Shiloh looked up at Twil with anticipation and desire. The colr around his neck was both f and evocative, reminding him that Twil would care for him and that he was to obey her every word. Twil gazed at him with equal desire, her of them moving for quite a while as the tension and lust built in the air between them. Eventually, Twil spoke.

  "Remove your clothes."

  Shiloh hasteo obey, pulling his shirt over his head and standing only long enough to remove his pants and underwear before kneeling in front of her again. He usually would have made more of a out of it, but he was fident that Twil would have specified if she was looking for a striptease. She was not oet or miss out oails.

  "Very good." She said, caressing his hair. "Now remove my robes."

  Tearing her usual caster robes; she never seemed to wear anything other than them. Shiloh wondered if she even had casual wear like they had bought for him. He stood once again and she turned around, brushiark white hair forward over her shoulder to give him access to the back of her robes, where he found simir ties to his own. He undid them, and the robe fell to her ankles in one go, revealing a ck of underwear.

  She stepped out of it, and Shiloh moved it to join his own clothing in one pile. He the in front of her again and bowed his head. He felt her tiroking his hair, and unsciously moved his head into her hand. She didn't offer any more demands, tent with petting him. He closed his eyes and rexed into her touch.

  With his eyes closed, his mind focused on his other senses. Her touch was electrifying and soothing at the same time. He heard her breathing rex as she fell intur dominant role. Her smell, however, was driving him crazy. Kneeling aing his butt on his ankles, his head was just a few inches above her crotch. He could smell the musk of her cod it ractically making him salivate as he remembered exactly how she tasted with that heavy rod buried in his throat.

  "Mistress." He moaned softly, hoping he wasn't earning himself a punishment by speaking.

  "Yes, my little owil's voice was husky with lust.

  "May I please taste you?" Shiloh raised his eyes to hers and fouaring passionately down at him.

  Twil remained silent long enough that Shiloh was certain she would say no. "You may worship me, little one, but you may not take me into your mouth."

  Shiloh nodded slowly, then shuffled forward to press himself against her cock. It immediately began to stiffen and grow into the beast he k could be. Twil wasn't quite as long as Ara's eight or nine inches, but she was thicker. Thiough, in fact, that Shiloh needed a hand and a half to it pletely. He inhaled her st deeply and nuzzled into her hot, pulsing rod.

  Shiloh took her permission to worship as a and. He gently massaged her rge balls with his hands and kissed from the base of her cock all the way to the tip, where he was rewarded with a rge dollop of precum. He swallowed it eagerly and began kissing back down to the base oher side. When he reached the base again, he nuzzled once more before lig gently across her sack.

  Twil moaned in appreciation of his work, and Shiloh smiled into her crotch. He moved his hands to her cod began to slowly stroke it while he kissed and licked all over her balls. When her swollen nuts were slick with his spit, he moved his mouth back up to her cock. He moved his hands up and begaly massaging her gns as he slowly worked his her shaft, making sure to cover it as thhly as her sack.

  She tasted just as good as he remembered; like freshly-picked strawberries. He wondered briefly if that was because she wasn't human. What race was she even? He forced his attention back to the task at hand and reveled in his Mistress's taste and the soft moans he was drawing from her. When her entire shaft was shining with his efforts, he moved his hands to her thighs and began massaging up and down while he kissed and licked her gns, doing his best to make sure she had an even coating of his devotion all over her glorious package.

  "Stop." Twil gasped out, snapping Shiloh out of his reverie. He let out a small whine and leaned away from her cock. At the whiwil looked down sharply at him. "Was that an attempt at backtalking me, little one?"

  "No, Mistress." Shiloh replied early, bowing his head tain.

  "Good. I would hate to have to punish you when I was going to reward you for your worship." Twil's eyes twinkled when Shiloh's head snapped back up to look at her with excitement. "Get on the bed."

  Shiloh jumped to his feet ao y on the bed, but paused as he looked at it. "Mistress, how would you like me to - oof!" Twil shoved him down mid-sentence. He nded with his legs still off the bed, pg his vulnerable hole at exactly the right height for her cock to ihen she practically id on top of him, her breasts brushing against his back.

  "It doesn't matter to me right now, my little cockslut. You've gotten me very worked up and now I'm going to reward that tight little ass of yours." She growled into his ear.

  "Thank you, Mistress." Shiloh sighed as she pushed off of him. She didn't say anything for a moment, but Shiloh heard the telltale sound of a jar opening, and knew she lying some actual lube to her already wet cock. He heard her close the jar, the her wide cockhead press into his opening.

  "Beg for it." Twil anded as she teased his hole.

  "Mistress..." Shiloh whined slowly. "Please, Mistress, put it in. Please, I o feel ye cock splitting me open. I want to please you with my tight hole. I want to feel you make me your little bitd force my ass to stretch around your hot, thick co-o-o-ooock!" He moahe st word out as Twil invaded him and steadily drove all the way in.

  Shiloh's head fell to the bed as he was overwhelmed with the pleasure of being turned into a cocksleeve again. It was unbelievable how good it felt to be used by his teammates. He really ohrodite a lot of thank-yous for his altered body when he finally spoke tain. Twil grabbed his hair and yanked his head up off the mattress as she ground her hips against his, allowing him to get used to the stretch before she really began.

  "What do you say, my beautiful little slut?" Twil murmured.

  "Th-thank y-you M-m-mistress." Shiloh gasped out. The pain of her pulling his hair was enough to get his attention, but she wasn't truly hurting him. "Y-your c-cock feels a-a-amazing."

  "You're very wele." Twil said softly before pulling her cock slowly out of him. He moa the huge cock dragging against his prostate. "Now..." She smmed bato him, making him moan.

  "Misssstressss...."

  "Take..."

  SLAM!

  "Yessss...."

  "My..."

  SLAM!

  Shiloh's brain began to melt as he tinually moaned his thanks.

  "Cock!"

  SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!

  Twil ramped into hyperspeed, and Shiloh lost all ability to think or respond in anything more than animalistic grunts and groans. Her thick cock fucked asm after asm from his shaking body as her rge, swollen balls spped into his own smaller package. It pained him, though not as badly as he would have expected. The twinges of pain simply added a new fvor to his ecstasy, however, and the fresh sensation allowed him to trate just long enough tnize he might be a bit of a masochist before she fucked his brains right back out of him.

  Shiloh lost himself in the lust and the euphoria of being used by his Mistress. Her panting grunts, her hand pulling his hair back, aher hand pressing on his lower back, making him ard tighten up on her rod. All of it bined intoxicated him; he was drunk on her, and his higher processing vanished as he offered himself totally for her use.

  Suddenly, Twil's ha his hair and he colpsed fain. In the moment, she pulled almost all the way out and stopped. He was about to speak when she spanked him so hard he squeaked involuntarily.

  "Answer me, bitch!" She hissed.

  "I'm sorry, Mistress." Shiloh groaned. "I didn't hear you."

  "I asked you..."

  SMAbsp;He groaned again.

  "...what you..." SMAbsp;He whimpered and squirmed.

  "...are!" SMACK! Shiloh cried out in pain, but the spanking had aplished what Twil wa to; he was focused again.

  "I'm your bitch!" Shiloh gasped.

  SMAbsp;He cried out again.

  "Wrong! What are you?"

  "I'm your cocksleeve!"

  SMAbsp;He whimpered pathetically and tried to squirm away from her.

  "Don't you fug run! What are you?"

  "I'm whatever you wao be! I'm yours, Mistress!" Shiloh felt tears filling his eyes as he tensed for another spank. It didn't e, however. He felt Twil's thiess pressing bato him as she lowered herself to his back. Her breasts squished into him and her arms ed around his chest, hugging him to her.

  "That's exactly right." She whispered lovingly into his ear. "You are mine now, and I will take care of you. You are mine."

  Shiloh cried. Not in pain or fear, but in pure catharsis. Relief washed over him, and he ched his ass on his Mistress's cock. His tears flowed down until they nded on the sheets. His body twitched in time with his quiet sobs. He wao be even closer to her, and she seemed to se.

  Twil squeezed him a little tighter and murmured softly to him. "Shh, shh... It's okay, Shy. It's okay. I'll take care of you. You are mine."

  "P-please... M-mistress..."

  "What is it, Shy?" colored her voice for the first time.

  "P-please turn me a-around. I w-want to h-hug you, too." Twil immediately gave him his wish, slowly turning him over without pulling her rge cock from his still-twitg hole. He quickly ed his arms around her and hugged her as tightly as he could. She reciprocated, squeezing him into her. His tears stopped after a few more moments, and he mao stop shaking.

  "There, there." Twil whispered. "It's okay. You're mine, Shy."

  "Thank you, Mistress." Shiloh responded. After a brief pause he tinued. "Mistress, would you please cum in me?"

  Twil smirked at him. "You're making an awful lot of requests, my little butt slut. It's a good thing you have such a g Mistress."

  In an incredible dispy of strength and agility, Twil lifted both of them from the bed in one fluid motion, suspending Shiloh on her cock. He ed his legs around her hips and his arms over her shoulders. She gripped his ass with both hands, but didn't lift him up, yet.

  "Don't get used to making so many requests of me." She warned, looking at him seriously.

  "Okay. Thank you, Mistress." Shiloh whispered. She kissed him deeply, and lifted him up until only the head of her cock remained inside of him, the him drop onto her length. He groaned into her mouth. She lifted him again, then dropped him and thrust up at the same time, somehow driving even deeper into him. His eyes flew open as he came, his load spshing against their stomachs.

  "Such a good little slut for me." Twil growled. "Now hang on tight, I'm going to blow your mind."

  Twil lifted him and dropped him onto her cock again, thrusting as she had before. She did it over and over, driving thought from his mind pletely. His brain whited out in pleasure even more intehan earlier, knowing that he was hers. He was hers. Hers. Hers.

  After an incalcuble amount of time, he felt her begin to speed up. She absolutely destroyed his ass, fug him with all the strength she possessed. Her grunts let him know she was getting close, and a tightness began building within him. He wao feel her dumping cum into him. He wao feel her marking him. Making him hers. Hers. Hers.

  Twil thrust one more time deep within him and stopped. A heartbeat ter, her cock twitched aed within him. His own asm tore from his body and he moaned for his Mistress before falling into a dead faint oeel rod. Twil noticed he was unscious when she came down from her high and chuckled. She gently lowered him to the bed and withdrew her cock. He whined, but didn't wake up when he felt her pull out and her load spill onto the bed.

  Twil almost climbed into bed with him, but saw how she'd just ruihe sheets and ged her mind. She lifted him from the soaked bed and brought him to the other one before spooning up behind him and holding him tightly against her. He had taken it so well, and she was fairly certain she hadn't pressed too far. She really hoped she didn't. She wanted him to want to be hers. It didn't mean anything if he didn't want to be hers. Hers. Hers.