Krynn began to think the witch might always talk like this, everyone being a slave, or otherwise pawn or tool in her plots.  Or maybe she really did expect to enslave the noble barbarian.  Either way, the cock wasn't giving her much clarity of thought, just urging her to agree to, say anything that would allow it more.  She had to admit, "drowning in pleasure" sounded intriguing.  Watching her spread her ass, legs open, offering it all for her cock, it was too much to bear.<br/><br/>"Yes, please let me fuck you mistress.  I want to be your cock-slave, I want to lick you and every inch of your body.  I want to fuck your ass and your sex, your mouth, breasts..." her eyes wandered, wondering what else she could possibly fuck.  Shaking her head, "Please let this slut fuck you..." she was still on her hands and knees from her rimjob as she begged.  Krynn told herself this was the penis talking, some enchantment, this wasn't binding, but her sense of honor and integrity told her she was being weak and giving herself to this elf-witch without a fight.  In the end, she abandoned those principles in a mind-fog of sex, lust, and desire for more, the elf before her the only goal.