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Six: Endurance

The first encounter ended rather swiftly but blood poured from the reopened wound within Layla and Slagar showed no interest in dealing with the matter. He left her to moan and grimace at the stinging sensation before he pressed his muzzle to the area and began to lap the blood away. Although she would have loved to rip his tongue out for such a reaction, the soothing gel of his saliva and the motions against her saw form were too welcome to prevent. Layla found some pleasure in the sensations but she wished she had no dignity to care about and could not only weep at this moment but call him master and beg him to leave her alone.

Slagar had found a difference in the taste of her body this time... a tingling delicious fizz that he believed was due to the orgasm he had irked from her just minutes ago. The salty tingle of her juices made him surprisingly hungrier and more desperate to continue his motions. Once more he felt his own cock throbbing within its sheath at each lap and his desires growing. But he had to be careful, just as he wanted to see how much she could endure he needed to know how much he could bare himself. He wanted to be able to do different things to her and he knew of one kind of sensation he would very much like her to give him... but that would only be possible if he submitted.

"Submit to me Layla... submit and I will let you sort your little wound out." He snarled angrily at her from between her legs. She appeared uncomfortable, contorting about within his grip as he paused to growl in her attempts to get away. Slagar knew that she was going to try everything she could to get out of his grasp and remain independent but he wanted to taunt her as well. If she was not going to stay still now then he'd have to continue until another orgasm rocked her senseless... then he could humiliate her and move onto the next test. At least, that was his hope as he pinched his claws into her dark flesh to gain a whimper and stop her moving before his long pale tongue supped at her creamy passage again.

"No." Layla barked and she would have lunged forward to snap her teeth along his muzzle if only he would have released her. She bucked about with her hips, trying hard to make as big a fuss as she could so that he would get bored and let her go. But she could not imagine what was going through his mind or she would have reacted and remain frozen, unwilling to give any kind of reaction and pretend to sleep. But at each slow lapping sensation that seemed to stretch deep into her body, she felt such pleasure but confusion also and almost howled when the edge of his tongue would retreat and flick the bottom of her trembling clit.

"Say master and I will stop." Slagar growled hideously, his scarred jaw suddenly edged with drool as he pulled his tongue back with a shudder of pleasure. He could not understand why her taste excited him so but he was finding it addictive and before she could moan and growl at him again, he let his tongue stretch deeper within her pursed folds and into the passage. His pink tongue pulled the sweet juices from the top of this tunnel and all about, thrusting in as far as he could as Layla gave moans and rumbles of pleasure and disgust.

To hear her sound so distressed for her pleasure was even more exciting and Slagar continued his deep exploration of her crevice, rolling his tongue where he could to widen to passage and make her moan. Each time he removed his tongue and caught the edge of her clit it seemed to pulsate and she gave a shrieking sound of pleasure and concern. Slagar became all the more eager to continue; hoping that maybe bringing her to ecstasy again and again might either exhaust her into calling him master or encourage her to beg him to get it over with. That thought in mind Slagar continued to lap at her until he gave a shudder, her feminine flesh quivered and she gave a sharp wheeze of pleasure as a thicker fluid spurted from her passage against his jaw.

"Your mind is saying no but your body is enjoying this more and more. Soon you'll have to submit your mind..." He chuckled cruelly and then he stopped lapping at her and instead decided to just press his tongue against her swollen clit. It twitched at his touch and she gave a moan of upset at the pleasure and disgrace again. As far as Slagar was concerned, rolling his tongue over her clitoris over and over again as she moaned and jolted, he was actually being kind to her. What other master would spend so much time giving their slave countless orgasms before themselves? He was finding it very difficult to hold back the urge to just plug himself inside her dribbling crevice and rip her in half, already his erection throbbed so much that her tail, wiggling about as it was, kept stroking it and making him cringe.

Slagar knew what other methods he wanted to get a chance to use on her and how much he wanted to impale her on his member and enjoy the thrill of it for the first time... but he had to have control. He was perhaps afraid of what might happen if he just constantly used her, after-all he'd seen quite clearly that she was rebellious at heart and that Snowspit could not have controlled her without nearly killing her. Slagar wanted her loyalty, he wanted her to title her his master as his slaves did and he controlled them through fear alone... but Layla? No he would just bring her to constant ecstasy so that she would only ever think of him with excitement.

At the imagination of her cumming just at the mention of his return in the future was making his cock harden all the more. He had to try and control himself from reaching a peak before he had got her to submit and with a gentle sigh he lowered her body from his clutch. In boredom he stared at her dripping gash and how her clitoris remained thick and twitching as if it were begging for his touch again. He looked toward her huffing form and decided that he would now start to be cruel... that he would stop making her reach ecstasy and see if she might start to beg.

With a sigh he turned toward the water that had been left for him to drink and decided to quench his first. Layla remained flat on her back, legs buckling from the spasms of pleasure ricocheting about her and giving soft whimpers as her body tried to relax. She felt the urge within her groin to be touched and stroked again, to be treated with his interest so that she might release herself once more to the pleasure and finally gain peace. Whatever Slagar had been doing it had not satisfied her need completely and she knew very well that her only way to gain full completion would be to bow to his word and submit to him.

As Layla brokered her resolved to stay quiet, Slagar finished his drink and stared at her for a moment as he figured out what to do next. She spotted water dribbling from his chin and unwillingly lapped at her own dry mouth, hoping to be given a drink and some more relief. Slagar noted the want but he knew that cutting off her ability to have water when she wanted it might lead to her calling him master. Layla could see the evil flickering within his eyes at the thought and with a sharp snarl she reminded him of her independence. But this did not work out for her as Slagar suddenly grabbed her by the tail and yanked her toward him.

She screeched in agony at the tug on her tail and then suddenly screamed as three of Slagar's sharp fingers were thrust into her still dribbling crevice. As much as she told him to stop, he slipped his fingers in and out as if the drink had just been a break in his fun. Layla writhed and kicked out with her legs, but each motion only aided Slagar's claws in scratching her inside and making her wriggle about more fiercely. Eventually her exhaustion showed and she dropped her legs whimpering and flicking out her feet from time to time to protest as he continued to slip them in and out. As he sped up the motion and did not care for the bruising he caused when he forced himself in and out of the weeping gash, the sucking motion seemed to become stronger and produce a hideous noise that was making Layla blush more then his games. He could have laughed over it if he had not been so determined to weaken her some more, his arousal tempered by the pain from where she had scored a few kicks to his legs.

Now as he stuffed his fingers into her hole, he stretched them out within for a few seconds before withdrawing, waiting a moment and then doing the same again. This reduction in speed and added sensation garnered a very different noise from Layla. She seemed to be half trapped in coughing and moaning, her eyes rolling as she tried hard not to respond at the stretching and yet she gasped each time he withdrew. The longer between each insertion, the deeper her moan and the more she seemed to react, her body even seeming to try to grasp at his limb and keep him inside her. The growing tightness though was starting to urge his excitement and he found himself drooling as each withdraw came with a strand of slick juice to prove that Layla was enjoying herself and barely fighting him anymore.

Slagar stopped though, he was bored of trying to give her this kind of pleasure and instead wanted to deal with things that would please him. His sticky hand now strained forward to grasp at one of her breasts, aggressively snatching it and making her tremble from the sudden inclusion of pain. Her face remained dazed, her pleasure taking over her mind and her exhaustion working with it as she started to smack her lips together again. She was starting to drool as Slagar began to massage roughly at her breasts, kneading them as though he were working out a kink in a back muscle... vicious and hard enough to leave marks but Layla did not seem to be noticing much pain.

Or it was a pain she was enjoying as Slagar realised how hard her nipples were becoming pressed under his palms. He continued to knead, rolling her nipples under his palm to cause the kind of abrasive stinging pain that should have got Layla telling him off again. But once again she just gave a sharp gasping moan and smacked her lips, practically hypnotised by his unusual choices in torturing her. Her dazed expression and heavy, hot breath as he worked at her breasts, not to mention the sudden lolling of her tongue seemed to be working against him and Slagar dropped one of his hands from her breasts to probe about her still swollen clitoris. The moment he touched it her body shuddered and she gave another whimper... but then Slagar stopped and sat away from her to wash his hands and have another drink.

After a few minutes Slagar got up and made motions to dress himself for going out and the moment Layla realised this, she sat up. She almost fell forward in a heap for reacting so quickly, but so tired and hot from the excitement, she looked toward him longingly. She felt the itching within, the need to explode again with the build up of fluid within caused by his attentions. Her body would not react to her trying to force that kind of response and she certainly did not want to rub herself across the floor just to get some kind of reaction... let alone rub herself in front of him. But Layla knew she had lost all pride, he had done some weird things to her, focused on her pleasure and not even cum himself.

"Wait..." Layla stated, but she swallowed her tongue at the idea of calling him master. Her reaction caused Slagar to grin visibly but he put his hood on and straightened his body. He picked up a small dish and filled it with water, put it down in the middle of the floor and then grasped the larger bowl of water. He was going to go on a walk... as long a walk as he could bare to do when he was so excited, then he would come back and do the same things over and over, only this time pausing each time she seemed close to orgasm. As Layla watched him leave she whimpered and whined for him to come back... her arousal still so extreme that sitting up as she was her clitoris remained pulsing and begging for his touch.

But could she dare to call him master and give up on all her dignity?