A Visit from the Mistress

As the sun rose, Flinch finally closed his eyes. He had been awake for 24 hours at this point his body ached from the fight and his heart from the loss. With his fatherly duty fulfilled, he could now rest.

He opened his eyes and found himself in a familiar place. A cage beneath a large wooden bed in a pleasantly warm room. The heavy smell of sweet smoke filled his nose, bringing his mind back to the smell of the red skin of his “Mistress”. “Welcome back, my little pet.”, she shifted on the bed above him, dangling her feet off the edge of the bed just like last time, “Why don’t you greet me properly?”. Flinch considered his options for a moment. He was stronger than last time, much stronger in fact, but his instincts had also gotten sharper. Those instincts told him clear as day that there wasn’t a chance of beating her, not right now.

He crawled towards the bars, pushed his lips against her warm, soft soles and kissed them, “Hello Mistress.”. “Good pet~”, she chuckled, “You are a fast learner in more ways than one. To think that it was only three months ago that you found my horn…”. Flinch placed a hand on the horn protruding from his forehead. “Anyway, you have put yourself in a good position. You are gaining power, growing your clan, soon you will have an army of unusually strong goblins. But there is an issue.”, she let the statement hang in the air, showing no intention of elaborating. “What’s the problem… Mistress?”, Flinch finally pressed out. “Oh, you want me to tell you? Just like that?”, she snapped her fingers and a few of the bars disappeared, leaving an opening for Flinch to crawl through, “Come out pet, you have earned the privilege to see me through your actions.”.

It was still on her terms, but Flinch wanted out of the cage. He crawled past her feet, eventually leaving the cage behind and turning around. On the edge of the bed sat a woman who was undoubtedly a devil. Her whole nude body had crimson skin, with darker scales protecting her arms, sides and back. She would surely be taller than even Astra if she stood up and muscular but not ripped. Two long horns shot almost straight up from her forehead, framed by flowing hair black as coal. A pair of yellow eyes fixed him in a predatory gaze, her smile revealed sharp teeth, “Your expression is appropriate, pet. I have many names and titles, but you may call me Mistress Verrayn.”.

She spread her legs slightly, revealing her golden slit, “Why don’t you show me how much you want my help, pet?”. Flinch was stunned by the supernatural temptress before him. He had felt her presence before, but looking at her was entirely different from that. Had he not trained his mind through deep meditation, he was sure he would have fallen under her speel forever right then and there.

With few options, he crawled towards the dominant devil and stopped on his knees between her soft thighs. He turned his head up at her and was met with an almost friendly smile, then he leaned forward and placed kisses on her inner thighs. Slowly, teasingly, he moved closer and closer to her womanhood, finally closing his lips around her mound and sucking her clit. “Mmmmnh~ very good.”, her honeyed voice encouraged him. He went on worshipping her, licking, kissing and sucking in a mighty effort to please his Mistress. He could mostly see her tight stomach gently rising and falling in front of him, but she showed no sign of approaching an orgasm. Her occasional sighs showed she enjoyed him, but there were no moans, just occasional verbal encouragement. “A good tongue on you, pet~ Maybe I’ll just keep you here forever… This place suits you…”, she finally said after what felt like hours.

Flinch looked up at her from between her legs, his face covered in her sweet juices, “Please Mistress, I must return to my clan.”. With a smile she placed a hand on his head and ruffled his hair, “Just kidding… not about the tongue part though. You have proven your devotion. I’ll tell you what your big problem is: Heroes.”. “Heroes, Mistress?”, Flinch was genuinely confused, don’t all Paladins consider themselves heroes? “Yes, heroes. Your army is strong, but if the strongest fighter on the other side is more powerful than you, at some point you will lose.”, she suddenly clamped her thighs around his neck, crossing her feet behind his back and leaving him gasping for air, “They will kill you, demoralize your army and burn your whole clan. They have the blessings of gods, they’re allies to primordials, they will crush you if you attract their attention too early. So, what will you do, pet? Hm?”. Flinch felt her strong legs restrict his airflow, her words reached him like through a thick mist and he barely managed to utter two words in response, “…get… stronger…”.

Sweet air rushed into his lungs; her legs had retreated just enough for him to take a deep breath. “Correct, pet, very good. You have a lot of latent power gathered from the six paladin sluts you captured, and you need to turn that all into usable skills before you announce yourself to the world. Focus on improving while your clan grows, they can fend for themselves for a while. Understood?”, she gently pressed her thighs against him to prod him for an answer. “Yes, Mistress. I understand.”, his breathing was still laboured. “Fantastic! Good luck then, my little pet.”, with those words her thighs clamped shut once again and they did not open this time. With her smell in his nose and her skin against his, Flinch struggled weakly before everything finally went dark.