Transcript: *It's disgusting. It's vile. It's shameful and a mockery to natural life. It's attached to a vile fiend! *
Uzura continued to chant those things silently in her head after being ordered to remain silent. Over and over she would spit out curses of the Satyr's slick member, praying that somehow it would make them true. She begged to be horrified at her situation, but as she pressed her breasts around the weighty shaft of her master all she could feel was glorious pleasure and desire setting her skin aflame. The second her concentration on repeating her mantra broke Uzura saw a small trickle of seed flow out of her master's dick. It looked so very delicious that she began to move in for a taste.
"Not yet, my dear slave. You've yet to earn the right to such a reward. Akarash is nothing if not kind to his loyal servants, but I happen to know you're capable of much more, don't I?"
Akarash let the cold beginnings of a smile creep across his face as he saw the faintest glimpse of Uzura once again struggling to maintain her hatred of her new master. Slowly he placed a clawed hand around her head and pressed it temptingly close to his dripping pre. With enough time Akarash believed the elf would become a worthy slave, perhaps a few years of keeping her as a broken whore he might even find it within him to forgive the misguided girl. A sneer came to his face as he was reminded of his temporary 'defeat' by the girl. A faint glow flared up on the gem in his bracelet as Akarash further poisoned Uzura's mind with desire. Her determined face beginning to soften as she became transfixed on his aching tool.
"Fading so fast? But we've only just begun. Don't you dare give in. I've spared your precious virginity and ass so you could still have something resembling pride. If I can't let myself go your master can't enjoy himself, and I don't want my precious little hero falling the second I'm not paying attention."
Uzura fumed as much as she could. Akarash would be a challenge for her by himself. He had followed a group of raiders she had ambushed in the old temple, pushed already to exhaustion and with death assured she had bound her soul to him to keep him in the ruins. She expected him to slay her in rage, setting her free and traping him forever. Instead he nursed her back to health. With his twisted magics he played with the elfs soul, making her fall madly in love with him. Leaving her mind alone to resist her own heart. In time she would willingly undo the spell. When her tainted soul
*He won't win. Someone will come. Will cum. Yummy Cum. No! He is vile. Bastard. I don't want it, want. Gods help me I need it!*
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*It's disgusting. It's vile. It's shameful and a mockery to natural life. It's attached to a vile fiend! *
Uzura continued to chant those things silently in her head after being ordered to remain silent. Over and over she would spit out curses of the Satyr's slick member, praying that somehow it would make them true. She begged to be horrified at her situation, but as she pressed her breasts around the weighty shaft of her master all she could feel was glorious pleasure and desire setting her skin aflame. The second her concentration on repeating her mantra broke Uzura saw a small trickle of seed flow out of her master's dick. It looked so very delicious that she began to move in for a taste.
"Not yet, my dear slave. You've yet to earn the right to such a reward. Akarash is nothing if not kind to his loyal servants, but I happen to know you're capable of much more, don't I?"
Akarash let the cold beginnings of a smile creep across his face as he saw the faintest glimpse of Uzura once again struggling to maintain her hatred of her new master. Slowly he placed a clawed hand around her head and pressed it temptingly close to his dripping pre. With enough time Akarash believed the elf would become a worthy slave, perhaps a few years of keeping her as a broken whore he might even find it within him to forgive the misguided girl. A sneer came to his face as he was reminded of his temporary 'defeat' by the girl. A faint glow flared up on the gem in his bracelet as Akarash further poisoned Uzura's mind with desire. Her determined face beginning to soften as she became transfixed on his aching tool.
"Fading so fast? But we've only just begun. Don't you dare give in. I've spared your precious virginity and ass so you could still have something resembling pride. If I can't let myself go your master can't enjoy himself, and I don't want my precious little hero falling the second I'm not paying attention."
Uzura fumed as much as she could. Akarash would be a challenge for her by himself. He had followed a group of raiders she had ambushed in the old temple, pushed already to exhaustion and with death assured she had bound her soul to him to keep him in the ruins. She expected him to slay her in rage, setting her free and traping him forever. Instead he nursed her back to health. With his twisted magics he played with the elfs soul, making her fall madly in love with him. Leaving her mind alone to resist her own heart. In time she would willingly undo the spell. When her tainted soul
*He won't win. Someone will come. Will cum. Yummy Cum. No! He is vile. Bastard. I don't want it, want. Gods help me I need it!*