Two hours later, Merrie regretted the ability to keep perfect time. The seconds ticked away with depressing slowness, but she was forced to remain in the room under the watchful eye of Loyal Alestri. Every time she moved or shifted, she could hear the creak of the knight's gauntlet or the minute shift of the visor to track her movement. Merrie was tempted to try shifting to the Shadows, but she knew the room was warded and even if she could break through, the knight would somehow follow.
Over the time, the acidic itch inside her body spread out until it was a uniform discomfort underneath her skin. She transformed every few minutes, but the healing only removed the edge of pain and not the source. It subsided over time, but it was a slow, torturous passing that gave her no pleasure.
When it finally faded, she let out a sigh of relief, but soon quickly found out a new torture. Without the pain, there was nothing to focus on. It took very little time before she was bored.
Two hours of being trapped in a room. Two hours of blinding wards preventing her from looking at anything but Loyal Alestri. Two hours of an aggressive knight responded to every move she made.
She was tempted to get a rise out of the knight, but Merrie wasn't interested in testing out the regeneration abilities of the collar by accidentally provoking the knight into attacking. If she went too far, she would be testing the other powers of the collar.
Merrie passed the hour by inspecting the knight. she couldn't read her thoughts, not because Alestri didn't have shields, but because she had not even a single submissive thought. She was aggressive and dominate and utterly asexual. Somehow, Alestri had managed to obey orders without being submissive to them. There was nothing for Merrie to reach for, no easy way of breaking into Alestri's mind.
Instead, she focused on Alestri's weapon and armor. Both the massive spear and the dark green plate armor had hundreds of enchantments. The spells were precise and layered, built on a measured pattern instead of the black knotted power of her collar. It was planned and cast down by a single person who was neither a psychic or used shadows. It wasn't holy magic either. She could barely understand the power, but she had time so she amused herself by following the threads of magic and learning.
Hours later, her head hurt but she learned a few new things. The armor was an elegant spell of defense and strength. She couldn't even hope to do a tenth of what it could do, but some of the enchantments were similar enough she learn enough to enhance her own skills. The armoring spells took longer, but she now had a handle on how her own collar worked.
With a sigh, she rolled over on her back.
Alestri tensed with her movement, the spells activating on her armor and weapon. Merrie could feel the acceleration spells and speed activating, a beat of power as Alestri prepared for a strike.
Merrie closed her eyes and ignored the knight. She didn't know how much longer she had to wait, but she was tired of puzzling out enchantments. With a sigh, she pressed her wrists against her breasts and stretched her shortened legs out as far as they would go. Her tail thumped softly on the wooden floor.
The knight remained wary and prepared to strike.
With a sigh, Merrie stroked her nipples and enjoyed how the tips crinkled with the sensations. She circled them before pushing both wrists down between her legs and arched her back to bring her sex up to her. She had to lift her head slightly to set both wrists to the channel of her vulva. With tiny gasps, she pumped against her clitoris and labia, stroking the moisture and enjoying every flutter of pleasure that radiated from her pussy.
As she did, the heavy collar remained on the ground. The heavy ring pressed against her throat, teasing her with the hint of suffocating. It added an edge to her stroking, but she needed more. Reaching out for the shadows, she summoned a tendril of darkness to grab on the collar and pull it down.
“Loyal Alestri says stop.”
Merrie leaned her head back and opened her eyes. The knight was standing at attention and glowing with power. The spells were visible to Merrie's vision in a visible threat.
She didn't stop masturbating. With a surge of excitement, she forced the tendrils to pull down, sinking the collar into the gap of darkness and tightening the grip around her neck. The heavy metal dug into her throat and she felt her breath grow ragged.
Her pussy grew wetter and Merrie stroked herself harder, keeping her eyes locked on Alestri. Wet slurping noises rose up in the room, echoing against the walls as a ragged whine escape her throat.
Alestri stepped forward. “Loyal Alestri says freeze!” The domination spell slammed into Merrie, piercing her shields and punching into her thoughts. It grabbed her muscles and froze them into place.
The overwhelming power of the command ignited Merrie's orgasm. Every muscle locked tight as she felt it tearing through her senses, a bolt of hard pleasure that quickly became a black mote of ecstasy. Her wrists remained locked against her pussy, the hot slickness burning along the ends of her arms. She wanted to cry out, but couldn't.
Merrie couldn't stop her collar either. It dug into her throat, almost crushing it, as it froze solid. Only the smallest fraction of air slipped in and out of her lungs. She whined, a wheezing noise, and the black motes of suffocating danced across her vision.
The armored boots slammed into the ground as Alestri strode forward. “Loyal Alestri says stop!” The domination spell crashed into her again, but there was nothing Merrie could do. She was unable to move her body or shift the collar. It was cutting off her breath. Her heart beat faster as did the orgasms that sparked inside her, setting off one wave after another of pure pleasure.
Alestri stopped over Merrie, almost straddling Merrie's head. “Loyal Alestri says—”
“That won't work,” came a sharp command from the door. It was the prince, Claston.
The knight spun around and stood at attention. “She is suffocating herself, Loyal Alestri must keep her alive for interrogation.” There was almost a hint of frustration in the crystalline voice.
“Order her to beg.”
“Sire?”
Merrie gaped as she stared at the prince. He was standing in the door with a smile on his lips. He wore a simple outfit, black trousers with a dark green button-down shirt. His eyes, she noticed, were the same color as his mother's. It was the royal green after all. He rubbed his clean-shaven chin with the back of his hand. “Order her to beg, before she snuffs herself.”
The Loyal stepped back and slammed her spear into the ground. “Loyal Alestri says beg!”
The domination spell slammed into Merrie again, crushing through her thoughts. It shattered the first spell as her entire world exploded into an orgasm. Gasping, she couldn't help but obeying. The shadows released her collar and she jumped to her knees. Flipping over, she brought her wrists into position, but she didn't know what would turn on Alestri, but she knew exactly what Claston was looking for. With a whine, she wagged her tail slowly as her juices dripped down her thigh to puddle on the ground.
Claston chuckled and entered the room. “See, that wasn't hard.” His boots tapped on the ground as he walked around Merrie.
Behind him, Merrie heard the soft scuff of another person. “Sire,” said Boz, “maybe the Loyal is unfamiliar with the subtle workings of puppy girls?”
“Nonsense, seems intuitive to me,” Claston came around and Merrie shifted her attention to him. Merrie forgot how beautiful he was. While his mother was slender, Claston had the lithe frame of a dancer or a sword fighter. He walked with a grace of someone very comfortable with their own body, something Merrie had seen frequently in her years as a prostitute but only from the sex workers, not customers. She blushed hotly as she watched the prince circle around her once before stopping in front of her.
“I may suggest that a month ago, you didn't know about that particular command either.”
Claston crouched down in front of Merrie until they were looking eye to eye. “She didn't have to know that, Boz,” he said in an amused voice. His green eyes stared at her for a moment, then she watched as he looked her over from eyes to knees and back again.
The blush on her cheeks grew hotter. Despite years of having lovers, she felt embarrassed in front of the prince. Not because she was naked, but the way he looked at her. With a start, she realized she forgot to bow and whimpered.
“So, you're Bitch. I've heard a lot about you.”
Up close, she could smell the cologne that wafted around him. It was a fruity, musky smell that sent little tremors racing along her belly. She wanted to reach out for him, to touch him, but the Loyal was in the room. Instead, she lifted her head and drank in the smell, trying to memorize it for later.
Claston looked her over again, his eyes lingering on her ears and then her throat. “You know,” he said in a low voice, “you frighten a lot of people up in the branches. Not just with the incident with the tree, but with what you can do.”
Merrie's ears flattened against her head. She took a deep breath and moaned softly at Claston's smell blending in with the familiar scent of her own excitement. She could imagine him bending her over a table and fucking her from behind. Encouraged by the queen's words, that she may service him as a whore, she struggled to fight the fantasies she pleasured herself with less than a day before.
“Key people have read the reports that your guild mistress sends in, but no one has ever had anyone quite like you within city limits. Shadow magic is rare, well, high-powered shadow magic is rare when it doesn't involve someone trying to take over parts of the countryside. But you,” he reached up and cupped her chin, “you aren't interested in the world, are you?”
Merrie found herself staring into his deep green eyes. She wanted to lose herself in the emerald gaze and pretend that she was his Alpha. Then, his words drifted across her thoughts. With a gasp, she reached out. (My guild—)
The air exploded around her and Merrie was thrown back. She let out a yelp as she tumbled back. Her body shifted into shadows and she flowed in a pool of darkness before coming up. Around her, waves of force shattered wood as the knight swung her weapon at her head; somehow she had followed Merrie across the room.
“Stop!” bellowed Claston.
The blade of the spear stopped millimeters from Merrie's throat. There was a faint clink as the weapon touch Merrie's collar. Merrie shivered at the closeness and the glare of magic in the large weapon. She knew that Alestri could move fast, but it was faster than she imagined.
“Sire, she made an attempt at your mind.”
“She's a telepath, Loyal. And bound by geas not to speak. How else do you think she's going to answer my questions?” The sardonic edge to Claston's voice could strip off flesh.
“She made an attempt on your—”
“Loyal,” snapped Claston, “back off.”
Merrie looked down at the blade, feeling the killing magic radiating from the weapon poised to slaughter her. For a long moment, no one moved.
With a buzz and rush of air, the Loyal was suddenly at the door again as if she had never moved.
Claston chuckled and held out his hand to Merrie. Then, he glanced at the end of her severed arms and pulled back. “Um, kind of hard to give you a hand up.”
Merrie glanced at Alestri. Tensing, she sent out a tentative answer. (Sorry.)
He stopped with a jerk as a puzzled look crossed his face. And then he smiled. “You really are from Franome City? I can tell by the accent. South side.”
Merrie nodded.
“I never did telepathy before, I thought it would show up as words, but not your voice. But, that's your voice, right? Before you became…” he gestured to her collar, “um, Bitch?”
She barked again.
“Sire,” Boz said discretely, “that would be the standard response for yes.”
“I know, Boz, I read your report.” Claston rolled his eyes. He gestured to the table. “I was hoping to have you put on that, but it looks it was destroyed.” He sighed and sat down on the ground in front of her, a grin. “Even a prince needs to meet the people at some level.”
Merrie's ears pressed against her head and she blushed hotter. She peeked away, feeling bashful but she couldn't tell if it was because Claston wanted it or because she was humiliated by the present of royalty.
“You're into pet play, right? Acting like a dog?”
Merrie barked and nodded.
“You like being told what to do?”
Her tail began to wag faster. She panted for a moment before giving a firm bark.
“So, if I give you an order, you'll get excited?” She could feel the lust beginning to rise inside him.
She barked.
“I know, um, present?”
Merrie turned around and spread her knees. Lifting her ass up, she spread her legs as a tiny orgasm raced through her veins. She was exposing herself to the prince of the country and the knowledge added to the burn of pleasure ripping through her.
“Um,” Claston sounded surprised, “that is a very pretty pussy, but… um, Boz, why is she doing this?”
“I believe, sire, what you meant to say was beg. Judging from literature, her current position is a wonderful example of the classical presentation. You can tell by the separation of her labia to expose her sex, the way her back is arched, and even the spread of her knees. The position implies—” Boz's voice never rose above a sarcastic disinterest.
“Please stop talking.”
“Of course, sire.”
Merrie waited for the command to come, but then suddenly Claston ran a finger from her clitoris to her asshole. She shivered at the sensations, moaning as she held herself steady for him.
Claston stroked up to her tail and wrapped his fingers around it. Giving it a little tug, he chuckled. “It really is part of you, is it?”
She let out a breathy bark.
His fingers trailed down, spreading her open further with two digits before tapping twice on her clitoris. “You're very wet.”
Merrie wiggled her hips, inviting him to touch. Her body felt hot and slick from his attention.
“She,” said Loyal Alestri, “has been masturbating for almost an hour now.”
“Aww,” Claston murmured as he stroked his fingers up. “Can't come, little girl?”
Merrie moaned and shook her head, her tail snapping back and forth. She tightened her muscles and felt a surge of lust from the prince in response.
“I envy girls like you. You can come so often and still be ready for more. Assuming, you want more.” He pressed two fingers together and eased it into her dripping sex.
She clamped her pussy down on his fingers and pushed back, moaning as he pumped in and out. Her excitement clung to his fingers and soon the slick sounds filled the room.
“Yeah, I could get into this.”
“Sire?” Boz interrupted Claston's fingering. “You are suppose to be interrogating, remember? She did destroy part of the World Tree.”
“Nothing says I can't do this while asking questions.”
“I am not familiar with this form of interrogation, sire. Would this be the teaching of Hidero or Stom?”
Claston chuckled under his breath and began to pump his fingers into Merrie's sex. His other hand caressed her buttocks, squeezing and touching, as he fingered her gently.
“I meant do the interrogation first, sire.”
Giving Merrie's ass a playful spank, Claston withdrew his fingers. “Um, beg.”
Merrie spun around and got in her knees again. Bringing her wrists up to her collar, she held herself in the perfect position. She could feel both Claston and Boz's attention drawing toward her, their lust filling the room. The only one immune was Alestri.
“Fuck,” sighed Claston, “that's sexy.” He glanced down at his dripping fingers. With a grin, he held it up to her mouth.
Obediently, Merrie opened her mouth and tilted her head back.
Claston eased his fingers into her mouth and she cleaned them obediently, enjoying the taste of her own sex on his digits. After a moment, she could feel him growing hard. The scent of his manhood teased her senses even through his pants.
“Sire?”
Claston shook his head as to clear it. “Um, yeah, questions. Can you explain what happened? And don't keep secrets, please? This is important.”
Merrie kept her mouth clamped around his fingers. She looked into his deep green eyes and let the memories flow.
At the door, Alestri's gauntlets creaked as she gripped her spear tighter.
Merrie didn't hold anything back, from the telepathic conversation she had with Rakin, through the meeting with Kirin about the collar, and then even the fight. She flushed with humiliation as she reached the point she was desperate for a master and called for him, but he didn't respond besides breathing slightly deeper. When she finished, it was almost twenty minutes later and she was exhausted again.
Claston stepped back, pulling his wrinkled fingers from her mouth. “Um, wow, that was intense.” He wiggled his shoulders. “Feels strange to have breasts.” He blushed hotly. “Um, I was suppose to ask your side of the story, but that was pretty… detailed. And it corresponds to the other stories we've gotten. You weren't malicious and the Whore's Guild did the right thing by warning us.”
He sighed and looked over his shoulder. “You're right, Boz, there is always someone listening from the shadows. She even heard that lecture.”
Boz gave a gracious nod.
(Does that mean,) Merrie whimpered softly, (that I'm in trouble?)
He grinned and gestured to the room. “You haven't been in trouble for an hour or so. We've had mages analyzing you for the last few hours while you were waiting. You are powerful and scary as anything I've seen, but between the oath of loyalty, the True Submissive's weaknesses to geas and dominations, and your own actions since we've first noticed you about three years ago… well, I feel pretty safe.”
Merrie gulped. (You were watching me?)
“Well, yes. And you even know our spies: Kirin, Sari, and Monk. By law, all guild masters are charged with reporting dangerous folks to the tree and your own guild master has been filing rather… positive reports about you.” He winked. “Of course, we've been verifying them on our own, but you aren't trying to make someone a king, are you?”
She blushed hotly. (No.)
“But, when I got your request from the Observant, that was pretty tempting. And if I knew then what I found out now, well…” He adjusted the good-sized bulge in his crotch, “it would have been a lot harder to turn you down.”
Merrie peaked at his cock, wondering what it would look like. Her body grew hotter with anticipation, he was going to fuck her.
“Mum,” his voice cracked, “Mum said that you took the oath of loyalty.”
Merrie barked, her heart beating faster.
He turned back around with his composure regained. She could see the charm and confidence in his eyes, but she knew it was a mask. He stepped away from her, one step and then two.
Her ears flatted against her head. He was rejecting her. She held her breath, waiting for the words.
“Why me?”
She jerked as she stared at him.
“Why did you want me to be your… master? With that collar?”
Merrie couldn't match his gaze. She looked at the remains of the table. (Because you're strong.)
“I'm not into that thing, whipping and chaining. Or humiliating people.”
Boz took a deep breath.
“Shut up, Boz.” Claston snapped. “I've seen the reports. You're a True Submissive. You get power from that type of thing, right?”
Feeling uncomfortable, Merrie nodded. She couldn't look up as she regretted even considering Claston as a possible master. Like Gillette, she obviously chose wrongly. The despair draped across her thoughts, not the supernatural darkness but the simple response to be rejected twice in one night.
“So, why me? I'm not Rakin or… anyone else.”
She looked up at him, daring to match his gaze. (You're strong. You're powerful.)
“I don't have magic like yours.”
(Power isn't always magic. You have a force of personality. I don't need to be beaten, I don't have to be whipped. I need to be dominated, ordered, and commanded. I need… needed to be someone's.)
“What about your first master, um, Kine? Wasn't he the master you wanted?”
Merrie cringed at the name. She took a deep breath. (I loved him with all my heart.)
“I didn't ask that. Wasn't he a good master?”
(My master…) She paused. The phrase sounded wrong to her thoughts, as if they were no longer true. She tried again. (My master, um, K-Kine…) Sadness filled her. Seeing Kine as a separate entity tore at her. She had a new mistress but it didn't stop the pain.
Claston wrapped his arms around her. “That's okay, I didn't mean to probe.”
“Um, sire? That is the point of an interrogation.”
“Shut up, Boz.” Claston stroked her head. “He wasn't a good master, was he?”
Merrie buried her face into Claston's shoulder, surrounding by the prince's smell. It was comforting and warm. (No, I loved him and I'll never forget him, but he didn't understand what I needed.)
“To be ordered? To beg and present, right?”
Merrie nodded. She took a deep breath and pressed one arm against his chest, feeling the strong muscles underneath his shirt.
“A little frisky, huh?”
Blushing, Merrie yanked her arm away. She tried to pull away, but Claston held her tight.
“No, I don't mind. You obviously have tears to shed. So, if the Silk Gray Cat wasn't the right master, who was?”
Merrie froze at the name. She hadn't heard Kine's alias in years. She trembled softly, as if Claston had suddenly ripped her chest open.
Boz cleared his throat. “One should not reveal all his cards, sire.”
“Sorry, Kine. If he wasn't the right master, who is?”
Hesitantly, Merrie gave him the memories of a true master, the only person who intimately knew how to turn her on: Rakin. She started with being thrown into the brick cell and ending with the last moment of anger as both of them burned out.
Claston shuddered at the memory and a whimper escaped his throat. But, when Loyal Alestri stepped forward, he released Merrie to wave her away. Then, he clutched Merrie again as the memories kept flooding out of her.
She could feel his excitement rising, the heat mixing in with the horror. With their intimacy, she could feel him exploring the memories, plucking out what made a good command and why. She felt humiliated exposing herself, but excited by sharing something she couldn't share with anyone else.
When they finished, Claston released her and stepped back. Sweat trickled down his brow as he cleared his throat twice. “Um, um…” With a groan, he took a long, shuddering breath. “You really did destroy him, didn't you?”
Blushing, Merrie barked once.
Claston peaked at her. “You really get off submitting?”
Merrie moaned and wagged her tail. She arched her back and thrust out her naked breasts. (Yes.)
“If I tell you to suck my dick?”
She opened her mouth and panted.
“Boz's?”
“Please don't, sire.”
Merrie grinned as she barked.
“Lick Alestri's box?”
Metal gauntlets creaked as Alestri gripped her spear. Even though Merrie couldn't read the Loyal's thoughts, she knew what the Loyal was thinking. But, if Claston ordered, she would obey.
“… assuming you could peel it out of the armor and pry it open with a crowbar.”
Alestri's gauntlets creaked louder and the shaft of her weapon bent.
Merrie took a deep breath and nodded. Her bark rang out in the room. She straightened her back and pushed up her breasts. The soft mounds brushed against her arms as she held them in place.
“Might take me a while to get used to that.” He licked his lips as he stared down at her.
For a long moment, neither said anything. Then, Claston reached down and unbuttoned his pants.
“Here, sire?” Boz sounded bored and disapproving at the same time.
“I'm interrogating her, Boz,” chuckled Claston. He fished out his cock and let it spring from his body. It was long, about seventeen centimeters, and a smooth line of hardness. It was dark with excitement and pre-cum glistened on the tip. He had shaved his base and his balls, giving him a spear-like appearance to his manhood.
Merrie let out a soft moan of need. He was beautiful and she couldn't wait to open her mouth, but she felt no order coming.
Claston's mind was nervous and hesitant, but his actions were not. He reached out with both hands and grabbed her ears. His fingers crushed them and she let out a little cry as the pain and pleasure slammed into her. He stood up with a grunt and yanked her toward his cock.
She opened her mouth obediently and his hardness speared to the back of her throat. It was hot against her lips and the taste musky and salty at the same time. She moaned around the length as tiny sparks of pleasure raced along her veins, filling her with stars.
He drove her face into his crotch until his balls were pressed against her lips. And then, with a grunt, yanked her off before slamming her back down. His cock pulsed in her mouth with his excitement.
Merrie submitted to his need, leaning into his thrusts so her face smacked against his belly. She moaned when he was buried inside her, so he could feel the vibration of her throat as he slid along the back of her throat.
There was a soft click as Boz shut the door.
Claston gripped her ears tighter, crushing them as he yanked her back and forth, using her own ears to force her submission.
She whined around his cock. He was fucking her face. The prince of the country was slamming his cock into her and she was loving every moment of it. She gulped at his length and lapped as he pulled out. She kept her jaw open as whined more to encourage him, driving him to fuck her face with long, powerful strokes that threatened to crush her nose.
“Damn!” he cried out, his hips driving into her. His thrusts smacked his balls against her chin and her jaw ached to reach his base. Every thrust of his long, straight cock sent pulses of ecstasy through her body. She came fast and hard, but he was still fucking her.
Claston released her ears. She whimpered, but he only shifted his grip to grab the back of her skull, holding it tight. Bending his legs, he began to slam her down on his cock, driving his length into her throat with faster strokes. Each thrust sent her reeling with dizziness and lust.
He rammed into her hard as his fingers dug into her hair and scalp. He leaned into her, forcing her to bend back as he drove into her with faster, more erratic strokes.
And then he was coming. He yanked out to splatter his cum against her face. The hard jets painted her face with strands and she breathed in the scent of cum as it tickled her tenses.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded with gasp.
Merrie obeyed with a shudder of pleasure.
Claston aimed the cock for her tongue, letting more jets of cum splash on her tongue and fill her mouth. He panted as he grabbed her ear again for balance, staring down with intense green eyes as the cum pooled along her tongue and teeth.
“Fuck,” he gasped and squeezed the last few droplets from his length. “Swallow that, Bitch.”
She obeyed, her tail wagging back and forth. An orgasm burned brightly from her pussy as she panted. Opening her mouth, she showed her clean mouth.
Claston chuckled. “Okay, I'm going to want to do that again.”
Merrie leaned forward and opened her mouth.
“No, I'm too sensitive,” but Claston didn't pull back.
Tenderly, Merrie leaned into his cock and cleaned it off with the most delicate touch she could. She knew the sensitive parts from his thoughts and the way his body cringed. A few seconds later, his cock bobbed freely and glistened with her spit.
“Damn, you're good.”
She wagged her tail and barked.
“Who is your master now?”
The suddenness of his question startled her and she responded without thinking. (Me.)
“You? How can that be?”
Merrie shrugged. She let the memories flow out of her exploration, the play of alpha and mistress in her own mind.
“So, you can order yourself around?”
She nodded. It sounded strange as he said it, but she could feel herself growing icy with the idea of submitting to herself.
Claston stepped back and chuckled again, a soft grunting in his throat. He shook his head and pulled his pants back on. “If I'm going to get to know you better, you're going to need a name. Bitch is rather well known in this city.”
Merrie's ear perked up. She felt a sharp pain from where Claston crushed it, but the healing magic was already working on the injury.
“I'm think…” he grinned, “Merrie.”
Ice ran through Merrie's veins and a tremor ran along her muscles. She felt suddenly dizzy and her throat hurt. Shaking, she lifted her eyes up to match his.
“Yeah,” Claston nodded dramatically, “Merrie Golddother.”
She whimpered, unable to tear her eyes away from his smirk.
“Seems fitting since the real,” he chuckled, “Merrie was declared legally dead almost three years ago. And, except for the white hair, ears, tail, and that collar, you'd be a dead ringer. Oh, and the missing hands and feet. The whole ability to destroy large hunks of the city. Being in the Whore's Guild and,” he waved, “a few other things.”
(H-How did you know?)
Claston winked at her as he finished buttoning his pants. “Because I'm in charge of mum's spy network now.”
Boz cleared his throat. “One should not make that declaration in public, sire. Someone might get the impression you might actually know what you're talking about.”
Claston chuckled and gestured for Merrie. “Come on, Merrie.”
Merrie shivered as the pleasure filled her. He used her name and it felt like a drug. She wanted him just to repeat it, over and over again. Using her arm to wipe the cum from her face, she licked her arm and crawled toward him.
“Sire?”
With a sigh, Claston turned. “Yes, Boz?”
The old man in the suit gestured to Alestri. “If you plan on moving your interrogation to more comfortable quarters, please use the Loyal's teleportation to get there. It would provoke… less questions about how dedicated you are to the defense of this country and less of your loyalty to your dick.”
Claston reached down and grabbed Merrie's collar.
Merrie inhaled as an intense explosion race through her veins. She stumbled against him as every muscle tightened in her orgasm. It took her by surprise and her vision blurred from the easy way he took control of her.
“Good idea, Boz. I'll meet you there. Loyal?”
Loyal Alestri started forward.
Boz held up his black-gloved hand and the Loyal stopped. “Sire? How long do you plan on interrogating the prisoner?”
“Oh, maybe two or three… days.”
Merrie's pussy clenched tightly as she almost came.
The butler sighed. “I'll adjust your schedule, sire.”
And then there was an explosion of air as Alestri teleported the bitch and prince away.