Supplication.

I awoke suddenly. There was no alarm or panic involved. Just that I was asleep one moment and fully awake the next. The first thing to touch my conscious senses was a soft feminine gasp.

The Priestess had regained her senses and was sitting in a corner of the room, staring at me warily. She sat on one hip, legs tucked under her, her legs together in a defensive position. She held her arms crossed to support and cover her watermelon-sized breasts. Milk dribbled lazily down her body but she had no way to contain or prevent it so she just let it happen.

I turned my head towards her, still lying comfortably on my belly like a beast.

She swallowed nervously but my my four-eyed gaze, if perhaps a bit timidly. "What are you?" And then, after a pause, she added hesitantly, "I feel sick. What did you do to me? I can't heal it."

I was impressed at her bravery, considered she was **** stupid not six hours earlier. But her words brought two things to my attention.

First, she'd recovered enough to resume casting spells. Rest time was over for me. I stood without offering her an answer. I just stretched briefly and shook off some sleep stiffness, including stretching out my tentacles.

She flinched at the sight of them, hugging her chest tighter like a frightened child with a teddy bear.

I laughed. It was cute how she behaved, trapped in a small room with a monster.

The second thing she'd revealed was that she'd healed herself already since waking. I looked over what parts of her body she couldn't cover. The teeth marks were gone from her shoulder.

"You healed my bite."

She touched the fresh, smooth skin where the bite was but didn't take her wary eyes off of me. Her expression tightened slightly.

"I put that there on purpose." I growled, stepping forward. My tentacles lashed out to rip her arms away from her body and encircle her waist, lifting her to the wall. "To remind you..."

She cried out, reaching for some kind of spell to defend herself, but I was already casting.

Priest Skill - Tier 2 Light Magic - Bind
Mana 111/130

My power closed around her like a fist, sealing her own away from her reach. She was still weak from her ordeal while I was freshly rested. Her eyes widened in horror. "What?! But— No! Y-you—"

I pulled her arms taut and pinned then to the wall on either side of her hips. Her toes dangled inches above the floor. Tentacles at her waist and encircling her chest above her breasts held her still.

"Let me go! Stop it!" Her voice wavered as she protested and I wondered if she might cry just from my touch.

I clamped my hand over her face and **** her head to one side, exposing the gentle slope of her bare shoulder.

Struggling weakly in my grasp, her voice grew more ****. "Please... I don't know what you—aahhh!"

She screamed in pain as I sank my teeth into her shoulder, savoring the taste of her blood once more. She pulled hard against my grip but I held her motionless. She could do nothing but cry out and tremble as I marked her flesh a second time.

I released her, relaxing my grip and lowering her feet to the floor. "Do not try to heal this again or you'll get worse."

Her hand went to her bleeding shoulder and she stared at me, traumatized. She tried to shy away from me but I placed a hand on the wall to keep her trapped before me. I could feel her straining against my magical Binding, reaching for her magic. She shook her head emphatically.

"I'm going to make this simple for you," I said flatly. "For the rest of your life, for as long as I let you live, you have exactly two choices. Only two."

She swallowed, staring at me in silence. Blood seeped between her fingers and trickled down over her breast.

"Please me, or suffer."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of the fire I'd seen in her during the massacre, but it was fleeting. She knew she was cornered and ****. It was not the time for heroics. She lowered her eyes.

"I want to hear you say it." I said, raising a hand to press the sharp tip of a clawed finger into the soft flesh under her chin. To avoid unnecessary pain, she raised her face to mine reluctantly. She was still visibly shaken. "Say, 'Please don't hurt me, I'll be good.'"

She whimpered as I **** her chin higher until she had to rise onto her tip-toes to avoid my claw piercing her soft flesh. Her voice came out soft, weak. "P-please don't hurt me... I'll- I'll be good."

I wasn't convinced. "Like you mean it!" I snarled, and lowered my claws to press into her ribs at her side instead. She flinched away but was trapped fast by my arm. I pressed hard enough to break the skin and draw a small drop of blood.

"Ah! Please! Don't hurt me! I'll be good!" Tears gathered in her eyes as the full reality of her words sank in. "Please. I'll be good... I will. Don't hurt me any more..." Her tone had changed, become genuine. She wasn't just speaking compulsorily; it was a genuine plea. Surrender.

I withdrew a step and pulled her forward onto her knees, pressing her face against the firm, bulging sheath at the base of my abdomen.

She placed one hand on my belly, struggling weakly as I smothered her in the soft fur, thick with my musk. She gasped for air when I relaxed my grip but I kept her cheek pressed to my abdomen. Watching the woman desperately try to please me enough to spare her further pain was sparking fresh lust for her inside me.

I let the first few inches of my cock peek out of the sheath, directly in front of her eyes. "Show me."

She craned her neck to look up at me but I pushed her face back down, smearing her face with my slimy cock.

"Show me you're a good girl. Beg me not to hurt you. Don't use words."

It was obvious what I wanted. Even a sheltered Priest like her could see it. Trembling, she rose up slightly on her knees and lifted her chin. She stuck out her tongue and gave the red-pink tip of my cock a timid little lick.

She looked up at me, hopeful that had been sufficient.

"That's right..." My tone left no room for doubt: she wasn't finished.

Dejected, she returned to my cock, licking softly. Slowly.

I could barely feel her efforts, but I knew she felt it. Deeply. Her tears rolled down her cheeks as she cleaned the inhuman cock of the Monster who'd **** her. She was humiliated. Submissive. Broken.

I stood in silence for as long as it took, letting her work at her own pace. The less **** I used to make her continue, the more acutely she'd feel her shame as she dragged her tongue along my cock, tasting herself on every inch.

My cock had never been meant to fuck a throat; it was simply incompatible with the mouth. But I loved the feel of a mouth on it just the same. It was luxurious and decadent.

She worshipped me without a word. Obeying to avoid pain, perhaps, but she was diligent. Proclaiming loudly that she was beneath me with every brush of her tongue and lips.

She drooled from her open mouth, her face and chest a slick mess of fluids. Both hands on my abdomen, only her face and tongue touched my cock as she leaned in to reach everything.

She kept going. Long after she'd cleaned every inch of my flesh twice over. A sinner seeking absolution at the altar, she licked and licked and licked...