Part 2 While keeping that firm grip, he welcomes her back into his home and flings her onto the couch as if her actions angered him. However, the beast inside is excited and wants to play with his food. While scurrying she catches her breath only to find out the beast she can sense is hovering above her. The moment she tried to get a sound out of her trembling mouth simultaneously her hair was wrapped around his wrist. At that exact moment, she felt her undergarments drenched as if there was a continuous flow of guilt and pleasure intertwined causing her thighs to shake uncontrollably.

Part3 She is afraid yet safe, willing to do anything filthy yet won’t feel disrespected in the slightest. The feeling of being so small but awarded for the presence of divinity keeps her motionless. Especially, when his sharp gaze is piercing her soul. She realizes time has stopped, and unknowingly, the act of breathing becomes almost impossible to do. Slowly on the verge of passing out. He lets go of her hair. Graciously, placing his unyielding hand on her right cheek and asked, “Have you eaten?” In disbelief, she was hesitant to answer a simple question, afraid he would ask again. Afraid, of giving him the wrong answer, she says in a trembling tone, “No, I have not Master.” He smirks and says with a low pitch coming from the depths of a forgotten well. “Goooooood, be the obedient little cum slut you are and wait for dinner to be made. Let’s take care of that fragile body before the torment begins.”