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“Master, why… you seem upset.” Renfield is on his knees as he crawls closer, hands resting on his master’s thighs. Wide eyes stare up, as his Master’s stare down. “Talk to me, you will feel better. I can assure you.”
Lenore sighed, hands rubbing softly over Renfield’s. “I am frustrated. I apologize if I took that out on you… one can only mess up an incantation twice before they become weary of their skill.” They rolled their head back, closing their eyes.
“Perhaps, Master, I can help?”
“Renfield, you know next to nothing of demon possession. What could you possibly help with?” They meant it as no offense, a genuine question from a confused Master.
“Something else.” Renfield’s hand played with the thin fabric of his master’s pants. Lenore picked up their head, looking down at the pathetic man at his feet. “To... Make you feel better. How would master like that?”
“I think master would like that very much, Renfield.” Lenore let go of Renfield’s hands so that his servant may roam as needed, and they began. His big, warm hands squeezed their thighs gently, massaging them as he slithered closer to their belt.
“Hmm. Renfield?”
“Yes, Master?” Intoxicated by the power he was granted, Renfield’s hands never stopped their traveling, and his eyes wandered all over their body in hopes of… something.
“You want me to feel good, correct?” A nod. “Then get on with it.”
The man seemed as though he was waiting his whole life for those words. He eagerly moved forward, pulling at his master’s belt.
“Can I—”
They had to feign an annoyed response, but in truth, they couldn’t be anymore enamored. The way he quite literally dropped to his knees as soon as his master seemed the slightest bit upset… he was so loyal. So perfect. “Do what you must, pet.”
Renfield’s stomach fluttered at the nickname. It fluttered even more for the fact he had free roam, the privilege to touch them however he’d liked. Usually, it would be the other way around. He’d be whimpering for hours—crying for his master to have mercy on him and let him cum.
Oh how he would love to get used to this. Though, Lenore would never let him be in charge for too long… this was a luxury. He had won the lottery, a once in a lifetime opportunity. How could he turn it down?
He hurried, unzipping and pulling at the pants of his master before staring at the sight before him. He gave not a moment’s notice before wrapping his mouth around them, while his hands fiddling with their slacks, removing them fully.
“Renfield,” Lenore gasped. It was far too quick, they were barely slick before their servant’s tongue was dipping into their hole. “Oh.” Their hands found purchase in his hair, a wild frenzy from the night before them.
“Yes, master?” He breathed into their damp, lapping them up like a hungry dog. He was muffled, didn’t care that he was unheard, only knowing that this was what he was born to do. Nothing more.
”F-Fuck. Yes. Like that, yes, Renfield..” Their hands tugged at his hair, before releasing and tugging again. They couldn’t do much, knowing if they pulled too hard that they’d lose control. Renfield would be forced to relinquish his power back over to his Master. It was too amusing for Lenore, though, to let it go so fast.
Renfield moaned, pants unbearably tight and only getting tighter the more his master groaned his name. He did the only thing he could, he positioned himself around his master’s leg. He began rutting like a dog in heat, never seizing the pleasing of his master while chasing his own.
The knowledge of what Renfield was doing to Lenore’s leg was almost the last straw. “Slow, slow down Renfield..” They managed to softly cry out, nearly stilling his face against them as they pulled at his hair. They had to force his face away, finding a red-faced, gasping man.
“I cannot, master. You taste… ffffuck. You feel so..” His rutting against their leg slowed to a stop as they forced his head back more. “..good, I simply cannot control myself.”
“I did not say stop, Renfield. Merely, slow down. You are.. too good at this.” Renfield’s cock twitched at the compliment, unable to stop the way his hips rolled to thrust against their leg once more.
“Keep pleasuring yourself on me. Stain your pants, pretty boy. So perfect for me. Making me feel so good.” Renfield nodded, diving back into where he left off. A finger teased at their entrance, his mouth moving upwards to suck in their clit.
“F-Fuck.” They pull at his hair once more upon feeling three, not one, of Renfield’s fingers entering them at once. Stretching them deliciously, he curled his fingers inside. The reactions he was getting out of his master, along with their praise toward their servant, turned his insides out, it was almost too much to bear.
“Too good. Too good for me. Aah-” Renfield began to thrust his fingers in time with his own thrusts against their leg, feverishly sucking and licking at them. It was easy for Lenore to lose themself in that feeling. That wonderful feeling of a knot tying in the lower of their belly.
“Yes. I serve my master. I make my master feel good.” He murmured into them, causing a quivering moan to fall from their lips.
“Yes. Yes. So good for me. For your master. Only me. Fuck! Renfield, a little more. You better be close, I want to feel you crumble against me.” They pulled him back in, riding his face from where they sat.
Just like that, Renfield complied and relinquished all his power to his master once more. He was just a tool, they were using him and using him. He lost himself in their body, lapping and sucking and nibbling at sensitive flesh.
It rose and rose, that feeling in their stomach, and soon Renfield’s rutting became sloppy and unmeasured. Then, the rope snapped and his master let out a cry mixed with a moan. Their body quivered across his face, unconscious movements and quick thrusts into his face.
Breathing in, Renfield cried his own into his master’s thigh, and with one more thrust to their leg, he’d come undone. His hips shook involuntarily, jerking against their pant in the aftershocks of his orgasm. He struggled to stay put against their leg, slowly removing his fingers from their cunt.
“Was.. did I do good, master? Did I please you?” Their servant bit his lip, breath staggering and heavy with exertion.
“You did such a good job. You’re such a good boy. I’m so proud of you.” Their hands reached out to his head again, but this time, they pulled his hair to guide him upwards. He followed, heavy-lidded, as they guided his soaked face to their mouth.
It was a sloppy kiss, intoxicating in its own way. Renfield couldn’t be more pleased with the turn of events. Hands wrapped around his torso, pulling him to sit on their master’s lap, their fingers playing with his suspender strings.
“I’d like to have some more fun with you,” His eyes opened quickly, an involuntary whine falling from his lips, “what do you say, my pet? Can I play with you some more? Repay you for what you’ve done?”
Renfield could only nod, bumping his forehead with his master’s clumsily. He felt embarrassed, the way his pants were stained and wet, but he knew that’s how his master liked him. Embarrassed, needy. Pleading and crying and whimpering like the good boy he was.
“Yes. Please Master, touch me all you like.”