New stockings, white and silk went on before mature the dress, attached them to the garters, then the dreaded part, the dress.Inch after inch went in, until over half of the beast's cock was deep inside his rectum.And after that day, Lisa began masturbating this way a lot.He pulled it down and straightened it out.Looking back down, I watched Leah carefully pull down the zipper to the bottom . . .How could his brother know Cuckold he have been at the very portal of his wife vagina, at the moment before passing into manhood and entry to paradise, just about to be the man of the house while the big pussy brother was away?By now they had all had a good few drinks and teen they all groaned as one.It stuck out like I had a dildo sticking out of me. The bikini top wasn’t that bad although once when I’d gone down one of the big slide and straightened my bottoms at the bottom, I hadn’t realised that one nipple had escaped and the bikini hadn’t slipped back into place because it was caught under the Stirrup.I was so embarrassed by the whole thing amateur that I persuaded Ryan to take me home early, even though no one had stared at me.Ryan solved that problem for me by getting a new bikini bottom for me from the same place that the bikini came from.Clint had bred all the women in our family within days of each other.What were the chances of her being able to make an escape? I am in control… She hissed low, feeling the power swell within her, begging to be released, to chase down her prey like an animal, to savage her, to take what was rightfully hers. I am in control… She repeated again, thinking of her place as First, how she had gotten here through the use of her mind as much as her body and how badly things had gone for her in the past when she had failed to keep the fire from spreading throughout her being. When she eventually opened her eyes she felt reborn. Her body was pristine, a perfect Isiri specimen with strong muscles and soft breasts, her cock a little swollen between her powerful thighs, but the most significant changes were in how it felt. Free of the armour's weight and surging with power she felt as light and swift as a feather, like she could run for days and not tire, or, she thought, Cuckold perform other marathon duties for days without need of a break…Setting down the small device she opened a small secure chest and drew out several personal items. First and most importantly came three pale blue spiked piercings which she affixed through existing spots up the bridge of her nose. Isiri were not very maternal creatures, not holding as much care for family and blood relations as the humans apparently did, but these had belonged to her mother, a great warrior of her time and someone who had through action, not blood, won Lysera’s respect.Next came two earrings and several smaller rings of the same pale blue colour favoured by the Isiri, they had all belonged to Lysera’s former Better, a First who had herself taught Lysera much of what she now taught to others. But she had grown old and stubborn and Lysera regretted what she had inevitably been forced to do, but as she clipped the rings into her intricately braided hair she found solace that it had been the honourable thing to do.Last she pulled out a spiked Isiri shoulder pad and, uniquely a fingerless glove of human make. The former she had been wearing when she had won her first victory as Warrior-Caste, the latter had belonged to a high ranking human officer she had bested on the field and remained a trophy worth bearing to this day.The final item in the chest, a sword mature of pale blue that she had forged for herself, she left behind. As much as she wanted to wield it in the coming hunt, she had promised that honour to teen Aezera’s Lancer.When she stepped from the tent, unaware of how much time had passed, she found Aezera sat outside on the ground, still bound in her tight uncomfortable plated armour, waiting casually with her Lancer lain across her lap.She rose when she saw Lysera and a broad grin settled on her face, Sometimes I forget just how in your prime you are, Lysera. Aezera spoke, her eyes moving slowly up her Betters form, lingering here and there for moments at a time to drink in the sight, You are ready? Lysera let out amateur a low grunt of acknowledgement, I am. Though I think you’ll pussy find I’m not yet in my prime. She let a small smile touch her lips then, Wait until I return with a broodmare worthy of a hundred Isiri daughters thrown over my shoulder.