Eshenesra pulled the travelling cloak tighter around her shoulder joint. The Night was a acrid cold and although her leather armor was thug, it did niggling to keep the frisson from setting in. The tilth surrounding the settlement of Wealdstone stretched around her as far as the eye could see, with only occasional small homesteads dotting the landscape painting. Wealdstone itself was close and Eshenesra comforted herself in the thoughts of a hot repast by the tavern fire. It had been many cycles since she had passed through here, she doubted any of the humans she had met at that time were still alive, belike their child 's children now tended the Lapp fields they once had.

Eshenesra's long ears twitched as she grew close to the village, she could get word the sounds of gaiety coming from the center of town. The syncope speech sound of raucous laughter and a bawdry line. As she drew tightlipped to the sounds, she began to pick out more of the Song dynasty being played and felt a blush rise to her cheeks, humans certainly did make matter to imaginations, this picky song being a tale of a foolish warlock learner who summoned a succubus without taking the right care to guard herself from it 's magicks and finding herself in the succuba arms.

As Eshenesra stepped across the doorway of the inn, all optic turned to her and representative began to grumble, as she swept back her goon, a gasp swept across the room, she caught the Word elf whispered in conversations from every recession of the inn. Ignoring the stares she strode to the bar and addressed the innkeeper,

'' Oh protector of traveler and keeper of joy in this village of Wealdstone, I, the humble Eshenesra, offer my services as a speaker of the Seventh language of divinity fudge in comeback for a hot meal and protection from the elements. ``

The innkeeper in return blinked in surprise, not used to being addressed in such a style he replied with all the air of formalities he could summon

'' 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, 7th speech communication of theology ? Could we people of Wealdstone ask a boon of you ? We have been beset these finally months by a horrible monster. It emerges at nighttime to kill stock and has stolen away two young maidens of the village, never to be seen again. We will give you anything we can in issue, anything at all you desire. ``

Eshenesra nodded once,

'' In coming back for hot food, shelter, and a hot bath every day for a month I will cleanse this terror from your town. The hunt shall get tomorrow, if this pleases you ? ``

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

Draven stood and stretched, cum still dripping from the end of his stuff penis. The human girl that lay battered and beaten on the ground had stopped struggling long ago, as his farseeing pincer, halfway shifted between his forms had raked at her body in lust. It was a shame, she had been by far the most attractive one in the small homo townsfolk, but had barely lasted a week before her body had given out. He would provide her body in the timberland, for the creature to claim, much as he had the other one, and many before in township and city ranging from the hot deserts of Westborough, to the cold mountainous efflorescence of Alptaver. He 'd have to find out a replacement soon, humans were fun to trifle with, but their eubstance were decrepit and they perished far too quickly.

Eshenesra rose from her nightly meditation, bringing her cognisance back through the twelve stages of Aetherial ease to wakefulness. She rose from where she was sitting on the delicate consolation of the bed, the cool morning air caressing her naked body, hairless except for her naturally silver brow and prospicient flowing fuzz, blench body illuminated by the dawn light. She flowed across the room to the pocket-sized sump, splashing cool refresh weewee on her brass. Silently she donned her armour, she softly spoke the Eighteenth word of the Seventh speech communication of god to manoeuvre her in her task, she felt her hands go to her belt pouch, letting the divine flow draw her to what she needed. Smoothly, she drew out the liquid silver and a belittled branch of holly. Only two item, but for most devil it would be enough. She was firm enough to cast the Earth alone, without assistance from the seventh Language, only the most antediluvian and venerable of colossus could stand 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 Book of the seventh linguistic communication of divinity in co-occurrence with the Fifty-eighth and the Nineteenth, which would hide her from the prying eyes of her quarry, or any others that would look for to regain her as she stalked. She spoke the Eighteenth word again, feeling it pull her towards her quarry. She came across a small opening in a mound, covered by a compact pall of vines. Cleverly hidden, it would be unseeable to all that didn't know where it was, even from a beat away she could barely discern the passage through. Silently she strode through the curtain and into the cavern.

Draven cocked his head, he swore that something had disturbed the entrance to his cavern, he breathed deep through his snout. Sampling the smells for kilometers around, the copper smack of the stemma from the girl he had left in the forest, currently being eaten by rampantly woman chaser, beast mating, eating and sleeping all throughout his forest, nothing out of the ordinary. Shrugging his berm Draven hunched back over the sheep he had stolen from the hamlet night ago and resumed eating, clawed hands ripping at the frame of the beast.

Eshenesra stalked through the cave, hearing the deliquium sounds of eating coming from the very same place she felt the Divine winds pushing her. Whispering the Eighty third gear Holy Writ of the Seventh language to reinforce her will and stabilize her hands, she strode into the cavern at the end of the burrow. In battlefront of her kneeled an tremendous beast, part man, part wolf. He was hunched over an animal carcase, eating it raw by ripping lump out with his claws. A lycanthrope, if this one was a untried one it would be easy target for her, she had slaughtered scores of young lycanthrope in deal to hand fight, a distracted one would fall in here and now. However, with no way to enjoin if this was a young one or not she decided a proper binding was in place, lest she risk combat injury from a mature werewolf. Eshenesra smiled, two items would be more than enough for this. The exclusively eccentric of werewolf that would require a proper bandaging was a venerable wolfman, but those had been hunted wherever they popped up, and now most werewolves did n't survive past the youth stage.

Eshenesra sat and prepared her holly and liquid silver, speaking softly in the Seventh linguistic process of the ecclesiastic as she covered the holly in the silver gray and ignited both with a soft intelligence. As she sat and waited for the smoke to do its body of work on the wolf she noticed it had stopped eating and was standing, as it turned, Eshenesra was hit by a sudden strong musky smell that caught in her throat, the beast was erect ! Its stopcock was vast, Eshenesra could n't help oneself but imagine playing with it, licking at the thick dripping of pre-cum that were welling at the end, or having such a appendage inside her and she felt high temperature blossom in her loins as she studied him. Tall, covered in cicatrix and midst with veiny muscle, had he been human, she may have considered spending an evening with him, but the grounds of his malign nature was obvious, hands that ended with loathly curved claws, bloodline covering his chin from the meal and wickedly sharp teeth.

Draven stood, he could sense it. holly burning with a hint of ash gray, along with the ripe perfume of elf flesh, his cock had reacted instinctively to the smell of elf, he could already palpate precum beading at the tip of his cock. He looked around the cavern, finding the situation that he could n't quite look at, where his middle naturally glossed over. There, that must be where she was hiding from him and trying to tie up him. He snarled and leapt towards the smirch, swinging wildly with his claws. As he crossed the threshold of the magick that was keeping the elf hidden it fizzled and faded and she was left sitting in the spread, with a flush upon her cheeks and a look of electrical shock and revulsion on her face.

Eshenesra started in shock, the wolf had found her ! How ? She was using the seventh oral communication of the Divine, nothing should be capable to break her thaumaturgy ! The puppet stood over her with a wicked grin on his face, his penis standing fully erect and wet at the tip at her eye stage. She breathed in deeply, trying to steady herself, but all she managed to do was inhale his scent, which sent her head spinning and her blood pumping. His musk filled her straits and had her loins flaming, it was all she could do to not attain out and stroke his throbbing cock. She was snapped out of her reverie as the savage spoke, his abstruse tones rumbling about the cavern

'' It seems I 've found an elf jade to fulfill me, and a stupid one at that. Tell me whore, the rule of threes, ever heard of it ? Or know why we follow it ? ``

Eshenesra spoke in a diffused voice while her mind raced, stalling, dire to detect herself a way out of this,

'' The rule of threes, I know it wolf. Counter things thrice, or declare a figure thrice to give it power. ``

In a flash the brute lunged forwards, slicing the armor from Eshenesra 's body, carefully and swiftly slicing through strap and buckles, causing the armour to fall to the flat coat, leaving her nude sculpture and defenseless. Carefully he wrapped his mitt around her pharynx, the sharp destruction of his claws eagerly biting into her flesh, causing demarcation of rip to set about slowly flowing down her consistency. He lifted her up, slow enough that she could stand herself and avoid losing her neck, soft and unaccented elven hands grasped at his wrists, desperately trying to wear his grip on her. With his early claws the brute engraved a rune from the black tongue, the first-class honours degree language of Divinity into her breast and Eshenesra felt heat outpouring her body, her twat grow wet and her mind mind cloud over. The beasts vocalism growled in her ear

'' By the ruler of threes I name you elven whore, first by the lust I smell coming from you, s by the nakedness of your form and finally by the title I have engraved upon your body ''

Eshenesra felt his Scripture twist through her intellect, they locked down like chains against her, binding her to his will. As he decreed her a cyprian the number 1 and second base times she squirmed and struggled against him, but as the third decree fell across her psyche a fog passed over her eyes and the forcefulness left her implements of war. The wolf dropped her and she landed on the ground unceremoniously, limp and weak from the suffering her idea had undergone.

Draven looked down at the elf, chuckling to himself. She lay on the ground, where she would remain for some clip while her judgment was bent and reshaped by the magic he had forced upon her. While he waited he sifted through her holding, discarding all that he did n't need want and keeping things he thought he could use. He thought of using the elf working girl while she was catatonic, but decided against it, she 'd be more fun awake. To pass the clock time he examined the wounding he 'd inflicted upon her, already pale chassis was re-knitting itself shut, leaving her neck as bare as it had been before she 'd ever come here, however the rune upon her breast stayed novel and red, a binding rune such as that could not be removed by mere regeneration.

Eshenesra awoke, her organic structure afire with longing and aching with desire. As she opened her eye and looked around the cavern, she noticed the fauna watching her. As she rose to displace towards him, with lust heavy in her heart she was violently yanked backwards mid-stride. Reaching up to her neck she found a unruffled collar of shaped alloy and magic attached to a chain that had been shoved through the rock that was the ground of the cavern. The beast looked down at her from where he was sitting and chuckled slightly

'' Welcome back little whore, a well slave must know 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. ``

intellect consumed by lust, Eshenesra mewled pitifully, raising herself to her mitt and knees she turned from the beast, laying her face on the ground and reaching her hands around behind her to rub her clit and spread her pussy for the beast. Summoning all of her will, she was barely capable to choke out a remarkable Scripture to him,

'' Please ''

As soon as the word left her sassing she felt the air in the cavern flurry and the sharp pourboire of his claws energy into her position, she barely heard his answer over her own battle cry of pain

'' Is that how a hard worker whore dialogue to her master copy ? ``

Despite the annoyance in her position, the working girl could smell the musk of the beast-her skipper precum and her intellect was once again assailed by lustful thoughts.

'' Please, master. Please drive me ! ``

With a rapacious grin Draven placed his cock at the opening of the whores 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 learn her draw in a shaky breath as he let her push herself back, further filling her up with his shaft. As his slave slowed, Draven pushed himself further into her, feeling her twat withdraw up to a greater extent and more of his satiate penis, until her ass was firmly pushed against him. With one hand on her shoulder Draven kept her there, reaching another around to snaffle her breasts, softly holding one within his hand. He would play the purpose of the piano lover for a few more import, before really teaching her what it meant to be his slave.

All Eshenesra could centre on was the physical whiz flowing through her body, her master's cock was filling her up, his every rebuff drive sending ecstasy flooding from her wax cunt through her body. One of his hands was caressing her tit, his finger's breadth lightly grasped around her nipple, causing further pleasure to cascade through her. She moaned as she felt him start out to pull back, his hot cock slowly being dragged out of her.

Eshenesra felt her master hold back his peter at her slit, slowly rubbing it up and down against her, she whimpered and twitched as she felt it softly brush up against the lens hood of her clitoris, Eshenesra waited for her overlord to enter her again, her full body and thinker longed to be filled by him again. The seconds dragged by, feeling like an eternity for Eshenesra, her passkey's hand on her mammilla and pecker friction against her only kept her on the edge, not granting her the honest pleasure she craved. Through her desperation, she managed to groan out to her master,

"sea captain. fucking me. Plea-"

As Eshenesra begged her master key, she felt his paw change, elongating, with the tips forming into sharp hook, the fingers that were lightly squeezing her nippled tightened, and she felt the claws dig into her shoulder, biting into her flesh. Eshenesra opened her oral cavity to gasp in botheration as her professional violently thrust himself into her, the sudden force pushing her face to the ground in presence of her, the jounce of her master filling her puss in an instant drawing a retentive lustful moan from her. Her face was forced back into the primer coat with every knife thrust as her skipper began fucking her roughly from behind, Eshenesra continued to moan in delight as her captain fucked her, her hands scraping at the ground and her legs beginning to shake as she was brought to orgasm by him, waves of pleasure crashing through her organic structure and legs seizing together while her sea captain dragged his claws down her back.

As Eshenesra began to recover from the orgasm that had knocked the twist from her she felt her overlord fully overstretch himself out of her, then felt him grab her roughly by the hair and draw her head up to his putz, his cock was wet with her juices and the combined smell of her cunt and his musk was overwhelming at such close distances, and Eshenesra instinctively opened her back talk to clean her captain's dick. As she moved her top dog forwards, his cock suddenly erupted, covering her side with his hot cum, pumping out line after line of cum to cover her cheek and dribble down to her bureau. After letting out a low growl and releasing her pilus to stand for his completion, Eshenesra greedily moved forward, licking and sucking at his cock, cleaning away both her own juice and any remaining cum that was left from him, before using her hands 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 threshold of the inn, all eye turned to her and voices began to murmur, she had been gone for week, and now she was returning, wearing zip but a collar around her neck. The murmurs rose to blind scare as Draven entered the inn behind her, the great unwashed standing and backing away from the entrance while reaching for anything solid they could use to protect themselves, collectively their eyes turned back to Eshenesra as she spoke,

"My professional wishes me to inform you that this Ithiel Town of Wealdstone now belongs to him. You will eat him and care to his every penury. Those of you who are lucky and beautiful will gain the chance to bring together me, and to attend to as the victor's pleasure slaves. You have no prospect of beating both of us. Surrender now and write yourself the hardship."

Draven smirked as the villagers looked around in panic, letting loose a low growl to scare off them further. Certain that none would presume to snipe her or her master, Eshenesra dropped to her knee joint to perform her duty, taking her captain cock in her mitt she began to stroke it, as it grew to it's right size Eshenesra took it into her mouth, licking and sucking at the tip whilst pumping it's length with her script. She had learned quickly these in conclusion few workweek and it didn't take long for Draven to be fix, Eshenesra removed his rooster 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 deal had dropped to their privates whilst watching the view, as she lad learned recently, revered werewolf cum was a potent aphrodisiac, even the smell could send her broken judgement into a desperate desire to fuck.

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

"You see how I have conquered your saviour with ease and made her into my bawd. Submit yourselves to me and the lucky one's amongst you will earn a similar luck, engagement against me, and I shall make sure as shooting your destruction is long and painful."

Draven grinned, he was going to spend a long time here .