Succubus Queen IC (Open)

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IC: Andaric Tekkarres:

Andaric lay curled up in a fetal position trying to sleep. He was curled up because he was in the middle of a white circle of magic runes and incantations inlaid directly into the fine marble flooring around him providing no room for him to stretch out. He couldn’t cross the circle any more than he could pass his hand through a wall. This circle confined him better than shackles and walls ever could. It lacked the inner ring to summon a demon but the outer ring worked to constrain anyone within demon or mortal.

He supposed Sheena found imprisoning him in this circle ironic. She had laughed as she had told him how she knew the circle of confinement well considering how many times she had been trapped inside similar ones when other foolish mages such as himself had summoned her for a fuck. She talked about how she always inevitably found mistakes and exploited them as she had done to him.

Not that he had made it hard for her. Looking at the flawless circle he could see the many obvious mistakes he had put in with his foolish haste for hot demon sex. His had a line straight where it should be slightly crooked. His had had a rune missing. His had had another in the wrong place. A spell to restrain a demon had to be exact or it would be as effective as a leaking bucket-as she had demonstrated when she easily broke free of his a hundred years before.

He was in the large chamber that had once been the Royal banquet hall. Now Asaria’s new Queen had repurposed it. It was still a banquet hall, but no longer for the enjoyment of food-at least not food for anyone but her. The wall behind him was lined with shackles. POWs, common criminals, and other captives would be chained up there in what Sheena called her buffet line.
To his right there were large windows showing the city of Asaria still awake in the night. To the left were walls where whips and toys hung lavishly adorned in jewels, precious metals, and the most exquisite of materials. Some had been enchanted. There was one whip that drew blood even when she gently brushed it against him. Another burned, and another froze whatever they touched.

Where long tables for feeding courtiers and guests of the palace once were now there were machines of torture brought up from the dungeons. There was several stocks benches and crosses to hang someone on. There were several racks-some vertical, some inclined some horizontal, and a bed of needles. When she was of a mood she sometimes liked to ride a man hard listening to their screams as the large sharp needles pierced them further and further. Beyond those was a large brass tub heated from below. And there was a huge bed capable of comfortably holding as many as six from one side to another. It was loaded with pillows and cushions and several of the palace staff working hard to unchain and remove Sheena’s leftovers before she returned. One she had taken all his vital energy and now he was only a dried up withered husk. Another she had left with just a sliver. Apparently she had judged him to be a keeper. She hadn’t gotten to the girl when she had been interrupted by reports from the front in Caramore.

The Servants carried the dead husk away to burn with the others and the comatose one would be carried back to his dungeon cell. After a week’s feeding and care his vitality would return and he’d go back onto the Queen’s buffet line. The girl would remain chained where Sheena left her in case she was still hungry after the messenger finished his report to her.

They didn’t speak or even look to Andaric . They were too afraid to. When he first got here the staff had talked to him, one had even befriended him until Sheena found out. She had christened the bed of nails with him forcing Andaric to watch. It had taken hours for his colleagues in the palace staff to clean him off the nails.

He lay there waiting for his demon, his tormentor to return.

Sheena Velinaari

Sheena slowly stroked the messenger's cock, her soft hand almost like a warm pussy around his length as he tried to relay the message. Military messenger's were quite sought after jobs since she had come to power simply for the reason they got such close contact with their leader without the risk of getting your soul completely devoured.

"M-mistress...the...the front lines...have advanced to the capital...the...the seige is starting soon..." he managed to gasp.

Sheena grinned like a cat that just got a plate of milk. She jerked faster and faster until he came, shooting his load onto her breasts, the white and blue contrasting strangely. She let her long tongue lash out to lick stray cum from his tip and then moved to her chest as she also savoured the bit of his soul and life force she had taken. He bowed and quickly left after fixing his clothes.

Sheena returned to the young girl she had been about to feast on, casting Andaric a hateful glance before moving over her and letting her tail's tip begin to rub against her moistening slit.

Andarric Tekkarres

"I...I need help," The young girl chained to the large bed said tugging on her chains. She turned her head to glare at Andarric, "Hey did you hear me? Help me outta these before she comes back?"

Andarric sat up and looked at her. She was a short and skinny slip of a girl just past her teens most likely. She was trembling, and her voice had the high pitch tone of someone on the verge of panicking.

He sighed, "I don't have the key."

"You can still pry the shackles open right?"

"I can't leave this circle."

"What?"

"Magic circle," He said gesturing to the circle of glyphs arrayed on the floor around him, "works like a cage except no bars."

"Who are you," She asked lowering her head to stare up at the ceiling, "The whole time she kept looking over at you when that man just stopped dead and shriveled up like a raisin...," She rocked her hips or tried to as much as her chained and splayed legs allowed, "...She was looking at you when it happened, like she wanted him to be you?"

"It has been me," He said sadly, "We have history."

"What," She asked huffing as if short of breath.

"It's a long story."

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon." She arched her back lifting her small breast and puckered nipples up into the air. He could smell the girl's flowing pussy juices in the air. He could see a freshly wet spot growing on the crimson bedsheet beneath her.

"She's coming back," He told her quickly, "Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. It'll go easier on you if you just forget I'm here, understand?"

"What?"

But it was too late In came Sheena Velinaari, Succubus Queen of Asaria. She cast him a spiteful glare as she sauntered over to the bed climbed atop the girl placing the pahllic tip of her tail against the girl's cunt even as she arched her back for more.

Andaric hoped for the girl's sake Sheena did not suspect that they had been speaking to one another. She was always harder on those that were even acquantances of his.

Callendra of Lenneskia

Callendra's eye stung whenthe Queen entered. She was beutifull but the very sight of her filled Callenrda with dream as she struggled againt the unyeilding chains. She recited an old prayer to the goddess of light for protection. As the queen got closer step by step a feeling she couldn't describe washed over her. The tip of the Queen long tail touched she moaned and arched her back wanting the Queen to touch her.

"Thank you oh thank you my lady." she groaned with out thinking, her nipples stiffening painfully fast.

When the agents of the Royal House of Procurement had come for Callendra he father had told her that it was a great honor to serve the queen, now she knew why.

The Queens oddley shaped tail move slowly over, teaseingly, over Callendra's sex. She struggled and writhed wanting more.

Haylin simply stared at her bound hands as the man tugged on the rope, her feet doing their best to keep up with the pace made by the guards around her. Did they think she was some terrible threat, to look at her in such a way? She had no intentions on attacking anyone. All she wanted was to keep from crying.

But the tears were there.
They streamed her cheeks.
They bathed her chin.

But no sound left her.

Another tug and her feet simply couldn't keep up, causing her to tumble onto her knees in the large room, Haylin sucking in a sharp breath to keep her silence. She tried not to think about this place, or the horrid images that these horrific men had placed in her mind of her beloved family and friends.

The blood.
They laughed at the blood.

One even had it on his sword, lining it and dripping upon his hands.

"A souviner, girl. You miss them? This came from your father. Would you like it? Let's make you pretty for the Queen.."
And his reddened fingers grasped her neck, pulling her to him as they rode in the wooden cart, running the side of the blade along her cheeks. "I want to see it run with your tears."

And it did.
Her pale skin had a red and pink hue from the trailing bloody tears, Haylin trying to make them stop.

Andaric Tekkarres

The poor girl was nearly frantic from equal parts lust and fear. Andaric knew it to be a potent and persuasive combination.

He forced himself to keep watching the young girl's ongoing ordeal as if he did not care. He was afraid if Sheena suspected there was any sort of connection she would use it to torment him again, and put the poor girl through a worse end than what she was probably getting now. If he could just convince her that he did not care what she did to the girl, she'd just take what she wanted from her quick and as pleasurably as possible before condemning the poor girl's soul to Hell.

Then the palace majordomo came in to the banquet hall. He quickly dropped to his knees and placed his forehead to the expensive black marble flooring. "Forgive the intrusion my Queen," He said remaining prostrate on the floor, "A contingent of soldiers from Caramore has just arrived at the palace bearing a gift from their latest victory. They have with them the last surviving member of House Anieres, Princess Haylin. They await your pleasure in the grand throneroom."

Sheena groaned, obviously she wasn't going to finish her meal any time soon. Sometimes being a queen had its downsides. She pushed the girl back against the bed and growled at a nearby guardsmen, "Take this one back to the dungeons! I'll deal with her later!"

SheEna then got up, a sheer robe forming around her body with black thong panties and a silver bodice to enhance her cleavage. She quickly followed the majordormo out of the dining halls, swaying her hips seductively. By the time they reached the throne room, the poor man guiding her was doubling over against the wall to soothe his aching muscle.

As Sheena walked by him, she pushed her aura slightly stronger and gave him release, gasping in pleasure as she devoured a small piece of him. She then walked over and sat down on her throne, resting her chin on her hand as she motioned to let the war procession in...

"Come on, girl," The guard growled, hauling Haylin back to her feet and leading her into the Queen's throne room. His tugs grew more earnest as she hesitated, shooting a glare back at her and giving a nod towards one of the other guards. Something sharp rested on her back, pushing her forward. As she peeked back, she saw the same soldier that had marked her face jabbing that reddened sword against her dress and a rather frightening smirk on his face.

"We can add yours to the mix if you like," he offered, still smiling.

She immediately looked back in front of her, shaking terribly as the guard with her rope reached the Queen's throne, dropping to his knees and resting his forehead against the floor. After noticing Haylin wasn't doing the same, he pulled hard on the line, making her drop to the floor in a far less graceful way than her handler.

"A prize of victory, Your Majesty," he called out grandly, raising his gaze enough to smile to his Queen. "The Princess of Caramore, the last of their Royal blood. Aside from that on Michen's blade," he added with a smirk, turning to gesture to the girl. "The people of Caramore were quick to surrender with their beloved King beheaded. That was saved for you as well, My Queen; it can be found with your arriving slaves. We kept her to our own wagon. We wanted to keep her... pure for you, My Lady." He paused with that, looking back to the Queen. "None of us have touched her. Yet we have not asked her-"

"Well?" The growled word came from the man behind her, the one referred to as Michen. "Tell her."

Haylin didn't understand. What did he want her to say? Tell her what?

She simply stared at the floor, shaking her head.

Sheena raised her head high as the princess came in, smirking to herself as she stood up. The soldiers did not notice her step down from her throne until she was just in front of them. It was then that Michen stood up and poked the princess with his bloodied sword, ordering her to tell if her virginity remained intact. The purity of the girl was obvious if she did not know what he meant and thus was unnecessary.

Sheena now stepped up in front of the timid girl, almost a full head taller than her. "Michen! Put down that damned sword! She is my victory prize and I will not have her damaged!" she hissed angrily.

Snapping the ropes with a swing of her muscular tail, Sheena wraps her hand around Haylin's waist and takes her away. This was her first war prize! She should savour it. So, instead of taking the meek girl to the dining halls, she brought the innocent woman into her royal bed chambers. "So, what do you think, girl? This is where you will stay for the rest of your pathetic life."

Kaplan Eppstem

Kaplan Eppstem, had served as her majesty's most loyal majordomo for three years, eversince his predecessor had been rewarded a single hour alone with the Queen. Poor old Vaston's heart hadn't been able to last five minutes, and the Queen hadn't even meant for him to die, or so the palace gossip had said.

So that meant Kaplan had been promoted to the head servant of her majesty's household. The one all the other servants envied for being close to their Queen as much as he was on a daily basis, and looked at him in bafflement when he expressed his ardent desire not to be anything else other than her servant.

Kaplan loved his Queen, though she rarely spoke to him more than giving orders. She did not need to for he worshipped her whether she noticed or not.

Perhaps someday she would reward him for an hour like she did Vaston. Until then he would have to content himself with visions of her like now as she rose up from the frantic girl atop the bed he had the finest workmen in Asaria repair for his Queen just last week.

A sheer robe appeared over those perfect curves leaving slits in back for those graceful wings to stretch out, below a corset formed holding up the breasts Kaplan dreamed of holding, worshipping as the works of perfection they were. Black silk panties formed over that portal to heaven before hell between her legs.

She followed him to the Throneroom Kaplan began to slow as a tent was growing within his trousers. He couldn't help it being near her was euphoric, nirvana. And, oh, the dreams that filled his imagination. His dick was rampant and rather insistent to being relieved as he lead her through the corridors of her palace.

Finally they reached the throne room and Kaplan hurried to open the door for her and make a regal bow but winding up with him doubling over agqainst the wall as his erection grew harder to the point of pain.

For a moment he could feel her eyes upon him and he came a long powerful ejaculation leaving a large dark wet spot on the front of his trousers. His vision blurred. His head swam. But that hardly mattered to Kaplan for he heard a small sigh of pleasure as she stepped through the door. She had rewarded with pleasure even deigned to take a peice small as it was of him. Eventhough Kaplan was nothing worthy of even her notice.

His Queen was generous and kind.

Though he still felt a little dizzy, he stood back upright, and tried to straighten his tunic. He did nothing about his soiled trousers. As far as Kaplan was concerned the cumstain was a badge of rewarded service.

He entered the throneroom discreetly walking over and behind his Queen's throne. He knelt on the little tiny cushion she allowed for him. She didn't notice him as was proper.

The Caramore Princess was threatened by her captors, but Kaplan's Queen in her infinite mercy stopped them and freed the girl of her bindings. They left heading for the Royal bedchambers.

Kaplan took the soldiers to the guestrooms in the east wing. He made certain two of his Queen's acolytes would come to entertain them as reward for their valiant service to Asaria. Then he swung by the kitchen collecting some cheese, bread, and a pitcher of water. Then he collected some damp cloths and headed towards the royal apartments. Discreetly he placed the tray of food in his Queen's waiting room and knelt on the cushion outside the door she had allowed him to have there.

The door was not closed all the way. Leaving a crack where he could see what was going on inside. Briefly he considered closing the door, but that action may make noise and distract his Queen, which would not be allowed to happed as long as Kaplan served her. So he knelt on his cushion awaiting any order she may voice, and watched the perfection that was Sheena Velinaari.

Kaplan Eppstem

Dang doulbe posts to hell.

Haylin winced as the Queen yelled at the man behind her, only to cry out in surprise as the binds of her wrists were slashed apart. She stared down at her reddened skin, raising her gaze to the Queen before her. There was an air about this woman that frightened her even more than her appearance, the demon's tail that had freed her being one such piece that scared her so.

She had called her 'her prize'.

Haylin was not a person in these people's eyes, was she? She was just the same as the items stolen from her people, from her kingdom, her father-

-Her father.

The man who had brought her here had said the King's head was a trophy as well.

This terrible thought remained on her mind, even as the Queen's hand rested on her waist, leading her from the chamber in a lost haze of her own making, the former princess looking to her captor with widened eyes as her fate was revealed.

The rest of her life.
In the Queen's bedroom?

She still didn't understand, but she did not like the way that sounded at all.

"You... You wish for me to be one of your servants?," she asked hesitantly.

"Of course not! You will be one of my delicacies, kept solely for my own pleasures. Now remove your dress, you're never going to need something like it again," Sheena said happily. Her own clothing, if you could call it that, vanished. "I wish you humans weren't so susceptible to slight temperature changes, I would totally remove clothing and make it a law if it weren't for that."

She relaxed on the bed, letting her tail's tip tease her pussy lips invitingly as she spread her legs. "Now come on over here and let's see if we can make you a bit more comforrrrtable," she said, rolling the "r".

"Delicacies?"
Haylin repeated the word back curiously, unsure what was meant by it.

The demand for her clothing to come off made her pale, immediately grabbing onto the low collar of her dress. "I will do no such thing!," She retorted in a hiss, horrified at the mere idea of it.

She watched as the demonic woman crawled up on the bed, her less than modest coverings seeming to just vanish into the air with her motions. "How did you..?," The princess started, only to gasp in shock as the Queen displayed herself fully. She looked away quickly, shaking her head. "Stop that! No! I-"

But her gaze refused to stay away.

Something about the Queen drover her eyes back to her, to watch the motions of that frightening tail.

Something that made the timid girl feel so strange, that drew her closer to the bed, bringing her own hands to the collar of her dress and pushing the fabric off them. The dress spilled down her form, laying at the side of the bed as she continued to look the woman before her over.

Something very peculiar.

Every thought that she had believed to be wrong, every image that she had convinced herself was bad, they all seemed brought to the front of her mind around this woman. "I shouldn't," she murmurred, hesitating at the bedside. "I shouldn't be listening to you..."

Sheena chuckled as she watched the effects of her aura take deep root in the foolish woman. As she lingered near the bedside, Sheena finally grew impatient and wrapped her tail around Haylin's right leg and pulled her! The poor girl stumbled and landed on top of Sheena, making the succubus smile.

"Don't be so uptight, with a body like your's, you would make an excellent succubus as well," Sheena said with a malicious grin, one of her hands squeezing Haylin's breasts! She was even so bold as to let her tail settle between Haylin's legs and to rub her unused pussy. "The reason you cannot resist me is because you want this, deep down. I give you humans what you desire most...pleasure." And with that, she pushed her tail two inches inside of the unsuspecting princess.

A surprised yelp left the younger woman as she was tripped onto the bed, her frightened yet curious eyes wide as she stared at the succubus Queen.

She said Haylin would be a good succubus. Was that a compliment?

The princess let out a sharp breath as the Queen's hands moved against her breasts, the noise turning into a weak cry as she felt something move between her legs; that tail! That frightening tail! Her body had never been touched in such a way before.

But it felt good.
But it shouldn't!

She reminded herself of that, closing her eyes tightly as the Queen taunted her again, shaking her head once more. "No- No I- I don't want-"

Before she could argue though her jagged breaths, halted with fear and confusion, this overwhelming senstation that ran through her, she felt the tail stir further. Its sudden push inside her made her cry out loudly, shocked by the feel if it entering, stretching her hole for the first time.

Her legs gave out.

She fell onto the Queen, another noise leaving her.
A moan. A moan from the feel of the Queen inside her.

Sheena couldn't help herself, she giggled uncontrollably as she lifted the girl up higher and slid her tail further into the girl's vastly stretched cunt. "Mmm, there we are. If I move any further inside of you, you'll never be able to marry," she said with a malicious smirk. She continued molesting Haylin's breast, squeezing harder and harder as she teased the girl's pussy.

"But you still want it, don't you? Would you like for me to take your virginity and fill your cunt with my thick tail?" Sheena asked lazily, letting her free hand cup Haylin's confused face.

Kaplan Eppstem

The door was cracked open so Kaplan could see his Queen lying splayed out atop it. The Caramore Princess had lost her clothing somehow, and he agreed with his Queen, the young girl would've made a stunning Succubus, but nowhere near as alluring and perfect as her.

She had the girl fall atop her on the bed and was fondling one of her breasts that nubile tail nuzzling in between the Princess' never before used pussy.

Kaplan looked away as his dick began to throb. His hands curled up into fists on his knees. He was used to such scenes serving his Queen as long as he had, but the effect of being near her made him ache like he hadn't jacked off in weeks no matter how desensitized he had gotten as her majordomo.

Once again he considered closing the door and giving the pair some privacy, but his Queen rarely made such a mistake of leaving the door open if she wanted privacy-not that she ever really concerned herself with such a thing. It was his job to anticipate her needs.

He decided she had left the door open on purpose. So he turned his eyes back to the tableau of his Queen the virgin Princess on top of her and his Queen's tail pressing further into her pussy.

It hurt, but Haylin's body was enthralled with the other feelings caused by the Queen's daring tail. Her hands claiming the Princess' breasts brought a weak moan from her, unsure of what to make of all this.

The Queen teased her so badly, her taunting words of both warning and encouragement making the younger girl blush furiously.

But that tail.
It felt so good.

Haylin wanted it.
Just the simple motions it had made, the touch of the succubus' hands against her skin- They all added up on top of this heavy feeling inside her, this overbearing weight that left a need inside her. The Queen's actions brought a momentary relief with each touch, but it was fleeting. Everything returned, as if demanding top priority over the Queen's relieving motions.

"I- I don't-," Haylin hesitated, a whimper of need leaving her as the Queen clutched her breast and cheek, feeling her eyes upon her, waiting for the answer she knew was hidden inside the girl's throat.

"Yes...," she finally whispered, tears in her eyes. "Please, please fill me... Make this stop, make it go away!"

"Mmm, that's a good girl, I'll make you feel all better," Sheena said lustfully before opening her mouth and letting her tongue force itself into Haylin's mouth and wrapped around her own tongue! Sheena then proceeded to use her tongue to pull Haylin's lips to her own and kiss her deeply as the tentacle thrust all the way into the weak virgin, pushing into her cervix!

Sheena began plundering Haylin's tight pussy ruthlessly, ignoring all groans of pain as she held the former princess in a tight embrace and liplock.

"Thank you," Haylin replied softly, only to give a surprised yelp as the Queen kised her, the forceful tongue prying her own lips apart so the Queen could claim hers. She tried to pull away at first, still trying to fight the overwhelmingly strong feelings that came about in this woman's presence, but that fight came to an abrupt end as the exploring tail followed through on her request.

It claimed her.
Deep, hard, fully.

Haylin screamed in shocked pain, the noise smoldered into the Queen's lips as she held her, keeping her tight and muffling her cries with her own mouth.

Pain, mixed with pleasure.

She could feel it, sliding against her inner walls, finding parts to her that revelled in the attention it gave, bringing up feelings and sensations in the Princess that she never knew. Her body wasn't sure if it could handle such feelings.

Haylin cried out again, trying to pull her lips free of the Queen's so that she could breathe. "It- It hurts!," She howled, even through her moans. "But it feels- so good-!"

It was while she was kissing Haylin that Sheena first noticed Kaplan watching. First it was because she sent the sexual energy of his growing erection, but then she made an unnoticable glance past Haylin to the door and saw him sitting outisde. A wolfish grin spreading across her lips, Sheena pushed Haylin onto her back and continued to fuck her little pussy while the rest of the tail moved to the side, exposing Sheena's wet cunt invitingly to Kaplan. Sheena didn't know if he would take the bait but it would be fun to tease him.

"Mmm! Yessss, I love you little virgins!! Never had a man's cock in you but now it doesn't matter since it won't ever be able to pleasure you!" Sheena said, her large chest heaving as sweat glistened from her body.

Sheena then moved over Haylin's lips once more and kissed her again, this time her tongue shifted into a full sized cock! It plunged into Haylin's throat and began fucking her face! Sheena pulled out and let Haylin see it as she gasped for breath but then plunged right back in. She always made sure whenever Haylin was in risk of fainting she would pull out of her mouth just long enough before shoving her tongue-cock back in.

Gasping out as the Queen rolled her onto her back, Haylin howled out once more as that tail continued to assaut her virgin passage, her eyes tightly closed as she clawed at the bed beneath them.

The woman's words sounded so terrible to her ears, but she feared the truth to them. This appendage seemed unbelievable, something that could drive so deeply into her and controlled her by her desire. Even with her mind trying to repulse from the truth on what was happening, her body simply didn't care. The Queen had told her she could relieve the frustration inside her; and as long as she held to that promise, Haylin was putty in her hands.

Another kiss, forceful and controlling, the Queen's tongue delving into her mouth once again.
It felt- different.
Nothing like before.

It gagged her, reaching into her throat.
Haylin tried to scream, but the Queen's tongue was too far into her mouth. What was this?!

When the woman pulled away, Haylin gasped out for breath, seeing with widened eyes what had been claiming her mouth. "Wh-What is-," She started, cut off as another kiss was brought upon her, that shape-shifting tongue resuming its attack.

She had never thought her purity would be lost like this; she had envisioned the fairytale wedding, the loving prince- Not being fucked by a succubus' tail and her mouth being used.

Kaplan Eppstem

Kaplan watched as his Queen glanced at him and smiled. Then she rolled the young Princess to be on top of her, she shifted her tail so he saw an unimpeded view of her pussy.

His Queen had noticed him, and she had chosen to reward him. Kaplan could no longer restrain himself. He unbuckled his belt lowered his trousers so his dick jumped out erect and throbbing.

As his hand wrapped around it and began pumping he imagined it plunging between the pussylips his Queen was rewarding him with a view of. His woefully average cock would go as deep as he could even as his Queen took pleasure from the virginal princess beneath her.

Abruptly, Sheena stopped. She pulled free of Haylin's now well-used cunt and flicked her tail at the floor to clean it of her stray juices. Sheena would tease the little slut until she realized her true purpose. She also withdrew her tongue and let it shift to normal as she turned around to see Kaplan with his cock in his hand. What a waste of good sperm!

She glanced over her shoulder at Haylin's writhing form and said, "If you want more of me, you will have to beg like a good slave would to her mistress. Until then..." She turned back to Kaplan with a smile and walked to the door, opening it wider for him. "Come in, Kaplan, perhaps we can show our dear princess what loyal slaves deserve."

She then leaned forward and grabbed his chin, adding, "From now on I don't want you to masturbate at all, my pussy is yours whenever you need it. I learned my lesson with the last majordormo, I just can't take you for a prolonged period."

With that she turned back into the room and crawled onto her bed on all fours, wiggling her ass at Kaplan. "Come on, Kaplan! My pussy is hungry!"