Bored with the attention Echo was giving her Amy shoved him away so that he was flat on his back again. One would think he could be more creative with what he had come up with, but he was still young. It seemed that he was inexperienced. Well, that didn't matter. Amy was the one in charge after all. She would be the one doing as she wished. Moving over to where he laid Amy fiddled with the knife in her hand. She couldn't bend down as she would like, but that didn't mean she couldn't hurt him.
Skillfully Amy threw the knife, sending it through his wrist and into the earth below, pinning him down. Laboriously Amy lowered herself to the ground, looking at the one who had volunteered for her games. It was the first time that someone had willingly participated for her, most doing their best to get away, or if they were one of her slaves, staying perfectly still and hoping that she would go away before she forced them to start screaming. Lazily she drew a claw up the inside of his thigh, tempting to cut the vein that would kill him.
ic: The male allowed Amy to push him to the ground like a rag doll. He didn't mind her violent, typical way of doing things that made her who she was. The male looked towards his pierced wrist, wondering whether his hand would still work properly. He would need that in order to give his master pleasure. Nevertheless, he stayed still showing no real emotion besides lust. If the female had not killed him only minutes before, why would she now? The male only gazed at his new master, hoping she wouldn't do anything horribly fatal.
Braced against him Amy moved over to where the knife had been thrown through. Her lust had been raised by him, for his body and for his blood. The two would never be fully separate in her mind. The beast inside her raged to hurt others, creating deep scars on their bodies, while the part of her that was still untouched by it, still holding enough of a soul to feel, wanted to take him, to have him rise in pleasure against her. If the beast ever fully overtook her she'd never truly feel this again, but there was enough of her left intact for this.
Grabbing it Amy pulled it out, the dirt from the earth cleaned off the blade as it slid back out through the wound. Lifting it Amy licked the blood off it before leaning down and kissing him, letting him taste it on her lips. He was such a lustful creature, easy to control and manipulate. It had only taken a handful of words for him to want her, for him to become willing to do anything she requested. She shifted against his body, knowing that it would increase his desire as she ran a hand down his chest, idly tracing the blood picture she'd carved onto him.
ic: The male smiled as Amy moved lower. To him, her lust for blood was only one in a million things he'd enjoy. He wanted to make Amy happy, even if he was forced through painful molestations. He swayed his hips in a sexual motion to show his parts. He hoped Amy would enjoy them. He wanted her to enjoy them. She was, after all, his mistress.
As Amy came closer, the sky darkened. Clouds seemed to give them both some privacy for their needs lust. Amy's body was so lush and sexually addicting. Both well built for sex and for power. Her fur coat also seemed so clean and soft.
Strangely enough Echo smiled. Motivated Amy drew her hand back, whipping it across his face. Her claws scratched, running across his muzzle, drawing thin lines. Viciously she jabbed a hand into his stomach, clawing through the flesh. She didn't touch anything, but reached for it. Amy looked down, wondering if he was hurt, if he would react. She felt him shift underneath her, the staff rubbing her body.. Reminded of her other hunger she moved down, rubbing her entrance against him.
Smiling she leaned down, pretending that she would give him what he wanted now. Enjoying yourself? Amy grabbed an ear with her hand, tugging on it roughly before cutting a slit into it, dividing it neatly in half.
ic: Echo felt an interesting mix of both pain and pleasure. To him, pain was a way of showing your love to a slave. It was also a way of teaching your slave a lesson. Even it it wasn't Amy's way of expressing love, Echo promised not to complain. He might shift from her claws, but he'd never complain.
As the female rubbed her part across the male's, so did his body against hers. Her large breasts seemed ready to suffocate the male's face. Her sexually taming qualities seemed too good to be true. Echo wondered how he would reply to Amy's question. He also wondered whether Amy was simply playing with him, like always. "Mistress, you give me the greatest pleasure. I should never complain."
Amy felt the entirety of Echo's body leap to attention at her touch. Every part of him seemed focused on the want, waiting for her to move. Aroused herself by this point Amy smiled at Echo's words. He was so submissive, saying what he believed would please her, calling her by title even before she asked. He wouldn't complain, which was good to hear, but also a little boring. It made him too easy to torment. Amy liked working for her end goal.
She rubbed herself against him some more before finally sliding down, growling slightly with pleasure. To touch him in such a way was entertaining, fulfilling her other desire. Amy lifted one of his arms, allowing it to run down her side before twisting around and biting a large chunk of it. Blood and pleasure combined as she moved herself, hips thrusting into his body.
ic: The male smiled when Amy put her lush, sexually tempting entrance onto his member. Her growl made him want her more, as she lowered herself onto his body like no other. He was a fresh virgin, and to him, It seemed he was having the greatest pleasure he had felt in his life. Having a master molest you when you're truly no more but a slave was something the young male desperately wanted. This very encounter, itself, seemed just too perfect to be true. The male pressed his body against hers with great lust as he moved deeper into the female. He thrusted his hips back and forth into the female's body. Amy was not just his mistress, she was his soul mate. His souls owner. Someone he would please until the very end.
The look on Echo's face said it all. He had died and gone to paradise in his mind. Amy didn't care if he was enjoying himself or not, just working on granting her own pleasure as she moved. Echo lurched up, curling around her, beginning to thrust himself. Amy's legs held herself close as she pushed on his shoulders, holding him at a distance. His inexperience was clear to feel, but it was easy enough for Amy to move around, making corrections so that he hit her sweet spot.
Eyes partly closed Amy dug her claws into his body, helping him find a decent rhythm. It might not be the most pleasing to him, rough and steady, forced to move along a path she chose, but it was the most pleasing for her, and that was what mattered in this situation. Only she held merit, only she decided whether one lived or died. Her eyes opened again and she leaned forward, biting his nose.
IC: Echo could feel Amy's movements and corrections underneath him. He could also feel the great pain Amy was giving underneath him. Back in his home territory, no female would wish to do such naughty things that Amy did. Amy seemed almost too perfect to be true. To him, sex was something new. But even so, no female had such a powerful body. So lustful, so sexually attractive, so lush and so soft. Now, she controlled him. She said who would be fed and who would starve. She was his new owner.
As the female lurched forward to take a bite of his nose, the male moaned with pleasure. He, almost uncontrollably, rammed himself deep into her over and over again. Lust had, by now, overtaken the poor male, and he had no control over himself. He truly hoped his mistress liked it when her male went hard into her. He licked the bottom of her muzzle, hoping she didn't mind... His need for lust told him licking a female across the neck pleased them.
The moan from Echo was pleasing to her ears. Amy gasped with surprise as Echo's pace picked up, slamming into her harder. It felt good, and sweet. So few actually had the guts to approach her, to even ask for things from her. This fool was one of them, and he had been awarded for his bravery. Always, there was a prize for those willing to stand up to the proud female and try to stand on equal grounds. As long as you were capable of proving yourself Amy would give you something.
The bottom of her muzzle was licked, a submissive form so primitive it sent shudders through her. Without thought Amy lifted the bars inside her, releasing the stormy beast inside her. She pushed herself hard, howling into the sky her triumph and pleasure. The look in her eyes was cruel, and primitive beyond measure. This was the part of her that she kept secret, hidden behind the facade of civility that she insisted others held themselves to, only released at times like this.
ic: The male's excitement grew as he watched Amy become what seemed to him like a goddess. Her howl seemed so strong, so lust filled and so needy. It strengthened Echo's lust and his need to please Amy more. His eyes opened larger as he felt his member go deep within Amy. His mind was filled with nothing more than the need to pleasure his mistress. The female pushing herself so seemed so unusual to the male. It seemed so amazingly pleasurable. Amy once again overwhelmed the male with lust.
Out of pure lust, the male licked the right part of Amy's neck. His ears folded back as he began to feel the need to becoming submissive. He also began to ram the female just a little harder, while wrapping his arms around Amy, pushing himself onto her thick, wonderful breasts.. Echo was Amy's dog - Her unequal, her submissive pet, the person she forced to lick the dirtiest parts of her body.
Amy wasn't satisfied by shallow shows of submission anymore. Arching herself up she glared down at the male, demanding that he went further, was much more submissive. He pushed in deep, reminding Amy that she was pregnant, and there would be nothing to come of this. A hand reached out, wrapping around his throat, ready to choke him if he made the wrong move. Down. Her voice came out as a growl, barely intelligible.
The hard ramming no longer pleased her as she decided to force a slower pace, dragging him out. Amy arched herself up, lifting slightly off him, teasing with the fact that he could no longer reach all of her. His ears were pinned flat, but still Amy wanted more. His arms wrapped around her body, face buried into her chest. Amy grabbed at his hair, beginning to jerk at it. This wasn't some equal that could have all of her. No, he'd only have as much as she allowed.
ooc: Echo gazed at Amy for a second, wondering why she'd suddenly changed her mind. It wasn't in his right to ask questions, but it still worried him greatly. He wanted to please her - not anger Amy. He was hers, and he did love Amy. To him, it didn't matter whether she wanted his flesh, or his member. He was there to serve her. The male gently exited the female. Her breasts felt so soft and so gentle. "Yes, Mistress."
Disappointment showed in Echo's eyes as he looked up at her. Amy completely ignored it. He was unable to fill her while she was pregnant. She'd been as satisfied as she was going to be. He couldn't do more, even if he tried. He slid out of her and Amy sunk to the ground. She looked around for her discarded clothes, wondering how much of it had been tossed into the mud. It looked like the blouse was ruined. Sighing Amy moved to stand up, only finding herself unable to.
Growling with frustration she looked to Echo. He was still buried in her chest, enjoying the feel. Help me up. He wouldn't be treated kindly. Such a thing was too much to expect from the monster. She did need him to help her off the ground though. All these actions were really difficult for the female. It was frustrating how she was slowly being weakened by this. Hopefully it would end soon, allowing her to return to the life she'd had before.
ic: The male quickly got off the ground and did as his mistress ordered. He knew Amy was weak, but also knew that once she was done with her pregnancy, she'd easily overpower him. Echo liked the thought of a female overpowering him. Especially if she was some sexist monster, who liked collecting slaves. "So, where will we go now, mistress?" The male didn't know what would happen in the weeks to come. All he did know was that he'd found someone who would use him in the way he wanted to be used.
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Swiftly her new slave stepped away, obediently pulling her up. Once standing she set to work brushing off the mud and the like that had settled on her clothes. It appeared the day that was supposed to have been spent so lazily had turned out very productive instead. Finding someone so willing to work with her was good. Of course, he'd still need training. A willingness to act didn't necessarily mean he would be good at everything she asked him to do.
Glancing over to Amy she smiled coldly. There was no warmth from her, no proof that she was alive and had emotions within. Waving her hand in the general direction she came from Amy spoke. We'll go to the festival. From there, I'll give you your first task. It would be one to remember, filling her needs perfectly. Already the plan was formulating, considering the various uses he'd have. Yes, this was going to work out just fine.
ooc: The male smiled at Amy's reply. He knew that this trip would be great fun. Maybe here Amy would force him to labour for her. Maybe he'd also prove himself a greater slave. He certainly enjoyed his first reward and experience. Echo knew he was new, but he also knew he'd proven himself worthy. Why else would Amy reward him so?
The male paced around, thinking carefully. He was glad Amy saw him as someone she could use. If he wasn't someone useful, who knows what she might done. "I can't wait to serve you, mistress."
