“It doesn’t hurt to be kind.”
“Kindness is weakness—when you’re king.” I hear the echo of my father’s teachings in my words. “It is the way my kind have always ruled.”
“Well, unlike you, I was raised to be polite,” she retorts.
“Feisty today, are we?” I stand and stretch to my full height, towering above her. I'm bare-chested in leather breeches, my wings tucked behind me so only my horns rise above my head. “Perhaps I’ve been too kind to you. Perhaps I should remind you of your place, my pet.” Reaching out, I draw her to her feet and take her to her room.
A flick of my claws and her gown falls to the floor to reveal her naked, glorious body. She flinches, but doesn’t stop staring into my eyes. Her gaze is wide with anticipation—and need.
I run the back of my talon down her full breast.
Her expression is already glazed, her breath coming faster. It takes so little to arouse my sweet Omega. Perhaps I’ve been too easy on her. It’s time to present her with a challenge.
“Are you ready for your forfeit, sweet one?”
She nods, biting her lip.
I step back until I’m across the room from her. The more the distance grows between us, the more nervous she looks. Once I’ve reached the wall, I beckon with a talon. “Crawl.”
Red flags unfurl in her cheeks and she inhales sharply, but doesn't protest. She drops to her hands and knees and obeys. Her body undulates as she crawls towards me, her head tipped up, her back arched, and her ass waving in the air. Her breasts sway with the gentle movement. I would not allow her to do this on a stone floor and risk scraping her beautiful skin. The rug was a genius touch. Bless Omega nesting tendencies.
“I should carpet every room with furs. Make you crawl everywhere.”
She’s halfway across when I see the downside to my command. Her sensuous movements make my arousal build like lava at the base of my spine. She’s crawling, but I’m the one in thrall.
“Stop,” I order when she's a few feet away. “Turn around. Chest to the floor, present your cunt to me.” How I love using crude language. How she loves to hear it. I’m ready to instruct her further, to ensure she stays on her hands and knees, but she executes the position perfectly. She presses her upper body to the rug, pushing her ass up further. I cannot see her expression but the tips of her ears are pink, clashing with her hair. This position makes her feel like the pet she is.
“Good girl,” I praise her. “Keep your delectable ass in the air but spread your knees and arch your back so I can see every inch of you.”
She does as I command, tilting her hips and presenting herself so I can see the slick glistening between her soft folds.
“Yes, that’s it.”
Her soft, coppery curls glint in the low light. I enjoy the fire-stone color of her hair, but it would be fun to shave that pussy bare.
“Reach between your legs.” I order. “Touch yourself. No,” I correct her when she tips her ass down. “Arch your back. Show me everything. This is for me, pet, not for you.”
She obeys me, spreading her slick over her folds.
I crouch down, learning how she touches herself. She slides one slender finger into the groove between her inner and outer lips, and rubs her swelling clit. The slightest movement of her fingertip makes her twitch and shiver and sigh. I shift closer, my tail lashing the rug behind me, and she tenses, her ass clenching.
“Keep going.”
She does, quivering under my perusal. Her fingertip slides higher, toward her entrance.
“No more, pet,” I command. When she ignores me, I slap her buttock hard enough to make her gasp. “Hands down by your head.”
Going to one knee behind her, I drag the tip of my throbbing cock up and down her folds. Her cunt is dripping slick and my cock is leaking as well. The musk of our arousal rises, blending together, making my head spin.
I breach her with the tip of my dick, the head stretching her tight, wet hole. When I pull out, she whimpers. If I were a kind Master, I’d give her what she’s craving and fuck her into the floor, making her come over and over again. But as I told her, this is for me. “This is where I need you to be brave, sweetheart,” I tell her. “Remember what I said—the forfeit might be difficult to bear but I know you can handle it. Do you trust me?”
She’s panting, though I can’t tell whether it’s from fear or arousal. Maybe both. “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.” I lean over her and slide my cock between her ass-cheeks. A few taps on her rear hole is enough to slicken it with my precum. I find the tiny target and press in gradually.
“Master,” she cries, her fingers digging into the rug.
“Hush, you can take it,” I croon, using magic to ease my path. Her ass is so incredibly tight. I can barely fit the head of my cock in and it’s lava hot, like she’s boiling inside.
