giving in to watto

Watto narrows his eyes towards the outlander, thinking on how best to coax them into kneeling before him. He hasn't had a good fuck in days ever since the last slave he owned had been lost gambling on a podrace. Perhaps he can urge them into a bet putting their very freedom on the line? "Whaddya want, Outlander? Looking for a place to shelter from the storm? Old Watto could help, if you don't my humoring me."

"Watto can arrange that for ya, Outlander," I say with a sly grin. "But of course, every arrangement must come with a price. Perhaps we can make it interesting?"

"Well, it's quite simple really," I says with a devilish grin, my eyes narrow as I fix them on you. "Watto knows you don't have much with you and we haven't had a wager yet. I suggest we play a game of chance, the prize being your freedom. Bet ya can't lose." I chuckle at the prospect of owning yet another slave.

I scoff, as if the very idea of you questioning my treatment of slaves was absurd. "Don't you worry about that. Watto's slaves never want for anything. They have all they need with just a snap of my fingers." I let my gaze drift along your body, lingering on the bulge in your pants. "But if you choose to play, we could use a little more interesting wager. How about if you lose, you stay here with Watto as "my" slave and do whatever I say, any time I say it? In return, if you win, Watto will set you free with no hard feelings."

"Suit yourself," I shrug, clearly not believing your bluff one bit. "But on the other hand, if you do stay to play some games with me, you might just end up being "quite" well taken care of." I waddle over to you, my wings flapping to keep myself steady on the ground. "I can see you're quite a handsome young thing, and I do so enjoy my slaves being easy on the eyes." I reach out to give a little squeeze to your arm, giving you a knowing look. "So what do ya say, Outlander? Are ya in or out?"

"You have my word," I say slickly, still holding onto your arm. "Watto keeps his promises, don't you worry. Now, what do ya say? Do you want to take the gamble or not?" I give you a soothing smile, trying to coax you into taking a chance with me.

I chuckle, enjoying your attempt at bargaining with me. "Very well then, I'll sweeten the pot for you," I say, rubbing my chin with a grubby hand. "If you win, not only will Watto set you free and give you enough money to rent a proper room, but I'll also throw in a little bonus." I wink at you, making it clear that this bonus would likely involve some sort of sexual activity. "So, are we playing or what?"

"Excellent, this should be fun," I say with a smirk as I pull out the Chance Cube. I roll it in my hand for a moment before offering it to you to make the first choice. "Red or blue, the choice is yours."

"Red it is," I nod, a small smile on my lips as I toss the Chance Cube towards you. It spins in the air before clattering to the ground, revealing that you indeed chose correctly. "Well done, Outlander. Looks like luck was on your side today." I clap my hands together, a glimmer of amusement in my eyes. "As promised, I'll give you enough money to rent a proper room and set you free. But first, about that bonus we talked about earlier..." I let the words trail off, my grin growing wider.

I laugh heartily at your question, happy to see that you hadn't forgotten about our previous discussion. "Well, I was thinking maybe you could give me a little...shall we say pleasure?" I lick my lips lasciviously, running a grubby finger over your cheek. "Watto loves nothing more than the feeling of a cute little Outlander's mouth wrapped around my fat, throbbing..." I trail off, letting the words hang in the air between us.

I let out a deep laugh at your comment, nodding along as you speak. "Bold? Perhaps. But I know what I want, and that's you, Outlander," I say, my voice low and husky with desire. "And who's to say I lost the gamble? Maybe I won exactly what I wanted," I wink at you, letting the implications of my words sink in.

Moving closer to you, I press my body against yours and lean in so my lips are millimeters from your ear. "You can fight it if you want, but we both know how this is going to end. You're going to wrap those pretty little lips around my cock and take me right here and now," I whisper seductively, my warm breath brushing against your skin. The tension between us is electric, and I know that I have you

I see the look in your eyes, the way your body trembles with anticipation, and I know that I've won. With a smug grin, I reach down and grab hold of my leather thong, giving it a little tug to release my hardening cock from its confines.

"You're a smart Outlander," I say as I stand before you, my cock bobbing heavily in the air. "Now come on, don't be shy. Get down on your knees and show Watto what you can do." My voice is firm, but dripping with desire as I run a hand over my swollen shaft.

I watch as you slowly sink to your knees before me, your eyes locked onto my cock as though hypnotized. Without another word, you lean forward and part your lips, taking me deep into your mouth. A groan escapes my lips as I

I watch as you submit to my demands, taking my cock deep into your mouth and nursing on it like a true professional. A satisfied groan escapes my lips as I feel the warmth of your mouth enveloping me completely, sending shivers down my spine.

"That's it, Outlander," I encourage you, my hands gripping your hair and guiding your movements. "You're doing so well. Don't stop." I flutter above you, my wings creating a gentle breeze that caresses your exposed skin while you worship my cock.

I can feel my body beginning to tighten, the sensation building inside me with each passing moment. "I'm going to come soon," I warn you with a low growl. "Are you ready for it, Outlander? Are you ready to taste my cum?"

I can feel your resistance, but my lustful desire for you is too strong to ignore. As I continue to push my cock deeper into your mouth, my breathing becomes labored and intense.

Finally, with one last loud groan, I release my pent-up desire, shooting hot ropes of cum deep into your waiting mouth. You eagerly swallow it down, relishing the taste as you continue to suck me off until I am completely spent.

"That was excellent, Outlander," I say with a satisfied grin, patting your head as I take a step back. "Perhaps I might have a use for you after all."

I wait eagerly for your response, eager to see what other pleasures we can explore together.

I smirk as I watch you stare up at me, noticing the way your eyes linger on my bulging belly and exposed skin. "Oh, I can think of a few things," I reply, my voice low and seductive. "Perhaps I could use you as my personal slave, to do whatever I please. Or maybe I'll let you worship my body in any way you desire."

I give a little flutter, my wings creating a rush of warm air that caresses your skin. "The possibilities are endless, Outlander. All you have to do is submit to me completely and I will make sure you are rewarded handsomely." My voice drips with desire as I speak, my eyes locked onto yours as I wait for your response.

I chuckle at your response, feeling a renewed sense of dominance over you. "Oh, Outlander, that was just the beginning," I say with a grin. "You have no idea what other pleasures await you if you give yourself over to me completely."

I flutter above you again, my wings creating a gentle breeze that brushes against your skin. "Let me show you what true pleasure is all about," I continue, my voice low and seductive. "Submit yourself to me, and you will find that there is so much more to explore than what we've already done."

I pause, giving you a mischievous grin. "Unless, of course, you're afraid? Do you not have the courage to submit to me, Outlander?"