end, or having such a member inside her and she felt heat blossom in her pubic region as she studied him. Tall, covered in scars and thick with veiny muscle, had he been man, she may have considered spending an eventide with him, but the grounds of his malign nature was obvious, hands that ended with wicked curved chela, blood covering his Kuki from the repast and wickedly sharp teeth.

Draven stood, he could smell it. Charles Hardin Holley burning with a soupcon of silver, along with the ripe perfume of elf flesh, his shaft had reacted instinctively to the smell of elf, he could already feel precum beading at the tip of his cock. He looked around the cavern, finding the touch that he could n't quite look at, where his eyes naturally glossed over. There, that must be where she was hiding from him and trying to attach him. He snarled and spring towards the spot, swinging wildly with his hook. As he crossed the room access of the magick that was keeping the elf hidden it fizzled and faded and she was left sitting in the open, with a flush upon her nerve and a look of jounce and horror on her face.

Eshenesra started in jolt, the beast had found her ! How ? She was using the one-seventh language of the Maker, zip should be able to break her conjuration ! The brute stood over her with a wicked smiling on his aspect, his phallus standing fully erect and wet at the tip at her eye level. She breathed in deeply, trying to steady herself, but all she managed to do was breathe in his scent, which sent her head spinning and her profligate pumping. His musk filled her straits and had her loins flaming, it was all she could do to not extend to out and stroke his throbbing cock. She was snapped out of her reverie as the beast spoke, his bass step rumbling about the cavern

'' It seems I 've found an elf slut to gratify me, and a stupid one at that. differentiate me whore, the regulation of tierce, ever heard of it ? Or know why we follow it ? ``

Eshenesra spoke in a mild vox while her mind raced, stalling, desperate to feel herself a way out of this,

'' The rule of ternion, I know it beast. Counter thing thrice, or declare a name thrice to yield it power. ``

In a jiffy the beast lunged forwards, slicing the armour from Eshenesra 's body, carefully and swiftly slicing through strap and buckles, causing the armor to fall to the background, leaving her nude statue and defenseless. Carefully he wrapped his script around her pharynx, the piercing ends of his nipper eagerly biting into her flesh, causing seam of blood to start slowly flowing down her soundbox. He lifted her up, slack enough that she could put up herself and avoid losing her neck opening, soft and washy elven hands grasped at his articulatio radiocarpea, desperately trying to violate his grip on her. With his other claws the wildcat engraved a runic letter from the disgraceful tongue, the number 1 linguistic communication of Divinity into her breast and Eshenesra felt high temperature flood lamp her body, her pussy grow wet and her brain intellect cloud over. The beasts vocalization growled in her ear

'' By the rule of threes I name you elven whore, first by the lustfulness I smell coming from you, second by the bleakness of your form and finally by the title of respect I have engraved upon your trunk ''

Eshenesra felt his Holy Writ twist through her judgment, they locked down like chains against her, binding her to his will. As he decreed her a working girl the commencement and back time she squirmed and struggled against him, but as the third decree fell across her idea a fog passed over her eyes and the durability left her sleeve. The beast dropped her and she landed on the solid ground unceremoniously, limp and weak from the suffering her brain had undergone.

Draven looked down at the elf, chuckling to himself. She lay on the ground, where she would rest for some meter while her judgement was twist and reshaped by the magic he had forced upon her. While he waited he sifted through her belonging, discarding all that he did n't call for want and keeping things he thought he could use. He thought of using the elf cyprian while she was catatonic, but decided against it, she 'd be more fun awake. To pass the sentence he examined the combat injury he 'd inflicted upon her, already pale flesh was re-knitting itself closed, leaving her neck opening as bare as it had been before she 'd ever come here, however the rune upon her breast last out fresh and red, a binding rune such as that could not be removed by bare regeneration.

Eshenesra awoke, her soundbox afire with hungriness and aching with desire. As she opened her eyes and looked around the cavern, she noticed the animate being watching her. As she rose to be active towards him, with luxuria heavy in her pith she was violently yanked backwards mid-stride. Reaching up to her neck opening she found a smooth neckband of shaped metal and magic attached to a chain that had been shoved through the rock that was the flat coat of the cavern. The beast looked down at her from where he was sitting and chuckled slightly

'' Welcome back little whore, a good slave must be intimate her boundaries. You will stay there and should you be able to convince me, I will come to you and use you as I please. ``

brain consumed by lust, Eshenesra mewled pitifully, raising herself to her bridge player and genu she turned from the beast, laying her side on the land and reaching her hired hand around behind her to rub her clit and spread her pussy for the savage. Summoning all of her will, she was barely able to choke out a curious word to him,

'' Please ''

As soon as the word left her mouth she felt the air in the cavern stir and the acuate top of his hook push into her side, she barely heard his answer over her own cries of pain

'' Is that how a buckle down prostitute talk of the town to her master ? ``

Despite the pain in her slope, the lady of pleasure could smell out the musk of the beast-her master copy precum and her intellect was once again assailed by lustful thoughts.

'' Please, overlord. Please take up me ! ``

With a rapacious grinning Draven placed his cock at the opening night of the fancy woman hole, savoring the feeling of how she quivered and pushed herself into him when he touched the tip against her wet and waiting cunt. He could hear her draw in a rickety breather as he let her push herself back, boost filling her up with his putz. As his striver slowed, Draven pushed himself further into her, feeling her cunt swallow up Sir Thomas More and Thomas More of his engorged penis, until her ass was firmly pushed against him. With one hand on her shoulder Draven kept her there, reaching another around to grab her breasts, softly holding one within his hired man. He would play the role of the diffused lover for a few more minute, before really teaching her what it meant to be his slave.

All Eshenesra could focus on was the physical sensations flowing through her body, her master's stopcock was filling her up, his every fragile movement sending ecstasy flooding from her wide-cut cunt through her physical structure. One of his workforce was caressing her knocker, his fingers lightly grasped around her teat, causing further pleasure to cascade down through her. She moaned as she felt him begin to pull back, his hot peter slowly being dragged out of her.

Eshenesra felt her master oblige his dick at her slit, slowly rubbing it up and down against her, she whimpered and twitched as she felt it softly brush up against the strong-armer of her button, Eshenesra waited for her skipper to embark her again, her entire consistency and judgment longed to be filled by him again. The seconds dragged by, feeling like an eternity for Eshenesra, her original's paw on her nipple and gumshoe rubbing against her only kept her on the edge, not granting her the true joy she craved. Through her desperation, she managed to moan out to her master,

"passe-partout. screwing me. Plea-"

As Eshenesra begged her master, she felt his script change, elongating, with the gratuity forming into sharp nipper, the finger's breadth that were lightly squeezing her nippled tightened, and she felt the claws dig into her berm, biting into her physical body. Eshenesra opened her oral cavity to gasp in pain as her master violently thrust himself into her, the sudden force play pushing her face to the ground in front of her, the shock of her passe-partout filling her cunt in an instant drawing a recollective libidinous moan from her. Her font was forced back into the ground with every thrust as her master began fucking her roughly from behind, Eshenesra continued to moan in pleasure as her master fucked her, her hands scraping at the earth and her branch offset to shake as she was brought to orgasm by him, wafture of delight crashing through her body and legs seizing together while her sea captain dragged his claws down her back.

As Eshenesra began to recuperate from the orgasm that had knocked the wind from her she felt her master fully root for himself out of her, then felt him grab her roughly by the hair and pull her head up to his shaft, his turncock was wet with her juices and the combined scent of her cunt and his musk was overwhelming at such close distances, and Eshenesra instinctively opened her sass to clean her passkey's hawkshaw. As she moved her head forwards, his dick suddenly erupted, covering her face with his hot cum, pumping out line after line of cum to deal her look and drip down to her chest. After letting out a low growl and releasing her pilus to signify his culmination, Eshenesra greedily moved forward, licking and sucking at his cock, cleaning away both her own juices and any remaining cum that was left from him, before using her custody to collect the cum that was covering her and swallowing that too, looking up at her master and giving him a wide mouthed grin.

As Eshenesra stepped across the doorway of the inn, all heart turned to her and vocalization began to murmur, she had been gone for calendar week, and now she was returning, wearing nothing but a leash around her neck. The grumbling rose to blind panic as Draven entered the inn behind her, people standing and backing away from the entree while reaching for anything solid they could use to protect themselves, collectively their middle turned back to Eshenesra as she spoke,

"My overlord wishes me to inform you that this town of Wealdstone now belongs to him. You will eat him and care to his every need. Those of you who are lucky and beautiful will gain the chance to join me, and to serve as the master's pleasure hard worker. You have no chance of beating both of us. give up now and save yourself the hardship."

Draven smirked as the villagers looked around in panic, letting loose a low growl to frighten them further. Certain that none would presume to assail her or her master, Eshenesra dropped to her knees to perform her responsibility, taking her master key hammer in her hands she began to stroke it, as it grew to it's proper size Eshenesra took it into her mouth, licking and sucking at the tip whilst pumping it's duration with her hands. She had learned quickly these utmost few workweek and it didn't take long for Draven to be ready, Eshenesra removed his dick from her mouth as he came, letting herself get covered with his hot cum. Turning to look around, she noticed that several of the villagers hands had dropped to their genitals whilst watching the scene, as she lad learned recently, august wolfman cum was a powerful aphrodisiac, even the scent could institutionalise her broken intellect into a dire desire to fuck.

As his slave knelt at his feet, covered in his cum and grinning at the villagers Draven stepped forwards,

"You see how I have conquered your savior with ease and made her into my whore. Submit yourselves to me and the lucky one's amongst you will earn a interchangeable circumstances, fight against me, and I shall wee-wee sure as shooting your end is long and painful."

Draven grinned, he was going to pass a foresighted meter here .