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Oh, what a wonder it was, for a creature drenched in the cloak of night to wake up to a sun long thought forgotten.
For Diavolo, a mistress who eternity once coiled around her soul in a captivating grip now left discarded to her own empty ambition, waking to the sensation of heat against her chest was expected to remain only memory. A memory cherished and despised, unobtainable for so long, only to wander across her path without forewarning. A memory now alive. Tangible and within her reach, begging to be returned to her side, no matter the consequence. Without regret.
What was there to regret in plucking a single star from a sea of billions? To feel the intensity of something so bright, burning with passion with every touch they shared? To indulge in the fledgling’s hunger so early in the day while weaved in a cocoon of silk draped atop them?
The poor girl, threads of gold cascading down her back, shimmering ever so gently in defiance of a room so departed from the outside cycles of the celestials outside, desperate to be fed once more. Never enough. Never satisfied. So young and bursting with life that should have drained from her body, the perfect spawn for a sire to cradle within her grasp.
A precise cut, a slice against the surface skin of Diavolo’s breast, was more than enough to feed the wailing star in her arms. Long, elegant nails sharpened as claws were more than enough to see the deed through, but it wasn’t the act itself that caused harm. No, it was the girl’s voracious appetite. The immediate reaction to the smell of her sire’s blood pooling at the surface, an offering for the fledgling to partake.
At one point, such a display would have Diavolo’s star turning her head, denying herself the gift presented to her in protest of her darling sire’s offer.
Diavolo let out a curt gasp, silencing her pleasure as the girl’s lips encased her nipple in heat. No hesitation was to be found. Her star’s tongue taking to the scarlet offering as soon as contact was initiated, stimulating her sire’s breast beyond pleasure with such simple and unrefined gestures. The girl’s fingers unconsciously grabbed hold of the opposing breast and kneaded it as one would dough, leaving nothing untouched as her patience grew thinner each second onward.
Seeking praise, Diavolo offered none as her claws tore through the sheets hanging over her sides, panting at the raging fire above. The fire she tethered, bonded and chained. All for her and no one else to experience, let alone lay a single eye on if they valued their sight over the unfortunate blinding such suns were responsible for when stared at for too long.
Though her sire supposed that, she was the exception.
The only exception.
It was only when the fledgling’s greed grew excessive, when ivory fangs nudged at her sire’s flash in search of more, did Diavolo react. Claws seized the girl’s hair, yanking her back just enough to give a warning without prying her off completely. A silent command to cease such action or she would be removed, no matter how pleasurable the experience was for both parties involved.
The glare that followed, eyes crimson gazing down crimson, sealed the girl in place. The silent threat was clear as crystal, and only when her sire pulled her back and coaxed her mouth back to her teat did the fledgling find the courage to begin again. Slower, methodical and perceptive of her sire’s reactions, no matter how stifled as the little star knew that she was not the only one being fed.
“Good girl…” Diavolo whispered, letting praise slip out from her lips between breaths of passion encapsulating her body.
Her fledgling learned swiftly. Another fortune that smiled on the woman’s fateful encounter. With fingers still clenched tight and twirled deep in her star’s golden locks, the passing thought of praising the girl caught interest, prompting her sire to caress her head as one would a pet. Nails lightly messaged the fledgling’s scalp, lulling her back into a state of slumber as Diavolo had no inkling of desire to leave their nest so long as her fledgling remained in such a volatile state.
Such bonding between sire’s and their spawns were sacred. A ritual to remain unbroken if her star, her burning sun, were to remain by Diavolo’s side, unable and unwilling to depart on her own accord so long as they remained tethered to one another in the eternity to follow.
Giovanna…
What a wonder to behold indeed.