Serve Your Master

You walk down the hallway, your heels clicking on the polished marble floor. The hallway almost feels infinite, but that’s to be expected of a mansion. Despite the luxurious house being large, you still manage to delicately maintain its cleanliness. Lord Donovan was never a fan of living in a house full of filth and grime. You knew that for a fact because He threw a hissy fit when someone spilled a drink on the floor and a puddle was just left sitting there for hours without a single attempt to wipe it up. 

Although it was unnecessary for Him to threaten to chop off the arms of the one who made the mess, you could understand the frustration with their laziness. Speaking of which, you’re on your way to His personal office and you decided to pick up the pace a little bit. If you kept Him waiting, who knows what He would do for punishment? Donovan does not take well to poor excuses and you rather not risk your head being separated from your shoulders. You finally made it to the shut door and fiddled with your skirt nervously, you wondered why Lord Donovan needed you in such short notice without explanation.

You knocked on the door out of common courtesy and heard a baritone voice come from the other side. “Come in.” With permission, you opened the door and closed it behind you as soon as you entered. There He was, sitting at His desk with His back facing you, writing on a piece of paper. Unlike the rest of the mansion that was neat and tidy, His desk was a bit cluttered with blueprints and crumpled pieces of paper scattered everywhere. His room was dark with the only exception of a desk lamp illuminating the area. “You wanted to see me, my lord?” You asked, your tone quite polite and non-aggressive. “Yes, but you sure took your time getting here.” He said, still not facing you as He speaks.

“My apologies for the delay. I was cleaning an area on the other side of the mansion and then I was told you needed me as soon as possible. Is something the matter, sir?” Lord Donovan stood up and turned to completely face you. He was a fairly handsome man, His golden blonde hair was in a neat slick-back, His electric-blue eyes glaring into yours, His tall frame slightly taller than you. You found Him oddly attractive, but you always pushed those thoughts to the very back of your mind because there’s a clear power imbalance between you two. He’s a demon lord for crying out loud and you’re just a measly human compared to Him. You still couldn’t help finding Him attractive nonetheless.

“I could say there is. I summoned you here because I have concerns for you.” You blinked in confusion, this is a first for you. You’ve never seen Lord Donovan express concern for anyone, but why would He be ever concerned for you out of all people? “Whatever do you mean?” As soon as you asked that question, He pulled out a wrinkly piece of notebook paper that’s clearly been crumpled up and held it out in front of His face where only He could see what’s on it.

“I’m not the one who likes to pry on someone’s diary entries as it’s not within my interest to stick my nose where it doesn’t belong, but I saw this ball of paper sitting just inches away from a trash bin. I picked it up and was about to scold whoever was lazy enough to leave it there like that until I opened it and the contents of this paper left me in awe. I just knew it had to belong to you. Good luck trying to deny that it was you whom wrote this very peculiarly lustful letter because it has your signature written on it and everything.”

Your eyes widened when you realized the demon you’ve been catching feelings for has finally caught on, your heart sinking to the very bottom of your stomach. “I’ve always had a hunch you were a weirdo with the way you suck up to me like no one else has, but I would have never known you wanted me in this manner.” Lord Donovan smirked as he handed you the piece of paper you swore landed in the bin. You mentally cursed yourself for being so ignorant and not burning it to ashes. You read what you wrote in disgust. It read:

’Dear diary,

I can’t stop thinking about Him. Lord Donovan I mean. No matter how many times I silence them and push them to the back burner, they come back even louder.

I don’t know what else to do, diary. I always keep trying to think of something else, but images of when I saw Lord Donovan without a shirt that one time speaks higher volumes. I didn’t want to admit it, but I think I want to do more than just kiss Him. Are these feelings normal? I can’t tell anyone about this or they’ll look at me like I’ve gone insane. I don’t blame them because I probably am.

Why can’t I think of anything other than Him handling me rough in bed? Fine, I’ll admit it. I really do want Lord Donovan to fuck me so hard, I can’t walk for weeks. I want Him to reciprocate these feelings towards me, but who are we kidding in the end? He’s a God for crying out loud and I’m just a mortal human. He’s so out of my league.′

You didn’t know what you were thinking, leaving it to where a curious individual can pick it up and read the note. Now that Lord Donovan knows, you assumed He thinks of you as a joke now. He did call you a weirdo, so there’s no way He would ever reciprocate these feelings towards you. “Well, there you have it. You know how I truly feel about you now. Laugh if you want, I deserve it for having such a foolish fantasy.” You lowered your head, face full of humiliation and self-doubt. Instead of degrading you and demanding you leave His office, Lord Donovan moved towards you and lifted your chin with surprising tenderness. “I could, but you know, having a servant wanting to be dominated by me is flattering.” You were shocked that He seemed interested than appalled by your written revelation.

“I... What? You’re into that?” Lord Donovan chuckled at your confusion, making your heart squirm in delight. “How could I ever pass up someone who sees me as their God? Consider yourself lucky because I think seeing you squirm in bed would be fun.” Then, He picked you up by the waist and carried you through the halls as your eyes dart around. “Where are you taking me?” You asked Lord Donovan as He takes you somewhere unfamiliar. “Where no one can hear you scream my name.” Hearing that made your heart jump, but in a good way. Your face felt warm at the thought of the demon lord claiming your body and leaving you breathless.

The door creaked open, revealing a lavishly styled yet demonic themed bedroom. The wallpaper was painted with black and blood red vertical stripes, there were shelves holding up 3D printed models of satanic creatures He made, His own sigil was plastered above His Californian king sized bed shining a dim neon red light. Lord Donovan plopped you onto His bed and locked the door after closing it shut. He took off his shirt, revealing his tight abs and muscular biceps. He climbed into His bed and loomed over you, just inches above from your squirming frame.

“Tell me how much you want me, human.” You looked up at His devilish smile as He licks His lips, His voice low and husky. “I want you, my Lord. All of you. Please give it all to me.” Your heart pumped excitedly faster as He chuckles seductively. You held still as you allowed Lord Donovan to delicately strip all of your clothes off until your body was completely bare. “You’ve been hiding this delicacy of a body from me, weren’t you?” He says as He caresses your breast area. You felt your body shuddering as soon as His hand slides in your inner upper thigh. “You’re gonna regret keeping it a secret from me.”

Lord Donovan unbuckled His trousers and slid them down excitedly. You gasped at the sight of His long member, it was at least 13 inches long and had precum dripping from the tip. You felt your vagina unclench and throb at the sight, then you heard Lord Donovan chuckle. “Someone’s excited, I can tell. You really want it inside your needy pussy, don’t you~? In order for that to happen, you’re gonna have to work for it.” He lifted His corona and gestured you to crouch down in front of it. “Be a good little servant and put that mouth to work.” You slid off His bed and got down on your knees in front of His penis. “Yes, master.” You obediently opened wide and tempted to engulf His semi hard cock, only fitting a small portion of it in your mouth.

“Is that the best you can do? I thought you’d do better than that after revealing how obsessed you are with me. If you’re going to be shy about it, I’ll show you how it’s really done.” Without warning, Lord Donovan gripped the back of your head and you felt the cock sliding deeper down your esophagus as He pushed your head forwards. The fit felt impossible and it got a little difficult to breathe, but the pleasure you’re feeling outweighed the logical fallacy of how you’re not feeling faint from a large reproductive organ clogging your throat. You heard Lord Donovan softly grunt as He felt the tightness of your throat around His dick, it sounds like He’s having much more fun than you are.

“I love how tight your small throat feels~” He praises your anatomy while simultaneously thrusting in your throat. He started off slow, but then picked up the pace to the point His testicles were slapping against your face. “Oh fuck yes~! Serve me~ Serve your master~!” He groaned as He thrusts harder in your throat. Lord Donovan’s body shuddered as He finally climaxed, His hot semen streaming down your throat like jet. You swallowed every drop of it, making your master smile with pleasure. He removed it from your mouth, saliva dripping from it. “Good girl.” He muttered as He taps His slobbered on penis against your cheek, teasing you with it.

“My dick won’t be the only one that’s drenched, my dear.” He picked you up once again and plopped you back onto His bed. Lord Donovan’s penis was full on hard now, visibly throbbing like a beating heart. “Someone must be excited as well. Seems like I’m not the only one with needs.” You slid a finger down the underside of His shaft, making it shudder in response to stimulation. He lied down on his back, grinning with sexual intent. “Bold now, are we? If you want to make it rain white, why don’t you give my cock a good rub with your boobs?” Without hesitation, you placed His cock between your breasts and started rubbing them on it.

“Ah, yes~ That’s it...~ Just like that~” Lord Donovan moaned as friction from the constant rubbing of skin warms His cock. “Your cock is perfect, master. The length is extraordinary and I wish every cock had the same length and girth.” Your appraisal seems to excite your master as He can be heard letting out a series of purring. “You like it when your cock gets worshipped while I rub my tits on them, don’t ya, big boy? Your big, amazing cock~” Lord Donovan’s face starts flushing a bright red as you continuously worshipped His cock, His shaft throbbing even more between your tits. You giggled at the sight, finding His reaction adorable.

“Flatter me too much and you’ll get what’s coming to you in a minute, you little brat.” A shadow fell on His face alongside a crooked smile as He says that, piquing your curiosity. “Oh yeah? Whatchu gonna do to me, my big dicked God? Fuck me into tomorrow? If you’re going to do that, at least make it worthwhile. I want you to make me scream and holler for more. Please make me your bitch, my Lord! I want-”

Before you could finish that final sentence, Lord Donovan suddenly rolled you onto your back and draped over you. “Okay, you little imp. You teased me for long enough and I’m going to show you what happens when you push me beyond my limits. Just so you know, you asked for it, sweetheart. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His husky voice dropping dangerously as He spreads your legs comfortably far apart and lines His shaft near your excited entrance. You let out a soft whimper when His corona slipped in with ease, He didn’t need lube because of how slimy the inside of your vaginal walls are. “You’re already wet for me. Well, I can make even more so~” He purred as He loomed closer to your face.

You let out a gasp when Lord Donovan slipped in the full length of His shaft, the corona touching just the entrance of your cervix. “So.. big..~” You knew it was long yet it still took you by surprise when it got inserted in your body. He didn’t start off slow this time, His balls were slapping against your entrance at a medium pace. In the midst of your moans matching the speed of His thrusts, you heard Lord Donovan chuckle as He watches you blank out in absolute bliss. “I love it when you humans submit to me. It makes breaking you a whole lot easier.” He grabs both of your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand.

“Go faster, master~!” Lord Donovan raised an eyebrow at your request. “Oh no, no, no, no, little miss. You do not get to demand me like I’m the one serving you. Unless you’ve forgotten who’s in control, you are undermymercy, human. Only I get to decide how this is going to go.” You looked up at your Lord with pleading eyes, wanting Him to keep to His word about making you scream His name. “Oh please, my Lord. You feel so good, I can’t get enough. I want more. Please, please,please~" Lord Donovan smiled at your pitiful pleas as you begged Him to speed up the pace. Watching you beg and moan for more was music to His ears.

“Well, since you said please, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. Besides, I just like hearing you beg like a dog.” With that being said, Lord Donovan picked up the pace and His thrusts became more erratic. You let out a series of loud moans as you felt His corona reach past the cervix. You didn’t know it was possible for His shaft to grow a few inches longer, but you weren’t complaining. No, you actually enjoyed the extra pleasure because it met exactly what your body was craving. Your soft moans became shrieks of pleasure as your master’s thrusting became frantic and more forceful. This is exactly what you asked for after all. “AHH~!! M-MASTER~~!!!” You instinctively shrieked as your rolled back eyes welled up with tears, not out of pain, but out of pure bliss.

“Yes, that’s it~! Scream for me! You have such beautiful moans~” Lord Donovan enjoyed watching you lose control while He’s balls deep inside you and failing to catch up with His thrusting. You couldn’t count how many times you both came, but you don’t think that matters. Your body took every heavy load He shot into your drenched pussy, it came to the point where it couldn’t contain all the semen and it just leaks out with every thrust. You stopped trying to hold yourself together because there’s no point anymore, but it’s not like it matters at all because you weren’t the one in control, anyways. And that’s okay, you love it when He’s in control.

You lost all track of time, not yet aware that it’s been six hours since you both were at it. When Lord Donovan finally pulled out, an audible squelch sounded as a fountain of hot semen poured out of your gaping pussy as it throbbed for more. He widened the already sensitive folds, making you whimper at the touch. “Look at that. If only you could get a look at this beauty of a pussy. I’m so glad I figured out your secret or else I would’ve never get to have this much fun.” Before you could reply, Lord Donovan put His mouth to your groin area and started licking your erect clitoris. You moaned, but not as loud as before as your hips buckle uncontrollably at the stimulation.

His pointy long tongue flicked and swirled around the pea sized organ as you blank out once again out of pleasure. “You want to come so badly, don’t you?” Lord Donovan can see you about to climax, so He prevents it by pressing His finger hardly against your urethra. “Nah ah ah. You have to say the magic word first.” He starts rubbing your clit with His free hand, but you aren’t allowed to orgasm until you say what He wants to hear. “Please, oh please...~” You whimpered softly, but your impending orgasm was still denied as His finger pressed even harder against urethra preventing your bodily fluids from spilling out. He rubbed your clit even faster, making it harder to speak without faltering. “I’m not hearing anything from you~” He teased, finding joy in watching you struggle form one word.

“Please....~” You said in an even softer voice, but that was still not good enough for Lord Donovan’s ears. “I guess you don’t want to come. You’ll be stuck like this for hours, maybe even an entire day or two.” The continuous fast rubbing of your clit without climaxing once was driving you crazy and the thought of having this go one for a full day was enough to make you go into a frenzy. “PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE~!! I need to come, master, I really do~! PLEASE~~!!” You whined and begged, causing Lord Donovan’s smile to widen at the pathetic sight. He loves seeing you helpless, it fills His head with dopamine. “Good girl, reader~ Now time for your reward.”

He finally released His finger from your urethra and watched your frame shudder as your bodily fluid sprays onto the silky bedsheets. You sighed as instant relief washes over you and your sore body relaxes from all the rough treatment it had to endure. Lord Donovan started playing with your erect nipple as he remained draped over you. “Y’know, I should fuck you more often if I ever need to let out some frustrations. I want to see what more ways I can break your mind.” Your heart started beating against your chest as you heard Lord Donovan consider you as His personal sexual stress reliever.

“You’ve served your master well and I can’t wait to see what else you can handle~”

-The end-