Meet the neighbors first

A new day on the mortal plane, free from the responsibilities and self-aggrandizing restraint of the holy order. Time for some fun. The first thing that seemed important was to get the lay of the land around the building. I walked out of the apartment, through the dingy cheap hallways and out of the musty lobby outside into the city. Through the thin walls I could hear the noise of these poor restless humans trapped in their modern cages.

A light cute voice was among them, talking on the phone about an upcoming job interview. An interesting opportunity. From evesdropping in the hallway I learner her name and that she was applying for a position at the court house as a secretary for a city councilman. An in for the city body politic as well? Maybe dear Samara would prove a useful companion as well. I took a moment to steady my nerves before knocking on the door.

“One second!” The voice behind the door answered. A moment later the door opened and a beautiful woman with skin of ebony answered the door. She stood about a head shorter than I, and while she was thicker than the mistress the curves only emphasized her beautiful large breasts heaving beneath her tight blouse. I focused on the collar I wore.

“Hang up the phone.” She paused for a second, her eyes glazing over as the command sank into her subconscious. She did as I asked and I stepped into the apartment while focusing through the ring, amplifying the smoldering restrained lust within her into a raging fire. Her breath caught as she stumbled backwards letting me into the modest apartment. “Do not deny me.”

“I… Who are you?” The question came out softly, as if she was already mine. It was less a demand than a request. Each step I took towards her was met by a step backwards. Soon she was backed against her couch and as I took another step towards her I caught her by her plump curvaceous hips before she could fall.

“I am what you did not know you needed. When was the last time you felt the pleasure of a man’s touch.” She did not reply but she did not try to stop me as I leaned in. As my lips touched against the nape of her neck the **** moan that escaped her lips told me her answer. “Too long I see.” I pushed her to the couch. “Samara, let me fix that.” I could sense her rising lust in both her rapid pulse and the flash of heat I felt as I ran a hand between her thighs.

“How.. I.. This is wrong.” She started and began to rise. I stopped her. Hovering over her form slouching into the couch. I moved between her legs removing the pair of tight work pants and freeing her damp and increasingly needy womanhood. I lowered my head between her legs breathing in her scent. She was far beyond the point where teasing was appropriate, and since she had been so willingly servile it would have been criminal to tempt her more. I lapped at her folds eliciting a needful gasp followed by her hands running through my hair demanding more. I obliged willingly delving my tongue and a finger deep into into her wet pussy.

“Fuck, I need you to fuck me. Now.” With a hoarse ragged voice she called while trying to remove my head from between her legs. I relented and stood before her. Before I could, she was already tearing away my pants and my turgid cock stood proudly teasing at her entrance. It was too tempting to resist as I slapped my dick against the top of her entrance thrumming against her clit. The gasps that elicited were the only invitation needed and I grabbed her legs and pushed into her ready pussy. As aroused and wanton as she was I entered her depths and pushed to the hilt. Stopping for a moment I let her settle twisting my hips to find and angle that would hit all of the right spots. Slowly I rocked against her ensuring that her most sensitive areas felt every movement.

“Remember this feeling, how desperately you want to cum. I can give you the freedom to get this whenever you want.” As I **** myself into her depths I released the disguise hiding my supernatural form. A now familiar tightness began to build behind my cock as the orgasm approached and I redoubled my efforts determined to have her shaking under her own orgasm when I filled her. “Agh… I’m going to cum.. FUCK!” Her pussy clamped down convulsing in orgasmic bliss sending me over the edge as I filled her womb with supernatural seed. I shuddered as the orgasm ripped through me, magnified by Naamah’s gifted power surging through me. A gift now shared with with my new pet and neighbor Samara.

I lifted away from her as she laid convulsing with her own aftershocks on the couch. “Samara, I want you to listen to me.” Her half-lidded eyes looked up, still lost in a hormonal haze. “You will serve me well and I will reward you.” I focused on the rings adorning each hand willing her lust and latent servile personality to shine through. “You would like that wouldn’t you…”

“Yessss…” She slowly blinked her heavy eyelids and leaned back to take a small nap on the couch, her fatigue encouraged by the rings.

“When you wake up I want you to remember your promises. I will contact you soon.” I left the apartment closing the door gently behind. Hopefully her interview at the town court would go well. Having a servant near a position of power would go quite a way towards expanding influence across the city.