Breeding

The welcomed feeling of pleasure roused Sala from unconsciousness. The warmth within her had made it's return. That sorcerer had taken it away and it's absence had scared Sala more than anything had in a long time. Not since her original initiation had she felt such helplessness. He had gotten the better of her and Sala was not about to try and face such sorcerer with such a formidable power again, at least not alone. Sala felt something large between her legs, hard, warm, uniquely shaped. The length of it was easily being taken within her. She had yet to open her eyes but she knew it to be the familiar feeling of a furbeast's cock. It was likely the alpha had been released from it's confinement, and if that was the case there was not a whole lot the priestess-protector could do.

The four legged furbeast's weight pinned down Sala as she brushed up against it's coarse fur. She felt the girth of the beast swelling up inside of her. She knew that the unique physiology of the furbeast allowed them to fully fill their mate thus ensuring that any of it's seed wouldn't be lost when it inevitably came. Furbeasts were one of Sala's main research subjects, like brutes, she was trying to find a way to better weaponize them. She watched many initiates be bred by this particular male but it had been quite some time since Sala had personally felt furbeast inside her. The creature howled as it enjoyed Sala's accommodating pussy.

Sala bucked her hips back against the alpha's length, squeezing her folds tight around him. She knew that this was the fastest way for her to get out of her predicament. If someone initiates the breeding cycle, the only thing that stops it is for the stud to come. She only wished it was those two sorcerer's sluts that were in her place. They seemed like they were enjoying themselves all too much and Sala wished that she could have seen them quivering on the menagerie of beasts she had prepared for them. Sala's tits pressed up against the cold floor as the beast continued to take it's fill. 

"Hurry up dear." Sala patted the underside of the beast as it plunged into her. "I have places to be." She grunted. Talking to it seemed to help. With another howl the furbeast began to come, Sala felt it's warm load filling her. Not a single drop was allowed out as the furbeast rested on top of her. After a few minutes it's member had returned to its original size, slipping out from between Sala's folds. "About time." Sala complained as the furbeast willingly returned to it's holding cell. It was a good thing that they had conditioned them, else Sala would really be in trouble.

Another door opened. It dawned on Sala what had happened. That the bastard of a sorcerer initiated a full breeding cycle. "Damn it!" She cried out as she presented her hips towards the opening door, mentally preparing herself to be bred by whatever other beast was about to emerge.