It was only a few days later when Freed knocked on your door. You had been considering going and visiting Laxus again but wondered if you left it would he summon you?
I guess you had your answer…
“Oh, hey Freed, wassup?” you asked curiously as you opened your door and leaned on the doorframe, crossing your arms casually across your chest.
“Miss…” he said softly with a blush, dropping his gaze to the floor, “Laxus has requested…”
“Awww, hell yes! Time to get a good dick down!” you said excitedly, uncrossing your arms and falling back inside your house to change into something that would be easy to remove if need be.
Poor Freed stood there waiting for you, utterly embarrassed about the whole thing.
“Ok. Let’s go to this dick appointment!” you hollered excitedly, taking his arm and striding out beside him as you marched him back the way he had come from the hideout.
As you neared the door to the building, you let go of his arm and reached out with a tap tap tap against the wooden paneling.
“Come,” Laxus called from inside and you grinned at Freed as you reached down and turned the knob.
“Bye babe,” you sung to the embarrassed greenette, “if you hear me singing, mind your own business.”
You entered and immediately dropped to your knees, placing one hand up and over your heart as you smiled widely at the floor.
“Good girl,” Laxus praised lowly from his heavy set chair, the same one he had sat in last time you had choked on his dick.
Obediently you waited for him to call you forward, bowing your head in reverence as your pussy ached in anticipation.
“Crawl to me,” he said in that low voice he had used last time to call you forward and your eyes rolled up erotically as you dropped your hands to the floor and slunk towards him.
You paced forward, closing the gap, and stopped before his shoes, looking down at them as his power hungry gaze took in your willing form from above you.
“Kiss my shoes,” he demanded and you did so without any hesitation.
“Such obedience needs a reward,” he mused, pushing the toe of his boot up under your chin and raising your head up so he could look into your eyes.
Silently you watched him, just happy to be in his presence.
“Take your clothes off,” he uttered in a low, sexual, raspy voice, jerking his chin up to command you non-verbally.
Again, without hesitation you obeyed, eagerly throwing your clothes off.
“Sit,” he commanded, tapping the toe of his shoe on the solid floor.
You shuffled forward on your knees and stayed there, awaiting next instruction.
“I want you, on your ass, with legs apart- either side of my shoes,” he demanded.
Obeying quickly, you shifted into the position asked and spreading your legs out either side of his shoes, the cool air in the room bringing your attention to just how hot your pussy was as the breeze caressed your slick lips.
Laxus’ eyes detailed your face, then slowly tracked down your body, landing on that soft looking pussy that was open just for him.
Raising his boot, he placed the centre of it between your legs and pushed down. Any other time might have been painful but this was heavenly, the weight of his leg dispersing some of that tension that had been gathering.
You groaned erotically through gritted teeth as you rolled your head back and let your knees fall slack.
“Oh?” he leered, grinding the sole of his boot back and forth over your pussy and clit, “you enjoy pain as well?”
“This isn’t painful, this feels amazing,” you moaned, huffing with each rub.
“Get up,” Laxus ordered, removing his boot from between your legs and having you walk to one side of the chair.
He let his arm fall out towards you, elbow resting on the arm rest as his finger just barely touched your pussy- his nail dragging along the slit.
You bit into the side of your cheek, trying not to show just how visibly turned on you were.
“How much will you let me do to you?” Laxus mused, reaching across with his other hand to make a seal then discharging a small amount of electricity from his fingertip and directing it at your clit.
Your knees buckled inwards slightly and you bit back a moan.
“We already discussed this before. Please just do anything you want to me,” you replied airily as some of your juices slid down your inner thighs.
Laxus saw your slick running down your inner thighs and a smug smirk pulled at his lips as he pushed his finger in between your wet folds and pressed against your clit.
“Electricity moves better in wet conditions,” he commented, lazily watching his finger as he moved it a little and thrived on your reaction.
“Zap me till I scream for mercy,” you suddenly moaned out, unable to hold it in any longer.
He did as you asked and sent a decent charge into your clit, making you scream with pleasure as the jolt shot through you and pulsed into your core.
“Again, daddy,” you groaned with need.
“Daddy? Master, to you.”
“Master Laxus, punish my pussy for being so wet. Zap me again.”
Laxus’ cock strained at his pant seam, begging to be released at the sound of your sweet voice.
Indulgently, Laxus zapped you a little harder the next time, that sweet cry of pleasure making him smirk as more of your excitement slid down your legs.
Again and again he electrocuted you, watching with pleasure as your body tried to collapse but he would call on you to stay standing, which you obeyed.
Finally, when he couldn’t take it any longer, he reached for his zipper and tilted his hips up so that he could yank the metal clip down, hurriedly fumbling with his boxers to pull his swollen dick out.
“Sit on it,” he demanded, clicking his fingers and pointing to his swaying swollen cock.
Obediently again, you moved around to between his legs, pussy throbbing like crazy as you eyed his length.
Spinning you around, Laxus grabbed for your hips and dragged you backwards, positioning you over himself and thrusting up into you as he slammed you down onto his lap.
The pleasure and pain of his massive cock forcing it’s way inside you made you scream out, your cry ringing around the room as he dug his fingertips into your hips and rammed you up and down his shaft.
Not allowing you to take control, he moved you as he pleased, varying the speed.
You didn’t care one bit though this was absolute heaven and you let him know just how much you were enjoying it by your cries of delight.
“Fuck me, master, destroy my pussy!” you wailed, tits bouncing as he jolted you up and down on him.
“Oh, don’t worry I have a lot of very special positions just for you.”
In one swift movement he lifted you off and stood up then spun you around and pushed you face down into his chair, your hands smacking down onto it at the same time he thrust into you.
With a yell, you arched back and cried, one of your arms being grabbed by him and held back behind your body so he could use it as some kind of balancing rod.
Quickly your other arm was snatched too so that you went bent over, face pushed into the seat of the chair as your arms were pulled straight back behind you like handlebars as he fucked you hard and deep.
You moan and wailed, calling his name and ‘master’ repeatedly.
“More, faster!” you begged, through ragged panting, sweat making your hair cling to your face.
Laxus let go of your arms and grabbed you around the waist, pulling you back from the chair and bending you over so that your head was on the floor, arms either side for support, then he picked up your legs and held your knees either side of his hips as he ploughed into you again.
Back and forth his hips rocked, a small grunt of satisfaction slipping from his lips each time he bottomed out into you.
“Fuck, yes,” you moaned, pussy starting to spasm a little from the overuse, “I’m about to cum, master.”
“Good,” he grunted, “cum so that I can cum down your throat.”
“Yes, master,” you whined, legs shaking as your body wound itself up- getting ready to release.
As the orgasm took over, you let out a series of pleasure filled cries which made him thrust faster to milk your pussy of the erotic feeling and once your body went limp he pulled out and quickly arranged you so that you were laying on the ground on your back, the cold cement floor feeling freezing cold compared to your sweaty, hot body.
Laxus moved around to your head so that he was facing your feet and gripped your jaw and chin with one hand, opening your mouth and tilting your head back so that he could thrust into your throat.
His first thrust was so deep that you gagged and coughed but he held your face firmly so that you couldn’t pull it away then thrust deep again, his balls slapping across your closed eyes.
“Taste your own pussy, whore,” he snarled, sinking his hips into your face over and over again, “swallow my cum like it’s a sip from my own personal wine glass.”
The noises that escaped you were otherworldly, choking, gagging, and hiccuping as he fucked your throat exactly how he wanted to, your head being sandwiched between the floor behind you and his hips above you.
Before you passed out, he came, doing 3 more pumps into you before holding his cock down your throat and depositing his gift then pulling back to let you breathe.
“It’s been an honour, master,” you rasped out, wiping the tears from your eyes as you lay there catching your breath.
“You are my most valued follower,” he replied, “stay by my side. I need you with me.”
Tears of gratitude welled in your eyes as you rolled over and dragged yourself up onto his knees, puppy-dog eyes fawning up at him.
“Thank you, master.”
~ END ~