0 comments/ 10595 views/ 1 favorites Seed By: Farinholt777 We are climbing the stairwell to the Master's Suite. It is time for my favorite of rituals. My sister slaves don't appreciate Worship as I do. I am First Among Equals so there is a certain expectation that I would be exuberant about it. They are always jockeying for favor with Him. Even when they are being punished or disciplined, they curry Master's favor. Master is wise though and sees through their petulant pretenses. I know they look on me as the unlovely one; my body heavier, my age older, my bosom slightly fallen. Yet I have served Master all these years and He has always found my devotion to Him to be, not only heartfelt, but exuberant. Worship is my time to express my love for Him beyond obedience. "He hasn't been with any of us for over a week," they youngest sister slave says. "I thought He might take me yesterday, but He just took a cane to my fanny," her sister slave added. I try not to let a smile cross my face, my red hair falling over my eyes as we climb the stairs. We take turns at Worship. This week is my time. While my sister slaves will be in the room to attend to Master's needs if necessary, they will not be able to interfere or meddle in my time. We arrive at the threshold of the Master's Suite. It is nearly time. The girls start to knock but I stop them, still in authority over them. "Be still, there now," I chide the one raising her hand, slapping it with my own. She pulls it back with a face of surprise. It amazes me when they are taken aback when I still correct them for things they already know. "I'm sorry Sister," she whispers aware of our proximity to Master. I soften my expression but still remain firm. "Five swats before bed tonight. Remind me." "Yes Sister." I turn back to the door and wait until I hear the first chime of the nineteenth hour come from downstairs. I knock immediately upon it registering on my ears. "Come." Master's voice is rich like chocolate to my ears and I open the double doors and usher the sisters in. They are wearing their evening dresses that fit closely to their younger, lithe bodies. Master has just emerged from bathing and is wearing his long robe. I am wearing my gauze-like nightgown. In the low light of the candles, Master can make out the silhouette of my nakedness beneath. The girls immediately without having to ask begin their tasking for the evening: turning down the bed, preparing His wine goblet, closing the windows. I take my position kneeling in front of the high back, cushioned, chair that is positioned throne-like on a small pedestal, in the sitting room of the Master Suite. Beyond is the fantasy land of His bed chamber where my fondest memories and most exquisite fantasies lie. Master is no longer a young man. Perhaps that is why the young slaves still maintain a petulance about them that would make me uncomfortable. Now in His late forties, I have noticed that His libido while still rugged and virile, doesn't have that seemingly insatiable nature it once had when I was first enslaved by Him. How vividly I remember how every one of my holes could expect to be filled with his staff on a daily basis at times. There is a sadness in the ways of time, even as I have watched it turn my once voluptuous frame into one of settled girth. As the girls move off to do chores, Master comes and stands over me, juxtaposing Himself between the chair and I. I lower my gaze respectfully. I feel his hand, warm, large caress my cheek. "Hello precious girl," His voice sings to me. I let my gaze rise affectionately now that I have been recognized. His face, wise and full of compassion, looks on me thoughtfully. I smile at His obvious affection for me. "What brings you to my parlor?" His rhetorical question is playful and unnecessary. "This fat one seeks the privilege of Worshipping your totem tonight." I see his face frown slightly. "Do you think I feel you are too fat?" The question takes me by surprise. "Master, I am fat." "Have I ever made that an issue for you?" "No, Master. You have never made me feel anything but lovely in Your sight." It was true. His gaze was always amorous and desirous despite my weight. "I will hear no more of this." "Yes Master." He turned and took His seat in the chair before me and gestured. I rose and with a simple release of the sash of my gown, let it slip off my body. My breasts though pendulous respond to His gaze, my thick nipples crinkling in delicious anticipation across the width of my wide areola. I feel the heat of growing moisture in the cleft of my shaven sex. I watch Him as I step close. He is sitting in the chair like a pirate who has just pillaged the monarch's domain. On His cue, I kneel between His outstretched legs. His talk was firm with me, but His cock spoke of different feelings. He has told me that I am the superior fellatrix in the house. It is a conservative complement, because I know that He thinks about the sensation of my tongue and lips around the Obelisk of my affection. In like manner, He knows that I crave to suck at His staff like a drunkard seeks ale. The most rewarding sensation I have known other than Master's kiss is the delicious coating of my tongue with His salty seed. That is worship in our Home. The slave gets the privilege of nursing on Master's stem, gazing up into His eyes and receiving all that He has for her when He does. It is why I get up at the Dawn's beckoning, to come and kneel at Master's feet, feel His cock in my mouth and savor the taste of His virility. There is sweetness in His gaze at me. Sometimes, I become so focused on His cock that I forget to look up at His affectionate gaze. His cock mesmerizes me. Now, I am using my tongue to gently lick and caress Him. He gazes down on me and we speak as I Worship. "You will be making short work of me, sweet one." I kiss the underside of His mushroom head tenderly. "I am at your service should you wish to continue beyond your climax, Master." Master makes a wry smile at my jest as I take half of his staff into my mouth and let it rest there as my tongue massages the soft spot that will bring my reward. "Do you ever wish to be released my being my bond-slave, precious one? Do you ever wish to do this as my equal?" I was about to take Him deep into my throat but instead I unlatched from Him my face falling serious. I had never contemplated the question. I am His property and have no more say in my life than a man does in preventing the change of weather. More to the point though, I have never considered it because I never wanted to consider it. I have been punished by Master, fucked by Master, used by Him. I have lived to obey His commands, His suggestions and His whims. His pleasure is my most compelling act of fulfillment. I was happy. "This one only hopes to see pleasure in Your gaze." It was a diversionary statement that didn't speak to Master's question and I immediately sat back onto my legs, my face unable to hide the transgression that I committed. "You sound like one of the young girls, so tricky with your words." He wasn't angry but He was making it clear that He saw through my wordplay. Why did I not want to answer Him? As soon as the question resonated in my heart I knew the answer. "Yes, Master," I whispered trying not to sob. "I didn't want to answer you honestly." "Why, sweet girl?" "Because, Master,...I am afraid You will want to emancipate me. I don't want to be released from You. Forgive me for misleading you Master." Master extended His hand to me ready to lead me to instant absolution for my sin. He guided me across His lap, a place where I find the greatest solace. "I have no intention of releasing you, Pet, but I do get to know if you would ever prefer it. It seems that you would rather lie to me than risk my freeing you." I began to cry. I wanted to Worship more but I needed this punishment because I wasn't open with Him. He called for one of the girls to bring a strap even as He began to spank my wide, white bottom with resounding slaps of his hand. As soon as the sharp spanking began I allowed myself to start crying to begin the cathartic process of emotional healing. After awakening my bottom with about twenty swats of his bare hand, He paused and accepted the strap from my sister slave. It was a small leather strap used for minor punishments and it was easy for him to continue with the discipline. He spanked more severely than before though my crying, more out of brokenness, than pain went unabated without change in degree. When we both agreed that justice had been served, Master allowed me to return to my position between His legs. His cock had not lost any of its turgidness and I pressed its velvet softness against my cheek in appreciation. As soon as my mouth returned to the textured landscape of Master's Obelisk, I was once again solely entranced with the thought of enjoying His seed; savoring it. Master was the first man to ever ejaculate in my mouth. I remember when He first did it I almost threw up. He gave me the cane in such a way that I learned very quickly. I was so young and foolish. He hadn't even taken my chaste yet. Now, I am so yearning for the sticky treasure that I sometimes lay awake in my own bed chamber thinking about it. His ejaculate is in one manner salty but in another there is an otherworldly living aspect to it that I have turned into a personal fetish. Even now, Master sees that I am moving past a point of no return, hungry serving and pleasing Him out a purely selfish motive now. "Don't stop," Master says, "even while I am speaking to you." "Yes, Master," I say before His proud member once more disappeared first into my mouth and then into the depths of my throat which has learned to happily accommodate his ample cock without gagging. "You are my favorite, you know." I had Him in the front of my mouth and looked up at him with a smile, but obediently continued to suckle Him. "Next week, I want to give you my seed inside you. I want you to carry my child." I almost gagged as if in the old days. I continued to hold Him in my mouth, moving my mouth up and down over the length of His member. Tears of love were filling my eyes. I affirmed His request with my expression. Wisely, He had already calculated the cycle of my flow, know that I will be most fertile for Him in a week. I suddenly felt myself as the most fortunate woman. In the span of time that I spent in Worship of Cock, I received a spanking, absolution, His favor and forgiveness, and the gift of knowing that next week, I will receive Him into my cunny. Not bent over a chair or on my knees but facing my love, my legs wrapped joyfully around Him, my womb anxious to be filled by Him. He nods at the tearful joy I am exhibiting, It is also a signal that He is ready to bless me with my final gift of the evening. I bring His amazing penis to the front of my mouth, opening it for His appreciation. I extend my tongue underneath the head which invariably brings Him to fruition. I hear Him groan deeply and I feel the pulsing in His shaft. The miraculous fluid flows out over my tongue into my mouth. I use my fingers to gently pump the fluid out, my mouth now filled with His seed. When He has shuddered with the final strands of the treasure, I lift my hand underneath is twitching cock, as several drops of the precious semen slip off my bottom lip into my palm. Once He has been shown that all of it is in my possession, I tilt my head slightly and feel the warm, salty mixture of seed slide down my throat and into my stomach. I lick all of the stray drops and devour them as well. I am my Master's slave. My life is His as is my body. He will take my cunny for His own and breed me. I will bring Him the joy of a child and I will consider it a solemn duty. I am my Master's slave. Seed and Soul In His wisdom, God gave man the seed of life … and all of the demons of Hell crave it. Waking in the middle of the night from a sweet dream of finding yourself in the bedchamber of a virgin, something slithers at the foot of your bed. Red eyes open and, (in fixing on your person,) begin to glow fiercely. A low purr that reminds you of far-off thunder fills the air and you feel your manhood responding … jumping in welcome beneath the sheet. Dark hands grip at the mattress as she rises to stand before you. Her rounded, naked form glowing softly in the moonlight seeping into your room, she smiles. The curve of her mouth is sensual and promises pleasures you have never known but it is not the seductive, knowing smile of an experienced mortal woman nor the demure blush of the mortal virgin in your dream. It is cunning and sly and just the mere sight of her and in spite of knowing what she is, you shiver and feel your mouth fill with water in anticipation. She flicks her hand and the fabric covering your body slides from you and cascades onto the floor. She laughs deep in her throat seeing your proudly eager erection, but her cruel, mocking laugh only excites you further. You watch as she folds her leathery wings down against her back, as she runs a hand up her body from the full curve of one hip, over the slight swell of her stomach, through the valley between her ample breasts, and over her neck. She slides a finger into her mouth and strangely it feels as if it is your cock in her mouth in place of her finger. You moan loudly, your eyes closing and fluttering open as you look up at her in shock. She moves her finger slowly and your hips begin to buck to match her pace.. You can feel her forked tongue tickling at you … wrapping around your head and squeezing gently. Unfurling her tongue, she slides it down the length … her fangs seem to graze your head lightly and you feel the warm, velvet wetness of her mouth as she slowly moves lower and lower. The pleasure envelopes you and steals your senses. You accept the strangeness of the situation and you feel something else … something infinitely precious rising within your body. You break out in a sweat as she moves her mouth up and down on her finger. The pressure on your cock increases. Over and over your hips thrust upwards. She moves her finger faster and faster … deeper into her mouth and your body matches her rhythm perfectly. You feel her mouth closing on you tighter. The sensations sweeping over you steal your breath from you and you feel the familiar sensation of your balls tightening and your cock becoming even more rigid. So close … so very close and she hasn't even touched you. Your eyes close and your head falls back against the pillow as you scream out in rapture. You open your eyes and, (lifting your head,) see that she is there between your legs, greedily drinking down your cum … her mouth finally wrapped around you in truth as you shoot volley after volley of your hot seed deep within her throat. She doesn't stop and you remain completely rigid as she continues to suck at you. Quickly, you feel the unidentified thing within you focusing in your cock. She reaches one claw-tipped hand down and gently massages your balls and you whimper as you feel a portion of your purity leave your body via your cock. The loss of it is staggering, but before you have the time to contemplate it further, the succubus begins to moan around your cock and the fiery sound of it licks at your spine and sends a chill through your body. Releasing you from her mouth, the succubus looks up at you and you can see the dark pleasure building within her. She gnashes her teeth and her claws curl within the sheet. You hear it ripping and despite the pleasant feel of her cheek against your cock you turn limp seeing the evil glee in her eyes. Her moan grows louder … louder. You wince in pain as the sound of her climax beats against your ear drums. As her breathing normalizes, she sits back on the bed and spreads her legs. Almost of their own accord, your eyes leave hers and fix on the sight of her perfectly shaped pussy. A ragged moan escapes your lips as you feel your cock hardening and your desire to sink into her increases as your fear begins to fade. When you move to mount her your limbs fail to respond and a desperate sound escapes your lips as you fight to make your body obey you. She chuckles and faintly shakes her head as she drinking in the confusion written on your face. You see her tail come around and the tip of it press against her outer lips and you feel the heat of her body against the tip of your cock. You cease your struggling as comprehension dawns within you and you watch in fascination as she teases you by slowly rubbing the tip of her tail along the wet length of her slit. She slides it slowly in, making you gasp for the almost unbearable heat that surrounds the head of your cock. She moves it slowly out. You feel tears forming in your eyes as she continues to tease you in this way … moving only a little deeper each time. You begin to weep silently with need before she finally plunges her tail deep within her gloriously tight hole. "Fucking Hell!" you exclaim as you fight the need to cum already. She laughs loudly at your choice of words and the infectious loud of her mirth causes you to giggle like a giddy child. Your laughter is quickly replaced by a steady moan as she begins to pump her tail in and out of her and, (again,) your hips move to match her pace. Faster and harder you thrust as she enslaves the will of your body. You witness the dark perfection of her pussy being filled with meat and are mesmerized at the sight of her breasts bouncing with the ever deeper thrusts. You fight the desire to close your eyes again as your pleasure builds higher and higher. You know she will mount you when you cum and you want the satisfaction of seeing it, but as your pleasure builds closer and closer to fulfillment your eyes clamp shut against the sharp pleasure that borders on pain. You feel her mount you suddenly… her claws digging into your chest, and you hear the steady, loud slap of her thighs on yours as she rides your cock. You pump furiously into her impossibly wonderful pussy as stream after stream of cum finally shoots into her and you cry out in triumph … and as before, she continues to fuck you and you feel the same sensation of loss as she takes her payment from you. Her orgasm this time is less frightening but this time her eyes are closed. The pain in your eardrums is not as sharp and when you concentrate you find yourself forgetting that she is a hellish beast and you take a wicked pleasure in making her cum. She slides off your body and the smile she grants you is almost affectionate. You feel pride knowing that you have pleased her. You want to please her more and your still hard cock attests to this. Grinning, she turns away from you and lowers her upper body on the bed. Her plump, firm ass seems to beg for a smack. You attempt to lift your hand, and are amazed that it answers you. Quickly, before she has a chance to change her mind, you smack her ass as hard as you dare. You feel some presence tickling at the dark corners of your mind and you know then what she wants you to do … God cannot help you because you want it too. You spread the globes of her smooth cheeks and can't seem to help bending down to taste her puckered hole … but your cock is aching and while you relish the strangely sweet taste of her flesh you position yourself to penetrate her asshole because you dare not try her patience further. You press hard against the resisting flesh and shudder when you finally feel your head slide down into her. You move slowly forward not daring to hurt her, but she pushes back on you impatiently and sheaths you fully inside of her. She sets the rhythm this time by pushing back on your cock hard and fast and you match her thrust for thrust as you revel in the steady pull on your cock. You pound into her harder and harder and you laugh insanely as you hear her finally moaning in response to the brutal treatment. Yes … if I can make her moan then I can make her scream! You use her asshole as roughly as you can and one hand leaves her hips to spank her hard as the other digs bruisingly into her flesh. Then you feel something snap inside of you and a devilish grin plays on your lips as you grab the lower ends of her wings and use them to pull her back on you. She screams out in delight and you pull harder on her wings. You no longer care if you hurt her. You no longer think of her punishing you. You want to hurt her and you want to take the pleasure out of her scream. You grip her wings tighter and you feel the fragility of the membranes. You have your answer. You push your fingers through the membranes and curl your fists around the bone frame causing her to let out a blood-curdling shriek of pain and you smile as the blood drips down to coat your hands. You continue to pump her ass for a few more strokes, but her cries of pain tell you that you have broken her … you have turned the succubus into a weeping girl and the incredible sense of power that fills you makes it impossible for you to wait any longer. You push hard into the depths of her bowels and dump your cum. You feel the last shred of the pure thing inside you rising and you grab onto it and push it out with your seed … demanding that your whore take her payment … and despite her cries of pain, you feel her shudder under you as you continue to pump her through her climax. You move off of her quickly, suddenly disgusted by her now that you have had your fill of her, but you still take pride in the sight of her crumpled posture, the blood on your hands and the gaping hole in her ass. But then a change comes over her and your smug smirk fades from your lips as you see the rends in her wings heal themselves. She turns and fixes you with a deadly look. You feel yourself tremble as you realize that the power never was yours and you wonder what horror she is about to do to you. She crawls on hands and knees up the bed and covers your body with hers. She bends her head to bite your lip and the coppery taste informs you that she drew blood but the terror within you prevents any sound from forming in your throat. She sits up and straddles your waist. She touches a finger to your bleeding lip and then to your blood-covered hands. She swirls the blood together and then traces a thick line down the center of your chest. She repeats the mixing of blood and then paints another line across the width of your chest over the last, forming an inverted cross of blood. She moves off you and the bed and begins to chant something … you have no idea what language she speaks but the snake-like quality of her voice and the raw evil in her tone paralyze your body. Then you see three separate lights coursing in her body … each light originating from each of her holes and you realize with a sinking feeling of dread that it is your soul she is gathering. And she will come to you as a thief in the night, tempting the weak as the serpent did tempt Eve. Woe onto he who partakes of the unholy trinity of her fruit for it is filled with damnation everlasting.