Thread: Royal Pet, I Think Not![SOULdier3 x SeraphinexLight]

As the man lifted his lips and fangs from her smooth thigh she felt slight relief. His words made her scowl, her eyes narrowing despite the pleasure overwhelming her. She watched him closely, trying desperately to focus on something, trying to keep herself from being taken over by the feathers powers. But as she watched him she became more and more frightened, he whipped out a blade from his boot and leaned over her. Sophia bit her lip, eyes wavering as she watched him. A small cry emitted from her lips as the blade touched her skin and cut her bra material, leaving it useless in covering her. She sniffled and let more tears fall from her eyes,You're heartless! she cried out. His eyes grazed over her, but he didn't seem aroused or even hungry, but it was odd. It was as if she affected him differently then a normal woman would. The feather floated at her thigh still and then a sudden increase in the painful pleasure shot through her. If it was even possible, more tears shed from her eyes. Sophia cried out, but then bit her tongue, trying increasingly hard to ignore the feelings welling up inside her. He wanted her to be obedient, and in return he'd give her a little bit of freedom and some rewards. The thought whirled around her mind, calling for her to accept, telling her to just give into him. Do what she was told! But another part of the human was telling her to fight him for as long as she could. She cried out in both pleasure and frustration. His head lowered to the side of her ribcage, where he sucked lightly, ridding her skin of the blood that had slid down from the cut on her chest. The feel of his mouth increased the pleasure for a moment, causing her to forget the pain as a soft moan escaped her lips. But then she gritted her teeth as everything threatened to overtake her at long last. No! she cried her back falling against the sheets only to rise again as she began shaking with the effort not to explode at the feelings inside of her. She looked at her 'master' and narrowed her eyes as she saw him watching her, his watch careful and precise. Her chest was rising in the same painfully fast and deep way. As he leaned over her she stiffened at the feel of his hand against her underwear. A whimper escaped her lips as yet another jolt of pleasure wracked her body. Parts of her seemed numb from the constant painful sensations, but her inside were still burning and thrumming with pleasure. Please.. she whimpered, but he spoke again and she felt herself gasp, a moan sliding from her lips as she did as she was commanded. She came, her body tensing and shaking for a moment, body wracked with intense pleasure, a small edge of pain from the still working feather. His fingers traced the length of her panties, making her wiggling in discomfort, eyes closed and lips parted as she whimpered. Her body was weak from the constant stress of pleasure and pain, and her chest was heaving in hard, challenging breaths. The man stood from the bed, giving her a rather amused looked before he turned to leave. Leave! Sophia's eyes were wide as she heard him step away. No! Don't- she cried out,Don't leave me with this thing! she begged. Please?! she pleaded as her tears brimmed over. She was already weak, her voice strained with the effort it took to speak. As he looked over his shoulder at her he waved his hand and the feather floated and hovered over towards her legs. He wasn't finished! She screamed in agitated frustration and fear. Her eyes wavered as she looked at the thing. A part of her body yearned for its pleasant touch, but her mind and soul feared it, knowing it would cause pain and cause her to lose control of herself. Surely if he left her with that damnable feather she'd be worn out within minutes more. What if he left her with it for hours? She'd be lying there, breathing slow and ragged, eyes wide and body twitching involuntarily, with tears covering her face and the pillow beneath her, while her panties would easily be soaked through. She'd be a shell of a girl, worn to thin from the mixture of bliss and terror.