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“Please don’t, Mistress,” Zypher begs with tears in his eyes. “Please don’t fuck me. I’m sorry.”

“I have so much planned for you, but I’m going to start by making you come,” I say, using his own words against him. Before he can say anything else, I ram the silicone dildo into his ass so hard that a pain scream racks out of him. “Doesn’t that feel good, puppy?”

“It hurts,” he whimpers as I fuck him as hard as I can manage.

“Oh, Puppy, but this is how you fuck my ass, right?” I ask. When he doesn’t answer right away, I shove the dildo in deeper to make him cry out in pain.

“Y-yes. I like the way you scream when you are in pain,” he admits tearfully. He may be crying in pain, but his body is betraying him. He is hard and well on his way to coming. The way he is angled, it’s all going to hit him in the face. Lucky for me, wolves come an unnatural amount. He’s going to get a face full, just like he’s done to me dozens of times.

“Come for me, you worthless bitch,” I growl at him. “Show me how much you like getting your ass fucked.”

“Ah,” he moans loudly through his tears as he starts to come. He makes a mess of his face and chest and I laugh as I shove the dildo deeper and leave it in place. I snap my fingers and the restraint disappears. He goes to reach for it, but my voice stops him,

“Aht. Bad puppy. No touching,” I say. “Ready for more, Zypher?”

“No. No, please don’t. No more,” he whines breathlessly.

“Awe, you can take it, Puppy,” I say as I get back on top of him. I snap my fingers and he groans as he becomes hard again. “I took so much more than this, and I fared okay.”

“I’m sorry,” he sniffles.

“Too late for apologies, puppy. You know you don’t mean it. You still want to keep me as your prize, don’t you?” I ask as I take him into me again.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” he moans.

“Answer me,” I say as I manifest the crop again.

“Y-yes. I want to keep you,” he says.

“How do you plan on doing that when Morwen is trying to steal me from you?” I ask as I ride him. My pace is faster than before, but I continue to edge him.

“W-what? He can’t. You’re mine,” he booms.

“He’s trying to take me from you, Zypher,” I say softly. I lean down and gently kiss him. “Please don’t let him take me away from you, Zypher. You said you wouldn’t let me get hurt again. You have to get rid of him before he takes me.”

“You’re mine,” he growls, gripping my waist. I ride him faster, taking him deeper and harder.

“Don’t let him take me, Zypher,” I say with a feigned helpless voice. I snap my fingers and his wrists are bound and attached to the metal of the cot above his head. “You have to protect me, Zypher. Morwen wants to take me.”

“I’ll kill him,” Zypher groans as I use him.

“Good puppy,” I praise him. “I knew you were a good boy.”

“Such a good boy,” he moans.

“Are you my good boy, Zypher?” I ask.

“Yes. Oh Gods, yes,” he says as he thrusts his hips up to slam himself inside of me.

“Just like that, Puppy,” I moan. “Come for your Mistress. Be a good boy and keep coming for me.”

I lean down and plant my hands on either side of him before I willingly give myself away to the demonic side of me, and my hips move on their own accord. Zypher falls into back-to-back orgasms, each one coming quicker than the last. I steal my own pleasure and moan out for Morwen to further drive that seed into his mind that Morwen is a threat. I lose count of how many times he has come, but it’s a huge mess. He’s begging me to stop, begging for a reprieve, but I give him nothing but my dramatized moans as I force him to come over and over. He is growing weaker as I steal his energy and use it to deplete him.

As the energy flows into me, it’s like electricity is coursing through my veins. I have never felt this invigorated before. I can’t wait to tell my mates what I have done. I strive to please them in all that I do, and I am confident that they will be delighted to hear of what I have accomplished.

Chapter Forty Three

Striker

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