Encouraged by Eltaib's approving grunt, Solia redoubled her efforts, suckling vigorously on his rigid member while working feverishly to release it from its restrictive garment. The feel of warm saliva and hot breath enveloping him sent waves of sensual delight coursing through his transformed body, heightening his arousal to previously unknown levels. He groaned deeply, unable to resist the woman's skilled ministrations, his hands instinctively finding purchase on her voluptuous ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging them lovingly. As one final button popped open, liberating his monstrous cock fully from its confines, Solia broke away from her task briefly, panting heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly underneath her nearly transparent tunic. Gazing up at Eltaib with eyes filled with desire and reverence, she whispered huskily, "Oh, master, please, let me serve you…"

Without further hesitation, Solia obediently stepped forward, kneeling gracefully before Eltaib's imposing form. Reaching out tentatively, her trembling hand brushed lightly across the head of his throbbing member, relishing the way it twitched responsively beneath her touch. Slowly, methodically, she began to stroke him rhythmically, her soft moans of ecstasy mixing harmoniously with each powerful thud of his heartbeats resonating throughout the room. The sight of her supple body bowed humbly in worship, her large breasts bouncing enticing rhythms along with each stroking motion, was almost enough to send Eltaib spiraling over the edge right then and there. But he fought against the growing urge, savoring instead the feeling of absolute control he had over this willing, submissive creature who worshipped him so fervently. Instead, he lowered his massive frame onto the altar behind him, spreading his legs wide invitingly. "Come, my little whore," he growled seductively. "Show me how much you crave my seed inside you."

Like a well-trained puppy eagerly anticipating its treat, Solia immediately understood what Eltaib desired of her. Quickly shedding the last remnants of her already threadbare dignity, she crawled between his muscular thighs, positioning herself directly below the engorged head of his erection. Raising her gaze once again toward him, eyes pleading with unspoken desperation, she slowly opened her wet, swollen lips, gently encasing the head of his cock within her velvety cavern. Gripping tightly onto the altar table for support, she started to sink deeper, taking incremental, agonizingly slow inches of thick, pulsing meat into her stretched, yearning throat. Each new centimeter brought fresh wave after wave of exquisite pain and bliss crashing through her system, fueling her insatiable hunger for more. Sweat trickles down her forehead, matting her hair to her scalp as she continues her steady descent, her entire being consumed by the primal need to satisfy both hers and Eltaib's darkest desires.

"Ahhh!" cried Solia, her voice barely audible above the sounds of her own heavy breathing and the loud slurping noise emanating from deep within her throat. Her face contorted in pure pleasure as another inch of Eltaib's colossal member slipped past her tight ring of muscles. Bracing herself against the cold stone floor, she looked up at him adoringly, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "Yes… oh yes! Master Eltaib, your horse form is everything I ever wanted and more! Please, don't ever change back!" she begged breathlessly. And truly, every fiber of her being thrilled at the thought of continuing to serve her new lord and master in this manner forevermore.

As if sensing the desire written plainly upon Eltaib's features, Solia redoubled her efforts, sucking harder and faster now, her tongue flickering outward teasingly to lick away any remaining drops of precious fluids left behind on his impressive shaft. The scent of sweaty equine musk mixed with the sweet tang of female arousal filled the air around them, heightening their shared sense of depravity. Reaching one delicate hand cautiously towards Eltai's looming groin area, she carefully grazed her fingers through the curtain of wiry hair surrounding his immense testicles, massaging them tenderly while maintaining her firm hold on his rigid member. "Please, let me prove myself worthy of your trust and affection," she panted between ragged gasps for air.

With renewed determination coursing through her veins, Solia intensified her ministrations, bobbing her head rhythmically up and down Eltaib's towering phallus, each powerful thrust causing her to choke and gag before she could forcefully draw even more of it back into her gaping maw. Sounds of moans and grunts reverberated throughout the otherwise silent stable, echoing off the hard wooden walls and rustling haystacks. The heat building inside her was becoming almost too much to bear; her body ached with wanton desire, yearning for release, yet she refused to relent, determined to please her new master until he finally granted her the most basic of human needs - orgasmic relief.

"Oh Goddess above, grant me strength!" Solia prayed silently, her mind clouded by lust and desperation. As Eltaib's warning cry rang through her skull, she felt a wave of panicked excitement wash over her. This moment had been so long coming, and she would savor every single drop of his potent seed when it finally spurted forth. And then, without further ado, Eltaib's mighty equine cock exploded, spewing thick streams of hot, sticky liquid directly into the waiting depths of her eager mouth. Unprepared for the intensity of the eruption, Solia choked violently, her nose filling rapidly with the rich, earthy flavor of fresh equine ejaculate. But still she continued, swallowing frantically, her hands working feverishly to milk every last drop of Eltaib's divine nectar from his spent organ.