The Weekend Ends

The weekend had come and gone in the blink of an eye. You spent most of that time organizing your house better, doing some shopping for things you both would need, and having a lot of sex. It felt like you were on a honeymoon the way you two went at it like rabbits for just a minor reason. One time, you coughed from dusting, and Morgana checked to see if you were okay by touching your head. Before you knew it, you were both rolling around the apartment floor, pinning each other down, and fucking each other as hard as you could.

Unfortunately, reality had come back for you, and the work week beckoned. You didn’t feel particularly downtrodden about it though. You woke up to a warm and pleasant feeling, only to find Morgana slowly pumping your morning wood down her slimy throat.

“Good morning, pet. I decided to take care of this for you before you had to leave today. Lay back and enjoy.” Morgana’s sultry voice rang in your mind while her pink eyes stared directly into your blues.

“Fuck, that feels amazing.” You grunted. She had your whole length down her throat. Another benefit of your slime partner was the utter lack of gag reflex. She went slowly and methodically making sure to rub your sensitive tip against every bump and groove. You both had already learned a lot about how to please each other over the past few days. You had adapted to your mental connection enough to anticipate her desires and feel what she liked. Before now you had only ever been with Stephanie. After the first few years, sex had become a rarity in your lives. Up until now, your virginal mindset had focused on instinct alone. It had been a selfish kind of love making not regarding your partner enough, you now realized. It was a failure of communication that you did not intend to make again.

With Morgana, you had begun to learn the joys of being with someone who took the time to learn about your body, and it had made you desire to learn more about hers in turn. You found yourself focused on her reactions to what you did, making adjustments and committing her preferences to memory.

Morgana was especially good at targeting your weak points. She used her mental connection with you to her advantage. Her long tongue rolled around your length as she meticulously stimulated you. Combining her skill with her intense enthusiasm meant you had to focus hard to last.

“You taste good as usual, my love. Oh, but I feel you twitching. Is my good boy going to give me my breakfast?” A smirk formed on her gorgeous face.

“Yes, goddess…Morgana…please…I’m not going to last like this.” You announced your inevitable climax.

Morgana liked sexual control and domination. She had instituted a game this weekend where you were made to hold out until she gave you permission to cum. Her edging was tortuous, but the resulting climaxes left you writhing in ecstasy.

“That’s a good boy. No need to wait today. Time for my offering.”

Given the green light by your merciful goddess, you blew your load abruptly into her waiting throat. Morgana let out an audible moan to accompany your release.

“Mmm. That’s it. Let me get all of it out for you. I can’t have my darling pet go to work all pent up.”

Morgana licked and slurped while pumping your cock with intent. She was making sure she squeezed every drop remaining in your urethra. Finally, she pulled away and gulped down your copious sperm.

“Thank you, my love. It was delicious.”

After your wonderful wake-up call, you went through your typical morning routine. Morgana was being especially clingy this morning. She insisted on joining you for every activity and even demanded to help dress you. When it was time for you to leave, she was **** to say goodbye.

Standing in the doorway to your apartment, Morgana was clinging to you tightly. You had gone to give her a goodbye kiss, and you suddenly found yourself under attack once more. She was holding you with her arms, and her tentacles and tendrils were wrapped around you. Morgana had you locked in her embrace with her tongue roughly subduing yours.

“Morgana. I have to leave for work.” With your mouth thoroughly engaged, you had to rely on your connection to plead with her.

“I don’t want you to go. Why do you need to leave my side at all? You’re mine. You should be with me.” Morgana was becoming more aggressive. Her proclamation of ownership was punctuated with her beginning to pull you into her body. You remained calm. After this weekend, you had become used to this behavior. According to Morgana, engulfing and mixing with a mate was a slime’s ultimate form of affection.

“Morgana, my goddess, you know I have to work. If I can’t provide for you, they won’t allow me to be your sponsor.” You found the best way to match Morgana’s possessive moods was to remain calm, express affection, and appeal to her rational side.

“This is foolish. We’re already mates. You’re bonded to me for life. No one can tell me I can’t have you. How can you spoil your goddess all weekend and then just expect me to release you. Just stay home with me.” Even in your mind you heard her voice waver from dominant to insecure. She was just sad you had to go. You pulled yourself out of her kiss and stared into her moist pink eyes.

“I’d love to stay. You’d be crazy to think I’d want anything else but to be with you.” You held her face with one hand. “For our future though, Morgana, I need you to let me go to work. Remember…” You kissed her on the lips.

“I…”

*kiss*

“...love…”

*kiss*

“...you.”

Finally, you kissed her deeply once more. This time, you took the lead and made her tongue submit to yours. After a few more moments, you pulled away. Morgana had a dreamy and drippy look on her face for a moment before regaining her composure.

“Fine.” She let out a big sigh of resignation. “I suppose I can lend you to them for a little bit.”

“Thank you, Morgana.” You said as she began to untangle you from her body. Just as you were about to be free, she roughly grabbed your shirt collar to pull you close again.

“I expect you to be ready to pay proper tribute to me tonight for my patience. Be prepared to face the consequences of leaving me without my devoted pet all day.” Morgana was back in dominant mode. You gave her a flirtatious grin and spoke in a husky voice.

“Of course, my goddess. Tonight, I will serve at your pleasure until your utmost satisfaction.” Morgana’s form rippled with anticipation and arousal.

“Then you have my permission to go.” She gave you one final deep kiss, and you turned to leave. Right before exiting the apartment, you cocked your head to the side and said, “Love you.”.

Morgana’s face blushed. “I love you too.”