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A Wizards Screwup. <Angelicxdream+Draith>

Lothaenorixus gasped as she devoured him with her insatiable mouth, cleaning up not one but two cocks, he felt the sensation of his saliva slick cock being pumped by her delicate fingers as she worked on his other member. He had never met a woman, human, demon or otherwise so dedicated in their oral pursuits, he was no longer sure if it was his cock that she yearned for or his cum, in the end did it really matter? No, of course not. His hand used her hair as a leash, manipulating her into deepthroating him for longer durations when he wished, he was not abusing of his power however and allowed her some rest time between his forceful actions. His legs parted as she wished, of course he would comply with such things, she was selflessly giving him pleasure without reward, well there was a reward at the end of it all, whether that was the meal she hungered for or the cum that she equally craved.

Pulling Audrey back as she started to suck on the first member she had cleaned, pulling her away from it, he tilted her head back so she was looking to him without having to roll her eyes up "What dinner did you want, and did you want to eat it now or have you decided on a liquid protein snack?" As much as he enjoyed the blowjob, he really only wanted her to clean him, any further was a bonus. "You should eat soon, there is much we must do before dawn, including sleep." he had plans for the two of them, short term plans however.
 
Even if Lothie wouldn't admit it to her, she knew that he cared about her. This was proof of that. He was insisting that she eat, and sleep. She would only sleep with him. She didn't want to sleep alone, as tired as she was. She nodded, "Eating please." She left his cocks alone for now. Her assault would continue later. She snuggled herself around his body, pressing her tight, little body close to him, her lips finding his neck, and leaving soft, light marks. She was satisfied, hugging him close, and staying in his arms. He was so warm. While he conjured up some food she wanted, she began to play with his cocks again. If he did get stay hard, well.. that was a bonus. She hadn't called him Master in a while because she felt more closer to him than ever. She told him that she wanted to eat some pasta for dinner. And that, she wanted to sleep in a comfortable bed with him curled up next to her. She had become very fond of him, that much was obvious.

She was curious. "What will be doing after?" She wondered of his plans. She kissed him passionately, gripping him close to her, grinding her body against his, breathing out happily. She was so happy, feeling his cocks grind back against her body, groaning. Fuck. He was so big, and so fucking ready to be plunged again into her wet depths. She tangled her fingers in his hair, nibbling on his lower lip. "Lothie.." She breathed out, feeling him rub up against her, moaning out his name. She wondered when she would get tired of fucking him. She seemed like she was starved for actual food but also for his cum.
 
Lothaenorixus nodded as she spoke of wanting Pasta, whatever pasta was. His knowledge of lack of knowledge of food was important, conjuring up a meal much as he did the previous time. It was a little distracting having her constantly groping at his cocks, the spell taking a second longer to complete than the previous time around. He was aroused from having had both his cocks given the royal treatment with her lips and tongue, neither of which had been brought to complete pleasure. He had denied himself, denied Audrey the chance when he had given her the options. Audrey needed to replenish her strength before they could continue on, as much as he would have loved to have her on her knees worshipping his twin members he had plans that should be implemented first.

Listening to Audrey as she asked about what they would be doing afterwards. "Eating first, and then, we pillage the village, there should be clothing fit for you amongst the deads possession. Then, my pet, we are setting out for the tower." He planned on returning to the tower, but only briefly. There were maps and books detailing other kingdoms, ones that were not just small towns but fortresses, kingdoms, castles. The thing to figure out was just what way was Lothaenorixus going to take over these places and what would he do when he had them as his own. "So eat quickly."
 
Party pooper. He took away playtime temporarily. Like any stubborn infant, Audrey didn't like when she didn't get to play as much as she would have liked. Still, she was starving. Sitting underneath a tree, she was excited when a plate of food appeared in her lap, as she ate. She had been barely been listening to what his plans were because a] she thought by ignoring him, or tuning him out, she would get to play some more and b] she was starving. In the middle of eating, she reached over to sit on Lothie's lap, it was so warm, so comfortable even though his slick cocks, slick from her saliva, was sticking to the sides of her thighs, bare from when they had played around before. Trying to keep her eyes away from his engorged cocks until she finished eating, and then afterwards, she leaned up and tugged on his neck, "Is it playtime yet?" She would ask, her lips already touching his mouth, trying to coax him to edit his agenda so it made time for what she wanted to do. Indirectly, it would be something he wanted to do too, she reminded him.

Everytime he conjured up a meal that a normal person could eat, she had to push away the plate, a good portion of the food laid untouched. She was a small person, and she couldn't eat like a normal person. She was a happy baby now. She cluctched him close, happily sighing into his ear. She was full, and entergetic, bouncing on his lap. "Lothieee..." She licked his ear, the energy was bound to wear off since unlike him, she needed to rest. And whether it would be soon or later, she needed to retreat to hopefully a nice warm bed, or to use Lothie as her personal bed. She'd probably fall asleep before he finished destroying another village.
 
Lothaenorixus watched as Audrey moved over to under the shade of a tree to eat before returning half way through to his lap. She was acting like quite the spoilt brat now that he had refused her playtime as she put it. For a while he allowed her to do as she liked, kissing him and pressing her almost naked body against his own. It was about time that he reinforced just what their relationship was, that of a Master and a Slave no matter how he may enjoy her company and grow attached, that was their relationship. Reaching to the bedsheet with one hand, clutching to it tightly as he looked to Audrey as she begged for him to relent and give in to more mindless sex. "I have made my decision, persist and I shall punish you for being a disobedient slave."

No sooner had he stopped talking he pushed Audrey from his lap, pushing her to the side, his grasp on the bedsheet remaining tight. He planned on stripping her of the bedsheet and having her continue their journey naked. Luckily for Audrey it was not much of a trip. He had spotted a tailor shop nearby whilst Audrey had been eating. His first order of business was to get her clothing and then find a place to rest. Audrey definately needed regular sleep, she was already displaying signs of it by acting up as she was, he did not sleep however every few days he still needed to recharge his batteries, a brief period of inactivity that was somewhere between meditation and sleep. "We are going now." Slowly pushing himself to his feet, waiting for Audrey to do so too before he moved away from her.
 
Audrey pouted, first-- she didn't get her way. Second, now he was becoming more colder and distant, when she was becoming accustomed to being held and feeling heat radiate from his body from arousal. Yelping, she fell off his lap, he had rudely pushed her off. So, instead of yelling at him, which would have been a very bad thing to do as she was still intimidated by his presence, she remained silent. Silently brooding. She watched as he stood up, expecting her to. She picked herself up, and did nothing else, except respond to whatever he wanted her to do. Now, she wasn't in the mood for playtime. She resented him at the moment. Seeing the tailor's store, she pushed it open with her small hands, and walked inside, knowing that he was beside her. She had retreated ahead, ahead of him because she was curious. She thought all the townspeople had died. She didn't talk to the tailor, she didn't know what kind of dress he wanted her to wear for him.

So, she shrank back from his body. She watched as he entered, and told the tailor something she couldn't hear. She didn't know if she was allowed to listen in on their conversation. Probably not. Sitting on the chair, grimacing as the tailor looked at her with surprise, clad in only a bedsheet which soon came off at Lothie's request. She still called him that because it made her feel more close to him. She didn't want to admit she wanted to be closer to him when he was acting this cold, but she still did. Reluctantly. And only in her own head, she reminded herself. Pouting, she sank back on the leather chair, curling up, ready to fall asleep. But, she didn't close her eyes, she wasn't allowed to sleep yet.
 
He had no choice in the matter as to distancing himself and becoming cold to Audrey, she was in a sort of cocklust, willfully sucking or fucking him in broad daylight out in the middle of the road. Sure he had all but killed most of the population but still, the Audrey he had first taken would have thought such things as crude and against her moral code, much as sex with a demon would have also rated highly on her not to do list. He was glad that she did not resort to yelling at him, it would have warranted punishment of a harsh nature. Having her hate him for now was a better option in the long run. Clearly she was not thinking straight as her sense of modesty was rather warped.

Taking her to the tailors, he was not too surprised to see that a tailor remained unharmed from his rampages, puffing his chest out, he made himself more impressive as if to remind the woman that he was the one in charge and that there was to be no questioning of his commands. Noticing how Audrey hid from view behind him as if he were to protect her from the man "Remove that dirty sheet, you will present yourself to this woman and be measured." Looking towards the seamstress "You will take her measurements and find as many clothes that fit her as possible, they are to show as much skin as possible, short dresses, hefty cleavage, corsets for support. Do not worry about underwear, my slave does not have need of such troublesome things."

Turning back towards Audrey as she sat upon the chair, naked. "You will try on everything and model it for me, be glad that I am treating you so kindly, allowing you to wear clothes. You should be praising my name for allowing you to wear that bed sheet around in public for so long as you have."
 
Audrey only called him Lothie when she was happy, and at the moment, she wasn't. She wasn't surprised when he had demanded the tailor to produce such... skimpy clothing for her to wear. Stepping in front of master, she pried off the bedsheet that was now warm and smelled of her scent, and let it fall to the ground, a pale pink blush staining her cheeks. She watched as the tailor lead her to the chair, to stand up in, so that he could take her measurements. Pretending master wasn't watching her every movement from his cushioned seat, she breathed slowly, and felt the cool measurement tape against her porcelain skin. Tilting her head back, she could see that the tailor was blushing too. And, she was glad that her rear was facing Lothie because she wouldn't be able to see his face. She didn't really hate him anymore, she was much more distracted with the tailor and for once, she wasn't in the mood for playing, nor did she want him to ask. She didn't hate him, but she wasn't fawning over him and clinging to him like before. After he was done taking measurements, she sat down on the chair he had her standing on, and watched as he pulled out a clothing rack, filled with things that she wouldn't have worn a few days ago.

Oh and his ego thing was getting old. With a pout, she began to try on, in front of Lothie and the tailor, a blue dress shirt with a plaid short skirt for him. She came up to master and turned around, for him, and after he gave a careful inspection, she went onto try a forest green short dress that was way too tight around her chest area for her comfort. She could breathe okay, it was just a matter of showing everything to him, not that he hadn't seen it before, but she felt awkward walking around in clothes all day, usually when they had sex, it was in a darkly lit room or something. And the underwear thing, she wanted underwear but she doubted she could change his mind. This meant that the tailor and everyone else could see her pink slit, she wondered if he remembered that when ordering her clothes for her. In her mind, it was Audrey - 1 and Lothie - 0.
 
Staying to one side, Lothaenorixus watched as Audrey tried clothes on, he took note of the way that the clothes looked upon her from his seated position. It was going to take quite a while for Audrey to try everything on and model it off for him. He was well aware that she was tired and that would make her more irritable and cranky. In otherwords, more susceptable and prone to random outbursts and acts to contridict her place as his slave, his toy. Sure she might think herself his lover but that was a not her only role.

"Stop." he spoke up as she modelled the dress for him. "Come, lay down on the couch and get some rest, the tailor and I are going to have a little talk. You can model the clothing off for me after you've slept. You can give me your opinions about the clothes too, just dont expect me to take every negative comment about them and fix it for you. If your comments are valid and I agree then things may change." Standing up, he stood off the cushioned couch and headed over towards the tailor "You are going to help with some things, now!" he had many things to discuss, modifications to certain pieces of clothing, specific types of clothes. It was going to be a long and boring conversation, that was why it was the perfect time for Audrey to sleep.
 
Audrey knew that in some part of him, that he cared about her more than just a slave. Before she let him talk to the tailor, who seemed a bit intimidated by him, she called out, "Sleep with me." She had tugged on his arm, pulling him to the couch, so she could lay her head on his chest, snuggling into his body, and fell asleep right away. She was so tired, in a rumpled blue dress shirt and a plaid short skirt. With heat radiating from her demon, she fell asleep in the warm room. She wouldn't wake up until several hours later, unknowing if Lothie had moved or if he had just returned to the previous position where she had clutched his arm, her grip became loose, and snuggled closer to his body. She just wanted affection, she didn't think there was anything wrong with that.

She wanted him, more than just a master. She knew he probably had an inkling of an idea of what she wanted, so she didn't have to vocalize it with words. She was afraid of getting rejected, and being demoted to something worse than a slave. But on the other hand, he was never that harsh with her. Most of the time, she was just confused. She just wanted some company and he was great company. She didn't mind doing things she didn't want to do, but things he wanted her to do. She liked having him there, beside her.
 
Lothaenorixus was a little surprised and bemused by her sudden defiance and decision that she were the boss. Following along with her, he laid down on the couch and let her sleep atop of him. His larger body capable of holding her small frame easily. Subtly he waved the tailor over towards him before gesturing for pen and paper so that he could write some detailed notes for the tailor to follow.

The notes were that the clothing was to be in no means lady like, even if he did grant her something nice like a ball gown it was to be modified to accentuate her cleavage and show far more skin than socially acceptable. The main idea behind the changes was to separate her from the crowd. In such revealing clothing she could be identified in seconds, not to mention she would have everyone's attention too.

Resting a hand on her back, stroking her softly as she slumbered. He cared for her, cared enough to make her happy even with nothing to gain for himself. His crotch was smooth, the members hidden inside his pouch. There was no need for them to be exposed at this point. Audrey was to sleep well tonight, she had enough playtime for the day.

His thoughts drifted towards the future, beyond tomorrow when some of the clothing could be ready, and beyond the end of the week when they would no doubt be on the move. His thoughts settled upon the metropolis cities in the distance, a place they could have alot of fun at, and if she wanted to settle down, perhaps even conquer. Taking his place as King, perhaps as a token gesture offering the Queenship to Audrey. It would give her an outlet to exert command over others.
 
Audrey cooed like a baby in her sleep, her fingers curled up around his waist, breathing softly in her sleep. She fell asleep to the sound of their hearts beating, wondering if he was sleeping or merely watching her doze off. Waking up a sound nine hours later, she yawned, and seeing that he had rested, she quietly, careful not to disturb him, got out of the sofa, and walked around, her bare feet cold against the colder tiles of the floor. Perched on the seat in front of the counter, she watched as the tailor began to work, it looked like he hadn't rested much, probably due to Lothie's demands. Her dark hair was messy, flowing down to her neck, curling at the ends, seeing a rack of clothes, sheathed in plastic covering, and wondering if that was for her or if it was for someone else. She hadn't seen him give the tailor the note, she had fallen asleep pretty quickly and into a deep sleep. Deciding that she was cold again, she went back to snuggle into Lothie's arms, making a cradle just enough for her body to mold into.

She didn't know if he was fully asleep or not, or if he was just resting, not really sleeping. She didn't know that much about his sleeping habits. Tucking her chin against his shoulders, she was protective of him, hugging him close, bringing her lips to his ear. He was probably a cranky demon in the mornings so she didn't whisper into his ear, or talk to him. The dark eye circles had dissappeared on her face, due to the sleep she had gotten, watching and listening to the sounds of the sewing machine, the clothing hangers bang against the metal rack, as the tailor worked, the clothes always partially concealed from her eyes. If he had brought it up, she knew she would want to settle, preferring the comfort of a soft mattress underneath her hands vs. resting on a couch.
 
Lothaenorixus had been quite busy with his lengthy and quite detailed design changes with the tailor, it was made quite frustrating that he could not get physical when the plans were not met to his specifications initially because Audrey was sleeping atop of him, curled up under his arm. He had been awake most of the time, softly stroking her back, amused endlessly with the whimpers and moans she emitted during her sleep because of his touch. The last two hours however he had decided that it was time for he himself to recover his energy. As a demonic entity of considerable power he did not require nightly sleep, infact much like his Angelic Rivals, he needed only two hours meditative rest for weeks at a time.

It was sometime after an hour and a half that Audrey had woken up, perhaps due to his constant caressing touch having ceased or possibly because the sun had risen far enough that the rays streamed through the windows nearby. Lothaenorixus was always a cranky demon, no matter the time of day. Audrey had seen some of his fouler moods when he was a little more restrained but she alone was blessed with seeing the nicer side too. It was a side that had long been unheard of in his persona, she was possibly the cause of it and if so the world would be doomed if she parted ways with him if he decided that he enjoyed this new aspect.

The tailor had indeed been busy, instructed not to stop working until everything was completed, or until fingers bled. Yes, Lothaenorixus would indeed work the poor human to death if required. It was not just one outfit he was giving Audrey, it was much much more than that. Lothie as she affectionately called him had plans of settling down in one place, a place he could call his own, thus there was no longer a need for them to travel light. Besides, he was well aware that the skimpy outfits would often be used once before being ruined as his lust would cloud his mind and the fabric torn and strewn on the floor below.

He did not move as Audrey climbed back atop of him and curled back up to keep herself warm, his meditative state was not like sleeping, he breathed and his heart pumped blood and that was about it, his muscles did not move otherwise. It was these two hours every month that a demon was at their weakest. Unable to defend from attacks, demons throughout history no matter how strong or weak they were had been silenced easily by striking at their time of slumber. It was why in their evolution that they had prolonged their waking hours, minimising the number of chances their demise could occur.
 
Audrey opened her eyes as the sunlight streamed through the open window. She reached out to run her fingers down his body when he was resting, holding him close. She felt bad for the poor tailor, so bad that she told him to rest, and that she'd take the blame, should Lothie get angry. She wouldn't want to be worked to the bone like he was, and that the tailor should take a nice nap. She didn't know how he would react, but at least, it would be a while because he was sleeping, or what it seemed like sleeping to her. Getting off of him, wondering if he would notice the sudden weight change, she hopped onto a stool, and saw the clothes, sheathed in transparent covering. The tailor had finally rested, in a small cot, in a room somewhere, so she was free to look at the clothes if she so wished. She know he wouldn't be happy, but it would only be a little while. She hoped he wouldn't be too mad. Going over to reassure herself, it was okay, she snuggled with him, breathing in his scent. She couldn't place it, it was so dark, and bitter, not sweet at all. But, it always intoxicated her.

She had realized that her sleep had been not so restful because he had taunted her with lovers caresses, making her moan for him, only for him. She pressed against him, and decided that she was hungry. She would be back before he woke up, she was sure of it. Just in case... she didn't want him to wake up and kill the tailor, so she scribbled out a little note on some scrap paper she found in the tailor's desk. She placed it on the counter, the first place he would look, and it said that she went out for a while but she would be back and not to worry, and that the tailor should rest, and to not be mad at him, she had told him to rest, she would take the blame. "I love you.", it wrote at the end, taking one hanger off the clothing rack, and began to dress for her outing. She didn't see what it was, and hoped it wasn't too cold outside, heading out for breakfast. There weren't many people in town, shivering, and rubbing her bare arms, her feet paddling on the ground, and headed into a small diner to eat.
 
Lothaenorixus had not moved during Audrey's movements. The tailor had made quite some protest despite his longing for sleep. He rightly feared for his safety and well being for disregarding the strict orders given to him by the murderous demon lord. The population had been devastated by the murderous rampage and massacre last night, those few that had survived had begun packing their things if they thought they could take them and had either already left during the night for another town or were about to. The town was a ghost town, an empty shell. The shops were empty of people, the doors mostly unlocked and stocked up with wares. The tailor had been unlucky that the pair had come to his shop before the morning, had they come later he might have already escaped the town and aware from its hellborn destroyer.

The clothing was all incredibly short, greatly revealing and by no means any protection from the elements. There was a good reason for it being made as if it were permanently summer. Lothaenorixus was a great source of warmth and heat. As a demon his body temperature far exceeded the human body. Given that Audrey clung to him so often it was safe to assume that she would either shed her clothing from exposure or suffer heatstroke. One only has to remember that Audrey had been taken from the tower back to her home town in nothing not even a bedsheet, she had shivered only slightly at the cold but it was quite cold outside so it was no surprise. No matter what Audrey chose it would be revealing and totally inappropriate for the weather outside.

With the town all but abandoned, those few that had survived both Lothaenorixus' initial murderous rampage and then his massacre of the riot having fled there was little danger of human interaction which would probably be good for Audrey as no good would come of her wearing such clothing in public, other women would scorn her and label her particularly nasty things and men would see her as all those things women would label her and seek to get some tail. The diner was empty, a few people had used it earlier in the morning, or late at night. Any chance of a hot meal was going to be at Audrey's own doing and take quite some time to make for the most part. Luckily however the Diner was well stocked with both ingredients and utensils.

Lothaenorixus had less than 20 minutes before he awoke from his meditative state. In less than twenty minutes something was going to be broken, smashed or slaughtered. It did not matter that Audrey had taken the blame or that she said those three little words that apparently meant something to other human beings. She was no longer with him, she had taken clothing that was meant to be a gift to her and he wanted to see her in it before others, something even with such an abandoned town was going to be rendered impossible now and to top it all off, they were going to have to wait quite some time for the tailor to finish sleeping before the rest of the clothing could be ready. He would be unhappy to say the least and would be quite a handful. It was perhaps quite lucky that Audrey had the sexual appetite of a succubus and in some shape or form even Lothaenorixus loved Audrey, as capabale as any demon could learn to love anything but themselves.
 
Audrey thought he would know that she would return quickly enough, and hoped for the best, despite his short temper. And besides, if the tailor rested, then he would be able to make clothing quicker. That was her rationale, he was just human like she was. She didn't think Lothie knew that. Stepping into an abandoned diner, she pouted when she found it was empty. It looked like she would be in here longer than she had thought. Praying he would be in a deep sleep when she came back, she began to rummage pots and pans to make some pancakes. She had learned to cook in her small home before she was taken away by Lothie. The clothing she was wearing was so impractical, and not to mention, she was so grateful that the diner had heating because she had been freezing outside. You could hear the sounds of batter hitting the pan, sizzling, while she began to take out maple syrup, and fruit. She tried not to be gone for long but she didn't exactly have a watch, she hoped for the tailor's safety, especially when he wasn't doing anything to hurt either of them.

It would be another twenty minutes for the pancakes to finish cooking. It would be an additional fifteen for her to finish eating, and for her to come back to the tailor shop. This time, she had found an abandoned coat at the diner, and at least it was something warm. She had shed that coat for Lothie's arms the minute she set foot in the shop, cradling herself close to his warmth, breathing in his scent, curling her arms around his body, she kissed his face, her body crying out from lack of attention, her fingers wrapped around his neck, kissing everywhere she could find, and looked up at him, her cheeks flushed from the cold, her damp hair trailing down her neck. She was almost afraid at how angry he would be when she had ventured out in the cold, but she had left him the note, she had done the responsible thing.

"Lothie, are you mad at me?"

She snuggled close to his body, at least he wasn't rejecting her presence yet. That was a good sign. She leaned up to kiss him passionately, her fingers gently caressing his face, breathing into his ear. She was just trying to get warm right now, it was so cold outside, and he was so warm. Sunlight had streamed through the window, with her new clothing displayed for him, watching as he watched her, and hugged her close, he could feel her shivering, but soon that disappeared into warmth that spread to all over her body, sighing happily. She was hoping to distract him for a few more moments before he woke up the tailor, she winced, knowing it wouldn`t be pleasant.
 
Lothaenorixus had woken up a few minutes before Audrey had finished cooking, his plaything not where he had left her, atop of his body had caused him to wake up quite quickly, when he then noticed a second later that the tailor too was no longer working and there were still clothes unmodified he thought the worst. Baring his teeth as the anger grew inside of him before he let loose a beastial howl, if any survivors were still lingering around town you would be sure that after hearing this that they were going to be very quick with the feet in getting as far as they could away from the noise. The tailor had slipped into a deep sleep over the last half hour and whilst the noise did not wake him, his body cowered and assumed the fetal position as he meekly whimpered.

Lothaenorixus had worked himself into a bloodlusting rage and had been about to tear the shop apart when he caught the note seconds after crushing a chair with his bare hands and throwing pieces at the walls. The note barely satisfied him given his state of mind but it was enough for him to spare the tailor and the shop, for now. Breathing heavily, he stomped outside and vented his frustration and pent up rage on the shop wall beside the tailor. His hands bloodied in the process, the wall however clearly losing the fight as large chunks were missing, chunks taken out by his fists, knees and feet. Lifting his bloodied fists up to his lips, licking the blood up as his anger subsided.

Returning to the tailors, he sat down on the couch and waited for Audrey to return which luckily for him was only a minute away. Audrey however might have wanted to stay away for hours as even though he had beaten something down and vented he was hardly in a good or happy mood. Closing his eyes until she returned. He allowed her to nuzzle into his body, letting her take in his scent and to kiss his body until she tried for his lips, he turned his head to the side to avoid those soft lips of hers planting a kiss upon his own. "Yes.... No... Somewhat." was his answer to her question. He was angry with her but he could not stay mad at her, she had corrupted him in ways that should not have been possible. Love, perhaps it truly was infectious. Still, he considered himself the undisputed Master in this relationship. He had on several occasions reminded her that he was to be called Master. Audrey got a lot of leeway with calling him Lothie which he permitted during the more intimate moments but right now he was not in a happy mood, like one of those moments when parents called their children by their full name when they were in trouble, the reverse applied in this situation only Lothaenorixus was not the name she should be calling him but Master. Submitting herself to him in apology for her actions. This time he did not remind her, it would be her punishment, to fall from his favor until she had either remembered her place and what he wanted her to call him or when the time came that he no longer was displeased with her for these actions.
 
"I'm sorry."

Blurting it out quickly, she hid her small body in his larger one. Accidentally, she had hurt the inside of her hand when she had been cooking, burning it, and it hurt to touch him with that hand. But, she was even more hurt that he wouldn't let her kiss him, removing herself from his body, and instead, sat beside him, her arms wrapping themselves around her body for comfort. She called him Master then, that he was angry with her, and that he didn't want her to kiss him affectionately. She shrank into a smaller position, leaving him to his thoughts. She didn't want to anger him further. Her big, brown eyes had pooled into silent tears, threatening to spill from her eyes but she held it in. She hated when he was upset with her, and even more, she hated that she couldn't freely express how much she cared about him. She decided to get up and walk to the stool, sitting down, and watched the tailor rest, as the door was slightly open, not closed.

Her dark brown hair ran down her back, she was frightened by him when he was like this, angry. And, she had seen the wall crumble, she had heard his screams. She wondered if she really had that much of an effect on him. Still, he was angry with her. But, it made her feel a bit better that he cared enough to wonder where she was. At least, the tailor was still sleeping. He would need it. She knew that if she hadn't told him to rest, he would be too scared to do so. And the rest of the shop was still able to be repaired, although something told her that she would be hauled away by her master, and too busy with him to be able to do it. She felt bad for the poor tailor, he would have to pay for the damages, and that she wouldn't be able to help out. Master, it sounded so... different, so distant. She didn't like the relationship they had when she had to call him that, because she had hoped she was more than just a slave to him. Sometimes, she thought she was but then, he would get cold and the master-servant relationship would arise, she would see it in his blood-shot eyes. He had never voiced it out, but he was distant and cold. She hated when he was like this.

Walking around the counter, and looking out the window, she breathed softly, looking sadly at the town that had disappeared. She had risked her reputation to be with him, and sometimes, being forced into clothes, seemed so demeaning, so far away from the person she knew a month ago. But, on the other hand, it pleased him, and she wanted to please him so much it hurt. She was dressed in something he had approved of, that he had told the tailor, when she guessed, when she was sleeping. Her body was cold without his warmth, wanting to rest on his shoulders, but he was angry with her. A small pout emerged from her lips, pressing her forehead against the cold glass of the window, and looked out, he would be unable to tell what her facial expression was because her back was facing him, unless he ordered her to face him.
 
Lothaenorixus comforted Audrey as she had nuzzled against him, when she shrank from his touch and turned away he let her go, it would do neither of them any good to stop her, he was still in a bad mood and she was likewise upset that it had come down to this. Remaining silent, he watched her stand and move across the room in her new clothes, admiring the way they looked upon her. He had things to tell Audrey, things that even if they were both upset must be said. He took his time in preparing himself to talk to her.

With his words thought out and his rage subsided from his voice he spoke to her. "We will be leaving as soon as the clothes are ready, you should try them out, find something that you like as I will be transporting the remaining clothes elsewhere. The journey will lead up west for five days walk." He said five but really it was normally almost a two week journey, much of the travel time would be cut from his quick pace and the fact that he would carry Audrey much of the way, especially as she slept during the nights. It was important that he reach the city quickly, preferably before others had made the trek in that direction. It would be easier to conquer and take over if they were unaware of the threat that he posed.

Audrey's clothes mimicked some of the tastes of clothing in slave girls for that city, it would ensure that she passed the gates unharmed and without charge . His plans however were not there for Audrey to hear nor comprehend yet. All that she needed to know right now was that they were leaving town very soon, that she was to wear one of the outfits he had gotten her and only one and that they were headed west for some number of days. In time she would be told more as necessary. He might even have instructed more to her today had she not inadvertantly gotten him angry.
 
At least he was speaking to her, that made her brighten up. Finding out that she could only wear one outfit for five days made her cringe, that was disgusting. She had already assumed that this journey probably didn't include stops for showers and rest. Figuring he would carry her some of the way, she sighed, and walked back to the rack of clothing that hung, and stripped off her clothes, in front of Lothie, and in front of the tailor, had he been awake. Inch by inch, skin was revealed, the creamy skin calling out to him, luring him in closer, but she just had her back to him. He was able to see the curve of her breasts to the shape of her hips and her slender legs. She pushed through clothing until she decided on a low-cut dress, she didn't need to worry about being cold because he was there to warm her up, and if she wanted to do certain things with Lothie, it would be more accessible. She didn't turn around to see if he was looking at her undress, bending down to pull on her flat shoes, announcing that she was ready.

Hearing him mention that it would take five days, and that they would be walking made her cringe. Of course, he had a habit of being impatient, and she was a human, she wasn't able to keep up with him if he even wanted to walk a little bit faster. She hadn't been looking at a map, she wouldn't know where to go. She would get lost. So, in this way, she hoped he would carry her. She liked being held, she knew it was a rare occasion especially since he was not an affectionate demon, so she would take advantage of the fact that he would be carrying her everywhere. She had noticed lately that even when he was angry, he did not reject her snuggling moods. Walking back to his lap and warm embrace, she breathed in his scent softly, looking up at him, and hugging him close. Being with him, in the future, and just thinking about where they were going, she was curious as to what this city held.

"I'm sorry, master." She apologized again.

She tangled her fingers in his small patch of hair, caressing his horns, her body pressed tightly against his, if not to embrace the warmth, and to remind him that she wanted to play. She knew he was still upset, so she wasn't sure if this would have an impact on his mood, if he would forgive her now. She had secretly hoped he had been looking when she was undressing, this might have been the push she needed to get him to become intimate with her.
 
Lothaenorixus watched his pet, his Audrey move from the window towards the clothes rack, watching her sort through her clothes and pick out a low cut dress, the vibrant red dress definately worked well. He approved of her choice and watched her undress. There was no reason not for him to check her out. Unlike humans he did not have such modest ethical views, besides, most human men would have justified his actions by proclaiming her as their lover or their woman. Yes, Audrey indeed was his woman. Originally she was to be just his slave, or just a toy that he could use until he grew bored of it, now he had come to think of her as his woman. Perhaps that dimension he had been trapped in had corrupted and warped his way of thinking without his realisation.

When Audrey came walking back towards him with the intention of climbing upon his lap and embracing him he did not move, letting her take her placem again as if it had been given to her like a title or a piece of real estate. This was the second time within minutes that Audrey had smelt him, did he truly have such a fragrance that she wanted? Strange. Embracing her nevertheless, closing his eys as she teased him by playing with his hair and his horns and appeasing his no departed anger by addressing him as Master. His smile growing as she did so. "You are forgiven, now you know however. Next time I close my eyes for a short rest you will remember what to do, or what not to do." without actually instructing her on what it was that she was not meant to do, it was supposed to be read between the lines that the next time she should not leave him until after he had risen.

Stroking Audrey's tiny frame, running his fingertips over the large amounts of skin still uncovered despite once more being clothed "Playtime already?" querying her as she had that look in her eye and had been touching his body in ways he touched her as she slept. "We have company that could rouse awake and it would tire you out before we even start the journey, or is that your secret plan. Tire yourself out so that I am forced to carry you from here on out?"
 
Audrey was more than happy that he had forgive her, and now, playtime could arise! Tangling her fingers in his hair, she breathed out, "Please." She hugged him close, and gently pleaded in his ears. If he were human, she would have been already tugging on his pants, but instead, her fingers wandered to where his pouch was. She found it exhilarating that the tailor could wake up any minute to find them in the throes of passion, crying out his name in passion. Taking herself out of her daydream for a moment, she nodded, and yes, it was obvious she liked being carried, and held in his arms, knowing that he wouldn't drop her. Her lips were pressed against his mouth, her body arching forward, tangling her fingers in his hair. As far as she was concerned, it had been a long time since they had engaged in such activities, and she was more than willing. Her small body strained to reach every part of him, but it was easier now that she was laying in his arms, aching to feel him deep inside her body. It surprised her that he could fit inside her.

It had been painful at first, but then, as she got accustomed to it, she had began to enjoy such endeavors, pulling back from his mouth to breathe. It had always astonished her how he didn't need to rely on so much oxygen, it was her theory, since she was always the one heaving and panting after making out with him, just kissing him, not even sex. Slipping her foot out of her shoes, she ran her foot up and down his leg, her body demanding attention, reaching down and slipping one hand around the base of his cock, her breath came in heavy gasps, as she began to explore down, looking up at him, her dark eyes clouded over with lust, needing more of him now. He was becoming an addiction to her, her mouth parted, an indication that she was getting excited in more than one way.
 
Lothaenorixus did require oxygen and in quantities similar to Audrey, he however had a much more efficient organs not to mention superior sized lungs which enabled him to have larger quantities stored for personal use. The athletics of surviving hell ensured that he did not tire easily which would account for much of Audrey's theory. The end result meant that he did not become out of breath as easily nor did he show his fatigue so quickly, still, Audrey worked him vigorously and often with her insatiable desire for playtime. What was lacking in lung capacity was made up in sheer need, a new succubus would have trouble keeping up with Audrey's demand for playtime and that there was something unheard of.

With Audrey taking charge, straddling his lap and grinding her body against his he could do little but respond as she wished. Oh sure he easily could have stood up and thrown her to the ground with little effort but how was that going to keep her tame and easy to handle during the trek west? His hands caressing her back and groping her ass as she moved her hands from his hair, working them down his body until one of them had reached his lap, caressing the pouch that his twin members resided. Audrey was quickly becoming an expert, or as the case might be a sexpert on his anatomy, what to touch, where his cocks hid and how to work her fingers inside of the pouch to forcibly lead his members outside. In one way, she literally was fisting him in the same way he would do with her her except that his pouch was far more loose to begin with that her tiny entrance and the pouch itself was made with quite some room, merely having to stretch the useless flesh.

His lips responded to hers now that she had apologized and had wanted her playtime, rewarding her with attention, affection and more. Taking a deep breath, preparing for Audrey to give him a work out several times over. It wasnt a question of if the Tailor would wake to find them in the throwes of passion, it was a question of how many times will Audrey and himself climax before then. His keen sense of smell detected her growing arousal, the pheremones her body gave off warning him that she was again in heat despite being only human. Shifting the bottom of Audrey's dress to her waist, exposing her body without much care. Leaning in towards her he whispered. "Try not to ruin your dress, you havent even paid for it." making a joke as there was no payment, none to the tailor at least. Any payment made was going to be of a sexual nature with Lothaenorixus and how could you call it a debt when Audrey willingly addictively gave repeat performances because she wanted to. Nibbling on her neck as he slowly leaned back, allowing Audrey either to expose one of both of his members and allowing her to choose how she was to take the first position. Was that to be oral sex and foreplay, or did she want it now with no messing around.
 
Audrey buried her head against his shoulders, always surprised by how big his cocks were, rubbing them with her fingers, begging for more and more of attention now that she had gotten them out of his pouch, breathing against his ear. It was obvious, she was in heat now, licking the insides of his mouth, pulling away to straddle him more, making sure that her wet juices slide down his cock, and with the other cock, she was already tugging at it, jerking him off with her small fingers, panting into his ear. Getting off his lap for a minute, she hated not being nestled in his arms, and bouncing, she picked up one cock, and impaled her mouth on it, sucking at the round mushroom head, bobbing her head up and down, spreading his legs so she could easily do so. Her other small hand was working at getting his other cock bigger and harder, running her fingers all the way down to his balls to rub and caress, looking up at him with big, brown eyes. Licking the sides of it now, she took more of his meat in, inch by inch, buried deep in her mouth, pulling away to breathe heavily.

Her back was turned to the tailor, so if he should rise and start to work again, he would no doubt see their intimate activities, but with her back turned, she felt more confident in getting what she wanted, the thought being caught in the act still made her blush. Finding that he was feeding her precum that spilled out from slit at the cockhead, she eagerly licked it up, plunging her mouth down that same cock. She wanted him to throw her down and plunge right into her, taking her, over and over, and marking hers as his, her fingers coming to jerk his other cock off quickly, crossing her legs to avoid being distracted by her own deep arousal, grasping the cock that she was currently sucking on, and jerked him off, licking the sides, and moving her mouth to his other cock, holding it to her mouth as her own personal plaything. Breathing out, she bobbed her head up and down, deepthroating the piece of meat even if it was too big for her small, pouty lips, when she started to gag, she pulled away to jerk him off quickly while she had a moment to breathe.

Running her fingers up, and down his legs, she crawled back onto his lap, nestled back in his arms again for the moment, before tugging on his cock to brush over the slick slit, crying out from the monstrous intrusion, tugging on his shoulders, and breathing over his ear, "Lothie! Please.." She whimpered into his ear, and even though she was on top, she wanted him to push it inside her and bury him with his cock again and again, her hips already moving of their own accord, bringing themselves down to grind against his hot meat over and over again, to tie her over until he finally couldn't resist and push deep inside her. During this time, she would pant out his name over and over like a secret chant, holding up her dress, letting it tent over them when her body would meet with his, so at least some parts of their behaviour would be disguised although it didn't take much for an outsider to realize what they were doing.
 
Lothaenorixus sighed happily as she broke the kiss and lowered herself to the ground, it was almost a ritual now, Audrey sucking upon both of his cocks, coating them liberally with her saliva, it would be quite hard for him to otherwise penetrate her without it, especially that tight little asshole of hers. Being that she was in heat he would have far less issue with her pussy despite it being equally as small and tight. Admiring her improving skills, remembering that when she first met him that she struggled more to accomodate his members, now however she was a much more proficient sword swallower, learning very quickly as shown by her expertise in the handling of both his members. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he had been her first sexual experience and that because of it she had come to learn his anatomy quickly as there were previous ideals floating within that once innocent mind of hers.

If he had not ruined her for human men they would have rejoiced at her talents. Grasping her hair, he bound it behind her as if it were in a pony tail, giving him control to himself if he so pleased, and making sure her hair did not obscure her face as he looked down upon her. As she crawled back up to his lap he made a slight face, pouting almost, it was his face of showing some emotion to her, in this he was revealing to her that he didn't want her to stop with the impromptu blowjob. It was not real emotion however, it was just an act although one could definately say for certain that whilst the actual facial expression and emotional connection displayed were but an act, Lothie very much would have liked for her to continue. Only after repeated sessions of playtime would he ever have considered denying her a chance to suck upon him and infact he had just the day before.

Shifting his hips and his rear, rubbing his members against her as she begged and pleaded with him, purposefully he teased Audrey by repeatedly bringing the tips of his cocks against both her entrances. He enjoyed teasing his woman, foreplay at this time was wonderful. It was blissful for a time but eventually like Audrey, he too had desires and needs, that lust burning within him was raging. Gripping her waist forcefully as he pushed his hips up, pushing his throbbing members inside of her. Barely able to contain himself from baring his teeth and growling. For now he would let Audrey control the tempo and the position they were in although this was far too submissive a position for him to enjoy for long, perhaps once Audrey had her fill of intimacy he could turn her around, put her on her fours and give her a thorough going over. It was not like he was going to have her walk anywhere so he might as well give her a reminder as it could be several days before he could give her what she wanted.
 
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