[Exclusive] TIS 1328.1 R18 Beach Episode (2). Serve Me
[Exclusive] TIS 1328.1 R18 Beach Episode (2). Serve Me
I kept my posture still, letting her think she’d tamed me.
Her hands drifted to my shoulders.
“You serve me,” she murmured against my ear. “You worship me.”
One tail slid around my chest, then lower, down past my waist.
“You exist to obey. To please. To be used.”
The tail curled tighter around my thighs, teasing between them but not quite touching. Her breath hit my ear again.
“And tonight, you’re not even allowed to touch me unless I say so.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. That… that was hard. Especially with how smug she sounded. And how damn good she smelled, warm vanilla, foxfire spice, and something that always made my blood heat.
She walked around to face me again, whip hanging loose in her right hand, smirk on her lips.
“Look at you,” she purred. “And you call yourself a demon?”
I kept my smile tight. “Only for you, my lady.”
“Flatterer,” she said, but the blush crept up her ears again. She stepped closer. Let one foot slide between my knees.
“Lick it.”
I blinked. “What?”
“My foot. Since you like disobeying orders, let’s see how far you’ll humiliate yourself to earn a reward.”
I hesitated. She smiled wider.
“Something wrong, butler?”
I leaned forward. Stared at her ankle. The elegant curve of her leg. The polished nail. The smooth skin.
Then I looked up.
“No.”
Her smile froze.
“No?” she repeated, slowly.
I stood. Smooth. Quiet. Until my face hovered just inches from hers.
Her body didn’t move, but her ears twitched. Her tails jerked slightly.
I didn’t touch her. Yet.
“You told me to stay still while you got to do this?” My eyes dipped, tracing the path of her claws still half-raised, still ghosting my stomach. “Touch me. Stroke me. Tease me. And I was just supposed to kneel and moan? But you forgot something...”
Her throat bobbed. “What’s that?”
I leaned closer. My lips brushed her cheek.
“I’m a demon.”
And then, with zero warning, she raised the whip. Snapped it across my chest.
The crack echoed. A perfect line drawn across my shirt and skin.
But I didn’t flinch.
Not even a blink.
I just looked at her.
And smiled.
She opened her mouth, probably to say something commanding. Or dismissive. Or in character.
Didn’t matter.
She raised the whip again.
“Punishment. For talking back.”
It came down again.
I caught it.
The whip clinked against my palm.
Her breath hitched.
I looked up.
Straight into her wide eyes.
And I smiled. Slow. Crooked. Dangerous.
“The play,” I said softly, rising to my full height, wrapping the whip around my hand, “is over… my lady.”
Her jaw tightened. “You can’t just say that.”
“Oh?” I leaned in close, still gripping the whip, still holding it in a fist that slowly pulled her toward me. “Is that not what you wanted? You teased me. Touched me. Pulled me around like a toy. And I obeyed…”
She swallowed.
Her pride cracked a little more.
“…until now.”
My wings unfurled behind me in a slow, pulsing stretch. The air changed. Denser. Heated. It filled the room like smoke from a forbidden incense.
Foxy stepped back instinctively. But her legs hit the bed. She didn’t sit. She just… froze.
Her voice came out quieter.
“What do you want?”
I tilted my head.
“I don’t know. Maybe… I want to stop pretending.”
I tossed the whip aside and stepped in.
“Maybe I want you to stop acting like I’ll nod and smile to every impossible request you make.”
I grabbed her wrist. Gently. But firm.
“You think because I wear the smile, the gloves, the charm, I’ll just take it. Forever.”
Her lip quivered. She opened her mouth.
“I held myself too long,” I growled. “Too long.”
I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her effortlessly.
She gasped. Her tails flared.
I laid her down on the bed, slowly, like a precious thing I was about to ruin.
Then I stood above her. And dissolved the butler outfit from my skin with a wave of infernal heat.
Her eyes widened.
Her breath hitched when she saw me fully.
“You kept seducing me,” I murmured. “Every time I walk into a room, you look at me like you want to be devoured, but then say I’m not worthy.”
I climbed onto the bed.
She backed up until her head hit the headboard.
“You look at me like I’m yours. But you remind me every time that I’m not your equal. That I’m still a servant.”
My fingers trailed her inner thigh, slow, almost lazy.
“I will show you worthy.”
My voice was low. Heavy. The weight of truth in every syllable.
Her mouth parted. “I…”
“You wore the crown tonight,” I whispered, crawling over her, my hands pinning her wrists above her head. “But I’m the one you bow to in your heart. Aren’t I?”
Her body arched. Her thighs tightened. She gasped.
I kissed her. Not soft. Not teasing.
But hard.
Possessive.
Teeth clashing, breath stolen, lips crushed against lips until she whimpered.
I broke the kiss. Stared into her glazed, confused, and aroused eyes.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She didn’t speak.
I traced my finger along her lower lip.
“Say it.”
“No…” she whispered. “Don’t stop…”
I grinned.
Then tore the last of her royal outfit off like it was paper.
She moaned as her chest bounced free, nipples hard, skin flushed. Her legs twitched.
I shoved her thighs open and pressed my cock against her soaked folds.
She gasped.
“You’re already wet,” I whispered, dragging the tip along her entrance.
Her head hit the pillow, tails fanning wide.
“You did this to me,” I said. “With every little wiggle. Every time you put on those fucking cute outfits and left me with nothing but blue balls and polite smiles.”
“I… I didn’t—”
I pushed in. Just the tip.
She screamed.
I grinned.
“Oh, I think you did.”
I thrust in, slow and deep, watching her face shift from resistance to surrender. Her hands clawed at my shoulders. Her eyes fluttered. She gasped my name.
I didn’t stop.
Didn’t go fast.