The entire night, Elias and Lisbeth’s bodies were against one another. She had affixed a collar to his neck, one that bound their souls together, according to her. And it tamed his sexual energy — essentially, his orgasm was under her complete control.
Lisbeth’s hips rode him. Her pussy was so hot and craving, so wet, dripping, grinding into his nose, his tongue, his chin. Her clit was swollen and throbbing and he latched on when he could, sending her into spasms and would make her drive her hips wild.
His cock was deep inside of her throat. She devoured it so messily, so frantically. As if she needed it to survive.
It had been hours. Elias’ tongue was becoming so sore but he continued on.
Lisbeth was addicted to the taste of him. His cock was large. His tongue was large. These two features of men made her quickly realize why her fellow Werewomen were so addicted to using men. She was moaning without wanting to — they simply slipped out of her like explosions. She had never moved her body in such a way in her entire life.
Gods, the feelings her pussy brought her were mind numbing, but she still held on. The heat and tingles and aches that ripped through her body from every lick and suck he gave nearly demolished her.
Lisbeth moved and repositioned herself in so many ways. She got up and rode him hard, knees out wide, back arched, feeling like such a powerful woman. She crouched before him, bouncing up and down. She urned around, palms to the floor of the tent, crushing him, crushing him, crushing him with her womanhood, keeping her forehead to the ground.
She moved to ride while caressing his face and looking down at his teary eyes. They were irritated and strained from all the juices. Her lips trembled into a smile and she looked into them as he sucked and licked. Another whirlwind, another panic of pleasure rose up in her.
“E-Elias! Elias! Elias!” She loved shouting his name, she was addicted to every part of him. And then she was blind, soaking him, as an orgasm took over her brain. She drooled and drove her hips into his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, harder, harder, harder.
And then she fell, back, off to the side of him. Every inch of her felt wonderful, warm, so wet. Convulsions still ran through her system. Her entire body felt as her pussy did — sensitive and aching.
She slowly got up, having rode him for hours. Sweat soaked her flesh and she wiped her brow. He was heaving as much as she was, his hands tied behind his back, down, resting on the cushions.
“That’s only my second orgasm,” she said. “I’m not even tired yet. Oh, this is so wonderful!”
The run was coming up.
Lisbeth continued to ride Elias’ face into oblivion, her mouth agape, her tongue out, so much drool. She twisted and moved, riding him in all the ways she could think of, striking and rubbing her clit on his facial structure while she ate up his cock or rested into his body.
She had cum a few more times.
The tent smelled of sex. Of pussy. Of her.
After her sixth orgasm, Elias drank his fill. Lisbeth collapsed into him, resting.
“I’m so…” Elias gasped. “Lisbeth I’m… I’m hungry… thirsty… please let’s rest…”
She grinned. Her heart raced. She moved and looked into his eyes, feeling so dangerous, so wonderful, so cruel. Energy seeped back into her, of a sadistic kind. “I have plenty for you to eat, my love,” she kissed him, the two of them swimming in the soaked cushions and floor of her love. “There’s so much more for you to eat and drink! I will sustain you…” Her tongue explored him deeper and deeper. She licked his eyes and his nose and his neck. She bit him and he cried out.
“Lisbeth…” he gasped. “Lisbeth…”
“Oh, Elias…” she trembled and picked herself up, moving over his face again.
Hours later, Elias was sitting, cross-legged, his wrists tied behind his back. All he could smell and taste was pussy. Lisbeth had orgasmed a total of twelve times upon his face and she was still moving. He had no idea… but should have guessed… A supernatural woman such as her, an animalistic, sexual woman such as her, could ravish him for hours. Perhaps… it would be days? Weeks?
Months?
Endless days of her fucking him, of smelling and tasting nothing but his Master. He shivered and felt a conflicting emotion of wonderment and fear at the prospect.
But… wow he felt so good. Lisbeth was riding his cock. He was deep inside of her pussy — so warm, so tight, squeezing him so damn hard. Her hips riding and pushing, seemingly with endless vigor.
And she was kissing him. Slurping, swirling, pushing and sucking. Her tongue so thick and warm. The feeling sent tingles throughout him. Their bodies were completely fused.
Night fell and the tent was soaked. Elias kept coming to and blacking out again and again. The amount of times he nearly came but the collar prevented it from happening was driving him mad. And she kept using his cock. Riding, bouncing, sucking. He kept coming so close to release but it never arrived. They were both moaning so loud.
Lisbeth was also losing track of time but knew it had been an entire day of fucking her lover. So much within her had to be released — so much love to burst forth.
Orgasm after orgasm.
She was losing her mind from cumming so much. She drove her ass into his face. Bit him and chewed on him and crushed him.
She gasped for air, falling over, Elias sitting there, slumped over, his cock still throbbing and raging for more.
Thirty orgasms now… And Lisbeth clawed her way back over to him, wanting so much more, so much more, so much more! Elias watched her. She was growling, laughing, moaning. She clawed at his flesh and ravished him more.
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Olia and the other women often came by Lisbeth’s tent to laugh and listen in on their Sister awakening to the pleasures a Werewoman could feel. They loved how her pet sounded. They adored how pleasurable their fellow Sister sounded. At this point it had been two whole days. Neither her nor Elias left the tent. Constant sounds of pleasure from them both. Periods of silence were interlaced between where they knew they had rested — despite a Werewoman’s adrenaline and vigor, no one could fuck for two days straight nonstop. Within, Lisbeth and Elias rested for some hours and then she would ravish him again.
Olia was impressed. Perhaps Lisbeth would keep going for another two days, hibernating with her pet. She was happy for her, finally taking what she wanted, falling into the true wonderments she could feel.
Elias was so in love with her. Addicted to her body. Every nap they took he could only think about her fucking him more and more. He wanted to keep hearing her be happy and excited. He wanted her to use him however she wished because he now lived to serve her and only her.
He watched her sleep next to him, having nearly been her fucktoy nonstop for two entire days. She held him close and breathed so steadily. He nuzzled in between her breasts. His cock was still so hard. He simply couldn’t resist, moving his hips forward, slipping it between her thighs. He shuddered and stifled a moan. Drool leaked from his lips.
Lisbeth… Lisbeth… his Master. So beautiful — she felt so good.
“Cum,” he mumbled. “Cum, I wanna cum, I wanna cum…”
He moved, fucking her thighs. And soon, his moans couldn’t be contained. The feeling of orgasm rose up in his heart again but it didn’t arrive. He cried, tensing, pushing, but he couldn’t relieve himself. Her thighs were so warm, felt so good, so good…
“Master… Master, please…”
Slowly, Lisbeth awoke. She watched him suffer and fuck and cry. She caressed his hair and smiled.
“Master… Master please I can’t take it any longer.” He swallowed all the saliva he was building up, all of it tasting of her, and moved into her chest. “Please, Master. Please.”
She laughed and continued to caress him. A gentle response to his aggressiveness.
“What a desperate boy you are,” she smiled. She moved over on top of him and squeezed her thighs together around his cock. Elias wailed out a sound of pleasure. She squeezed and kissed him. He kissed her back desperately. Humping up as much as he could. “You’ve been such a good boy.”
“I… I’m a good…”
“Yes,” she kissed his neck… sucked and kissed. “Good boy,” she whispered into his ear. “Good boy… Good boy…”
His mind was melting. He was so warm, could only smell her, his brain filled with her voice… calling him a good boy. He was her good boy.
“Good boy… Good boy… Such a good boy…”
“M… I…” He could no longer speak. He was melting away. Would he ever cum again? Would he lose his mind? He was a good boy… that’s all he wanted to care about. He was her good boy… He wanted to be that forever and ever.
“I will reward you, Elias.” she pulled his trembling body up and hugged him close. “I’ve never felt so good in my entire life.”
Elias smiled and fell into her embrace. “I love you Master…” he said. “I love you so much, Master.”
Lisbeth gasped and gazed into his eyes. “I love you, Elias,” she grinned and kissed him. “I’m so happy you love me!”
His cock was inside her again and a moan burst forth from Elias. He fell back down and she leaned into him, fucking him so steadily.
“Something I never told you about the collar…” she said teasingly. Elias met her eyes. “Not only does it prevent your orgasm… but that energy is stored up within it. And whenever I want I can unleash it all upon you.”
Elias’ eyes went wide. She laughed and kissed him so many times.
“It gives off a little light whenever it takes in the energy of your orgasm! For the past two days I think I’ve seen it light up about thirty times!”
Elias’ laughed. Nervously? Excitedly? He couldn’t tell.
“Oh, I can’t wait to see you cum with the energy of thirty orgasms at once! I can’t wait to feel it… I can’t wait to see your expression! I can’t wait to hear you!”
Elias gasped for breath. Was about to cum. It didn’t happen.
“Hehe. Make that thirty-one!”
He groaned. Drooled. Lisbeth held him and stared into his eyes. “I’m going to unleash it. And you’ll cum. In three…”
Elias was tearing up. Grinning like an idiot.
“Two…”
He humped and humped. Was going to cum. Make that thirty-two times…
“One!”
Elias became hot. His cock strained and tensed and pushed and it felt like it grew so much inside of her. When his voice unleashed, Lisbeth plugged it up with her mouth, and at the feeling of her pussy clenching and her tongue pushing into him and her beautiful face pressed up into him, he came.
His vision faltered. It was because his eyes had rolled back, his eyelids fluttering.
He was breathing so hard, humping so much, his heart racing. So much sweat. So many tears. He was sobbing and kissing and moaning and wailing into her. Still she kissed and fucked. And his cock erupted, cumming, cumming, cumming. Pumping so much, so much, so much!
He couldn’t think. There was only the feeling or orgasm. Losing his mind… he was floating. That feeling of clenching, of cumming, continued forever. Never ending. Elias thought he was going to die. Accepted it. If he died feeling this good, feeling pure heaven, he would be content. He felt the heat of his cum pouring out of her as fast as it burst into her, having filled her to the brim. Now it was spilling out. So much.
Yes… he was melting. Only his cock worked, pumping and pumping. Every other inch of his body went limp. And still she kissed and fucked.
What felt like weeks passed by. It couldn’t have been, right? Or maybe it was. All he knew was that he was still cumming. Lisbeth was still on him.
He would vanish into the feeling. And then emerge again to find it was still there and he entered heaven all over again.
 
When Elias opened his eyes again, Lisbeth was passed out on top of him. He couldn’t move. Didn’t have the energy. Everything around him smelled like pure sex. It wasn’t only Lisbeth’s weight but his body wouldn’t respond to him. The purest, pleasant exhaustion he had ever experienced.
He fell in and out of consciousness multiple times.
This life… the man tied to the post he met on the first night was right. This wasn’t a bad life. He rested. A man who had seen and felt heaven. A man who knew exactly where man belonged — at the feet of the women. The Masters of man.
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