Tamaska was so lost in the ocean of pleasure that she forgot even to swallow and little trickles of saliva dripped from the corners of her bruised lips as she stared the glassy, unseeing stare at Emberspike's disguised face. She had been fucked temporarily senseless and only the little murmur of insatiable need that passed her lips when Emberspike's claw opened her tight top to bare her sweat-soaked breasts confirmed that she had not fucked herself catatonic. Further evidence was presented when his tongue and mouth latched onto her breasts, biting the pliant flesh and marking it as his, at least for now. Tamaska's eyes came into sudden focus and she howled her desire for more rough treatment. At this point pain and pleasure was the same thing, just stronger, intense sensations.  Her body was forced into a hard, aching arch and she whined as, against her body's instinctive wishes, her breasts were offered up even more for the demon's maniacal pleasures.<br/><br/>She realized that Emberspike's earlier reward of letting her ride his cock until she was sated had been a lie. He was clearly done with giving her the illusion of control and more than that seemed intent on reminding her of her rightful place. To that end, his hips shot upward, raising the troll's supple form out of his lap with such force that when his hips stopped moving upward, Tamaska continued for a split second before gravity took hold and slammed her back down onto his pulsing prick. The howl of pure sexual bliss coupled with the perfect amount of agony was hard to ignore. Equally hard to ignore was the puddle of wetness forming under the chair as Emberspike punished her nethers with his savage thrusts. She surrendered to him and simply tried to survive his affections as he drove up into her hard and fast.<br/><br/>Added to the choir of the priestess' yelps and cries of pleasure and pain were Emberspike's moans and grunts of enjoyment as well as the wet slurp of her nethers repeatedly swallowing and relinquishing his length.  As the brutal pace continued, Tamaska hissed and gasped, becoming more and more strained until she was turning red from the almost total cessation of her breathing. She was on the very, very edge and then the sensation was cruelly torn from her. With her clenching nethers left with nothing to squeeze around and her abdomen quivering with the first ripples of pleasure, she could not bring herself to orgasm. Tears immediately began to run down her cheeks and the look of betrayal on her adorable features must have been a masterful sight to Emberspike. The desperation of her twitching movements and the mumbled, incoherent pleas spoke volumes. She NEEDED to orgasm. She had been reduced to an animal in heat. She seemed incapable of human speech as she whined at him and jerked her hips.<br/><br/>Even though Emberspike's deep thrusts had stopped, the pleasure did not recede. Her body quivered and the muscles of her legs, back and shapely ass were tensed with the want of the orgasm she was denied. Her lower lip quivered and stuck out in a girlish pout when he simply furthered her torment by toying with her throbbing, reddened nipple. The order to get off of him was one that she tried and failed to obey. Her body simply would not obey her and her legs were like putty when Emberspike hauled her to her feet. It was a good thing that he simply bent her over the chair because she was on the verge of collapse anyways. The position she ended up in was humiliating, or rather it would have been if she were concerned with such things. Her ass and soaking wet lower lips and trembling thighs were perfectly on display and she was rocking her hips back even before that thick shaft was anywhere near. The sexual beast that had been Tamaska whimpered and whined when the tip of Emberspike's cock tortured the little nub of her clitoris.<br/><br/>The game he proposed seemed horribly cruel but she had no doubt that was his exact reasoning for doing it. She tensed, trying to stop herself from moving only to have his hand slap against her upturned ass. She looked back over her shoulder to see him standing triumphantly down at her. He had her at his mercy and they both knew it. She would do her best to hold still. She just hoped that he was not in the mood to punish her too long. She knew that it would not take much to have her hips rocking back in search of that big hard lance of his.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"P-Please Master Emberspike,"</span>She stumbled over the words as if they were the first that she had said in years.<span style="color: indigo"> "PLEASE pound my worthless womanhood. I need it, I crave it. I LIVE for your cock! I have been a good slave, and I have done all that you ask. I have serviced whoever you commanded me to and I have debased myself in every way that you wanted. Please, I beg you, let me orgasm. Let me thrash beneath you, impaled to the hilt on that wondrous cock!!" </span>She begged loudly, uncaring that her voice easily carried over the crowd. She did not care any longer if every single one of them saw and heard. Her whole world was centered on Emberspike's throbbing, potent cock and the pleasures it could give.<br/><br/>Even when his thumb pushed into her abused and still throbbing backside, she managed to stay still. Through sheer force of will her body was still. He wanted her to prove that she could behave to get what she wanted and she was determined, as always, to exceed his expectations. The combination of the teasing stroke of his tip against her tender clit and his thumb tickling the nerve endings inside of her bottom had her toes curling and her hands balling up into fists. She bit her lower lip hard to stifle the frustrated cry that threatened to slip out. She would be still and obedient and earn his savage thrusts again.<span style="color: indigo"> "P-Please Master Emberspike, please give your whore all that she deserves." </span>She wiggled her butt, not trying to push back even though she desperately wanted to but simply to attempt to entice him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>