It's not her first priority.

My words hadn't seemed to register with her at all. She could only whimper in desire at the sight of me. All that pent up need, and I was the only one in existence that could satisfy her. And I could tell from the way she couldn't keep her eyes off of me that she knew it. I walked around the side of the bed and sat down beside her. She didn't move away, but she did grip the sheets even tighter, not even bothering to try and hide her nudity.

Her breathing grew ragged and her body grew tense as I reached over and stroked my way leisurely up her thigh with the barest of caresses. I avoided her drooling, throbbing womanhood, and instead stroked my way up her taut stomach, to her breasts. I gingerly caressed one of her oozing, achingly sensitive nipples, coating my fingertip in her milk. She cried out and spasmed from that gentle touch alone. I brought my finger to her lips.

"Open."

I could see her consider defying me, but only for a moment. She was too far gone. I slid my finger past her silky lips and rested it on her tongue.

"Suck it clean."

She complied, cheeks hollowing with the **** of her suction. She closed her eyes, holding back her tears of shame.

"Good girl," I said, stroking her golden hair like the pet she was. She pressed her face into my hand, relishing my touch. Little did she know know that she was growing more and more addicted to me with every moment of contact. Abruptly, I squeezed her swollen udders, running my hands from the base to the tip. She screamed, arching her back, completely overwhelmed. My touch overloaded her every nerve ending, overwhelming her with the mingled pleasure/pain of pure electric sensation.

"I'm going to make you wear a collar and take you for walks in front of your old friends," I growled, still working her milk-slick tits.

"...yes..." she whimpered, in a small voice, unable to curb her heated writhing.

"I'm going to make you a whore, available to all your old enemies," I whispered before leaning forward to gently bite her neck.

"Yes. Fine. Just, please..." she begged, pumping her hips against the cruel air. She finally unclenched a fist and placed it on my thigh. She fixed her pleading, blue eyes on my featureless mask.

"I need to cum. I have to."

Beneath my mask, I smiled.

"Well..."