El removed herself from Loreal’s throat. Loreal fell backward onto the grass, splaying out its arms, feeling like it had served a great purpose. El stepped on Loreal’s chest with her heel, applying enough pressure to be inconvenient but not hurt. Yet.
“You’ve been so naughty this morning,” El said. “It’s pathetic how you behave sometimes, and I pity you. Always so needy for my attention, you poor thing.” El moved her heel from Loreal’s stomach to its throat instead, pushing on Loreal’s windpipe as much as she could without crushing it. The view from underneath El was so lovely Loreal felt itself drool, but missed its mouth when it went to wipe up. It let out a delirious giggle, thinking about how it really was just a dumb dog. El could keep it there forever on the brink of unconsciousness, and every second it would continue to be thankful.
Just before blacking out, El took her heel off Loreal’s throat. As Loreal drew in a fresh breath, El bent down to remove Loreal’s shorts. It had no underwear on, El usually had Loreal go without, and El lifted Loreal’s legs. She put two fingers in Loreal’s tight entrance, maneuvering her fingers in a way that prevented her nails from scratching up Loreal’s insides. Loreal wouldn’t have minded, but El cared about it more than it cared about itself sometimes, which was why El was Master. Loreal trusted her with its soul, even if it was Demon’s soul and questionable in its very nature.
El replaced her fingers with the tip of her cock. Loreal moaned as she worked her cock inside of it, taking in the size. Loreal always thought its hole was too small to take all of El’s cock, but Hell and Loreal’s own degenerate mind kept it lubricated with anticipation. El always somehow stuffed herself all the way inside of it, even when Loreal thought no more would go in. She went inch by inch with Loreal, making it squirm beneath her until it was comfortable, then adding another inch to watch Lorelai squirm again. Loreal whimpered, its body quivering as El stretched out its insides in ways only she could make them stretch. It hurt Loreal’s stomach, but Loreal only hoped it was a cozy fit for the King, who deserved only the best. El was possessive of her most cherished and beautiful objects, and if she didn’t feel the same about Loreal, she would have gotten rid of it years ago. El could do anything she wanted to it, and Loreal would treasure her every time she touched it, regardless of whether she was sweet or sour. It felt like a treasure itself to be ravished on the grass, and El’s moans were so lovely they attracted the butterflies. A couple rested on El’s tiara, fashioned to stay on her head even as her body danced with the passionate movements of brutal love. Loreal thought she looked like a goddess, and it moved a needy hand from where it grabbed at the grass to touch its cock, which was only a few inches and extremely sensitive. Just one touch drove Loreal wild, and its insides tightened around El’s cock as it peaked in its journey of pleasure, panting in ecstasy. El pushed herself deeper into Loreal, relishing the snug feeling around her cock, and Loreal moaned loudly as it came. El grabbed the wrist of the hand Loreal pleasured itself with and pinned the hand to the ground next to it.
“What do you say after you cum?” El asked her pet.
“Thank you, Master,” Loreal said, out of breath.
“Good girl,” El said, scratching Loreal gently under its chin. Loreal giggled and used its other free hand to guide El’s hand to its mouth so it could lick her fingers. “Aren’t you just the cutest little mongrel?” Loreal nibbled on El’s fingers with its sharp teeth. El brushed and sharpened them daily for Loreal, and Loreal was proud of them. It was always eager to use them whenever it had the opportunity. “It’s so hard to stay mad at you when you’re so cute.”
“Can I tell you a secret?” Loreal asked.
“Please. I like it when you tell me your secrets, naughty girl.” Loreal giggled. It wrapped its legs lovingly around El’s waist, enjoying the warmth of her still inside its cunt.
“I told Lorelai to lie to you, so you’d be mad at me,” Loreal admitted. El seemed pleasantly surprised.
“Aw, already corroborating with the Queen behind my back?” she commented. Loreal nodded with a smile. El slapped Loreal’s other cheek, which stung even more than the first side, but gave it a kiss afterward. Loreal sighed in relief and hugged El around her neck. Loreal was a rather clingy person, but El responded well to clinginess because of her own possessive nature. El showered Loreal in kisses, gently moving her cock inside of it. Loreal hugged her tighter, in love with the feeling, even though her insides felt raw.
“Puppy loves you,” Loreal whispered in El’s ear. Loreal nipped at El’s chin and El played with Loreal’s braids. Its black hair looked enchanting between El’s fingers and under her diamond-studded nails.
“Master loves you, too, my rowdy puppy dog,” El whispered back. Loreal giggled and El giggled with her. She finally removed her cock from Loreal, who could feel its own cum dripping out of it, and El made a circular motion with her pointer finger. Loreal knew the signal and turned over to get on its hands and knees. El reinserted her cock, but this time in Loreal’s asshole, which had been ready for her after Loreal had reached its orgasm. El always used every hole of Loreal’s, its mouth, cunt, and ass, so its body had become conditioned to expect all three any time El engaged with it sexually. It made Loreal feel worth its weight in gold.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Loreal exclaimed. The sudden feeling of taking something so big inside of something so small electrified Loreal, like its brain was being plugged into a high-voltage outlet, the shock bringing equal pleasure as it did pain. El grabbed the loop of Loreal’s leash and yanked it back, choking Loreal by its collar while she made herself comfortable in Loreal’s tightest space. Loreal’s eyes rolled back into its head and it lost itself in the submissive pleasure of being pounded into without a say in the matter. El hit a spot inside of Loreal’s ass that made all its hairs stand on end, and it came through moans broken up by the collar pressing hard against its neck, interrupting its airflow. El let the leash go slack and Loreal drew in deep breaths, its vision blurring for a moment. It became difficult to hold up its arms, but it kept up what strength it had to stay up so El could finish.
“Thank you, Master,” Loreal said, since it had cum.
“You’re very welcome, baby,” El said. “Now, open your mouth, please.”
Loreal did as it was told and El wrapped the leash around Loreal’s head, including between its teeth. El secured the leash behind Loreal’s head with a knot. The leash didn’t cover Loreal’s mouth because it was simply for Loreal to bite down on. El grabbed either side of Loreal’s hips and anchored it to her, retracing her cock so all of it except the head was outside of Loreal before putting it back in with force. She continued these grand motions, repeatedly filling and leaving Loreal, getting faster after every other thrust. Loreal bit down on the leash, but drooled all over it. The creature’s brain felt fried, but El was moaning more the harder she swung herself into it, so Loreal couldn’t help but feel pleasure too. Loreal came with El when it finally happened, because knowing it satisfied its Master was the reason it could sleep peacefully every night. Loreal was more in love with El every day, and it missed her the second she took her cock away. There would be more cock in the future, but sometimes Loreal wished it would go on forever.
El caught her breath while Loreal lay cozy on the grass, feeling used for its proper purpose. Loreal’s eyes were closed, and a smile ran from ear to ear on its face. It heard El put her underwear back on and adjust her dress back into place. El put Loreal’s shorts back on for it and coaxed her pet back into a sitting position. El untied the leash from Loreal’s head and sat in front of it. The two exchanged butterfly kisses with their noses. Loreal scooted closer to El in hopes she would embrace it, and sure enough, she gathered her pet into her arms and cuddled it close. El pet Loreal’s hair and sighed contentedly.
“My perfect pet,” El said. Loreal let out a small bark and giggled. El kissed the top of its head. “Now, can you walk or does Master need to carry you home?”
“Carry me?” Loreal asked, looking up at its Master with big eyes.
“Carry me what?” El asked patiently.
“Carry me, please, Master?” Loreal tried again. El gladly obliged and picked up her pet under its legs and back like she had carried it to the dressing room. Loreal squealed happily.
“Cutie,” El commented. “I’ll run you a bath at home with bubbles how you like.”
“You’re the best Master ever,” Loreal said. It was looking forward to the aftercare, which included a hot bath, teeth brushing, nail clipping, and another round of hair brushing. El took meticulous care of her pet, but Loreal would always cherish the moments when El wasn’t so gentle. It made her kindness seem all the more merciful – not that mercy was that attractive in Hell. Loreal touched the side of its face, feeling the risen scars where El’s nails had scratched it. Loreal sighed, feeling sentimental, and decided it would behave until tomorrow, when it would be ready for a rough touch once again.
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