Fabian (C) me
Vapula, his master (C) me
Also mentioned, but not in this story:
Belial, Vulcan (his son), Abagor, and Lillis (the fallen angel) (C) Astrid.
Zepar (C) me.
Elly, move this to the BCR as you see fit. It is mature, but it is not erotica, so I'll let you make the call.
~~~~~
Master, you cheated on me, I know you did. But I also know and understand that you don't see it that way. I cannot help, however, what my jealous heart believes.
I cannot help loving you, my Master. It is you who delivered me from salvation and brought to me the light. I worship you, to the literal definition of the word. It is you who taught me to see. It is you who showed me the foolishness of my ways.
But despite my loving you, I do not love men. I had only cared for women before you. Other men seen as attractive get not a glance from me; Lord Belial pales in comparison and his son cannot hold flame. Abagor's physique repulses me. Lord Zepar is but a boy next to you, even when he is a man.
Your muscles, your smouldering eyes, your deep voice and silk soft skin... the lush silken curls that frame you, it is all too much to bear.
I thought I was your favourite, and you still claim me to be. But yet you bring forth this new woman; fallen angel, barely worth your time, you embrace her as your disciple.
Are you really so lonely, Master? Just say the word and I'll come back to earth again, to be by you forever and always. After all, Hell is so lonely without you.
I know you are affectionate, my lord, but I know your libido rarely hungers for sex. And that is why I worry. I know for a fact that you had her.
Do you like her that much already? I don't expect monogamy from one such as you, but you've claimed to me that you only do such things with someone you love. Do you love her already, Master? Do you even truly understand what love is?
Or was it just that you felt needy in that special way and that your fallen angel's virgin pussy was the only hole available, so you made yourself to believe you cared?
Did Master even love me, or was it the same? You were rough with me. It wasn't even my first time ever, but the part of me you went for was, at the time, virginal. You didn't even for a moment wait and you lubed it to the bare minimum. How I struggled against you though it was throughly consenting; you were both so large and so aggressive I could do nothing but quiver helplessly beneath you. I still recall the slow, controlled panting of your breath as you thrust within me, the slow, regulated wet schlick as your hand moved up and down my length, and the heavy slapping of your flesh against mine with every movement you gave.
I know now that though you love me, you only used me as a release, a warm hole in which to place yourself and reside until you were done. I have no complaints on this, Master- I enjoyed it despite your selfishness. It is not my place to ask for you to do anything otherwise with or for me.
But was it just that Master yearned and that only thing available to him was my ass? After all, you have no concept of heterosexuality, having been without sex or gender in your creation, so to you, I'm sure a hole is a hole. You can have no preference with a mind set this way, all logic deems. This is not your fault, but it concerns me more. It doubles the list of those who could one day make me completely useless to you.
I do not like this fallen angel you have brought into your following, and I'm not even myself entirely sure why. It is probably nothing but pure jealousy.
I do not like these thoughts, nor do I like these sensations.
Master, I say this with much regret, but you are the one who taught me to think for myself and question absolutely everything. I never thought, though, that one day I would question you.
Vapula, his master (C) me
Also mentioned, but not in this story:
Belial, Vulcan (his son), Abagor, and Lillis (the fallen angel) (C) Astrid.
Zepar (C) me.
Elly, move this to the BCR as you see fit. It is mature, but it is not erotica, so I'll let you make the call.
~~~~~
Master, you cheated on me, I know you did. But I also know and understand that you don't see it that way. I cannot help, however, what my jealous heart believes.
I cannot help loving you, my Master. It is you who delivered me from salvation and brought to me the light. I worship you, to the literal definition of the word. It is you who taught me to see. It is you who showed me the foolishness of my ways.
But despite my loving you, I do not love men. I had only cared for women before you. Other men seen as attractive get not a glance from me; Lord Belial pales in comparison and his son cannot hold flame. Abagor's physique repulses me. Lord Zepar is but a boy next to you, even when he is a man.
Your muscles, your smouldering eyes, your deep voice and silk soft skin... the lush silken curls that frame you, it is all too much to bear.
I thought I was your favourite, and you still claim me to be. But yet you bring forth this new woman; fallen angel, barely worth your time, you embrace her as your disciple.
Are you really so lonely, Master? Just say the word and I'll come back to earth again, to be by you forever and always. After all, Hell is so lonely without you.
I know you are affectionate, my lord, but I know your libido rarely hungers for sex. And that is why I worry. I know for a fact that you had her.
Do you like her that much already? I don't expect monogamy from one such as you, but you've claimed to me that you only do such things with someone you love. Do you love her already, Master? Do you even truly understand what love is?
Or was it just that you felt needy in that special way and that your fallen angel's virgin pussy was the only hole available, so you made yourself to believe you cared?
Did Master even love me, or was it the same? You were rough with me. It wasn't even my first time ever, but the part of me you went for was, at the time, virginal. You didn't even for a moment wait and you lubed it to the bare minimum. How I struggled against you though it was throughly consenting; you were both so large and so aggressive I could do nothing but quiver helplessly beneath you. I still recall the slow, controlled panting of your breath as you thrust within me, the slow, regulated wet schlick as your hand moved up and down my length, and the heavy slapping of your flesh against mine with every movement you gave.
I know now that though you love me, you only used me as a release, a warm hole in which to place yourself and reside until you were done. I have no complaints on this, Master- I enjoyed it despite your selfishness. It is not my place to ask for you to do anything otherwise with or for me.
But was it just that Master yearned and that only thing available to him was my ass? After all, you have no concept of heterosexuality, having been without sex or gender in your creation, so to you, I'm sure a hole is a hole. You can have no preference with a mind set this way, all logic deems. This is not your fault, but it concerns me more. It doubles the list of those who could one day make me completely useless to you.
I do not like this fallen angel you have brought into your following, and I'm not even myself entirely sure why. It is probably nothing but pure jealousy.
I do not like these thoughts, nor do I like these sensations.
Master, I say this with much regret, but you are the one who taught me to think for myself and question absolutely everything. I never thought, though, that one day I would question you.
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