Kinky Temptation

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”What did you say?”

Lyssandra asked as she walked closer, her steps slow and steady.

”W-wait! W-we can talk about this!”

the Lightning Wolf stammered, its voice now filled with palpable fear and shaking.

”No you are a dog now!”

CRACK!

SNAP!

WHIP—CRACK!

The sound of a whip, materialized from Lyssandra’s hand by her will, crackled loudly inside the stillness of the cage.

She held a cruel, seductive smile on her face, her eyes dancing with malice and dominance.

”Bad dog will be punished!”

”No! Don’t! I’m not a dog!!!”

the Lightning Wolf shouted, trying desperately to back away from the threat.

But the cage was limited in space, offering nowhere left to retreat as its back finally touched the edge of the enclosure.

The beast looked utterly terrified, its jagged lightning markings flickering wildly across its body in rhythm with its panic.

Its red eyes, usually glowing with a calm predatory intelligence, were now wide with primal fear, trembling as they darted around the small room.

THWACK!

Yelp!

SWISH—CRACK!

It whined and whimpered, its body arching in pain as the whip struck its skin.

WHIP—WHIP—CRACK!

Then came another yelp, high-pitched and broken, as the leather lashes cut through the air.

The crackling sounds of the whip resounded many times throughout the small cage for almost half an hour, filling the air with static.

Then.

It was finally done. No more whimpering sounds echoed. No more whipping sounds.

Silence returned to the wooden structure, heavy and thick.

”Hey, are you still alive?”

Lyssandra asked, using her heel to poke and shake the Lightning Wolf on the floor.

A weak whining sound finally drifted from its snout, barely audible.

”Good. Now, are you going to listen?”

she asked with a cold gaze.

The Lightning Wolf slowly nodded its head, though it was still lying on its side like a beaten to dead dog, trembling in exhaustion.

”Then drink this.”

Lyssandra squatted down, and a glowing healing potion materialized on her palm, the liquid swirling with energy.

She uncorked the small vial and carefully poured the content deep inside the Lightning Wolf’s mouth, forcing it to swallow the bitter liquid to heal its wounds.

The lash marks on its body quickly faded, healing in seconds under the potent magic, though faint red scars remained.

These scars served as a testament to the resilience of the beast and the punishment it endured.

Its dulled eyes opened wide, now filled with a sudden, frantic spark of life as the pain vanished.

There was no more pain, no more beating, and no more whipping for it.

Then, the first thing hitting its vision was the crotch of the female, positioned directly above it.

The scent and odor of her arousal suddenly stimulated its brain, causing its crimson penis to rise up and twitch.

”Oh! What is this?”

Lyssandra purred, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the wolf was getting hard despite its fear.

”Do you like what you see?”

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