It was a night like any other; you were sitting on the edge of your bed with your beloved, Shaiapouf, reading a mystery novel with him. Although, this night feels different from all the others for some reason... And judging by the unreadable yet unusual look on Pouf's face, he thinks so too.

You put a bookmark in the book and set it to the side. "What's wrong, honey?" You ask, running your fingers through his luscious hair. Pouf responds with a sigh, "Why do you worry about me so much, my lady?"

You love him to death, but you really hate it when he reduces himself to a mere peasant in the presence of a god. "How many times do we have to go through this?" You realize you sound a bit annoyed, so you soften your tone to a gentle lull, "You matter, and you shouldn't be afraid to tell me how you feel. In fact, I demand you to," you knew he wouldn't disobey you.

He confessed with a huff, "I don't want to be selfish, my lady, but I've been abstained of something quite necessary lately. I didn't want to make you deal with it, but I was worried that I would be being disloyal to you if I dealt with it myself," the sorrowful man then got down on his knees in-front of you, hanging his head in shame. As always, the poor guy expected to be punished. It really does sadden you to see him like this.

Instead of living up to his expectations, you lift his chin with a finger. Guilty eyes flooded with thick, heavy tears meet yours. "Lay down for me on the bed, won't you?" Pouf follows your instructions and places himself in the middle of the bed, his lanky limbs slightly sprawled out as he sinks into the mattress.

You slowly climb on top of him, halting when you're looking down at his pretty face, your hands beside either side of his head. Then you straddle his waist. His tears run down the sides of his cheeks. Reaching with one hand to wipe away his tears, you feel his smooth skin beneath your thumb.

"My lord! I don't deserve your kindn-" you cut him off with a kiss.

Even though Pouf was resistant at first, he eventually let himself be consumed by the want he was feeling. He was getting hot; you could feel his heated skin through his garments.

"May you take off your clothes?"

"Of course," you could tell in his voice that he was relieved to be freed from his warm attire. He felt like he was about to overheat.

You watched as Pouf got up to undress. It was a sight for sore eyes. He would look at you with a shy expression; he was already sweating. When his pitch black pants dropped to the floor, his erection could now clearly be seen against his mint green boxers.

"I'm sorry that you have to see me like this, my lord..." Pouf says, defeated. "What ever do you mean, my love? You look stunning as always!" You say.

You ushered for Pouf to come back on the bed with you.

You pull him close and begin to kiss him, slipping your tongue between his lips; he accepts with pleasure (in more ways than one). You're in love with the feeling of his warm and moist mouth. He lets you take the lead when you lick his soft, wet tongue. You'd rub the back of his head lovingly, taking in the feeling of fluffy locks between your digits.

Moving on, you pull out and slide your fingers in his boxers, keeping your palm just above the hemline. "M-My lord..." he breathes out. You look at him with dominant eyes before yanking down his underwear with a swift movement. "Augh! My lord, I am so terribly sorry that you must see me like this!" Pouf cries out, eyes welling up again as he rotates his upper body to turn away from you, covering his face with his hands. "Hey, calm down! I was the one who took them off," you say in an attempt to comfort him. He turns back over to you, looking gloomy.

You pet Pouf's head affectionately and push him down, the impact of hitting the mattress caused him to let out a small noise. "Now why don't you just shut that pretty mouth of yours, darling? Just enjoy the moment," you say, using a seductive voice to mask your concern. You really do wish he would let himself be loved.

Leaning down, you begin to lightly kiss Pouf's long, smooth neck. You start at the bottom and work your way up to his jawline. He tried to suppress his groans, but it was almost impossible considering his sensitive nature.

You used one hand and started to rub his stomach. Slowly but surely, you made your way down to his waistline. His breath turned rugged and fast due to anticipation; he focused his eyes on your hand, patiently waiting for your next move. Jeez, how long has he been pent-up for? "M-My lord!" He'd call out in a breathy voice, "Excuse my rudeness, but please hurry up, my lord!" You know it's bad if he's asking you to do something for him.

You just can't deny your cute little Pouf! As he asked, you proceed to gently pump his throbbing cock. In response, he lets a loud moan escape his throat, his fists balling. His moans become more and more prominent as you jerk him off harder. "My lord~! Cumming~!" He shouts. At that, your hand comes to a complete stop and lifts from his genitals. "M-My lord?" He says disappointedly, tears pricking at his eyes. "Why don't you be a good boy and beg, then you might get something even better than my hand," you tease.

Enticed, Pouf gets on his knees in front of you just as you asked, "Please, my lord! I'm begging you!" He entreated. "My, my! But weren't you making demands out of me earlier? Unacceptable! " You chastise, "You're gonna have to be punished for that, you know?" A mischievous smirk creeps its way onto your face. "Yes, my lord! I will gladly accept any sort of punishment you wish!"

You slap Pouf's face, reddening the delicate and pale skin. "Silence is expected unless I say you can speak," you command sternly. He responds with a simple nod. You walk over to the closet and retrieve your wooden baseball bat, Pouf looks up at you with both scared and thankful eyes.

Once situated and back on the bed, you have him sit up against the headboard. "Are you ready, my dearest? You know I don't want to hurt you, but you've been bad," you say. "I know, my lord. Please punish me however you see fit," after Pouf spoke his words, he felt the brunt of the bat slam into his rib cage, causing him to shriek out in pain.

Once again, you bring back your bat and then swing it with force, aiming for Pouf's shoulder this time. Yet again, a pained sound is elicited from the boy. Swing after swing, his crys became howls. By the time you were done with him, he was bawling his eyes out and his skin was cherry red and littered with bruises. It was so bad in some areas that he bled. "Good boy, how are you feeling?" You ask, dropping your bloodied bat onto the floor next to the butterfly's clothes.

Pouf sniffles and clears his throat before responding, "Thank you, my lord! I feel much better now," he says in-between sobs. "It's my pleasure, sweetheart," you coo, petting your obedient boyfriend on his head, gliding your hand across his antenna. He flinches in fear. His heartbeat picking back up, acknowledging that even just a little bit more pressure could easily snap his appendage in half.

"Why don't you undress me?" You suggest. "B-but, my lord! Am I really worthy of performing such a task?" He inquires. "Actually, no," you state, internally snickering. You just love that pitiful expression he makes. It's probably one of the cutest things you've ever seen, it just makes you want to slap him, in which you will. Your hand swiftly smacks him across his face. A small squeak could be heard from him.

You take off your pants and underwear, tossing them alongside Pouf's clothes. You climb on top of the dainty boy, rubbing his tenderized shoulders before slowly sliding onto his dick. "M-My lord~!" He whines. It's not that big, only about average, so you didn't have much trouble going down all the way.

"You feel so nice, darling," you praise, Pouf sighing in return. You lift your pelvis up and roughly slide it back down. "Oh my!~" He's even vocal during sex. You continue to repeat the same motion at a moderate pace. With every thrust, you can feel Pouf shiver under you as he moans and groans. Soon enough, you increase your tempo to allegro.

You pull Pouf close to your face by his hair. Of course, this evokes a loud and exceptionally long moan. He's so close you can feel the heat radiating from him as you whisper into his ear, "You're such a pretty boy, I want you all to myself... understand?" The guy in question quickly responds, "Y-Yes my lord! I'm yo-yours and only yours~!" At this, you speed up as fast as you can go; pleasure pulsing through your bodies, "Now that's a good boy! Don't worry, baby, I'll never abandon you!" You smirk as you commend him.

After only a few more seconds, Pouf releases a borderline scream as you feel him fill you up. You two embrace eachother tightly as you join him in his climax.

You're laying down next to your boyfriend under the covers. You grin softly at him as you massage his head, grazing over his antennas once again. "H-Hey! My lord!" He gasps. You chuckle sweetly before finally falling asleep with your beloved in your arms.

The End