Is that why I’ve never been enthralled by my meals before? Why I never possessed a desire to fuck one of them?
I glance over my new pet, the way her dress clings to her curves—curves I now know are naked beneath the fabric—and decide that I’m nowhere near at risk of losing my desire in this situation.
Because I’m hard.
And I’ve been hard since the moment she entered my nest.
It’s painful. But I embrace that pain because it means I’m feeling something. It means Iwantsomething—someone.
Which makes all of this worth it.
If she wants me to do this the hard way, I’ll oblige.
However, it’s going to end with her on her knees again by the end of the night.
With my cock in her mouth. In her cunt. In her ass. Wherever the fuck I want to take her, she’ll accept it. Because that’s why she’s here. She’smine. My pet. My toy. Myfemale.
Maybe I’ll even breed her.
That notion means food is even more important, thus reminding me that I just told her about my intention to provide her with sustenance. Yet I’m still holding her to me like it’s her I intend to devour first.
Hmm.
I lean down to run my nose against hers, loving the way she smells. The scent of her pussy still clings to my senses, that citrusy delight making my mouth water. I originally intended to throw her cotton undergarment into a nearby flame. But the aroma coming from the fabric caused me to smell it instead.
And now I’m keeping the item as a token.
A token of what, I’m not sure.
I just knew I couldn’t discard it as I originally intended.
The tip of my tail runs around her side as I continue to hold her against me with my appendage wrapped around her lower back. She fits nicely here.
Perhaps I’ll hold her while she eats.
The concept of releasing her doesn’t quite suit.
So yes, that’s how we’ll proceed.
“You will sit in my lap.” It’s not a request but a demand. And if she chooses to question me, I’ll force her to comply with my tail between her legs.
Is that a more interestingroutefor you, darling pet?I nearly ask aloud.No compulsion. Just my tail forcing you to obey.
“Okay,” she breathes, her acquiescence almost displeasing me.
Because I rather liked the image of making her sit with me with my tail inside her.
Maybe I’ll do it anyway.
It would be easy,I think, the triangle tip gliding down to her hip toward the high slit in her gown. It slides inside without hesitation, heading toward the treasure between her thighs.
“I think I will stroke you while you eat,” I tell her, my voice lowering to a deep growl as a wave of feminine warmth travels up my appendage. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s a hot welcome. An invitation. A sweet kiss of perfection.
Her legs clench, trapping my tail before I can venture higher, her hands suddenly on my shoulders. But she doesn’t deny me, just digs her nails into my jacket and holds on.
“Yes, this is how you will eat,” I decide aloud. “And I will feed myself your pleasure.”
My nose is still near hers, placing our mouths so close that I can almost taste her. She releases an unsteady exhale, her body seeming to roll even more into mine. Or maybe I pulled her closer. I’m not sure, but I suddenly need to see what her lips feel like beneath my own.
