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

To Bradly, it would appear that his efforts taken to lace her pussy with his drug of passion had been quite succesful as she switched over from a more confident mask to a heated request to be fucked. She was quite alluring this way. With a dark chuckle, Bradly looked into her eyes knowingly. He was both aware of how she was feeling and very obviously knew that he had what she desperately needed. Her pleads were heard and his face spealt out the fact that he was prepared to give her what she wants if she was prepared to do the same. His tall, fat cock occupying her greatest depths and entertaining every single shiny inch of her lush pink folds by spreading them further than ever before with such ease. He smirked a more evil way, the look in his eyes a little more demanding as he looked deep through the 'windows of her soul', observing her eye color and desire. Master will pleasure you. He'll feed your womb all the delicious cock milk that it is craving. But, you must surrender your heart and body to him completely first. His low, tender voice rolled to her as his giant cock continued to release it's poison of lust into her. He wanted to put her in a metaphorical corner, numb her mind with an urge she couldn't deny and have her willingly and truthfully accept her place as his cute new cum rag such that she could never take it back. In a violent motion, he slipped his arms beneath her legs and lifted her dainty body up off the couch with a stunning lack of any sign of tiring as though she weighed nothing. As he slipped her up off his cock until her cunt lips was forced to make a lewd sloppy suck around his juicy cock tip, he pulled her all the way back down to the point his cock tip again graced the very back of her womb, and even nudging into his direction with a slight bend as his forcefulness brought her down a little more. There was just so much meaty cock inside her, and it pulled and pushed through her tight little folds with ease while activating and electrifying each of her zillions of pleasurable nerve cells. In much less of a fraction of the force and effort the other, lesser males, of her past had given her- Bradly was winning in every metric and he knew it. A more confident smile found his lips as he observed her reactions to this previous action. Just say it outloud. 'I am Master's fuck slave'. He teased, but he meant it as well. Any pride of a little kitty girl that survived saying that and meaning it would be a beaten and neglected morsel of it's former self. That was his desire. Pride and cockiness had no place in his pet's, and he'd discipline them proper, he'll write it into their holes with his cock-plunger of rightiousness. --- He watched her cuddling with his tail and smiled softly. While she was a busty little cutie, she was quarky too. Surely, Tayler was confident that if things go the way he planned, he wouldn't end up raping her to breed her and satisfy his instincual desires to mate with attractive females. Tayler was, at his core and in his species, a primal creature. Sure, his sensibilities were finer and he was outwardly more refined than his lesser Kitsune cousins. However, given that he endeavors to deny himself the release of a less than human life style and does everything he can to better himself for his self-defined purpose, Tayler is thus consumed by stronger cravings. As the driver began to move and Celest scurried into motion and released his tail, Tayler decided that this moment was somewhat representative of Celest's overall personality. So far, Tayler has hypothesized that appearances are everything to Celest. If this were true, and the pety powerplay she demonstrated at his cell was just an awkward one time thing, then Tayler would be very satisfied with his new Mistress. Either way, she was far more preferable than some feeble male of her species that was after some oddball ritualistic homosexual encounters. To himself, Tayler cringed at the thought of that. Following close behind Celest, the silver kitsune hoped her bossiness was just play and that she was merely having fun with their relationship dynamic as opposed to cracking the whip early. In a long term disciplinary track, should she try to make him kneel, he'd win and he was certain of that. Tayler's eyes ran over the maids like fuckable piles of bacon, until he caught himself and looked to Celest to hear her question. With a sly postur, Tayler looked to his left and responded. Ah, but Mistress, I don't bathe like you do. Perhaps you could show me how to use this product that you mentioned? In every aspect, he was feigning ignorance and forfeiting the dominant position to Celest in this situation. It was bait, anything to avoid silently dying of boredum alone in a bathroom as he tries to soak up soapy water with his magically perfect skin.