O, Apple of His Eye - Ch10

Harlap's tail flicked with interest as their human master entered the room blushing. Harlap teased their master about his reaction to a mortal, which angered him. Harlap imagined a scene of claiming a woman and enjoying it. This enraged their master even more, leading to a violent confrontation. Harlap found pleasure in getting under their master's skin. Their master revealed his arousal and claimed the woman as his own. Harlap asked if the woman knew who she belonged to, and their master left to write while demanding oral pleasure in silence. Harlap followed, hoping the woman would come to the house someday. O APPLE OF HIS EYE By a True Neutral CHAPTER X THE BLUSHING BRAT From where they were provocatively positioned in bed, Harlap's tail flicked with interest at the sight of their human master striding into the boudoir, blustering, and— Are you blushing? they asked, with a mixture of shock and glee. Oh, what a wonderful development! What an embarrassing sight! To see the proud, ambitious brat reduced to flushing in reaction to a mortal—a particular mortal at that! The scorching scowl Raphael threw their way did not have the desired effect, and Harlap watched with irksome delight writ on their face as their master went to their portrait. Once his diary was in hand, Raphael stormed over to the balcony, sat down at a waiting chair, just out of sight, and summoned a magical quill with a snap. He then began to write, his strokes furious and sharp. Straight to the poems, Harlap inquired, or is it more lurid than that? Are you writing out that which you have yet to experience, but so desperately wishing to? They could hear the quill pause and resume. Harlap grinned. Understandable. I visualized it myself. Harlap rolled on to their back and tucked a hand behind their head. They could feel their cock twitch as a scene began to play out in their head, her naked body writhing under mine as I claimed ownership of her wet, tight home. I'd fuck her until she was a babbling mess who only knew how to speak two things, invoke my name and beg for release. The quill had again stopped, and Harlap could sense hellish fury radiating from the balcony. Harlap, please, she'd cry. They closed their eyes and moaned deliciously as they gripped their hardness through the material of their scant apparel. Oh, and I would answer her delirious cries. Fuck her until I could feel her cunt flutter around my cock. They could hear what were jingling bootsteps on marble. I'd swallow her ecstasy, capture her moans with my mouth and then empty my seat. Suddenly, Raphael was on top of them, with hands squeezing their throat, pushing them into the silk sheets and soft mattress. Harlap opened their eyes to stare into the murderous fire. Don't you dare. And why shouldn't I? Harlap dared to ask. While it was not rare to see bouts of violent anger from their master, it was rare to have such a violent anger directed at them, to this degree. They did awfully enjoy getting under his skin. And under his skin they were, clawed fingers tightened cruelly, constricting air. There was no lasting harm in this. Harlap knew Raphael wouldn't kill them, and they could find fun in breathplay. Because she's not yours, their brat growled. Dizziness was setting in. Is she yours? They managed to retort, yes. They glanced down to see Raphael was aroused. By what, Harlap would guess, that their brat had been writing lurid tales involving his ownership of the mortal who lately captured his thoughts and attention. His erection noticed. Their master sneered and let them go. Harlap took a few gasping breaths before asking their next question. Does she know who she belongs to? She will, Raphael replied, leaving the bed. You are to suck me off until I finish my writing, and you will do so without a sound. Harlap heaved a sigh and crawled off the bed to follow their brat to the balcony. If they were lucky, maybe the mortal would somehow find her way to the house. A fantasy for another time.