06-16-2011, 02:54 AM
The nymph withered and moaned on the floor in the aftershocks of her orgasm and could do nothing as he whispered his next order into her ear. Her eyes shot open but she couldnt resist him and he could feel her waning mind trying to thrash against the control of the Anklet with all her strength, desperately battling its dominating influence as The Master slowly lowered his head down her body. "N...N...o...s....s...t..." she pleaded into his mind, struggling hard against the control, only able to defy its power with her thoughts, and then only so much. In fact, that was all she managed to get out before he arrived at her pussy, pulling back the folds of her dress to gaze upon her glazed wonder. A hot blush covered her face and her butt wiggled as she tried to move away, but the anklet wouldnt let her.
Then came the first lick and again a wave of pleasure distorted her thoughts, breaking all her concentration. It wasnt as powerful as a full on orgasm, but it was close. She released a shameful moan and gasp, her pussy twitching as the pleasure spread through her. Then the second lick, a follow up blast of ecstasy that built up on the first. "Ahhh...." She moaned, still unable to speak at all. Her hands weakly clawed the wooden floor, her pussy lubricating itself more in response to the pleasuring licks.
Then the third lick, The Master's large orc tongue easily covered the small nymph's entire pussy each time, and like so many other things about orcs, his tongue was rough and skilled. The next wave of pleasure was a like a shot gun blast tearing through the frail paper walls of her minds last defenses and sent her brain spiraling into the abyss of another mind shattering orgasm, or rather, it would have, save for the magic of the anklet. Her orgasm was restrained, and the shock in her mind was palpable. She had expected paradise, and instead experienced simply more lust.
For a few seconds she projected rage beyond words and frustration past reason into his mind, blasting him with her displeasure and hatred. Then came the fourth deadly lick, a powerful blast of pleasure that built off the third and made thinking literally impossible for her for a few seconds. The insane rush of lust should have brought her to the greatest orgasm of her long life, and yet again, there was a halt, a restraint, and she found herself vexed once more by the magic of the anklet.
Her body trembled, her voice filled the room with moans and screams of delight and pleasure, and she couldnt even recover fast enough this time to project her emotions at him at all. She thrust her hips up uncontrollably for the fourth lick, pushing her pussy up towards him in shame and sheer lust, and that lick knocked away the last of her self consciousness that remained. It would take her minutes to recover any of her thoughts now, and all that mattered, all that existed, was the pleasure of The Master's tongue against her soaked pussy.
Her juices tasted sweet, almost like a fruit juice, but one that The Master had never tasted before. Her skin began to change color, blue, and then red and then orange and then purple and then back to blue, trying anything in her power to escape him, unable to even understand her futility anymore.
Then came the first lick and again a wave of pleasure distorted her thoughts, breaking all her concentration. It wasnt as powerful as a full on orgasm, but it was close. She released a shameful moan and gasp, her pussy twitching as the pleasure spread through her. Then the second lick, a follow up blast of ecstasy that built up on the first. "Ahhh...." She moaned, still unable to speak at all. Her hands weakly clawed the wooden floor, her pussy lubricating itself more in response to the pleasuring licks.
Then the third lick, The Master's large orc tongue easily covered the small nymph's entire pussy each time, and like so many other things about orcs, his tongue was rough and skilled. The next wave of pleasure was a like a shot gun blast tearing through the frail paper walls of her minds last defenses and sent her brain spiraling into the abyss of another mind shattering orgasm, or rather, it would have, save for the magic of the anklet. Her orgasm was restrained, and the shock in her mind was palpable. She had expected paradise, and instead experienced simply more lust.
For a few seconds she projected rage beyond words and frustration past reason into his mind, blasting him with her displeasure and hatred. Then came the fourth deadly lick, a powerful blast of pleasure that built off the third and made thinking literally impossible for her for a few seconds. The insane rush of lust should have brought her to the greatest orgasm of her long life, and yet again, there was a halt, a restraint, and she found herself vexed once more by the magic of the anklet.
Her body trembled, her voice filled the room with moans and screams of delight and pleasure, and she couldnt even recover fast enough this time to project her emotions at him at all. She thrust her hips up uncontrollably for the fourth lick, pushing her pussy up towards him in shame and sheer lust, and that lick knocked away the last of her self consciousness that remained. It would take her minutes to recover any of her thoughts now, and all that mattered, all that existed, was the pleasure of The Master's tongue against her soaked pussy.
Her juices tasted sweet, almost like a fruit juice, but one that The Master had never tasted before. Her skin began to change color, blue, and then red and then orange and then purple and then back to blue, trying anything in her power to escape him, unable to even understand her futility anymore.
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