Editing Hesperax's Pet (section)

==Chapter Eleven==

“Would you like one lump, or two?”

“Two, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not, my pet.”

Lelith hummed as she strode over to the kitchen table where Avitus was seated, tray in hand loaded with all sorts of delectable delicacies. Placing it square in the middle of the glass, the Dark Eldar made sure to give the mon’keigh a good glimpse of her cleavage before taking her own seat across from him. As usual, she was not wearing much at all. Today saw her in a pair of plain red panties a size too small, with the rest of her “covered” by an open-backed apron. Her counterpart was just as scantily clad, having been permitted the privilege of wearing a pair of pink boxer briefs. 

A week had passed since Avitus’ first session of denial. Much to the acolyte’s simultaneous dismay and delight, each day had started with a different form of orgasm control. Following the countless hours of not being allowed to cum, his Mistress had exposed him to more Dark Eldar sex positions, all just as alluringly agonizing as the first. Though Avitus was scared to admit it, the “shining spear-crouching scorpion” had been the highlight of their debauchery thus far, despite the dull pain that still lingered in his thighs. Such pain was easily ignored, however, given the almost motherly care and concern that seemed to radiate from Lelith this morning. 

“You seem...brighter than usual,” he offered, slowly taking up his cup of [[recaf]] from the tray. To his surprise, this elicited a small blush from his Mistress.

“I thought we could enjoy a normal meal...for once. Not that I don’t *love* our little ‘eating competitions,’ mind you!” Lelith blurted, quickly reaching for her own cup and burying her face in it.

“Oh… I umm… well whatever you want, I suppose. Mind if I…?” Avitus pointed at a plate laden with a strange, pink meat the human had never seen before. 

The Dark Eldar shook her head, peering at him over the rim of her mug. “Go right ahead. I normally don’t cook such rarities, so I hope it all turned out okay.”

Confusion overtook the acolyte as he wondered what had put Lelith in such a mood. This had to be a lead up to a new form of torturous pleasure, he thought, though such musings did not stop him from digging into the food he had taken. It was chewy, almost like…

“...Where did you get this?” he asked as his body started to feel very warm. Below, the cloth that was restricting his manhood tightened. 

“Hmm? Oh one of my wyches plucked it from a passing cargo ship not two days ago.” Lelith lowered her cup, revealing an almost wicked grin. “What’s wrong? I thought you mon’keighs normally enjoyed oysters with breakfast.”

Avitus gulped. “That’s...no, that’s salmon! But what did you do to make it…”

The Dark Eldar waved a hand, barely containing her mirth. “That’s for me to know, and for you to find out. But go on.” She dropped to a whisper, pouring lust into every word. “Eat up.”

By the time he was finished, the man could barely sit still. He knew he wouldn’t be allowed to masturbate while in his mistress’ care, but he had to do something to relieve this pressure. Luckily for him, Lelith made the first move. 

Standing, the succubus took their plates over to the sink, then turned to face him, face entirely flushed. “W-Well, are you just going to sit there, or do I have to force myself against the wall? Stupid mon’keigh, c-can’t even...eep!”

Avitus didn’t have to be told twice. He had practically sprung from the table, taking up both of her wrists in his hand as he almost slammed her into a nearby wall. Part of him knew this had to be a trap of some sorts, but that did not stop him from greedily tearing the apron from his Mistress before starting to bite at her collarbone. 

She, of course, returned her own sort of oral affection, which resulted in a few small trickles of blood trailing down the mon’keigh’s chest and face. Reaching down, she tore the bulging fabric from his pelvis, and began to grind against it. “Oh...such a naughty pet…” Lelith moaned between bites. “I’m going to *have* to train you *all* over again, aren’t I?”

Another squeak of surprise came from the Dark Eldar as her mouth was forced open with the human’s own. So as not to completely surrender herself, Lelith wriggled out of Avitus’ grip and took the man up by his thighs. As he wrapped his arms around her neck, she removed her panties in a surprising show of dexterity, using only her foot. She then made to envelop the acolyte’s throbbing member with her own yearning folds, while spinning the pair of them around so as to reverse their positions. Both of them moaned into the other’s mouth as they connected, and Lelith further pushed the man up against the wall. 

Neither ended up lasting long in the throes of their feral lust. As Avitus began to pour his seed inside of her some two minutes later, Lelith’s legs gave out as her own orgasm began to wash over her. Falling to the kitchen floor, the pair dug into one another’s skin as they cried out in simultaneous joy. For a time, they simply lay trembling against one another, gasping for air.

Finally, Lelith managed to squeak, “Hah… s-so, d-did you like breakfast, or not? S-should we go back to the old version?”

Avitus thought for a moment, then gently planted a kiss on her cheek. “No. And I am sorry I lost control, Mistress. I could not help myself…”

She laughed, patting his head. “It’s okay, my pet. You act like I’m going to chain you down again today.”

“You’re...You’re not?”

“Nope. I wanted to see if the new drug the Haemonculi developed was worth fielding at all.” She leaned back, then winked. “Clearly, though, it’s not potent enough yet.”

“I...what do you mean?” Avitus managed to mutter.

Lelith purred, “Well, you were supposed to be reduced to a trembling mess. It’s designed to send the victim into a paralyzing ecstasy, while making them easy to tear and gut. The soul energy is much more delectable that way.” She pulled the man against herself once more, then started to lick his cheek. “I got the idea from you, actually. My wyches cannot afford to court their slaves, and the energy offered by pleasure is…”

“So...I’m just a source of energy to you, then? A test subject even? Not like I can really complain I suppose…”

He was interrupted as Lelith squeezed him tight and kissed him briefly. “No. No my pet,” she whispered into his ear. “You are something very special, as hard as it is for me to say that. I’m sorry if I angered you. To be honest, I hate using such chemicals myself.”

“...Then why did you...?”

“For your training, of course. I wanted to see if you were strong enough to be… well…” She paused, then murmured, “...sometimes… I... I wonder what it might be like to be a pet for once…”

“I...I don’t know what to say.” It was true, Avitus’ mind had gone entirely blank. She wanted *him* to dom *her*? Had he missed something? "You could have just asked..."

“P-Perhaps. But you can't tell me you didn't enjoy *that*." He grunted, and she giggled. "Come on, let’s go get cleaned up and I’ll try to explain what I have in mind...”