“Oh my God, you scared me,” Lorelai said in almost a whisper. “Hey, do you know where El is?”
“Getting dressed,” Loreal said. It liked Lorelai’s dark eyes and hid a shy smile behind the pillow. “She’s taking me on my morning walk before breakfast.”
“Oh, that’s nice,” Lorelai said. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She yawned, and Loreal sat up with an idea.
“Hey, could you do me a favor?” Loreal asked. Lorelai looked at her suspiciously. Loreal looked at her with gray eyes full of energy and clarity.
“What kind of favor?” Lorelai asked slowly.
“When El comes back, would you tell her I woke you up because I was being noisy?” Loreal asked. It liked and respected Lorelai, so it didn’t want to wake her, but it still wanted to be punished. “Pretty please?”
“Any particular reason why?” Lorelai asked, though she had a tone like she knew.
“I like it when she’s bad to me,” Loreal said with a mischievous grin, like a Cheshire cat. It giggled like it was a funny secret, and Lorelai raised her brows but nodded her head as if she understood. Lorelai laid back down, thinking she would oblige, so she could get a little more rest while El was out with the dog.
El came back all dolled up in makeup and jewelry, her long hair tamed but still luxurious, wearing white heels. She wore her tiara, a black spiked crown with red jewels, and had matched her makeup and jewelry to it. She still wore her transparent dress over her lingerie, but she was the King, so she could wear whatever she wanted wherever she wanted as far as everyone was concerned – not that anyone minded. She was a sight to behold, but frowned at Loreal when she noticed Lorelai was awake. She gave Lorelai a kiss.
“Good morning, my Queen,” El cooed at her in her silver voice. “How did you sleep?”
“Better than I’ve slept in years, honestly,” Lorelai told her. “The dog woke me up, though. It was being noisy.” El looked over at Loreal unhappily.
“You can’t do the one thing I ask you?” El asked, sounding irritated. Loreal looked away but couldn’t hold back a smile. “Oh, you think that’s funny?”
“No, Master,” Loreal said, looking at El again. Her expression was scary, observant, and calculated. Loreal felt hot all over and tried not to think about how arousing it was so as not to break into a smile again. “It was an accident.”
“I’ve told you a thousand times that I don’t tolerate excuses,” El said. She pointed to the door leading out of the room. Lorelai watched the whole exchange curiously. “Go fetch your own leash. You’ve been a bad dog.”
Loreal got off the bed slowly and tried to look sad, even though it had gotten exactly what it wanted. It walked looking down at the ground until it was right next to El, where she stood beside the bed. It looked at her with its biggest puppy eyes, and El crossed her arms.
“Now,” she ordered. Loreal left, walking just a little faster. El’s command filled Loreal with restless energy, so it ran down the hall until it felt it was far enough away from the master bedroom. The leash was in the dressing room, and Loreal knew exactly what spot it was in last. El always left the leash in different spots and would test Loreal on its location at random sometimes. She would reprimand Loreal physically when it took too long to return, or when she caught it cheating, so Loreal had learned how to look for subtle clues every time she passed the dressing room between walks when El wasn’t looking. It also knew how many seconds it took for El to get irritated, so it lingered in the hallway, counting to itself until it was just a few seconds before El would become cross. It wanted to make her mad, but not too mad. It entered the bedroom and presented the leash to El, who sat on the foot of the bed and looked at her pet with a displeased expression.
“You’re getting very close to my nerves, Loreal,” El said. She stood up and took the leash from Loreal, hooking the loop onto its collar. Lorelai had fallen back asleep, or at least had her eyes closed, pretending to be. “Lorelai is going to rest while we walk because you’ve interrupted her sleep like I politely asked you not to. I’ll discipline you outside.”
“Your mistake was asking me politely,” Loreal said, quietly, but not just loud enough for El to hear.
“What did you just say to me?” El asked. “I hope I heard you wrong.”
“I didn’t say anything, Master,” Loreal said, smitten with her angry voice.
“You better not have,” El said sternly. “Let’s go.”
Loreal followed El by its leash, walking close to her while they descended an obsidian spiral staircase to the first floor. The entire castle was made of obsidian, and Loreal thought often about how El said its hair reminded her of her favorite walls of the castle, how dark and mysterious they were, like they held secrets she may never learn. The morbid and strange fascinated El and Loreal was a morbid and strange person. Lorelai had morbid energy to her too, and Loreal could see why El liked her enough not to kill her when she was Summoned. El was very particular about her tastes and had held out on transforming a bride for years until her intuition told her it was a perfect match. She had done the same with Loreal, picking it specifically out of all the pets in the shelter after an array of rejected candidates. Everyone had been dying to be owned by the King, but she had chosen Loreal, and the pet was forever grateful to her for the perfect life it would always live in the castle.
It was a perfect day outside. The sky was Loreal’s favorite shade of red, deep like wine with a hint of purple, and the bats were out today which Loreal smile. It loved the bats and thought they were so cute. El looked at Loreal over her shoulder, thinking it looked a little too happy, but finding its expression of enjoyment adorable. It was hard to stay mad at Loreal when it looked so sweet, but Loreal didn’t always wake up and act out right away, so it had to be disciplined when it did. Loreal wondered what lesson El would teach it today and practically skipped when it walked.
El took her pet to a private garden behind the castle. Large hedges thirty feet tall encircled the garden, and there was one opening which El led Loreal through. Inside were black butterflies with blue reflective under-wings, fluttering above various red flowers that grew off wiry brambles with sharp black thorns. The grass was dark and soft. The healthiest grass grew in the King’s section of Hell, and Loreal was lucky to roll around in it every day on its walks. It loved the feeling of the grass. Some Demons would never know what grass felt like, so Loreal relished the privilege to touch it at every chance. El did not let Loreal off the leash right away and tugged on it to signal Loreal it needed to stand back up. The two stood facing each other.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Loreal?” El asked.
“I want to touch the grass,” Loreal said, purposefully dodging the issue at hand.
“I’m talking about your bad behavior,” El said sternly.
“Hm,” Loreal said, thinking. She looked at El coyly. “It wasn’t that bad, though. Lorelai isn’t mad, so I don’t see the problem.” El slapped Loreal hard across her face. Her nails came to points and drew red slash marks across Loreal’s cheek. It stung badly enough to bring tears to Loreal’s eyes, and its jaw ached with the impact. Loreal felt its knees weaken, the desire to push El’s buttons already leaving its mind. Loreal felt a tight feeling in its shorts and shuddered as the wave of pain coursed through its whole body, turning into a sense of pleasure that had Loreal ready to give that pleasure back.
“You disobeyed me, that’s the point you’re failing to see,” El said. Loreal broke into a grin. Its hands trembled, wanting to touch its face to feel the damage El had done. “Get that smile off your face when I’m talking to you.” Loreal dropped its smile but still looked at El with a lustful glimmer in its eyes.
“On your knees,” El commanded. Loreal immediately followed orders, sneaking glances at El’s underwear, already imagining the piercings on El’s cock tearing up her throat with desperate anticipation. “I won’t make you apologize because I can tell you aren’t sorry. Instead, you can do something useful with your smart mouth and please me.”
“Yes, Master,” Loreal said. El lifted the bottom of her dress up to her waist and Loreal pulled down El’s underwear, revealing her magnificent cock, which glittered with all its piercings. Her cock was charged up already, as the air in Hell was filled with noxious chemicals that made it easy for anyone of any sex to become easily aroused, especially when confronted with passionate emotions like love or anger. Loreal wanted to taste it, to see whether it was love, anger, or both that filled her cock with so much passion.
Loreal took just a few inches in its mouth, to give it space to play with the piercings and the warmth of the shaft on its tongue. El sighed pleasurably and took up Loreal’s braids in her hand while it cooled her cock down with its tongue. El twisted its braids together and held them both with one hand, placing the other on the back of Loreal’s head. With the proper leverage, El jammed her cock down Loreal’s throat. Loreal choked on it and grabbed El’s thighs.
“Breathe through your nose, baby,” El told her pet. Loreal did as it was told, and El took Loreal’s cooperation as an invitation to use her throat as she liked. Loreal could barely breathe as El thrust in and out of her, holding it close and tight by its hair. Loreal didn’t need to breathe if it meant satisfying its Master, and it felt itself swell with lust underneath its shorts. Loreal couldn’t help but reach in to touch itself. It was an ambiguously sexed individual, sporting a tight opening under a small but visible cock. Loreal’s entrance was slick with cum, triggered by its strange fixation on being abused, and its cock was hard enough to hurt a little.
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