Beg For Mercy
From Lord Of Utterdom
You fall to your knees and clasp your hands together before her. "Please!" You beg. "My Father mustn't know. I beg of you."
"You beg?" She asks, perking a brow. "Good, then. Get down on your hands and knees and kiss my feet."
You drop down to your belly and kiss the tops of her feet, and she purrs. "Suck at my toes," she commands, wiggling them. You suckle two into your mouth, lovingly wrapping your tongue about them. "Good," she says softly. "Put another in your mouth."
You do as your told, and notice that she moves her hand to her quim. Her eyes watch you suck at her toes and she bites the corner of her lip as she slides a finger to her button. She flicks at it quickly as she suck. "Suck harder, you fucking curr!" She says, breath shortening.
You manage to get all of her slim toes into your mouth, and wrap your hand around her ankle. You run your tongue around them, between them, and slide them in and out of your mouth. She groans and gasps as you work, slipping two fingers inside of herself.
"Tell me how worthless you are as a lover!" She screams. "TELL ME!" You comply sheepishly, then return to sucking her toes.
Her body locks up, and she squeals, fingers deep inside her quim. "I'm cumming!" She screams, then growls, hips and shoulders convulsing, toes wiggling in your mouth.
When she's finished, she pulls her foot free. "You did well, my little dog. A prince on his knees, servicing. It was a pleasure to see you so low." She begins putting her things on. "Get your clothing on. I'll have you cleaned and readied, and a carriage will take you to Shaern."
She reaches down and shoves her wet fingers into your mouth. "Clean these first, you little pig."
