Chapter 2 Makhavah's Plaything II

Makhavah's Point of View "Purry?" the fragile little mortal whispered, her lovely blue eyes widening with surprise as she reached for me on the dresser. "How did you even get up here?" I let out a soft hiss before breaking into a low purr, allowing her to scoop me into her arms without resistance. Her touch was surprisingly gentle; her warmth seeped through my fur as she cradled me against her chest. Then there was her scent. The delicate fragrance of flowers clung to her skin, enveloping me like a trap. It tickled my nose, yet, strangely enough, it soothed something restless deep within me. "How are you even walking?" she murmured, knitting her brows together as if she was questioning my very existence. As though a mere mortal like her could possibly comprehend the things I was capable of. Although I had regained the ability to move around in this temporary body, my magic remained frustratingly weak. I still couldn't shed this pitiful feline form and return to my true self. The human settled me on her lap, her delicate fingers wandering over my body as she searched anxiously for my previous wounds. Then her scent changed. A faint, intoxicating sweetness drifted from her, something far more intimate than her floral perfume. My senses sharpened instinctively, and an unfamiliar restlessness stirred within me. I licked my lips, my purr deepening as an inexplicable urge took hold of me. I wanted to bury my nose against her and lose myself in that maddeningly sweet fragrance, to understand why her scent affected me so profoundly. What an infuriating little mortal. "What in the world..." Her soft voice broke through my thoughts, filled with raw surprise. "You're completely healed." She stared at me as though I were a miracle, her blue eyes went wide with disbelief. "No, that can't be right," she argued with herself even harder. "Your limbs were clearly broken-the bones should still need time to fully mend." The only reason they had healed at all was that I spent the entire night feeding on her lust-her tightly bottled, pure, unrefined sin. She was starving for something dark and dangerous. Starving for me. Taking more of her lust would have finished restoring me completely, but the transformation didn't last long enough to complete the mating process...after which I would devour her soul. A soul as filthy and ravenous as hers belonged with me in Kavalah, the demonic realm. I had been mortally wounded in a duel with my half-brother Kaelrh, sparked by a treacherous uprising meant to steal the throne that was rightfully mine. Just one wrong move... a stupid miscalculation that almost claimed my life; I had to escape to the mortal realm, hiding in the body of a cat-and that was when this human found me. She took me in, cared for me, and even nourished me with the sweet essence that leaked from her body, born from all that pent-up sexual frustration. I'm one very lucky demon. I need to feed more of her essence if I'm going to fully mend this wound, reclaim my true form, return to the shadow realm, slaughter my brother, and seize my throne once more. ***** "Are you certain this cat was hurt?" a mortal man asked this time, studying me through some kind of machine. "The X-ray looks fine, there are no fractures, nothing." "That can't be right," she said, fingers raking through her hair and tugging hard. "He was covered in blood last night. I was terrified he wouldn't survive." "You're probably just exhausted," the man replied. "Go home and rest, Vivy." "I'm not crazy!" snapped the human whose name I had just learned was Vivy. "I never said you were. I said you were tired." She pressed me against her chest again and carried me toward her car, muttering under her breath the entire way. "Was I hallucinating last night?" She lifted me higher, those bright blue eyes searching mine. I answered with an innocent meow. Makhavah, Emperor of the Seven Realms... how far you have fallen? The once-mighty ruler now trapped in the body of a lowly beast, handled and fussed over by a human woman. "Well... I suppose I do need to rest." A soft sigh slipped from her lips. She took us home, and let me on the floor, and I sat watching her intently. I could smell the dampness, and I could taste her aching in the air; it was almost physical. How can someone walk around with such frustration? It's a miracle she hasn't gone crazy yet, from how much she is throbbing. She disappeared into her room. Silence settled in for a while, I was certain she had fallen asleep, until the first unhinged moan reached me. "Ugh... hghhn..." Her desperate, quivering pleas spilled out as she worked that same spot again and again, never quite finding release. The scent of her need flooded my senses, and something in my body went rigid. Fuck. Even trapped in a cat's form, I hardened almost instantly. I clawed frantically at the door, desperate to get to the other side, but it wouldn't yield. With the last scraps of magic I still possessed, I teleported into the room because the door had been locked. There she was. Her legs sprawled wide across the bed, she was bare from the waist down, while the tight bralette clung stubbornly to her full, promising breasts, refusing to let them free. I leapt onto the slipper chair for a better view. My gaze traced slowly downward from her face, half twisted in frustration, half lost in pleasure. Her dark hair, soaked with sweat, clung to her face. Her mouth hung open as she cried out in mounting pleasure. The purple dildo drove deep into her tight opening, each thrust sinking farther than the last. The bulb-shaped tip glistened with the slick evidence of her arousal. "Fuck," she cursed, folding her legs higher to take it even deeper. "Yes... um... yeas, fuck." Her hips rolled upward, and her eyes rolled back. Something was building, she began slamming the dildo faster, harder. The wet, slick sound of plastic plunging into her pretty pink pussy filled the room, mixing with the desperate, horny noises spilling from her throat. A deep growl rumbled from my chest. My true form strained against the tiny body that confined it, aching to tear free and replace that worthless toy with my cock. Fuck her senseless until she screams for her master. Just a little more... and I would have enough of her essence to feast on. Keep going, little human. That's it. Accept me, accept Makhavah into your soul. Let the demon of lust devour everything you've kept bottled up... yes... she was getting closer. I could feel every wave of pleasure as it rippled through her body. I could see it. "I'm almost there..." she groaned again, her legs quivering faintly but never fully shaking. "Don't stop, Daryl." Something twisted sharply inside me-was it anger? A head-splitting, primal feeling. And it was aimed straight at this Daryl, whose name now lingered on the sinful lips of my Vivy. A sharp gasp left her as she suddenly stopped thrusting the dildo. Her free hand pressed hard against her mouth, as though she had made a mistake. She clamped her thighs tightly around the toy. Her body went limp against the mattress. Then I heard it, a raw, frustrated cry tore from her throat. She was sobbing, but why? If she had only kept going, she would have released herself from this torment... and freed me along with her. Forget it. I'll just have to finish this myself.