Chapter 2

Inside her chamber, Satan sits up and rises from her half-slumber. She herself didn't need sleep, but she humors herself as she didn't have anything to do. Yesterday was quite the event. Heh, a God has fallen far enough to have a slave. What a twisted of fate.

She has embraced the title of Satan, the polar opposite of what she was. The demeanor she bore right now is a way of her to tell all that she is no longer a kind deity. Maybe she's trying to convince someone that God has perished. That someone... well, it hasn't been determined.

Her unique set of eyes traced the bed. Red ablaze from the color of the quilt, in contrast to the white and black tiled floor. It has been hours from the moment she decorated her chamber. While the rest of the building are made from stone and wood, emitting a traditional aura; this chamber of hers is what you call 'modern'.

Right in the center, a huge carpet in the shade of dark red is placed. Atop of it is the slave she got; slumbering like a hedgehog.

Satan chuckled to herself, what a cute creature. Even in sleep, she is afraid of her. She took a whiff of air, and is delighted by the fragrant smell.

The scent of fear is always the best perfume one can have.

Satan gazes at her for a long time, tracing each curves; noting every shiver, every twitch. She laps her lips before grinning. The bed creaks as she put her long, toned legs down. The chill in the tile has met her naked feet, and she couldn't help but have some thought to use the ice cold tile for some... entertaintment.

She strides silently to that cute little 'pet' she own, her tail swayed right and left. Once she's there, she yanks her slave's blonde hairs; startles her awake as her eyes tightly shut in pain. Her mouth opens up like it was trying to wail. But the sound coming out was like those of a creaked door who never been oiled well.

"Hm?" She brings her head closer, her other hand forces the jaw open as she looked deep inside her mouth.

"Ho~ To think that you are actually mute. Well, we can't have that. How else would I enjoy your symphony of despair?"

A long sharp tipped tongue makes it way out from between her lips. It wiggles and laps the skin of her slave. A hum of approval; indeed one's beauty is a feast. Not for only the eyes but a literal feast. This exquisite taste... Fufu~

Satan's tongue forces it ways to her mouth. That unnatural piece of muscle is licking every inch inside the slave's oral. Even their tongue are tangled together; dancing hard to the rhythm of their heartbeats (well, at least the mortal's heartbeat. it isn't evidence yet whether the fallen deity has a heart).

All the while, Satan keep her smirk on her face. It widens as she extends the tip all the way to the base of her throat and tracing a little circle. A mark of some sort; in the shape of 'S' in the middle of a circle; appears at the place she traced with her tongue. The ritual was accompanied of many chocking throat---Truly, it's like a melody from a famous musician deity to her ears.

Satan frees the poor slave and retreats her tongue and her grips. The slave slumps down, holding her neck as she gasps for air. Tears prickles the corner of her eyes; yet it didn't fall, only lingering there and glistening under the light of the chandelier inside. Or maybe, is it from the sunlight?

Nah, nothing's worth pondering over that.

"How's my kiss, little kitten? Savory, isn't it~" she teases.

The woman didn't reply and only quivering while maintaining her slumping position. She hides her face beneath the long golden locks.

Satan hums to herself, "I don't like it when you hide your face. Your beauty is something I own, and I shall feast my eyes with it. Raise, raise your head."

Moments passed and she still doesn't face her.

Her dragonic wings spread out, casting shadows to the quivering human. It gives her a plus to her dominering vessel.

"I said raise your head! Your body, your will... You're mine and you shall do what I say!"

The poor woman still holds her head down, facing the red carpet as her tears stain the once unblemished crimson. Her curtain of beautiful golden messily draped over her face and shoulder, continuing to trembles along with every breath and silent hiccups.

This foolish behavior arouses Satan's anger more. A pet should follow the master's order, is what she believes. This string of words was picked up by her from the roaming abomination she once called, her people.

From the shadow she emits, a hand made from the very same substance rises from the floor, yanking the beauty's hair up. Satan slowly smiles as she looks at her. The tears streaming down from her eyes, glistening her cheeks like some kind of glow-up magic, maybe it was the trick of the light but Satan knew the tears truly suit her.

Even her red, almost puffy eyes are quite endearing in its own way. It works like a blush, Satan mulls to herself.

"Beautiful. Truly beautiful. That fool has given what I think is the best pet, suited for me."

She took a whiff of the air and laughs airily at the mixed emotion from her pet.

"Come, my pet. Come here," she commands to her.

The trembling woman crawls to her feet as each of her limps trembles. She hasn't eat since last week and the turbulence of emotion she experienced has taken a toll on her body; making her weak. Well, it doesn't change much seeing that even if she ate as much as she can and have a vigorous training, it will still like an ant in front of Satan, and that was putting it lightly.

The tail of Satan encircles her neck, tightening without breaking it, just enough to make Lilia's wheezing. Satan easily raised her, up to her feet, and even above. Hanging her like some sort of Teri Teru Bozu.

It is instinct of those who bears life to struggle against threat, and the poor woman isn't any different. Clawing desperately at the hard and scaly tail, knowing that it was didn't do anything. Futile. A waste of energy.

"Now now, is that any manner drilled into you? I have repaired your vocal cord, you should thank me instead of clawing at my magnificent tail. Ungrateful mortal..."

"But, I, being the merciful Satan of your world, will teach you. Now, say: Thank you. Got it? T-H-A-N-K Y-O-U."

Satan has so much fun, truly. After all, it was like teasing a kitten. Quite amusing.

With rasped voice, Lilia said,

"...th...nk-..y..u."

"Hm... it wasn't good but it's at least you are obedient."

The villain smirk on her face grew. A glint of something dangerous flickers on her eyes, as if a wolf toying with its injured prey.

"But I have to give you some education... thoroughly," is what she said as her eyes flickered to between her legs.

"Let's start."

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I'm.... alive....

Sorry for the suuuuuuuuuper late update. Truthfully, I got so engrossed in my other idea of writing that I.... forgot to write this one. I'm back because I was 'oh? webnovel? OH FUCK-" and then "...What is this story about again?" and etc. I got some idea and was in the mood to write so here it is!

it was short, I know. my apologies but I need to cut it there so I can ask for opinion.

and that is.

Futanari

or

Not

I got idea for both but I'm more inclined to futanari, just so I can torture Lilia more. MRUAHAHAHA

....got a bit carried.

Well, if you supported one of the choices, comment on the word you choose. If you got some interesting idea just comment! I'll gladly read it!

Peace!