Karen was broken, going mad with pleasure, with bliss. Her long legs flexed around him, pulling at his body desperately. She could only think about him inside of her, him on top of her... of the martial artist being impaled by him again and again.

But she wasn't, such a base need wasn't being met. Although Saur had mastered her body, broken her will, she still was not being satisfied so deeply. Instead, held in torment, her mind was shrieking in desperate ecstasy. Her mouth hung open now, pink tongue beginning to slide out... she was so hot, she needed to cool. Needed to explode.

And, with him merely sucking on her aching peaks, his scaled tail roughly ravaging her cavernous cleavage, she did. From this humiliating shame, with him simply abusing her mounds, she came. He rode her through it, her body submitting to his power and weight, simply wriggling left and right. Sweat was sliding across her skin, her nerves awake, hot.

A ragged scream finally wrenched from soft lips, a tired, exhausted, defeated noise, yet filled with nothing else but pure bliss and need. Her heavy tits rose and fell quickly under his care, her lungs heaving for air. Finally she goes limp, eyes weakly looking up at him. Pleading for him to enter her.

Her body twisted and turned under him, her breath coming in rapid gasps under his attention. He poured on the attention, unrelenting until with a last, aching cry, she sank back into her comforter. Her legs loosened around him, as he rose up off her. Lust-filled eyes stared up at him, pleading while her open mouth drew in large, rapid breaths, sending her tits, red where his hands had groped her, bouncing.

She get the respite she was hoping for as he stood up and dragged her roughly off the bed. Her legs, weak under her, didn't have to support her long as he sat on the edge of the bed and forced her down to her knees in front of him. One monstrously strong hand held her forearms tightly together over her head. "Don't think tonight was going to be all about you, Karen. You're my prize, not the other way around. I'm just...priming the pump" he growled, staring down at her. Despite her upturned face, it was impossible to ignore the sight of his rod, still hard and glistening from her juices, several feet from her face.

Last, weak gasps of pleasure escaped her as she shook, and Karen just stared at the monster that had mastered her. Breasts jiggled with her breaths, and she felt herself begin to relax.

Until she was moved. Crying out in surprise, she was pulled off the bed, forced to kneel. In front of him. She reflexively tried to bring her arms down, to brace herself, to cover herself. But they were pulled above her head. Her breasts jutted forwards, and she shivered uneasily in place, causing them to wriggle and dance more.

Prize. That's what she was. Was that why she was so... so hot? Being a prize... a catch? That couldn't be it, could it?

Long lashes covered her eyes as they half-closed. Lips slowly parted. What she desired... needed... was before her. She knew what he wanted. Maybe if he got it, she would... another swallow. Then gently, she eased forwards. Lips meeting his head, tasting herself upon his head. His powerful, masculine rod... she was going to service it. Because of her need... and as his prize...

He waited as she looked up at him then down at the shaft in front of her then back up at him. He knew that she knew what was expected. She struggled a bit, her luscious body bouncing delightfully, her eyes never leaving him. Gradually, she spent more time looking at his lap and less looking up at him until she slowly, almost unconsciously began to lean forward. A low groan escaped his throat as she pressed her lips around the head of his shaft, soft, wet tongue licking him and tasting her juices.

"Good girl, Karen," he grumbled, his hand holding her arms, resting against the top of her head as her tongue wandered over his thick head.

Moaning, lips softly, sensually slide over his head. Her tongue slips free, running alongside him. Her arms wiggle... but are still held tightly. Leaning forwards, she brought her lips completely over him. She had never done this... not... not like THIS. Her tongue slid over his cock, her head slid down. Hair spilled down over her shoulders, the tilt of her head concealing her face in a veil of dark hair.

She wanted to speak. Wanted to say something. Wanted to break free. Wanted... to continue. She was cooling off, which only made her mind shy away even more at what she was doing. Voluntarily. Groaning, she rolled her tongue under the shaft, shocked at how big a thing it was, right up close. That thing, that had broken her will the last time...

Another deep groan of appreciation escaped his throat when her mouth opened and surrounded him. Small moans escaped her as she leaned forward into his lap, her tongue stroking along the bottom of the scaled rod, drawing a quiet approving hiss from him.

Looking down at her, he felt a slight twinge of disappointment as her hair fell forward. Reaching out with his free hand, he pushed her hair back over her bare shoulder, smiling as watched her mouth move up and down his shaft.

He closed his eyes and savored the moment, enjoying the feel of her soft, wet lips and tongue as she worked to please him. "Very good girl," he said quietly.

A hot mouth swallowed him, tongue stroking him. She felt him brush her hair back, and Karen groaned louder. Every little thing sent her body into spasms, her heart racing again. A part of her knew exactly what was going on. A part of her hated it. But all of her was submitted before him, for safety... or to ease the storm of desire swimming through her head.

She had little experience, bobbing her head slowly. Lips shifted and worked down his scales, her tongue continuing to explore him. His words made her shiver, and she rose up on her knees a little, easing closer to him. Soft groans started to echo from her mouth now, toes curling. She needed this... needed more... much more. When would he...?