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Eight: ...Lover...

The winter season was over and the camps were about to disband as Slagar knew the time had come to seek the children to sell to his unusual friends. He would normally have left earlier then now but things had been very different ever since he'd tamed his little kitten.... Instead he'd been having more fun working out his frustrations upon her tight pussy as Layla no longer tried to fight him but bleated her love and thanks to him. Breaking her had been so enjoyable but having her as his little pet was more fun then he could have ever considered.

As he lounged within his room, the beautiful black and ginger vixen nuzzled to his chest in sleep, he pondered just how much he was going to miss her. But Slagar knew very well that if he was going to go back and collect his slaves, he would have to leave her behind with the ferrets to work for them in preparation for his return. Most of the other slave masters kept their favourite slaves here to keep them in good care when they returned and Layla was going to do better here then on the road.

But thinking about leaving her for any length of time... for leaving the only reason he didn't have such pent up aggression... was making him rather angry but also a little excited. He stretched his paws down to stroke at the back of the dark female's head, waking her up as she gave soft little whimpers. When she flicked her eyes open to stare at him, Slagar grinned viciously through his hood and then slipped the bed sheet downwards to reveal his hardening form.

"Slave... you know what to do don't you?" Slagar chuckled, gently stroking under Layla's chin as she looked up at him with shining eyes. The vixen had not been sure how she had ended up falling in love with Slagar, but whenever she did things right he was always so wonderful with her and these days he was tender too. He had not tried to hurt her at all and unlike the males in her region Slagar had not forced her to wear anything or stopped her from going out to fetch food. In fact, he'd already explained that she would be looking after his tent during his spring and summer trips so she was in complete control. Maybe a month ago she would have taken this as a chance to escape back home... but no, Slagar was giving her everything!

"Yes master... I love you master." Layla stated with glittering eyes as he leant upward to lap gently at his lips. Slagar gave a grimace at her affection, still unhappy whenever she tried to show affection to the side of him that was not scarred up. But before he could complain at her, the long fingers coiled around his shaft, gripping the sheath and gently pushing downward to reveal the throbbing pink head. No sooner had she begun to push down and then rub upwards then the head began to swell and the sheath began to stay lower and lower. Flushes of pleasure shot up Slagar's body to make him grimace in delight at the affection as Layla then stretched out her long tongue and gently rolled it along the edge of the shaft, lapped in delicate strokes with the tip of her tongue around the head and then gently she pressed her tongue further down.

With soft little sounds of pleasure as she began to lap at his probing form, Slagar strained himself backward to relax as she continued on with the job. Conscious of his enjoyment, Layla's ears flicked back and forth to the sounds of his growls of pleasure and to the sounds of his body. She grasped gently at the bottom of his shaft, rolling her thumb against the point where the balls met the penis, rolling the flesh so she felt it twitch and tighten. She shifted down the length of the spike with her long tongue and grazed the edge of the sheath, encouraging more of the burning figure to reveal itself. She also pressed her damp nose close to his rocks, feeling them tighten and twitch at the sensation of her warm breath spilling over them before she extended her tongue to graze them cautiously.

The motion encouraged a soft guttural growling sound of pleasure from Slagar as he stretched his legs wider to accommodate her form as she slid over his legs. Her naked chest slipped forward and brushed against his shaft, the warmth of the mounds simmering against his hardening form. She noticed the slight jolt of his form at the sensation and gently she grasped at her breasts, pushing them to his throbbing pink form so that it was supported in standing. She then eased the form between her mounds and lowered herself so that the weight of her chest just pushed a little onto his balls as she slowly began to force her breasts together. It was a new kind of sensation for them both as Slagar gave a curious noise of pleasure as the hardening nipples flicked at his shaft and the air became thick with the smell of Layla's own pleasures starting to grow.

Then steadily she permitted her tongue to roll against the tip of his now fully erect and straining cock, the head glistening with pre-cum as she lathered it in her hot saliva. Groaning and giving little shuddering sounds of delight as she encouraged the head into the warm hollow of her moist mouth, Layla made her master aware of her enjoyment as she heard his own pleasure. Gently she continued to rub her breasts about his shaft and lap and suck at the tap, feeling it pulse and thicken within her mouth as his bollocks tightened in preparation. It did not take much effort with her neat tongue to irk a reaction and after a few little salty drops of pre-cum had splattered at the inside of maw, she placed her mouth over his length for one deep tugging suck that encouraged his body to jerk and his load to be expelled.

"Good girl... very good girl..." Slagar chuckled, huffing and panting slightly as he felt the pleasure of her swallowing motion around his length. He continued to spray a little more of his seed into her closed mouth and she continued to drink up as the scent of her own arousal soaked his nostrils. He regretted once again that he would be leaving and then gently, once he knew she'd finished with his length, he gently brushed a paw along her back and she leant into his chest for an embrace again. "You're such a good girl... are you going to be good when I'm going? You're not going to do anything that I don't want you to do now are you?"

"No Master... Layla only do what Slagar wants." She stated with a gently nod and he gave a snigger of amusement as he noticed she still did not fully look at the wounded side of his face. In fact as she snuggled into him his mind was returned to a previous thought of some manner in which he could force her to look straight into his scarred face as he was pounding her. His mind could only imagine trying to choke her after strapping her in place, but he could easily just strap her down and force it like that. His mind was still floating with ideas of having sex with her more and more before he left... to make sure she wouldn't forget him and then a cruel thought played upon his lips.

What if he made absolutely sure she was of no interest to any other male by getting her pregnant? Then none of the other slavers would dared to try and grab her out of fear of the rage Slagar would have against them. He was one of the few slavers out here that had respect now that he had slaughtered Snowspit and taken his rank amongst the others.

"Layla... do you want to make your master really happy?" Slagar chuckled gently, stretching his hand out and under the vixen's chin. Lifting her head to see the swimming expression of affection and hope within her eyes, he laughed slightly. He knew that Layla would do anything to make him happy and in truth Slagar had been interested by the thought of having a child. He wanted a son to be just like him, to be loved and fussed by his mother the way he had but to have a strong father around as a great role model. He wanted to make sure what happened to him would never happen again and if he had a child... well that would be just perfect. "Do you want to make me something important?"

"Make?" Layla questioned, a little confused by his words as she tried to match them up. It took a few minutes of pressing her tongue to her nose in a playful expression of thought before she grinned. She understood it, she was supposed to produce something like food maybe for him and Slagar smiled at her. Her innocent respond made him grin maliciously... she could be so naïve. "Yes... Layla will make Master anything. I love master."

"Good girl... so we'll make a baby together won't we?" Slagar chuckled evilly as she stroked at Layla's backside and gently pressed his thumb against her tail-hole, making her jump slightly. She looked a little surprised and scared, whimpering softly as he gently pushed his thumb down against her little hole, stretching it before giving an evil chuckle. He then grasped her tail, pulling his hand up and down it to smooth the fur. She looked up at him tentatively and mumbled slightly with concern as if she was not sure such a thing was possible. When Slagar then dipped his fingers back down her tail, past her hole and then between her lips she gave a whimper again. "You know what that means don't you?"

"Uhm... yes..." Layla stated nervously as she felt his fingers playing around her lips and tried not to whimper with pleasure. Already she was dribbling her excitement onto his fingers, grimacing with pleasure and a little bit of pain as one of his claw flicked the edge of her clit. She could not say she did not enjoy this attention, that she did not enjoy everything that Slagar did to her, but she was scared. She did not want to be alone if pregnant and she did not want Slagar to go away from her. Nervously she grasped at his other arm, pulling it between her breasts and giving a soft whimper. "Does master have to leave? Layla wants him... always."

"Oh you dirty and beautiful little thing... you're a good girl aren't you Layla? You're a brilliant little sweetheart and you're all mine. But if I'm going to make sure you've got something in your belly, you're going to have to make sure you don't waste any of what I give you." Slagar chuckled, twisting and stretching his fingers and pulling the lips of her vulva apart and flicking at her clitoris. She gave a shuddering sound of pleasure and Layla gave a soft whimper before nodding her head to him in agreement, she did not want to do anything to make him unhappy. But it was obvious in her eyes that she did not want him to leave her the way he intended to so Slagar knew he'd just have to exhaust her beyond belief. So he released his paws from her and went to wash, only to receive a surprise as Layla ran after him and grasped at him tightly. "You want me to settle your little urges huh? No... I've got to wash and bring us food... but you can do it for yourself can't you."

Layla was startled by his refusal to deal with her but she knew he liked to watch her touch herself from time to time. It kept her excited for him as although she could bring herself close to the edge, only he could complete it. Slagar knew this and was preferable to this so that Layla did not go looking for someone else to do it for her. As she slapped her body straight onto the floor as he took a fresh bucket of cold water and began to wash himself, he watched her paws strain to her crotch and then start rubbing. She pressed firmly around her clitoris and rubbed up and down as fast and roughly as she could, her clitoris engorging with blood as she began to wheeze and huff to try and get close enough to an orgasm. Eventually her straining encourage her to dribble slightly but there was no complete release and she exhausted herself enough to slump back and pant upon the floor. Slagar gave a chuckle as he watched her breasts heave up and down as her nipples strained in the cool air, he then gently stretch his sponge of cool water toward her crotch and when the freezing drops fell upon her glistening crevice, the shock was enough to bring her to the edge and orgasm in a fierce gyration.

"Love Slagar... Love Slagar...." She whimpered and he chuckled at her before getting on some new clothes, his mask and headed to the door. He wanted to get their food and supplies sorted before he came back to deal with the matter at hand... he also wanted to make sure that he found a specific device that he would need for this matter. After-all... he did not want to see a single dribble of his sperm fall from her body when it could give him something very important. It would also make sure Layla was so completely dominated by him that his departure would keep her obedient and anxious for his return.