“Wake up, my Trista.” the master said to his sleeping wolf pet.

She opened her green eyes, turning her head towards her master’s voice. She was still lying on her pillow at the foot of her master’s bed, her soft cream colored fur accenting the blue fabric under her. She wore no clothing as usual, only a decorative gold and silver collar, earrings and ankle bracelets. Her tail swayed slightly over her hip, seeing her master.

He was a gorgeous silver scaled dragon. His aqua blue underbelly and folds setting them off beautifully, all shimmered and glistened. His deep amber eyes looked down upon his favorite slave. Trista loved her master; he was always kind and loving to her. He treated her best. Her master sat in his bed, the soft sheets draped over his lower body. The sight of his muscled arms and chest enough to excite her anyway.

“Come pet, its bath time.” her master said, getting up from his bed.

Trista obeyed without complaint, she loved bath time with her master. Her master walked into the bathing hall joined to his room. Trista knelt next to the tub as her master got in. She watched her master’s well built and muscled body lower into the water, a slight smile catching the corners of her mouth. He looked at her purring as he relaxed back in front of her.

“Massage me, pet.” he ordered simply, smiling kindly at her.

Trista obeyed gladly, wrapping her hands around and squeezing her master’s broad shoulders. He growled pleasingly at her, placing his arms on the edge of the tub relaxing more. Trista squeezed and rubbed his shoulders, the feeling of his muscles making her sex begin to wetten. She lowered her head against his, breathing in the scent of his hair. His thick male scent always aroused her, made her feel alive and wild.

“Get in here with me pet. Sit on my lap like a good girl.” her master said.

Trista does as ordered and lowers into the water slowly, watching and feeling her master’s eyes travel over her slim hourglass figure. She wades over to him, the water just deep enough to lap around her luscious hips. She lowers into his lap, her waist pressing into his as she gives him a soft whine. Her tail wags happily as he pets her head, running his fingers through her long soft hair. She nuzzled her master’s neck, smiling brightly.

“Who’s my good girl?” he asked her playfully, scratching behind her ear.

Trista yipped happily, licking his snout. Her master stroked her back as she sat in his lap. His sharp well filed claws, scrapping down her spine. Trista shuddered under his touch, whimpering slightly. Her master smiled at her, dragging his claws over her ass.

“Is my pet wanting? Does she want her master?” he purred, squeezing her ass.

Trista whined arching up against him, her body reacting to his touch. He grinded up against her, his smooth scales sliding against her hot sex. She whined licking his snout wanting, her breathing harder and faster now. She rolled her hips back against his, feeling his cock press from his sheath.

She whined at the feeling of his malehood. She loved every eleven inches of her master’s smooth skinned cock. The sharp pointed head that speared her cervix with every hard thrust down to the thick girth of his base that stretched her wide when he hilted her. His underside lined with small hard nubs like the teeth of a saw running from his base to his head. Trista grinded up against him more forcefully, gripping his shoulders in her grasp. His nubs slid against her sex, teasing and stimulating her clit. Her body shuddered as soft moans and whines escaped her throat.

“There’s a good girl. Beg for your master.” he said, squeezing her ass tightly.

Trista whimpered kneading harder into his cock. Her master suddenly gripped her hips and lifted her up off him. She whined loudly in complaint but allowed him to move her. He slid out from under her and pushed her up onto the floor next to the tub. Trista looked over her shoulder at her master, his tail wagging slinging water from it. Her master’s rubbing her sex, making her moan as she lowered the front of her body to the floor. He spread her slit, leaning down so his hot breathe bathed over her dripping sex. He gave her sex a long deep lick, making her squirm and whine.

“Tasty as always pet.” he purred, giving her clit a kiss.

Trista whined, rolling her hips back against his snout. He pushed his tongue deep into her sex, the warmth making her whine as he swirled and circled it over her loins. Her tongue lulled from the side of her muzzle, her eyes half opened in lust. Her master gave her ass a gentle squeeze making her arch in enjoyment. He growled as he licked her poking a finger against her tail hole. Trista moaned bucking her hips as he pushed it past the ring of her tail hole. His claw dragged and teased her insides. She began to buck her hips in rapid succession, feeling her first orgasm building rapidly.

“Getting close puppy?” he purred, sitting up a little more behind her.

He moved his head away, sitting on the edge of the tub. She gasped and trembled her legs almost giving out as he drilled two of his fingers into her sex. She whined hearing her sex squish and slurp as he pushed his thick digits in and out of her sex. Her master purred, spreading his fingers. Trista howled, crashing over the edge. Her sex gushed a stream of girl juices squirting onto the tiles of the floor. Her body shuddered and quivered as he edged her orgasm on by pulling his finger out and pinching her clit between his claws, twisting it slightly. Trista bucked wildly, her orgasm finally ending leaving her panting and rasping for breathe.

Her master moved behind her, gripping her tail in his right hand. Heavy beads of pre oozed from his head, making his cock glisten. Trista whined, raising her hips higher begging for him to penetrate her. He pressed against her sex, grinding his underside up against her sex. Trista bucked feeling the thick warmth of his malehood press against her.

“That’s it my pet, you want your master don’t you?” he teased, his free hand giving her ass a slap.

Trista gasped and whined, her ass giggling under the blow. He slapped her ass again and again, her skin feeling warm under the hits. She whined and moaned looking back at her master, her sex dripping her sweet nectar down his cock. He stopped slapping her ass and gripped the base of his cock.

“Ready for you master, pet?” he asked, guiding his head against her slit.

Trista whined nodding her head rapidly, pawing at the floor. Her eyes grew wide and she screamed as he speared into her, half of his length burying into her. Her master growled gripping her hip with his hand, thrusting his remaining length into her. Her sex squished as he hilted, thick streams of her juices running over her master’s balls and down her legs. He pulled back, her sex leaving long thick strands of wetness linked to his base and hips. He slammed forward again, her body shuddering under the force as she screamed louder this time.

“That’s a good girl, take your master. You’re such a good little bitch.” he growled, ramming her again.

Trista gripped at the floor, her breathing rapid and deep. Her master leaned over her biting the back of her neck, one of his hands trailing up her side and groped one of her breasts. She placed one of her arms back around his neck, whimpering submissively. Her master groaned deeply, increasing his pace. Her sex squished and slurped loudly, her loins growing wetter and wetter with each of his hard thrusts. Her body shuddered and trembled as he speared into her cervix with each deep thrust. Trista orgasmed hard again and again, juices soaking him as she splattering his waist.

Her master’s thrusts grew rapid and abrupt, his climax close. Trista clenched and tightened on his cock, feeling it pulsate and throb against her loins. Her master roared loudly, his wings flaring out as he climaxed. Her loins were flooded with his hot thick seed. It geysered against her cervix, making her body tremble and buck wildly. He master held her firmly in place a she filled her, though she wouldn’t have pulled away if he let her.

“That’s a good girl, you love your master’s cum don’t you?” he purred, licking her neck.

He withdrew from her body, a deep slurp accompanying it. A heavy glob of his cum fell to the floor from her filled loins. Trista moaned reaching back and rubbing her sex. She looked back at her master, panting and smiling. He sat behind her smiling back, his cock glistening with his and her sex juices.

“Clean me up my pet.” he purred, relaxing back on his arms.

Trista turned and gripped his base, a small whimper feeling the girth that had been pleasing her only moments ago. She gave the underside a long, appreciative lick thanking her master for her multiple orgasms. She licked down onto her master’s still cum swollen balls. She licked and slurped her juices from them, taking each in her mouth once or twice. Her master purred and growled, resting a hand on her head petting her head. Trista looked up at him with her deep green eyes as she moved back up to his tip, gripping the base. Her master smiled at her, stroking her ears.

“Go ahead my pet, you may do what you wish.” he purred.

Trista smiled and wrapped her mouth around his tip, swirling he tongue around the pointed head. Her master growled pleasingly, gripping her hair. She pushed her maw down over half his length, her sex juices and his cum on his cock making her “mmmm” around him. She looked up at him with half open eyes, her arousal growing again. Her master took notice and slipped the tip of his tail into her sex. Trista moaned reaching down and stroked her sex as she continued to suckle him, feeling how his tail spread her. He began to swirl the tip of tail within her as she began to bob her head on his length, pushing herself down till she gagged.

“Mmmm…good girl, Trista. That’s my good bitch.” her master purred.

Trista slid her hand from his base to his balls, pushing herself down till her nose pressed against his waist. She moaned as he pushed his tail deeper, the feeling of his cock pushed down her throat adding to her enjoyment. She rolled his balls in her palm giving them a gentle squeeze occasionally.

“Oh good girl….”her master groaned, she felt the globs of pre flowing down her throat.

Trista moaned rubbing her clit between her fingers, another orgasm building. Her master swirled his tail pushing more into her. She moaned, her teeth pressing against his skin as she did. She orgasmed again, hot juices splashing around her master’s tail pooling on the floor between her legs.

Her master gripped her hair, pulling her mouth off him. She gave a complaining whine, strands of her saliva dropping from his cock. He reached down and gripped his base, squeezing and slowly whacking himself.

Trista whimpered, giving his tip a lick as it oozed more pre. Her master groaned, a hard jet of hot cum splashing her face. She moaned licking and opening her mouth, jet after jet of her master’s cum spilling onto her. Cum leaked from the corners of her mouth, streaming down her neck and over her breasts.

Her master withdrew his tail and stood up a she finished releasing. Trista remained knelt before him, looking up at him with her cum covered face. The streams of cum making their way slowly down her body. Her master smiled at his obedient slave, her tail swaying behind her as she looked up at him.

“Such a good pet, now clean yourself up. It’s almost time for breakfast…” he purred, walking out of the room.

Trista smiled as she licked her muzzle, dipping two fingers into her sex. How she loved being a dirty sex slave.