No one is to interrupt us.” The three male entities bowed and departed, leaving Ishtar kneeling on the floor and Dominion sitting behind his desk with a lascivious smirk. The succubus was shivering in excitement, experiencing and indescribable joy at her master’s words. As one of Dominion’s creations, she had something that no natural creature or person had, purpose. exotic Animals had the instinct to procreate, but they lacked the abstract intellect to fully appreciate when they succeeded in that goal. Children could be conceived and born to indulge the instincts of their parents, or to fulfill some role assigned by their family or society, but that was a purpose they were given. Ishtar had been born with a purpose, her body, her mind, her existence had been crafted around that purpose, for that purpose, by that purpose. Now she would fulfill it, like a key opening a lock. Pity, it was the closest she could come to actually sympathizing with the humans outside. She pitied them, for while they experienced the eternal glory of being stepping stones for her Master, none of them would know the fullness, the satisfaction of being born with mature a purpose and fulfilling it. “Well?” Dominion asked, impatiently. That word shook Ishtar from her stupor. Unforgivable, making her master wait. She had already proved herself a failure. No, that would mean her Master had made a mistake in creating her, and surely such a divine being was incapable of making a mistake. She wasn’t utilizing all of the mental prowess he had given her, a conscious mind being a calculated risk he had made in his unfathomable wisdom. Either way, she had to make up for this error and go beyond his expectations. She stood up and strode over to Dominion, her pendulous hips drawing infinity signs with every step. Her hooves, despite being described in such an ugly word, perfectly matched not just the shape of a pair of expensive high heels, but the iconic sound as they touched the hard marble floor, a sound that would arouse any man. He turned in his chair as she circled around the desk, brushing her fingers across the smooth wood. Her eyes were on the prize, the bulge in his pants making itself painfully obvious in his anticipation. Good, so she visually asian appealed to her master. She aroused him, she invoked pleasure. It was japan a glorious honor, to know she was pleasing her Lord. She knelt down before him, and for the briefest fraction of a second, was afraid to touch him. To do something so bold, it was an irredeemable sin if he had not asked for it. He had told her to satisfy him, that he wanted to see her skills, but japanese what if she was being too reckless? No, she couldn’t let fear and indecisiveness get in the way. She unclasped his belt and worked Dominion’s cock free of its fabric prison. It stood erect, casting a shadow on her awestruck face. Ever since Dominion started collecting spirits, his body had begun slowly adapting to contain all that power, transforming into a stronger vessel. He had grown taller, his muscles had expanded while his bones became more pronounced, and of course, his member was increasing in mass. Soon, she wouldn’t be able to wrap her fingers around it. She was truly blessed to engage in such sensual contact with her Master. She wouldn’t be surprised if her fellow minions were jealous of her. She embraced it with her fingers, hesitantly, humbly, like a nun being handed the Holy Grail. Just that touch, it sent lightning bolts through her nerves, her libido going out of control as she felt a burst of energy go off between her legs. She began to stroke it, admire it, examine every spot of his manhood. Her earlier unease was being swept away, replaced with confidence as she began to manifest her skills. The smirk on Dominion’s face appeared on her own, her arousal propelling her. It was so slight, but she heard it, the change in his breathing. He had trained himself not to feel pain, but pleasure was still as potent as ever. Isn’t it?” Both the unsuccessful ones tried to hide by vomiting into their hands. For a while the only sounds beside the music were my grunts and the sloppy gurgling. I’m fucking my best friend! “My bum.” He hit me hard twice, maybe three more times while I kept pulling the chair with him. My heart clenched. Looked at Deb's pussy, Jeff noticed that it was time again for a shave. When her mouth was full, Beni put her mouth over it. But please like my story and also comment .this is the japanese real and first my story and I have written it in various circumstances. 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