Forest Darling

The pet of royalty, treasured and trusted, and fucked hard every night. Everyone knows it, they can all hear my cries at night, they see the way my royal looks at me. They don't allow anyone else to touch me, but they can watch. They can watch as much as they like, and it helps that my royal is shameless, pinning me to a wall when they feel like it, pushing me to my knees while they sit on their throne, kissing me deep in front of people they think are interested.

Or maybe a pirate captain's slut. She picked me up from a ship, and I swore loyalty to her. But she didn't like seeing me on my knees scrubbing the deck, no, she likes me on my knees between her thighs, her fingers forcing my head down on her. She'll share me with the crew sometime, letting them touch me, ordering me to my knees to please them when they've done well. But she's the one that fucks me at night, letting everyone know who I belong to.

But being the assistant to someone with magic is so tempting, too. They lured me in easily, asked me to help them test their potions and their spells, and I agreed wholeheartedly. They give me glowing concoctions, watch my reactions as I take it down, smiling when my legs spread open, and I fall to my knees. They tell me it worked, but they have a spell that goes with it, and they just have to try it. They'll fill me with pleasure, and take it away just as fast. Making me beg and plead, but there's always just one more thing they need to try.

Above me, I can see two screens. There's a pretty pink spiral on the main one directly in my view. On the second screen is a spiral and a stream chat.

The camera turns on, and a livestream starts. I am being broadcasted to thousands of strangers.

Someone in the chat donates $5. The timer starts counting down 5 minutes. The machine in front of me whirrs to life, pushing a large dildo into my pussy. It thrusts in and out of me slowly, as I gasp and moan and struggle against my binding.

At the end of the 5 minutes, the machine stops and I'm able to regain some of my composure. But only for a moment. Another donation comes in, the timer resetting itself. The machine starts fucking me again.

Images flash on the spiralling screen and I stare at it. I don't know why I want to watch it, but I do. Soon enough, I'm a drooling, stupid mess, getting fucked on and off for who knows how long.

Donation after donation floods the stream, the timer unable to hit zero before another donation resets it.

How long have I been fucked by this machine now? An hour? 10 hours? A day, a week?

The stream milks orgasm after orgasm out of me. What ever protest I was making has now melted into sweet, loud moans. I'm not even aware I'm begging for more.

After countless more orgasms, I've lost the ability to speak. I just smile and moan, cumming over and over and over again.

Click under the cut for a touch starved Kase being humiliated by his pack. Masturbation, voyeurism, begging, group sex, intense praise kink, a cute trans werewolf riding his scary pack mate’s cock, and a very depressed touch starved person being forced to accept lots of affection.

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