Krystal's Peril - The Master's Fox
(Author's Note: Shorter, but finished it nonetheless. As always, I leave the end in a type of open source so it always seems like it can end or continue, just in case I can't get to it or lose stamina on the project. I may or may not have a third installment, but if I do, I plan on getting more creative than this part here. It's very hard to write the situation and make it interesting at the same time while not exhausting the act you had in mind. Also, this is my only fanfiction I've ever done, and the only one I'll ever do. It's been enjoyable. Enjoy this segment, Krystal fans.)
The Master's Fox
by Korpse_Infested_Karnival
(KIK)
A twitch of a sound tore her from her sleep. Wearily, the hazy draft of unconscious dreaming vaporized from Krystal's senses, as her eyelids quivered open to reveal the pools of luscious jade now adrift in her new "home." For a moment, it took Krystal some time to realize the magnitude of what happened some time ago, whether it had been a full night or hours, though she could not tell. Yes, it was coming back. Briefly, the azure hued vixen almost imagined it was some long, trivial nightmare experienced by bad food, but a sudden clamp of unforgiving metal around her neck announced otherwise, as all other previous senses picked up the same sounds, smells, and sights of her captors. Firelight still rang through the room, the acrid fumes of burnt carcasses and salty blood sated the air with ease, and the constant rabble of hundreds of bloodthirsty reptiles smothered the fox girl's ears just as before.
But where was she now? The last thing Krystal recalled was a great deal of exhaustion, lying down on the floor and drawing breath heavily, whilst a figure kept speaking until she gave way to sleep and blacked out. She remembered the room was decorated with a grandiose amount of clutter and treasures, and she saw that one, massive hulk of a blood red hue, a tail that never ceased to twitch, and a malevolent grin that was icy and cryptic. Oh, how could she forget? Her "master" now, the one who relieved her of her virginity, who forced her to lap away at his loins and crawl on all fours like a common beast. She felt quite angry, now, angry and hurt, violated and furious. Though she was afraid and humiliated in her first meeting, Krystal now felt quite content to happily rip off his member should he ask her to "suck" it again.
The anger didn't last very long. Realizing that she wasn't in the same room anymore, the blue furred fox rose up from apparently being on her back, until a clink and scrape of cold metal relayed that a cuff of iron was clasped at her neck like a leash, while a chain, attached to something, allowed for very little distance in her present state. Looking down to observe herself, the vixen saw that she was on some kind of table, a very grimy, stained, and ancient looking one, and her wrists and ankles were no longer bound by other braces of steel. To her profound relief, she still had her golden top and decorative loincloth (she didn't really care how it got back on her), and her jewelry wasn't missing either. Alas, she still lacked her powerful staff, which was probably long gone at the first sight of the reptilian beasts, but at least her master had allowed her some shred of decency so as not to be exposed.
Around her, the chamber was entirely different from the first. It was much smaller, and only had a few torches in the corners for lighting, and it had absolutely no decor of bones or armor plates mounted on the walls. In fact, another table, this one bare, sat parallel to Krystal, just as filthy as the one she rested on, while surrounding her were shelves and tall wooden planks for a variety of items, most deformed looking gourds and vegetables, eyes, jars filled with organs, petrified skulls, dangling cleavers and knives, shears, so on and so forth. Nothing that could be seen as a treasure.
And then Krystal saw it. Well, them, to be precise. Two of the serpent like beings she first observed were huddled over something with their backs to her, though they were very small in comparison to the ones with skin as dark as charred ash. They were not warriors, no doubt, as they lacked weapons of any kind, and were coated in straps of leather and furs, while a variety of obscure objects were buckled to their wastes, a purpose Krystal did not know, or care for.
She wanted to see what they were doing, but she didn't want to draw any attention to herself. She was fortunate enough the beasts hadn't glanced in her direction when she awoke. They were looming over a fire, it appeared, a fire and a large apparatus to which something was bubbling and boiling. A pot, or a cauldron. One was pointing something out and throwing a few things in, while the other didn't respond much, only grunting in some other form of approval or the like.
Krystal imagined then that they were cooks. Or not. No, not cooks, there was a lack of meats or hearty foods around, and the fox girl knew, as basic as her impression was, that these monsters had a voracious appetite for raw flesh, so this couldn't have been a butcher's lair. No, they may have been forgers of a different thing, perhaps medicine men, or maybe they were merely in charge of creating mortar for stonework. Whatever the case, Krystal was inside this room for a reason, and she severely hoped against another rape session. She remembered the one known as Eirik saying he'd keep his soldiers "ignorant," but maybe that was a ploy to enact mind games on the vixen.
Before she could muse further, however, the beast on the right had all ready stood and turned, now witnessing the fully awakened Krystal. A spike of dread shot through the vulpine's back, and her instant reaction of thoughts was a mass army of cock-shafts driving into her tender nether lips.
"Oi. Lookis'. Da's crazy igg waken' up now," said the first one, nudging its comrade in the side. The other one sputtered and tried to bat its poking brethren away, attempting to ignore the words and watch the burning cauldron.
The verbal garble the creature's spoke with never ceased to surprise Krystal. Every time, their lilting accents resembled that of a crack-brained lunatic.
"Heyz, getz up! We gotz summin' to do widdiz one!" it spat, its defining features a strange, shrunken face hanging around its neck, perhaps to symbolize an icon of lesser authority. The other still attempted to ignore the command, till its comrade finally grabbed its neck and yanked it upwards, turning the yelping lizard toward Krystal.
"Yowk!! Oi! Not sa' hard! Not sa' hard!!" pleaded the other, this one, shockingly, missing completely both its eyes as two empty sockets attempted to stare in the vulpine's direction, hollow chasms like that of a skull, while rubbing its neck from being pulled out of comfort.
Oh, that image wasn't going to leave the vixen any time soon.
"Nok ittoff, TwIB: Iz bad enuff' I gotz to watch you'ze worthless carcass! I dun' needz no more baby iggs in my workin' place!" yelled the face bearing reptile, slapping the other called 'Twib' upside the slack of his neck.
"I ain't nuh' igg! Juz cuz' i'ze got no blinkerz dun' me I can't stik you!" said the eyeless one, making a failed attempt at a punch by swinging blindly in the air. Its keeper smacked it in the head once again.
"Wijj you knockz it off and put you'ze damn see-er back in? Foockin' igg," murmured the beast, growling lowly as Twib struggled to hit its brethren but still unable to do so.
Silent, Krystal watched the absurd parade of nonsense, now, for once, actually quite unafraid, as the two here seemed no more intelligent than an infant. Even their flesh tones were less intimidating, a very limp type of pale yellow juxtaposed to the deathly scorched black the fox was accustomed to seeing.
Though, she wasn't so much content as she was now disgusted. The one known as Twib then performed an act that was revolting, it pulling an object from a brown colored pouch at its waist, only to reveal that it was. . . an eye. A living at eye, at that. A squirming retina that was throbbing and writhing about, to which Twib let it hang over one of its voided sockets. Disgusted, Krystal could barely watch as the eye was dropped inside the right chasm, a sickening series of 'squirks' and 'splops' to signify it was attaching itself accordingly to the inner flesh of the grunt. And just as if it were never blind in the first place, Twib rotated the organ about in its skull, grinning when it felt satisfied the gooey sphere was secured.
"De're, iz you'ze happy now Kludder?" said Twib to the other now known as "Kludder." Kludder grimaced and frowned at the one-eyed serpentine, threatening to hit him once more for another outburst.
"Nuh!! Liddel' igg!! I ain't no smilez till' I gotz lest' ta' dealz wid'! I dun' care if dis' ting iz ta' chiefz! I ain't watchin' no more iggz!! Specially' wid you aroun'!!" quipped Kludder, regarding both its brethren and Krystal with a keen relapse of disgust. Like in most cases, the azure vixen could only wait with apprehension, unable to retaliate in any way irrelevant to the fact that she had few bonds about her, as the two still went on with their primitive rabble.
"Well fine," replied Twib, "waz we sposed' ta' do widdis' one?"
Again, Kludder backhanded Twib with a few more angered slaps.
"Forgettin' TwIB: Goez getz ta' baggin that ol' lod' Eirik told us to have! I reminded you'ze at least twelf' timez now!" grumbled the face-bearing reptile, shoving Twib off as the smaller one whined with annoyance. The one-eyed serpent then went off behind a corridor Krystal had not noticed before, whilst Kludder then turned his attention to the vixen.
It approached her, muttering as it walked, until it loomed over Krystal, regarding her with very little more than revulsion and burden. Its slitted pupils scanned her form very steadily, and it continued on and on to ramble inwardly as it fished for something in a leather pocket at its waist, same as Twib.
"Eirik dun' tellz me he wanted you'ze to grow. . . waddever' he talkin' roundz about I dun' know. Iz' all loopy and backwayz," stated Kludder to the fox girl, whom was hesitant to react save reel back and sit on her hands and haunches, watching Kludder carefully if he tried to do something. Even though she had a difficult time understanding these beasts, she did was able to decipher some fragments of their speaking, and that was all the warning she'd need.
"He talkin' roundz on you'ze like you'ze some kinna' fountin', so, you'ze sposed' ta' eat dis," continued the face-wearing creature, as it laundered out a medium size, ripe looking fruit, one that was deep purple with spots of white on it.
Looking at it, Krystal did actually feel quite hungry now. Her last meal had been some time back, being before her initial capture of the monsters hulking about. She didn't really understand what Kludder meant by "grow,"or "fountain" for that matter, but regardless, without much hesitation, she took the fruit from Kludder, and hungrily munched it down, greedily making sure all the fruit's juices were retained in both her muzzle and stomach. As small as the portion was, it was satisfying enough to fill her somewhat empty belly.
Kludder snorted, moving away, until Twib suddenly stumbled back in through the unseen corridor, one eye fretting about as it held a medium sized sac of a mahogany shade. There was a minor bruise just on the fringe of Twib's head, and the serpent was rubbing its noggin with care as it apparently had been battered for doing who knows what. Upon seeing him, the face-bearing beast gurgled with relief, happily evicting himself from Krystal's presence.
"That better be'z da' baggin' chiefz wanted," it threatened, Twib stumbling over, not really paying mind to its brethren.
"Dem' nasty torvs! Dey' un' almost snatch me tailz off! I hatez dem torvs. . ." whined Twib, as though Kludder had an ounce of care and had asked why the one-eyed sentient was rubbing its cranium.
"Aww, you po' little igg'. Nowz gimme' da' damn baggin' fore' I stab out' dat' peeper o' yourz!" barked Kludder, snatching the bag from the small grunt and nearly backhanding him once more. Its attention once again went to the blue furred fox girl, but instead of walking toward her again, it merely whistled.
"Eh you'ze, catch dis'!" commanded Kludder, tossing the bag Krystal's direction, whom nearly didn't react quickly enough as her paw snatched it up just in time. Amusingly, as hideous as the vixen found the serpentine creatures, some seemed to share the precise sentiment about the fox girl like she were the ugly one.
"What am I suppose to do with this?" asked she, disregarding her personal safety for the moment. Kludder eyed her with a ray of loathing, snorting and shrugging.
"I dun' know!" snapped Kludder, "lod' Eirik sayz you'ze know what it be whenz you sawz it. And, you gotta' stay herez with Twib and me ta' 'rest', er summin'. Worst day o' my life," sputtered the beast, clearly displeased that he was "stuck" with Krystal and Twib for some type of keeper's duty. From what Krystal gathered, Kludder had just said Eirik wanted her to "rest," get her energy back, or something of the like. That made her shudder. What exactly was the Chieftain planning if he wanted her strength up?
With little else to for the time serving, Krystal then opened up the mahogany sac to reveal its contents, Kludder and Twib going back at it in a volley of arguments to leave her in peace. Raising her brows, she lifted the first object from bag, and, for a moment, she was confused. It was like some long tapestry of frilled silk was in her hands, this first thing, and it appeared to be a form of clothing, though, it was so light, not to mention, the layers of it were nearly translucent to the naked eye. Fumbling with it, Krystal was shocked to find it had the same appearance as her golden top which snugly held her supple breasts, or in other words, Eirik wanted her to switch her original tethers for this one. Where precisely Eirik had found something that was in her size was a substantial mystery to the fox girl, as, fishing out the rest of the contents, there was also a thin strap of matching silk that was garnered for her loins, this not a cloth, merely a thin 'v' with two strings on it.
She felt slightly appalled now. While Chieftain Eirik could have paraded Krystal about naked and done a many other things to lower her all ready diminished dignity, he still wanted her to appeal to his tastes, this act of forcing Krystal to wear exposing garments almost as bad as raping her.
As for the rest of the bag, little else remained save for those same type of purple fruits Kludder have given her. There were at least four, and seeing as how this may have been her only food for the day, Krystal munched them down, carefully, savoring them and their moisture to nourish her grumbling belly. To her delight, they were not only tasty, but they left her with a very warm and hazy kind of feeling. Indeed, her chest now felt a-flutter and her mounds lightly tingled, bursting with tiny sparks of sensation roving about her torso. The juices melted in her stomach as they seemed to fill her up quite quickly, and, for once, a slight jolt of happiness ran through the vulpine, though Krystal was clueless as to why.
Strangely enough, the food had made the azure furred fox forget all about where she was or what she was being used for. It was as if simple fruits had managed to take all the pain away, for the time being, and allow her some peace in this otherwise tormenting existence.
The only thing left for Krystal was to await the hours, until night would fall, and she would be the slave once again.
*****
_There is a darkened man,
And in nature,
He who sits in the dark,
The maker of light
This beauty,
The sign of an open eye_
Krystal had managed a good deal of sleep since her morning encounter with the two reptiles Kludder and Twib. Being chained on a table had left her little else to do, and her overseers were more or less uninterested in letting her move around freely whilst they continued to bicker and argue betwixt themselves. She attempted many things to pass the time, but there was little to manage, though she allowed herself some spare moments to study the metal collar around her neck, looking for a way to remove it. That failing, the ocean blue vixen was forced into doing exactly what it was Eirik had wanted: rest. On and off, she napped and slept, the fruits she devoured earlier somehow keeping her appetite away even though they came in few servings, until, finally, a new faced lizard had entered the room to announce that Krystal was to come with it.
During those moments in between sleep, Krystal had, without really realizing it, put on the garments Eirik demanded she do from earlier. It was strange. She didn't recall doing that herself, but, she was intensely bored, and probably didn't remember it since she was lost in the vapor of her own thoughts.
Irregardless, the vixen was just happy to move when the guard finally came for her, Kludder and Twib not really noticing as they still snarled at the other about how livers were supposed to be cook or how a bug got its wings. She enjoyed stretching her legs when the grunting reptile warrior pulled her along by the chain collar, and flicked her tail about to work out tired kinks in her body. Then. . . something caught her gaze when she was being led along. It was her womanly mantle, her breasts, they were, well, larger, practically doubling in size.
Yes, now that she noticed those bouncing fruits that tented under the silk fabric, they had grown severely, and even at the senses of the light fabric cupping them, she realized that her nipples had become very sensitive, tingling at the slightest grace of touch. This made tendrils of worry and fear wrap about the mind of Krystal. Precisely how did this happen? Was she experimented on while she slept? This growth was far too speedy to have happened naturally, of course, and it certainly didn't occur her first night here. So what was it? What made her breasts become so large now?
The fruits?
Her mental questions subsided when she was at a familiar scene. A towering, black onyx door with fear-inducing markings met her jade iris', while the guard holding her chain leash battered the door with its lumbering fist. All apprehensive emotions tore back into Krystal, for now she was about to face the leader of these things (she still did not know what they called themselves) that was her master, her controller, the one who pulled her virginity away and made him her first. A chilling voice echoed through the dark frame, a familiar cold tone of sinister ire and foul planning.
"Enter." it said. Or, really, Eirik said.
The guard pulled Krystal along in silence, the blue vixen immediately sending her stare downcast as she re-visited the glorious main chamber of Chieftain Eirik, the mind of the vicious reptiles whom had an endearing thirst for war and blood. Inside, the guard was bizarrely quiet, kneeling when it entered the chamber, all ready under the powerful leer of its leader.
"Ah, so she returns to me," stated Eirik, "and look! My pet is all dressed up as well. Such a good girl. You may leave us, guard," he commanded.
The guard, wordlessly, slowly stood like a weighed down beast, turning to evacuate the room, leaving Krystal alone with the Chieftain, her body shivering for she still felt terror from his massive size and intent. She had to look up though, with morbid curiosity, had to see where Eirik was, for she felt he could pin her from anywhere, no doubt he all ready enticed by being able to get a small glimpse of her hot pink mounds and shivering nether lips.
He was sitting under the embrace of his demonic appearing throne, head resting on fist, still with his bright red, leathery flesh and diabolical, seething grin. An axe rested next to the arm of the throne, inscribed with several runic markings and bones of relinquished marrow, and a small helmet lay there as well, shaped perfectly to fit a serpent's head.
His eyes were tracing over Krystal with content joy, absorbing the now curvaceous form that had once evaded him. His tongue felt a bit of saliva form in his jaw, since Krystal's breasts were larger and more ample this time around, and her delicate body was no longer obscured by the brutal iron wrist and ankle cuffs from the day before. Smiling, his long tail twitched with new engorged lust and profound excitement. Eirik standing, he walked to his concubine, bearing his teeth as his wishes had been greatly fulfilled.
Looking down, Eirik picked up the long chain that was attached to Krystal's metal collar, tossing it around, toying with ideas and thoughts, gripping it tightly in his muscular fist.
"What's wrong, pet, aren't you happy to see me?" he said somewhat mockingly, taking a finger and scratching behind Krystal's ear, causing her to shudder.
She reacted at once. "Of course, Master," said she, wagging her tail, quickly dropping her disloyal facade, seeing as it had no purpose at this point.
"Yes, I missed you dearly today, pet. But there were a few things that had to be taken care of before you could become my concubine entirely," mused Eirik, leading Krystal by the chain as he returned to the throne.
Eirik then took the free end of the iron chain and hooked it to the lower side of the throne's stone frame, securing Krystal in place, the blue vixen now only allowed around four yards of free space to move. She realized now, watching with despair at the action, that Eirik was very obsessive over his property, keeping all things belonging to him in only one location, no vaults or hidden rooms for the prizes to be sealed. As it was up to Eirik, Krystal now surmised that she would never leave his side, Eirik so very adamant and protective over what belonged to him.
The Chieftain sat with a thud in his overlooking throne, smiling at Krystal and scratching his chin in surplus amusement. The vixen changed her expression naught, still plastered with a visage of worry and slight apprehension. Though, once again, in the dark pit of her heart, there was also excitement, intrigue to see what was to happen now.
"I hope you like your new clothes, pet," said Eirik, gesturing to the barely covering silk over Krystal's loins and breasts. "They've been in the archives for longer than I can remember. Fortunate now that they have a purpose again,"
"I do, Master," replied Krystal, although it tasted it a lie passing her lips. The large scarlet-toned reptile chuckled, clearly pleased.
"Good. I find they suit you well, they compliment your form. I'm sure you'll grow to like them then those other pieces of fabric you wore," he continued, intentionally trying to get Krystal used to wearing lighter amounts of clothing.
The blue vixen still waited. He was taking his time, just like the previous encounter, slowly engaging himself to his wildfire-esque lust.
"I've been wondering, my pet, since you were resting. . . I think you'd make a wonderful dancer. Such hips and curves you possess. . . you have more potential than simply barking for master and licking his cock, I should think,"
The blue fox girl winced at his words. She had merely thought he was going to sexually ravage her again, rape her in some new form or way, but now he wanted her to dance? To entertain? Was this the reason he wanted her to sleep for the larger portion of the day?
"Yes, that would be pleasing. Would you kindly, pet? Dance for master," he commanded, shifting himself in the throne seat as he did.
Krystal was somewhat at a loss. She was not precisely sure what Eirik had in mind when he instructed her, and some part of her still retaliated, fought the urge to give in. But, realizing that no meaningful end could be reached by refusing, the vixen obliged, starting by simply closing her eyes, attempting to escape her prison.
She started to move her body in a series of timid, sensual motions, a light sinew of rhythms as her eyes closed and she tried to imagine herself somewhere else. Her raunchy hips swayed in a pendulum like motion, tediously, not too quickly nor slowly, letting her paws trace over her body in delicate strokes. She imagined herself at a cool forest lakeside, with a waterfall nearby, and each motioned she performed was like that of bathing. She would wiggle her hips as if to get drops of water off, turn around and reach for her ankles to fully expose her rump and nether region, let paws fondle and massage her silky rack, careful not to avoid the nipples by giving them just a slight pinch.
All the movements were kept in line, gentle and articulate, no small detail left untouched. A paw would "bathe" the area of her clit, a few teasing strokes done here and there, whilst also rotating her finely sculpting haunches in circular, enticing methods, not mentally realizing just how caught up in the actions she had become. She also started to creep her way closer toward Eirik, allowing her dancing patterns to steadily grow nearer towards him, the details of her form becoming better seen by her master. Krystal slid her eyelids half open now, her facade by that of absolute submissiveness, now just inches away from Eirik and his fully protruding member. His gaze was still to her, ignoring his entirely erect shaft, demeanor calm and intrigued, both relaxed and stimulated by Krystal's erotic performance.
The fox girl's own mental voice of retaliation had long died out now. She was simply being obedient, as was the intent of her from the very beginning. The vixen allowed for more primal thoughts, keeping her back to Eirik, then brashly letting her rump slide on the fleshy mast behind her, not taking it in with her snatch, but stroking it, riding her buttocks on it like it were some kind of steel pole. Even with the cock-tease, even with Krystal's back door and shivering clit so close, Eirik remained still, somehow in utter control of his flaming urges.
As for the blue vulpine, that was all the same. So very close to his cock-shaft, she was, that her own body was lit by the blaze of lust, some form of her in dire need to be taken, right here and now. Her dancing began to emulate a movement of sexual invitation, dropping hints for Eirik to simply remove his tethers and penetrate her, ram her hard on the ground floor. She recalled how both horrifying and fantastic it was at the same time, a huge, throbbing member sliding in her moistness, so hot and strong it literally caused her to drool in a sexual daze.
Somewhat in trembles, Krystal could help it no more, planting her paws on Eirik's legs, and letting her head near the tip of his genital, letting her pink tongue fall out and give it one smooth lick. However, much to her surprise (and dismay, though she couldn't believe it) a hand gently grasped the hem of her forehead, pushing it back. With her emerald eyes still locked intensively on the velvety meat, Krystal whined a bit, moaning in plea as she wanted it in her so very badly now.
"No, no, pet, master didn't say to do that," warned Eirik, petting Krystal on the head in both a dangerous yet kind way.
Krystal's breathing had slightly increased and she didn't seem to really here Eirik, hunger in her stare. "Oh please, master, let me. . ." she begged, unaware of what she had just said and how she was acting at this moment.
Eirik sighed. He shook his head in a spasm as though a fly had just assailed him and then stood, scratching Krystal behind the ear. "As much as your enthusiasm is encouraged, you only do what masters tells you. Apparently you still need to be trained."
Krystal watched him walk behind her, with both fear and excitement tumbling through her, still with the haze of want parading in her mind. It was the unknown that made her anxious here, for Eirik was an enormous thing, one who clearly outsized his soldiers in these catacombs, and the things he could do to her with his strength were thoughts she rather fought against.
"In order to forgive this mistake of yours, you have to offer me something," Eirik said, tail now flicking about as it normally did. "And I know precisely what that will be," he said, turning to look at Krystal, whom was wide eyed with wonder.
Then, with both surprising speed and careful movements, he took Krystal's wrists and pinned her to the dusty ground, his bristling arms easily able to hold her in place as he gave her an amused grin.
"Master, wha-" gasped the azure vixen, watching in mortified pleasure as he took his long serrated teeth and cut the line of the silky mantle holding her supple breasts, which came bouncing out, far larger than they had originally been.
Licking his lips, Eirik proceeded to lightly nibble on one of the pink mounds, and, to Krystal's instant surprise, started to suck on her right sac, as a new, odd feeling buzzed about in her chest. Starting to moan as Eirik drained her, Krystal realized that she had been producing. . . milk, and the Chieftain was thirstily slurping it down and getting his fill. Apparently, something about her had changed this morning, and Eirik was happily drinking from this change with gusto.
"Nnnn. . ." she grunted, moving around in a form of static ecstacy that was going far beyond that of a simple sensation. Her nipple was so tender now, and each flicker of Eirik's tongue and gnawing teeth caused her to groan out in a crescendo of canid yelps and yowls.
Eirik, satisfied, quickly hopped off and wiped away some of the remaining lactation about his jaw, smiling. Krystal, shivering, looked down to see her breast leaking with the sweet nectar, aghast and in a strange trance of feelings sparking about her.
"Shame we lost the silk there. . . I suppose you're old outfit will have to do." said Eirik, fooling with the chain attached to Krystal's neck collar, musing once again.
"No doubt you're also a little curious about the milk. Well, as precious as you were all ready, I decided to put more value in you by having some of my engineers modify one of our old fezzer fruits. We use to feed them to soldiers before they died, and then split them open to get what we could from the carcass. . ."
Kneeling next to Krystal, he gave her a half lick-kiss on the cheek, stroking her hair. "But I think you're better off living than dead," he explained, giving another grin of both psychotic intent and generous banter.
"Now then pet, since you still need to be trained, I'm not the one setting the pace this round. That's going to be your job, pretty girl," he said, gesturing to his erection as he fell to his back. Krystal, her mind in a maelstrom and her body like a smoldering iron, didn't take too much time in obliging to Eirik. The chain collar allowing her enough room, Krystal mounted to her hands and knees, crawling atop the scarlet-hued serpent, forgetting the fact it was he that took her virginity.
The azure furred vixen carefully saddled herself near Eirik's length, clipping off the silk strings clamped to her shapely hips to expose herself entirely. Slowly and shakily, Krystal placed the slit of her nether lips just before the head of the reptilian member, letting the red lines rub against the hard shaft, sparks of pleasure all ready flinging through her. With her warm moist, she made her own thrust downward, taking the massive, hot pole up her vagina, the size of the mast expanding her inner walls while her tightness wrapped about the penis in draws of sensual delight.
Eirik grunted in satisfaction, while Krystal began grinding him, slowly rising her damp loins and then pounding down, allowing the entire genital to make its way inside her. All feelings of extreme heavenly gushes returned to her, the vixen moaning and yelping as the incredible spasm of sex continued to rack her form, her tits bouncing merrily, while her pace began to increase, each thrust more fantastic than the last.
The Chieftain took his leathery palms and began to fondle and toy with Krystal's breasts as she doggedly rode him on and on. He rotated his fingers round' the mantle of her pink tips, and upon pinching them, more of her sweet nectar dripped out, a river of the milk sliding down her body, her entire form graced with sweat, milk, and the juices now slipping out of her loins.
Tighter she tried to grasp the genital when bucked and bobbed her haunches on Eirik, using those fine curvaceous muscles in her legs and rump to exhume every inch of the searing meat inside her cervix. She moaned, howled, yelped, and even barked, barked like a dog pleasing its owner, the noises turning the vixen on even further rather than degrading her.
"Uugggh! Yes!" she cried out, when finally, a bursting orgasm rolled forth from her snatch, Eirik in turn doing the same, exploding with a load that deluged Krystal's vagina, a hot white nectar filling her orifice.
Krystal tightened the feel of her lower body around the length for as long as she could, breathing so heavily, sweat over her face as she blushed with lustful rage and pleasure. Never mind the fact that she had been captured, never mind the fact that she had been raped, this was fantastic, and her mind could not lie, Krystal enjoyed it, every last second of the act.
Pulling off of Eirik's erection, she made it her last duty to slide her tongue and lips over the dripping shaft, coated with both the reptile's seed and her own honey. She joyfully lapped at it with wet lips, sucking off all that remained of the white cream, tongue gracing over the hard flesh as the serpent groaned in more fits of pleased enticement.
"You did really want it, didn't you, pet?" Eirik queried earnestly, watching his fox smother his erection with exuberant gusto.
This continued on for a longer time than Krystal expected of herself. The rest of they day sizzled out as Eirik raped her again and again, the vulpine barking in heats of lust as she desired every last session. By the time the day had concluded, she had counted at least seven orgasms, all of which she lapped up the goods by the time they were finished.
So quickly had the vixen lost herself and her old cause. And yet so quickly did the vixen not care. . . continuing her service as the master's pet.