After being done with his work, Tom stretched his arms over his head, and his tail moved lazily as he saw the sun setting on the horizon. It was almost time for him to start hunting, but there was something that he needed to take care of first.
He licked his lips and scanned the room for Celene, but she wasn't here. She spent most of the day in her room working on her computer, probably editing the toxic mixture of eroticism and violence that was her last video.
"Hey, Celene . . . " he purred, calling his servant to his position.
The second that the woman heard the voice of the catboy, her body tensed up; even through her headphones, she could sense that poisonous call like a siren song demanding her presence.
She took a deep breath and went up to her chair, slowly walking to the catboy's workshop that used to be her living room. "Ye-yes?" She mumbled, glasses on, baseball cap backward, and wearing another hoodie, a pink one with the stylized drawing of a big pair of tits on it.
Tom leaned back in the office chair he was sitting in, crossing his legs and making a mischievous smile. "You know . . . I just finished working reeeeeeeeeeally hard to put some food on the table," he teased and then opened his legs.
Celene swallowed, knowing the tone and gaze. It was the same as yesterday when she got addicted to catboy cock. She wanted to fight with the feeling of being relieved that he finally wanted to fuck her, but her cunt was already drooling.
"Yeah . . . I saw . . . you really know how to work with your hands . . ." the woman said, her gaze focused on the cute man wearing her pants. She could easily see the bulge on Tom, that thing calling her.
Tom's smirk widened. "And you know how to help me relax, right?" He asked, not directly asking what he wanted but making it more than obvious.
"I-" Celene was interrupted the second she talked.
"Put on some expensive lipstick and come here," the catboy finally ordered, and she made a submissive nod.
A layer of thick and obsidian-colored lipstick later, and she was back in the same room as her master. Her legs and hands moved before her brain could protest; she only felt mad about this when she was all over him again, standing and waiting for another order. More from the misuse of her expensive makeup than the use of her body.
"Come here," he ordered and snapped his fingers.
She kneeled in front of him, her face going right between his open legs, knowing perfectly what he wanted. Celene could see it in those emerald eyes squinting at her.
Tom reached out with a single claw, moving the sharp, pale, supernatural keratin blade down her cheek, over her jawline, and finally reaching her chin. Soft enough not to leave a single trace, but making clear that a single wrong movement could end with a nasty scar for her.
"You really picked a color that contrasts with my skin?" he murmured, now his thumb brushing over her lower lip.
Celene's heart began to beat faster. Those hands treating her like a toy, that dominant gaze that didn't fit with his frame, she knew that she was fucked up in the head, but this was ridiculous.
"Yeah . . ." she whispered back, trying to hide the smile on her lips and her experience as a professional dick sucker.
Tom nodded with a wicked grin. "Good girl," he complimented her, and finally released his monster.
She felt strange. Normally, for her, sucking a cock was a transactional thing. Celene did it for the views, as a way to manipulate a dude to do something she wanted, or even as payment for having her pussy eaten. However, the girl knew that the only payment she would get from this was a thick load drained into her stomach.
Before Celene could figure out why that fact was so hot for her, Tom slapped her cheek with his massive cock. It was already half hard, but that was enough to make her gasp.
"Come on," he teased her, his throbbing and veiny cock already at full mast and resting right over her glasses.
A moan of satisfaction came out of Celene's lips as she sniffed that manly manhood, her nose going directly to nuzzle between those bloated sperm factories. Her hands wrapped around the base while her breath caressed his testicles just enough to draw out the first drops of precum.
Then she kissed the tip, looking directly into his eyes after leaving a black imprint of her lips right between his balls.
Tom groaned, his fingers grabbing the edge of the table behind him while his tail coiled around the girl's neck. "Fuuuuuuuuck, that is it, you fucking cock-hungry whore . . ." he muttered while his face was already blushing.
Celene worked slowly at first, taking her time to enjoy not only the taste but also the strong and manly smell. Her tongue dragged around the length, her lips pressed around it as she went deeper and deeper until eventually kissing the base. She didn't mind the bulge in her throat as long as Tom was moaning and groaning in such a cute way. It felt as if she was regaining some autonomy, some power in the relationship with this submissive gesture.
It was something that Tom needed to fix. The catboy's fingers grabbed her hair, no longer with his claws on, but still being rough with her as he was now guiding the pace from something slow that she could handle to so fast that she was starting to cry.
Tears began to appear in the corner of her eyes, air was starting to become a rare resource, and the sound of those bloated balls slapping against her chin rumbled through the apartment.
"Know your place," Tom purred.
Those words sent a jolt of pleasure and heat straight to her core while he fucked her face. A muffled moan came out of Celene as her hands were busy touching her cunt instead of that cock.