Editing Hesperax's Pet (section)

==Chapter Six==
Inexperienced and stunned as he was, it did not take long for Avitus to gingerly begin advancing towards his Mistress. Moving towards Lelith on all fours, he paused after placing his hands on either of her sides. “A-Are you sure? I don’t feel like I earned…”

Another flick on the nose and momentary frown met his self-depreciation. “Stop being so hard on yourself. I cannot stand when you mon’keighs, or anyone, for that matter, can’t realize when I am being sincere. You would not be given such an opportunity if I did not think you deserving.” The hardened tone to her voice shifted, and once again Lelith smiled up at her acolyte. “Plus, it’s not every day you get to eat from such a special platter, don’t you think?”

“N-no Mistress! I mean yes...I mean…” 

Giggling, Lelith reached up and pulled the stammering man’s head so that it was buried in her cleavage. “Relax my boy, or you’re never going to be able to handle what’s in store for today…”

The wicked overtone did not make Avitus feel any better, but by now both of his brains were screaming for him to act like the man he was. With a gulp, he opened up his mouth and began licking and lightly prying at his Mistress’ pale skin. Starting with the food about her neck, he slowly worked his way down and around her right breast, making sure to get every scrap of meat along the way. Concentrated as he was on his task, the acolyte was unaware of Lelith’s breaths becoming more labored and pronounced. Still, as he finally reached her nipple, he found his hair being pried and ruffled by one of the Dark Eldar’s hands. Taking this as a sign he was doing well, Avitus doubled his efforts, swirling his tongue about the tip of the hardened peak after gobbling down the morsel resting there. It was then that the acolyte heard something that utterly confounded him: His Mistress moaned for the first time since he had met her.

It was unlike any of her previous utterings. Before where such airy offerings were meant as stimulation and teasing, this was something else entirely. Pure passion and arousal were all that the moan contained, and it served to drive Avitus to double his efforts. He wanted, no, he NEEDED to hear Lelith moan like that again. 

And moan she did as he switched focus to her other breast. Meanwhile, Lelith’s body seemed to relax somewhat at the assault it was enduring. In the back of her mind, the Dark Eldar couldn’t help but feel overjoyed that, for once, she was receiving a source of sexual stimulation that didn’t involve copious amounts of pain and agony. After all, all her previous lovers had been her own kind, and the bread and butter of sexual encounters with them was a large amount of sadism. But here and now, with her new plaything, such matters were entirely cast aside, for the moment anyways. So what if she was enjoying this? So what if she had accidentally allowed herself to become more aroused than she intended? She was the Mistress, after all. She was in complete control, wasn’t she?

Driven by his new-found need to please his Mistress, Avitus quickly found himself slurping up the small bites leading up to Lelith’s womanhood. By now, Lelith was practically tearing at his hair, her crotch almost grinding into his face as he worked to lick the area clean from the mixture of juices that had seeped across it. Minutes into this, and to both of their amazement, the Dark Eldar’s back suddenly arched as she omitted a cry of ecstasy. 

Lelith’s nails dug sharply into the acolyte’s scalp, pushing his head away as she writhed about in an unexpected orgasm. She HAD become far too aroused after all. But why? Why was she so stimulated by a simple mixture of licks and nips? This wasn’t what she had in mind at all. Though, as she came down from her high, Lelith couldn’t help but allow herself to grin for a moment. This just meant that her pet would receive double his training for the day. And maybe a couple extra bites of food.