Although she'd intended to continue to the kingdom after warming up with this village, Lydia's mind was overwhelmed with bliss at the sensation of her latest growth spurt. She'd been teasing herself for some time, but now...now she wanted release. She smiled down at her trapped group of slaves. "So sorry, girls," she whispered huskily. "But your goddess needs you right now."
With a mighty flap of her wings, Lydia blew out the ring of fire she'd been using to keep the girls in place. Their attempt at freedom wasn't going to last; with a resonating shake, Lydia sat down in front of them, crossing her legs to trap them between the mountainous scaled flesh of her thighs. Her dripping sex was splayed in front of them, far, far too close for comfort.
"Now," Lydia purred, eyes lit up in perverse delight. "To work, girls." There was no immediate response; her captives continued to cower before her.
Lydia rolled her eyes, scoffing quietly. "Let me make this clear," she hissed. "You'll do as you're told, and make your goddess happy. Or, I'll shove your squirming bodies into myself, and take my enjoyment from you that way. It doesn't matter to me which you choose."
With that terrifying ultimatum looming, the young women decided it was best to please her willingly. They hesitantly approached her sopping lips, beginning to rub and tease her waiting sex. Lydia smiled, shivering in delight. It wasn't just the physical sensation, although the threat of violence certainly did a great job in motivating their busy little hands. No, it was the knowledge of the power, the fear she inspired in her little toys, which truly made Lydia moan.
She needed more. Without hesitation, she reached to her crotch, grabbing an unfortunate woman from the pack. She lifted the screaming girl to her face, eyes glazed over in lust.
"I need your taste, little one," she breathed, serpentine tongue slipping out to slide up her slave's legs. The girl tried to force them shut, but the warm, wet muscle was far too strong; withing moments, Lydia was eagerly lapping between the girl's legs. At first, the terrified slave was protesting, but after a few moments, she started to moan involuntarily, turning red at the sensation.
Lydia withdrew her tongue, eying the girl lustfully. "You like that, little slave?"
The girl nodded. "..y...yes, goddess," she whispered. "I...I've never felt this...before..."
"Serve me well, little slave, and you'll experience so much more," Lydia moaned. She was so, so close to climax...
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