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Grace finds it strange to be whole again. Broken, fractured, psyche in tatters— pieces vying for power or none at all. Swaying between utter devotion and pure hatred, lustful desire and abject disgust. Being the girl she once was—eighteen, devastated, anxious—and the subservient pet perpetually dripping at the thought of his attention and abuse. A beast, crouching in the bushes, watching both with a dripping maw and blood red eyes, demanding she take for herself. All three somehow merging, shaking hands, swirled together into a single being.
And oh, to be whole again after so long, watching Leon, watching her master, deep in sleep, having not stirred for hours since he fucked her until she passed out. Since he ate her out while she choked herself on his dick and then fed him his cum. They finally kissed for the first time since he stole her away. It makes her giddy, chest filling with butterflies, pulse racing. Her beloved master, her bastard of a kidnapper, looking at her with such filthy, deranged devotion that only mirrors her own.
Leon looks so calm in his slumber, neck marred by her fangs, veins inflamed, red, upraised, lids fluttering with his eye movements in deep sleep, mouth parted with breaths. She wants to wrap her hands around the thickness of his neck, watch the blood fill his cheeks then dissipate, his chest heave and sputter while she fucks him. Grace wants to see him struggle, brow furrowed in pain, gasping for air, skin broken by her own palms, claw marks on his back. Scratch up those thick, muscled thighs while she overstimulates that massive, thick length of his with her tongue. Kiss it until he's bucking up off the bed in desperation.
Master is asleep and he won't be waking up any time soon. The beast in her head assures her of this, tells her to take what she wants. That beast is just her, instincts heightened, attuned to the flow of his blood and the beat of his heart. The rot that no longer flows in his veins, replaced by one of her own making. Master is hers to do what she wants with and fuck if she's going to have any self control about it. Leon never does. The bed sheets shift as she moves, dragging herself from where she was half laying next to him to straddle his chest.
"Master…" she calls to him though he won't answer, "You look so delicious like this. Beneath me. All defenseless and open. Mmm… starting to see why you like me like that." Grace cups his cheeks, claws out on full display, fangs bared as she forces his jaw open. His breath is hot, steady, heavy with the smell of him as she leans down to lick at his tongue. Her fangs catch his bottom lip, sinking in, spilling blood that she greedily laps up. Her claws scrape his stubble as she sucks his tongue into her mouth, nicks it with her fangs and soothes with her tongue. His breath quickens as she slides her body lower, coating his front in her arousal.
"You really are a piece of shit even in sleep, master," she coos at him as her bottom touches his cock, already erect and pressing insistently against her skin, "Good boy." Grace lifts her hips up just enough to slide herself down his length, coating him in glistening arousal. The head of him, engorged and already beading with precum, notches against her clit, making her moan.
"You want inside your pretty kitten, master?" she implores, dragging her claws down his face—thin lines bubbling up with blood—as she grinds down on the head of his cock. Leon stirs but not in a way he'll awaken, no. His fingers twitch and clench the sheets, hips jerking like even in sleep he's desperate to fill her.
"Was it fun breaking me, Leon?" Grace lifts her hips, aligning his cock with her pussy, throbbing and clenching. "Did it rile you up when I cried and screamed and begged?" She lowers herself, slowly, stretching her entrance around the thick head of his cock, panting just as hard as he is. "Got you fucking hard choking me until I almost passed out?" Inch by inch, filling herself with the intense pressure of his cock, stretching her inner walls around his impressive girth, hissing at how full she already feels. "Are you proud of yourself for making me just as fucked up as you are?" She bottoms out, pelvis to pelvis, so full of him it feels like he's in her throat and fuck she'd like him there too.
"Fuck, Leon. You sick motherfucker. So fucking good inside me," she praises him with words he'll never hear, trailing her claws down his chest, hips undulating with him inside her to the hilt. Grace presses a palm to her own belly just to feel the thickness of him warping her from the inside and moans unabashedly. "Master, master—" she cries out, watching his brows furrow and sweat bead on his forehead, "My precious master. All mine, right?" She hisses, palms sliding back up to rest on his shoulder blades as she begins to fuck herself on his cock in earnest.
"See? I'm a good girl, master. Your good little kitten. So you should love me and only me," she rasps, fingers wrapping around his neck. Her mouth hangs open, hips working him in and out of her at rapid pace as she spills out moans and groans above him. "You're so fucking big, master. Wish you were awake to choke me but alas—" Her fingers tighten, grip pressing down on his wind pipe, effectively cutting off air flow. His body jerks up, hips lifting up off the bed to meet hers coming down and she screams at the sharp pleasure. "Good boy, master. So good. Fuck your pretty kitten."
Her claws dig deep into his neck, drawing blood, gripping with a strength that any normal man would be unable to labor but not her master. Master can take it— take her hands staining his throat with bruises shaped like her fingers, blood soiling the pillow below him, chest sputtering and deflating while his mouth is wheezing with the inability to take in oxygen. He can take the brutal pace she's got going, filling herself with his cock, dragging along every inch of her with each thrust. And god, master is one good fucker. He bucks his hips even in his pseudo coma, hands grasping at her knees, nails gouging her skin.
"You're making a mess, Master. God, you look handsome drooling like that for me." Grace pulses around his massive cock, clit grinding against his pelvis with each down to the hilt fill, her own mouth incapable of keeping its saliva inside it. It drips down her chin and lands on his while his face drains of color and his body weakens. Fuck, Leon is right. It is hot as hell watching him sputter and struggle like this. If only she could see the light start to leave his eyes. Her hands release him, allowing his mouth to greedily take in air and chest to rise with the fill of it.
"Mmm, good boy, master." Grace covers his bruised neck in kisses, laps at the marks in the form of her own fingers, sucks bruises on top of them. Her abdomen seizes as she leans down, flush to his chest, chasing that rapidly approaching high she loves so much. Her fangs sink into his flesh, tongue licking up the blood. In his sleep, Leon grabs at her hips, digs his nails into her flesh, snapping his hips up with a ferocity unnatural for someone dead to the world.
"Who said—" Leon wheezes, hefting her up with sheer strength before slamming her back down on his cock, pulling a scream from her that reverberates against his skin, "You could fuck me, kitten?" Oh. Oh. Master is awake. Her head lifts up, eyes bleary, claws sinking in to his shoulders as they focus on his face. He looks wrecked with his jaw clenched, bruising her hips as he now actively fucks her on his cock. She whimpers and moans her approval, tears pricking her eyes.
"That's it, master," she coos at him and licks her lips, licks up the saliva building on the corner, "Fuck your kitten. It's what you're good at, right? You fucking bastard." Leon's eyes widen briefly before deepening, so black she can barely see the blue of them.
"You mouthy little pet. Ill mannered whore." Then he flips them, flips her, hand in her hair, holding her face smashed to the bed while the bulbous head of his cock drags through her folds, pulling a whimper from her. She's all arched up, legs spread by his, open entirely for him to do whatever he wants with her. "My pretty little kitten gained a mouth." His hips shove forward, filling her to the brim with him once more and she screams out her pleasure, clawing up the bed sheets, shredding them beyond further use.
"That's right. Fuck—" she heaves into the sheets as he fills her so fucking full it borders on painful and back to pleasurable, "Fuck me, Leon. You did this to me. Take some fucking responsibility and make me cum you miserable asshole." And fuck, does he feel bigger than usual? Got her stuffed, cock pressing against her damn cervix, bulging her belly so deliciously.
"My sweet little Gracie," he calls, almost tenderly, before smacking her across the rear with zero strength withheld. Her body lurches, breath expelled from her lungs as she cries and drools onto the sheets. "My pretty kitten." His body looms over her, mouth to her shoulder, kissing her with a tenderness both desired and horrifying. "You want master to make you cum?" His hips finally move but it's an awfully slow pace, like he's deliberately savoring every inch of her pussy constricting and fluttering around his length. "Want your master to cum inside you?" His arms are like a vice grip around her waist.
"God, f-fuck you Leon," she cries out, scrapping her claws on his knees, drawing more blood from him. He's got her gripped so hard she can't even hope to get some relief herself, fuck herself on his cock. His hand comes up, gripping her jaw, twisting her head further, pulling against her neck painfully and she sobs because fuck the pain feels good. He's staring down at her like a monstrous beast, heaving like her, drooling onto her back.
"Master. My beloved master—" she calls to him, her beast, as his fingers dig harshly into her jaw, "Fuck me, master. Be a good boy and fuck your kitten. Make it hurt." Leon does. He follows it to the letter as she feels his rough, warm palm slide down to her neck. As his hips are unforgiving in the way he fucks her, holding her in place with the arm around her waist so she takes every bit of his powerful strokes. She's a whimpering, moaning mess— crying and sobbing, sounds cutting with the air being taken from her by his bruising grip on her neck.
"That's it, pretty kitten. So fucking tight. That feel good?" She can't nod, can't respond— only watch him as her vision darkens at the corners, see the way his face is pulled taut, muscles rippling with the strength he's using to fuck her. Her tears spill out, clouding her sight, mouth agape and overproducing saliva. Her entire lower body burns and seizes and pulls tight, spun up and threatening to spill over. He fills her again and again, in time to the seize of her chest, the throb of her pulse around his cock. "Fuck, cum on my cock, Gracie. Cum on your master's cock like the good kitten you are."
Leon digs his teeth into her shoulder, releasing his hold on her air flow and— she cums so hard it spills out of her, drips down her, down his arm. She's a writhing mess, held still by his intense grip. Her throat burns around the screams, raw from being choked. Master slams so deep in her, voice raspy and guttural as he moans, cock surging inside her, pumping her full of his seed. The warmth blooms in her belly, fiery hot and chaining a second wave of her own release because fuck this horrible man for making her enjoy being bred like a prized horse. She feels so fucking good full of him and his cum, pussy stuffed and stretched out, suffocating his cock like his hands do to her throat.
"Fuck, I'm not pulling out, kitten. Not when your pussy is glued to my cock like that," he's rasping straight into her ear, putting his whole body weight on her, pushing her down into the bed further, belly touching the sheets with how arched he has her. Pain turning into pleasure, shredding her already addled brain with more dopamine.
"Leon— Ha—" His cock starts again and it might short circuit and fry her brain. "Does it feel good inside me?"
"Fucking hell, kitten. Think I've fucked anyone else since I got you?" Fuck, Leon is brutal. Fucking her with abandon again, squelching her insides with his cum and her own arousal dripping down from where they're connected like the drool from her mouth. "Such a good girl, aren't you?" he praises into her ear, biting at her and— one hard, full body convulse when his sharp, pointed teeth burrow in her neck, coaxing her own tainted blood out of her that he proceeds to lap up like a dehydrated animal in an oasis, "You always take me so well—" He smacks her across the inner thigh, rakes up the sensitive skin there. She's right back to the screaming, sobbing state he always puts her in as he fucks her without ceasing.
"Gonna fill you till you fucking burst for mouthing off to me. You like that?" Master doesn't joke around— not as he fucks her while his cock pulses with another orgasm, flooding her with more of his seed, intensifying the delicious burn in her belly. Fraying her no longer tattered mind, a heap on the bed, half up from his grip, body writhing in another release so strong it hurts. Her toes curl in the sheets, claws raking at every inch of his skin she can reach as he does it in kind. Leon's tongue smothering her cheek in his saliva, licking up her tears and the drool from her mouth— fucking her like a dog, like the disgusting beast he is.
"You're a filthy beast, Leon. A sick fuck of a man," she cries out, voice so raspy and hoarse, far huskier than the usual octave she speaks at, "Such a good little beast—" He growls in her ear and it's far from human, guttural and like it's truly an animal and not her master. "Don't stop— fucking me, master—" But she hardly has to tell him that. "I said to make it hurt, master. You're doing a shitty job. Should you be punished too?" He grunts as he pumps into her. She's lying— he's clawing her up, bathing every inch of skin he can reach in a smack so hard it ripples flesh and breaks capillaries. The fact that she has the wherewithal to grow annoyed his hands aren't wrapped around her throat is impressive.
"Ha— what do you want, kitten? What do you want your master to do? Such a disobedient brat, my little kitten is. Banned you from fucking begging without being asked to, didn't I?" he chastises her, voice filled with genuine tenderness like he enjoys this battle of dominance they have going on. Like he's riled up and spurred on to fuck her like she's nothing more than a hole for his cock while also wanting her to take from him. Grace is generous just like her master and her strength far exceeds his. The beast that is her instincts knows well she merely allows him to fuck her this way but she's just as crazy as he is. Leon rears up, hefting her hips up further.
"Taking my cock so well like this, kitten." His hand is in her hair, tugging roughly, arching her up, forcing her to look at him, neck craned, as he towers over her, fucking into her with a bruising grip on her hip. "Look at you. Running your fucking mouth to your master. At least your pussy is honest." His hips snap forward harshly, rutting into her, grinding their pelvises flush as she sobs at the intensity.
"I would hope so—" she spits out, clenching down around him, pulling a hiss out of him, "You made me this way, master." His palm presses down on her belly as he grinds inside her, stroking himself from the outside, spilling moans that she returns with a gasp that hitches on her labored breaths. "I'll be a good kitten, Leon. So don't look at anyone else—" Master groans, yanking at her hair and smacking her hard across the back of her thigh, sending her lurching forward as her pussy convulses around him. "I'm your good kitten. Please please please—"
Leon acquiesces to her pleas, forcing her down flat onto the bed with his whole body weight, arm wrapping brutally around her neck and applying pressure to her throat. He's got her completely immobile, pistoning his hips, fucking her so hard the bed creaks. If Grace could barely breathe with the entire weight of him on her, she surely can't with his bicep applying a choking pressure to her throat. He's literally fucking her into the bed, filling her to the brim with each stroke while her muscles start to tighten up, cunt spasming in the beginnings of an orgasm so intense she loses every sense.
"Good girl. That's it, pretty kitten," he grits out, breaths heavy in her ear, moaning and groaning and grunting and fuck, he sounds so wrecked. Voice deep and gravelly, tightening his hold on her neck, the arm around her waist holding her flush to him. She's gasping and heaving, clawing desperately at him in her release, vision dimming. Her chest is on fire, lungs begging for air master refuses to give her, saliva bubbling up from her mouth while she sees spots in her vision. "Tight as fuck, Gracie."
Master burrows deep in her, lessening his hold on her neck as he cums— wave after wave of seed pumping directly into her. He bucks wildly in his release, guttural in her ear, as he fills her fit to fucking burst. She's sobbing and drooling all over him, head lolling, claws firmly in his arms, tongue heavy in her mouth, each breath arduous with his mass on top of her. The stretch of him inside her is beyond pleasurable, pulsing and heavy, thick, mixed with the cum he's kept held inside her with his cock. She's shaking under him, pussy milking his cock like three loads wasn't enough, fluttering around him with an orgasm so endless her brain is melting in her own skull.
"Knew you were a fucking whore, kitten. Filled with my fucking cum and your pussy still wants more," he growls out, disentangling himself from her but refusing to pull his cock out of her. She slumps down onto the bed face first, mouth incapable of anything but whimpers and hiccups. His fingers run through her hair, trail her nape, along her spine while he pants above her. "You're such a good girl. My sweet little kitten, right where she should be on her master's cock." In an act very out of character, his lips touch her nape gently, palms stroking her waist and hips still pinned down by him. He smothers her neck in kisses, nips at her shoulders, nicking her skin with his claws. He sucks bruises into her flesh, rocking into her languidly, keeping them firmly connected as he blesses her with that sweetness he showed Ashley.
"Master—" Leon doesn't stop her as she lifts up onto her elbows, heart pounding in her chest, gasping in air, hiccuping with each unfamiliar kiss he leaves on her skin like a prayer. Her hand comes around, catches his jaw, digging her claws in as she forces him to move, forces him to face her. His cock stirs in her as they make eye contact— brows pinched, face torn apart by her, muscles pulled taut. She kisses him, sloppy and wet, swallowing down his saliva and blood alike, teeth and fangs clashing, moaning into each others mouths like the batshit insane monsters they are. Her palm sets around his throat, gripping hard as she wretches him away from her mouth, leaving a string of saliva connecting their lips.
"You're a bastard, master," she whispers, gripping harder, pulling a whimper from his lips that doesn't belong there but she finds it immensely attractive all the same, "You love your kitten, right, master?" His voice fails him, throat sputtering under her grip, mouth agape but he nods. "I love you too." She pushes, lifting him up with a strength that doesn't match the lankiness of her arms. It doesn't take much to wretch him off her, out of her, sad at the loss of his cock in her but gleeful with the power she has over him— slams him to the bed with such force it shakes the whole piece of furniture as she straddles him.
"Tell me you love me, Leon," she demands, releasing her hold on his neck just enough to allow him to intake air and speak. Grace gives him time to collect himself to respond, pressed down on his erection, covering him in his own cum, finger tracing the still very engorged head, along the slit at the tip, enjoying the way his hips jerk. His hands meet her hips again, slide around to squeeze her bottom roughly, spreading her with how tight his grip is.
"I—love you, kitten—" There's tears in his pretty eyes, face covered in thin scratches and tears, neck blooming in bruises, chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. Gorgeous. Fucking perfect beneath her, torn to pieces by her own hands and mouth, cock glistening and twitching, head weeping under the pass of her fingers swirling on it.
Yeah, this is why he liked her so fucked up. Why he still does. Why he abused her, destroyed her, had her trained to want him to hurt her, fill her full of him. Why they look at each other the way they do, skin flushed and cut up, marred in bite marks.
"That's my good boy," she praises, licking up his tears, tasting his blood, tightening her grip again, "I love you so much, master. So don't ever forget that. Don't you dare fucking abandon me. You're mine." As his gaze dims, light leaving his eyes, she releases him. And as he returns to the emptiness of sleep, she takes him in her again and again, defiling him just like he did to her.
—
Leon went to work. He went to fucking work and left her here— tied to a chair in the kitchen, arms bound, legs forcefully spread. Told her to be a good little kitten after he fucked her for hours, never removing his cock— pumped her full of so much cum it shows. Shoved two vibrators into her, injected her with a powerful aphrodisiac, called her a good girl and left out the door. This was hours ago.
Grace is writhing, suffering, spilling endless amounts of drool out of her mouth, smearing her own arousal on the seat of the wooden chair she's bound to. Moaning and heaving, watching her own hips undulate, pussy so swollen and red it borders on painful. Her whole body is flushed red, skin searing, blood bubbling under it with the feverish arousal that's coursed through her veins for hours. Sweat drips off her, leaving tacky, clammy trails while her fingers and toes curl in their restraints. That bastard of a master spends all day turning the vibrators up and down, probably watching her through the cameras he's got strewn around the house, jerking off to her perpetual state of orgasm while sitting comfortably in his office.
And fuck her, this is hot. Grace could break out at any moment if she felt like it— snap the restraints and free herself. But the whole thing is just too much of a turn on. Belly bulged full of his cum, vibrators deep in both her holes, while she grinds herself endlessly on the smooth surface of the wooden chair, watching with pure pleasure as she cums so hard she squirts. She's never cum this hard before, never been so riled up her pulse is firmly in her overstimulated, reddened pussy, riding the chair like it's her master's cock, muscles all pulled so taut it's suffocating. The vibrator doesn't even come close to his size but fuck if she's not got her head thrown back, making intense eye contact with the camera hidden in the upper corner of the room, red light on. He watches her while she screams and moans with every orgasm wracking her body.
"L-L-Leon, you fucking asshole," she yells out, bucking her hips in another full body shudder, "M-master…! Come home and fuck me! Please—" Leon likes to act like he doesn't like her begging, likes to pretend she needs permission but she knows better. He fucking loves it— loves when she pleads and begs, on her knees, lips to the engorged head of his cock, kissing it like she does his mouth. She writhes in the chair, bucking her hips, vision a blur of blackness and stars. That beastly fuck of a master cranks up the vibrators to max, sending her into a wave of convulsions, screaming out while she cums, soaking the chair beneath her. Hope his cock is hard as diamonds because he better be putting it in her when he gets home.
Grace is bleary eyed, sobbing and hiccuping, dripping with her saliva down her front to mix with her own cum. She looks down at herself, watching the way her pussy lips spread against the chair, blood red and puffy, glistening with her own arousal. The way her hips undulate against the smooth surface, belly distended, pussy stuffed full but not nearly as full as when his cock is in her, seeking friction she knows only he can bestow. Fuck, she wants his cock back in her. Fill her so full she feels like she'll burst, warping her belly with his cum until she looks like she could be in the early stages of pregnancy. And sure, he's already got her filled to the brim like that but his cock down to the hilt would make it even better.
Time ceases to exist while she sits there, riding out every orgasm, belly heated and warm, full of the thick, volcanic pressure of his multiple loads of cum in her. What a sick fuck he is, leaving her like this. She wants him to stuff her full again, claw her up, choke her until she's gasping for air, spank her until she's bleeding. Master, master, please fucking come home.
"Missed me, pretty kitten?" Grace has to put every ounce of energy left in herself to open her eyes, focus on his form in front of her, try not to drool at the sight of his cock straining in his pants— that's a failure since she was already drooling to begin with. "I'll take that as a yes, Gracie. Want master to make it better?"
"Leon…" she chokes out, eyes wavering, blurring in and out, spilling drool out of her mouth like the smearing arousal of her pussy still sliding against the wooden chair, "You— s-son of a— b-bitch—" She watches with rapt attention as he unbuckles his pants, clicking the vibrators up to max to hear her scream out.
"Fuck, kitten." He palms his massive erection, straining against his boxer briefs. Fuuuck, she wants that in her mouth. In her pussy, stirring up his cum and filling her with more. He steps forward, taking his briefs down with a harsh yank. Her master's cock springs out, smacking her in the mouth he's so close, and she can't help but press a kiss to his dripping tip, making him moan so deliciously she arches to grind her pussy into the chair again.
"Yeah, kitten… open that pretty little mouth of yours," he rasps, nudging his erection against her lips. She opens immediately, pushing her tongue against the slit of his head, licking up his precum like the greedy, hungry whore she is. Master cups her cheeks, scratches her ears, cooing at her. "That's it, kitten." She purrs in response, wrapping her lips around his purplish, engorged head. "You're such a good girl, Gracie. Take it all my gorgeous kitten." And she leans forward, engulfing half his fully erect, massive cock in her mouth. The binds on her prevent her from going any further and she whines, tears pricking her eyes, bucking her hips against the chair, back arching even further.
"You're such a good kitten— Ha— wearing your collar again, sweetie. You like it that much? Being my pretty little kitten? My good little pet?" Leon thrusts forward, forcing his cock down her throat, holding her head on him with unrestrained strength. Grace tears up, chest fluttering, abdomen constricting as she sucks down his length, straight into her throat. He presses past her soft palette, bulging her throat from the inside, fingers gently toying with her hair as he begins fucking her mouth like he fucks her cum filled pussy.
The speed with which he fucks her throat is brutal, pumping into her mouth, stroking her cheeks, threading in her hair as she spills tears unbidden, fucking herself on the chair, whimpering around his cock. Master makes these loud growls and groans, moaning her pet names, bottoming out in her mouth with every stroke. She's a drooling, crying mess— pussy slobbering all over the chair, begging to be filled like he's filling her mouth and ruining her throat. Leon strokes her cheeks so tenderly, hips unrelenting, looking just as perpetually on edge as her.
"Your mouth is so fucking good, kitten," he rasps, pained and strained, throaty and hoarse, grumbling deep in his throat with appreciation, "Love you, pretty kitten. Want my cum?" Fuck, she does. She wants him to hold her on his thick fucking cock and spill his cum straight down her throat while he praises her. "Yeah?" Her eyes plead, chest sputtering with lack of air, writhing in her bindings, pussy drooling as much as her mouth around his cock. "Fuuuuuck," he groans, head thrown back, snapping his hips forward, hands holding her head firmly on his cock as he cums hard, straight down her throat. She swallows around his length, light headed, seeing spots in her vision, taking every ounce of his thick load, nose buried in the dusting of hair at the base.
"That's it, kitten—" he heaves, fingers stroking her hair, her cheek, face full of pleasure and this thick tenderness uniquely new to him, "Swallow it all— Good girl— So pretty—" Grace can't take it anymore— all day bound, cumming, a whore full of his cum. She yanks, claws out, snapping the bindings on her arms to wrap around his waist as she pulls back, far exceeding his strength and ability to keep her on his cock. She releases his erection with a pop, claws scrapping at his muscled back and glutes.
"Master~" she calls to him affectionately, having swallowed every bit of his load, lips to his tip, smothering it in kisses now, "Leon—" She pushes in with her tongue, lapping up the cum beading on his tip, making him throw his head back in pleasure. Master looks so delicious like this— cock at full mast, dripping cum, rocking his hips, every muscle pulled taut and tense, beading sweat as he shrugs off his jacket. "My master— Love you, master—" She laps at the head with her tongue, smothers the length in kisses, up and down it, cupping his balls, rocking her own hips.
"What a hungry whore you are. One wasn't enough to feed you?" She can feel his claws extending, digging into her scalp, pricking and breaking skin while she watches that annoying smirk form on his face. "What a fucking mess you made. Should I punish you?" But now she's irritated, watching him loom over her like he has any leg to stand on— like he's not a filthy animal in human clothes, pretending to be normal.
"Get on your fucking knees, Leon," she demands, voice husky and rough from being abused. His eyes widen then sharpen, slitting like an animal as he gets down on his knees between her legs. "Good boy," she praises him, stroking his cheek like the dog he is, breaking her legs free with minimal effort and sliding down the chair until he's face to face with her aching cunt. Leon's a smart puppy. He can get the memo fast— slots himself between her spread thighs, fingers playing at removing the vibrator while he noses at the patch of hair above her glistening sex, eyes animalistic and hungry, gaze firmly on her, incapable of looking away.
"You're wasting time you miserable bastard," she grits out, rocking her hips forward, brushing his fingers against her swollen lips, "Open your mouth, master. Don't you want your kitten's gift?" And god, the growl he lets out while she gives him puppy eyes goes straight to her cunt, clenching around the vibrator. His mouth opens in time to him yanking the damn thing out of her finally, sealing his mouth around her cunt.
Leon swallows like a champ, throat bobbing with each one, tongue pressed into her, eating his own cum he left in her hours ago. It's so much it spills down his chin and drips to the floor but the way he's eating her has her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Arms wrapped around her thighs while they squeeze his head and muffle his hearing, making raw noises that vibrate against her overly sensitive flesh, tongue pushed as far into her as he can get, wriggling around thick and wet. His nose nudges her clit deliciously with each movement, breaths hitting it and pulling whimpers from her. She claws at his hair, his scalp and neck, bubbling up blood in their wake, mouth agape with pants and moans.
"Whose the hungry whore now, master?" But the question is affectionate from her, licking up her own saliva, rocking in time to the strokes of his tongue, rewarding him with breathy moans while he claws up her thighs in response. Covered in his own blood and cum, in hers, a beautiful fucking mess between her legs growling straight into her pussy, thumbing and nosing her clit. "M-master, fuck— Master—" She hunches further, held up only by his grip on her thighs, sobbing while her entire lower half seizes, muscles constricted, tendons and ligaments pulled taut. She screams, blood curdling, in her orgasm, writhing and jerking so intensely she'd fall of the chair if he wasn't holding her in place, holding her on his mouth. Grace can't keep her eyes off his face, holding his gaze while he gulps down the wetness and arousal surging out of her in her release, moaning his approval, tongue an insistent pressure at her entrance.
"Fuck, fuck, you p-piece of shit," she heaves out, scratching up his cheek, chest jerking in her sobs, hips trying to squirm away because she's too wound up, cumming all fucking day because of him and he won't stop lapping at her. "Leon, s-stop— Stop—" she cries out, a hiccuping mess of overstimulation, trying to push him off her with no effort behind it. Master just chuckles against her pussy, laps more, sending her arching up, body so weak she's hanging off the chair at a dangerous angle.
"Awww, does my sweet little kitten need a break?" Leon says it right against her, choking her on another sob, sparking her nerve ends while she twitches and squirms. He swivels so her bottom is slightly off the chair, back arched over the seat, head upside down on the opposite end. He presses kisses to her pussy, all sweet and gentle but she's losing her mind, blood rushing to her head, all tears and snot and pitiful wails. "So cute like this, kitten. All dumb from cumming too much." His tongue lathes over her folds, every drag of it sparking up her spine and fizzling in her brain, every harsh suck of her clit raw pain, curling her toes. She's so wired up and overstimulated it's hard to even squeeze her thighs closed.
"Stop, stop— Leon, M'sorry— Master—" she's choking on her own words, slurring like crazy, tongue useless in her mouth, getting nicked up on her own fangs, head dizzy from the blood rush. His tongue pushes past her outer lips, swirls on the sensitive, sopping wet pink of her insides and she screams, whole body ravaged in a convulse that fucking hurts. All while he strokes her inner thighs, arms around them in a brutal grip, bruising her up and breaking skin with sharp claws. All while he jostles her with his own body rocking, cock she can see if she cranes herself enough from under the chair. It drips onto the ruined floor and her inner walls clench around nothing but his tongue with the desire to have it inside her. "Fffuck you, Leon— Filthy b-bastard— S-stupid, empty hhheaded animal—"
Master growls, groans with his mouth around her, low timbre and thick with approval, tongue fucking into her, slurping up her endless arousal with the most obscene sounds she's ever heard. He drags up, nose in her tuft of hair, lips firmly around her clit, sucking so hard she's seeing spots in her vision, bucking up off the damn chair until the edges of it dig harshly into her spine. Grace's bottom hangs firmly off the side of the chair now, at the mercy of his grip on her while she weakly grabs at his head and tugs his hair, whimpering and moaning and screaming. She can't fucking feel her toes nor her fingers, can't feel his soft locks in her feeble grip.
"Pretty kitten—" he praises, lips to her clit, teasing it with his tongue while she squirms to no avail, "Such a mouthy brat. Dumb little slut." His lips trail, breaths heavy, biting at every inch of swollen, reddened flesh available to him, teeth grazing. "A fucking messy kitten, making her master clean her up like this." Fuck, every word has her clenching, grinding her pussy into his lips as they vibrate against her skin with his wicked, mean words. His palm trails her bottom, pressing against the other vibrator still firmly in her backside, pulling it out halfway only to shove it back in with a harsh stroke that has her lurching her hips against his mouth while he open mouth kisses her. She'd forgotten it was even in there, forgotten the persistent pressure to the torrent of stimulation on her sex. "Greedy pussy, aren't you? Cum in my mouth, kitten. Go ahead. Let your master swallow it all."
"Fuck you!" she snarls, feeling herself teeter on the edge of orgasm, teeter on the edge of passing out right here in this horribly uncomfortable position, "Whose f-fault is ttthat!?" His mouth is back on her, tongue in her, fucking her on it while he pumps the vibrator in and out of her, sending her brain into a tizzy, a slow spiral into madness more insane than she already is. "Y-you made me this way, you ungrateful motherfucker!" She can feel every syllable as he says 'sure did' in response like he's proud of it. "Sick fuck, useless bastard, terrible master, only good for your fucking cock—" She's babbling, head empty of thought and full of blood, sweat dripping off her in waves with her tears. Her abdomen spasms, chest struggling to rise with oxygen intake, vision so blurred she can't make anything out anymore.
"I h-hate you as m-much as I love you, Leon," she sobs, writhing in an intense release that has all her joints locking up, fingers shaking in his hair. Her hips buck in the air, buck against his mouth sealed around her, swallowing audibly, consuming her release as much as her flesh. She can't breathe, can't feel anything except the hot exhale of his breath on her pussy, his nose inhaling the scent of her sweaty, sex flushed skin. Can't do anything but convulse and scream, sob so hard it wracks her chest and burns her lungs, pussy walls fluttering around nothing, squelching loud, muffled by his mouth. Her eyes are rolled in the back of her head, consciousness fading in and out with the release.
"Still fucking cumming, Gracie?" She vaguely registers his words, muffled by her own pulsing sex, vaguely realizes he's moved her in her prolonged orgasm, plush of the living room couch now at her back. He won't get his fucking mouth off her, thumbs spreading her open to him, lips insistent with kisses on her exposed insides. Her eyes flutter open to see the way his muscled back and ass rock while he grinds his cock into the couch. Master's eyes are back on her face while he makes out with her pussy and fuck, he's just as mad as her— face covered in her glistening arousal, eyes half-lidded, black and full of hunger, watching her with rapt, hyper focused attention while she still shudders in her all-consuming orgasm.
"Cat got your tongue, kitten?" Finally, finally his mouth is off her, shit eating grin on his face. The annoyance bubbles up but she can't lift a finger even as the orgasm tapers off, as the convulsions spread farther apart. A useless heap of a kitten on his couch. "That's a dumb fucking look on your face, Grace." And fuck, she moans to that— to her master calling her by her real name. She's no human— no use to the name given to her by her mother anymore. Trained like a dog to enjoy being called kitten but there's something far more intimate to being called 'Grace' by him of all people.
"Mmm, Lllleon—" It hurts to try and reach for him, try to lift her hands from the heap of jelly she is off the couch. They twitch but never move. Master slides back up, slips a finger under her collar and tugs, cock a familiar weight on her belly, smearing his precum on it.
"Was it that good, kitten? Fuck, gonna need to do this again. You can't do shit," he chuckles out, stroking her neck with his palm, playing with the collar, palming her hip and thigh, "Kind of makes my dick jealous of my mouth though."
"Ssshut uuuup," she slurs, managing to wrap an arm around his neck with much effort, eyelids drooping with exhaustion, "M'gonna… mmake you hhhurt for this." Leon just shrugs but she can see the beastly desire in his eyes, the way his hips buck at the anticipation of it, mouth hanging open. He'll enjoy the torture she bestows on him as much as she does. "You're… fucking… cccrazy," she laughs, weak but full of insanity, pricking at his neck with her claws while he digs his fingers into her throat under the collar she proudly wears.
"Kitten's running her pretty mouth again." Leon leans down, brushes his lips against hers.
"Yyyou love it, yyyyou warped, pathetic e-excuse for a m-man," she murmurs against his lips, swipes her tongue on them for good measure, rewarding her with a hefty sigh.
"Pathetic but who broke you in? Who holds your leash? Who has your pussy drooling? Hmm? Who, kitten? Who is your master?" He swallows her chants of 'you', swallows her breaths, kisses her like he's starved, kisses her as the darkness creeps in and swallows her whole, sending her into the blissful release of exhaustion driven sleep.