NYC

Before becoming PM’s daughter, you don’t ever remember flying first class, let alone having your own jet.

You step on board and smile. You simply love mother’s taste.

There is a small bed in cabin, with black satin sheets.

A soulless thrall makes her way toward you.

“Princess, the Queen sent along a snack. Would you like me to bring him in?”

You grin, silently thanking mother.

“Please do.”

The thrall exits, returning moments later with a slightly disheveled man. He struggles with his handcuffs.

You immediately bathe him in you power. You watch his cock harden and his expression turn to one of pure lust.

You run your hand along your body, promising carnal pleasures. You pat the bed.

“Come, fuck me.”

He aggressively charges you, throwing you on the bed. You giggle.

He removes his pants and you grab him, pulling him forward and asserting your authority.

You climb on top and begin grinding his cock. He is soon groaning and in the edge of orgasm. You could take his soul anytime, instead you savor his energy, his lust.

You feel the plane descend and the meal below you grow weak. You increase the pace. You feel his hot seed and begin tearing out his life’s energy.

As you touch down, the body below you is nothing more than a desiccated corpse.

You walk by the thrall as you exit the plane,

She smiles at you. “Have a wonderful time, Princess. The body will be taken care of,”

You nod and step off the plane.