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She stirs, and her pretty blue eyes open to gaze up at me. A blush spreads across her cheeks and chest to her plump breasts, causing my cock to flex.
"Oh," she says, gaze shifting to land everywhere but me. "I am a little sore."
My nostrils flare. I like that Cassiopeia is sore after I ravaged her with my beastly cock.
"I will need to check you," I say, tipping her onto her back and prying open her slim thighs.
"I-Oh!"
I pin her with a glare when she tries to close her legs. "Hands out of the way. You are my pet now. It is my duty to see to any soreness."
"Ah, how?" Her voice is a high, anxious squeak. "How would you, um, treat my soreness?"
I could tell her, but in this case, I believe it is better to show. "Legs nice and wide for me, little pet. And don't think about misbehaving. Naughty pets get their bottom spanked until they can be good for their masters." Her mouth pops open in shock, and her pretty flush deepens. But her legs also snap wide open, and she finds riveting interest in the ceiling of my cell.
I smirk and turn my attention to the pretty pink, and thoroughly ruined, pussy displayed for my viewing pleasure. "You are very puffy," I say, swiping one claw-tipped finger through her slick pussy. "All open from our rutting." My cock thumps and drips with lubricant—I have words with it that do not help.
"God, please! You do not need to look!"
I growl, carefully slipping one finger inside, mindful of my claw. "Keep still, little pet, while I test your openness."
She freezes, and her pussy squeezes weakly over my finger. I groan, thinking how nice this will feel around my cock now that I have opened her all up. I pump slowly, and she pants, her small hands fisting the furs beside her.
"Good pet. Keep nice and still for me while I check you. Is it very sore?"
"No," she squeaks.
"Hmm, are you sure? I was going to tend your soreness with my tongue, but if you're feeling fine, then…"
"I am, ah, a little sore," she gasps out.
My finger makes filthy wet noises as she grows slick for me, and I smirk to myself.
"Does my sweet pet need her master to tend her soreness with his tongue? Is that what you are asking for?"
"Oh, yes, please, all of that. I definitely need that."
"Ask for it then, so there can be no confusion about what you need. Say, please tend to your pet's soreness with your tongue, master."
"I-yes—"
I pin her with a look and cease finger-fucking her slick cunt.
"P-please tend to your pet's soreness with your tongue, master."
It is a breathy whisper.
It is the sweetest music to my ears.
I bury my face in wet heaven and lick all her juices up.
She huffs out a breath.
She groans.
Her small hands grasp my horns.
She comes within moments, gushing all over my waiting tongue.
