#445449 - In front of her kneeled an enormous beast, part man, part wolf. Summoning all of her will, she was barely able to choke out a singular word to him Please As soon as the word left her mouth she felt the air in the cavern stir and the sharp tips of his claws push into her side, she barely heard his response over her own cries of pain Is that how a slave whore talks to her master? Despite the pain in her side, the whore could smell the musk of the beast-her masters precum and her mind was once again assailed by lustful thoughts. Carefully he wrapped his claws around her throat, cutting into soft flesh despite his care, he lifted her up, slow enough that she could stand herself and avoid losing her neck, soft and weak elven hands grasped at his wrists, desperately trying to break his grip on her neck.