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Eela knows, logically, that she is in Hell. It's just hard to feel that way when she has a beautiful goddess riding her cock.
She can't touch Vix. Not without explicit permission. Which is rarely given. So instead Eela just lies there on the bed, hands obediantly by her sides as she drinks in the stunning visage that is her boss. Vix moves with power and grace, driving herself down again and again on that thick strap and making her generous tits bounce.
Eela doesn't know why Vix doesn't just ask Valentino to fuck her and she doesn't care. She is honored to be chosen, to be tasked with the responsibilty of pleasuring this gorgeous woman.
Vix suddenly growls, frustration radiating off of her as she pulls off Eela's cock and sits back on the bed. "It's not enough," she hisses. "It's not fucking enough."
Panic floods Eela's senses and she bolts upright. "I-I'm sorry, Miss Vix! I can get a different cock, if you'd like?"
I would do anything for you.
But Vix only rolls her eyes. "Ugh, no! It's not that, it's…" she pauses, huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. Her digital gaze sweeps over the room before landing on Eela's form. She tilts her head to one side, considering. Eela fidgets.
"Eela…" Vix shifts onto her knees, crawling slowly towards her. Her tits and ass sway as she moves. Eela's mouth goes dry. She wants to lock up this image and keep it forever. She digs her nails into the bed when Vix slides in impossibly close and settles on her lap. Eela swears she has steam coming out of her ears. She must not touch without permission. She must not touch without permission. Shemustnottouchwithoutpermission!
Fuck, she can feel the heat of Vix' pussy against her thighs, molten and so very wet, and she has to be careful not to plant her face into her boss' full breasts. A sharp cyan claw comes up to tuck away a strand of blue hair that has come loose from Eela's normally prim bun and strokes down the side of her face, tipping her chin up. Instantly, a floating feeling consumes her and the world seems a bit fuzzier.
Ah. This is interesting.
"Do you like me, Eela?"
"Of course I do. You're perfect." The words fall out of her easily. The lovely spiral makes it so easy.
Vix chuckles. "How sweet." The tips of her claws ghost down Eela's arm. "Do you find me attractive?" She brings Eela's hand up, presses it to the swell of her breast. So soft.
"Yes. You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen."
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"More than anything."
That gets another hearty chuckle. "Would you do something for me, Eela?"
"I would do anything for you."
"Just what I wanted to hear." Vix grips her jaw now, firmer than before. She really doesn't need to do that. Eela doesn't want to look away.
"Forget your manners," Vix says slowly. "Forget your hesitation. Forget your inhibitions, your fears, and your decorum. You can have them all back when I tell you I'm satisfied."
A thrill shoots through Eela, burning hot and she trembles.
"Until then, I want you to take what you want, no restrictions. You can use anything you want. You can do anything you want. Show me how bad you want me."
Eela blinks. Wait…what was she doing just now?
Vix crosses her arms over her chest, scowling down at her. "Are you even paying attention? Have you heard a single thing I said?" Her voice is sharp, clipped.
A spark ignites in Eela's belly. Is she serious?
Vix huffs and climbs off of her, moving towards her discarded clothes. "Well, if you're done slacking off—" Ex-fucking-scuse?! "—you can get get and get back to work."
Eela moves without thinking. In an instant, she seizes Vix's antennae and throws her to the ground. Vix yelps.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
As if her bitching is going to fool anyone. Eela catches the smirk that flickers across her boss' face. She shoves Vix face down against the floor, ass in the air.
"Don't even try that. I know you want this. Big bad Overlord boss lady likes to get slapped around, huh?" Vix gasps when Eela shoves her fingers into her sopping pussy. "You're already soaked. Guess Valentino isn't the only slut in the Vees."
Most definitely not, considering the way Vix is already fucking herself back on her fingers. Eela pulls them away and slaps her cunt with enough force to make Vix shriek. "No moving unless I give you permission." Vix whimpers when Eela shoves her fingers back in, but stays still this time. She wants to move. Oh, Eela can feel how she wants to move, can feel her hole clench around the fingers filling her up.
It's a strange feeling, knowing your mind has been altered. Most don't get to know. But Vix trusts her. Eela is special.
Eela pulls her hand away. Vix lets out a sharp whine.
"Oh, come on! I was so fucking close!"
"Be patient."
She hooks her thumbs around Vix's labia and spreads her cunt open. Beautiful. Her inner folds are a bright cyan and her swollen clit stands proud, like a jewel. Eela contemplates taking a picture, but then that presents the possibility of someone else—someone unworthy—seeing this view and she can't have that.
"H-hey," Vix gasps, trying to look back over her shoulder. "W-what are you doing back there?"
Aw, she's blushing. Her goddess has nothing to be embarassed about. Her pussy is just as lovely as the rest of her. Eela can't resist and drags her tongue over that twitching hole. Vix squeaks. She's delicious. Eela knew she would be.
A thought flickers across her mind. Oh…she's always wanted to do that.
Vix yelps when Eela flips her onto her back, pinning her for a moment by her throat. "Be a good girl and stay. You can touch yourself, but don't cum."
It takes Eela a couple minutes to find what she is looking for. Well, that's not entirely true. She finds it rather quickly actually, but Vix's pretty gasps and the slick sounds of her rubbing her wet cunt are so nice, Eela draws out her search just a little longer before finally deciding to give her goddess some relief.
The chunky ribbed vibrator she picks out curves perfectly to press down on Vix's clit and up against that wonderful spot inside of her. It even comes with fancy little straps to help hold it in place. Once she has Vix securely spread-eagle on the bed, she shoves the vibe into that lovely drooling hole and presses the button on the remote. She watches Vix writhe for a time, moaning and rolling her hips to…get away? get more?…she'll get what Eela gives her. Her expression is beautiful, a twisted visage of pleasure and frustration as Eela adjusts the speed of the toy.
Eela settles the thick cock of her strap between the swell of Vix's breasts, pushing them together to create a nice little hole for her to fuck. She rubs her hips down against the textured surface that presses against her own cunt from the other end of the strap-on. Oh, that's good. Her boss has the most magnificent tits, Eela thinks as she marvels at the way the flesh of Vix's breasts bulges from between her harsh grip. Eela thinks about them constantly. She knows her goddess is proud of them. It's obvious when she wears those tight fitting shirts, those tiny bikinis held together by string and a prayer.
Teasing whore.
Her fingers find those puffy tender nipples and Vix wails. So sensitve. Eela really should dedicate more time to playing with them. Could she make Vix cum just from playing with her tits, she wonders. She grinds the heels of her thumbs into the soft flesh and Vix shudders under her. She makes a mental note to test that theory. Her goddess would look so lovely with her chest bound in ropes.
Vix sobs. "Please!"
A shiver rushes up Eela's spine. Yes. "Say it again."
"Please!" Vix begs again, so prettily. "Please, please let me cum!"
Eela can't say no, not with all those lovely tears filling the corners of her boss' eyes. It's such a beautiful sight too, watching Vix pull against the restraints as she arches into her release. Her screen glitches for a moment and then she collapses in a trembling heap. Eela suck in a breath. She notches the toy's speed higher.
Vix shrieks, twisting so wildly under Eela that she needs to grab the headboard for support. "Oh…oh…n-no…Eela! Please!"
No?
Eela's fist captures Vix's antennae in a cruel grasp and yanks her head up. Her other hand discards the remote on the sheets and closes around her boss' throat.
"Your…instructions…were very clear, Miss Vix. If you want to stop, tell me you're satisfied."
Vix whimpers. A tear rolls down her face. She bites her lip. She stays silent.
Eella smiles.
"That's what I thought."