5.24 – Pet IV/V

5.24 – Pet IV/V

Natalie sank into the plush couch, letting her eyes fall shut as she focused on the feeling of Sofia's mouth around her cock. The wet heat enveloped her, an intense, exquisite sensation, made all the more intoxicating by the fact that it was Sofia on her knees.

Perfect, refined, untouchable Sofia. The haughty princess who had looked down on Natalie for so long was now meekly pleasuring her, tentative licks and kisses exploring the tip of her stiff cock. Natalie curled her fingers into Sofia's long white hair, anchoring herself in the moment. She could hardly believe it was happening—however much things had been leading up to this.

"That's it," Jordan murmured, her voice a sultry encouragement in Sofia's ear. "Nice and slow. Use your tongue."

Sofia shivered, heat coloring her cheeks. She obeyed without protest or comment. Her tongue swirled experimentally around the sensitive head, and Natalie panted as she watched, the lewd sensation shooting bolts of pleasure through her.

"Like that," Jordan purred, one hand trailing down Sofia's back. "You're doing great. Maybe ... try a little more, though?"

Sofia, again, obeyed. She sank lower, venturing past the tip. She engulfed an inch of Natalie's throbbing cock, mouth closing around her. Her tongue pressed and massaged along the underside as she explored. She looked up at Natalie through long lashes, blue eyes uncertain but lust-filled, darkening by the moment with her building desire.

Natalie reveled in the sight. Having Sofia on her knees, willingly pleasuring her, was intoxicating in its own right—to say nothing of the sensation. Her fingers threaded into Sofia's hair a bit tighter, and she guided the girl into a slow, steady rhythm, encouraging her up and down, but not too firmly. Not taking over. Letting Sofia keep control.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good, Princess," Natalie whispered. "You're a natural cocksucker."

Sofia flushed, but, unlike how she might have before, didn't protest—didn't glare. If anything, Natalie's words spurred her on. She took Natalie deeper, another inch, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently. It was a sight Natalie never thought she'd get to see—and yet, here it was. Quickly turning Natalie's brain to mush.

"You're being such a good girl," Jordan cooed, her fingers trailing teasingly along Sofia's skin. "You like it, don't you? Having your Master's cock in your mouth?"

A muffled noise escaped Sofia—almost a whimper. Her eyes fluttered half-shut as she lost herself in the act, tongue dragging along the underside of Natalie's cock, sucking away. She didn't try to take too much too fast, keeping it slow and exploratory. But there was no denying her building enthusiasm. She was clearly beyond the fake outrage and the denials that normally came with 'the bet'.

She'd lost herself. In Natalie's cock. Like a good pet.

Natalie savored the moment. It was so much better than she could have imagined. Sofia's shy, inexperienced exploration was somehow more erotic than if she'd dived right in with expert movements. Natalie was obviously her first—and that fact thrilled through her.

"Your mouth feels so good," Natalie murmured in encouragement. It was the truth. It was taking serious effort to keep her hips still—to not claim more of Sofia, forcibly.

From Sofia's side, Jordan smirked at the two of them, clearly enjoying the show, her curves pressed indulgently into Sofia's shoulder. Her hand traced teasing patterns over Sofia's bare skin, caressing and groping her as she pleasured Natalie.

"I think our pet likes this," Jordan said to Natalie. "Look how hard she's working. And that expression on her face ... do you think she can even hear us, anymore?"

Sofia groaned softly into Natalie's cock, indicating that yes, she could—and that their taunting was fueling her arousal, sending her deeper into that pit of lust. She took another inch of Natalie's. Testing to see how much she could.

"A bit more," Natalie encouraged breathlessly, her free hand on her chest, feeling her slamming heartbeat. She didn't force Sofia down, as she might with another partner. She wanted to let Sofia set the pace. See what she would do without too much prompting from her.

And Sofia seemed eager to please, growing more so by the moment. Natalie could almost see the girl's head spinning. Growing cock-drunk. Natalie nearly went dizzy at the realization. Sofia, naked and on her knees, cat ears still perched atop her head, eagerly sucking cock for the first time. Drunk on her arousal for the throbbing erection she was pleasuring. Muffled moans escaping her lips between loud sucking noises. It was nearly too much for her to handle.

"That's perfect, Princess," Jordan continued murmuring into her ear, teasing her through the process. "We'll have to reward you, somehow, for being such a good girl. But for now, just enjoy yourself. Give in. This is what you were made for, isn't it? You're finally recognizing it."

Sofia's head bobbed up and down, finding a steady rhythm.

"Fuck," Natalie panted. "Deeper. Your mouth feels so fucking good."

Sofia looked up at her, eyes dark with lust. Obeying, she leaned forward, finally going the distance. Natalie's cock hit the back of her throat—and, understandably, she gagged, then pulled back coughing. A string of saliva briefly connected her lips to the glistening length of Natalie's erection.

"Aw, that's not too much for you, is it?" Jordan teased. "Surely you've got more in you."

She had an idea.

Her better senses fell to the wayside. Natalie's carnal desire took over. She had to break that thin strap of cloth. And if her current efforts weren't doing the job—then she had other options.

Natalie closed her eyes, seized that enigmatic energy inside her, and funneled it toward a skill.

Sofia's eyes went wide as she felt the change take hold. Natalie sheathed herself hard, slamming her hips into Sofia's lips, then groaning as a bizarre sensation rippled through her. Still lodged deep in Sofia's throat, Natalie's cock engorged. Thicker, longer, it swelled inside the tight sheathe, her girlcock squeezing inside Sofia's strained passage. Sofia's slender neck bulged obscenely from the inside as Natalie grew and grew, her throat molding Natalie's hot, expanding length.

Sofia's gagging grew more frantic, limbs struggling atop the table—but not against Natalie, only in surprise at the sudden pressure in her throat. Her back arched and her hands scrambled. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She'd already been having difficulty taking Natalie, so this, she wasn't ready for. But she didn't try to pull away. Submitting as before. Like a good pet.

The sight of Sofia allowing herself to be so violated without so much as a protest sent a renewed thrill through Natalie—almost as much as seeing her throat bulge even more outward had. She gripped Sofia's head, holding her in place as she pulled back, then slammed her hips forward, plunging her now-improved weapon deep into her tunnel.

Sofia choked wetly, throat straining against the massive intrusion. Natalie moaned loudly as the tight passage rippled along her over-sensitive flesh. The sensation was even better, now. Even tighter. Unbelievably so. She pulled back, watching inch after inch of her cock reemerge—thicker than ever, and coated in a slick mess of spit and drool, a sight to make her dizzy—before plunging back in. Sofia's slender neck distended obscenely, molding around Natalie's swollen girth.

The vulgar display urged her on. She pounded Sofia's throat relentlessly, seeking the release demanded of her. The lewd sounds of Sofia's gagging and choking filled the room, interspersed with the wet slap of Natalie's hips against her face. All the while, Sofia lay there, still, if tense, allowing Natalie to use her throat like the cocksleeve it was.

Natalie was close, the need for release coiling tight in her core. And the choker was visibly straining under the assault, the flimsy fabric starting to stretch and give in. Elastic tearing. Natalie was close—in so many ways.

"Just— a little— more," Natalie grunted, each word punctuated by hard slaps into Sofia's face.

Then, finally, it happened.

The thin loop of black snapped.

Natalie groaned, head falling back. She lost herself. Her mounting orgasm crashed into her, and she buried herself to the hilt in Sofia's throat. Thick, sticky ropes erupted from her pulsating cock, flooding directly into Sofia's stomach. Natalie's mind went blank, drifting away in dizzyingly hot waves of pleasure. She lost herself, humping awkwardly as ecstasy wracked her. The spasming of Sofia's throat milked every last drop that Natalie had to give. And Sofia took it, swallowing pulse after pulse of the load.

"Oh fuck," Natalie whined, legs shaking. She held the other woman's head firmly in place, prolonging her orgasm as she continued moving her hips forward and back, using her cocksleeve, emptying string after string into Sofia's abused throat.

The orgasm seemed to go on endlessly, Sofia's tight passage milking Natalie's hyper-sensitive cock. She drained herself into Sofia with an indulgence she might never have before.

Then, finally, when her orgasm ebbed, Natalie withdrew her still-pulsing cock from Sofia's throat. The swollen length emerged inch by inch, coated in a slick mess of spit, drool, and cum. Sofia gasped and coughed wetly as her airway was finally freed, sucking in oxygen she desperately needed.

Natalie looked down at the aftermath, her chest heaving. Sofia was, as expected, a mess. Trails of drool streaked her face and down into her long white hair. The snapped ends of her broken choker dangled limply around her slender neck. But, her blue eyes gazed up at Natalie with clouded desire, despite the abuse she'd endured. Even almost admiringly. Like she'd enjoyed it. The crazy woman had actually liked the roughness she'd been used with.

Natalie's eyes flicked to Jordan. The display had broken even her persistent composure; she was blushing and wide-eyed. She admired the results of Natalie's rough throat-fucking with obvious appreciation.

"Well," Jordan finally said. "I think Princess here discovered she likes being put in her place, didn't she?"

Sofia was too out of it, still gasping for air from her prolonged throat-fucking, to respond. Her head lolled to the side, dizzily facing Jordan. Jordan laughed.

"Look at that expression. That's how you know you did a good job." She poked Sofia's cheek, who, again, barely reacted. She panted and heaved on the table, looking dizzy.

Seeing it, a strange urge filled Natalie. Almost ... protectiveness, for some reason? Or something else? She couldn't quite place it. Regardless, Natalie leaned down and kissed the used woman on the cheek. "You did great," she murmured to her, voice soft. "I'm proud of you."

Sofia's eyes locked to her own, and for a brief moment, it almost looked like she was going to fight her initial response. But then she gave in—and she started to smile under the praise, almost glowing. After a second of surprise, seeing the reaction, Natalie laughed and cradled the girl's face in both hands. Sofia leaned into her, happy for the touch. That odd feeling surged up even more powerfully than before, and Natalie kissed her again.

Jordan was right.

They were going to have a proper pet in no time.