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Mococo gnawed at the gag in her mouth, bone shaped and rubbery. Fitting. Drool slipped down her chin and dripped off of her face, flushed and almost snarling. A bullet vibrator whirred between her legs, and she dug her claws into her thighs, pinpricks of pain shooting through her as the vibrations increased. The bed creaked as she struggled to stay upright, teeth digging into the rubber.
Nerissa cooed, hand on her phone, that evil app opened up, the one that controlled the toy that was causing the poor pup so much pain. The demon’s heels clacked against the floor as she paced, watching like a hawk. As soon as Mococo’s legs trembled, and her eyes filled with tears, Nerissa turned the vibrations back down.
“You can’t cum yet, puppy, we just started,” that was a lie. It’d been 20 minutes. 20 minutes of this again and again. The hellhound sniffled, shoulders shaking. Mococo had a hair trigger, it barely took anything for her to start shaking like a dog in the rain.
Nerissa hummed, and strode towards the bed, taking a seat next to Mococo, setting her phone aside after shutting off the vibrations entirely. She cupped her cheeks, wiping her tears with her thumbs, so gentle with her despite the torture she was making her endure. She pressed tender kisses to her face, mumbling what a good girl she was, how good she was being for her. She liked being good.
Mococo pawed at her, clutching her desperately, starting to sob. She couldn’t stop the tears from coming any longer, and Nerissa’s brows furrowed in concern.
She nuzzled into her hands, hiccuping as the tears continued to flow. Nerissa ignored the spit smearing onto her palm, and let her cry. She wouldn’t even touch her phone until she stopped shivering.
Eventually, with coaxing murmurs and a loving touch, she did. Mococo sniffled, but did not tremble any longer. She stiffened when one of the hands on her face trailed down, over her chest, scraping over her tummy, and down again..
Nerissa suppressed a chuckle, instead speaking up, “You’re soaked, darling,” Mococo growled half-heartedly, hips twitching. Nerissa pressed her hand against her cunt, palm pressing against her, “It’s okay, go ahead,”
With the given permission, she grinded against the offered hand, breathing picking up. The gloves she wore gave it a sort of odd feeling, but she would take anything. She whimpered loudly when it was taken away, ears flattening against her head. She perked up when Nerissa used her dry hand to pick up her phone. Mococo doubled over as it was turned up all the way.
Nerissa hummed, pulling her close. Mococo shoved her face into her chest, whining, whimpering, messy and uncoordinated as she tried to ground herself.
Nerissa shushed her once more, “It’s okay, you can do it, I know you can, it’s okay,” she rubbed her back, and pressed an oddly chaste kiss to her shoulder.
Mococo’s eyes watered, and she was clawing at Nerissa’s back, ripping the expensive material that made up her attire. She could fix it later. For now, she just needed to get the pup through this.
Nerissa could feel how she shook, and held her steady as she started to thrash. She hummed quietly, a soft, comforting melody that made the hound’s head feel fuzzy. Mococo yelped, muffled by the gag, as the raven tugged at her tail, and quietly whispered, “Be a good girl, and cum for me,”
She near howled, the words sending her over the edge, heat blooming and bleeding into every limb as she climaxed, messy and flustered and beautiful.
“That’s my girl,”