Looka and Miw Chapter four
#4 of Looka and Miw
Chapter four- it gets seriously nasty... er.
She looked up at Looka. His face plain with pleasure, but she looked into his eyes. She had seen that same look only once before. On the slave markets, the look of despair, fear and pain. What troubled him so? Why would he not let himself enjoy her? She pushed these questions aside, her own lust controlling her. She clawed atop him, looking closely at his flesh, his chest was massive. It was clear he was once a great forge master, his muscles rippled like steel cable. There were many scars across it. She knew most quite well, the marks of torture. She felt a small amount of pity for him.
She looked into his face, lowering hers to his; in silence she embraced him for a passionate kiss. He more than eagerly accepted it, his hands wrapping around her back, feeling her soft silken fur, warm to the touch. She purred contently as she felt his hands slide down, taking hold of her arse lovingly, groping them. She could feel his massive cock between her legs, and when she looked into his face, she saw a great conflict within him. A part of him wanted nothing more that to take her for his own, an almost purely lustful animal. The other was a part of him that was terrified of her, submissive and broken. Bent to her will only. He hand fell back, taking hold if his member, rubbing it gently, still kissing him. She raised herself slightly and looked into his eyes. He knew what she was about to do and broke away from her kiss. She looked at him; her head tilted looking at him curiously. "Something troubles you?" she asked lustfully. Looka gulped, his breathing was heavy and hoarse. His voice would not obey him, but Miw knew al to well the look of terror on his face. She enjoyed it, before her was a warrior born. A creature that had slain more that she would know, now he laid before her in utter terror. Something none of his other masters had accomplished and she knew it.
She brushed her free hand on the side of his face, looking at him compassionately, with a small sense of pity. "Do not fear it Looka, embrace it." She said before lowering her self on his cock. She spread her legs and relaxed allowing the cock to enter the delicate folds of his pussy; it was almost too large for her. But she relaxed and lowered her self slowly, feeling her pussy adjust to his girth. She looked at him again, she could see he was reeling it utter ecstasy; she could feel within his chest his heart pounding more fierce than any forge. She slid herself back, allowing his cock to penetrate deeper into her, she loved the feeling of it. Never before had she a slith in her bed, it was almost too much for her to handle, but she kept her wits about her, to keep him within her spell of seduction. It took a few moments of slight pain before she took his whole length within her; she rested a moment, just enjoying the feeling the cock within her.
She held herself up with her arms, displaying her large breasts for him to admire, which he did greatly. She smiled seductively, inviting him to enjoy them. He craned his neck; she could hear the slith bones in his neck pop as he reached for her breasts. He took hold of one of her breasts with his forked tongue, licking it at first, then he wrapped his tongue around her nipple and suckled gently, using his free hand to massage and grope her other breast. Her tail flicked in pleasure and she purred loudly. She smiled and raised herself and lowered her self again, feeling his cock slide in and out of her pussy, and set into a slow gentle rhythm, her pussy still adjusting to Looka's massive size. He could her him moan with pleasure as he suckled her breasts.
It drove her wild as he was doing it, he gained speed and rhythm, ignoring what little pain there was, embracing the rushing sensation of his cock. Without stopping she pulled her breasts away from Looka, rubbing them teasingly. "I cant do all the work alone Looka." She said seductively. Looka looked fearful a moment, but his grasp over his terror grew stronger and his hands wrapped around her arse, but he looked up at her once more, with a looked of worriment. She leaned down, kissing him and spoke. "Go on, I know the lust you feel, embrace it, don't fear it. And don't stop until I command you." She spoke with the seduction prowess she hand honed over years. He could do nothing else but obey her, to him there seemed nothing more than that will around him, as if the world no longer existed outside of pleasing her.
He held her by her ass, and raised himself, sliding his cock deep within her. She gasped a moment and held her breath feeling his cock force its way deep into her. She sighed heavily and moved to greet every thrust of his, slowly gaining speed. She felt the swell within her; she was getting wetter with every passing moment. Then she felt it, a throbbing; it was Looka's cock. He was soon to reach climax. She looked at him lustfully and commanded. "I want you to cum, don't you dare stop, my pet." He could do nothing else. He pounded her harder and faster, moaning slightly from utter ecstasy. She knew it would not be long; she quickly dismounted him and took his cock in hand, but too late to do much else. His massive cock swelled and pulsed releasing jets of white cum spraying her breasts mostly and a small part of her face. She licked up what cum she could off his cock and coaxed out whatever she could. To her, his cum tasted sweeter than any wine, or that of ambrosia.
She released him, licking a little of his cum from around her mouth. Using her fingers to wipe the rest off her face. She looked down at him smiling sweetly, purring contently. She saw upon his face two sides of him. One that was in a state of ecstasy and pleasure, and the other broken and submissive. A combination that aroused her all the more. She lay next to him, wrapping her arm around his waist, laying her head on his chest. She could feel his lust, his flesh warm to the touch. And his heart pounded like a raging inferno, now calming after the maelstrom. She sighed contently, cuddling close to Looka, and thinking, 'Worth far more than two thousand gold.' She thought with a sly smile spreading across her lips.
Then she felt it, like a sharp pain in her mind. She lifted herself up and saw Looka's face. It was of murderous rage; he was fighting her hold on him. She rolled away as he tried to pound her with his fist. She gathered the aura around her trying to get a hold of him once more, but it was futile. His mind was gone; all that was left was a pure will to kill. She had no choice left but to fight him. Looka charged her clumsily, his claws posed to tear at her heart. Miw shrieked, ducking underneath the swing, his claws barely missing her flesh. She gathered the aura once more but looked at him sorrowfully. Looka turned letting loose a howl that sounded born of the depths of hell and charged her again. Miw froze in fear, never seeing anything like this before now.
Looka lunged at her, grabbing her throat. Miw yelped in pain, grabbing his wrist, trying to break free. Look raised her into the air with one arm, his other posed to strike, but he stopped. She saw within his eyes the rage of a monster bent on vengeance, but something else, something that was stopping him. "Why?" he demanded. "Why me?" Miw didn't understand, she gasped for air, feeling her throat being crushed. "Why do you show me mercy?" he demanded. Miw looked at him, not understanding. Looka lowered her, and released her. She felt small cuts across her neck from his claws. Miw gasped for air, falling to her knees. "Why would you show mercy for a slave?" Looka asked.
She looked at him, the rage was there, but it was tamed and caged within him. Miw stood slowly and spoke. "I... have always treated my p... slaves this way. I do not force them to work, nor do beat or torture them under blade." She explained. Looka stared at her coldly, his eyes, crimson and fiery seemed burrow into her soul. "... Know what could have happened..." He spoke turning away, grabbing and tearing a piece of cloth from a curtain. "... But didn't. I have shown you mercy Seductress... I will not show it again." He left her room wrapping the cloth around his waist.
He saw Ocelot guards running down the halls, evidently aware of what happened. Looka smiled and laughed. "Finally!" he grunted. "I get to have some fun." He stood ready to fight them, one of the guards charged aim his half spear for Looka's chest. Looka evaded, landhig a crushing blow into the mechanical head of the guard, crushing its inner workings. Looka took hold of the spear, its weight and balance suburb to the feel. This was a weapon crafted by a slith; he knew it by the feel. Looka took hold of the hilt high and low, forceing the blade into an upward arc slicing into another guard from groin to head, splitting it in half. With both hands low Looka unleashed a cry and swung laterally, slicing into the chests of the last two guards.
Miw witnessed his battle prowess, horrified that he was capable of such feats. But it also raised the question, if he were so able as a warrior, why then was he a slave at all?
End chapter.