Cring strikes again

Duncan was again surprised to find his clothes in a pile on the ground, discarded before he made his way to closer to Emily. He was naked, again. Except, of course, for Cring. Not only was he prominently attached to Duncan’s mast, Duncan realized his cock was several sizes larger than it had been. Not that he had been small, but average was probably accurate. Now he was worried whether he would be able to have sex possessing a monster this large. Of course, beyond the worry of suddenly having said monster between his legs. NOW how was he going to explain this?!

He looked down at her, a curious expression on her face and a weird energy in her eyes. Damage control was getting to be more and more impossible. “Em, I didn’t...I don’t know how...you have to understand, I didn’t do anything! I just meant...”

“To fuck me, own me, and make me yours.” This time, as she said it, her toes curled and she moaned, gently but passionately. She shook her head and stood up, pushing Duncan back as she did. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I am going to fuck you...I mean I am going to be your fuck toy...I mean I’m such an obedient **** for you!” With every thing she said, it was obvious she meant something else. With every word, she grew more flushed and bothered, panting and grabbing the front of her thong as she tried to speak. She grunted in frustration, which, even that, sounded sexier than she intended. “Duncan, help me to understand all of this. Help me to understand what a slutty girl I am…” she closed her eyes and shuddered, but didn’t moan this time, her hand now slowly stroking against a wet spot on her thong, “and what I need to do to become yours forever...” her mouth popped open and she again slapped her hand over her mouth.

Duncan felt his traitorous actions start to churn inside him. He felt guilty for what he did to Emily and dread at how her life, and his, may forever be ruined. He felt it start to burn him up, to consume him. But before he felt like he was going to collapse into despair, he felt…calmer. Well, calmer and invigorated. As if all of these feelings were starting to enhance something else within him. The heat got stronger, fiery instead of consuming, if that made sense. Without thinking, he blurted, “take off your shirt and bra.”

He felt a bit dumbfounded at his words. Did he just say that? Before he could analyze it further, Emily was completely naked in front of him, following his order quickly. “Yes sir.” As she said it, she took a sharp intake of breath and let out a long, quiet moan.

He shook his head. He felt...hungry, like that heat he was feeling was turning into a fire. And Emily was like kindling. She was...undeniably and irresistibly sexy, even without her Maker induced words. He felt his self control slipping, it was only a matter of time before he took advantage of her. He stopped and looked at her, looking at him expectantly. The more he looked at her, the stronger the thought that bubbled to the surface...