He said something to the guard who rushed off after her request for water. The pit was not so wide that he couldn't reach her barely wider than her body. Fingers set upon her belly and slide down a little further to the bump. He pressed against it, seemed to judge matters.

“Another day. Longer would be too dangerous.”

She did get a better look at one of the leeches though. It looked more like an eyeless squid. The color was unknown as it was caked in mud too. It held on as they all had and she dangled there with her shoulders growing sore. In the pit at least her feet touch bottom and supported her weight. She was left dangling there though it was only for a few minutes before the guard returned with a water bottle that had a plastic clear straw.

Given water she was given a food cube to appease some of her hunger but not much before she had been lowered into the pit again.

Most of the things that had been attracted by her body heat had already been latched on. More came at night when it was coldest but these left when the mud began to warm in the morning.

Lifted back out of the pit there were two guards now and Kurgan.

“Close your eyes.” It had been the only warning she got before one of the guards began to use a fire extinguisher on her. Or something similar. It was cold and the things attached to her fell off or let go and returned to the pit. There were still the ones inside her but they had not been active and no others joined them.

With a nod Kurgan instructed the guards to take her down. They hauled her off and grabbed another slave along the way who spent some time cleaning her up. Muddy clothes where the things had not ruined them had been discarded leaving her just with her collar.

Once she was cleaned though one guard remained to have some fun with the slave they grabbed while the smaller one took her back to Kurgan. He left her there and Kurgan offered her another water bottle.

“How are you feeling?”

It felt like an eternity had passed before the second day came to an end and more guards lifted her out of that hellish hole. Sore, weary and craving for about everything her body could think of, her mind didn’t exactly follow everything they did although that feeling of fullness didn’t fade at all. She was then taken away to be cleaned up. Staying in the nude hadn’t bothered her in ages. Sliding off the muddy clothes had been a greater blessing than drawing unwanted attention and in her current state there was next to no worry on her mind other than where she’d be fed and allowed to rest.

After getting cleaned up she finally figured out why these beasts carried the smell of sex so frequently, but her mind didn’t stay with the slave who cleaned her up for long. She returned to a familiar face and was left alone with him. Kurgan actually managed to make her eyes widen with the offered water bottle, quite a feat considering how tired she really was at the core.

“Oh, yes, thank you ..” Phoebe popped the lid and brought the bottle to her lithe lush lips, then tipped the bottle while her head did the same. Short blonde locks fell back, revealing the cute young woman without leaving anything up to the imagination. After a few deep swallows, the former agent removed it from her lips with a sigh of contentment. Spending two nights in that pit left her feeling parched, but there was more than enough water to go around. She didn’t need to drown on the stuff. She’d take things slow for now and gather herself with no one but the doctor to push her to additional exercises straight away.

Somewhat weary yet radiant eyes glanced his way when a smile flared up on her adorable features. A shame so many men ravaged her mouth these past months, especially with the happiness it relayed every now and then, but at the same time it brought the most pleasure while it filled her with the same thing.

“I’m holding up just fine.” She grinned, but he could tell that was all fake. Sinking to her knees seemed to be a good idea, but for the moment Phoebe refrained in an attempt to show strength. That didn’t keep her from telling the truth a little later though. In a way, each word warmed her up a little bit given her rather unique talents. “You were right about getting me out of there today. I’d never last a third day. Right now I’m exhausted .. hungry .. Well, no longer thirsty at the very least.”

Shaking the water bottle for emphasis got that notion across as she took another sip, then turned her focus back on the White Wolf as she’d dubbed the small doctor in her head by now. It'd have been obvious by now that something wasn't quite right with her mouth. She made a grimace with next to every swallow, then her words forced those pink cheeks to turn red. In truth it tingled ever so pleasantly to drink and it was hard to resist even if she experienced no thirst whatsoever.

“The restraints were pretty bad. At first they were fine, but it's the duration that does it for me. I’m not used to staying in there for so long. Some of my muscles are still sore. I didn’t have to worry about the cold much, but I could definitely use a break. Fafner won’t have much use for me if I tire myself out needlessly.”

She had one more thing to worry about and brought it up when she went on to seal the bottle in her hands. “About those things in the pit .. Are you going to do anything about the ones inside me?” She wondered about that for a while now and glanced down at her mildly swollen belly. “I can feel them. They’re not moving now, but .. I’m feeling quite full.” Did the cold from the fire extinguisher device kill them? She had her doubts. The others fell off and the ones inside her were going to be removed somehow, or left in the warmth of her body until she was lowered into that pit again. At least that’s what she thought.

“Here have another.” He tossed her another drink running his fingers against that bulge as he grew close enough. “Your right you wouldn't have handled three. Fortunately for you you'll have some respite. You're no good to Master Fafner dead after all.”

But she wasn't critical either at least he wasn't rushing her straight away. She was urgent but not immediate. He opened up a draw of his desk and she saw that it was loaded with candy bars. Most were chocolate of some nature and certainly not for him. He was a carnivore though he directed her attention there. She would even find some cream pies though they were small ones about as large as the circle she made by connecting her thumb and forefinger.

A substitute for a meal or to tide her over for now. He let her have her fill noting what she told him.

“No one lasts longer than the third day. I've only one survivor that had to endure it that long and she wound up defective after. Two is the most I've allowed since. Most only get tossed in for a day. That tends to suffice.

“The injection would help but I wouldn't place my full stock in it.”

He looked at the bulge again. “They are dead. The large ones die soon after mating and do o in a warm spot. Your body will brake them up after a day or so but the real danger are the offspring. You'll have to endure quite a bit of cold. A little makes them sluggish. A lot kills them and anything they happen to leave behind.

“My opinion about eighteen hours. I'll have to get them out before then. It's simple really but to be effective I can't give you anything against the cold. There are several options from immersion in freezing cold water, to inserting a chilled rod or keeping you in a region with a colder climate. The more direct the cold the shorter time it takes but the greater the discomfort. With the bodies in the way the rod is tougher to use since each body is in the way.”

They had to have dealt with the situation countless times so nothing was going to take root within her. The bodies would be absorbed and the rest disposed of soon enough once a method was selected.

“In the meantime you can wear one of my lab coats, The clothes here won't fit, at least not the top.

“They'll give you a few days to recover at least until those things dissolve. I can easily stretch that out another day or two. They are not as interested in you as the other slaves. When I fix that though there will be little rest for you until Master Fafner returns.”

The second bottle helped some more, but ultimately her body longed for a break. She couldn’t help but smirk a little when he opened up one of his drawers and the whole thing seemed to be loaded with sweets. It reminded Phoebe of a typical doctor’s visit, mostly the dentists, but unlike the same scene on Earth she was free to choose as many treats as she wished to have.

A profound sense of nostalgia had her reach for the cream pies. Not because Phoebe missed home, or the cafeteria on base where they tended to serve them once a week. She merely missed this and decided to dig right in. A sigh of contentment escaped her with the first bite and was a combination of delight and physical pleasure as her tongue touched upon the cream, the taste filling her taste buds all the while.

Vanilla met whipped cream in one of the most divine treats to ever grace her presence and even though they were fairly small there was more than enough to fill her stomach. She had that strange food cube and an injection to appease her hunger, but none of it beat actual food. In a way having feasted on cum for so long with a few standard meals to complete her diet left her yearning for something special and cream pies did the job quite nicely. She had a few while they spoke, giving her youthful body something to process along the way.

“After mating ..” That one had her features twist into a displeased grimace. So that’s what they were doing inside her. Well, that and leaving their corpses to dissolves in her core. She didn’t need to know what would happen in the near future. Just getting them out of her would be reward enough though none of the possibilities seemed all too pleasant.

“I don’t want to try the rod, if I’m being honest.” It’d be the shortest route to getting rid of the leech offspring, but it’d likely be the most discomforting of the three, especially if there were difficulties with the dead ones left within her. She didn’t need long to dismiss that one. “I’ll take a dip in the water instead.”

Not that it’d be a dip but rather a bath, yet Phoebe didn’t wish to spend a lot of time in a cold climate either and chose an average of discomfort and time spent among the three available methods. There was nothing pleasant about it, but it had to be done. The only question that remained was when he’d put her through it.

“Should I get dressed or would you like to do this now?” She was tired, that much was obvious. Lust painted her cheeks a healthy crimson, but that might’ve been mistaken as a sign of exhaustion as well. Phoebe would take a coat if he’d rather not risk her health much further and then waited for further instructions. She wasn’t too sure about asking for an extended recovery, even if he could allow for it. Fafner needed her to be ready and after a few days the pit’s rigorous strain on her body had likely passed.

The sugar boost from the candy was a treat to her senses and what her body needed. It worked for the short term too since sitting down at a meal had not been an option.

“It is easier for now without clothes.” But she was given the coat to cover herself it was easy to slip on and off. But they were doing this now as soon as she had her fill of treats.

Having selected a dip she was lead to a room. A steel door with a key pad greeted her and he unlocked it with the right combination. It was a simple one and he he took no precaution to stop her from seeing.

Lights sprang on when the door was opened showing a pool. It was cold in there, not cold enough to be freezing but cold enough where this was going to be no fun at all. She was shut inside, it was obvious what she had to do though he did not say for how long she had to soak.

The light dimmed when the door closed though she could still see for a few minutes. The water was cold but did as it was suppose to.

Thankfully it was no longer then fifteen minutes or so. Blessed heat swept into the room as the light came on as the door was opened. The room had to be kept cold.

Taken out of the chamber he massaged warmth into her after giving her an injection that warmed her substantially. Her belly wasn't nearly as swollen and the cold had caused the creatures to shrivel some. Her internal temperature was far warmer but the things had to have been connected to her in some fashion.

Maybe it was more her feeling the cold rather than them. The thing were dead or yet to live after all. If she really wanted to get into those details Kurgan would though his first priority had been warming her back up.

Now she had been given a skirt but no top. It would have been too tight anyway but she was able to use his coat.

She had been kept there at the infirmary. Her room had been like a hospital one minus the johnnies they supplied.

There was a holo display unit that could play music or movies. There were a small selection. Her room had been her own for the most part. There were four beds here and while the door was never locked Kurgan stayed here. She was fed, had a bathroom in her own room and had been checked on frequently.

Escape was far more likely here she would note. Sometimes the guards would arrive to have their own sparring injuries treated too but mostly it was another slave they pushed too far.

Her meals weren't half bad and there were plenty of sweets. Though after being pampered for about two days the selling had all but vanished. Kurgan was good at his role as she didn't feel the aches.

“You'll have to give me my jacket back but I have this for you.” A top, Kurgan handed it to her. “Are you ready for what happens next?” After giving her her shirt he gave her sandals instead of the slippers she had to make due with while her.

“So damn cold!” Shudders rolled over her the moment one of her toes sampled the water’s temperature. She recoiled and took a moment to gather herself for the torment to come. There’d be nothing pleasant about this. “Ooohh ..” Slipping into the water Phoebe couldn’t help but hiss in frustration. Arms folded about her chest, but her nipples already hardened and prodded the quivering limbs that were a result of the cold. She wandered further in after the initial shock, not that it helped any to freeze for who knows how long.

Time stretched on and fifteen minutes felt like hours. At least once everything was taken care of, warmth had been returned to her. She was given clothes and discovered the reward for taking care of the leeches. Over the course of the next few days, Phoebe didn’t live much like a slave and enjoyed whatever social contact she could get in what more or less became a cell which kept her isolated save for whatever injured wolf people came in.

The longer Kurgan remained in her presence, the more strenous their conversations became. Pleasure pulsed through her veins with every word and amplified whatever backed up volatile masses of desire were already there. She wanted to cum and whenever he left for an extended period of time, or better yet the entire night, Phoebe never refrained from touching herself, not even with someone else in the room. Sucking in deep breaths became her primary source of bliss when other beds were filled, otherwise there was no holding back as she moaned, shuddered and began to break a sweat at doing this over and over again.

Phoebe never let him know that’s what happened in his absence, but their chats were quite pleasant nonetheless. A break from the routine and the girl had to wonder if anyone else ever bothered to spend some time talking to him, or anyone around the area for that matter. Then again, everyone here was meant to be trained and there tended to be little time to spend on company.

“Ah, thank you. I believe that’s more my size anyway.” She took the offered top and put it on, then returned the borrowed coat to him. After receiving the sandals Phoebe had to admit someone might’ve mistaken her for a tourist in this place. Her attire looked unusually normal for a place like this although his next question had her ponder on the matter for a moment.

“You mentioned there’d be little rest for me when the others take an interest in me until Master Fafner arrives.” Shiny green eyes gazed at him, curious as to what he had in mind. “So what’s going to be next for me?” She didn’t have much of a choice anyway, not that Phoebe needed to make on. She’d do what was necessary and obeyed without question, no matter what it was. Staying with Fafner was the goal and everything until then would be a necessary sacrifice to her personal well-being.

He knew that the batch of recent arrivals had been special in some way. It didn't take Kurgan long to figure out that her mouth generated pleasure in some fashion. At first he had to dope it out but he had noticed.

Kurgan thought of getting her a tablet to write on but he was rather fond of hearing her voice as often he had been immersed in silence or dealing with simple conversation.

He had expected that with the new batch the pits would be used more frequently to brake them in. Right now the others would refrain from those extremes preferring to dole out punishments themselves while the newness lasted any way. Once they tired of them things took another urn to keep things interesting.

Draping his coat over a forearm he traced her collar thinking for the firs time that the cold could have damaged it. But none of the other collars had broken. But he doubted that it would mean much of an issue had it been damaged. There were far more inventive ways to punish her without it and her mouth seemed to generate enough pleasure by speaking alone.

“The hunt,” he answered. He paused as if debating on disclosing more or how many details to offer her. “You saw the forest upon landing. There is a reason for the terrain to have nothing else. Anyone who tries to escape essentially has to flee there since it would be pretty easy to discover them if they go anywhere else. Often a slave or two will be released in that forest.

“The aim a simple one. It remains the same most of the time. Make it to the established goal before they catch you.” Those were the basics that he spelled out. He knew just a tad more but for that she needed to ask the right questions.

“With Master Fafner's order and the captain still being here it is quite likely they will select you, especially if you seem sub par in working.”

Kurgan traced her collar and Phoebe dipped her head back to offer better access straight away. She had no interest in running away, not with the prospect of joining Fafner in the coming weeks should her progress match his expectations. Until then, training had highest priority. However, his latest words weren’t promising anything good. Staying had been preferable, but they were putting her in the middle of a chase regardless. Or, they might feel inclined to put her there unless she performed well.

“What happens when the slave gets caught?” She was anxious to even ask, but he knew things Phoebe did not and there was no point in discovering the terrors that awaited her somewhere along the way. Specimen like the Captain were referred to as sadistic and these things were predators by nature. At least from what the young woman could tell.

Small and downright frail compared to them, Phoebe didn’t stand much of a chance in the long run. She looked up to him, concern flickering in the adorable glimmer of her gaze. “Will your people torture me? How cruel will they be?”

They were going to rape her. Slight hints of sex were all around them and she had the perfect senses to pick it up considering how many months were spent doing nothing more than entertain men and women alike. It was burned into her memory. While they may not deem her as attractive as the others, they’d find a way to make her useful to them. Kurgan mentioned work, and Phoebe didn’t have the body for hard physical labor. Sooner or later they’d take her away from the crowd. It was only a matter of time and that was her mindset before the girl even had a chance to see what kind of work awaited her. She heard construction earlier, but even if she had the chance to work out before there was no training for her arms in those months spent working for Vespira.

“How much time does it take to reach the goal?” She did not give up asking and hoped for as many answers as he was willing to provide. “What exactly are the rules anyway? Will my Master still accept me even when I fail to reach the goal before one of the guards find me?”

Speaking of the matter didn’t incite purely negative emotions either. She didn’t want to just give up and clutched her arms to her chest at the thought of beating the challenge ahead. “What happens when the slave wins?”

Of course, there were other reasons to keep their conversation going. Phoebe tried to speak more today given the fact Kurgan could no longer keep her in the comforts of whatever structure the guards took her to in order to recover. She’d often climaxed when their conversations had long since concluded, but in all that time there was no one else to offer that feeling of fullness, or the taste of their cum. Some of the guards who shared a room with her carried the smell of sex, however faint it may be, but Phoebe refrained from approaching them.

In the end talking to him about the hunt served more than one purpose. A few days had passed since a man last stuffed her mouth with a nice, juicy cock. She didn’t know whether routine or a subconscious addiction thanks to whatever Vespira did to the former agent drove her towards that goal, but every word oozing from her lips was a sin of the most desirable form.

The first question was one that he lacked any sort of first hand information of. He saw the aftermath often enough though. “They will take their fill of you until they finish or you can no longer manage. The longer it goes on for the more likely others will find you and thus the more you will need to appease.” That was the gist of it, simple enough and he had assumed that she suspected something similar.

“Torture, no. They will not risk damaging one that Master Fafner has taken an interest in. Anything they do won't leave any sort of marks I cannot fix. Rough perhaps, the captain may play with your head a bit.”

He considered her question for a moment, seeming to calculate numbers in his head. “It depends on you really. If you do not flee, get caught and worn out too quickly then not long but if you manage to be elusive then quite a while. You can reach the goal too but that it's tough to gauge. They will continue the hunt until you make it to the cabin out in the forest or they catch you.”

She had seemed concerned about the rules and there were so few. Still he paused given time for himself to think over matters fully before answering her. “There are no rules really outside of getting to the cabin before they stop you. Fail and Master may still accept you as with each failure you will have the opportunity to increase your endurance. Even if you fail all the time it is of little concern as long a your stamina increases.””

He may have dashed her hopes though with the shake of his head. “Slaves cannot win. As stated the captain likes to torment people. He is at the cabin so if you do succeed then you come across him and must see to him. Dealing with the entire pack or just one. You win but you really don't. I guess the reward would be being exempt from the hunt the following night. If you fail though they can send you out again and again. They'll have me patch you up good enough to compete.”

Kurgan did think of something though. [/color] “Perhaps there is a way but I don't see it a likely. They use more than one slave during the hunt so if another slave reached the goal and some how the captain was sated then anyone arriving after the fact could technically win. Not likely though and to even have a chance you would have to keep eluding the pack wasting time before going to the cabin which only places you at greater risk.

“Death is acceptable during a hunt too so if you manage to kill any of them it was meant to be. When hunting bear you cannot fault them if the hunter gets mauled. All those participating know the risk and certainly wouldn't expect it from you. You look flushed.”

Phoebe didn’t get her hopes up. Such tests were designed to make her fail and with their future experience with her body, or the mere fact they didn’t desire her much more than the other, more endowed women, they were going to send her out again and again for continuous failures. She wasn’t much of a pessimist, but that much seemed obvious. She’d be no good for construction and faced the pits before. It’d be next to impossible to find a better place for her other than the hunt.

“So I don’t win anything, but it seems to be a decent training exercise to prepare myself for Master Fafner.” She got something good out of it at least. Although choosing between one male specimen or many had her torn deep inside. Setting out to the cabin and getting there meant to win, more or less, but it’d be more beneficial for her to face many men to increase her sexual stamina far more efficiently.

It remained to be seen what could be done about all that, but in the end his final statement caught her off guard. Phoebe planned for it of course, but to be called out had her wince in shame and embarrassment. They were feelings that weren’t there in forever. She nearly forgot all about them until now.

She chewed her lower lip, unable to quite find the words as she began to slip downwards. “I’m flushed .. I-I’m feeling really hot inside. I’ve been holding back for days .. I .. I need to-“ Phoebe then descended to her knees, lust filled eyes anxiously flickering back and forth between his groin and those watchful eyes. There was little doubt he’d noticed her desire and now it began to escalate as the next few moments set her up for servicing someone. She didn’t even care that much, but wanted it to be him for the moment at hand.

Silky smooth fingers touched upon his clothed crotch if he permitted, exploring the area there to find the treasured manhood while these sultry laurel green eyes drank in the sight of his own. Phoebe was searching for signs of denial, or acceptance, but either way her movements hadn’t ceased.

She handled the swell of his shaft, expertly manipulating the bulging girth as fingers traced along the sac, then the underside as Phoebe let the magic of her touch work him into a more erect state. “I’d love to relieve you, Kurgan. You’ve been with me a lot and I want to make you feel good for giving me a chance. I don’t trust the others to treat me kindly in the same way as you once have. Some wouldn’t allow me to serve them even if that meant immediate release. I didn’t want to disturb the wounded in here and risk getting hurt in case they deny me either, but I know you won’t do that .. not to me- Ahhhn~ Your .. Your cum .. I want to drink your cum until there’s nothing left for me to drink.”

The true nature of her mouth became all the more apparent. She hungered for his manhood and every word spurred her desire on without fail. “I want to feel your cock inside me .. to let it violate my mouth at your leisure. Please, Kurgan ..” Phoebe then whimpered, head lowered when her lust and pleasure twisted grimace took on hints of desperation before looking back up at him. “It hurts to hold back that much .. I need you to fill my mouth .. my throat .. Please give it to me.”

He nodded. “Either way it should be an adequate training exercise. Few actually win so the captain doesn't always get to indulge though on occasion he might make a request and have others sent to him.” So her hopes had not seemed dashed at all. Good. But there was more of a transformation, she did not have to keep herself in check now.

Kurgan did not draw away though and let her work. A soft groan escaped him from her touch as blood swelled his member to respectable size. He was neither huge nor small she would discover.

Nor had he been use to such matters. Often the slaves brought to him where of little use or needed to recover from their abuses and he didn't often find himself with a slave in decent demeanor unless preparing them for either the captain or Master Fafner where he had to deliver them in the best of conditions.

As a runt he was use to getting scraps or going without altogether. Sex wasn't necessary for survival but he managed to stay useful to get a good share of food without the hardships. But he had been surprised that she had needed it so much and had managed to hold back for this long.

“You didn't have to hold back so much,” setting a hand on her shoulder he freed his member with the other.

“The others may have ignored you, even so I wouldn't.”

The tip of his member pressed against her lips then inside. Fingers simultaneously squeezed her shoulder and pulled her forward slowly as if checking where her gag reflex was. For the longest time he had been aware that there had to be some sort of alteration with her mouth but he had never gotten to focus on finding out dealing with other matters or allowing her to recover.

Another groan he stopped pulling if he managed to trip that reflex or had been fully lodged inside her allowing her to dictate the pace figuring she had been altered to do this and deciding it would be a shame not to try her out.

Moving from her shoulder that hand traced over her neck then back to her shoulder then her neck.

“That feels nice. Now show me what you've got. Show me that hunger.”

“Mmmf ..” Suffering emerged from the depths of her lust filled gaze, but the moment he entered her that sense of desperation became replaced with something far more desirable. She took him in and let him test how far he could go only to discover Phoebe had been trained to take men without hindrance. His whole length sank into her mouth, then the back of her throat, not even once filling her with discomfort. Saliva warmed him all around, hinting at the thirst for cock that was driving her on now.

Phoebe gave a gurgle of laughter around the base of his shaft before her work took a more fulfilling form. Thus far he’d watched her speak, how it all affected her desires, but now he’d finally have the chance to feel her talents for himself.

An intense suction came crashing down on him the moment Phoebe moved on her own. She’d consumed what little air remained in her mouth, driving him into the paradise that were her oral confines. Slow was her pace, but the tightness knew no equal when both her throat, tightened cheeks and tongue folded about him in a swarm of sensations. Vibrations from the delighted whimpers of her voice rippled through the submerged length, adding to the languid erotic torment that assailed him.

She could’ve seen to that hunger immediately. It wouldn’t been no challenge at all once one knew where to strike. The fleshy muscle of her tongue ran along the glands of that juicy cock, then the tip where it slid over the narrow opening, teasing it further into swelling to the fullest. No, Phoebe owed him for a chance to be with Fafner and that sort of kindness warranted adequate payment.

Phoebe dangled him on the hook a little longer before her own mind could no longer endure hesitation. Vigorous movements broke out below that set him on fire with the rush of stimulation being forced upon him, all while her vision became clouded by the radiance of the moment. Her tongue tingled and spasmed uncontrollably under volleys of ecstatic bliss, much like the remainder of every portion his molten spire reached and rubbed against. She continued to bombard him until he caved in, then beyond his own peak as her own body shuddered in the heights of an orgasm that drenched her underwear in crystal clear nectar. She was going to milk him completely and the erotic torment of continuing beyond his own climax had to be enormous.

Sucks that were once chaotic then slowed to a crawl whereupon his throbbing spire had been consumed from tip to base time and time again. She took her time, draining him of every last drop he had to give. Soft hands massaged the shrinking sac to make the moment last and erode his every ounce of will power. Phoebe wanted him to give in fully and exploited that intense sensitivity of his at a languid pace until he could no longer bear it.

She watched out for the signs, mostly a hand rushing to the back of her head to contain her movements, then extracted him from her mouth with a lewd, wet suck which ceased at the pulsating crown, finally freeing him from the comforts of her mouth. Kurgan might’ve noticed the girl didn’t drink of his seed yet for Phoebe wished to cherish the moment completely. His molten release tingled her taste buds as the thick cream washed over her tongue. The agile muscle rolled through it, stirred it, then made her consume it with a sigh of contentment. She brought a hand to her lips and let fingers dance over their luscious ruby shine. Losing even one drop of that cum would be disastrous and it was the first time in days Phoebe had the pleasure to have any.

Swallowing it had been such a delight. It should be forbidden for something to feel and taste that good because staying away felt too damn cruel, but the greedy cocksucker couldn’t help it. She half expected him to be spent. There was no shame in it, but the raging fires in her eyes had yet to be distinguished. She wanted more than that one round and he knew it.

It wasn't a surprise that she took all of him. She had been altered and trained for this though it was pleasant to no end. Heat surrounded him and it had been a wonder that he had not popped straight away. It would have been a shame if he had since it was not often that he received this sort of attention.

Though a hand rested on her shoulder the other bunched up into a fist trying to restrain himself and allowing her to work at her own pace. He was not disappointed. That throbbing grew powerful and she backed off teasing him further showing him just how talented she was.

He had an excuse to keep her on hand to run some tests. Of course, assisting her with her stamina was a given too. The tests were just a smokescreen any way and since she didn't have the endowments of the other slaves the guards probably wouldn't miss her absence. He could set up something too but for now only those lips and tongue mattered. Then her hand tracing over his sac.

He had lost it, moved to fuck that face but that squeeze of his hand alerted her with the latest throb against her mouth. She had managed to pull back. Not just that she devoured all he had to offer after making a show of it in such an erotic fashion.

Spent? Yes. Done? Not a chance.

He jut needed a bit of a break and saw her need. Assisting her to her feet he picked her up and set her down on one of the beds. Reaching beneath her skirt he removed those soaked panties. Kneeling his hands adjusted her skirt higher then he moved in. His muzzle and tongue prevented him from driving his tongue straight into her. But he did lick against that snatch, his tongue long nearly covering the entire slit as he lapped against her with a good speed.

Not to be forgotten he reached up to her clit rubbing it in an up and down motion that matched the pace of his tongue as it flowed over her, eyes cast up to her features as if gauging her responses better. While he tended to her he could recovering at a leisurely pace.

Sealing his molten cum within her mouth had been little more than half the reward. It graced her throat with lust inducing caresses as the thick goopy essence washed down to her stomach, ultimately making her torment worse, but her mind practically screamed for it before now. Size didn’t even matter much when all it had to do was rub against the inside of her mouth and he managed to do more than enough on that end as well. Sucking him off soothed the ache that was building at her core, but much to her delight he was far from done although being moved to one of the beds surprised her a bit.

“Auughh!” Phoebe turned out to be remarkably sensitive down there. She’d ached and twitched when he saw to her need, having gotten off on servicing him once before, and now the taste of her nectar swarmed his own taste buds all the same. The girl was utterly soaked and begging for attention. Every flick of his tongue had her quiver in blessed erotic delight.

She drew lungfuls of air, her mouth agape to take the proper passage as each waking moment infused her with the pleasure her petite young body craved so much. He couldn’t quite push in, but had plenty of reach and a good pace to drive her further into an abyss of pleasure.

“Ooohh .. So good ..” Heat consumed her. It filled her mouth, throat and trembling netherlips. Juices rolled from that drooling snatch at a constant rate, providing all the more encouragement to keep tormenting her.

With a touch coming down on her pulsing clitoris, Phoebe had to avert her eyes when her head dipped back amid downright ravishing measures of delight. “Gawd!” She quivered, then hissed softly as her legs opened up further to the point where they were unable to expose her womanhood any more. A hand offered support when it came down on the bed whereas the other set upon his head, gently stroking and massaging that majestic white fur as he escalated her pleasure anew. “Yes! Ahhnn! Mnuh! M-More, more, please don’t stop!”

It’d be a miracle to resist these divine movements for long, especially with how much air passed through her altered oral orifice. Whether he took his time with her or not, the girl was uncertain, but the pleasure amassed in her core little by little and threatened to explode in the form of another orgasm before long.

It had been with patience that he had worked as if conducting surgery. While it had been quite some time since he had to go through such extremes this surgery had been far more pleasant. The last time had been with the leeches before they learned or rather he learned that cold could get rid of them easier then the minor procedure. That and recovery rates were far more quicker.

His tongue moved swiftly but he was patient too even managing to slip it inside her, just barely, as she stretched herself out fully. The flat of his tongue lapped at her while his finger worked her clit.

Her hand was a meager thing. He suspected that even he had more strength then her and while he was about to use his fingers to pierce into her that encouragement had him stay. Instead of rubbing her clit up and down he went left to right.

Her juices seemed to replenish between laps of his tongue and he had been content to service her for as long as it took. Each orgasm allowed him that much more time to recover.

Finally though he peeled her hand away, stood up and traced two fingers over her slit rubbing them up and down. “I wonder what you feel like on the inside ...” Two fingers lightly pushed into her halting at the second knuckle before shallowly assailing her with equally shallow thrusts in and out of her as he looked to her features setting his other hand over her top and by default her breast.