Patron (Long form version)

I released a piece earlier this week that was Sinder finding you at your home, after work one day... This is the full version of that microfiction.

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You lock your front door as you enter, and breathe a sigh of relief. Home at last, after a very long day. It is only when you hear footsteps that you turn to see them striding towards you. Eyes burning, horns seeming to rend the air with every step they take. “Welcome home, Human.” Sinder, your demonic patron, stands before you, looming in the gloom. In their presence, you can feel your mind begin to flood with fog. You open your mouth to speak, but at a hand raised from them, you feel your tongue grow heavy and useless. A single, elegant finger points to the floor, and you feel yourself dragged down to your knees. At this, a small smirk crosses their lips.

“Long day? Been through hell? Poor little human. You missed your tribute last night. And the night before. You’ve been a bad human. I’m here to collect.” They stop, seeing the look in your eye. “If- fuck. If you’re free, that is.” You nod, very gently, and the stern look reappears on their face. “Good. Right, let’s do away with these…” They wave a hand over your body, and your clothes land on the floor, folded neatly, and, turning, they beckon you to follow them, as they head towards the bedroom. You try to stand, but find a force stops you from rising to your feet.

They call over their shoulder, as they slink through the doorway. “If I wanted you to walk, I’d have said so. You can crawl, plaything.” Meekly, feeling the submission that their presence brings to your mind, you crawl, on your hands and knees. Feeling your mind grow weaker and weaker. How had you forgotten two days? Had you? It was so hard to remember anything right now. It was so much easier to just obey, and follow them to the bed, where they are sat, naked body bared to you.

As you reach them, they take your chin by the hand and drag you up to kneel before them, staring into their smouldering eyes. You can feel them burning away your thoughts, burning away any resistance. Your brain, already foggy, is now drowning in a mist of trance that continues to thicken, continues to get deeper and deeper, and you feel a relaxed pleasure seeping through your body.

“Okay, human. I’ll take your tribute. But, given that I’m here in person, I’m going to have some fun whilst I do, understand?” You nod, not sure where they’re going with this. “Well, puppet, let me just reach down…” Their hand goes to your sex, and you feel an energy flow into you. You feel lust, pleasure, an insatiable hunger course through your body. You try to control yourself. They smile, sweetly down at you. “Oh? What’s wrong human? Do yo-” You leap on them, the lust overcoming you. Passion swirling around the pair of you, as you sprawl onto the bed, entwined together. You feel the lust growing. The need rising within you. You can feel your sex pulsing, begging for attention, but their hands are clawing at your back, and their mouth is currently occupied with your own.

Each kiss just adds to your arousal.

Their fingers feel like pure ecstasy as their nails drag down your back.

You have no control.

You need no control.

Not when the lust is guiding you.

Telling you to ride them. You’re on top of them, you could… You could…

They laugh as you pull away from them. One hand between their legs, searching, fruitlessly, for their sex. “Oh? What’s that human? You wanted to fuck me? To use me? To ride me? And you thought you deserved that? After how bad you’ve been?” Their eyes glint mischievously. “Come on, puppet. Answer me. Did you think that I was going to let you fuck me?”

“I… I…” Your mind is still spinning, caught between the fog of trance and the burning lust, it’s hard to put a single thought together.

They gently push you back onto the floor, back onto your knees, laughing softly. “Silly me… Of course you weren’t thinking. You can’t think, can you? Can you? Nod or shake your head puppet.”

Your head moves up and down, obediently, and they laugh again.

“Well? Which is it? Yes, you can think? Or yes, you can’t think?”

You try to understand what they’re saying, but it feels so difficult to try to dredge any semblance of thought together. They put a finger to your lips, and absently, your mouth opens, and you begin sucking.

“Hush human, it’s okay. You don’t need to answer that. You can just suck, and sink for me. Of course you can’t think. But that’s okay. You don’t need to think. You just need to do as you’re told. Even if the lust inside you is making it so hard to sit still and behave.”

At the mention of your lust, you felt your body flush with pleasure, with need, even stronger than before. You went to rise, but they just pushed their finger deeper into your mouth, and you found yourself unable to move. Unable to get up. Only able to suck more needily on their finger. And as you sucked more and more, your mind felt emptier and emptier.

“Good… Good puppet. You just suck on my finger, and let me think.” They lapsed into silence for a moment, letting your desperate moans fill the air. “Okay. Got it. First, I’m going to have to give myself a fresh canvas to work with… But you don’t mind, do you?” They bring their other hand down to your sex again, and after a moment, you feel… Nothing. Just skin, between your legs.

The lust hasn’t gone anywhere. The desperate need is still there, currently being channelled through your mouth, and into their finger. You’re dimly aware of them chanting something in a language you don’t understand, but it isn’t important to listen to that. All that matters is sucking and doing as you are told.

After a while. Or maybe an hour. You can’t tell time anymore, their finger withdraws, and moves between their legs. Your mouth eagerly follows, only to be surprised by the cock that has grown there, and as it grows, you feel a cock bursting from between your legs too. Hard, throbbing with arousal. It feels so good that you almost can’t contain the pleasure. Somehow, you keep yourself together.

Their finger is resting on your forehead, your eager mouth is inches from their cock, and the smell is making it even harder to focus on anything but the never-ending ocean of lust that’s growing inside you, but the finger holds you there. Frozen, unable to move. Only able to look and let the arousal swell.

“Now puppet, let me show you what’s going to be happening here, before you get to work…” They take one hand, and softly, delicately wrap it around their cock. As they do, you feel a phantom hand grip yours. They begin to move their hand, and as they do, they move the finger holding your head back, just a little bit. You’re closer now, and your tongue can lap eagerly at the head of their dick. As it touches, you feel the same happen to yourself, and a needy whine escapes your open lips. They cackle at the sound. “Oh yes puppet. I’m expecting you to keep going. You’re going to make us both cum, and then, if you’re good… You can do it again. How does that sound?”

You can’t answer. Your mouth is occupied, and your brain doesn’t want to function anyway. You just want to keep licking and sucking away, bringing the both of you pleasure. Their hand runs fondly through your hair, and they laugh. “Oh, puppet, I think it sounds great, and I think that you don’t think, isn’t that right?” Their hand in your hair tightens, holding your head still, and gently nodding it. It’s true. You don’t think. Not right now. You just obey. You just give pleasure. A good puppet for them.

And the pleasure is growing, you can feel it surging. Filling your body and mind and flowing down into the new cock between your legs. A new need is growing within you. The need to cum. A desperate tugging at the back of your mind, that’s growing stronger with every movement of your mouth on their dick.

You can feel something external feeding that need. It feels so good. Their moans are filling your ears, their hands are gripping your hair. You can feel their cock throbbing in your mouth. You can taste their pre-cum, sweet, and delicious. As you swallow, it just feeds your lust more. You can feel the pressure building within you and know that they are feeling the same. The pair of you are on the precipice, you can barely manage to keep sucking, but you keep going, you must obey.

Together, you cum. Moans intertwined as a monument to the ecstasy you both feel. Their load hits the back of your throat, but you don’t gag, you swallow their sweet, sweet cream, like it was the best drink you’d ever drunk; as the orgasm continues to rip through your body, you can feel the pleasure being absorbed by them, can feel the ties that bind you together growing stronger. It feels so good to serve, to submit, to offer your pleasure as tribute.

As you both start to come down from the high of orgasm, their hand is still lazily stroking through your hair. They look down at you, a gentle smile crossing their lips. Their skin seems to be a deeper shade of crimson, and their horns look like they’ve grown a little longer. “Mmm, okay human, that was delightful, wasn’t it?” they say. You nod, mind still a little fuzzy.

They pull you onto the bed, arms holding you tight. “Right, puppet, listen to my voice as I count you back up, out of trance…” They let you relax onto your back as they begin to count, and once they’ve finished, your mind feels so much clearer.

For a while, you both lie there, sharing and enjoying each other’s warmth. But eventually, Sinder sits up, arching their back, their wings flapping gently. “Now, human… I think you missed two days of tribute, didn’t you?” You nodded, still enjoying the post orgasmic bliss that filled your body. “Good, honesty is good, isn’t it? Well, I’m going to get you off this time, you did so well that I think you deserve that. And, well… I’m not in the mood to suck a cock.” Their hand traced down your stomach, to the dick that still hung between your legs. “Let me just alter this, shall I?” You feel the heat of their power flowing into your crotch, and you feel the penis shrinking, rapidly. Before you know it, a pussy has formed in its place. They smile, hungrily. “Much better. Now then… I might be the one getting you off here, but I don’t want you to think that you’re the one in control, so let’s see… Yes. I’d tell you to hold on, but it’d be pointless. Just try not to squirm too much.”

They place one hand on your chest, and you feel yourself locked to that hand. As they lift the hand, they lift you with it, as effortlessly as if you were simply a doll. They walk to a clear bit of the room, still holding you up in the air, and then they withdraw their hand. You’re left there, hovering above them. You go to move your arm, but they catch your wrist. “No, no, no human… I told you not to squirm. Sorry, I should have been clearer. You’re not allowed to move. You’re going to take all the pleasure I can give you. And you’re not going to cum until I allow it, understood?”

You nod your head, once, and they smile. “Good. Well. I’m not going to take any chances… So how about this?” Their hands go to either side of your waist, and you feel heat and energy flowing up your body, into your arms and legs, up your neck, into your head. You feel all of your limbs locked into place but what feels like a vice. You couldn’t begin to think of moving. As the energy moves through your body, it begins to concentrate, just above your pussy. You feel Sinder blow on your clit and have to stifle a gasp of pleasure as the sensitivity causes your eyes to roll.

They laugh and take a step closer. “Okay human, don’t worry. We’re both going to enjoy this.”