Palavi's Peril 6 (Patreon)

After he finally ceased his onslaught of thrusts, he pet the girl like a cat pets a mouse. They were alone in the jungle at night, the canopy gently wooshing in the cool breeze. The sounds of small bugs chirping and night owls hooing were soft on the air. It would have been a very quiet night if it weren't for Palavi's girlish objections and cries for help along with Otho's laughs of pleasure. 

He marveled at the little treat he held in his grasp like a toy. Grabbing her perfect breasts over and over again. Letting them bounce and jiggle with every humiliating advance he made over her. He held her legs tightly together and thrust her hips high into the air. Bending her tushy to display like a bouquet of flowers. 

Even after so much indulgence with her throat and vagina, he could not help but grope and squeeze the little play thing. Palavi was so terribly helpless and had no bargaining chips to speak of. All she could do was hope the softness of her genitals were enough to keep Otho occupied until a search party could find her. She cursed the forest demon for his appetite and scorned him for his gluttonous obsession for her perfect flesh. But she also tried to keep his perverted cravings going. If she could keep him interested in her as a sex toy instead of dinner, then she might have a chance.

She resisted in word but not in action as she leaned into his groping vines with seduction. She assisted any boob jiggle from gravity with extra bounces from her own skillful movements. Turning subtle agitations into hypnotic dances until the meat on her bones waved like the energy of the ocean. It was all a princess could do for the hope of rescue.