The midday sun beat down mercilessly on the village, turning the main hut into a furnace. The air inside grew thick with old smoke, dried sweat, and the unmistakable reek of recent sex. The embers of last night's fire still glowed low, casting a reddish shimmer that danced across the rusted chains binding Vira to the central post.
She was still there, chained since the ambush. Tall, curvaceous body, tanned skin marked by fresh scratches already beginning to heal. The torn tunic hung like a useless rag, exposing firm breasts with dark, hardened nipples swollen from heat and anticipation. Her powerful thighs trembled faintly—not from cold, but from restraint. Black ears lowered in feigned submission, black tail swaying slow and serpentine, as if calculating the exact moment to strike.
I approached alone. The energy Lira had poured into me with her mouth still simmered in my veins, thick and hot. My cock was already half-hard beneath the light tunic, throbbing with every step. The others slept exhausted in nearby huts; midday was rest time after a night of war. This was my personal watch.
"Master…" Vira purred low and hoarse, kneeling as far as the chains allowed. Her violet eyes gleamed in the dimness, pupils blown wide. "Let me serve you. I'm stronger than that little one. Take these chains off and I'll heal you… the way a real man deserves."
I smiled cold. I seized her chin hard, forcing her face up. Her hot breath brushed my wrist, sweet and feline, heavy with lies.
"You fake it well, slut," I growled close to her mouth. "But I smell your betrayal. You want to escape. You want to run to Sylva and tell her how I fucked your sisters until they screamed my name."
Her ears quivered. She flashed an arrogant smile, showing small fangs.
"Prove it… or fuck me until I beg the truth."
No more words.
I ripped what remained of her tunic in one violent yank. The fabric tore with a dry sound, leaving her completely naked under the reddish light. Firm breasts rose with ragged breaths, dark nipples hard as stones. Her pussy was already swollen, thick lips glistening with treacherous wetness. I spun her against the post, chains clinking, high round ass arched toward me.
I grabbed her black tail at the base and pulled hard, forcing her to arch deeper. She gasped, but pushed her hips back in defiance.
I slammed into her with one savage thrust, straight to the balls. Her cunt opened hungrily, hot slick walls clamping around my veined cock like they wanted to swallow me whole.
"Ahhn… fuck, so big!" she screamed, back bending to the limit, tail vibrating in my fist.
I fucked her possessive, brutal. Every deep plunge made my balls slap her swollen clit with wet, obscene sounds. I yanked her tail harder, using it like reins; she convulsed entirely, a hot squirt escaping her pussy and soaking my thighs.
"Nngh… more… break me, bastard," she gasped defiantly, pushing back to take me deeper. "Sylva will do this to you… but better. She'll ride you until you beg."
"Shut the fuck up," I growled. I bit her neck hard, leaving red and purple marks. I changed rhythm: pulling almost all the way out, leaving only the head inside, then slamming back to the hilt with violence, feeling every contraction of her walls trying to keep me.
I pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and threw her onto her back on the cold packed-earth floor. Her thick legs fell open, pussy exposed, glistening, dripping. I hooked them over my shoulders and plunged back in, deep and slow this time. Her firm breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples grazing my still-scratched chest.
"Yes… fuck me like a whore!" she begged, pupils dilating into perfect hearts, pulsing wildly. "Tell me I'm better than them… that you love fucking me… that you prefer me…"
I wrapped one hand around her soft throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp and her eyes glaze.
"Beg for a collar. Say you're truly mine."
"Ahh… yes, Master… give me a temporary collar!" she finally pleaded, voice breaking. Her cunt clamped violently around my cock, squirting hard, hot jets splashing my abdomen and the floor. "I'll serve you… just take off the chains!"
I sped up, merciless. Pulling to the tip and slamming back to the balls, feeling her walls milk me desperately. Her tail coiled around my forearm, trembling. Her breasts bounced violently, sweat shining on her skin. The raw smell of sex filled the hut, mixed with the iron of dried blood and smoke.
I came roaring, thick long ropes pumping deep inside her until it overflowed. Hot cum spilled down her thighs as her walls spasmed hungrily, absorbing every drop. She convulsed beneath me, body arched, weak broken purr escaping her throat.
But I pulled out cold, no caress, no comfort. I fixed my tunic, looking down at her with contempt while she panted on the floor, dripping my semen, trembling from aftershocks.
"No," I said, ice-cold. "You don't deserve a collar. You're weak. Faking submission to escape. My slaves surrender for real… with strength. With soul. You only have cheap pride."
Vira trembled, humiliated. Tears glistened in her violet eyes, mixed with shattered desire. Her body still twitched in small spasms, pussy throbbing empty, my cum slowly dripping down her strong thighs.
"Please… Master… fuck me more… I'll accept anything…" she begged hoarsely, voice cracked.
I ignored her.
"Ignore her," I ordered the guard waiting outside as I stepped into the blinding midday sun.
Her broken growl echoed behind me, muffled by the door I slammed shut.
I silently reaffirmed my standard: Only the strong. Only those who truly break and are reborn as mine. The rest… can rot in chains.
(To be continued…)