Who owns you?
Added 2021-08-04 16:45:15 +0000 UTCAnother Sinder piece. Includes a bit of sadism, some masochism. A bit of light hypno. I just can't write enough of this demon!
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You know what comes next. The runes are carved into each bedpost, and the candle at the foot of the bed was burning lower, and lower. As it begins to sputter, and die, a new light, an unearthly red glow bursts into being above the bed. A being lands on top of you, straddling you.
“Awh, pet, you remembered! Well done human.” The fire in their eyes was burning into your mind, burning away your thoughts as you tried to think of something witty to respond, but failed utterly. Their wings unfurled from their back as they stretched.
Their eyes haven’t left your own, you can’t stop looking. You don’t want to, your desire’s taken control. You can feel their will overpowering your own. The silhouette of their horns cut through the glow that fills the room as they come closer to you, kissing you.
Each kiss is a taste of sweet oblivion. Your mind is melting under the pleasure of their presence, as their tongue steals into your mouth, tasting you. They moan. “Mmm, you taste so good pet. Do you want more pleasure?” They sit back up, looking back into your eyes.
You nod, mindless, agreeing, silently begging for more. They laugh, and rake their claws down your chest. Not enough to tear the flesh, but it fills you with pain, that so quickly transforms into pleasure. A sweet addictive pleasure. “More?” They ask.
You nod again, and they pout. “Oh no human. Convince me that you want it. Beg, pet.”
Your mouth opens, and you can’t tell what words you are saying. A mixture of desperate pleas and promises to be their good pet. Finally, they put a finger to your lips. Silencing you.
“Okay. But only because you asked so nicely…” The fingernail grows, becoming a claw once more, and runs, exquisitely, down your chest. Your moan is long, and blissful. They laugh once more. “That’s right pet. Who owns you?”
“You do, Sinder.”
