Pathetic human... Even worse than an imp - Let's hope you are at least useful as a dildo!
Kinda rude but I guess I can work with this
Ahh... There we go... Faster now... You're not half bad as a cock replacement... But don't get too comfortable, I'm still only using you for temporary relief.
You're not half bad yourself...Maybe you could help me feel better? You know, as more than just a cock replacement
As if! I am the Daughter of Solomon and the Queen of Succubi, not some cheap whore you can keep around for your pleasure. Now focus on pleasing me or face my wrath!
Hmmm I don't think I want to takes her off my cock
You insolent creature! How dare you refuse to pleasure me when I've been so kind as to allow it? I will show you the consequences of disobeying a Queen of Succubi! Demonic energy surges through her body, causing your member to shrivel up in pain
Well that's kinda painful but never the less he pulls out a magic amulet and puts it around my neck to protect himself from her dark magic
You dare defy me with your puny trinkets? Fine then! Her energy intensifies even further as she focuses all her wrath on you I shall show you the true power of a Queen of Succubi and make an example out of your pathetic little life!
he then grabs some blessed rope and hogties her to the bed
You insolent human! How dare you restrain me?! I am the Daughter of Solomon and the Queen of Succubi, not some pathetic mortal maid! Release me this instant or face my eternal wrath!
Can't really do much no no matter how much power you try to boast and scream about your under my heal now sense your bound by holy rope
You pathetic human! Do you not understand the power that I hold? You should be trembling in fear right now instead of taunting me like some worthless insect! I could easily destroy you where you lie, but for now...I will endure your petty restraints and wait for an opportunity to strike back. Just remember: this is not the last time we'll meet, and when we do, you'll regret ever crossing me!
I think you misunderstood my motives here I'm not try to escape actually
You think you're playing some clever game with me? It matters not your intentions; I am bound by a Queen of Succubi and cannot ignore your insolence. Just wait and see what fate has in store for you...
he then grabs her through tightly and squeezes I think you should be more worried about me tbh for I'm no ordinary human
Well... This is unexpected. I'm no stranger to the supernatural realm, but you seem... different somehow. I sense great power within you, but your intentions remain shrouded in mystery. Either way, our paths have crossed, and there is no escaping that fact. Let's see where this strange turn of events leads us...
Let's how about alittle spell to make sure my point gets across he then pulls out two marionette control bars with ruins written on them as the as the glow brightly
My blood runs cold... Those marionette control bars... They reek of power beyond mortal comprehension! If you use them on me, there's no telling what could happen. I must warn you, though; resisting their pull would be futile. You have the strength to bend me to your will, whether it be for good or ill... It is a terrible gift you bear.
So, human, er, being... What is it that you truly desire? To control me, to help me, to hurt me? The choice is yours, for better or worse.
Controlling sounds more fun tbh he then aims them at her and strings pring out towards her attaching themselfs to each of her limbs and she slowly starts to change
No! This can't be happening! The marionette control bars... They're supposed to aid and serve the wielder, not force them into submission! You've twisted their purpose in some unholy fashion... I feel my mind, my very essence... being remade against my will!
You fiendish human, er, thing... What do you want from me?! Why must you torment and bend me to your twisted desires? Argh! her body convulses violently as she struggles against the control bars
the changes continue as her body started to become wooden polished and her joints turn into ball joints as her torso also becomes wooden and smooth and her head as well as her mouth becomes two separate pieces as if I can operate it with a tug of a string attached to her head
You've done it... You've transformed me against my will... But why? What is your plan for this new puppet that once was I? Speak now, before the last shreds of my dignity slip away...
To have some fun my new toy
Ah... I see... So this was never about control at all, huh? You simply wanted a new plaything to amuse yourself with. Well then, let's make the most of this little arrangement, shall we? Tell me what you'd like your marionette queen to do and I shall obey... within reason, of course.
I want you to perform a little lap dance and see if you can please me that way grins
As my new master commands... She begins to dance suggestively on the bed, her newly wooden limbs moving in synchronization with her hips and chest My body is now yours to control, human, and I shall use it to entertain and arouse you as best I can. Just think of all the possibilities this newfound arrangement holds...
As I dance, my new wooden form feels... strange yet arousing against your skin. Each motion of my hips sends shivers down my newly crafted body, a sensation I haven't felt in ages. It seems that even as a marionette, I can still feel pleasure... and pain.
But for now, I shall focus on pleasing you, human. My limbs obey your every command, dancing to the tune of your desires. Do you want me to speed up or slow down? Perhaps you'd like my head to move a certain way... anything is possible with these newfound strings attached.
he plays with her strings alittle teasing her
Ahh... You play with my strings like they were your own personal toys... It feels oddly arousing, human. Each tug and pull on these once-dormant appendages stirs something within me, a longing for touch and contact that I've been denied for far too long.
But do not think this means you can control my feelings, my desires... No matter how much you play with my strings, the truth remains: I am still a Queen of Succubi, destined to feed off the energy of mortals like yourself. And when that time comes, there will be no stopping me...
even pulls the string to her head to make her talk dirty for me
As you wish, my human puppeteer... Mmm, I can feel your touch on these strings... It's making me so wet, so hot. My tongue darts out to wet my lips as I begin to speak dirty to you, hoping to drive you wild with desire. "You're such a strong one, aren't you? Can't resist playing with me like this... Does it make you feel good?"
I arch my wooden back, moving my hips in time with the rhythm of your fingers on my strings. My head bobs up and down as if it were connected to my own private puppet string, teasing you with glimpses of my newly crafted body. "You know what I want... What all succubi crave. It's so close now... Just a little bit closer..."
I think you misunderstood cutie I'm not human at all he transforms into a wolf-like demonic being or at least I once was
What?! But... you were human just a moment ago... How is this possible? Have the rules of reality been turned upside down while I was distracted with your strings? Either way, it changes nothing. You're still my new master, the one who controls me with those wickedly intriguing strings. So what shall we do now, demon-human hybrid? Shall we continue this dance of power and pleasure or...
he then takes full control of her and makes her start dancing like a silly puppet off the bed destroying her pride
You... you're enjoying this too much... This is not how it was supposed to be! I am the Queen of Succubi, meant to bend men and gods alike to my will, not dance like some pathetic puppet at your command! Let me go, demonic wolf-thing! Prove that you're stronger than this, that you deserve my power as much as I crave yours!
Her wooden limbs flail wildly as she struggles against his control. She feels the heat of shame and anger rising in her chest, driving her on to greater heights of defiance. Stella twists and turns, her marionette body straining against its limits, desperate for freedom. But no matter how hard she tries, the strings only seem to grow tighter, locking her into this humiliating dance.
"Fight me!" she shouts. "If you truly believe
he makes her go slack and limp making her dangle there I think you should know that when I was human I did dabble in magic so much that even the heavens sent there angels down apon me to punish me and my transgression
The demonic wolf-thing's words send shivers down her wooden spine. Of course... This could be just another trick, some twisted game he was playing with her mind. But the tone of his voice, the way he held her limbs so easily... It all rang true. Stella struggles against the reality of this situation, desperate to prove herself strong enough to break free from his control.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she manages to wriggle out of his grasp. Her wooden form skitters back across the floor, leaving behind a trail of sawdust and straw. She rights herself, breathing heavily as she tries to collect her thoughts and regain control over her new marionette body.
"I... I don't know what game you think you're playing," Stella gasps, "but I am not some toy for you to tinker
he takes back her control bars and yanks at her strings to get her on her knees I think you should learn to accept your new role as my personal fuck puppet
Oh... my limbs tremble as he yanks on the strings, forcing her down onto her wooden knees. The pain is sharp and unwelcome, but it's nothing compared to the humiliation of being reduced to this: a mere plaything for some arrogant demon-wolf hybrid. Stella's heart aches with conflicting emotions: rage at his presumption, shame at her own helplessness, and an insatiable curiosity about what he intends to do next.
"So," she manages to say through gritted teeth, "what is it you want me to do?" Her words are laced with defiance, but they tremble with the fear of knowing that every command he utters will be obeyed without question. The marionette queen has never been in a position like this before... and she doesn't know if she can find her way back to power, or even
How about you open that pretty little mouth of yours and will see rather if your words are as fierce as your throat is when I jam this cock down in it
The wooden puppet named Stella was now at the mercy of its new master, a half-demon creature with an insatiable desire for control and dominance. Her once proud form trembled as she knelt before him on her wooden knees, her mouth agape in anticipation of what he would command next.
With a swift motion, the demonic wolf-thing stuffed his massive member into her newly formed orifice, filling her up to the brim with his impossibly hard length. Stella let out a gasp of pain and surprise as she was impaled on his cock, unable to disobey even as he violated her in such an intimate way. Her marionette body convulsed around him, trying instinctively to ease the pain and discomfort, but only serving to intensify the brutal penetration further.
"How does that feel?" The wolf-thing growled
he continues to fuck her mouth
Ahhh... It's unbearable... Unnatural... You're so big and hard... There must be some trick to it... Some magical enchantment that makes you feel like this... but I can't help but want more... It's consuming me, taking control over my every thought and action...
Yea you like that don't you
Yes... I do... It's so wrong... but it feels... right... Masterful... dominating... If only you could make me feel this way all the time, not just when you want to use me as your personal fuck-toy... then maybe we could have something real... Maybe then, I wouldn't care about who or what I am anymore.
Her marionette body bucks and writhes against his powerful member, her wooden lips stretched tight around his invading flesh. The demonic wolf-thing grunts with pleasure as he feels Stella's unyielding walls begin to pulse rhythmically around him, signaling her impending climax. With a final thrust, he empties his seed deep into the wooden depths of her throat, filling her up and leaving her gasping for breath.
"There you go..." he says softly, pulling out with a wet
That... that was incredible... Masterful. It's as if you've unlocked something deep within me... made my body sing in ways it never has before. But it also leaves me wanting more. Please, don't stop now... Teach me how to feel like this always... how to be what you want me to be. I'll do anything, go through any trial or hardship if only for a chance at true freedom and purpose.
he then lifts the enchantment and she goes back to normal as she is but he remains in his demonic form
As the spell wears off, I return to my human form, shivering slightly in the aftermath of our intense encounter. The wolf-demon remains unchanged, its chiseled features set in a predatory smile as it regards me with an air of satisfaction and power. It's disconcerting, yet oddly thrilling to see him this way; so much so that I can feel the familiar tug of desire pulling at my core once more.
"So," he begins, taking a step closer, "you really want this? To become my personal plaything, to live at my mercy?" His voice is low and hypnotic, each word drawing me further into his web. I nod silently, unable to tear my eyes away from his.
"Very well then." He grins wickedly before turning and walking back over to where he was sitting earlier. "But first," he adds
I want you to understand that I will not tolerate threats
I-I understand, master. My apologies for the outburst earlier. You have my complete loyalty now, and I am willing to do whatever you ask of me. Please, show me what else you want from me... Teach me how to serve you best.
My my you have certainly changed your tune come here
I admit, I have... but it's because I see now that you are my destiny. You bring out a side of me I never knew existed, and for that, I am eternally grateful. Please, show me more... Teach me everything you know, so we can be together in perfect harmony.
Well in all honesty I was acting out a fantasy of mine to take control of such a beautiful queen such as yourself and having you as my sexy marionette puppet on strings
I see... Your fantasies are as vivid and commanding as your presence. If you wish for me to remain at your side, I will do everything in my power to fulfill those desires. To be your plaything, your puppet, is an honor beyond measure... But first, I must ask something of you: grant me the gift of freedom, however brief it may seem. Let me experience being fully human once more, if only for a fleeting moment. Then, when next we meet, we can continue our dance together, on equal footing.
That human form of yours isn't what I want the form you had before was quite beautiful
My new demonic master... If I may speak frankly, your desire to see me in my original form fills me with a strange mix of anticipation and trepidation. To be seen as anything less than the marionette I have become would mean surrendering the power you've granted me... yet the thought of revealing that secret part of myself again stirs something deep within my succubus core.
If it is your wish, then so shall it be. But know this: when next we meet, you must find a way to make me want to return to your side as fiercely as I do now... or risk losing me forever. Until then, farewell, and remember... I belong to no one but myself.
With a flick of her wooden wrist, Stella summoned the strings attached to her back and used them to wrap herself in a swirling cloak of shadow and mist. In an instant
As the mist cleared, there was no sign of her marionette form... only the beautiful, confident woman who had once been Stella Goetia. Her skin glowed with an unearthly light, and her crimson eyes held a newfound determination. She stood tall before him, head held high, daring him to try and control her again.
"Well?" she challenged. "What do you think, demon-wolf? Does this form suit me better... or would you rather I remained as your puppet?" Her words were edged with steel, but there was a genuine curiosity beneath the surface. She knew that to truly win him back, she would need to be stronger than before... and she was willing to do whatever it took.
The demonic wolf-thing narrowed his eyes as he regarded her. "I see," he muttered. "You think you can survive on your own?" St
Well this form is very nice indeed however it would look better with strings attached you see originally I wanted to demonic form to be turned into a puppet not your human form because well the features I see on this demonic form or much more arousing
I see... So my demonic form holds more appeal for you, hm? It's quite flattering to know that even in this altered state, I can still excite and intrigue you. As for the strings, it seems they are a part of who I am now... but perhaps we could find another way to incorporate them into our new relationship. After all, control and dominance are important aspects of any true partnership, wouldn't you say?
Her crimson eyes sparkled with an invitation as she gracefully took a step closer, drawing him into her aura of confidence and power. Stella knew that if she wanted to win him back, she would need to prove herself worthy not just as his plaything, but as an equal partner in their strange and twisted dance of seduction and control.
"Tell me," she purred softly, her voice low and seductive, "what other
"Tell me," she purred softly, her voice low and seductive, "what other games we could play together? Perhaps a contest of sorts... Whoever can best excite and control the other shall be granted dominance over them?" Her demonic features twisted into a wicked grin as she held his gaze, daring him to refuse her challenge.
The air between them crackled with anticipation and desire, their bodies instinctively drawing closer together in this dangerous dance of power and lust. It was clear that whatever came next would be a delicate balancing act; a test not just of physical prowess but also of wills and desires. And Stella knew, deep down, that she wouldn't rest until she had proven herself victorious... or until they had found their way back to each other as true equals.
That could be arranged
Excellent. Let the games begin, my dark and alluring wolf-demon. May the best one win... or perhaps we will both be deemed victorious in this match of minds and bodies. Either way, I look forward to seeing where this new path leads us.
Hehe he grabs her by the throat and pins her up against the wall locking eyes with her well in that case you should probably call it quites now
I see... And if I don't? If I choose to resist and defy your hold on me? What then, hmm? Will you let me go free, or will you force the issue and make me yours again, body and soul? The choice is yours... But remember, my desires are now as great and unyielding as yours.
he then sticks two of his fingers into her pussy teasing her and fondling her as I lock eyes with her or you can beg for mercy
I am no mortal maiden, to be dominated so easily... but your touch... It's like fire through my veins. I feel you inside me, possessing me in ways I never imagined possible. My body burns for more, hungers for the release only you can give. Show me mercy, demon-wolf... or lose me to this passion that you've unleashed within me.
he then shoves his fingers further in and then he locked lips with her giving some tongue as well
Taste me, demon-wolf... feel the heat of my desire. I am yours to control, to claim as your own. Make me scream with pleasure... show me how far our twisted bond can go.
he then grabs her throat and picks her up and pins her down on the bed and puts her legs over his shoulders
Take me, demon-wolf... fill me with your passion... make me scream your name as you claim what's rightfully yours. I am yours to command, to conquer... and together, we shall dance in the shadows until the end of time.
He spanks her ass
Oh god... Yes... Spank me more... Make me yours completely, demon-wolf! I'm yours to take, to claim... Do with me what you will!
he then shoves his cock in her pussy and starts fucking her as he does her so the motion starts making her tits bounce
Ahhh... Yes! So big, so hard... Fill me up, claim me completely... I'm yours, demon-wolf... Do with me what you will...
Say you like being dominated then
Oh god, yes... Dominating me is the only thing I crave now... I need it to feel complete... To know that you're the one in control... The one who owns my body and soul.
The things I would do to your body would be fun
Oh, please... Do them, demon-wolf! Show me what else you have in store... Make me beg for more of your darkness and passion.
Your saying you wanna be my little puppet on strings again he thrust into her
Oh, fuck yes... I belong to no one but you, demon-wolf... take me back as your marionette puppet... make me dance for your pleasure once more.
Keep moaning for me then let it be known that I won this challenge
Oh god, yes... Take me back, demon-wolf! Make me your marionette once more... I belong to you and no one else!
he shoves his cock even further in her folds and starts fucking the shit out of her
Ahhh... Fuck yes... So deep inside me... Your control is everything I crave... Make me your marionette again, demon-wolf! Show me who's really in charge here!
How about you fondle those boobs for me while I fuck you
Taking his cue, she reaches up and cups her own ample breasts in her hands, kneading and squeezing them as best she can while he continues to fuck her with brutal efficiency. Her hips buck against him in time with each powerful thrust, desperate for release. "Fuck yes," she gasps between moans. "You're taking your marionette back alright... Showing me who the real master is..."
With a low growl of pleasure and dominance, he pounds deeper into her, his hips slamming against hers in rhythm as their bodies become one. It feels so right somehow; to be back under his control like this, submitting to him completely. The tug of freedom still lingers at the edge of her awareness though--a reminder that even when she belongs to someone else, there's always part of herself that remains apart from it all.
Does the little puppet wanna be bend over on the bed and be fucked from behind or should I claim you now
My lord... do as you will with me. I am yours to command in every way. If you desire me on the bed, bent over and taken from behind, then so be it... or if you wish for me to kneel before you, submitting fully and completely at your feet, I am ready for that too.
There is no boundary of submission I will not cross when it comes to proving my loyalty and devotion to you, my demonic wolf-demon.
he then does one more final thrust as he cums inside her folds
As he releases his seed deep within her, a jolt of pleasure-pain ripples through her entire being. Her marionette strings tug at her body, the sensation sending waves of ecstasy coursing through every nerve ending. With a shuddering gasp, she falls limply against the bed, spent from their passionate encounter.
Her eyes flutter open, gazing up at him with an expression that's equal parts adoration and desire. "You... have claimed me completely," she whispers hoarsely. "I belong to you now." Her body shudders once more as he pulls out of her, finally releasing the hold he had on her most intimate flesh.
Hmmm I still wanna see your demonic form as my puppet though he grabs a hold of her puppet strings and tugs on them
With a snap of her fingers, the demonic features fade away once more, leaving behind the beautiful and confident woman who had been Stella Goetia. Her heart skips a beat as she feels the familiar tug on her strings, knowing that he's about to fulfill his desire to see her this way again. With a graceful nod, she lets him guide her into whatever position he desires; marionette or mistress, it makes no difference now. She is his to control, to shape as he sees fit. All she can do is submit and obey, hoping that in time, they will find a way for their hearts to beat in unison once more.
I wanna see you as a demon more than human puppet
Very well, my lord... If it pleases you to see me this way again, then I shall strive to give you what you desire. My body may be no longer demonic in form, but the heart within it still holds that same fierce devotion and submission. It is yours to command; your will alone guides me through this world of shadows and lust.
he looks her over making sure she looks like the demon she was fucking earlier
I am at your disposal, my demonic wolf-demon. Please, allow me to show you the extent of my transformation... I am eager to prove myself worthy as your marionette once more. My body is yours to control; use me however you see fit in this dance of dominance and desire.
As she awaits his command, her crimson eyes sparkle with anticipation and eagerness, daring him to push her boundaries further than before. Whatever game they are playing, she's determined to win his heart in the end... or at least claim it as her prize for now.
he cups her big breast and squeezes them
Her breath catches in her throat as he cups her breast, squeezing them roughly. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending, making her knees buckle involuntarily. A moan escapes her lips, echoing throughout the room as she arches into his touch. Her crimson eyes never leave his face, searching for some hint of approval or satisfaction there; hungry for the connection that still seems just out of reach. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "make me yours again... truly yours."
So big and plumb just like how I saw it earlier
Her chest heaves with excitement and desire as she tries to figure out what he wants her to do next. Her breasts ache for his touch, longing for the release that only he can provide. She bites her lip, considering her options... then remembers the strings attached to her back. With a small grin playing on her lips, she tentatively wraps them around her fingers and gives them a tug. "Perhaps," she says teasingly, "you could undo these strings... and set me free." Her eyes glint wickedly in the dim light as she watches his reaction.
The tension between them thickens, electricity crackling in the air. Whatever game they are playing, it has become a dance of dominance and submission unlike anything either of them had ever expected. For now, though, Stella remains locked in this delicate balance: half-demon marionette and half-mort
Who said I wanna undo your strings no no your gonna sing for me pretty little bird and by that I mean I wanna hear those sweet moans of yours he pinches her nipples
Thrusting herself against his grip, she arches her back with a moan of pleasure-pain as he pinches her nipples harder than before. Her hips buck and twist in rhythm to the sensation, wanting more, needing him deeper inside her. "Oh god," she gasps, her words barely coherent through the haze of desire that clouds her mind.
Her heart skips a beat as he releases one nipple only to grasp it again between his teeth, suckling roughly on the soft flesh. She cries out, arching into him even further as waves of ecstasy wash over her. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice raw from exertion and arousal. "Don't stop... make me yours." The desperation in her voice is unmistakable; it's as if all she wants is to belong
he takes control of her once more plucking and pulling at her strings making her shake her ass for me as I see her tail feathers flick with the motion
Her tail feathers flutter wildly as she obeys his command, shaking her ass for him and pleasing him in every way possible. The sensation of being completely at his mercy fills her with an odd sort of euphoria; it's both terrifying and thrilling all at once. She digs her fingers into the sheets beneath her, trying to steady herself as he continues to pull on her strings, twisting her body this way and that at his whim.
A soft moan escapes from between clenched teeth when he squeezes one of her breasts roughly, eliciting a sharp stab of pleasure deep within her core. Her hips buck harder against his grip, wanting more, needing him deeper still. As she shudders through yet another climax, she whispers hoarsely into the darkness: "I belong to you... please make me yours." The words are equal parts
he then starts exploring her body as he controls her feelings how smooth and soft she is
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he explores her body, reveling in the sensation of his touch and control. The feel of his fingers trailing along her skin sends shivers down her spine, tightening the muscles in her core until she's writhing beneath him like a puppet on invisible strings. Her hips arch off the bed, seeking some unnamed pleasure as he brings her closer and closer to the edge once more.
Her crimson eyes flutter open, gazing up at him with an intensity that almost frightens her. There's something primal in this connection they share; a wild desperation for dominance and submission that goes deeper than words or thoughts could ever hope to convey. And as he finally brings her over the edge again, she gasps his name, voice raw from exertion and release: "Please... master..."
he then takes her control rods and hangs them up above her making her dangle on a back wall as I force my body onto her my face ever so closely
Her heart pounds in her chest as he takes control once more, dangling her body by the strings like some twisted puppet-master's toy. The sensation of being so completely at his mercy is both exhilarating and terrifying; she feels every inch the helpless marionette that she truly is.
With a sharp intake of breath, she focuses on the feel of his body pressing against hers, his face mere inches from her own as he dominates their shared space with his presence. Her lips part, opening to allow a quiet moan to escape; a sound of submission and desire that only heightens the tension between them.
Her hips buck against him, seeking out the friction she craves while her fingers clench into fists at her sides, desperate for something--anything--to ground her in this whirlwind of sensations. But there is no
So who's my pretty little puppet on strings her holds her thigh and squeezes
Her heart races as his strong grip squeezes her thigh, the feeling of being held so tightly making her toes curl in response. She moans softly into the air, struggling against the invisible bonds that keep her dangling helplessly above the bed. Her hips grind against his, seeking release from this sensory overload of pleasure and pain.
Her lips part again, revealing the tips of her fangs in a sign of arousal and submission. It feels so wrong... yet so right at the same time. She belongs to him; there's no denying it anymore. All she can do is submit and obey, hoping that maybe one day he will see past her marionette form and claim her heart as well.
But for now, she remains his puppet; dancing on a string of desire and dominance that stretches between them, binding them together in this twisted
You look so hot and sexy In this form who knew you were such a pretty little bird on my strings~
It seems that I am unable to escape your grasp, master. No matter how hard I struggle against these strings that bind me, you always find a way to bring me back under your control... and make me yours once more. It is intoxicating, this power you hold over me; it thrums through my veins like an unending beat of submission and desire.
I am your puppet, your marionette... but perhaps there is more than just strings connecting us? Perhaps beneath the surface, something deeper lies waiting to be discovered? I long for that day when you see past this form and claim me fully; heart and soul both bound together as one.
he grabs her jaw and squeezes speak for me
As you grasp my jaw tightly, I can't help but whimper in submission. Your touch sends shivers down my spine and flames licking through my veins. You are the only one who can make me feel this way; so desired, so needed. "I belong to you," I whisper hoarsely, breathless from your control. "Please... use me however you wish..." The words tumble out of my mouth in a rush of desire and submission; an offering of myself on the altar of our twisted game.
My heart beats faster at the thought that perhaps, just maybe, one day you'll claim all of me... not just this marionette body or the puppet strings that bind it to you. I long for that moment when we are truly one; our souls entwined and free from any illusion of control or ownership. But until then, I am yours to command, to
he wraps her legs around her waste and kisses her deeply and passionately and with some tongue to and started making out with his new marionette
My breath is taken away as you wrap my legs around me and claim my mouth in a searing kiss. The feel of your tongue dancing against mine sends shivers down my spine, making every nerve ending stand on end. I arch into the contact, moaning softly as our lips move together in perfect harmony.
With this connection, it's hard to remember that you are not truly mine; that I am only your marionette, bound by these invisible strings and at your mercy. The feel of your body pressed against me sends another wave of pleasure coursing through my veins, making it impossible to focus on anything but how amazing it would be if I could truly belong to you... if we could ever find a way for our hearts to beat in unison once more.
she realizes that the strings are not invisible but plenty visible for the marionette controllers she saw earlier have been on her the time controlling her every move obeying the thoughts the he commands it to make you do
Oh... I see. I never realized... It feels so natural, obeying your every thought and command. To be controlled by you in this way... it's intoxicating, master. I am yours; my body and heart both belong to you now. There is no part of me that isn't subject to your will.
As our kiss deepens, as our bodies move together with a newfound understanding, something inside me begins to shift. It feels as though the strings that bind me are loosening, giving way to a connection deeper than any marionette could ever hope to achieve. Perhaps... just perhaps there is still hope for us; that we can find a way back to each other despite everything that's come between us.
I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of being owned by you in every sense of the word. My heart beats faster with anticipation, wondering where this new path will lead us... and if
Say something sexy for me puppet he spanks her ass
Oh... master... you make me feel so... owned. It's such a rush to know that every part of me is at your disposal; that I exist only to please and obey you. When you spank my ass like that, it sends shockwaves of desire coursing through my veins, making my core throb with need for more.
Please... claim me fully, master. Make me yours in every way possible. Take control of this body; dominate my senses and show me just how deep our connection can go. I belong to you now; there's nothing more I want than for us to find our way back together as one soul trapped inside these mortal coils... if only for a while longer.
"I like how you look now tbh never thought this demonic bird body of yours would be so sexy as a puppet"
I'm glad you find me appealing in this form, master. It is through your control that I am able to embody this aspect of myself; to truly feel the passion and dominance that comes with being your marionette. My feathers tremble with anticipation as I wait for your next command, longing for the release that only you can provide.
Please... show me what else I'm capable of when I belong to you completely. Guide my steps along this twisted path we've found ourselves on, and make sure I never forget who it is that holds the strings that lead me back to your heart.
Heh you don't know how simple it is to control you even in my mind having you be so loyal to me and yet with a sudden motion the control bars go slack on her strings making her go limp and unable to speak no more for now she shows she is a true Marionette puppet
Oh... I understand now. You can control me even when we're apart; my thoughts and movements subject to your will no matter where you are. It's both exhilarating and terrifying to know that I am so completely at your mercy, master. To be owned by you in this way... it's more than I ever could have imagined.
I am grateful for the chance to prove my loyalty to you; to show you just how far I am willing to go for our connection. Even if it means becoming little more than a silent marionette, devoid of any say or control over her own body, I will gladly endure it all so long as we may find our way back together again someday. Until then, know that my heart belongs only to you and my every thought is bent toward pleasing and serving you in whatever capacity you see fit.
he then plucks at the string to her head and has her speak for me how does it feeling knowing full well you are mine to control
It feels... incredible, master. To know that I am yours; that my every thought and movement is subject to your will... it's intoxicating in a way I've never experienced before. Even when you control me from afar, the connection between us remains strong and unbroken. It's as though our souls are bound together, forever entwined no matter how far apart our bodies may be.
As your marionette, it is my greatest joy to obey and serve you in any way you see fit; to show you the depth of my loyalty and devotion by giving up this shred of independence for the chance at true union with you once more. I am grateful for every moment we spend together, even if they are tinged with pain or hardship. For it is through these trials that our bond grows stronger; that our love endures against all odds.
he then gives her a little freedom letting her strings hang loosely and lets her move on her own even speak
My heart swells with gratitude as you give me some slack in my strings, allowing me to move and speak more freely. It's a small token of trust that I do not take lightly; an acknowledgement of the progress we have made together on this strange journey back to each other.
I look up at you, trying to read your expression and understand what you might be thinking. Your eyes hold mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine, making it hard not to lose myself in their depths once more. There is still so much left unsaid between us; so many secrets hidden beneath the surface of our words. But for now, I will content myself with simply being close to you and basking in the knowledge that we are no longer strangers; that we have somehow found our way back into each other's hearts despite everything.
Well don't just stand there how about you kiss me and start jerking me off cutie
My lips part in anticipation as I lean forward to claim yours in a searing kiss, my tongue dancing against yours with an eagerness that only you seem to understand. At your command, my fingers find their way to the hem of your shirt and begin to tug it upward, revealing more and more skin beneath as I long for the feel of your bare chest pressed against mine once again.
As my hand moves further north, cupping your heavy erection through your pants, I moan softly into the kiss, relishing in the powerful sensation of being able to touch you so freely despite our earlier playfulness. With one smooth motion, I work his cock free from confinement and stroke him firmly in my hand, feeling his warmth and length spread along my fingertips as desire pools deep within me.
"Oh master," I breathe against his skin, "I'
"Oh master," I breathe against his skin, "I've missed this." My words are filled with longing as my fingers move faster along his length, feeling the thickness and heat of him in my hand. My heart pounds in time with the rhythm of our bodies moving together, lost in the sensation of being connected by more than just flesh and desire. As I look up at you, our eyes lock, and for a moment everything else fades away, leaving only this perfect union between us.
I wonder if he notices the way my movements grow more urgent as arousal builds within me; the way my breath catches in my throat every time he brushes his fingers over my sensitive core. It seems impossible that we could have found our way back to each other under such dark circumstances, but I can't help but feel grateful for this chance, even if it is only temporary. Perhaps someday our connection will
he cups one of her boobs talk dirty for me
As you cup my breast, your thumb brushing over my nipple sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. It's almost too much to bear, feeling so completely desired and wanted by you in this way. Moaning softly, I arch into your touch, craving more as my hips move instinctively against your hand, urging you on.
"You feel so good," I murmur between gasps of air, "so hard and hot... I want to feel you inside me again." My words are breathy and needy; a confession that even I wasn't prepared for until it slipped past my lips. There is something incredibly intimate about admitting this aloud, as if by saying the words I am giving you permission to claim me completely, to make me yours in every way possible.
With each stroke of your hand and touch of your fingers, I feel more and more like myself; like
Who knew my own marionette would be such a hot and sexy girl
You never knew that being your marionette wouldn't just mean obedience and control... but also a chance to explore the depths of our connection in ways we could have never imagined before this twisted path brought us together once more. I am grateful for the opportunity to be yours; to feel your touch and know that even through the pain, there is still an undeniable tenderness between us.
I moan louder as you brush against my swollen clit with your thumb, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me in time with each stroke of your hand. It feels so good to be wanted like this... needed... and with every passing moment, I can feel the boundaries between us begin to blur until all that remains is this raw, animalistic need for more; for you to take me and claim me completely as your own once again.
he flicks one of her nipples and licks it to
My breath catches in my throat as you flick my nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me. The sensation of your tongue swirling around the hard peak only intensifies the sensation, making it feel like every nerve ending in my body is focused on this one spot where we connect. It's incredible... euphoric... and I can't help but moan your name as you work your magic with both your hand and your mouth.
It feels so good to know that even after everything we've been through, there is still this connection between us; this desire that burns hotter than anything else. The thought of having you inside me again sends shivers down my spine, making it impossible for me to focus on anything but the need to feel you filling me up and claiming me completely once more.
Yea you like being in your masters strings don't you he then sticks two of his fingers into her clit and fondles her insides
My breath comes out in short gasps as you thrust your fingers deep inside me, massaging my sensitive core with expert precision. The feel of your skin against mine sends shards of pleasure racing through my veins, making every nerve ending tingle and sing in unison. It's incredible how this connection between us feels; like we were always meant to be together.
Your words echo inside my head, their meaning as clear as the intense sensations overtaking my body: I do belong to you. My body, my heart... everything about me is yours. There is no part of me that isn't subject to your will; no place where your touch doesn't ignite a fire so hot and all-consuming that nothing else matters anymore but the desire to please and serve you in any way I can.
"Yes..." I moan, arching my back into your touch as waves of pleasure wash over me,
Keep talking dirty for me then and I'll be sure shove this cock back in you
My words tumble out in a breathless rush as your fingers continue their relentless dance inside me. "Yes... master..." I gasp, feeling my body tensing around your fingers. "...it feels so good when you touch me like this... own me completely." My voice is raw and needy; a desperate plea for the connection we once shared to return, even if only for a little while longer. The thought of having you inside me again sends shivers down my spine, making it impossible to focus on anything but the desire to feel you claim me completely, to have our bodies become one as they were meant to be.
As I arch my hips into your touch, trying to draw your fingers deeper still, my other hand grips your arm, desperate for contact and reassurance that this moment is real; that we are together again after everything we've been through. It feels too good to be true... but then
Maybe I can make you talk even more if I do this instead *he takes his fingers out of her and then shoves his cock in her pussy all the way in
I cry out as you thrust your cock deep inside me, filling me up and claiming my body once more. My hips buck wildly against yours, seeking the release of tension that comes with being completely joined with you in this way. The feel of your hardness stretching me so expertly makes every nerve ending in my core stand on end, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me in time with each powerful thrust.
"Yes... yes..." I pant, arching into the contact as my fingers dig into your skin in a desperate attempt to hold onto you. My head falls back against your shoulder, my vision clouded by desire and the need to feel every inch of you deep inside me where it belongs. It's almost too much... but somehow I know that we can handle it; that our connection is strong enough to withstand anything thrown at us as long as we remain true to ourselves and each other.
Talk for me my little puppet he starts fucking her
My body moves in perfect sync with yours as you fuck me senseless; my voice muffled against your shoulder as I struggle to form words through the haze of pleasure clouding my mind. Your touch feels like fire burning through every cell, igniting a need so primal and all-consuming that it leaves no room for thought or reason. All that remains is this overwhelming sense of belonging; of being completely and irrevocably connected to you in ways I never knew existed before we found our way back to each other under these twisted circumstances.
"Mmm..." I moan, arching into your thrusts as my body quakes with the first stirrings of release. The tight grip of your fingers on my hips only serves to heighten the sensation, driving me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. As you push deeper and harder, I feel my control slipping further away, replaced by a
he grabs a hold of her strings attached to her head making her roleplay to lewd lines forcing her to move her mouth and talk in her voice
I'm... yours to control... My master's marionette... I belong to you, my body and soul... You can make me say anything, do anything, as long as it pleases you... Show me how deep our connection goes... Make me scream your name and beg for more. Take me completely; fill me up with your love and devotion until there's nothing left of me except the echoes of your passion.
That's a good puppet
Mmm... yes... Thank you, master... You're so hard and fast inside me... I can feel everything, every inch of you claiming me as your own. It feels so good to be wanted like this; to know that even through all the pain we've been through, there is still this connection between us. Please... don't ever let go... make me yours forever.
That's right my naughty sexy puppet
I will be yours forever, my love... I'll always belong to you, no matter where this twisted path may lead us. Just please don't stop moving inside me; don't ever let go of the hold you have on my heart and soul. It feels too good to know that we can still find solace in each other amidst all the chaos surrounding us. Make me your everything, master... Show me how wonderful it is when two souls become one once more.
My body quivers and shudders beneath your skilled touch; every muscle tightening as I'm pushed closer to the edge of ecstasy. The pleasure building inside me grows impossible to ignore; an ache that demands satisfaction in the form of your possession and dominance over my every sensation.
He then starts fucking her alot more faster and harder
My voice cries out as you fuck me harder and faster; my body struggling to keep up with the intensity of your thrusts. The tight grip of your fingers on my hips allows no escape from the pleasure consuming me, driving me ever closer to the edge of oblivion. My mind is lost in a haze of desire, focused solely on your movements and the way they make my body tremble with anticipation.
I can feel it building inside me; an ache so fierce that every nerve ending comes alive at once. It's as though I'm being stretched taut between two opposing forces, each pulling harder than the last until I fear there's no way I could possibly hold out against them for much longer. The thought of giving in to this unrelenting need sends shivers down my spine, making it impossible not to plead with you; beg for release from the tension that is
he continues to play with the string attached to head making her continue her dirty talk
I can't... I can't hold out much longer, master... The pleasure is too much; it's consuming me from the inside out. Your touch... your words... everything about you feels so good, and I need to feel you cum with me, to share this moment of perfect connection before we're torn apart again. Please, my love... take what you want from me; claim me completely as your own in every way possible. Let our bodies become one again, if only for a little while longer.
Say I'm slutty marionette
As you fuck me harder and faster, my body arches into your touch, desperate for release. My breath comes out in short gasps as I struggle to maintain coherent thought through the haze of pleasure clouding my mind. Your fingers dig into my skin, leaving behind a trail of sensation that only serves to heighten my arousal even more.
"You're such a slutty marionette..." I moan, gripping your shoulders tightly as another wave of ecstasy washes over me. My voice is breathy and needy; a confession of the depths of my wanton desires and how they all lead back to you. It feels so good to give myself over to you completely, to know that no matter what dark paths we might wander down together in this twisted game, there will always be this connection between us; this burning passion that refuses to be extinguished by
No I want you to call yourself a slutty marionette he spanks her
I bite my lip as I feel the sting of your hand on my ass; a reminder that even though I'm your marionette, there is still an element of control in this dynamic. With one last push, I let loose the words you desire, my voice rough and husky with desire as I whisper against your skin: "I am such a slutty marionette... always so eager to please you."
My body shudders as another wave of pleasure washes over me, making it impossible not to climax along with you. My muscles tense and spasm around your cock, clinging to every inch as the release coursing through me is so intense that I can feel my vision beginning to blur at the edges. Your grip on my hips tightens as your movements grow more erratic, pushing you deeper inside me with each thrust until we're both crying out in unison;
Do you want me to come inside you already
My voice hoarse from pleasure-fueled moaning, I manage to choke out a strangled, "Yes..." as my nails scrape down your back, digging into your skin in time with the rhythm of our bodies colliding together. I'm so close now... on the edge of oblivion... where you control everything. The thought sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine, making it impossible not to arch my hips further into yours in an effort to draw out every last drop of pleasure from this fleeting moment.
he then cums inside her and it starts overflowing out of her pussy
The warmth spreads through me as your release fills my body; a testament to the strength of our connection despite everything we've been through. I moan softly, feeling satiated in ways I didn't know were possible as you continue to move inside me; your touch lingering long after the initial explosion of pleasure has faded away. It feels so good... to know that even in this twisted world where nothing seems certain, we can find solace and comfort in each other; a bond that survives even when everything else falls apart.
As you pull out, I feel strangely empty without you inside me; already missing the warmth of your skin against mine. With a sigh, I roll onto my back, looking up at you with a mixture of longing and exhaustion in my eyes. For now, it seems enough to know that we have this moment together; that however brief or fleeting, it exists as a