A ’s Mouth

“I have wanted you, My pet, since that day.” Said Darius looking down at her. She was so sexy, kneeling there, a Collar around her throat, like a slutty sex ****; he’d have to get the key from Beth. He looked at Ariana’s slightly parted lips, which were trembling…the lips of his soon to be ****. “In truth I have wanted you for years, My pet.”

She moaned, sounding like a whore, and she licked those soft lips. “Since that day I haven’t thought of anything but you, Sir.” She whispered. “Even before that I wanted to be yours…I would have done anything!” Her breasts heaved as her breathing quickened, lips still trembling.

He smiled, the scent of her blood, just beneath the surface of her soft skin was intoxicating, and it mixed with the scent of her lust. Tonight he would claim her body, enslaving her, and drinking of her life blood…but he would wait before turning her into His spawn. He looked into her eyes, strengthening the physic connection, and implanted an image of her sucking His cock.

Her eyes became glazed, and she leaned forward, unbuckled his belt, then unzipped it, and pulled his pants down to His knees. His hard Cock sprang free, erect and engorged. Despite being in a hypnotic state she trembled slightly, then she bent her head and slid those soft lips over the head of his cock. Slowly she took the whole thing in her mouth, her saliva coating it. In the back of her mind she realized it was cold; she had sucked a few cocks over the last few years, but they had all been hot. She ignored it, because of both her lust and the hypnosis.

He groaned, bunched her hair roughly in his hands, and began thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth. He stood, getting a different angle, and bent her head back. She gurgled and gagged as he skull fucked her, his cock bulging her throat. Bubbles and rivulets of saliva slipped from the corners of her mouth, and her face slowly began turning blue from lack of air…but dutifully she kept sucking.