The Huntsman smirked as he watched her struggle on his fingers, "I was going to just give you to the hounds next, but I will make you an offer.  Use your muzzle and throat to please me and I will remove that ring before we leave and travel for the courts, deal?" he draws his fingers back and Thunra swallowed uncomfortably, squirming in place in discomfort, her insides burning past her ability to tolerate with the need to relieve herself her hips flexing as she pushed, and only succeeded in getting a little dribble from her tip, her vent, and out of her still gaping tailhole.

Thunra remembered those spikes ravaging within her and shuddered, ears flikcing back as she looked to the Huntsman's pants but she nodded, whispering, "Deal…"  rolling a little until her hypersensitive cock brushed against the snow and she let you a little hiss, drawing her head up.  

The Huntsman looked pleased and lifted his tunic again unbuttoning his leather trousers and freeing his turgid length, tip already dripping precum, "I'll even help," he offered as he grabbed one of Thunra's horns an dragged her muzzle down to press her nose against the base of his cock so she could see the sharp studs pierced through the nearly foot of his length.  She shuddered and breathed in his scent, and it was fairly pleasant, arousing musk and leather and berries.

Thunra slipped her tongue from her muzzle to lick at the base of him, looking up at his face as he closed his eyes in pleasure.  She lifted her muzzle slowly, up to the tip of him, sliding her tongue along him, then across the precum, tasting him, and again he didn't taste like she thought, it wasn't disgusting, a little salty, but also sweet.  After all the violation of her cock, she slipped her slender tongue after that taste, into his urethra and down, drawing a heated groan from the Huntsman as she moved her muzzle around the tip of him.

Feeling her muzzle around him now, he used his grip on her horn and dragged her muzzle down on him, sending her tongue plunging down deep into him, and he seemed to love that, and she pushed her tongue as far as it would go as he rocked her head up and down, until she reached a barrier and pushed through, making the Huntsman's body clench for a moment, pulling her head down firmly until he was at the back of her throat.

"Oooh you'll have to learn to be careful how deep you go, seal your lips around me and brace yourself, I want you to swallow every drop that you can, or I will have to punish you further.  Now draw your tongue out, all the way," The Huntsman growled at her.  Thunra laid her ears back, sealing her lips around him, the tip of her  tongue tasting horridly /bitter/, and drawing her tongue all the way out of him.

What chased her tongue and flooded her muzzle was eyewateringly bitter, and she realized he was pissing into her muzzle, and wanted her to swallow it!  she choked a little on it, it stung her throat as she swallowed that bitter draught, feeling its leaden heat hit her stomach, but she swallowed as fast as she could, cheek burning in humiliation and her stomach roiling in disgust, but his grip on her horn never wavered, making her drink him down until every last drop had spilled between her lips and was swallowed ddown.

"Good girl, now lick the outside, suckle at me, taste and lick all of me," The Huntsman told her, starting to move her muzzle, bobbing the young dragoness's head along his length, tip pressing against then back of her throat, teasing her gag reflex and making her choke on him but drawing back quickly at first, the bitter taste being replaced as sweeter precum started to cover her tongue again as she licked him, suckling, dragging her tongue again and again over his tip when she could.

He teased her there for several minutes, pressing longer, a little deeper every time to get her used to gagging and choking on him, but eventually he had enough of playing nice, and grabbed both of her horns and shoved her muzzle down roughly, all the way to the root.  Thunra's eyes watered as he pushed past her gag, her body  heavily and writhing as the spikes of his jacob's ladder ripped at her throat painfully and she couldn't help choking and gagging on him.

He held her down still for a long count before pulling her up, Thunra making a pained gasp before he shoved her head down again.  She sealed her lips around the base of his cock even as he started to thrust deep and hard.  She was sure her throat was going to be shredded as tears ran from her eyes and drool slipped from her muzzle as she gagged and choked on him until her head was spinning from lack of air, and still he pounded down her throat.

Darkness started to eat at the edge of her vision before he made one last thrust, pushing down her throat as far as he could, his cock twitching and throbbing as he spilled his seed down her throat for long seconds before drawing back enough  to let the rest of his seed spill across her tongue and fill her muzzle as she took a shuddering gasp and started coughing, coughing up cum flecked with blood, making her wince, but she didn't draw her muzzle away, instead once she calmed down she wrapped her muzzle around him again, and started to gently suckle and lick, swallowing with a wince to drink down the cum that pooled in her muzzle.

The Huntsman chuckled and shuddered as Thunra continued to work on him, keeping her muzzle full as she attended his now sensitive cock gently, stroking her head, "Good girl, I may come find you in the courts to use you often.  These spikes will seem like a minor thing to you in time, you might even remember them fondly."  He let her nurse a minute longer before taking one of her horns and drawing her head back off of him, rising and tucking himself away, buttoning up again.  

With a gesture of his hand, the snow beneath her slid away, leaving her  on the ground  where she rolled unsteadily to her feet.  The Huntsman gave a sharp whistle, and pointed at her as the hounds all perked up, "Take your pleasures from her, you have until sundown, then we will ride."  Thunra looked up at the sky, it seemed barely noon.  She let out a little whine as the hounds circled and closed in on her already aching and abused body, coughing again.

It was going to be a long day.
