I can’t endure the torment any longer, I need to be filled.
I lift my head to hurry him and meet the Deity’s gaze. He looks at me like he’s dying of thirst, while Jestin drinks a gallon of the freshest, most sublime water.
I cry out.
My vagina feels so empty that I desperately want to clench a cock in it.
“That’s it, good girl,” Jestin chuckles, finally delivering.
Two fat fingers slide inside me and curve, hitting my top wall. My eyes roll to the back of my head.
One. Two.
I shatter.
Overstimulated. The sensation is so strong that it connects me directly to the Power Tree inside me, which answers my need to calm down, opening the roof of the gazebo to bring blissful rain on us. I partly register the cheer of the Fae around, welcoming the reprieve from the heat.
Jestin shifts me from lying to kneeling, pressing his hand against my stomach.
“Can you be a good doll for me?” He whispers.
“I… I don’t know,” I gasp, dazed from the pleasure.
“You do. Stay still. Be mine, my sweet little doll.”
“I do. I am a good doll.”
“Mm… you’re doing so well.”
Yes. I relax further, and the purr he gives me makes love to my very soul.
“If only you had always been that good for me,” he whispers, sucking my earlobe. I don’t tilt my head for more.
I am a good doll, and I stay still when he rubs his length at my ultra-sensitive opening. I don’t move an inch.
I don’t scream when his head hits my wall, and I don’t mourn when his length retreats all the way, sliding out of me.
I don’t fucking move when his absence aches.
“You’re dripping for me.” He chuckles, circling his shaft around the entrance. “God… you smell so potent.”
I whimper.
“Nuh-uh. Not. A. Sound.” He thrusts inside me and every fibre of my very being is focused on not existing.
Then he dares to slow down, retreating to his fat head before thrusting again.
I am nothing and everything. Pleasure wracks my body, threatening release, as I breathe through it.
One inhale. One exhale.
He continues that torment, and I am everything contained within the still form of a doll, body taut and unyielding, losing the ability to recognise the edges of my own skin.
“You’re such an exceptional doll today.”
I am a good fucking doll and wait as my master decides to give me what I need.
I make no move as he slides his fingers into my mouth, brushing each dry tooth one by one.
