Being the Alpha's kitten

The Alpha

He whispered to you as you lay, still, upon his black silk bed.

"I want milky wilky," y/n said in her cute high pitched breedable voice. 

"Mhm," the alpha groaned, "but only if you do something for me first." He looked at y/n with his dark red eyes and let out a low growl which reverberated in her lungs. His smooth black fur glistened under the moonlight and smelled like pine wood and water.

"Oh dominus Caecilius, I'll do anything for my daddy!"

"Anything?"

She gulped in fear as he gestured for her to get down on her knees. He then came closer and put his large textured flute upon her lips.

"Play the YBC theme song, slowly, and with depth."

She looked up at him with her cute Kawaii uwu eyes and slowly blew on the long wooden rod. He growled again as she stroked his soft thick fur coat. He looked so muscular and strong standing above y/n; a stark comparison to her short, thin submissive body. The notes she played evoked low hums and moans from the alpha until he said stop.

"You deserve your milk now, I shall go and retrieve it."

"That wasn't the milk I was talking about master."