Falter

Between her change in tone and the claw circling your jugular, you freeze, your brain unable to choose between fight and flight. She smiles at seeing this, her fierce presence softening as she takes your exposed moment to finish putting her collar on you.

“Kneel.” She commands, and you automatically comply. Did you choose to comply, or did the collar force you? You don’t know, scared and horny as she flops her cock on top of your head, letting you feel just how heavy it is.

“Good little human. See, species doesn’t matter. I desire your submission, so you will submit. Now, you haven’t earned my cock yet. So why don’t you start on my balls, and if you do a good job I may just give you your meal.”