Hello Master

It was nearly lunchtime now. The morning had been uneventful following the incident with Kiri. You found it helpful to pour your mind into your work, though the frustration you were feeling continued to gnaw at the corners of your consciousness. It didn’t help that Cerena had decided to spend some time chatting.

Cerena technically had the day off in order to prepare her things for sponsorship. She was lounging in your office in a casual outfit. It looked to you more like a workout outfit. Tight black leggings hugged the hellhound's hips and outlined her perfect ass. It featured a matching tank top that showed off her cleavage and allowed her gorgeous toned midsection to show. The whole outfit left little to the imagination. Since she had entered the office, you had found it more and more difficult to focus.

“Jim? Are you listening?” She asked.

“I’m sorry. What?” You said, startled by the abrupt snap to reality.

“What’s wrong with you today? You seem distracted.”

“Don’t play with me, Cerena. You know exactly what’s wrong with me. I bet this visit and sexy outfit weren’t a coincidence either.”

A smirk crept onto her face. You saw a hint of her sharp canines behind that smile.

“You think it’s sexy? I’m just hanging out in what’s comfortable.” She said, making no attempt to hide her amusement.

“That outfit is sexy as hell. You know it is.” You said while pretending to look at a document.

“It’s a gym outfit. I use it to work out.” She said with mock innocence.

“Then why don’t you go work out for a bit and quit torturing me?”

“What a great idea. I could spread a mat out and do some yoga. Just try not to focus on how flexible I am.” She snickered at the twitch the thought of that gave you.

“Please don’t.” You said in a hushed tone.

Cerena burst out laughing.

“Hahaha. You sex-addicted mother fucker. Morgana said it’d be fun to watch you squirm. Hahaha! She was right.”

You thought you could feel a vein throbbing on your forehead from frustration.

“You sure look pathetic right now. If a little sex demon like you is having a hard time day one, you’ll never make it a week. Hahaha!”

You stood up and quickly made your way across the room. Cerena stopped laughing once her hands had been pinned against the wall over her head. Her fiery eyes glimmered, and you could see her chest heave with excitement.

“Hello, Master. Ready to train this bad puppy?” She gave a playful lick at your mouth.

“Don’t think I won’t take you right here.” You growled.

“Do it, you bastard.” She said in playful defiance.

“I’m going to fuck you in every corner of this room until you’re a sloppy puddle on the floor.” You tried to sound gruff and intimidating, but Cerena was quick to retort.

“Oh really? Speaking of puddles, do you have the guts to stand up to Morgana if you break the rules? I hear her punishments are legendary.”

You hesitated, staring into the hellhound’s eyes with frustration before letting her go with a defeated grunt.

“Wow! That bitch has some kind of hold on you.” Cerena mocked.

You brought a hand to Cerena’s head and began to stroke her hair lovingly. This sudden change in behavior caught her off guard.

“She does. You all do. I love each and every one of you. If holding out is what makes things right, then I will do it.”

“You’re such a softy.” Cerena said with a sympathetic tone.

You ceased stroking her hair, grabbed a large fistfull of it, and pulled. A moan escaped Cerena’s throat reflexively.

You felt the fires of lust welling up within you. You dropped your illusions to put your purple eyes and demonic horns on full display. The crown of horns radiated with smoldering purple flames. Cerena’s eyes grew large at the display of power. You saw her bite her lip.

“This little masochist…” You thought to yourself.

“When this is all over, I’m going to engrave my feelings into every inch of your body. I will train you harder than ever before until you know what it is to want and to be denied. I will feast on your desires and bring you to the brink of madness. You will beg me. I hope, for your sake, that I’m feeling merciful when the time comes.”

You watched as goosebumps rose on her skin and a shudder of electricity shot through her. Then you pulled her in close to take her plump lips. You savored her taste and kissed deeply until she was nearly breathless. Letting her go, she was breathing heavily and sweating. You saw a damp spot forming between her thighs.

“Have you remembered your place, Cerena?” You said allowing your charm magic to course through her.

“Yes…Master.” She said while gasping.

“Good girl.”

You returned the veil of illusion back to your features. The horns were gone, and your eyes returned to their original blue. You smiled and gave the hellhound a very chaste peck on the forehead before returning to your work.

Cerena had been surprisingly obedient following your little exchange. You had a feeling if you had propositioned her at this point, she would have immediately jumped you. Still, she was a new addition, and you didn’t want her to get off on the wrong foot.

It felt like the devil in you was at war with the human in you. One shouted for you to be selfish and take all that you wanted, and the other voiced reason and consideration for the women who shared you. Cerena was right about one thing: This would be a long week.