Mephistophelily
Crazy is...
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Her eyes fluttered back slightly as her Master's teeth left her, the trail of her pwn vital fluid running down her neck as he spoke into her ear, a wet mark of her own blood lingering against the shell of it. A thin smile came to her lips, staring off beyond his chair as he agrees to meet her wishes. "Thank you, sir," she breathed out, sliding back a bit as he worked off his suit's bottoms quickly, his pet snapping out of it enough to offer assistance.
He rested against her, reminding her on how much he owned her. No entry until he allowed. The feel of him nestled against her, rubbing along her slick lips, pushing against her throbbing clit- but she would not try. Not without his word.
She tried so hard to keep to that, especially with the eyes now upon them. Dinner theater. The Master and his toy.
Still, perfectly still, trying hard to not even let there be a falter in her breath- until...
... He said it. His permission. Show why she was his, and what they could not have.
She cried out as he reclaimed her flesh, grasping onto the back of her Master's chair tightly with both hands, thrusting herself down upon his rigid length. Her hips twisted and writhed, burying her Master deeply inside her. Her knees still planted along his sides, his mouth feeding so ravenously from her- she stared off into the room's corners once more, gasping into his ear as her head fell to the side. Painful and amazing. His teeth could kill her if he wished, he had proven this before. He could fuck her into utter exhaustion, also proven before. Bete's mouth hung open slightly as she used the back of the chair as leverage, rising and falling, thrusting downward upon him.
"I am but my Master's doll, so blessed to be given his attentions...," She groaned, a quick sharp gasp coming through once more. "For him to taste, for him to use- I- AH! Mmmaster-" She whimpered out, trying to regain herself as she worked down upon him, the stare into the corner now almost a pained squint. "I am my Master's little slut, his alone t-to...control... I... guh- I am his sheep, his lamb... his pet... His Kine, I... Master, please, it feels too good, you're inside me so far, I feel everything, everything-" Those added words were whimpered, a pleading hoarse whisper choked out into his ear as he fed. Dizzy, lost to both the blood he took, the feel of him inside her. She was shuddering, an unstoppable shiver atop him as she continued to ride against her Master. "I am a vessel for my Master, to take and to fill as he pleases!" She nearly screamed it out, clutching the chair even tighter, her pale fingers becoming whiter still.
He rested against her, reminding her on how much he owned her. No entry until he allowed. The feel of him nestled against her, rubbing along her slick lips, pushing against her throbbing clit- but she would not try. Not without his word.
She tried so hard to keep to that, especially with the eyes now upon them. Dinner theater. The Master and his toy.
Still, perfectly still, trying hard to not even let there be a falter in her breath- until...
... He said it. His permission. Show why she was his, and what they could not have.
She cried out as he reclaimed her flesh, grasping onto the back of her Master's chair tightly with both hands, thrusting herself down upon his rigid length. Her hips twisted and writhed, burying her Master deeply inside her. Her knees still planted along his sides, his mouth feeding so ravenously from her- she stared off into the room's corners once more, gasping into his ear as her head fell to the side. Painful and amazing. His teeth could kill her if he wished, he had proven this before. He could fuck her into utter exhaustion, also proven before. Bete's mouth hung open slightly as she used the back of the chair as leverage, rising and falling, thrusting downward upon him.
"I am but my Master's doll, so blessed to be given his attentions...," She groaned, a quick sharp gasp coming through once more. "For him to taste, for him to use- I- AH! Mmmaster-" She whimpered out, trying to regain herself as she worked down upon him, the stare into the corner now almost a pained squint. "I am my Master's little slut, his alone t-to...control... I... guh- I am his sheep, his lamb... his pet... His Kine, I... Master, please, it feels too good, you're inside me so far, I feel everything, everything-" Those added words were whimpered, a pleading hoarse whisper choked out into his ear as he fed. Dizzy, lost to both the blood he took, the feel of him inside her. She was shuddering, an unstoppable shiver atop him as she continued to ride against her Master. "I am a vessel for my Master, to take and to fill as he pleases!" She nearly screamed it out, clutching the chair even tighter, her pale fingers becoming whiter still.