Auction House

The caravan swayed with the motions of the dusty road, jostling Alexa's massively distended belly with each bump and rut. She barely reacted beyond the occasional wince crossing her vacant expression as she sat there limply impaled in Vitus's lap.

The grizzled caravan master paid her little mind, simply enjoying the snug grip of her overstuffed quim hugging his buried cock. Thick ropes of his seed continued dribbling obscenely from her stretched opening to puddle between their joined sexes, but Vitus seemed unbothered by the lewd mess.

His rough, calloused hands roamed greedily over the hugely rounded curve of her midriff, giving an appreciative grope that made the taut flesh audibly slosh and ripple. Alexa remained motionless, just staring ahead blankly as more and more of the caravan master's virile loads were relentlessly crammed into her already overstuffed depths.

As the caravan crested a hill, the thatched rooftops and tilled farmlands on the outskirts of Whiterun came into view. Vitus grunted in satisfaction, hips rolling to sink his rigid length even deeper into Alexa's sopping quim. She let out a soft, mindless whimper, but didn't resist the penetration.

"That's it...just take it all like a good little cock-warmer," Vitus rumbled dismissively, giving her bloated gut a demeaning slap that made it wobble obscenely. Alexa's only response was a vapid moan and more of his thick spend leaking around the shaft stretching her wide.

The caravan master chuckled darkly, not caring in the slightest that the buxom wench had become nothing but a warm, willing set of holes to use and fill as he pleased. As far as he was concerned, she'd been bred into a living cock-sleeve - a mindless sex toy solely for his pleasure.

Vitus continued groping and mauling Alexa's hugely swollen form as the wagon rolled towards Whiterun's sturdy walls. Her vacant, cum-glazed expression never changed, no matter how roughly he pawed at her gravid belly or pistoned in and out of her sloppy, well-used cunt.

Alexa's abdomen ballooned out even larger - taut as an overripe melon and audibly sloshing with Vitus's copious seed. But the buxom blonde remained a drooling, mindless wreck impaled in his lap, utterly lost to the endless cycle of being pumped full.

The caravan rolled up to the outer walls, the guards eyeing Vitus and his cargo with suspicion. One gruff Nord stepped forward.

"State your business, merchant," he demanded in a bored tone, having clearly done this inspection a thousand times before. "What goods do you bring to Whiterun this day?"

Vitus looked up from where his cock was still stuffing Alexa's slit with another hot load. "Grain, breeding stock, carpets, pewter plates..." he listed off casually, as if the buxom wench impaled on his dick was just another commodity.

The guards exchanged a look, seemingly unsurprised by the woman's gravid state. One stepped up into the wagon, prodding and inspecting the sacks of grain while another ran appraising hands over the tightly-rolled carpets.

Finally, the first guard grunted and grabbed Alexa's face, turning it this way and that to examine her vacant, cum-glazed expression. "Fertile little broodmare, I reckon," he muttered disinterestedly, giving her distended middle an experimental pat that made it audibly slosh. "You really pumped the wench full of seed, didn't you?"

Vitus shrugged nonchalantly. "Priestess's fertility blessing did the trick. Bitch must be carrying a baker's dozen by now, way her cunt keeps gushing out my loads."

Seemingly satisfied with the inspection, the guards waved them through the gates with hardly a second glance. "Best get that whelp-mother to the auction soon as you can," one advised offhandedly. "She looks fit to burst her belly."

Once inside Whiterun's walls, Vitus grabbed a leather lead and clipped it to the iron collar around Alexa's neck without ceremony. With a harsh tug, he dragged the mindlessly drooling woman off the wagon and onto her hands and knees.

"Can't have you leaking out my hard work, cunt," he grunted, pulling out a thick wooden plug. Alexa didn't even flinch as he roughly shoved it into her sloppy, cum-leaking quim to seal his copious loads inside.

With the wench plug firmly lodged in Alexa's abused slit, Vitus led her by the leash towards the trade district like one would an obedient bitch. He set up a merchant's stall and began peddling his wares - sacks of grain, tightly-bundled carpets, and even a few cheap pewter trinkets.

All the while, the buxom, insensate woman knelt obediently at his feet like a well-trained breeding wench. Her gravid belly stuck out obscenely, stuffed to bursting with what must have been days' worth of the caravan master's virile seed.

More than a few potential customers shot speculative looks at the broken, drooling woman between bouts of appraising Vitus's other merchandise. One brawny Nord finally spoke up as he examined a bolt of fine cloth.

"That fat-bellied broodmare for sale?" he asked with a lecherous grin, nodding dismissively towards Alexa's kneeling form. "Could use a wench around the house when I'm not out on jobs."

Vitus dismissively patted Alexa's massively swollen belly, making the taut flesh audibly slosh with his copious loads. "This broodmare's headed to the auction block. But maybe you can nab yourself a nice ripe breeding wench while you're there too."

The burly Nord customer chuckled, handing over some septims for the bolt of cloth. "Aye, reckon I just might at that..."

His words seemed to trigger something in Alexa's cum-addled mind. For a fleeting moment, clarity flickered in her glazed eyes as she turned her head towards the man. But then the drooling, mindless mask slipped back into place.

Over the next few hours, these moments of lucidity came more frequently. Alexa would slowly blink, her brow furrowing slightly as fragmented memories and rational thoughts trickled through the haze - only to be subsumed again by the feeling of the endless amount of seed in her womb.

By the time Vitus finished selling his wares, Alexa's eyes had regained a hint of their previous alertness. When he tugged her leash, she moved with stiff, halting steps rather than the boneless compliance from before.

The next stretch passed in a disorienting blur for Alexa. One moment she was being roughly handled into a cramped holding pen with other curvaceous, scantily-clad women. The next, she found herself herded out onto a raised wooden platform surrounded by jeering crowds.

Alexa blinked slowly as her senses gradually returned. The fog of mindless breeding lust was finally lifting, allowing her to take in her new surroundings.

She stood naked on a raised wooden platform, one of many buxom beauties lined up like cattle for auction. A tight iron collar dug into the soft skin of her throat, connected by a sturdy leash to a metal ring set into the boards beneath her bare feet. Mercifully, her belly had returned to its flat, toned state rather than the obscenely distended breeding-gut from before.

Alexa's eyes darted around in growing panic as she became more lucid. She was completely nude, and on full display for the jeering crowd that surrounded the raised platform. Catcalls and lewd remarks assaulted her from all sides as men and women alike drank in the sight of her absolutely gorgeous figure.

To her left and right stood other gorgeous wenches - all buxom beauties with bodies built for breeding. Their heavy breasts strained against their skimpy coverings, while plump bubble butts threatened to spill free of the flimsy loincloths. Despite their exposed state, the women stood proud, seemingly accustomed to being ogled like prize livestock.

A portly Imperial man stepped up onto the stage, raising a hand for silence. "Gentlefolk, we have an exquisite batch of fertile flesh for your discerning tastes today!" he announced in a booming voice. "Who wants to kick off the bidding on these prime breeding wenches?"

Instantly, a forest of hands shot up accompanied by eager shouts. The auctioneer grinned wolfishly, clearly relishing the chance to run up the price.

"1500 septims to start us off for this fiery redhead!" the portly Imperial man announced, gesturing towards the buxom beauty standing beside Alexa. "Do I hear 1600? 1700?"

A gruff shout came from the back of the crowd. "2000 for those fat tits and ass!"

The auctioneer grinned wolfishly. "2000 it is then! Going once...going twice..."

Alexa swallowed hard, trying not to squirm under the weight of so many ravenous gazes. Her eyes darted between the leering crowd, taking in the eager expressions of men and women alike. More than a few futanari stood among the masses, the thick bulges tenting their trousers leaving little to the imagination.

"Sold to the gentleman for 2000 septims!" the auctioneer crowed, slamming his gavel down. "Now, who wants to make me a starting offer on this brunette beauty?"

He gestured grandly towards the next wench in line - a buxom beauty with brown hair and a body built for sin. Her heavy breasts threatened to spill free from the scandalously sheer wrappings, while a pair of plump asscheeks peeked out from the thong-like loincloth.

The bidding started in a frenzy, with buyers shouting increasingly obscene prices and lewd remarks at the brunette on stage. Alexa felt her cheeks flush hot as she realized that would be her up there soon, completely naked and on display like a piece of meat.

One by one, the gorgeous wenches were paraded out and sold off to the highest bidder amidst wild cheers. Some went for 'modest' sums of 2000 or 3000 septims, while others with particularly juicy curves or exotic looks raked in bids over 5000 or more.

The bidding frenzy reached a fever pitch as Alexa stepped up as the final wench. Men shoved each other aside, jockeying for a better view of her luscious body. More than a few futanari openly groped their bulging crotches, precum already soaking through their trousers at the sight of the blonde bombshell.

"The crown jewel, you thirsty fucks!" the auctioneer hollered, running his lustful gaze over Alexa's hourglass figure. "Who wants to sink their cock into the hottest piece of breeding stock in Skyrim?"

A roar went up from the crowd, hands waving wildly. Alexa trembled as vulgar catcalls and degrading remarks washed over her.

"5000 septims to fuck that fat ass!"

The auctioneer scoffed. "Don't insult this top-tier wench! We start the bidding at 7000 for a body like that."

The price skyrocketed as bids were shouted back and forth, climbing past 8000...8500...9000 septims in no time. Alexa flushed crimson under the ravenous stares.

"9500 septims!" A powerful feminine voice cut through the chaos like a whip-crack. "From Lady Yvariel of Dawnstar!"

The crowd parted, revealing a statuesque Nord beauty with striking features and long dark hair. The futanari noblewoman sneered at the masses, brazenly cupping the thick, veiny bulge straining against her tight trousers.

Alexa's breath caught in her throat at the imposing sight of that mouthwatering bulge. She could make out every thick, throbbing vein pulsing under the fabric, her tongue instinctively wetting her lips.

The auctioneer licked his lips. "9500 going once to the Lady of Dawnstar! Twice...?"

He paused, clearly hoping someone would top the exorbitant price to breed Alexa's womb. When no further bids came, he banged his gavel.

"Sold to Lady Yvariel for 9500 septims! A bargain to stuff that womb full of noble seed."

Alexa could scarce believe what was happening as she stood there naked, on full display. She had meant to simply get her Wench Token, but here she was - sold into slavery like a prize breeding bitch. Just as that sign outside Riverwood had warned...

An officious-looking man from the auction house approached and tugged sharply on the leash attached to her collar. "Come along then, wench. Your new mistress awaits."

He led Alexa to a private room off the main auction stage. Three people were inside - two gorgeous, scantily-clad wenches and an imposing Nord woman who could only be Lady Yvariel herself.

The statuesque beauty reclined on a plush couch, completely nude from the waist down. A massive cock - easily a foot long and as thick as Alexa's wrist - jutted obscenely from her crotch. The two wenches knelt obediently before their mistress, one suckling on Yvariel's heavy balls while the other slurped greedily on the futa's stupendous length.

Alexa's eyes went wide, shamelessly drinking in every glorious inch of that mouth-watering cock. She could feel her mouth watering just imagining trying to take such a huge thing.

The officious man exchanged some words with Lady Yvariel in a low tone, no doubt finalizing the transfer of Alexa's "ownership." The futa noblewoman seemed utterly unbothered by her two wenches slobbering all over her genitals, simply reclining in satisfaction.

Finally, the officious man gave a curt nod and made his way out, leaving Alexa alone with her new mistress and fellow wenches. To her surprise, Yvariel didn't immediately demand anything from the gorgeous blonde.

"Welcome to my company, fair Alexa," the futa said in a rich, commanding tone. She reached down to gently stroke the hair of the two women worshiping her cock and balls. "Do not fear - I treat my wenches with great care and affection, so long as they obey."

Despite her imposing presence and thick, veiny cock, there was an undeniable kindness in Yvariel's eyes as she regarded Alexa. The blonde couldn't help relaxing slightly under that warm gaze.

"I lead a party of adventurers, and each member serves a vital role," Yvariel continued, giving a nod towards her two wenches. "Eira here wields sword and shield as our warrior."

The brunette wench sucking eagerly on the futa's cock looked up at the mention of her name, flashing Alexa a reassuring smile through her messy slurping.

"While Lena is our scout and archer," Yvariel said, patting the redhead nuzzling into her heavy ballsack. "Both are loyal and skilled, in and out of the bedchamber."

The two women beamed with pride at their mistress's praise, clearly doting on the futa. Lena gave Alexa an encouraging wink as she lapped at Yvariel's nuts.

"However, I am in need of a new mage and healer for my party," Yvariel said, her tone becoming more business-like as she regarded Alexa frankly. "You will study the arcane arts and seek to learn the skills of an adept spellcaster. I will supply you with all the books and materials required."

She leaned forward, eyes narrowing. "But make no mistake - you are now my property, my wench. Should you fail to learn the mystic arts, you will serve me as a breeding wench. Is that understood?"

Alexa's eyes widened in disbelief as Yvariel laid out her expectations. Study to become a mage and healer? Serve as a breeding wench if she failed? The audacity of this futa thinking she could just own Alexa like a piece of property made her blood boil.

"You can't be serious," Alexa spat, hands balling into fists. "I'm not anyone's property or wench to order around!"

She shot a defiant glare at the two women still lavishing attention on Yvariel's impressive cock and heavy balls. Eira paused her messy sucking to look up at Alexa with a resigned sigh.

"Told you she'd be a brat about it, mistress," the warrior wench said, rolling her eyes. "They always put up that token resistance at first."

Lena hummed in agreement, not stopping her languid licking and nuzzling of Yvariel's sack. "Mmhmm, you're going to have to put this little wildcat through the paces on your cock before she learns her place under you."

The two wenches shared a look, seeming thoroughly unsurprised by Alexa's outburst. Yvariel simply arched an eyebrow, unfazed.

"Is that so?" she rumbled, giving her thick shaft an idle stroke. "You have fire in you, I'll give you that. But I did not pay a small fortune at that auction just to have you mouth off to me, wench."

Alexa opened her mouth to protest further, but the imposing futa cut her off with a look.

"Save your empty bravado. You will service me, and in doing so, you will learn obedience and humility."

Yvariel beckoned Alexa over with a crook of her finger. "Come here, girl. Get acquainted with the cock you will be worshiping regularly from now on."

Alexa felt the enchanted collar around her throat pulse with magic, compelling her body to obey against her will. She tried to resist, digging her heels in, but it was no use. An invisible force dragged her forward until she was kneeling before Yvariel's spread thighs.

The futa's cock was even more intimidatingly huge up close - a veiny, throbbing monster thicker than Alexa's wrist and at least a foot long. The heavy balls below were sized to match, hanging low in Yvariel's sack.

"Go on, get acquainted with your new purpose," Yvariel rumbled, giving a subtle nod.

Alexa felt her jaw being wrenched open by that magic force until her lips were stretched obscenely wide. Then the collar guided her head forward, impaling her on that girthy cock until her lips met the base.

"Mmmphhh!" she protested, the muffled sound vibrating along Yvariel's shaft. But the futa simply sighed in satisfaction, reclining back as Alexa was forced to take the entire thick length down her throat.

The warrior wench Eira grinned wickedly at Alexa's predicament. "That's it, get used to the feeling of mistress's cock stuffing you full," she purred, reaching out to grope Alexa's heavy breasts. "You're going to be taking it in every hole before long."

Lena joined in as well, her dainty hands roaming over Alexa's plump ass cheeks. "Mmm, this ass is gonna look so good bouncing on mistress's dick," the redhead mused, giving the jiggling flesh a firm squeeze.

Alexa could only whimper helplessly around the thick shaft crammed into her throat. She could feel her mind getting hazy, overwhelmed by the sheer girth filling her up so completely. Her eyelids started fluttering as she struggled not to pass out from lack of air.

Sensing her distress, Yvariel allowed the collar to pull Alexa's head back until just the flared cockhead remained trapped between her lips. "I did not bring you here simply to skullfuck you into oblivion, Alexa," the futa said sternly. "At least, not yet."

She smirked at Alexa's glazed expression. "We might as well get this unpleasantness out of the way now. Do you believe you have any means of escaping the enchantments binding you to me?"

Alexa's eyes widened at the question, some of the haze clearing. She tried to shake her head, but the collar forced her jaw to unhinge once more.

"I...I might..." she rasped out, voice already raw from the rough facefucking. "My inventory...I can access it..."

Yvariel arched an eyebrow at that, clearly intrigued. "Is that so? I had assumed the answer would be a firm no." She leaned forward, eyes narrowing. "Explain, now. What is this 'inventory' you speak of?"

Alexa licked her lips slowly, buying herself a moment as she gathered her thoughts. "It's...an invisible space, bound to me. I can take items in and out of it at will."

She swallowed hard, feeling the collar's compulsion forcing her to continue. "If I have the right tools or equipment stored there...maybe I could find a way to remove this collar..."

Yvariel's expression darkened at that admission. For a tense moment, Alexa feared she'd angered the futa enough to suffer severe punishment. But then Yvariel's full lips curved into a wicked grin.

"Well now..." She purred, giving Alexa's golden hair an approving stroke. "It seems I purchased more than just a gorgeous mother-to-be at that auction."

The futa noblewoman leaned back, idly stroking the thick shaft still glistening with Alexa's spit. "Having an obedient wench with access to some kind of...personal inventory space could prove extremely useful to me. Wouldn't you agree, Alexa?"

The collar compelled her to nod meekly. "Y-Yes, Mistress..."

Yvariel chuckled at her submissive response. "Good girl. Now, I want you to explain this ability to me in full detail. How does it work? What limitations does it have? And most importantly..." Her eyes glinted with greedy interest. "What exactly do you currently have stored away in there?"

Alexa squirmed under that piercing gaze, feeling the enchanted collar tightening around her throat until she finally spoke up.

"It works like...a private dimension, bound to me personally," she explained haltingly. "I can take items in and out of it at will. Though I cannot directly take away items on my person owned by someone else, like my… collar."

Yvariel made an intrigued noise in her throat, giving a subtle nod for Alexa to continue.

"The amount I can actually store is limited by my stamina though," Alexa went on reluctantly. "Big, heavy items like full sets of armor take up way more space than small things like potions or whatever."

She chewed her lip, trying not to look too directly at the futa's thick, intimidating cock. "But even with my normal stamina, I can store a pretty huge amount of basic supplies and gear before hitting the limit. It's...well, it's incredibly useful, to be honest."

Yvariel hummed thoughtfully at that explanation. "I can certainly see the potential advantages of such an ability," she mused, giving Alexa an appraising look. "Especially with someone that belongs to me to control access to it. No more worrying about overloaded pack mules or extra hirelings slowing us down."

The well-endowed noble licked her full lips slowly, eyes glinting. "Which brings me to my next question - just what exactly are you currently carrying in this invisible inventory of yours? Don't leave out a single detail now, Alexa."

Alexa felt the collar's magic tightening further, forcing her to comply fully. "I...I have some basic supplies," she admitted reluctantly. "Ten waterskins, twenty-five loaves of bread, ten strips of dried salted meat, and three wheels of cheese."

Yvariel arched one perfectly sculpted eyebrow at that pedestrian list of items. "Is that all? Surely my new wench has more interesting...possessions tucked away than just rations, yes?"

Her new mistress leaned back on the plush couch, eyes boring into Alexa with an intense, expectant look that made the blonde's throat go dry. The futa's monumental cock bobbed heavily, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

"Out with it, girl," Yvariel rumbled in that rich, commanding tone. "Show me what other delightful surprises you might be hiding away in that little space of yours."

Alexa swallowed thickly, unable to meet the adventurer's piercing gaze. The enchanted collar pulsed with magic, compelling her to speak truthfully.

"I...I only just got access to that space within the last week," she admitted reluctantly. "There's not much in there besides seventy-five septims. And...an iron butt plug that I, uh, mastered back in Riverwood."

She risked a glance up, only to find Yvariel studying her with an inscrutable expression. The futa's full lips twitched briefly, as if fighting back an amused smirk.

"A mastered iron butt plug, you say?" Yvariel murmured, one calloused hand drifting down to grope Alexa's plump ass cheek possessively. "My, my...it seems I purchased quite the experienced little anal slut at that auction."

Alexa's cheeks flushed bright red at the degrading words, but the collar's binding magic prevented her from denying or confirming Yvariel's assertion. The futa chuckled richly at her flustered silence, giving the jiggling flesh a firm squeeze that made Alexa's breath hitch.

"Well, I certainly look forward to getting better...acquainted with that particular piece of your inventory later," Yvariel purred. "But for now, I want you to prove this storage ability of yours is real. Give me those seventy-five septims you mentioned."

Alexa hesitated, torn between defiance and the compulsion of the collar. But after a moment, she sighed in resignation and focused her will. An invisible panel flickered into view before her, displaying rows of icons and menus only she could see.

She navigated through the inventory system until her gaze settled on a small coin pouch listed under currency. She touched the icon and the leather sack appeared in her hand.

"Here," she muttered, holding it out for Yvariel to take. "Seventy-five septims, just like I said."

The futa plucked the offered pouch from Alexa's grasp, weighing it appreciatively with a hum. She tugged the drawstring and upended it over her palm, letting the golden coins spill out in a clinking cascade.

"Well, I'll be..." Yvariel murmured, scooping the septims back into the pouch. Her eyes sharpened as she regarded Alexa with new interest. "It seems you weren't lying about this inventory space after all."

She tossed the pouch aside carelessly. "It turns out I may have an even greater need to get you...accustomed to your new position here than I first thought." Yvariel smirked at her two wenches. "Wouldn't you agree, my lovelies? I think your new sister needs a...deeper understanding of her role."

Eira and Lena exchanged a heated look before turning their gazes on Alexa. With wicked grins, they pounced - pinning the blonde's wrists and straddling her as they rained hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulders.

"Mistress spoils her obedient wenches rotten," Eira purred between nibbles, hands roaming Alexa's curves. "Treats us like the treasured playthings we are."

Lena hummed agreement, grinding against Alexa's stomach as she captured the blonde's lips in a deep kiss. "And that cock...oh Alexa, just wait until Mistress stretches you absolutely full."

The two women moaned into the heated tangle of limbs, worshiping Alexa's body with lips, tongues and wandering hands. Soon the blonde was splayed out on the plush couch, legs lewdly spread as they lavished attention on her breasts and sex.

Yvariel watched with hungry eyes as Alexa writhed on the plush couch, the blonde's back arching wantonly. Her pouty lips parted in a breathless moan, those generous breasts heaving with each ragged breath.

"That's it, my sweet slut," the imposing futa purred, rising to kneel between Alexa's lewdly spread thighs. "Let your new sisters show you how an obedient wench worships her mistress."

She leaned in until her full lips brushed Alexa's, the weight of her heavy breasts mashing against the blonde's own immense tits. Yvariel's thick, veiny cock bobbed obscenely, the flared head prodding insistently at Alexa's drenched slit.

"You're going to love being owned by me," Yvariel murmured, giving a teasing thrust that made Alexa whimper. "Especially once you've had this superior cock stretching you absolutely full..."

With a graceful roll of her hips, the futa noblewoman pushed forward - her bulbous cockhead spreading Alexa's slick lower lips in one delicious glide. She sank in deeper with each elegant thrust, that girthy shaft filling the gorgeous blonde in a slow, unstoppable push.

Alexa mewled shamelessly as Yvariel's cock stretched her wider and wider, those heavy tits mashing together in the most intimate embrace. Eira and Lena continued lavishing her body with hot, open-mouthed kisses as their mistress thoroughly claimed her new prize.

"Mmm, that's a good girl..." Yvariel groaned in Alexa's ear, her voice a rich, sinful purr. "Just let your new owner take you again and again, like the needy wench you are..."

Her hips rolled in a sensual, leisured grind, burying every thick inch of that monstrous cock inside Alexa's convulsing depths. The two wenches moaned their encouragement, doting on their mistress as she bred the blonde's aching cunt.

"Oh fuck yes..." Lena breathed against Alexa's throat, sucking wet kisses along the sensitive flesh. "Just imagine how incredible it'll feel when Mistress pumps all our bellies full of her seed at once..."

Eira hummed hungrily in agreement, her calloused hands roaming Alexa's curves with blatant greed. "We'll be her perfect little breeding pets...kept solely to warm her cock and carry her noble children."

The warrior wench flashed a wicked grin, leaning in to murmur against Alexa's parted lips. "And just wait until you feel that fat dick stretching your slutty little asshole next. You'll be addicted to worshiping our mistress's body, just like us."

Alexa panted hotly against Yvariel's full lips, her eyelids fluttering with helpless arousal. The futa's hips rolled in an agonizingly slow grind, that thick cock sinking into Alexa's convulsing depths with each lazy thrust. The sounds of their joined sexes were obscene - a lewd smacking that made the blonde's pussy clench needily.

"Such a quick study, my sweet new wench," Yvariel rumbled in a rich purr. She captured Alexa's mouth in a deep, probing kiss, her dexterous tongue dominating the blonde's own. When they finally broke apart, a thin strand of saliva still connected their swollen lips. "Good girl...I fully intend to mold you and your sister-wenches into the most obedient, devoted little playthings a noble like me could ask for."

The futa pulled back just enough to meet Alexa's heated gaze, their bodies still intimately joined. That girthy cock stretched the blonde's aching pussy so deliciously full with each tiny movement of Yvariel's powerful hips. "I can see the hunger in those pretty eyes already," she murmured throatily. One calloused hand stroked Alexa's flushed cheek with surprising tenderness. "You were made for this, sweet girl - made to worship a superior woman's body with complete devotion."

Alexa swallowed thickly, unable to deny the blatant truth she saw reflected in Eira and Lena's sated, adoring expressions. The two wenches doted on their mistress shamelessly, lavishing every inch of that majestic body with intense attention. The blonde's soaked sex clenched needily around Yvariel's thick, veiny length as it sank home again and again in that maddeningly slow grind.

"That's it..." Yvariel breathed, cupping Alexa's chin almost reverently to hold her heated stare. "Don't fight your new role, sweet thing." Her thumb traced the curve of the blonde's pouty lower lip gently. "Just surrender to your purpose as my wench...let me guide you into the blissful obedience you were born for. Existing only to worship this superior woman's body."

The futa mistress chuckled richly, that sinful sound sending a shiver down Alexa's spine. Then Yvariel was claiming her lips again in a deep aggressive kiss - her powerful hips thrusting forward to bury that thick shaft to the hilt. The blonde could only cry out helplessly as the noble thoroughly claimed her prize…