Thread: Animal (Verse and Zoophilian)

He appreciated the little peck he received from her. None of the pain he gave, or the pain he sought to give her in the future, were born from wanting to hurt something he hated. If she hadn't been special, he would not have cared whether she be satisfied or succumbing to bad things. So despite his expertly crafted spiral of beautiful submission that had lead to only one possible conclusion, that she loved him, he had loved her first. He had seen her before she had seen him, after all, and that had been enough to send him on this path. Frankly, Edmond had wanted her so much, provided it was in the right way, that he had been willing to kill for her. Well. Perhaps he was absolved of that sin thanks to her, in the end. But that was a technicality. The time she took to turn her head toward the new treasure between them, the last and only object she would really own and would own her in return, was very telling of what was going on inside her head. He thought it too, of course. The suit had a certain design, and couldn't be used by anyone but Katya. He'd had it made, made much of it himself. She had not fought the times when he had measured her. There was a joke between them, when he'd tie the measuring tape around her stomach flat, and then when he was inside her. Useless knowledge, and incidentally a very entertaining game. They had continued this until he'd cum, and swelled her with his deposit so that she couldn't maintain deflation, even when he pulled out. Still, there was always an element of guessing, as to how it would look, once it was applied. He found it adorable, the way she wondered about her name. He smiled darkly, all his teeth, as he ruffled her hair with a rough touch. He sat harder on her stomach, using his weight as mean of controlling, dominating. Red eyes unprotected by expensive glass as he looked into her deeply colored oceans. Well, this is a rare opportunity for us, Katya. He looked down at her body, pushed her forehead to make her lay straight, so his fingers to move between her breasts to tickled her stomach, almost where his clothed cock rested against her. What should your name be? I assure you your current name won't fit at all, in your new form, since you will be part Katya and part something else. Really he wouldn't know until he saw the newborn creature, but he'd like to know anyway, if she had a sound in her soul that already called out syllables. Then it would be fated. He did not trifle with fate if it spoke directly. As for restraints such as collars and leashes... I think we both know the animal you'll be wont be satisfied without them, even if your new life will essentially be free. He tilted his head and looked down at her arms closing in as if he was about to embrace her small body. Instead the long limbs came to an end at her throat, thumbs locking above and two fingers from each hand underneath. Gentle squeeze, turning tighter. Isn't that so, Kayta? He kissed her softly as the pressure grew. He enjoyed this way of torture. The body had its own mechanisms for survival, no matter how well trained the subject was. It was complimenting, the way her tanned skin wrinkled for his strength. He could listen to her strained breath for hours. That was not the point of tonight. So he left her with a kiss, as if thanking her for lending him her breath, or most of it, before he let go. Why don't you go and say hello? he said, lifting off her reluctantly, sitting on the floor, fully clothed by her naked form. Surely she would be curious about it. But crawl. he ordered. Arm crossed over his bent legs, truly like a master training his pet on the floor. Red eyes illustrious as he cast them toward the empty canine. He couldn't say that he disliked seeing her on her knees, especially from behind. Greet it like dogs do. Perhaps he couldn't keep this up for too long. Edmon, too was getting eager, not only to see her transformed, but also to start the process. And then whisper a certain truth to her.