Swap places with her.

“Why don’t we swap places?” You look up at Arabella as she blushes.

“Your wish is my command~,” she responds with no irony.

Arabella gets comfortable in your bed; her back is pressed against your lingering heat, and she sighs contentedly. Her eyes dart to yours while she smiles. Her plushy ears twitch, her fingers are spread, and her chest rises and falls. Without even thinking, you consider her a remarkable specimen, even if she is a “new subhuman.”

You go over her breasts with your hands and make tight circles with them. Her plump bust responds by pressing back with hard nipples that you can easily feel through the fabric of her bra before you discard it aside. You suck on teeth. Your smile is playful but very lewd as you take in the view of her naked chest. “You look amazing,” you moan.

Her tail wipes to one side and then the other, and her usual complexion is tarnished by an overgrowing shade of scarlet. “I look my best for you~.”

Your fingers train all over her. “You looked this good before I owned you too.”

A smug smile plays over her lips. She finds your cock and tugs on it, making you gasp slightly. “Who owns who?”

A sense of pride washes over your mind. “You want me to show you?”

A flicker of concern goes over her eyes. Did she cross the line by saying that? She swallows, wondering how bad her punishment is going to be. You notice her change. “I ought to do something to remind you.”

“I— well— that wasn’t meant to be,” Arabella’s words are caught between lines of thought. Soon, she’s caught off entirely when your fingers tighten around her throat. Another expression goes over her face, but it’s impossible to gauge what it is about.

You glide your other hand down between her bosom, then her stomach, past her waist, and right on her slit. You play with her clit while the pads of your fingers explore her outer lips. She tries to gasp, but it comes out strangled and disembodied almost.

There’s no room for mercy for either your left or right hand. They push her to the very rims of her limitations in a matter of seconds.

You watch Arabella’s face contort in a mix of pleasure and fear as she feels your fingers dive into her snatch, dipping themselves into her clear honey. It’s easy to admire the tightness of your individual digits, but eventually, it makes you crave more than just her squirming and cursing; instead, you are looking for the climax.

The fingers around her neck squeeze as the fingers thrust into her pussy explore deeper, and show less mercy. A wet noise starts to emit from between your bodies as Arabella is both choked and finger-banged all at once. The way her vagina clutches around your middle and index finger tells you she’s enjoying this far more than she’s not, so you press on.

She closes her eyes, letting out an awkward gasp as it’s trapped inside her throat. In the meantime, her other lips clamps down on your two digits, resisting the thrusting motions all at once. Her cheeks turn bright pink, and her lower lip quivers. Her eyes shoot open just as she begins to hump your invasive palm– this encourages you to increase your effort, so you do exactly that, making all the noises explode simultaneously!

Under your breath, you **** Arabella, but she loses no lust or shows any sign of not wanting any more of you or your actions. However, you suppose it would have been a little difficult to read her thoughts right now. Between her gurgling and squirming, she hardly looked at you.

Your fingers around her neck loosen, and she gasps. “M-master! Oh, my fucking God~!!!”

She humps your hand harder. “You’re going to make me cum~!!!”

With those words, you pull back your hands entirely. However, her hips still move like she still feels your fingers inside of her. Arabella’s lips are glossy with spit, and her eyebrows furrow with confusion. “Wha-where…? Why aren’t you…?”

“I want to hear you beg for it,” you tell her. She whines in response, looking where you had been feeling her just a few seconds ago. “Tell me how badly you want me to finish you off.”

Her mouth moves like she’s speaking, but you hear nothing coming out of her mouth. You run your fingers between her legs, feeling the insides of her thighs as you slowly sense her trembling. You glance down and see how wet she is, figuring she’s close. You know she’s about to cave into her desires.

Arabella moistens her lips and nods. “I want you to finish me, master. I’m sorry if I offended you. I ought to know my p-place.”

You spread her thighs, poking suggestively near her entry. “How badly do you want me to finish you?”

She whimpers, thrusting her hips. “Really, really, really badly!!”

“Would you do anything?” You ask teasingly.

Arabella whines loudly. “Yes! Yes! Fucking yes!! Please, finish what you started! I’ll let you do whatever you want with me~!”

You screw into her hole with three fingers, thrashing her rapidly. Your cock throbs when you feel her close around your fingers, but it’s the sight and sound that gathers the most attention to you. She arches her back and lets out a wonderful sing-song moan that breaks into the room. It takes only a handful of seconds for her to start shuddering. Your eyes widen as Arabella squirt all over you on the bed.

“Master! Master! Oh, yes! Master!!!” Arabella coils back as she cries out. You keep your fingers plugged into her hole. Everything is wet with her juices; you promptly lick yourself clean, regarding the ruined girl on the sheets like an unwrapped toy. “Whatever you want, you said?”