Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter Five

Mistress

She was perfect—a work of art, really. I was surprised at the amount of fluid that erupted from my body, but I'd just eaten from her, and fucking her had been incredible. The way she looked wearing my come made me want to take her again, and I might have after I finished sketching the work of art that stood in front of me if she wouldn't have nearly passed out.

I saw her eyes flutter closed for a moment and I thought she was just basking in the feel of my come, but when her body started to go limp and her torso was being held up only by the wrist restraints, I became concerned. "Lick your lips, butterfly," I had urged her. Her tongue poked out and she licked at the fluid. It had given her enough of an energy burst that she was able to open her eyes, but she'd fallen back to sleep right after I'd released the buckles.

I carried her into the bathroom where I filled the tub with warm water. As much as I loved the way her body looked covered in my come, I couldn't very well put her to bed like that.

I began by washing her face, then worked my way down her body from her breasts to her pussy. I was pleasantly surprised when my hand moved between her legs with the washcloth. Despite being out cold, she spread them wide. She was such a good submissive, even when she was asleep.

The final thing I did was wash her hair because some of my come had landed there, as well. Once finished, I dressed her in my shirt again and held her in my arms on the couch in the living room. I'd removed her play collar before the bath, so when she woke, she could speak freely. I wanted to know how it felt right before she fell asleep.

Finally laying her down, I sketched pictures of her to pass the time. When she shifted in her sleep, a waft of the scent of her arousal filled the air around me. I stifled a growl as the animalistic side of me imagined flipping her over the arm of the couch—regardless of her state of consciousness— and fucking her pussy until it was so full of my come that she had to wake up.

Of course, the part of me that was in love with her...her mate... would never do that to her. Not so much because I thought it was wrong, but because I was afraid it would harm her. The truth was, had she been Nermac I wouldn't have thought twice about fucking her whenever or however I wanted. But she wasn't, and until I fully understood the effects my come had on her, I wouldn't take any chances.

I'd been able to control myself with her—not going primal and injecting her with my toxin—but I didn't want to take any chances, so I decided to step onto the balcony and get some sun. It was probably unnecessary, but when it came to my mate, there was no reason to risk putting her in danger.

Keeping the door open so I would know when she woke, I lay on the chaise lounge and allowed the evening sun to soak into my skin.

I closed my eyes, feeling my cells come alive while reliving our most recent scene. I wasn't surprised that she'd allowed me to fuck her even though she had to have been sore. It was what my butterfly did—she served her Mistress. I'd fucked her hard, too, though I'd obviously held back quite a bit. I wanted her and her pussy to know just what I could do to them.

She'd surprised me when she chose to have me come on her rather than inside of her. When given the choice in the past, Lucy, as well as my other former Nermac submissives, would either reply, "Whatever pleases you, Mistress," or "Inside of me." My butterfly was the first to ask me to mark her that way, and damn if it wasn't exactly what I would have chosen.

The way she looked coated in my come made me want to take her out and parade her around so that all of the males would know she was mine. In many species, including Nermac, males marked a female as theirs by coating her in their scent. Primitive, yes, but also effective, and the thought had my cock twitching.