《Rewritten Kink & Lemons!!!》26. Slenderman x Reader
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(This was requested by , enjoy!)
~Y/n pov~
This was embarrassing. . . My face was a blushing mess. I was on all fours with a cat tail connected to me, my fake cat ears. A bright blue collar on my neck.
The leash leading up to
He was sitting in a chair with his leg resting on the other, a small dog bowl filled with milk. He tugged the leash and made me crawl to his feet like a pet.
I never knew he had a Pet and Master kink.
" He said, I lowered my head and licked the milk like a cat would. Tasting the fresh cold milk, his black tentacle softly brushed my back as he uncrossed his legs.
Somehow I accidentally made the milk drip on his shoe, I glanced up at him and he tilted his head.
" He pressed his shoe at my arm and I leaned down to clean it off with my tongue.
I slowly snaked up on his legs and managed to straddle his waist. I kissed his neck and nibbled his ear.
"
Master, can I please have your milk instead?~" I asked as I held his red tie and looked at his non-existent face.
"" He let me slide between his thighs and unzip his pants.
His cock was twice the size of my forearm, I fully stood on my knees and held his dick with two hands, I swirled my tongue around his tip and sucked on it. Tasting his pre-cum already, I fitted as much as I could in my mouth. Satisfied sighs came from him as he relaxed, his tentacle wrapped around my throat and grew tighter as I sucked him off.
I was lifted by my waist and my legs were spread apart in the air. His slender fingers massaged my dripping pussy, he stood and used his tentacles to grope my breasts and slipping one inside of my mouth.
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"
"Yes, Master~" His tentacle burrowed down my throat, triggering my gag reflex.
I coughed when it was pulled out, I felt his cock rub my wet folds.
"He asked, the tentacle slipped out of my mouth and rested on my lower lip, waiting for me to answer.
"Y-Yes, Master. I-I want your milk~ please fill me with your delicious milk!~"
He snarled before shoving his huge cock inside of my right pussy.
As I tried to scream, I was stopped by the same tentacle entering my mouth. He used his hands to grip my legs and thrust into me, he began to pull the leash and slam me on his cock. I couldn't scream with the tentacles down my throat, only tears fell from my eyes as I was being held open by his other free tentacles.
The leash was adding more pressure to my neck, my body was bent and tied, sweat rolled down my body. I gulped and kept sucking, the exotic sounds were so hot.
Drool and cum were mixed together on my lips and cheeks as he kept going. He circled my clit and kept going overboard on me, I was close to cumming already but he would stop when I was near before he continued.
Teasing me and making me beg.
"Master~ please!~"
He asked.
"P-Please let me cu- ah! Gah!~" I whimpered.
He said.
"L-Let me cum!! Please!~~" I cried out, he held my wrists and legs with his tentacles before spreading me fully apart.
" He snarled, I yelled as he broke my climax.
He fully thrusted his dick inside of me and pressed into my uterus which made me whine more before releasing his semen deep inside of me. Our gasps and sharp breaths were all that was left in this soundproof room.
He sat back on the chair and held me on his lap, he kissed my head and unclipped the collar before rubbing my neck softly.
". . .
"Yes. . . Thank you, Master~" I whispered as I held my stomach.
"What?"
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