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Chapter 7: The Nipple Ring

"No!" Aliona wailed. "No! NO!"

The twins moved toward her, and with wicked glee, one grabbed her by the wrists and the other grabbed her by the ankles. They lifted her, kicking and struggling, to the center of the room, and pinned her to the floor.

"Please," Aliona begged breathlessly. She could see Arorta approaching with the needle out of the corner of her eye, and her heart beat fast with terror. "Please, I've never done anything to you!"

"Eloein hasn't spanked me in years. Years!" snapped Nasma, tears staining her furry tan cheeks. "And then you come along and I am instantly humiliated."

Aliona couldn't find her voice suddenly: Arorta was standing over her, the great golden needle still in her paw. Grinning, Arorta crouched down, straddling Aliona's belly and crushing her beneath her great weight. Aliona started to whimper. Oh, god, they were really going to do it! They were going to drive that needle through her nipple! Arorta set the tip of the needle near the side of Aliona's nipple and paused. And then, shocking Aliona, she leaned down and started sucking her nipple passionately. Aliona gave a shrill cry and couldn't believe it when Nisma joined in, sucking at her other nipple. And she felt Nasma's hot tongue and lips on her pussy, sucking it and licking it and even kissing!

Grabbing Aliona roughly by the face, Arorta kissed her hard on the mouth for a long time, and Aliona, pinned helplessly beneath her weight, let out a muffled cry of indignation. But the more Arorta kissed her so wildly, her tongue writhing inside of her mouth . . . the more aroused Aliona found herself. And when Arorta took one of Aliona's paws and placed it on her breast, Aliona reacted instantly, squeezing and massaging Arorta's breast, delighting in seeing the nipple stand out harder, and feeling her pussy getting wetter and juicier.

They lifted Aliona into a sitting position. Nisma cradled her from behind, pawing eagerly at her tits while Arorta kept kissing her and started to finger her clit. Aliona's moans intensified the more she was touched and licked and caressed. She arched her back and sagged and shuddered, a prisoner of the breasts and arms and thighs that surrounded her.

"Did you bring it?" Arorta said suddenly.

Aliona, in a daze of ecstasy, thought for a moment that Arorta was speaking to her. But opening her eyes, she realized for the first time that Nasma's hungry mouth on her pussy had been acutely absent. She saw Nasma standing over them, holding the thick handle of what appeared to be a snapped broom. Aliona grew very still, wondering what was about to happen.

"Eloein doesn't like us pleasing each other," said Arorta, taking the broom handle from Nasma, "so we have to pretend we can't stand each other. But if you ever tell him about this," she warned, pointing the broom handle at Aliona, "we'll turn your pleasure into pain." With that, she grabbed Aliona by the tail, flipped her over violently, and roughly rammed the thick broom handle in her ass.

Aliona arched her back and screamed, but Nisma was there already covering her mouth while Nasma held down her bucking legs. Arorta, who seemed to be enjoying herself, rammed the broom handle in and out vigorously, raping Aliona so ruthlessly that blood seeped out. But Arorta, her eyes alight, kept going, and Aliona kept writhing and screaming and kicking, and the twins kept laughing and struggling to hold her down. During the brutal raping, they spanked her buttocks and pinched them, or they grabbed her nipples and twisted them. At one point, they held her in the air between them, Nisma and Nasma biting her nipples while Arorta stood with Aliona's legs on her shoulders, ramming the thick broom handle in and out of Aliona's ass so deep and so hard that Aliona jerked with each thrust, more muffled screams escaping.

When they had made their point clear, they allowed a weary Aliona to lay alone on the furs beside the fire, softly weeping into her arms. They moved quietly around the room, doing what Aliona hadn't a clue nor, suddenly, did she care. She hated this place and she missed Kel now more than ever. Was there such a thing as kindness in the winter village!!!

Moments later, and Aliona heard Eloein's wives drawing near. Her body stiffened as the twins held her arms and legs down again, but this time, Aliona was too aching and defeated to care. She was mildly surprised, however, when Nisma, looking down at her in sympathy, kissed her forehead. And then there was a funny squelching noise and she felt Arorta's thick finger applying a tingling paste to her anus. The paste was so cold that Aliona flinched, but she felt her pain receding and relaxed her tense buttocks again.

"You are a beautiful little bitch, Aliona," whispered Arorta, "and we can fuck you in ways the sorcerer never can. He's gone all the time, Eloein, so we have to know how to please each other. A female who cheats on a sorcerer with another male is a dead female, after all. But this way . . . we don't run the risk of getting caught."

"And we just like fucking each other," added girlish Nisma, giggling.

Arorta, her paw coated in the sticky paste, slid her finger slowly inside of Aliona's anus. The paste felt so slick and so good that Aliona gave a little cry of pleasure in spite of herself. The paste had all the pleasing effects of the sorcerer's magic: it made her feel so good that she asked Arorta to do it again, which she did, now inserting two fingers in and out very slowly.

"You like that, little bitch?" Nisma asked, curling her fingers in Aliona's mane. "Such a little bitch. Why are they so small in your village? Arorta, let's lift her up. I want her tits."

Aliona was mildly shocked to hear these words from another female. She was lifted like a doll by Arorta, who flipped her on her back and held her hips in the air against her. Holding Aliona's hips to her chest, she continued slipping her sticky fingers in and out of Aliona's anus, very slowly and deliberately. Nisma, filled with girlish glee now that Aliona's breasts were pointing their nipples at the ceiling, leaned down over Aliona's head and started sucking hungrily at her tits, pulling up the milk with her lips, and squeezing. When Aliona gave a cry of agony, Nisma smeared on the cold paste: the soreness in her breasts went away once again, just as it had with the sorcerer's magic, and Nisma was only too happy to lap the paste up. Nasma, meanwhile, straddled Aliona's belly and proceeded to eat her pussy again with all the gulping hunger of a creature dying of thirst.

Trapped helpless beneath this torrent of ecstasy, Aliona moaned and gasped and choked, her body jolting when this tender lick was too much, this suck too delicious. And when she felt Arorta insert another finger, and then another, her pleasure built the thicker the penetration. Arorta closed her paw in a fist and slid it right down Aliona's anus. Aliona, who had never had this happen to her before, choked and bucked, screaming as her pussy spurted in Nasma's mouth. They let her go and watched her lay there breathless and weak. Aliona was surprised when they gathered around her to kiss her and caress her, whispering in lovey dovey admiration.

Aliona winced: she was their pet. Their plaything. Nothing more. She lay there in their arms, against their tits, and she couldn't believe it: she had climaxed from anal penetration! What was happening here? She thought with a glower of her mating season and how brutal Zaldon had been with her, how taunting, how cruel. But remembering that tender kiss the big white wolf had given her husband, Aliona finally thought she understood. Zaldon was jealous -- as jealous as the sorcerer's wives! They had raped her so brutally with that broom . . . but now? Now they were pleasing her! Kissing her, licking her, petting her. And she had exploded under this petting. She hated anal because of Zaldon. But tonight? Feeling Arorta's big fist in her ass had washed thrills of pleasure over her again and again. Perhaps the paste had done it to her. There seemed no other explanation.

Eloein's wives were then so kind to Aliona that she couldn't quite believe this either. They took her to a room far in the back of the hut, bringing her a bowl of soup and a side of bread for her dinner. Then they left her to rest on furs and pillows stuffed thick with feathers. Moments later, she heard the girlish laughter of Eloein's children as they burst into the hut for supper, the deep voice of Eno among them.

What had just happened here? She had just given herself over in passion to three females. Aliona lay in deep thought, not touching her food, trying to understand. Why did she have these feelings of desire for females? She had felt this way once before, back during the mating season, which seemed so long ago now. She had looked across at Kira, and seeing her big, heaving, white breasts, had wanted desperately to suck them, to touch them, to play with the big pink nipples. She had delighted in sucking Kira's clit. The little throbbing organ in her mouth excited her, and when Kira spurted against her tongue, she had tasted deliciously warm and musky and sweet. Why did she have these feelings? And what would Kel think if he knew that only moments before, she had been lying in ecstasy beneath three tall, beautiful females, enjoying it as they sucked her tits and fingered her ass? What would he say if he knew? She couldn't imagine. And she decided suddenly never to tell him.

But it wasn't as if he didn't already now. Kel had seen her go after Kira with his own eyes. He hadn't seemed to care. He hadn't even mentioned it since it'd happened, nor did he seem to object to it the way Eloein seemed to object to his wives pleasing each other. Kel had been as indifferent as if it hadn't happened at all. No, what would anger Kel would be hearing that the sorcerer had been able to please her in ways that he never could. She would never hurt him by telling him such a thing, never.

Aliona was just starting on her soup when someone burst through the curtain shielding her room. She looked up, the wooden spoon falling from her paw, and was shocked to find Eno standing over her. She'd been sitting up with her legs folded, her pink pussy open to him, and when she saw his eyes go straight for it, she fumbled quickly to close her legs. Eno stood there stammering apologizes, his eyes glued to her breasts, but he didn't move, and it was only when Arorta's great paw dragged him out of the room by the scruff of the neck that he disappeared.

Aliona sat there stiff still with disgust and misery, her paws self-consciously covering her pussy and breasts. God, she missed her shawl in that moment! Was this what she would have to endure now? The constant prying of Eno as he contemplated, no doubt, on how to get her alone? It was disgusting, debasing. Here in the winter village, she felt like every wolf's plaything, and she cursed her beauty. The summer village was so different in comparison: in the summer lands, one could never use a wife in such a way! And a wife always had the choice to get divorced. Hell, in the summer village, a wife could throw her husband out on his tail if he tried such a thing. But here? Here, Aliona was a slave.

Why was Eno after her anyway! Eno was only two years younger than herself and Kel, for they had both turned eighteen during her pregnancy. Most young male's Eno's age were out hunting for females to later take during the mating season, not stalking the wives of their fathers! Eno was risking a lot by approaching her. His father could challenge him in a fight to death, in which he would ultimately lose. She didn't understand what his fascination was with her, but looking down at her tits, it came back to her: compared to the other females of this tribe, Aliona had abnormally large and nicely shaped breasts. They were apparently so unusual that even other females wanted to fuck her!

Suddenly sick of her breasts (which had gotten her into all this trouble), Aliona took up her soup again, longing to hold Kilyan in her arms and nurse him. It had been ages since she'd nursed him! In her absence, she knew her mother would feed him goat milk from a bladder. But that wasn't nearly as strong and wholesome as his mother's milk. And in her despair, she longed for Kel's arms about her, always so powerful and strong. She wanted his whispers of love in her ear, wanted his paws on her body. To think, he'd done all that fighting just to have her to himself, and now here she was, the fourth wife of another male! It was maddening. She didn't want to live without Kel. She couldn't! And she reminded herself that she wasn't: she was going to find some way to escape this place and make it back to her beloved and her son.

But Aliona realized suddenly that she didn't even know where the hell she was: how was she supposed to get back to her village? Well, she would have to coax those answers out of someone or else listen always with sharp ears to every conversation. Perhaps Eno knew the way back to her village. She wouldn't be surprised. Most young males left their villages frequently, sometimes to roam the countryside in small groups or just to wander the forests. Some of them even traveled to other villages to trade goods. Aliona was certain she'd never seen Eno at her village trading post, but it was worth a try. After all, his fascination with her would make it all too easy to seduce him for information.

Aliona was just thinking of when and how she could corner Eno without arousing suspicions when Arorta burst in, bearing the plate of paste and the golden piercing needle. Aliona stiffened, but Arorta only bustled over and started hurriedly smearing the paste on Aliona's nipple. She then stabbed the needle through without warning. Aliona was shocked when she felt no pain and saw no blood: what was that mysterious paste? And then Arorta was fumbling to fasten a ring in her nipple. Oh, god.

"We almost forgot to pierce you. He'll be back soon, and if you're not wearing a ring in your tit, he'll be furious. Don't take the paste off for an hour, not unless you like blood and pain," said Arorta breathlessly, and then she was gone again.

Exhausted, Aliona flopped down and tried to clear her mind. But she was so tired that it wasn't hard at all for her to fall asleep. She was roughly awoken some hours later when she felt cold steel on her throat. She stiffened. Her room was very dark now, for the fire usually kept roaring in the front of the hunt had dwindled to a low pulsing glow. Someone was crouched over her. She felt with a rush of dread that a male's penis was pressing hard against her. He supported himself on his free paw, the other holding the knife very tight against her throat.

Aliona knew at once that this male was not the sorcerer. Eloein had a distinct smell. No, this one smelled differently, and what was more, his big bulk on top of her was obviously lighter than that of the sorcerer's, though still quite heavy. Little Aliona, who was barely five feet tall, could barely breathe beneath this male who was at least six feet in height.

"If you scream, I'll slit your throat, bitch."

Aliona's eyes flew open wide. That voice! It was Eno, Eloein's son! Oh, god, what would happen to her if they were caught together? She whimpered when he pressed the knife harder and hissed, "Understand?"

"Y-yes . . ." Aliona replied in a small, trembling voice.

To Aliona's dismay, Eno grabbed a fistful of her tit and squeezed. She felt the milk ooze out behind the soothing paste Arorta had applied not long ago. And then Eno's hungry tongue was lapping the paste up, swallowing it, lapping again. He squeezed again, this time so hard that she let out a whimper. More of her milk oozed out, and Eno closed his lips over her nipple and started suckling as hungrily as a newborn pup. With eager, anxious grunts, he pushed Aliona's legs apart, fumbling to shove her tail aside, his paws all over her body, running up and down her thighs, clutching her waist, fingering her in rough anticipation. Aliona was suddenly extremely glad for the paste Arorta had applied, for Eno started shoving his fingers in and out of her ass.

"They fucked you, didn't they? My mother and the others?" Eno said as if in disappointment. "And they put on this paste. You're not as tight as you could be and it won't hurt if I fuck you now . . ."

Aliona set her teeth, glad for the darkness that hid her angry expression. It wouldn't hurt now! The monster! He was just like his father, if not worse. She realized with a sinking heart that if she had hoped for his help, she had hoped in vain.

"Eno . . ." Aliona dared, her voice a tiny whisper, "please, don't do this . . ." What would happen if they were caught like this? They'd both be stoned and she would never see Kel again!

"Shut up, bitch!" Eno snarled and slapped Aliona hard across the face.

Aliona sobbed, her face turned away. Why was all of this happening to her? She shouldn't be here. She should be at home in Kel's arms, at home holding her son, at home caring for her mother . . .

Eno pressed his paw tight over Aliona's mouth, and Aliona lay there, her mind stricken with terror, wondering what he was going to do to her. For the longest while, Eno just crouched over her, staring at her breasts. And then, moving very slowly and deliberately, he took Aliona's ankle in one paw, lifted her leg, and slid himself into her ass.

With the magical paste still there, penetration did not hurt Aliona at all. Even still, she lay there weeping and miserable, her leg on Eno's shoulder as the young wolf rocked against her, grunting and puffing, moaning and sighing and fondling her breasts.

When Eno had wiped all the paste from Aliona's tits, he paused, frowning at the newly inserted nipple ring.

"What the fuck . . .?" Eno whispered to himself. "Father couldn't wait to mutilate your tits like every other bitch in this village." And with that, Eno unhooked the clasp and slid the nipple ring out.

With the paste now clean of her breasts, Aliona felt an intense pain in her nipple and let out a shrill gasp. To her horror, Eno leaned forward and licked the blood away, his lips closing over her sore nipple to suck. Aliona sobbed all the more harder, for the pain was intensifying with each suck, and soon, he was biting her nipple! Unable to stand this abuse any longer, Aliona began to buck and kick and squirm, screaming and crying, her paws flying everywhere. She would take it no more -- no more!

"Damn it!" Eno snarled, grappling to hold her arms down. Pinning Aliona's arms above her head at last, Eno gave her a brutal thrust in the ass that made her choke, magic paste or no magic paste.

"Help me!" Aliona wailed as Eno thrust against her yet again. She closed her eyes, the tears streaming down her face, and screamed as loudly as she dared, "HE'S RAPING ME! PLEASE!"

Eno only laughed. "Scream all you want to, bitch, Father isn't home yet. They probably think he's the one fucking you and they won't come running. No one will." And still laughing, Eno gave Aliona another slap in the face that silenced her.

Aliona lay crying silently, her eyes closed, willing her mind to another place and time. She wasn't here having her sore nipple tweaked and sucked. She wasn't here being fondled and raped. She was under the waterfall and Kel was making love to her. Kel was touching her . . .

"AHHH!" Aliona screamed, her eyes flying open wide.

Eno had reinserted the nipple ring, and slipping his finger into the hole, he gave it a tug.

"What were you thinking of, bitch?" Eno taunted. "You'd better keep your eyes open."

When Aliona only started sobbing again, he snarled, "I'll give you something to cry about!" and tugged the nipple ring harder.

Aliona arched her back and gave a hoarse, screaming sob. "Kel!" she screamed at the ceiling. "Kel! KEL!"

Eno was incensed by this. Grabbing Aliona by the throat, he shook her roughly as he snarled, "Shut the fuck up, bitch! Shut the fuck up!" And he started slapping Aliona across the face again and again. These were light slaps to Eno, but so hard to Aliona that her neck hurt. Her mind was a state of panic now and she didn't care: she screamed Kel's name like a constant hiccup in her throat, as if Kel might come bursting through a wall and slaughter Eno where he crouched.

When Aliona kept screaming, Eno took the nipple ring in his fingers and twisted. Aliona broke down sobbing. This wasn't happening! This wasn't -- it couldn't -- But when Eno didn't let go of the nipple ring, she knew he would torture her until she was obedient. Still sobbing quietly, she sank into her sheets again and swallowed wretchedly, as if she had just swallowed her last ounce of hope. She was trapped here. They were too big and strong. All of them. Eno had just proven that.

"That's -- that's right," said Eno, looking uncertain but triumphant. But he looked worried too. To Aliona's relief, he backed off. But just when she thought that maybe he'd leave her and go away, Eno leaned forward and started sucking hungrily at the nipple ring, pinching with his teeth. Aliona sobbed even harder than before, her body shaking, her eyes closed. But each time she closed her eyes, Eno yanked her tail aside and gave her ass a hard slap, forcing them open once more.

Eno flipped her onto her stomach by the tail, and pushing her knees wide apart, he entered her pussy. Having just been painfully tortured, Aliona's pussy was dry, and Eno's entrance hurt her badly. She knelt paralyzed with the pain, choking on sobs, her eyes shut tight. Eno grabbed her tits from behind and started fondling them, tugging once more at her nipple ring as he slammed himself in, all the while complaining that she wasn't wet enough.

Aliona's pierced nipple hurt so badly that she wanted to smack his paw away, wanted to grab it and cradle it, wanted so desperately to make him stop! But he kept pounding away at her, tugging at her nipple ring as though doing so aroused him. And when she dared in a broken whispered to ask him to stop, he slammed her face into the floor, held her down by the neck, and continued to fuck her. Aliona knelt helpless beneath him, sobbing, barely able to breathe against his weight, and when he had come inside of her and climbed off, her knees were sore from the pounding. She collapsed on her sheets, curled into a little ball, and cried into her knees.

Eno just knelt there watching her crying with narrowed eyes. Why was he still here, damn him? And then suddenly, he turned and started rummaging in a basket he'd brought. When he turned again, he was holding a plate of the soothing paste on his paw. Coming closer, he pushed Aliona onto her back, removed the nipple ring, and started heavily applying the paste to both of her nipples. Aliona lay there quietly sniffling, glad when the tingling began and the pain eventually throbbed away.

Then Eno nudged her legs apart, and taking a great glob of the paste, he smeared it on Aliona's pussy. He pushed the paste inside of her, fingering her deeply, and even rubbing for a moment at her clit. Aliona felt herself start to throb in spite of herself.

"Your tits were perfect before he ruined them. Nice big, swollen tits with sharp little nipples. I thought maybe he'd leave them alone, let them look the way they're supposed to look, like tits, not ornaments. So nice and supple," Eno whispered, running his spread fingers over Aliona's breast.

"But the males here," he went on, as if they were deep in conversation, "they like a bitch with a nipple ring. Like pulling them to make a bitch cry. I never understood what was so great about that. You were my first bitch with a nipple ring, you know that? They don't pierce females until right before the mating seasons. Any female I've had didn't have one. I like that. I like tits without rings. I like yours. Everyone does." He smoothed his paw over her breast again, pausing to touch gingerly at the nipple.

"Course, most bitches like it when you pull their ring, I heard, but you didn't like it at all. Probably 'cause you just got pierced. But the next time, I won't be so rough. I'll pull gently and maybe you'll get wet so I can get deeper."

The next time! Aliona groaned inside. How many nights was this going to go on? And why hadn't Arorta or the twins come bursting in to see what was the matter? Eno said they would think Eloein had come home and was fucking Aliona, that they wouldn't dare to come in. Eno was probably right. It made Aliona wonder if he hadn't done this sort of thing before with Nisma or Nasma.

"You have to learn not to scream, though, bitch," Eno said as if this was a solid fact. "I don't like slapping bitches around if I don't have to. But when a bitch starts screaming another male's name while he's fucking her . . . that's the greatest insult. Do you understand?" Eno growled, his eyes glinting in the darkness. "And when a female asks a male to stop, that's another insult. You never deny your intimate parts to a male, bitch, never. I don't know if they let you do that in your village, but you don't do it here. And another thing you did: closing your eyes and pretending to be with someone else! I should I have choked you. Who is Kel? Your husband?"

Aliona was surprised when Eno actually waited for her to respond. She nodded very slowly, terrified now of speaking: she had no desire to be slapped again for another offense which she was sure to be ignorant of.

"Well, forget him," Eno told her darkly. "Kel is dead, or he will be if he comes here challenging my father. You know the real reason my father brought you here? Because he couldn't keep me off Nasma. When he found out I was forcing her and that she started liking it, he went out to find me a bitch of my own. He has to pretend he doesn't want me with you. Keep up appearances. Makes it look like he's obeying the law. But in truth: if we were caught by someone else, we'd be stoned.

"So you have two choices, bitch. You can let me come here and fuck you every night, keep your mouth shut, and do what I tell you, or you can scream your little bitch head off, make me torture you, make me slap you, and get us caught. Which will it be? Because the truth is, I don't like that fucking nipple ring and I'll leave it off you in a heartbeat if you'll yield."

Aliona lay there, her paws curled just beneath her neck, her elbows tucked in, unable to believe her ears. If she kept her mouth shut, he wouldn't hurt her anymore, didn't want to hurt her anymore? All she had to do was sleep with him. And it slowly dawned on her that if she could make him warm to her, she could coax information out of him and find a way home! He already seemed like a male who loved to hear himself talk. All she had to do was make him think he'd won.

"Which is it?" Eno said, flicking the tip of her tail lazily between his fingers.

" . . . I'll let you fuck me," Aliona whispered at last, making her voice very miserable.

"Good," Eno whispered. "For a second there I thought you were all tits and no brain."

He leaned toward her and when Aliona gave a little sob for effect, Eno slipped his fingers in her pussy yet again and whispered sympathetically, "Oh, it doesn't have to be all that bad. It's better than being with my father. Sometimes he'll slap you around and bang you and hurt you just for the fun of it. Likes to see bitches cry. I know. I've heard him bragging. But I like to see bitches moan. I like to see them enjoying my touch . . ." So saying, Eno started rubbing very gently at Aliona's clit. Aliona stiffened as she began to throb once more with a hunger that startled her. Her nipples got hard under the paste, and the more Eno's fingers caressed around her clit and pussy lips, the wetter she felt herself gushing until, thoroughly ashamed of herself, she was giving little moans.

To Aliona's surprise, Eno leaned down and kissed her warm on the mouth, his fingers working faster and deeper until at last, her cries of delight were muffled against his mouth as she came. He pulled his fingers loose of her tight, dripping walls, then hovered over her and entered her. Aliona lay beneath him, sighing shrilly with pleasure as he moved slowly in and out. Eno sucked tenderly at her breasts, lapping at the soothing paste and conjuring up moans from her that she could not suppress, try as she did to fight the pleasure. Eno eventually came inside of her, then laying beside her, he lay his head against her breasts and fondled them idly, panting to catch his breath.

A moment later, and to Aliona's horror, someone else entered the room. They were caught! Oh, god, they were going to be stoned! But Eno didn't open his eyes as he said,

"You're back, Father."

Aliona groaned.

Eloein came to them where they lay on Aliona's sleeping furs and chuckled at the blank look of fear on Aliona's face. She had a feeling she knew what was about to happen here and she wished miserably that they would just leave her in peace.

Eloein knelt beside Aliona, and after fumbling at her breasts a moment, he gave her nipple a pinch and then demanded, "Where the fuck's her nipple ring?"

Eno groaned into Aliona's breasts. "Faaaather, I don't like nipple rings . . ."

"A real male likes to pull a nipple!" Eloein snarled. "Now put it back!"

Grumbling to himself, Eno dragged himself up, and after fumbling in the dark to locate it, he slipped the nipple ring through the paste and back into Aliona's nipple. Eloein tugged gently on the ring and gave a satisfied grunt when Aliona squirmed.

"Good. The paste hasn't numbed her so heavily that she can't feel it," said the sorcerer.

And before Aliona could really grasp what was happening, she was being lifted from her sleeping furs by the waist and forced onto her paws and knees. Her body went tense when Eloein slipped his fingers into her pussy with a soft squelch, remarking with satisfaction that Aliona was gushing wet.

"But what's all this damn paste? Get a little too rough, pup?" Eloein barked.

Eno murmured something, not meeting his father's gaze.

"You spank them when they disobey, son. At least spank this one. She's too pretty to ruin with anything more."

And the conversation ended there, for Aliona felt Eloein's great cock slip inside her pussy. She trembled on paws and knees, her eyes squeezed shut. God, he was so big and felt so good . . . She wished she could stop feeling this way, she wished she was dead rather than kneeling here shuddering from the pleasure of a cock that wasn't Kel's. Eloein chuckled as if he'd read her mind and made his dick swell large inside of her, pushing in and out so slowly and deliciously that Aliona dropped her head and let out a long, low moan of pleasure. Then he did it again: Eloein made his dick swell just a little thicker, and Aliona felt her pussy lips stretch with it, clinging tightly, gushing out her juices. She trembled all over, wishing he would stop . . . wishing he would never stop . . . hating herself when her clit throbbed and pulsed, hating herself when her nipples stood erect.

"She's getting nice and wet, son," grunted Eloein, giving Aliona's plump ass a clap. "Get down there and make her wetter. And you'd better pull her nipple and learn to like it!"

Eno dutifully crawled under Aliona and started sucking at her nipple ring, his tongue flicking back and forth over the nipple, his teeth pulling every now and then at the ring. He caressed the other tit in his paw, and squeezing it every so often, he paused to suck the oozing milk away, only to return to Aliona's nipple ring.

With the paste on her breasts once more and all fear of being discovered by Eloein vanished, Aliona couldn't help but take the greatest of pleasure from Eno's tongue and lips on her nipple. He tugged gently at the nipple ring now, just as he'd promised, and with the paste it no longer hurt. It even aroused her. Trapped in this tangle of ecstasy, Aliona moaned in-between the licking and the caressing and the fucking, her body growing so weak from it all that eventually, Eloein was holding her up on his dick, lifting her up and down, his cock incredibly thick now inside her, while Eno continued to lick and caress her nipples. Her head fell back against Eloein, thrusting her breasts toward the ceiling as Eno sucked and caressed them, and it was all she could do not to burst with screams as they gave her the greatest orgasm of her life.