Oh no, Oh no, BUT ALSO YES.

The armrest of the couch jabs into the small of your back, keeping you from making any distance between you and the mesmerizing almond dog practically in your lap again. Her small, delicate fingers glide over your sensitive bulge, making you shudder even through your clothes. She's so damn close, you swear you can feel the breeze coming off her fluttering eyelashes. This is bad! You need to say something!

"B-Beatrice, I... when I said that I loved you, I... I didn't mean..."

Your companion shuts you up with a dismissive giggle, shaking her head.

"Not love. Serve." One hand keeps teasing your cock in its fabric cage while her other is deftly working your button and fly down. Nimble fingers. "Com-pan-ion serve Owner. Beatrice serve Luke. Make Luke feel good." She hugs your thighs with hers, smothering your lap with her building heat. "Feel good, yes..?"

Your train of thought is barreling down the track, quickly coming up at a fork that threatened to split your poor mind in two. Beatrice seemed more than ready to 'service' you without a drop of love in the equation, if you heard her right. Why? For all your life, you've never understood the appeal of loveless physical intimacy. It feels so hollow to you. Empty and dissatisfying. It's one of the many reasons you've struggled to keep a significant other around.

"Beatrice, really, yo-you don't ha-aaaaaaa-mmmmngh..." Whatever argument you'd drummed up died in your throat, your companion removing the cloth barrier between your loins and her fingers. Her eyes glitter at the sight of your thick, throbbing shaft, fingers exploring every meaty inch. The super-soft pads of her fingers glide over your cockhead, arching your back so far you fear you're going to snap something. A dubious, playful giggle rumbles in her chest, bedroom eyes peeling away your barriers.

"Luke need. Heat. No ignore." What kind of heat, exactly? The pulsing warmth coming off your shaft, or the cloudy haze of arousal permeating from your every cell? Bah, what does it matter. Every little tap, rub, and squeeze makes your toes curl, head falling back as your muscles grow weak from tension.

"Only... if you really... really want to..." Yup, that's all you've got. Wimp. Still, Beatrice's answer is an amused hum as you feel her weight coming off your legs, briefly suspended overtop of you as she changes positions. She nestles herself between your legs, making you spread to give her space, her silky hands never letting go of your steel girder of a dick. When you peek down at her again, she's laid down on her stomach, tits nestled right under your balls as she slowly, gently strokes you.

She gives your loins a gentle sniff, letting her nose tap against your shaft. When your eyes meet, her pouty lips curl into a sweet but oh-so naughty grin, letting her tongue slip free from her mouth. Slightly flat on the end, she runs that tongue of hers up your member, root to tip, cooing softly as she feels every little twitch and jerk your body responds with. Her tongue flicks into the air at the end of her course, only to slide back down and repeat the circuit. Lips follow suit, her head tilted so that she can run them up and down, up and down, so very slowly...

You don't know whether you want to spurn her previous owner or to shake his hand. Beatrice has no business already being this adept at... service... but godDAMN if your body isn't screaming for more. You've ignored it for so long, suppressed your urges with work and distraction... Beatrice doesn't know what floodgates she's just opened. Your white-knuckle fingers nearly crack the frame of your couch, breaths coming out in shaky, **** hisses. Sweat beads on your beet red face, letting Beatrice know that she's right on the money.

"So big," she whispers, mumbling around your fat shaft. "Luke so big." She opens her eyes and mouth wide with a playful gasp, immediately falling into hushed, crinkled giggles. "Beatrice get nice, big dessert. Treat for good girl?" Unf, the way she curls those words up, nearly squeaking and tugging at your thumping heart.

"G-Good girl. Best girl," you sputter, gasping for more air; never enough. "So good... so, s-so good..."

As if you said some magic words, Beatrice makes certain you watch as she lowers her wide open mouth onto you, taking half your length in the first attempt. That soft, smooth tongue lavishes the underside of your cock, lips locking it tightly in place. You seem a bit big for her to take entirely, so she keeps one hand stroking your base even as she pumps most of you in and out of her warm, wet mouth. Every neuron and synapse sparks to life, dedicating every modicum of your consciousness onto this singular moment. Beatrice is frying your brain with just her mouth.

A low, throaty moan rumbles into your dick from those juicy lips, Beatrice making a show of her own heat, bobbing her head faster and faster on your pole. She's going for broke, pumping you with enough fervor to toss her hair all about. A shining golden curtain unveils between the two of you, her striking amber eyes still finding yours all the while. She won't stop staring at you. She's begging for you to cum; insisting on it.

Owner be damned if you don't have a say in the matter. Your frantic, raspy breaths transform into heavy, animalistic growls as you let loose. You tense and twitch against the couch, feeling a torrent of spunk erupt from your taxed balls, pouring without restraint into Beatrice's waiting mouth. Muffled squeals of delight are accompanied by loud, showy gulps and swallows, the giddy girl milking you through the entire climax. Shot after shot of hot white seed paints her mouth for what feels like a blissful eternity. You've never held an orgasm this long before. She doesn't stop or even slow down until she's certain you've not got a single drop left. Her lips come off you with a loud, sucking smack before curling back into an amused, satisfied grin.

You, the limp noodle you have now become, soulless and empty after being slain by this Pup-ccubus, do not have the willpower to return the gesture. Or any gesture. Every digit you have tingles in the aftershocks of such a mind-blowing experience. You had more sense of self in your flashback. Beatrice, on the other hand, has already composed herself once more, nonchalantly going back to watching TV. Not a button or lock of hair out of place.

"Be...Beatrice... that was..." Hoo fuckin' boy, what are words? She might have a better vocabulary than you right now.

"Luke feel good?" You throw your head around in what you hope is a nod. "Good! When bedtime?"

...That's it? That's all she has to say after giving you the best goddamn blowjob of your life? She makes it seem like easing your sexual tension is equal to doing the dishes! Who knows... maybe it is, for her.

Maybe you were being too hasty. You can't love Beatrice, not yet. You don't know a thing about her.

But MAN if that wasn't a step in the right direction.

Hey everyone, just a small update. I have sadly come down with a big ol' case of COVID, so this story is on hold until I recover. I don't know if it's going to be days or weeks until I'm better, so your guess is as good as mine on how long this pause is going to be. I am not entirely sure if I'm going to update the other stories or not, since it entirely depends on my wildly fluctuating health status. At the moment, I feel like total ass, so I'm gonna go lie down.

See you all soon.

Spookity xoxo <3