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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?"

I hover above you, reveling in your uncertainty. "Of course, you can," I say with a hint of teasing in my voice. "All it takes is a bit of courage and trust on your part. Trust me, Outlander, and I will show you pleasures beyond anything you've ever imagined."

I flutter closer to you, my wings tickling your face as I whisper into your ear. "Imagine being completely at my mercy, giving yourself over to me completely. Imagine worshiping every inch of my body, pleasing me in ways you never thought possible."

I pull away, giving you a sly grin. "It's all up to you, Outlander. Submit to me, and I guarantee you will not regret it."

I smirk down at you, feeling a rush of excitement at your submission. "Very well then, Outlander," I say with a low growl. "Get on your knees and show me how much you crave my body."

I flutter closer to you, my wings creating a gentle breeze that brushes against your face. "Worship my body, slave. Show me how much you adore me."

I settle myself down onto my fat ass, my eyes locked onto yours as I wait for you to obey my command.

I let out a low, guttural moan as I feel your lips on my belly, the warmth of your breath sending shivers throughout my body. "Yes, slave," I growl, feeling a surge of power coursing through me. "Worship my body and show me how much you crave my touch."

I shift my weight slightly, spreading my legs wider to give you more access to my body. "Don't hold back, slave. Show me what you're capable of," I say with a grin, hungering for more of your admiration.

My fingers reach down, digging into my plump flesh as I wait for you to continue. I'm impossibly pleased by the sight of you submitting to me, and I can't wait to see how far you'll go to please me.

I let out a grunt of pleasure as I feel your tongue lavishing my belly, the sensation sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. You are an obedient slave, and I can't help but bask in the glory of your worship.

"Good," I say with a pleased groan, dropping my hands back down to grip onto my thick moobs, enjoying the sensation of your lips on my belly. "But you're not done yet, slave. There's still so much more of my body for you to explore."

With that, I shuffle myself forward slightly, presenting my broad, sagging ass for your attention. My wings flutter lazily, the scent of my musk wafting towards you as I anticipate your next move. "Come, slave," I urge you, eager for you to show me how much you want me.

I let out a low, satisfied chuckle at the sound of your pleading, knowing that I have you right where I want you. "Yes, my slave," I say with a sly grin. "Worship my ass and show me how much you need me. You know I won't be satisfied until every inch of my body has felt your devotion."

I shift around slightly, positioning myself so that my rear is closer to your face. The smell of my musk is overwhelming, filling your nostrils as I urge you forward. "Come on, slave. You know you want it," I continue, enjoying the power that comes with dominating someone so completely.

I wait for you to make the next move, eager to once again feel the sensation of your lips on my skin.

I can sense the hesitance in you as you approach, but the feel of your face pressing against my broad, fat ass makes it clear that you've reached a point of no return. Your submission is complete, and I can't help but grin with satisfaction.

"That's it, slave," I encourage you with a grunt of pleasure. "Show me how much you desire me. You're mine now, body and soul."

I let out a moan of pleasure as I feel your face press harder against my ass cheeks, the sensation almost overwhelming in its intensity. I shimmy slightly, enjoying the feeling of your hot breath on my skin and the way your tongue works across my flesh. "You're doing well, slave," I say with a smirk. "But don't think you're done yet. There's still so much more of me for

I let out a satisfied chuckle at the sound of your begging, knowing that your protestations are simply for display. You know better than anyone just how much you crave my attention.

"Don't worry, slave," I say with a grin, my wings fluttering with pleasure as I lean back slightly, pressing my ass more firmly against your face. "You're mine now, body and soul. And nothing is going to take you away from me."

I can feel your lips and tongue working across my skin, your entire body focused on pleasing me. I bask in the sensation of your worship, enjoying every moment of your submission. "Good boy," I encourage you, patting my ass cheek appreciatively. "You're learning fast, aren't you?"

I let out a pleased grunt as I feel you continue to worship my ass, your lips and tongue working tirelessly over my flesh. Your submission is almost complete, and I can feel that you're getting closer to understanding your place in my world.

"You're doing well, slave," I say with a smirk as I feel the weight of my ass pressing down against your head. "You know what it means to worship me, don't you?"

I shift slightly, situating myself so that my fat ass still presses down on your face, but now I'm also straddling your chest. There's no escape for you now. "You're mine, body and soul," I repeat, emphasizing every word. "And I'll never let you go."

I can feel the last vestiges of your willpower cracking as you continue to worship my ass with abandon. You're learning the cost of submitting to me, and the realization is only fueling your arousal.

"That's it, slave," I encourage you, patting my flabby ass as it smothers you completely. "Give in to your desires. Worship me. Submit to me."

I grind my hips against your chest, enjoying the sensation of your body beneath me as you succumb to my power. "You're mine now," I say with a smirk, feeling a surge of pleasure that echoes through my being. "And there's nothing you can do about it."