Chapter 1 - After Dinner Treat

A piece from 2013. 

Methias lay huddled up in a corner of the unusual room that he was kept within. Although the room had clearly defined boundaries, it had neither entrances nor exits. Neither did it have any way of seeing into the room, requiring one to have extrasensory abilities just to enter. The room was created as a separate pocket of space meant specifically for keeping one's most precious objects away from prying eyes. 

For the last week Methias had been fortunate enough to have had been neglected by his mistress. She was quite busy with her newest boy-toys and had almost forgotten about her favorite. It was quite unusual for there to be enough time for his wounds to heal completely.

His mistress was a unique creature. No one quite knew what or who she was, only that she had an aura about her that left behind a wake of pure lust. Those that came too close were never the same again.

A dark aura in the shape of a voluptuous silhouette began to fade through the wall opposite of Methias, soon revealing the mistress as she entered the room. 

The mistress licked her lips as she walked towards him, picking him up and pinning him up against the wall. "I hope you didn't think I had forgotten about you." She whispered into his left ear, her lips pressed gently against him. The mistress's voice was sensuous, and could cut to the core of even the most hideous of beings. There was no resisting her lustful advances. She had barely touched him and he was already under her spell. 

The mistress flicked her pointer finger downwards, causing a lengthy obsidian claw to extend from it.   

Although his body had healed, Methias was still wearing tattered garments that were strewn with rips, holes, and stains from past sexual encounters with the Mistress and sometimes her other toys. The Mistress pressed the claw into his chest, and began to drag it upwards. Her claw was so sharp that the cloth tore with ease and fell to the ground, revealing his smooth chest. 

"Tsk. Since when did you become so clean?" she said while pressing her claw deeper into his left pectoral, slicing carefully downwards with just enough pressure to draw blood. With the first scent of blood her eyes shifted from an icy blue into a glowing crimson. She loved playing her other toys, but Methias was special. There was something about his taste that drove her to new heights every time she tasted him. 

Soon her nose was pressed into the cut. Her tongue was reptilian, long and split at the tip extending outwards and lapping up the blood as if it was precious nectar. 

She was being unusually gentle, a sign that she had already fed and was simply looking for an after dinner treat.