Part II-- Taste of Flesh

K, so I lied. It took just a bit longer than a week because I've been working on part three annd a requested torture bit in that storyline I started off with. Buut this one is much more to par with what I enjoy writing. The other bits were too tame. Tehe.
(Btw, if you don't end up liking Chris and Maeve, I go back to Stephen and Anna in part three. So don't lose heart dear readers!)
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So what if I couldn’t make the time for her tonight, I’d make time for her another time. She had no cause to get indignant, she knew full well we were choosing a new alpha tonight. This was why they called me stupid for considering a human as a mate and I was starting to understand.

It bothered me though, as I shifted in the woods nearby, that I thought for a moment I caught a whiff of a vampire, cold and metallic on the wind. Part of me wanted to stay there with her to make sure she was safe but choosing between a human female and the pack, it wasn’t exactly choosing at all.

I ran through the forest, my forest, stretching the newly formed muscle and tendons, savoring the smells of the earth mingled with the scents of the humans in town. Something about them just seemed such perfect prey to a lycan, the law forbidding the taking of human flesh was perhaps the most frustrating thing to me.

As I sat and watched the boring ceremony, I contented myself with daydreams of how human flesh would roll and tear beneath my teeth, giving way easily, filling me happily. But between the gnaw of my stomach and my gradually-growing-more-achey legs, I wanted to run and hunt. I honestly didn’t even understand why I had to be part of the ceremony, it wasn’t like I could contend; the age that I was.

After the fight, the one who walked away was a distant cousin of mine, truly a boring individual, all there was left was the bitch-fight, perhaps a good bit more entertaining. Everyone of age wanted in on the deal, blood was shed and the like.

But all I could concentrate on was the disappointing fact that Anna would never be part of this. It was too far above her, the natural made prey species she was. Perhaps I shouldn’t have but I let my mind drift to how much I’d enjoy her screams of pain and to see her fight against the inevitable fall beneath the pack. This was yet another reason lycans couldn’t take humans as mates.

The pack dispersed after we all showed our respects to the new alphas and I quickly made my way back to Annas house. I jumped in through her balcony to meet an alarming scent; that of the vampire from earlier. Alarmed beyond reason I ran to her room, only half shifting back on my way, to find her, blood still creeping lazily from the open wound on her neck.

I leaned to her to check that she was breathing to detect a fainter odor, hiding behind what was left by the original vampire. She’d taken his blood, changing her own. It was something perverse and wrong; the taking of a vampires blood and, unbidden, a low growl came from my half-changed throat.

It woke her and she looked at me through sleep filled eyes, obviously hung over as well from the pleasure she’d no doubt taken in his feeding. “Chris?” She whispered my name, confused. She knew I could sense a difference in her and she feared my reaction. How long had dreamed about that fear, how much I thought I’d enjoy it.

But no… I was too overwhelmed by my anger and disgust. I leaned down on her, all too aware of my claws digging into her side and spilling more of her blood. “Traitor…” It came out as an inhuman growl of a human sentiment but I had no doubt she understood as I bolted off out the window, leaving her there, scared witless and stunned to silence by confusion.

I had shifted fully back to wolf by the time I reached the ground, my paw still wreaking of her blood. I was starting to, as the elders called it, see in red, losing control of my human-side inhibitions. I knew I had to get away from humans before I did something stupid; something worthy of the Ordeal.

As I ran though I could feel my control slipping and my body letting itself drift towards the town. I wasn’t even looking for any particular scent, just looking for human, as I came back to the outskirts of our little town.

The Ericson’s house, my human mind registered that as well as the fact only the father was home, the children and mother away on a vacation before school got back in. While this was processing though, my lycan half wasn’t thinking, just propelling my body to jump through the window and land, half shifted again, growling at Mr. Ericson .

The fear coming off of him was tangible and sweet to me, so strong I could have lived off it. I stepped forward; taking no time to put him in arms length before I reached out and slit his wind pipe and his wind pipe alone. The human in me grew nervous at this calculated move, it was as if I was… I was. I was playing with the old man and I had every intention of killing him.

I wrapped an oversized paw/hand around the back of his head pulling the panicked man towards me, running my tongue over him. The taste of even that bit of human thrilled me, getting even my human half to accept slightly what was going to happen. All he was capable of anymore was wheezy sounds as he tried desperately to scream and save himself. But, uncanny predator I was, I’d warded against this.

Lowering my head to his torso, I paused for a moment, sniffing before suddenly sinking my teeth deep into his gut, feeling his warm blood splash up to great me as his body grew ridged and tense. I let go of my hold on his head, careful not to snap his neck in my strength; to shake him in my mouth like a ragdoll, breaking the shock-caused rigor.

I felt his shirt and skin break at nearly the same time, falling away to leave him to flop to the floor, his entrails a bloody mess falling in a line between he and I. I bent to eat the meat from the carcass of the still gasping and sputtering man but realized… That was hardly what I wanted. I just wanted to kill humans, ending their dear lives. Make them prey as Anna had never allowed me to make of her.

The man still twitched and squirmed, his panicked expression a treat as his arms working like some swimmer in hell to pull himself away from me. I felt myself give something like a laugh deep in my throat as I took another brood step towards him, placing my foot on his back, snapping the spine due to the cavernous emptiness in the bowls below my weight. I took a great whiff of him, wanting to remember this smell of spilled blood, fear, and intoxicating awareness of the impending end forever.

I wrapped my paws around his head gently, almost as gently as one would handle a child, before my grip became ironlike and I twisted sharply, pulling away with a tug. It made me smile to hear the various cords and veins snap inside the neck, making a bloody mess as his heart bled him out through his major artery. I dropped the now useless, gaping head to the ground at my feet and sprung back out my window.

The last part… The horrid finish had been largely done by my human half, caught up in the killing and throwing itself to madness. I shifted back to my wolf form entirely, my nose searching the air for just a certain scent though I wasn’t sure what it was yet. As my body began to direct me towards this particular home thought, I became exceptionally aware of where I was going.

The house was small and the sole occupant was Maeve, a girl who I had dated before who quite resembled Anna, her hair more brown than red though, their only real difference. It made me quite content to think of poor, fragile Maeve screaming and crying as I destroyed her and I got to thinking. I’d already commited crimes the pack would kill me for, why not make this more appreciable?

I shifted to my human form, nude due to my transformation destroying my clothes, and sneaked to her bedroom, savoring the innocence and quiet of her sleeping form on the bed. I took a hand towel from beside the bed, throwing it over her head and using it as a gag on the now startled and awake woman.

(Authors note you guys will put up with cuz you love me: Does “Sneaked” seem like a real, normal word? I mean, I kno it is but… It’s weird, ya know? Anyway… back to the death…)

She tried to sit up, getting her head off the pillow so I could tie the gag tight, her muffled panic alone arousing me. I leaned close to her, savoring her scent enjoying as her eyes flickered over to me as she tried to pull away

“Don’t worry hunny. You’re gonna get a chance to scream and run for me. But if you don’t get on your feet I’ll kill you here and now.” My voice was harsh and primitive against her skin as I let my hand shift, holding a sharp strong claw to her throat.

As she pushed herself to her feet I realized that she slept in the nude. She reached for a bathrobe hanging nearby but I hit it out of her hands, shaking my head as I pushed her towards the door. She stumbled a bit but righted herself, her delicate chest heaving, her panic making it hard to breathe.

I pushed her and directed her deep into the woods, admiring the whole while her flawless skin in the bright moonlight. I smiled as I thought of my plan, my human side rejoicing that it’d had finally fallen and given in. Her skin wasn’t flawless for long, branches and thorns caught her in several places, making her cry out through the gag and leaving the most alluring little trails of blood down her ivory frame.

Kicking her knees out from under her I whispered in her ear “You’re free now.” My smile grew into a wicked grin as my legs began to change in anticipation. I undid the gag, whispering sweetly “No hard feelings, right?”

I took a slight jump back as she bolted, screaming, turning back to look at me, now half shifted. Her scream was like a tonic, rejuvenating me and getting my every molecule ready to hunt and chase. I sprang forward by my strong backlegs, covering most of the distance between the two of us easily before I settled for a gentle jog after, giving myself time to appreciate her frantic flight.

Running with a boner… It’s not like lycan have some special power that makes it easier. Wolves don’t like it, humans don’t like it, so I don’t see how you can expect a mix between the two would. But it was worth it in this instance because I contented myself with the knowledge that once I caught up with this screaming, crying, running human, I’d get to have her however I wanted.

She, however, wanted to mess up my fun, tripping and falling due to a root sticking up in the ground. I caught her in seconds and, unable to help myself, pinned the little girl to the ground. I tasted her, my tongue picking up and savoring what her delicate meat would be like once this pesky skin was broken.

“Looks like you lose.” I knew my grin showed off my teeth, near all of them, but it didn’t bother me this time. She screamed and cursed me, calling me a monster, stil trying to fight her way to freedom and life. Too bad.

I was half shifted so my erect cock was twice the size it ever was human and once she noticed it, she grew still for but a moment, paralyzed with a new kind of fear. I put my muzzle near her delicate little neck, fantasizing about ripping into her shoulder and tasting the chase-warmed meat underneath.

“I wonder if that’ll rip you up, that tight little cunt of yours…” I pulled my head away from hers and tilted it, as if considering something deep and important. “I’d like to see, wouldn’t you?”

She shook her head and began to plead “No, god no please Chris, let me go.” She teared up again, leaving me to conclude she was entirely too whiny. “Please don’t kill me…” Nothing was left of her but whimpering, I realized with a slight pout.

I allowed this thoughtful, deep look to cross my face before flashing my sharp teeth at her in another grin. “Tell ya what. Since you whine so nice and pretty, if you survive my fucking and I keep enough control to leave you intacked, I’ll let you go on your way.” It was a struggle to withhold a growling chuckle as I knew full well this wouldn’t be the case.

She didn’t respond either way, frustrating me a good deal. My toy was broken and the only thing for it was stronger stimuli. I pushed her over on her back and pulled her legs apart. I tried pushing myself into her to be meet with more frustration, as I wouldn’t fit. Stuck by an idea, I allowed myself to shift back to human form, letting my now smaller but still imposing member slip into her familiar folds.

I thrusted into her gently, trying to work up enough lubrication the next step would go well. She seemed surprised at how gentle I was being, not aware or intelligent enough to guess what I was up to. Just as she seemed resolved to go with it I laughed, allowing another rapid change.

I felt her gentle skin rip around me, the blood from that adding to the lube she was already giving me. I thrusted up into her hard, making her cry out again under me, pinned to the ground my her shoulders held tight in my paws. A bestial growl of satisfaction issued from my throat as I felt her forced to stretch and tear around me.

Slowly loosing myself in that ecstacy I felt myself begin to salivate like a hungry dog and perhaps a hungry dog I was. Thinking nothing of it, I snapped up the soft warm flesh and fat on her cheek, making her scream and howl again as blood dripped down her face and matted in her hair. I was licking away the blood like a treat, as she tossed her head to the side, trying to protect, I supposed, her abused face from further damage.

I shook my head as I kept going, making her scream out every time I buried myself to the hilt in her torn little pussy. Hiding parts from me like that simply wouldn’t do. As a punishment, I sunk my teeth deep into her shoulder, the meat there firm but taste indescribable. I knew there was a reason I only dated the all natural eating chicks. This’d be it.

It was a struggle not to rip it all away but I was playing with an idea. Maybe she’d survive the encounter for another day. Removing her shoulder, however, would make that impossible. So I nursed at the blood gently, pulling away only slivers of flesh to sample. They were everything I thought they would be and so much more.

The flesh slid down my throat, having little effect on hunger but appeasing something deeper, perhaps the superior predator I knew I was. Between that and the feeling of her (relatively) tight walls around my manhood, I felt myself about to climax inside of this human who I’d destroyed. I growled softly, aware I couldn’t chance a triumphant howl, finishing in silence, leaving me somewhat drained physically but still buzzing mentally.

Deciding to keep her around, I licked away the blood at Maeve’s face and shoulder before slipping back into my human skin to hold her as she healed slowly. It was a good night all things considered. By dawn my prize and I, whether she wanted to or not, would be on our way to get away from the pack so I could continue to enjoy this most luxurious lifestyle.

Part I-- Taste of Blood

Alrighty, an introduction is in order to this little series. I've named this my Twisted Tastes Series. Kinda... Excessive in some points. I wrote it for a couple guy friends and it's actually still in progress. With some extra ideas I could go on with Stephen and Anna forever.... In fact, a friend of mine has, in his own style, written a few additions that I'll post once I make sure he's ok with it.

Btw, don't ask how I did it from a male/dom perspective. Just... Don't ask.
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Part I-- Taste of Blood

I heard her gentle heartbeat even from a few yards away where I hid in the shadows. Her smell had lured me off the street a few evenings ago, and she stood at her half-story high balcony as a habit. I’d checked the other day and it was fair game, even without an invitation. Thankfully I wasn’t too hungry or I’d have taken her the first night I saw her; beautiful sight that she was.

Her slim frame moved with a grace that’d made me consider that another of my kind had gotten to her first, changing her and taking her as his own. But she didn’t have that scent, not the scent of a predator. No, in fact everything about her suggested prey. Her wide eyes glistened with a fear and innocence combined into something so tempting I can’t even begin to describe it. It was an animalistic urge that compelled me to act but my love of games that forced me to take my time.

I allowed myself to listen in on the intoxicating sound her pulse, promising the deep red nectar hidden below the skin. I could have just lingered there for hours, thinking about the feeling of her gentle flesh giving way under my sharp fangs, freeing her trapped blood. It called to me; begging for release; begging for me to relish it as it knew I would.

But, interrupting my dream and destroying my ecstasy, her doorbell rang, and she hurried off to answer it. Frustrated at first perhaps, I took advantage of this and got up on the balcony; leaning against the wall contently, taking her scent even there due to her habitual stargazing.

I heard her conversing with a male inside, obviously her lover. I couldn’t understand why thought, he treated her in so callous a manner it was as if she meant nothing. I thought back to my years as a mortal and considered for a moment how I’d have treated such a creature had she chosen me. But ah, the ways of men do change and creatures such as I do not do so with them.

It surprised me when he struck her but even more strange, was her reaction. She seemed to slip into a distant ecstasy similar to what I’d seen in humans I fed from. But when I did it, the effect was caused by a mild hypnosis to make the feeding easier; this human just enjoyed her pain and mistreatment at the hand of her large mate for the sake of the pain. Maybe a good deal more fun with this one to be had than even I’d considered before…

Apparently he was cutting this visit short, taking his leave as suddenly as he’d appeared. I hoped against hope that she’d come back outside to give me my turn with her. Maybe I could take her and make her a bloodslave, getting rid of her brutish lover. Something about him seemed lycan; leaving a sour taste in my mouth and burning my nose slightly.

I heard her gentle footsteps coming closer, her pace speaking of disappointment and frustration. I got the feeling he often left her like this though because she didn’t seem surprised by it. She’d be surprised soon enough though, I thought with a wicked grin. She passed through the doorway and I moved behind her quickly, letting her mind feel my presence. Normally it was masked to humans, their instincts warning them of me due to the generations of us preying on them.
She turned, obviously surprised but not yet afraid except perhaps in the back of her mind. Her eyes went wide and she seemed to shrink up into herself because of her instinctual fear.

“Hello, Anna.” My voice was smooth, like crushed velvet and I knew full well that it felt like a caress to her mind, soothing her slightly while sickening some part deep inside.

She seemed bewildered by my knowing her name and didn’t reply for a moment, her eyes darting about franticly as she looked for a way out. “Who are you?” She whispered. I saw something odd about her, a glowing curiosity behind the confusion and stronger than the fear. Did she perhaps sense the predator in me capable of catering to the prey in her?

I hesitated for a moment but finally decided to tell her my name. “You may call me Stephen.” I flashed a semi-sensual grin. I didn’t make mistakes; by the end of the evening she’d either be dead or a loyal pet. I extended a hand, anxious to feel her soft skin brush mine, giving me the briefest sense of warm I’d known in the living.

She accepted the offered hand, though the lack of warmth in my grasp caused her to finally exhibit her fear outwardly. She seemed at a loss for words and I was at a loss for patience so I pulled her close to me. The very air around her came forward to take my sense by storm; as if giving me a teasing taste of her.

I felt her, the delicate bundle of warmth and blood, in my arms and fought hard for control not to destroy her then, ripping her to rags and rolling in the pieces that remained. “You will call me Stephen, won’t you love?” I played about in her mind a bit, making her fear of me fade while working up the curiosity already there.

She looked at me, her breathing unsteady due to her racing pulse (A tease, testing my control it was to feel her life stream just under her delicate pale skin) before nodding mutely. She was composing the question in her mind, I could feel it, I just didn’t know what she was going to ask. “What are you?” Her voice was soft and childlike but it had quite the effect on me, practically making my ears roar with hunger.

I chuckled softly, watching her scan my features still, wondering what she made of my flawless skin and cold dark eyes. I looked up at the moon for a moment, the light catching and causing the smallest little flecks of gold. Looking back down at her I replied “Whatever you want me to be.” I smoothed down her hair, the soft red tresses submitting to my gentle touch. “Do you mind my company tonight, beautiful?”

She considered it a moment, still confused curious and, I considered what it may be for a moment, wanting before muttering, “I can’t say I mind it too horribly much…”

I smiled down at her, practically hanging off of me due to her weak knees. “Oh but what if I’m a horrible monster? Whatever shall you do then?” I teased and hinted.

She smiled, apparently having guessed somewhere in the back of her mind that as much was the case anyway. “Then you’ll find me quite the interesting prey.”

I lowered my mouth to her delicate neck, testing her limits as well as my control, breathing in her beautiful scent, letting it wash over me like a luxurious bath. “What if I were to bite down right now and take everything you had?” I suggested, my voice leaning toward a primitive growl now.

“It would be quite the interesting occasion, one I would not mind greatly,” she paused, apparently considering.”Stephen.” She added my name in an intimate whisper like some afterthought to complete her spell over me.

Unable to take anymore of this playing at civility, I found that my fangs had sunk down out of my gums during the equivalent to foreplay; now quite sharp and long in anticipation. Unable to stand controlling myself, I grabbed at her hair harshly, pulling her head to the side and exposing further her delicate neck.

I heard just barely her slight gasp of surprise as I sunk my fangs deep into her skin, right over a mark of possession left by her rightly-guessed-at lycan. Mine went far deeper than his was the last thought before my mind was consumed by the taste of her blood on my tongue; finding its way down my throat.

I felt her body go ridged for a moment in surprise before relaxing as she rode a wave of ecstasy herself, brought on by the pain alone apparently. There was some part of her not so lost in her quirk that tried fighting me, one hand pushing against my chest, already feeble due to bloodloss and lack of support from the rest of her body and mind.

I could feel her breathing, both through her windpipe and against my face, begin to grow shallow as I sucked greedily at the welling spring of blood beneath my teeth. The animal in me wouldn’t be appeased though until I had thoroughly ruined this defenseless human, limp and weak in my arms, so I ripped and tore at the delicate skin at my mercy. More blood flooded my mouth, rejoicing at its new found freedom and purpose.

I felt her getting dangerously weak though, just as the thirst began to fade, and forced myself to pull away, allowing myself to lap away gently what came after I had stopped destroying her. She supported herself entirely on my arms, a feeble creature dependent on me. This was also an empowering experience, one which I couldn’t get used to.

“May I take you to lay down love?” I asked, fishing for an invitation inside.

She gestured vaguely towards the house, barely aware where it was. I lifted her in my arms and took her inside to her bed, placing her gently.

Finally decided on what I was going to do with such a beautiful little pain freak, I bit my finger, letting the finest little drop of blood pool on the tip. I touched it to her tongue, letting the effects take.

The blood wouldn’t turn her, not that small an amount, but it would bind her to me, altering her scent so both my kind and the lycans stayed clear of her, including her boyfriend. It would also heal her, letting her blood regenerate faster and keeping her battered neck from scaring.

Perhaps most importantly, it would leave her wanting nothing but my return to take her again, my beautiful little plaything.
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That's it kiddies. Hmm... Mistress wHY? will give you another instalment in a week. If you're good and comment. I'm so good to you guys... (And Sayn't, Okami, you two should remember... if you don't give me insentive to publish Part II we can never move on to Part III. That one you guys haven't read. Tehe. Dontcha love meh?)

I'm Not Always So Nice You Know...

I'm... Also a dark person. This isn't mentioned on my other blog because my other blog is meant to have a certain... vanilla tone to it. This one, however, is meant for my darker thoughts, musings, and written works. It's something of a community blog as well because I have a few friends who want their stuff posted as well but lack the ambition to post themselves. Lazy bastards. Love 'em anyway.


Annywho, here's a light sample. This is something I specificly wrote for somebody (Hint: Kyle) and it's actually real mild compaired to... Some of my other stuff. Enjoy it anyway.


“Come here.” He didn’t raise his voice a bit but I hastily crawled off my blanket at the foot of the bed to go to his side, never rising off all fours like he’d ordered me that day.

“Yes sir?” I asked quietly, looking at him as I spoke to him. He didn’t return the look but I knew that if I hadn’t I’d get in trouble anyway. Another order. I knew to be entirely prepared for him to hit me then, with no warning, it wasn’t exactly odd of him. I hadn’t done anything but sometimes he just called me over to hit me. He’d usually make something up though, such a good master to me, always so creative.

He stopped watching the TV for a moment to look over at me, taking in my look of expectant, eager servitude. I can only guess I looked a bit apprehensive because he smiled a wide wicked smile and took my jaw in his surprisingly gentle hand to hold my gaze.

“What? You’re afraid I’m going to do something?” He sounded amused to no end, almost laughing.

I knew there was no right answer at this point so simple honesty would do and get me whatever it got. “A bit sir…” My voice was uncertain and quiet. Before I knew it I felt him pull his hand away from my jaw and use that same hand to smack me, hard, sending me sprawling.

As my ears rang, I briefly registered hearing him say “Well I’d hate to disappoint you.” I felt his hand touch my back, giving me a chill as he grabbed my leash, pulling me up hard to face him again. “Now,” he took my face back in his hand. “I want a beer. They’re in the fridge. Fetch.” He shoved me away, not giving me another bit of attention.

I crawled down the stairs as quickly as I could manage. It was awkward but I couldn’t stand without getting a beating. And if I took them too slow he’d come over and kick me, beating me later for distracting him from what he was doing. I couldn’t help tumbling down the last few to land on the floor with a thump.

I heard him growl from upstairs that I needed to shut up or else so I hastened over to the fridge, getting up on my knees to open it and get him a beer. Using care not to shake it, I made my way on three limbs back up the stairs and to his chair again. I went to open it for him before I handed it to him but he signaled that I don’t with a sweep of his hand.

“Tell you what pet,” he ran one hand over my hair as he took the can with the other. “Let’s see how much care you take to keep your master happy.” He continued to pet me softly in a sign of rare affection. He was apparently in that mood.

“If this seems to have been shaken at all, I’ll beat you.” His grip on my hair tightened painfully for a moment to emphasize the point before letting go again and brushing it down gently. “And if not, you get the treat of sitting with your master.” He smiled when he saw how much my face brightened at the idea.

Still stroking my hair with one hand he used the other to open the beer which made a quiet hiss and no more. I bit my lip with a smile and looked up at him hopefully.

Knowing he’d find it cute, I shook my ass making the ass-plug-attached tail he asked me to wear wag slightly.

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He started to pull me up into the chair with him before he stopped to ponder something apparently. “Ya know love, something isn’t quite fair here.” He pet me softly before smirking and placing a hand on my forehead, pushing me on my back. “You don’t get to come up until I’ve came.” He undid his fly and looked back down at me, enjoying the slight whimper as I landed awkwardly, “up to you how you do it though.”

I whimpered softly, disappointed and yet hoping he wouldn’t hear my complaint.

Bummmer. He gave me a solid crack to the head for my troubles while I whimpered some apology. I was told rather mockingly that if I was going to complain about my job I’d be made to do it without a reward.

Desperately hoping to please my master, I freed the erection beating me around had given him from his pants, taking it gently in my mouth, wetting it before lapping and sucking gently at the sensitive base like I knew he enjoyed. Watching the expression of pleasure cross his face, I smiled slightly and sat back from the now moistened and lubed cock, waiting for my attentions. I leaned back again, biting my lip with a little bit of nervousness as I wrapped my feet gently around his dick.

Stroking softly at first, I gradually picked up pace, supporting myself with my arms behind me, I could feel my tits jiggle as I went, exposed to the cold air. He leaned his head back in pleasure, moaning softly, urging me to go faster. Not wanting to hurt, I stopped for a moment to relube it with my mouth, only to have my master grab my hair, holding my mouth down over his cock, pulling me back and pushing me down on it a few times to deepthroat him.

Once we were both, apparently, sure it was lubed again, he pulled me off and threw me back down to reposition how I had been, as he stroked my little feet and ankles gently as I went. I felt his hard dick sliding easily between the delicate lotion-motioned soles of my feet and after a time heard his moans grow louder and I knew he was about to cum, sprinkling my feet with the hot jizz.

He grabbed my ankles tight enough to bruise, guiding my last few motions up and down his shaft until he came hard, cum getting on my feet mainly but enough of it that much fell on my ankles as well. He was still for a moment, enjoying the release before telling me to clean his cock and my feet.

Bending over as far as I could, I took my feet in my hands, pulling them to my face one at a time to lap them clean, careful not to miss a spot. Content with them I got on my knees, licking his cock gently, even the spots without cum to begin with.

Looking up at him hopefully, daring to ask meekly “Now sir?” I clenched my jaw slightly, knowing full well that even satisfied as he was he could still enjoy hitting me for my impertinence.

He laughed softly at it however, grabbing up my leash and pulling me into his lap. I lay my head gently on his chest and purred softly as he whispered that I’d been a good kitty.