Thread: Trishula's Market of Rare and Unusual Pets (Angel-Chan and Vik)

His young Mistress was starring. It was a pleasant sensation. Perhaps he wasn't purchased by some slap-happy total bitch this time. It was a genuine minute of her looking to him and his seemingly layered clever eyes so delicious had peered into her face with his confident smile. She caught herself, but it was almost too late. He can drop his guard for this woman, his first and only true worry was obsolved here and now. An she was a sweet little thing too, the temptation to make her all the more familiar with his assets had grown as she turn her back to him. He fought that temptation with ease. Only mortal men can be so weak to succumb to their own demons. That is, Tayler believes this to be so. I'll follow you anywhere, Mistress. A sly comment that oozed with sexual overtones that was intended as innuendo. From his words, it was very possible to come to the conclusion that he was starring at her ass in her skirt. However, a doubtful woman who just now became a pet owner probably would find some comfort in the doubt and assume he might have just been overly nice, possibly even blame her own perversions. In Tayler's mind, he treated their simple idle chatter like a multi-level chess game. His response to her potential actions worked out so many moves in advance. She was highly unlikely to take him by surprise, a clever big foxman he was. As they got to the car, he looked over her driver. Taller, more fit, and easily a hundred times more attractive to anything with a heartbeat, this driver might have been her employee of sorts and Tayler was just a slave or pet- But, Tayler was superior. Without some snooty look or cocky air, this, comparison was almost too human to make as he stood near this driver. Poor feeble human. Through numerous failings to protect his tails as a child from random car door shuttings, jeans zipper pullings, random messes on the road or on the floor, Tayler's awareness of his tails had grown to insane levels and he entered the car with ease. It was a spacious car, even for big humans. But, given his top-end size and muscular structure paired with his numerous large fluffy tails, his Mistress would inevitably feel his soft tails and smell his rainy forest natural scent. He remained on the opposite side of the seat, but he was still reachable. His eyes peered out the window, but she could easily reach his excellent shaped jaw, his smooth abs, maybe even sneak a nimble womanly hand beneath the tails over his lap. His body language wasn't submissive, but it wasn't defensive either. --- Their chemistry made Bradly so happy, to see Chocola ungracefully slip past Vanilla's cold exterior had been even more heartwarming. Maybe my generosity is tied in my nigh unlimited wealth? He plays a bit as he responds to Chocola's statements. The pink lipped brown haired pet of his had proven to be more than worth her own portion of the price alone. He didn't want to imagine that they've been abused before by commoner trash, they were his now and light years above that stage in their lives. What changed between her forcefulness with her sister and the graceful way she approached him? He couldn't make head or tails of her fearlessness, of her minimal to no pauses to think. She saddled up in his lap of with so much ease and even took his shoulders. She was doing so well. Normally, when a man and a woman makes love this is appropriate. He speaks directly to her kitty ears in a low, tender, quiet voice. However, I want you open up. Men have these basic physical needs, and Master wants to burden you with some of the responsibility for his basic physical needs. Okay, my adorable kitten? He hasn't touched her yet, his lips still near her ears as he speaks to her with intense care. His hands took her hands on his shoulders and guided them to his large lavish chains. Here. Grip these, Hopefully they will comfort you. An offer that must have been too good to be true, the large rubies and sapphires and the quality of the metal making these chains quite the spectacle, and an expensive one at that. You are far more fragile than these chains. Please hold them tight to stay upward, Chocola. He whispered her name as though he cherished it. Their closeness and her nudity on his lap had already gotten him rather aroused. His coat acting like a skirt over her thighs had managed to shroud his lap completely, leaving the events to come down to Vanilla's imagination. Stand on your knees, hold my chains to remain steady, hover over my lap. He instructed as he unfastened his belt and undid his trousers to pull down his boxers and let his hot monsterly length snd thickness press against her sex between her legs. Feel that, Kitten? That's master's cock. It is going to make us both happy and warm. He smiled wide, his length was long enough to ride right up to her belly button even though she was on her knees. His cock clumsily pressed against her abdomen and warmed her crotch as it waited to enter a hot tight wet little hole. It's okay, Chocola. Just lift yourself up and press your cute little pussy on mt fat cockhead. He whispered to her, his hands taking to holding her face gingerly as he looked into her eyes.