His voice was cold.
Not just calm. Not just controlled. Cold in that sharp, precise way that slid under my skin and stayed there. And yet, sohow, that sa cold tone made my knees buckle. My legs trembled like they had forgotten their only job was to keep upright. It didn’t even make sense. A voice shouldn’t have that kind of power. But his did.
It wasn’t just any voice. It was his.
There was sothing about the way he spoke and it was very low, steady, like he was almost bored that made my stomach twist and my body react before my mind could catch up. I could probably hear a hundred other n talk, and nothing would happen. But one word from him? My pulse would spike like I’d just run a marathon. Honestly, unfair.
I moved toward him on all fours.
The ground felt cool beneath my palms. My knees pressed down, the slight scrape grounding in what I was supposed to be. At first, I instinctively shifted the way I normally would. I would straighten my back, shoulders square, almost dignified without thinking about it.
But—
"No, not like that. You’re a dog now, rember?"
His correction was smooth, almost casual, but it hit harder than any shout.
"A-Arf!"
I barked and nodded quickly, maybe a little too eagerly. If dogs could blush, I would’ve been glowing. I adjusted imdiately, lowering myself properly, posture changing into sothing smaller and more obedient.
And the embarrassing part?
I was happy.
Being degraded like this—being told what I was, what I should act like—sent a warmth through that had nothing to do with pride. My lips were probably curved into the most ridiculous smile, even though I was supposed to be a dog. A dog shouldn’t grin like it just won the lottery. But there I was, practically beaming.
I lifted one leg, steadying myself awkwardly, and aid at the statue.
The first stream slipped from my slit and hit the stone with a soft splash. The sound echoed faintly in the space around us, just enough to make it obvious. Not loud, but not subtle either. It was one of those sounds that makes you hyper-aware of how quiet everything else is.
For a second, I thought—soone could hear that.
And then I pushed the thought away.
I didn’t care.
I pushed harder, forcing it out in a strong, steady stream. It ca out straight at first, then curved into a neat little arc before splashing against the statue’s surface. If there were awards for accuracy, I might’ve earned one. The arch slowly weakened as my bladder emptied, the stream thinning, losing strength, until it tapered off completely.
"Uuuu..."
The sound slipped out of before I could stop it. It was a low groan of relief, half satisfaction, and half lingering tension.
"Good girl."
He knelt in front of , his presence filling the space in a way that felt heavier than his actual weight. His hand slid into my hair, ruffling it like I’d done sothing impressive. The praise landed deep, spreading warmth through my chest.
"Now then," he continued, tone shifting slightly, "why don’t you press your hands over there and give your ass."
Casual. Direct. Like he was asking to pass the salt.
"Worf!"
I barked again, scrambling a little too quickly to obey. I placed my hands against the cold surface of the statue. The stone bit into my palms, grounding . I leaned forward, presenting myself exactly how he wanted.
I heard him move behind .
He reached for the tail attached through my ass, fingers curling around it. The slight tug sent a small shock through my spine. It wasn’t painful. It was just enough to remind it was there. To remind what I was playing at.
Then, without hesitation, he pushed his cock into my pussy.
There was no resistance. None. My body opened instantly, welcoming him in like it had been waiting for that exact mont. He sank deeper, steadily, until he reached my cervix. The pressure there made my breath hitch, his penis pressing against it like it belonged.
Like it had always belonged there.
My eyes rolled back before I could stop them. The fullness was overwhelming in the best way. The wetness that had been pooling inside was displaced, sliding down my thighs as his cock filled the space completely. The sensation of being replaced, of being claid like that, made my fingers curl against the statue.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhh...~ Aaaaaahhhhhh...~!"
He moved.
Just one thrust. One deep, deliberate motion.
And I shattered.
The orgasm hit so suddenly it was almost rude. My mind blanked out, thoughts scattering like soone had flipped a switch. For a second, I forgot where I was. Forgot what I was. There was only sensation.
"Nnnnnnn... ahhh, aaahhngh, aaaah...~! Ahhh, noo...! Aaaahhhh...!"
Before I could recover, a sharp slap landed on my ass.
The sound cracked through the air, and the sting sent another wave crashing through . My body jerked violently.
"Fwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihhh?!"
The sound that ca out of was high and embarrassingly shrill. If dogs could squeal, that was it.
"You’re moaning too loudly," he said, almost amused. "What if soone hears? And you’re a dog, aren’t you?"
Right. A dog.
"Arf, arf, aaahh, arf...!"
I tried. I really did. I forced my moans into broken barks, trying to keep up the act. But the pleasure wasn’t exactly cooperating. It crawled through my nerves, making it impossible to stay composed.
"Nnnhh, aaahh...!"
He kept pounding into , as steady and relentless as possible. At the sa ti, he pulled the anal beads out slowly, then pushed them back in. The dual sensation made my vision blur. Every pull and push added another layer and another spark.
The double penetration was too much in the best possible way. My eyes rolled back again, my body reacting on instinct.
"Nnnnhaaaaa...~ Aaahhh n-nooo... I can’t... It feels too good...~ I’ll turn into an idiot...~ Noooo... ahhhn, aaaahhhh... ah, ah, ahhhhhnghhh, ahhh, ah, ah, aaaahhh..."
The words spilled out without filter. I ant them. The pleasure was stripping away coherent thought piece by piece.
"Alright," he said, breath steady despite everything. "I’m going to cum inside you again. Be sure to catch all of it."
Again.
He sped up.
The sound of skin against skin grew louder and faster. My body tightened around him. I was helpless.
"Nhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...~! Aaaaaahhnnghhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh...~!!!"
I couldn’t do anything except take it. My own orgasm built quickly, swelling into sothing massive and overwhelming. It felt explosive, like lightning gathering in my core.
Then—
He slamd his cock into one last ti and released his sen, filling completely. The warmth spread deep inside.
He pulled out slowly.
The sudden emptiness made my legs give out, and I collapsed onto the ground. My body trembled uncontrollably, aftershocks rippling through long after the main wave had passed. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling like I’d just survived sothing dramatic.
"Aaaaaah... haaaa... I love you, Master... You’re the best..."
The words ca out soft, honest.
And I ant them.
Right now, there was no one else in the world who could stand where he stood. No one worthy of that place. The thought of soone replacing him felt almost laughable.
Master was everything.
He had already ruled long before this mont. This was just proof.
And it only felt natural that the man who would one day beco the king of the world was the one I would serve for the rest of my days.
That wasn’t a question.
It was a fact.
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