Living as the pivot of the almighty Blondie of Tanagura, Iason Mink was only interested in one thing - his favourite Pet. He loved to do things to the Pet, and among the things he would do, his favourite was to play with him, Riki.
Like what he was doing now.
The forever-long foreplay made Riki clung on Iason powerlessly. Riki's shirt was taken off by Iason to make the whole thing easier for him; but the tight jeans on Riki were not entirely removed, just to keep him entertained.
That was what Pets were for. To entertain their Master.
"Ngh…!" The lonely syllabus of the moaning slipped out from Riki's tightly shut lips. The burning sensation that he felt from his lower part of his body heated up his brain. He was in a total mess. "L-Let…me…" He could not even finish a sentence before another wave of pleasant feeling hit him.
Rubbing gently at the glans, at the same time Iason was holding firmly at Riki's testis, keeping him from ejaculating. He had this sadistic smirk on his face, which was never seen by anyone but Riki, who obviously could not remember such thing - as he could only faintly remembered any other things except for pleasure he felt - afterwards.
"Do you want me to let you come?" Iason coolly asked, enjoying Riki's every reaction towards his move. He noticed, that even now, as he spoke, his voice was able to stimulate Riki like his caress, making Riki trembled slightly.
"I…Ia-Iason…Ia…E-Enou…gh…nng…"
"Enough, you say?" Iason lowered his head, leaned himself near to Riki - Riki gasped loudly - and whispered into Riki's ear. "Do you want me to stop now, then?"
"No…!" Riki moaned. "Pl-Pleas-Please…" Tears started to form in his eyes.
Too much of pleasure would become suffer.
"Tell me," Because of his position, Iason could see his own reflection on the mirror. He stared into the image's eyes, they - his eyes ablaze with lust. "What do you plead for?"
Controlled by his desire for Iason, his grip on Iason's shoulder tightened subconsciously, his nails digging into Iason's skin. "L-Let me…let m-me c-co…me…"
Iason did not feel anything as he, although having the natural emotions and desires, was just an artificial man.
"That's my boy…" Iason said. His voice still as cool as ever, but adorned with satisfaction. His lips quickly found Riki's and pressed softly on them. His fingers quickly released Riki's genitals, too.
Riki came almost immediately after that.
The game seemed to be over by now, yet Iason still wanted to play. His tongue first playfully roamed on Riki's lips, then forcefully entered his mouth when Riki tried to breathe, and explored happily inside his mouth.
Just right when the burning sensation of his lower part of the body was back again, Iason's lips suddenly left Riki's and he became aloof.
He pulled Riki off his body, turned around and walked away as silent as he came in. He walked slowly; slow enough to let Riki realized that he was toyed by Iason. Slow enough to let Riki felt challenged, then helpless because he could not do anything to Iason.
Iason stopped in front of the firmly shut door. "Cal." he called while taking off his gloves.
A silhouette stood out from the corner of the room and walked near Iason hurriedly. "Iason-sama." Cal the Furniture murmured.
With his head slightly bowed, Cal did not know his Master's expression now, although he could swear that Iason was smiling.
All he knew was Iason stretched out his hand and dropped the gloves that he took off. Cal swiftly stretched out his hands too, to receive the gloves.
"Wash him," Iason ordered when Cal held the gloves. Cal knew the 'him' was not the gloves - of course - but the mongrel sitting on the floor, still panting rapidly. "And send him to the room later."
The room was Iason and Riki's room. Well, originally, it was Iason's but after the Mimea's incident, Iason ordered Riki to move from Apathia to Eos, to stay with him, in order to keep an eye on Riki.
"Yes, Iason-sama."