My maker and Master and god II +18

Standard disclaimer applies: This story contains fictional depictions of erotic and vulgar scenarios, so if it's immoral for you to be reading it, please avoid it! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life situations is entirely coincidental.

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—Mira

It was when we were speaking one day that I suddenly took a shocked breath.

The feeling that crossed me was not nearly as terrible as the feeling of endless hunger from before, but it was stunning.

It demanded my attention, although it was tolerable too. I could survive it if it came over me when I was busy walking with him or doing something else.

But the other problem was that the walls of mirrors quite suddenly shot up before I could fight or anticipate them, and I felt lost, swept in a whirlwind of that madness.

Master turned me over to face him with a speculative look, and I tilted my head with a wicked little smile. He chuckled. "So I receive warning, and you don't seem to. Your scent grows more intense until it's impossible to ignore, little one."

"I should hate to be ignored by my god and Master." Smoke left my lips, a visible spark of it in the air and behind his face danced those black pinwheels of fairy protection.

They loved him, like they should, and danced around his short hair like a crown fitting a deity.

"Your worship of me might go to my head and annoy other vampires one day, little one. Let's see. First, let's make sure you mind your manners, even in this state." He stood while he talked, and I extended my fangs just to feel them, liking how they made me feel like a kitten baring its claws. "Ask me for what you need. Be polite and civil about it."

Civil? That was no fun of him. I pouted my lips but obeyed. "Will you please feed me, Master?"

"Good girl." He cooed it, a smile turning his lips upwards while he undressed. "Now, roll over with your face down and your ass up." I grinned when the smoke left his mouth and formed chains around my arms and legs.

It was wondrous to watch because I felt no substance against my limbs and yet, they moved at his command until I was on my hands and knees with my ass to him, lifted up in offering while my p*ssy turned wetter by the second. "Such an obedient little succubus. Open up for me."

My body followed that command in two ways while I moaned with ecstasy. My legs spread wide for him, but so did my s*x.

I tilted my head so I could watch as the smoke of Compulsion filled me between my legs. I could feel my p*ssy quiver, then widen, expanding to take him until it gaped open, and I moaned with the sensation.

I felt his hands grip my waist, his thumbs on my ass, and I turned my gaze to his face to see him staring down at whatever it looked like, his eyes dark with fiery excitement.

That other creature inside of him swirled hungrily, and I shivered, dying for the magic they both held.

He slapped my ass and I soared into a dark place. "Oh, yes, Master!" He slapped again at the sound of my cry and stroked his fingers up my p*ssy, pulling them away drenched.

His smile was satisfied, and I curved my body to let him see more, knowing it would entice him to fill me and feed me.

He growled in response and fell on me, though like last time he went slowly, torturously so.

He pressed inside while breathing deep, even breaths of control, and I felt myself widen even more, felt him have to fight to press his way inside of me. "Please! Oh, please!" I struggled for more, but he held me still, cooing over me again.

His words came out thick with the other creature inside of him, making him into even more of the god I loved. "Nice and easy, little girl. Daddy knows what you need, and you were a good girl to tell him."

I arched with a cry, with that feeling from when he spanked me before. It was a strange sensation of being lashed with a flogger or a whip of sharp pleasure.

My p*ssy pulsed around him, and I shook all over, as if falling into an abyss where the madness dissipated just a little.

"Yes, Master! Please, more, Master, please."

But there was no more to take. He was finally as far as he could go and I let out an endless cry when my body contracted around him, holding us together while he leaned forward to hold me down with a hand on the back of my neck.

The hunger went away almost instantly, and the sensation of being flooded with energy and power filled me as full as he did.

It was wonderful, so intense that I merely existed on a wave of delight for a moment while he hummed above me, and I was grateful to him.

And then there was the exact moment when I could take no more magic and my body relaxed, soothed around him.

I took shaky breaths of his scent with my face to his blankets, whimpering with satisfaction.

"Good girl." He pumped into me, and I gasped, loving the sensation of being used, of taking him when he was so big that it was cruel. "Such a good girl and with such polite submission. But you need something else too, don't you?"

I moaned helplessly, and he chuckled, that black creature rolling through his voice. "You need a little bit of something... depraved, don't you?"

He drew the word out while his nails scored down my back, leaving the most delicious trails as they opened my flesh, and it healed back instantly. "Maybe you would like this."

I opened my eyes and tilted my head to watch him suck two fingers into his mouth, lubricating them, and then he lowered them back

And I shouted in bliss when he pressed them to my asshole. My back stiffened with the shock when he speared into me, laughing darkly behind me. "Oh, please! Oh, yes, more!"

"More? Oh, but can't you tell, baby? I can't give you more. You're all stuffed full with my thick c*ck inside you and a couple of fingers in your asshole. There's no room left."

Every profane word satisfied some need in me, and it felt like the madness was being beaten into submission. I clawed at the blankets like a wild thing.

"The only place with room left is that mouth of yours. Maybe you should fill it with your own fingers since you're so desperate. Daddy shouldn't have to do all the work."

Oh, yes! Mindlessly, I obeyed, sucking three fingers between my lips and moaning when he thrust his c*ck inside of me, working his fingers out of my asshole only to drive them back in.

He growled with heat while he watched, and I answered in the language of animals, with a submissive whine around my fingers.

I lifted and f*cked myself back on him in need even though I couldn't make him go harder.

His other hand wrapped around me and he stroked a finger across my clit and I screamed around my fingers, going off with hot bliss.

He moaned and rode out his own climax, pumping me full of his seed with soft pants of pleasure.

When he fell away beside me, he rolled me into his arms to meet my gaze, studying it. "There we are. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the fun little crazy antics, but I rather like the coherent conversations more. There's more of your personality in them."

I grinned and nuzzled close. I was rather glad he seemed to like my personality, whatever it was becoming.

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