Re: Ashley, Tsubaki, Priscilla (Scurdytrap, KakkaHousu, Tiffanian)
Priscilla nodded as her master spoke, knowing that what he said was true enough. If Carmen was just sex crazy she wouldn’t be very useful in the next battle they got into, easily manipulated and distracted. She was glad she had been useful, and her tail waggled happily a little bit as she walked alongside him.
A little bit later, on the bed, she could pretty much tell that Michael knew what she was going to ask even before she had asked it. He was always so good at reading her body language… not that it was a difficult task considering just how horny she was, and how she usually wore it on her sleeve. Despite none of it being actually true the game had implanted false memories into Priscilla because of the curse, and though she thought of him as a “master” it wasn’t necessarily a slavish sort of relationship she believed she had with him. It was more likely that she held the place of cherished pet than slave, and for her part she knew that she loved her owner deeply and completely. It wasn’t an exclusive relationship on either end, though she did prefer him over all others and did get jealous of other women he was with. Under normal circumstances she would have been able to control herself, wouldn’t have needed him quite so badly as she did now… but it had been a little while, not only since they’d had sex, but since she’d been with him for a significant amount of time, and now she felt the strong urge to show him her love for him.
On a normal day the dog-girl would have begged to please her owner first, to service him before he attended to her pleasure, but this time was a little different. "I feel like it’s been forever" she said quietly, "I miss spending time with master. I’ve missed master a lot. I’ve really missed making master feel good… and feeling good with you too." As she spoke he pulled her in closer to him, a strong hand firmly controlling her from her back until he judged her close enough, and then he ripped her little nightgown off of her. She let out a whimpering gasp of pleasure, enjoying the force of it even if it was for show; whatever their relationship was, she liked it when he took her for his own pleasure, when he controlled and used her as if she really was his slave. She puffed out her chest for him as he grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her arms above her head, her tail wagging furiously as she whimpered in anticipation, and quickly with his other hand he began to stroke and grope her firmly, teasing her full breasts, her belly, all the way down to her sopping pussy. He didn’t even prod into her with his fingers but still the feeling was bliss, and when he leaned in to kiss her passionately she felt like she might melt at his touch. Priscilla closed her eyes, her fingers and toes twitching and clenching in pleasure, her back arching… Michael kept up the attention for a few minutes, when suddenly she let out a soft, low pitched howl into her owner’s mouth, letting loose a gush of her juices onto his hand as she came. He knew just how to pleasure her, every little weakness and fetish she had, all of the more sensitive spots on her body… he used that knowledge to great effect often enough.
They had only just begun though, thankfully for the redhead, and there was much more pleasure ahead of her… She nodded when he spoke to her, panting a little bit as her tail wagged, knowing just what he meant. Slowly he pushed her off the bed onto her knees, still holding her by the wrists, and she quickly set to work. It was a bit more difficult than normal despite all of her training, she was just so very horny, but she set about carefully unbuttoning his pants with her mouth alone. Though with her magic it wasn’t really necessary to keep his pants fully intact, damaging them felt like it would reflect poorly on her as a pet. When she finally did manage it the difficult part was over, and she took the zipper in her teeth and tugged it down, her sensitive nose catching a strong whiff of his masculine musk. She began to drool as she pulled his pants down, and especially when she moved back up to carefully pull down his underwear with her teeth, her eyes lighting up. She would have readily admitted that she loved dick, all dick, but this one was special to her. Her master’s member was the best, the most perfect, and with it exposed to her she couldn’t help but start to lap at it. Her tail wagged furiously as she bathed Michael’s cock with her tongue, cleaning it and getting it ready to be used on her. She knew his taste well and loved it, knew every inch of his length, knew just the way he liked to be licked and suckled on. Even just doing it made Priscilla shiver with pleasure, not needing to be touched to experience bliss as she served her owner.
He didn’t have her do it for very long, of course, even though she could have gone on for hours and hours licking him without getting tired of it. The dog-girl quickly hopped up onto the bed again when he released her arms and told her to, her tail wagging as he told her what a good job she had done. When he got up on the bed with her she knew that it was time to stop playing around and to really get down to pleasuring him. She had already had her first orgasm, it was time to give Michael his. After just a few more licks she carefully took his cock into her mouth, slowly working her lips down his shaft and back up again, her tongue lapping at his underside. She built up her pace quickly, taking him deeper with each bob of her head until finally she was properly suckling at him from tip to base. It didn’t take long before he groaned out in pleasure, and Priscilla felt her master’s cock throb a bit before pumping cum down her throat into her waiting belly. Her tail waggled furiously as she looked up at him with such love and desire in her eyes, so happy and pleased just to be bringing him to orgasm.
When she pulled away and sucked down the last of his cum Michael grabbed her again, pulling her in against his body in a warm embrace. She panted and hugged onto him tightly, smiling and spreading her legs as he laid her down on her back. Thankfully he was still hard as a rock, and he easily penetrated her soaking pussy and started to thrust slowly, gently, still holding her tight and kissing her. This was what heaven was like, the dog-girl was sure of it. It didn’t take her long to come to another peak, and then another… the two fucked for hours, which really seemed like an eternity to Priscilla. She seemed to have two or three orgasms for every one of her master’s, and before long at all lost track completely of most everything but the sensations he was giving her and her feelings for him. Every so often they would change position, sometimes with her on top riding his cock, others with her on her back, sometimes with her on all fours, and he gave her a few quick little breaks to grope and kiss her so that she didn’t get too overstimulated. The dog-girl moaned and woofed and howled in her bliss, filling the room and no doubt beyond with the noise.
Before they were even done the bedsheets were badly stained with their love juices, soaked in places where Priscilla had been while cumming. Michael stopped her eventually, pushing her back up onto all fours, and gently groped her rump, asking her if they should stop. After all, she had only just recovered from her ordeal before. Still, just the feeling of his hand against her ass made her shiver with pleasure, and she quickly objected "no, let’s not stop! Not yet! I’d really like to feel master in my pussy again!" He soon obliged her, slipping into her messy cunt for one last fuck and starting to thrust rapidly. There was a lewd wet noise with each motion as their juices sloshed around inside of her, stirred up by her master’s cock, making her woof out happily while her tail wagged against his belly. The dog-girl was even drooling in bliss, barely able to think with him taking her from behind in such a way. The feeling was incredible, and when he finally came inside of her she let out a long, high pitched howl as her lower body slumped forward, her own orgasm overtaking her powerfully. It seemed to go on and on, almost perpetual as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness, her eyes fluttering closed as she laid her cheek against the bed, still drooling…
Michael soon repositioned her for sleep on one of the more dry sections of the bed, holding her to his chest and gently hugging her, petting her back and hair. Priscilla could feel it even in her sleep, unconsciously nuzzling against him, her tail wagging softly behind her. This was the way things were supposed to be, the best ending to a day; cuddled up in her master’s arms. She had a deep, restful sleep, one of the best of her life, only waking either when he wanted to wake her or past midday.
