Masquerade

 

BUY

 

I knelt between Devon’s legs. My lips worked his cock as my tongue slid up and down his shaft. It was cold and long in my mouth, but I shifted my shape to take it all in. Absently he patted my head as I worked him. The feeling of his fingertips on my skull was pleasure and payment enough for me to keep going until he shot into my mouth, releasing his salty cum into my throat.

I should have been with my Master all of the time I had been imprisoned, but Veronica had been stronger, my humanity. She stirred a moment as I thought of her, but I ignored my other half. I was the one in control and it would be like that forever. I grieved for all the lost nights with him, so many glorious evenings because of what I had become–a human-loving bitch. I purred inwardly, knowing this was what I had been missing.

To show my obedience, I swore he could have Brenna to do with as he pleased. It made him happy when I expressed my total and utter submission to him. He smiled and fucked me, hard and rough, until I bled from his claws and his dick. As I lay, drained from the exercise, I reveled in how much he loved me as he cleaned the blood from my wounds.

Yes, he was a kind and generous Master for allowing me to come crawling back to him, after so many years of disobedience. Soon we would have another to torture and play with. He had told me this as he cleaned my gashes, informing me of the plans he had for my offspring. He would break her until she was nothing more than a shadow and use her powers. I licked my lips, envisioning her beautiful, human demeanor ripped to shreds. When that had happened, we would mold her into the perfect child. I smiled as Devon withdrew himself from me. The pure sweet pain of her torture enlightened my hunger. My forked tongue darted between my lips, taking in the last of him.

Master, may I? I asked.

Devon looked down at me, his mind searing through mine. I crouched lower, showing my obedience. He tapped my head, granting my request. I turned from him and set my gaze on the meat in the corner, a young mortal. Her fear called to my hunger the closer I got. When she saw me coming, she whimpered, but I didn’t care about her pleas. She should have welcomed my ravaging. I was her God, just as my Master was mine. I smiled, showing her my maw of fangs. A terrified look still painted her face as I descended. I wrapped her in my wings so I would not splatter any on my Master.