Sweet Necter

Chapter 2

It had been a full week since Evelyn had been won by her new master, Desmond. A full week since he had injected her with an unknown serum, and a full week of awkward nights where she would listen to the sound of Desmond pleasuring himself as a twisted lullaby. She sat in the roof top ‘garden’ of Desmond’s apartment, waiting under an umbrella for John to bring them lunch as she watched her master practice his fighting. Evelyn had come to terms with her captivity for the most part, seeing as how Desmond was nothing but kind and charming to her. Yes he would occasionally grope her, watch her bathe and taunt her with naughty whispers in her ear, but she wasn’t exactly complaining. All the attention he gave her made her feel special, feel cared for and desired, and each time his scent hit her she knew her body would have no qualms about letting him sedate his urges. She wasn’t dumb, she knew how sex worked, but she simply never really had the need to sleep with any of those idiots at her school. Her attention returned to the vampire before her, his shirt off and his muscles well defined under his pale skin. She watched him spar his imagined opponent, seeing how his muscles contorted with each of his graceful attacks while small beads of sweat trickled down his body before disappearing at the waistline of his pants. She flushed at the trail her thoughts were traveling and returned her gaze to his face. He had stopped his exercises and was grinning at her, having caught her gawking at him.

“See something of interest to you little one?” She blushed again and pretended to be studying the flowers next to her.

“No Master.” He stalked over to where she sat, looking down at her hungrily. She had grown used to him staring at her breasts, but the tingles of heat it sent down her spine were still new each time. Evelyn’s once decently sized c-cups had grown well into the d-cups since he had injected her. She thought the size was ridiculous considering the fact she was 5’4”, but what choice did she have. Desmond wanted to have her like this and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it. Thankfully the increase in size had not affected her back, which she had an odd inkling was a result of the serum. John had told her that she would most likely continue to grow for a few more days and then by the end of next week she would begin to produce milk. She sighed, looking forward to the day her breasts would stop growing so she could wear a top that wasn’t one of Desmonds’ shirts. Sharon, a horse like demoness had visited six days ago, taking her measurements for clothes, only to throw a fit when she found out two days later that Evelyn’s breasts had grown and that threw off all the sizes for Evelyn’s tops. Luckily her breasts could not throw off the measurements of her bottoms. Not that there was much to the bottoms, Evelyn felt as if she was constantly at a photo shoot for Victoria’s Secrete since all most all the bottoms looked like frilly panties and thongs. But yet again, this was what Master wanted, and as long as she played good girl he would play the hero.

“Lunch Sir, Evelyn.” John set out their food and poured them their drinks, retreating some where beyond their sight. Desmond causally took his seat and began eating. Meanwhile Evelyn took the time to perfectly arrange her food before she could eat. Yes, she had a slight case of O.C.D. when it came to food, but that was her business. John had brought her a salad just the way she liked it; freshly cut and washed lettuce only and a side of ranch dressing in a separate little dish. Desmond had already finished his meal by the time Evelyn took her third, calculated bite. He watched her from the corner of his eye as she bit the lettuce and chewed. She would then dip the lettuce into the ranch, bring it quickly to her mouth and lick the extra before it dripped then start the whole process over again. At first he watched simply because he wanted to learn her habits but as this dragged on his mind started to picture the lettuce she was licking as the head of his cock and that she was trying to lick him clean of cum after orgasm. By the time she had finished Desmond was ready to tackle her to the ground and fuck her sweet little mouth till he cummed and then make her clean him. Yes, and she would be begging him to give her more, her eyes would be clouded by lust as he gave her tempting little mouth every last inch of his cock.

“Master…is everything alright?” He blinked away the fantasy to see his wide eyed virgin looking at him with concern.

“Yes pet, I was simply thinking about something.”

“May I ask what it was Master?” He grinned, noticing the way her eyes darted to his fangs. He licked his lips and eyed her thoughtfully.

“I was thinking about how much I would enjoy having you sit on my lap. But I don’t have to just think about it, do I.” Evelyn blushed but moved so she was sitting on her Master’s lap, feeling him play with her hair. “You are a wonderful girl Evelyn. Do you know that?” He leaned in to speak in her ear, the ghosting of his breath across her flesh making goose bumps. She simply shook her head, closing her eyes so she could enjoy his voice. “Well you are. You have this way of looking at me that makes me swear that my heart is beating.” Languidly the buttons that fastened the shirt around her were undone, causing Evelyn’s heart to skip a bit. Next she felt his hands slide up her arms to the collar of the shirt, and then the gentle tug as he pulled the shirt from her, leaving her in his lap in just a flimsy thong. There was a long pause where nothing happened that was suddenly broken as Evelyn moaned out and arched her back. Desmond had firmly cupped her soft breasts in his calloused hands, the feeling of it making his virgin arch into it, unknowingly begging him to touch her even more. He groaned as he let himself take in the feel of her. He could take her now, here in his lap on the roof, make her scream and no one would be able to stop it. Yes. He could just reach between his legs, pull out his cock, yank her panties down and ram himself deep into her body. It didn’t matter which hole, as long as his cock was buried inside, that’s what counted. He shivered in excitement, his hands squeezing Evelyn a bit harder and he started to see red.

“Sir, pardon the interruption but some one is here to see you. A man said he was here to pick up a few packages.” Desmond’s sight quickly returned to normal as John’s voice rang out. He shook his head to clear his mind, looking down to see his little Evelyn flushed red and panting for air. Releasing her breasts he swore he heard a sigh of mixed relief and disappointment as she removed herself from his lap and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Thank you John. Take Evelyn back to my room, make sure she isn’t seen.” Desmond quickly put on the shirt he had removed from Evelyn and left the roof top. Evelyn stood there in a daze, her whole body tingling and her breasts aching to be touched again.

“Evelyn, Master wants you to come along now.” John smiled to himself as the human simply nodded and followed him into the apartment and through a secret panel that let them out into Desmond’s bedroom. Even though he was old, John looked his fill of his master’s new slave, eyeing her perky little ass. But unlike his master John knew how to rein in his desire, hiding it well. He could hear his master’s raised voice and that of the guest. Evelyn noticed to, flinching as it sounded like glass was being broken. John motioned for her to remain silent and to stay in the room, leaving to go and investigate the commotion. John traveled to the third floor of the penthouse, seeing his master and a fox demon trying to maneuver a group of the genetically engineered humans into a crate. They were yelling to scare the mindless females into the container, even breaking glass to frighten them in. John stepped in to help, slamming the crate door closed and flipping the lock. The fox handed Desmond a few papers, which he signed before getting what looked like a reseat. The fox then hauled the crate to the service elevator and departed. “Sir, How many of the slaves did you sell?” Desmond looked at the reseat.

“I’ve sold forty, and he could only take twenty today, he’ll be back next week for the other half. But why did you come down here? Where is Evelyn? You know I don’t want her to see these awful….things.”

“Don’t worry Sir she is safe in your room. She was getting worried when she heard you shouting so I came here to check on you for her.”

“Indeed, she does worry about me. I wonder what will happen when I leave tomorrow for the tournament.” He chuckled a bit to himself, pleased that his little pet cared for his safety.

“Well, hopefully the tournament will not go on for to long, you where gone for three weeks last time.”

“I guess I will have to win faster then, so I don’t leave her alone for to long, I don’t want her to feel like I’m neglecting her.”

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It had been a ten days since Desmond had left for the fighting tournament. Ten long, boring, repetitive, and lonely days for Evelyn; and she was worried sick. She tired to pass the time by watching the shows on the demon world TV stations, talking with John, playing chess with John, and painting, but that only kept her mind off Desmond for so long. And when she wasn’t doing any of those things, including worrying about Desmond, she was lying in bed, trying to avoid the pain that her new breasts caused. Finally they had stopped growing, leaving her with what she guessed where breasts in the double d-cup or e-cup neighborhood. All she knew was that they were huge and sore. Sharon had finally finished making her ‘wardrobe’, which Evelyn noticed were only things like bra’s, teddies and other similar garb. But she didn’t wear them when she was in the bed, seeing it as pointless. It had been hard for Evelyn to sleep since Desmond left, and as much as it shamed her to say so, it was because his nightly chorus of moans wasn’t there to help her sleep. She missed him, after only knowing him for eight days, she missed him. A polite knock on the bedroom door distracted her from her thoughts.

“Yes?” John poked his grey feathered head into the room.

“There is something on the news that I think will cheer you up Evelyn.” She perked up immediately, not bothering to cover her breasts anymore, the globes of flesh bounced freely as she hopped out of bed before scampering into the living room where the TV was on. John had to take a deep breath as he watched her go by, fully aware that she was nude. It had been a hard ten days for him, having to take care and spend time with Evelyn and not being allowed to touch her.

“It’s Master! He won and is coming home tonight! Oh did you hear that! He’s coming home tonight!” She was bouncing on the balls of her feet in joy, a smile beaming on her face. “I’m so glad he is alright. I can’t wait for him to come home.” With that she darted back into the bedroom, preparing for Desmonds return.

“Neither can I, neither can I.”

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Desmond was exhausted. For the past ten days he had done nothing but fight, heal himself, and then fight again. But it was worth while, seeing as the prize money from the tournament would last him half a year. He walked through the lobby of his apartment, plastering on a fake smile as his neighbors congratulated him. Once in the safety of the elevator he allowed his face to contort in pain, some of the more serious injuries still showing up as large scars and bruises. How nice would it be to have a nice hot bath to ease his sore body. And how nice it would be to see his little pet Evelyn, he honestly had thought about her almost every other minute, unable to stop from feeling guilty for just leaving her. The ping signaled that he was home, and he watched as the doors slid open to his foyer. He removed his coat in silence, then removed his shoes and set down his bag, knowing that John would eventually find it. Desmond headed straight for his bedroom and for the master bathroom, not really noticing anything as he walked in and turned the water on, disrobing slowly and waiting for the tub to fill. He stood there in his nude glory, turning the facet off before he sank into the hot water. He let out a sigh as the water helped to sooth his muscles.

Evelyn was blushing, having just seen Desmond naked in the well lit bathroom. She had a basic idea of what a man looked like down there, but seeing her master’s size terrified her and yet excited her at the same time. She had been getting dressed in a green top along with the matching skirt and panties when he had rushed in and stripped. She couldn’t command her body to move from her spot behind the large bathtub, directly across from the mirror that reflected the porcelain tub. Desmond leaned his head back against the rim of the tub, his arms and legs splayed out. He opened his eyes to examine himself in the mirror when he noticed green lace and brown hair. In the mirror he met Evelyn’s eyes, the both of them quietly reading each other. Without turning to look at her he held her green eyes captive in the mirror and waved her over to him. The simple gesture held power over her, her feet obeying his summons and she found herself at the side of the tub.

“Little one, you look so beautiful.” He watched as she blushed sweetly.

“I wanted to look nice for when you came home Master.” He gave her a smile, reaching out to touch her hand.

“You look magnificent pet. If I wasn’t so sore right now I would show you just how I feel about seeing you again.” She smiled shyly, but then looked at him closely, seeing past his attractiveness and nudity to the massive purple and black bruises and scars that covered his body. She moved to rest on her knees on the cold tile floor, leaning over the tub to look him in the eye.

“Master…I’m sorry. Can I do anything to help?” He knew she was talking about his wounds and he pushed his perverted thoughts away, knowing that it would not ease her concern for him.

“If you want, you can grab the bottle with the green paste in it and go wait in the bedroom so I can finish bathing. Once I’m out you can rub the paste over my wounds, it will help easy the pain and speed up the healing.” She nodded a bright smile on her face at the prospect of being useful. She did as he told her, turning on the light in the bedroom, dimming them just a bit so the lighting was soft. She sat on the bed, looking down at the bottle in her hands as she listened for him. Soon he came out, wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. He removed the towel from his waist, laying it out on the bed before rolling onto his stomach. “Do you need help opening the bottle pet?” He asked after a few minutes passed and nothing happened.

“No…I just feel nervous…” He chuckled but said no more as he felt the cold paste on his back, highly aware of every stroke of her fingers across his skin. “I’m happy you won Master.”

“Thank you pet. Did you see any of the fights?” He relaxed as she rubbed the wonderful paste onto his sore flesh.

“No Master, I don’t like violence. I’m just happy that you came back to be honest. I missed you…” Desmond felt a stirring in his emotional heart at her admission.

“I missed you as well little one. I felt guilty about leaving you here after knowing you for so short a time. It seems though that you are not bitter.” He let out a groan as she delicately rubbing the paste on a bruise that was extremely tender.

“Master…I was wondering if…” He felt her uncertainty and tried to look at her over his shoulder.

“Yes little one. What are you wondering about?” She bit her lip, her cheeks so red he could feel the heat.

“You know how you pleasure yourself at night….” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Yes…I am well aware of pleasuring myself.” He chuckled a bit at her nervousness. Evelyn took a deep breath, embarrassed that she was even asking this.

“Can my body feel that kind of pleasure?” He looked at her in confusion for a moment before he understood what she was asking.

“Yes little one, your body is able to feel that pleasure. In fact, I will show you proof once you are done with your task.” She smiled and nodded, finishing with his back and needing him to roll over so she could apply the paste to his front. He was already starting to feel better. He heard her gasp and opened his eyes, a purely masculine grin on his face as she was confronted with his hardening cock. “Your touch has an affect over me pet.” She seemed terrified of his cock, which he guessed was more then she was expecting. He was at least twelve inches long with a width of two inches and he wasn’t even fully hard yet. He reached out to her to make sure she hadn’t had a heart attack and laughed as she jumped a bit, then focused her attention on taking care of his injuries, forcing her mind to concentrate on anything but the mammoth cock. She finished with the paste on his wounds and he sighed as he felt the effects already. He got up from the bed and returned to the bathroom, Evelyn at his side. She washed the extra from her hands as he hopped into a shower, once she had replaced the bottle she went back into the bedroom, laying down and biting back her whimpers of pain. Her breasts felt like they were going to explode and there was nothing she could do about it. She hoped that the pleasure would ease her suffering. It had been started five days ago and had yet to let up.

Desmond let the shower wash off the extra paste and then made sure to stroke his cock to help it harden a bit more. He got out of the shower and re-dried himself. When he walked into the room he noticed that his little pet was laying on her back, her lips sealed tightly and her eyes shut in a look that he knew meant pain. He had noticed his pet’s now huge breasts, his tongue darting out to lick his lips at the sight. He should have probably used just a bit less of the serum, but in addition to the milk and breasts growth it also had some much needed effects on other parts of her body. Mathematically his cock would rip her cunt and ass to pieces, and would probably kill his sweet little human, which is why he had used more of the serum then was prescribed. He wanted to make sure her body would be able to handle him. He stealthy joined her on the bed, watching her face and her body for a clue as to what was the source of her pain. When he gained no results this way he kissed her forehead and let his thumb brush in circles across the back of her hand. Her eyes snapped open and he saw that she put on a mask to hide the fact she was in pain. He did not like the idea of his Evelyn hiding pain from him. She was his property, and it was his duty to protect her.

“Evelyn…I can tell you are in pain.” The thin mask feel and she looked away from him, crawling away to sit against the headboard. Desmond felt a spark of anger in his chest. “Evelyn…A slave obeys her master and gives him all of herself, and in exchange the master protects, provides and cherishes his slave. Let me help you.” She still said nothing, not even sure why she kept her silence. “As your master I demand that you tell me what is wrong.” His voice was laced with anger in addition to possessiveness. It made her shiver to hear that possessiveness.

“My breasts are hurting me Master. I feel like they are going to explode.” She started to cry, nuzzling against him. “Make it stop Master…please…make the pain go away.” He stroked her hair and let his pet cry, letting her get out her pent up emotion.

“Little one, how long has this feeling been going on?”

“Five days.” His knew what was wrong with his pet, cuddling her to his chest.

“Why did you not tell John that you were in pain?” She sniffled a bit, her hands holding onto his biceps.

“I don’t know master…I just didn’t feel like I could tell anyone.” He gently gripped her chin, making her look at him.

“Pet, I will forgive you this time since you are in pain and that is punishment enough, but next time you don’t tell me something is wrong I will have to.” He accepted her nod and the way she curled her legs closer as a sign she agreed. “Your breasts hurt because your milk came in, it’s been building up, that’s what is causing the pressure. If you had told John earlier he could have milked you and you wouldn’t be in this much pain.” Evelyn could hear the reprimand in his voice, thankful that he said it kindly and kept eye contact with her.

“I’m sorry Master.” He kissed his pet’s forehead again and then let his hands go to the clasp at the front of her top, unbuttoning it. He kept his eyes on hers as he removed the garment, his hands going to cup her breasts gently. There was a small whimper at his touch, showing just how tender she was. He felt how heavy her breasts had become, he had been happy with their weight before, but the way they felt now was just delightful.

“So am I little one.” He reached over to the side table on his side of the bed and opened the drawer, rummaging around before he came back with a long ribbon of cloth. “Scoot forward just a bit little one then put your arms behind your back.” She did as he ordered, leaning over to help alleviate the pain. Sitting behind her Desmond tied her wrists together, continuing up her arms so her elbows were touching before tying that to her ankles. This made Evelyn arch her back so that her breasts were pushed forward and out just a bit. She pulled just a bit at the knots, finding the position a tad uncomfortable but trusting Desmond to not hurt her. Desmond sat in front of her, admiring the sight of her like this as he reached out stroked each of her breasts with the tips of his callused fingers, at first just stroking the outer rim of her breasts before making circles over her plump, soft mounds, tauntingly closer and closer to her hardening nipples. His fingertips were just centimeters away from the dusky ring of her nipple when he pulled her fingers away to start again on the outside, increasing the pressure of his fingers a bit.

Evelyn whimpered at first, but as her master continued this teasing pattern she felt pleasant tingles that spread from where he touched across her skin, moving deeper in her body every time he applied more pressure to her breasts. Her eyes slowly slid shut as the tingles replaced the ache, traveling from her head to her toes and making her shiver. Her nipples were stiff and she felt a warmth building between her legs. Evelyn heard small gasps and mewls, wondering where it was coming from before realizing that she was making them. Desmond let his fingers circle her hard nipples and gently brushed his thumb against them, grinned at the loud gasp it earned him. His cock was hard and twitching with every one of her little sounds, and he could smell that she was excited by his touch. He gently pinched her nipples then started to roll them, feeling them harden even more, occasionally giving them a slight tug. He could smell that she was excited, and he wanted to reach down to feel if her cunt was moist but he held off, his duty as her master taking priority over his desire. Once he was satisfied with the hardness of her nipples he released them, seeing his pet’s eyes clouded over with need and looking at him in confusion as to why he had stopped. “I will be right back pet.”

“Yes Master.” He grinned at the breathy way the words left her lips. He darted into the kitchen and grabbed an empty bottle, not wanted to waste his pet’s milk. The pain he had been feeling was forgotten in his excitement, the paste aiding a bit. He was back in his bedroom in a flash, hovered over his helpless pet. He set the bottle to the side and returned to his ministrations of her breasts and nipples, applying more pressure. He leaned down and suckled on one of her nipples, grinning to himself as Evelyn cried out in surprised pleasure. She arched her back with a moan as he continued to suckle on her hard little bud, feeling her cunt grow moist from the stimulation. He switched between her nipples, his cock throbbing as his virgin moaned for him and arched her back to try and offer more of her breasts to him. His fangs brushed across her flesh and sent shivers of pleasure down her spine and added to the moisture between her thighs. He felt a drop of liquid on his tongue and he recognized the flavor as milk but it was so much better then any milk he had tasted before. He reluctantly let go of that nipple to focus on drawing milk from the other one.

“Little one…open your eyes. I want you to watch as I milk you.” Her eyes opened, looking down at her hard nipples with hooded eyes and her breathing sped up just a bit as he squeezed her breasts. She watched, fascinated as little beads of milk dripped from her nipples, feeling the warm liquid run to the underside of her plump globes and down her stomach. She moaned out as he squeezed a few drops more from her before leaning down to lick the run away drops off her flesh, groaning himself as he could smell her arousal. He brought the bottle to one of her breasts, slipping the opening over her nipple and then rubbing that breast to encourage the milk to leave her body. Evelyn moaned at his touch, watching in a haze of pleasure and excitement as the few drops turn into a steady flow of milk, her panties dampening as her pleasure grew. Desmond knew his cock was starting to leak pre-cum, wanting so much to jack off but not willing to let go of the plump breast. He watched as the milk just kept coming from her, the 20 oz bottle half full. Lowering his head he took her other nipple into his mouth and started to drink from her, closing his eyes as he enjoyed her sweet milk.

Evelyn mewled and moaned as he drank and milked her, knowing that her panties were soaked with her excitement, an ache building there as the ache in her breasts turned into pleasure. She couldn’t watch him drink from her any longer, seeing his mouth around her tip and the way his throat worked to swallow it from her. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched even more. After what felt like an eternity of this sweet pleasure Desmond pulled away from his pet’s body, having drank his fill from both of her globes since the bottle had reached full long ago. Evelyn’s whole body was flushed with color, her skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat and her thighs sticky with her arousal. Desmond reached behind her and released her from the fabric bonds, watching in amusement as she fell onto her back with a yelp. He let her stretch her legs out from the bended position and rubbed her arms out, seeing that her panties were soaked through. With out warning Evelyn felt him lift her legs up by her ankles, his other hand going to the waist band of her panties and pulling on them, the wet panties being tossed off the bed and the lacey mini skirt following it quickly. Desmond grabbed one ankle in each hand, spreading her legs apart so he could see her slit. There was a small nest of dark curls on her mound, and he saw that her whole slit was shining from her excitement. He set down her legs and just looked at her, taking in the whole of her as she lay there, breathing a bit faster than normal. He lightly ran his finger tip over her pink, swollen petals, listening to the load moan it wrings from her throat. Her legs closed a bit to protect herself from the foreign feelings of being touched at her virgin mound. He chuckled a bit and easily nudged her legs apart again.

“Give me your hand.” She did as he asked, wondering what he was going to do. She didn’t have to wait long to find out as he made her cup her own cunt.

“Master…” He sshhh-ed her with a look and pressed her fingers against herself with more pressure.

“I want to watch you touch yourself pet. Just let your body tell you what to do.” He said in a deep, husky voice, using his hand to run her fingers over her pussy lips, waiting till she started to move her slim finger in her own. He pulled his hand away from her and wrapped his hand around his completely hard cock, using her juices and his own pre-cum to lubricate his shaft and stroked himself in time to Evelyn’s gentle caresses of her soft petals. He watched as her touches grew boulder, her fingers rubbing her lips and shyly venturing into the inner petals and brushing over her tight entrance where her juices were coming from. Desmond groaned as he squeezed his shaft while he stroked, cupping his balls and pinching the base of his cock. He watched hungrily as she closed her eyes and spread her legs wider, enjoying the looks of pleasure that crossed her face as she worked herself higher and higher. Evelyn grew more adventurous in her explorations and traced her pussy lips all the way around, her hips jerked and she cried out as her finger slipped and brushed across her clit. Her finger returned to the little nub and she started to rub it, moaning with almost every stroke and her hips rocking just a bit, her eyes closing tighter as the pleasure climbed higher and higher. He was pumping his cock hard and fast, grunting low in his throat as he grew closer to climax. Evelyn’s hips were arched off the bed as she tried to reach something, rubbing at her slit harder, feeling her juices running out of her and whining as the brink of knowledge lingered just out of her reach. There was a harsh, guttural moan from her master followed by what felt like a warm liquid had been squirted onto her belly. Evelyn looked down to see a thick, white goo on her flat belly, looking to her master and realizing that it was his cum on her body. He was panting slightly and had a look of delight on his face. Laying down he cuddled next to her, looking at her closely.

Desmond felt completely relaxed as the tension left his body with his climax, enjoying the sight of his seed on her flesh. As he looked up into her face he noticed that his slave had yet to cum. He dipped his fingers into the little puddle of his cum and then nudged her hand from her cunt, stroking her petals and slipping his fingers in-between her pussy lips and rubbed her clit with hard, skilled and deliberate strokes. Evelyn cried out as he touched her, her body wriggling so much that he rested his other hand on her stomach and held her down as he worked her clit into a hard little pearl, using her natural juices to protect her most delicate flesh from her abrasive finger tips. As much as he wanted to he didn’t push his finger into her entrance, instead gently pinching her clit and grinning in male pride as she finally cummed, her whole body arching and a rush of her juices coated his fingers. She panted for air as her eyes fought to stay open, her body ready to rest.

“Thank you Master…I’ve never felt this good before.” With a smile Desmond brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, groaning at how good her juices tasted. He leaned over to his slave, looking at her body covered with a light sheen of sweat with his seed smeared on her then kissing her on her forehead.

“Sleep little one, you need rest.” She gladly closed her eyes, her mind already half way into a deep sleep.

“Goodnight Master.” He watched as his pet fall asleep, running his fingers through her and dozing off to sleep himself.

“Goodnight pet.”

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