Dec 16th: Bayonetta's Master

“Smashing!”

The umbran witch destroyed one more angel, successfully wiping out the area and earning herself a platinum medal. Confidently sucking the lollipop she’d stolen off a passerby, the angels in cities were always so easy to deal with. She strutted back down the street with her long legs and sassy shake towards the clothing shop she’d been interrupted in.

So many gazes gave her a passover as she returned to the world of the humans. Men and women alike couldn’t help but stare at the curvy witch. Oozing the type of confidence that they could only dream of. They simply loved to watch her walk.

“Dere you arr!” Enzo yelled, sighing impatiently as he tapped his foot against his car. “Bayonetta, you carn’t keep me ere all day! I gots places to BE!”

“Oh, quiet Enzo.” She retorted, walking past him to the clothing store again. “Wait there like a good pet, and maybe I’ll reward-”

BEEP BEEP

She stopped in her tracks, suddenly whipping out a phone.

Enzo couldn’t see what she was looking at, or the reaction she had to receiving the text, though the fact it had Bayonetta quiet was eyebrow raising at least.

“Go home, Enzo.” She suddenly said, tossing the lollipop at his car bonnet and making his yell obscenities. “Mama’s got somewhere to be,”

“WHAT?! Just like-?!” He barked, but as soon as he turned back to growl at her, she was gone. The chauffeur grumbled, cleaning the candy gunk from his car and polishing it up before waiting an extra hour for Bayonetta to return. It wasn’t the first time she’d ditched for a long time, though with no sudden threat it felt a little weirder than usual…

It had all started a few months ago for Bayonetta.

As a way to destress after a long day of killing angels, she would take a human and make them her pet for the evening. Breaking into their house, tying them up, and having her way with them until they quickly ran dry, in which she’d disappear into the night. Never to be seen again.

Sometimes the humans would leave just as satisfied as her, other times they’d claim their lives were ruined by the tall woman who burst into their lives, but it didn’t matter to Bayonetta really.

This all changed when she met the one who didn’t wilt.

The woman quickly slinked into the apartment number that had appeared on her phone. “I-I’ve arrived!” She called out as she walked through the building, still strutting her stuff when she walked but quickly shedding her ‘outfit’ to show off the majority of her skin. The hair pulling back to form a very revealing maid outfit. Frills, a skirt with no bottom, and even nipple holes pre-cut out.

As soon as she did, a scruffy man appeared from the doorway to the bedroom, dressed in only a tight fitting tanktop to accentuate his lack of muscle. Though it did proudly show off the elephant trunk he had slapping against his thigh.

In an instant, Bayonneta was on her knees. “Master…” She beamed, almost tearfully greeting him as her head lowered to the ground. “You kept me waiting a whole week this time… did I do something to displease you?”

He said nothing. But she could feel the grin of his teeth shining down on her prostrating form. With subtlety, she shrank her clothes even more to give her tight tits a front wedgie and show off her curves just a little bit more. While also showing the plug that had been jammed inside her asshole for him.

The man continued to say less than nothing. Only walking towards the bedroom he’d emerged from and snapping his fingers only once.

Bayonetta was so happy she heard that snap. Scrambling to her feet and rushing towards the bedroom.

How had he done it? How had he placed Cereza under his thumb so totally?

Fairly simply, it was his dick.

Seems like an easy answer. Cliche even. But why fight facts? Bayonetta, the tall and sexy woman always sucking a lollipop when she wasn’t killing angels, was a massive masochistic size queen. Twas truly the Occam's razor of sexual plots.

As she walked to the bed, the fat man’s legs wide and inviting, groans of anger could be heard from the corner of the room.

“Jeanne? Are you really being punished again?” She sighed, tutting her head at the platinum blonde’s captivity.

Ropes were tightly trapping the woman’s entire body, accentuating her curvy form well as her pussy soaked the itchy rope thong now wore. A ball gag in her mouth. A chain on her neck. All while looking on towards the bed in both anger and longing.

“Let me guess, you thought you could get away with kissing another man while Master was away? Silly tramp. The least you could do is stay faithful to our stud!” Bayonetta spat violently down at her fellow witch, only treating the woman as she would want to be treated in this position. As much as this was a punishment, they both knew they would only ever be naughty for a bigger masochistic thrill when Master returned.

Which is why Jeanne came hard as the spit dribbled down her sweaty cheek.

“Hmph. I’ll be taking the Master’s cock for myself today,” She said with a turn, showing off her buttplug again as she jumped elegantly onto the bed. Crawling like a cat on all fours towards the growing tower, “As long as he permits it of course…”

His lack of action was all the confirmation she needed. Bayonetta and Jeanne had long since understood the whims of their near silent stud, so when he said nothing it meant he totally gave permission for her to go hog wild on his wild hog.

She may have been taller, more agile, and far far powerfuller than the single human. But Bayonetta would have done anything for just one more taste of this slimy penis her lips wrapped around. She was its slut. No one else’s. Glans full of the thickest unwashed dick cheese, coating her long tongue before barreling down her welcoming gullet. A squirt of pussy juice landing behind her from the microgasm she felt from degrading herself like this.

Maidyonetta wasted no time in deep throating Master’s cock. It was still a struggle, all these years later, to get such a wide girth down her, but at least that pesky gag reflex had been trained away. Her black lipstick smeared along the pipe. Rubbing her lips against the sides, pillows struggling to get past the protruding veins that coated his thick leathery skin.

Jeanne had to watch on and dream about her own throat bulging in such a way. Cereza may have had the better body, but Master always appreciated her abilities more. The lack of confidence she had in herself had made her struggle harder to earn his favour. But, she also liked to be punished.

And the man? He just sat there. Umbran throat wrapped tightly around his girth, he could just enjoy the effort she was putting in. Spittle and drool soaking the already thoroughly stained bed. Soon joined by putrid yellowish cum that exploded into Bayonetta’s mouth.

“MMPH!” It had come with no warning, spraying the entire length of her long neck to fill the woman’s stomach. Disengaging from surprise and need to breath, the witch’s face and chest were rapidly sprayed with jets of semen right from the oversized ballsack she’d been kissing. Covering her lips, soaking her tits, all while she tried to wrangle the writhing snake back into her mouth. “Damn… as much as I love master’s showers, I wanted more in my stomach…” She chuckled softly, licking away what she could while the sticky liquid soaked into her skin.

His cock did not wilt. It lay only temporarily against his belly before a snap of his fingers made Bayo clean him down. The oozing semen down the long shaft was treated like cream down a cone, licking it rapidly back to its source.

And then it was time for the main event.

“Fabulous, my darling.” The umbran witch purred, mounting herself up to be able to sink herself down onto the shorter man’s fat schlong. “You so know how to treat a lady~”

Jeanne’s jealousy was finally becoming greater than her desire to be tied up and forgotten. That fire of desire as Cereza’s wrecked pussy began to gobble up her master’s dick was getting the better of her. An itch deep in her frustrated cunt imagining it to be her pussy reamed, split apart in that way that had stolen the two witches’ hearts.

The fattest ass in a maid outfit bounced rapidly up and down the swollen length. Bayo’s voice had rapidly, as usual, devolved into moans and guttural sounds as her lonely inner walls stroked her master. Witches had a healing factor that made their insides tight for titanic towers. Guided in by a gushing slit that had been **** for her master for months. So many angel fights with this damned butt plug inside her. Buzzing away intermediately, her master’s whims tickling her rectum whenever he felt the need to remind her of her place. It was so hot. She loved to be treated like his plaything so much. To put on airs for the rabble that she was some high class snob teasing the yokels, when in reality she was a dirty fuck pig for a big dicked loser.

Shameless riding lasted a long time. Echoing slaps as Bayo’s booty lewdly clapped their cheeks together with every jump. She’d reduced her maid outfit to mere pasties now, her hair changing to match her master’s tastes and keep him hot for her.

It was when he grabbed her ankles she knew she was in for a treat. “OH~?! M-master?!”

There was just no need to exert himself usually, so when he wanted to fuck her hard she knew she’d done something right. Or Jeanne had done something really wrong, either way Bayonetta fell onto her back and spread herself wide for him.

“YES!” She moaned when his cock entered her fully, his gut pushing him down to flatten her against the stain riddled mattress. Her talons dug into his shoulders. Long legs were wrapped around him, desperately clawing that stud to crush her more with his womb smasher. “OH MY FUCKING GOD! USE ME! **** ME! DESTROY MY FUCKING BITCH PUSSYYYY!!!!”

Nothing yelled was an order, more a hopeful prayer to her hung god. He wasn’t one to disappoint, thrusting with the strength of an ox into his property. She writhed beneath him. The brunette was feeling like just a tissue for a teenager, a flesh light for a cuckold… a hole for her master. Electricity and fire roared inside her as the massive meat pistoned wildly inside of her.

All before the big release. An actual guttural noise escaping the usual silent man who thrusted so hard against her cervix before unleashing both testicular barrels into her.

Jizz soaked her insides. Sticky, boiling, overpowering breed sauce flooded her witches womb. Bayonetta holding him down into her body to make every jet as deep as it could be, all while her own orgasm shook her core and melted her brain. Their sweat, juices, and souls melded into one in a perfectly glorious moment. Kissing passionately this lowly human who provided her with the best orgasms in any realm.

“Hooo… my word. Please never leave me for more than a week from now on, master.” She begged quietly, refusing to let him go even as their sexes became glued together with drying sperm. “I’ll never get anything done if I’m just constantly thinking about your cock!”