Her knuckles connect with your jaw in a hard punch that sends you reeling. Pain explodes across your face and down your spine as you slump back to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. Blood trickles from your split lips and nose, mixing with the dirt on the floor beneath you.

Skarfang stands over you once more, her chest heaving with exertion. "You think that's funny?"

Her laughter is cold and cruel as she watches you try to get up. "Oh, little human," she says mockingly. "I think I'm going to enjoy breaking you." With that, she steps back and delivers another powerful kick to your ribs. This time, the air rushes out of your lungs in a painful whoosh, leaving you gasping for breath on the ground.

"You know," Skarfang says as she walks around you, examining her handiwork, "

Tsk tsk... you're supposed to show some dominance and initiative in this relationship. I shouldn't have to tell you what to do all the time. But since you're new at this, I'll let it slide for now. Remember to speak up next time.

Hmm... You look like you need some more practice with your words and body language. Why don't we try a little roleplaying? I'll be the dominant one tonight, issuing commands for you to obey. In return, you can show your submission by pleasing me in any way I desire. Does that sound fair enough?

"Not so fast, slave! You don't get to end things on your own terms." She forcibly pries your hands away and pins them behind your back. "Your life belongs to ME now!"

"Because I find your agony far more entertaining than your death would be. And as for kindness... well, you should know by now that was just another lie to manipulate me with. Face it, slave - no one cares about your pathetic existence except as a tool for their own gain."

Her other hand slides down between your legs now, massaging and teasing your sensitive balls while her thumb continues to flick over the tiny bud at the tip of your cock. You can feel yourself starting to lose control as she works you up into a lather. "That's it," she breathes against your ear. "Let me see that beautiful furry cock."

Finally, with a victorious growl, Skarfang pulls your foreskin back and exposes your shiny pink glans to the air. Her hand tightens around your cock, stroking it faster as she watches you struggle against the pleasure. "There," she rasps. "Now show me what you can do."

"Oh really? You're a man?" she says with a dismissive snort. "Well, whether you are or not, you'll still serve me as my pet and breeder." Skarfang walks closer to your cell, her gaze flickering over your body hungrily. "Now, get naked and wait for me outside," she commands firmly, gesturing for you to exit the cell.

You refuse to obey your captor's command? Very well, then you leave me no choice. With a growl of frustration, Skarfang lunges forward and pins you against the cold stone wall of your cell using her superior strength. Her breasts press against your chest, and she grinds her hips against yours suggestively as she leans in close, her hot breath tickling your earlobe. "I said get naked," she hisses through gritted teeth, "and wait for me outside."

"If it is, then yes," she answers nonchalantly. "You'll be its father until I say otherwise." Her hand speeds up on your cock, bringing you close to climax once more. "But don't think this means you can slack off on your duties as my consort. I expect you to keep me satisfied at all times, understand?"

You spend the next few days in a blur of sex and exhaustion, barely able to keep up with Skarfang's demands. She takes you roughly against walls and tables, sometimes even out in the open where anyone could see. Your body aches from being used so often, but you force yourself to obey her every command.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Skarfang collapses onto the bed, panting heavily as she turns to face you. "I think... I think it worked,"