An Evening Stroll

You were enjoying the sight of Cerena’s blissful suffering. She walked naked on her hands and knees like a dog through the quiet night. Your desires had already grown too great to feel bad about how you were treating her. She wanted this, and what was more, so did you.

In your hand, you held a leash made of pure demonic energy. You hadn’t practiced this. In fact, you weren’t sure how exactly you’d manifested it.

You desired to give Cerena the treatment she wanted, and this was the magic that was created through that will. While tethered, Cerena was unable to disobey your commands. Only through your shared desire could the demonic leash be removed. That’s why, you were filled with lust towards your new wife. The mere fact the tether remained signaled just how much this slutty dog relished in this treatment. You watched as the hellhound swayed her perfect ass side to side trying to tempt you. You had forbidden her from speaking, and it was sexy how she tried to display her desire wordlessly and without shame in this public space.

“We’ve not even gone a few blocks, and you're already leaking on the sidewalk. What a slutty little bitch you are.” You said with sweet malice in your tone.

You gave a brief tug to the tether, causing her to **** and whimper. It might have seemed painful had her pussy not immediately began to flutter in orgasm. Your cock was already swollen at the spectacle.

“Obviously, we need to do more training. You can’t just wet yourself anywhere you please. You have to go to the right spot.” You said, walking up to the quivering hellhound.

“Let me show you.”

You led Cerena to a nearby tree that grew in one of those little patches of grass that lined the street. You looked at her expectantly, but she did not do what you wanted.

“Let me see it.” You ordered firmly, causing Cerena to whimper and hesitate. Her fiery eyes pleaded with you.

You coursed your magic into her further, tightening the tether, and causing more whimpers and ecstatic groaning to escape the hellhound’s lips. Still, she did not obey.

“You’re trying my patience, bitch.” You said in a tone that commanded obedience.

Still, Cerena resisted.

“It looks like this untrained slut needs her master’s loving support.” You said, unzipping your pants to allow your engorged member to be free. Lifting her up from behind under her knees, you splayed Cerena in full view of anyone who might pass by. Holding her in place, you caressed her lower lips with your shaft.

Teasing, always teasing.

Only after she peaked again did you roughly shove your entire length into her deepest recesses.

Rather than allow time for adjustment, you selfishly sought your own pleasure in her smoldering insides. Cerena groaned loudly at the intrusion. You thrust up into her hot pussy, unrelentingly pressing against her womb.

Her moans and vocalizations became louder as you felt your demonic magic starting to sink its way into her. It was the familiar feeling of claiming a woman.

Just then, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. With her keen sense of hearing, Cerena temporarily came out of her lust-induced stupor, a look of alarm on her face.

“What? Are you worried that someone might see you? The real you? Not the tough respectable hellhound, but my squealing bitch in heat?”

Cerena nodded, but you felt the muscles in her pussy flex and squeeze from the excitement.

Across the street, the silhouette of another person could be seen approaching the commotion that you and your pet were creating. Again, Cerena tried to wordlessly plead with you to stop, but that desperation on her face spurred you on further. You picked up the pace, seemingly unconcerned with the approaching person.

Though you could not make out any details, it was certain that the person was approaching you two. Cerena was twitching and squeezing for dear life, as if her pussy refused to let you go despite her fears of being discovered.

“Looks like we’re about to get caught, Cerena.” You hissed into her black, fluffy ears.

Cerena shook her head and closed her eyes tightly, as if not seeing the approaching person would somehow prevent you all from being seen.

“I can’t stop until you go like a good girl. Personally, I don’t mind being seen. I’m just fucking a bitch, but you? You are the one getting off being treated like a pet with everything on display like some pervert.”

Cerena groaned and whimpered again.

The figure stopped in the shadows across the street. They definitely should be able to see you both now.

“Look, Cerena.” You purred. “You have an audience while I’m training you. I think they like what they see.”

“Mm mm!” Cerena cried out.

“You say that, but you’re dripping here.” You said, turning one hand to touch the hellhound’s swollen clit. You surged magic into your touch, eliciting another moan.

“I know you love this. If you weren’t some slutty exhibitionist bitch, you could have resisted the leash by now. You must want this person to see you piss like a dog. C’mon. Let's not keep them waiting for the climax of the show.”

Not caring at all about the audience, you dropped your illusions, revealing your crown of horns and demonic eyes. You felt the magic of lustful dominance build up as you continued your **** on your willing pet.

“Time to let loose, Cerena.” You hissed, granting several finishing thrusts and exploding within her tight tunnel. Cerena screamed out into the night. The intense stimulation caused her to violently squirt all over the ground and tree. As her mind was wracked with orgasmic bliss, the familiar purple runes began to appear across her abdomen. When they finished carving themselves into her ebony flesh, she went limp.