Her beloved master's words were an enhancer of the need the demon-goddess felt for this man; they were the kind of things that made her confirm her decision to stay with him and serve him, even if the totem did not bind them... or when it no longer did. But she would be lying if words were the only thing that controlled her: his tongue, his hands, his body; it was all addictive to her. She couldn't refuse to subjugate herself to his desires, complementing the albino's own perversions she experienced when he was close.
As close as he was now. His tongue tasting the salty flavour of her essence. Bone-less nudging her lips and tickling her.
She dropped her head, shivering 'cause Kurai's mouth. Legs shuddered and tightened over his shoulders, proof positive of the submission she was devoting to him. She closed her eyes, letting out soft sighs, aware that she had the blond between her legs and that this was just the beginning of something more intense. ...
Kurai felt compelled to raise his eyes and look at Nüwa, eager to see her expression as he dangerously approached the flower between her legs. And then he saw it: that look, that dangerous look that matched his so perfectly, as if they were made for one another.
—I will make you dirty. —He promised —I will sully you, defile you. I will corrupt you.
It was not an empty promise, as he had already dominated her, shaped her to his perverted needs. But both of them knew that they could go even further in the path of perversion.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Kurai leaned towards Nüwa's crotch, his impatient tongue already wanting to taste her, her dripping ambrosia. He started by gently, slowly licking her outer lips, playfully touching the tips of her fingers as well while he drew those delicate petals with his saliva.
Nüwa felt like an exotic fruit appreciated by the look of the man... of her man. She was a snack about to be tasted by a master taster, an expert in the culinary arts and exotic flavors. Kurai hadn't told her much of his past, but she knew from years of knowledge watching his non-biological children that he had experience. She sighed, resting her calves on his shoulders, shuddering from the kisses as her own fingers gently pushed her lips, opening them for him, letting the juice of her fruit drip. —Very dirty... —She looked into his eyes, there was darkness in hers. —But I want to be dirtier.
—Such a good girl. —He whispered, his hungry eyes following every single one of Nüwa's movements, lustily descending over her body until they reached the beautiful, delicate flower that she was offering him. —My dirty, good girl. —He added as he crouched in front of her, fixated on his slave's pussy as he put her legs on his shoulders and started kissing her inner thighs.
Shee did it exactly as he asked. She sat on the table of her master's desk, spread her legs in front of him, feeling the itch in her crotch for the mischief she was doing and carefully, separated her panties from her body, showing him the tender pink lips of her moistened sex. —Yours. Everything is yours.
