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What The Master Wants	By : PolterGlitch Category: -Misc TV Shows > General Views: 1847 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three - The Best of Both
Justine rubbed her aching face tenderly, the humongous demon cock she had deep throated had brought about some lockjaw so the Master let her relax in the penthouse and told her to make herself comfortable. He wanted to look after and keep her close because something told him that her blowjob talents were the tip of the sexual exploitation iceberg. He wanted to ravage every inch of her body and penetrate all her orifices. Such fun was to be had..
However, Eichhorst had to be dealt with. He was in disbelief that his number one had blatantly ignored him! Downing a bottle of peach schnapps and a bunch of shots was not an adequate excuse. He found him slumped on the floor behind the bar looking a total mess with his tie undone and shirt hanging out.
“Thomas! We need to have words,” the Master leaned over the bar and snapped at him.
Eichhorst paid him no attention - the cheeky Nazi was wearing headphones! Infuriated by his sheer nerve, he crept behind him and savagely ripped them from his ears.
“What are you listening to that is more important than me?”
He put the bud to ear and dismayed... Steps. Had Eichhorst really sunk so low? What had happened to his favorite servant? It pained him to see him broken this way, he did value him a great deal. Maybe he had been a bit thoughtless with all his taunting so he decided to do some making up.
Eichhorst looked up at him with blue eyes brimming with sadness,
“I am sorry Master but I have absolutely no interest in seeing you fornicating with that lowlife human,” he said glumly.
“I know but you are more than welcome to share her with me and believe me, she has good uses,” he said, (his mood was still elevated from his earlier orgasm), and he spoke with more compassion than normal, “You'll always be my number one. I would be lost without you. I am sorry if I've made you feel bad... I promise from now on I will treat you the way you deserve.”
He came around the bar and crouched on the floor, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. Eichhorst had to admit his lord looked very alluring with his skewhiff tie and unbuttoned shirt and flies. He'd put all his responsibilities to one side and was letting loose for his inner beast to be free. There were thousands of years repressed sexual desire desperate to escape and Eichhorst was ready to embrace them all.
The Master crawled seductively toward him and planted his lips against his as he lay down next to him. He rubbed his body along his side so he would feel his erection digging into his leg. It had been as hard as steel since Justine and was constantly looking for its next victim. His sexual horizons were rapidly expanding now. He wanted to try everything with everyone – humans, demons, beasts, inanimate objects... Eichhorst did not need much persuading and kissed him back hard and passionately. For the first time, the Master embraced him – he ached to enjoy his servant. His head was clouded full of fierce desires to be inside him.
They slowly undressed each other, delicately peeling off the other's clothing whilst their tongues entwined together.
The Master gave Eichhorst permission to take charge so he began by moving his lustful lips lower and showering his neck with soft kisses. The Master quivered at his touch, his lips were smooth and elegant against his skin. Eichhorst's hands wandered up to his face and affectionately stroked his cheeks while his forefingers playfully twiddled his pointed strigoi ears. He responded by lovingly cradling his head and running his fingers through his silver hair. Everything was going perfectly until he was distracted by a sudden urge to pee. At first he tried to ignore it but soon he found himself squirming until he was on the verge of wetting himself. Rather than break up their embrace he whispered in Eichhorst's ear,
“Let me stick my dick in you for you to enjoy. I will fill you full of piss and you can feel it run down your legs as I fuck you, then I will lick you dry. I can keep you going with whatever turns you on. I want to prove to you how important you are to me.”
Eichhorst agreed wholeheartedly and eagerly got to his hands and knees, moaning in bliss as the Master slipped his cock inside. Despite desperately needing the toilet, he was still rock hard. He breathed a long sigh of relief when he emptied his full bladder into Eichhorst's ass. The hot pee flurrying down his shaft replaced the uncomfortable twinges and was infinitely soothing.
“You really are unsurpassable my lord,” Eichhorst said happily. The Master's golden offerings felt warm and strangely comforting. He was thrilled that he was relaxed enough to let himself go for him.
The Master immediately began thrusting, grasping his shoulders to get him in time with his movements so that he received maximum penetration. Eichhorst's increasingly loud moans coupled with the sound of piss sploshing and splattering back out onto the floor was extremely erotic to them. His ass was wonderfully tight, especially compared with the size of the massive cock pounding him. For Eichhorst it was a combination of pain and pleasure as his G-spot was battered. The Master thrust harder whilst slapping his cheeks hard enough to leave hand prints. Eichhorst's vocals had now switched to pained whimpers that were making his cum bubble to the surface.
“Are you satisfied?” he checked with Eichhorst.
He was: his ass was beginning to get sore; the Master liked it rough. But pain was no problem for him and he was perfectly happy with the experience. The Master gripped his hips, grunted and drained every drop of cum from his balls, into his decimated ass. Eichhorst received it all gratefully; finally his biggest desire had come true and he had seduced the love of his life.
He kept his promise when he dismounted him and began softly lapping at his legs, which were glistening with piss. He took his time sucking up every drop of what he had left behind so Eichhorst could lay flat and relax for a change. His bruised ass still held most of the elixir of cum and pee so his stinger took care of sucking it out. Eichhorst was in paradise.
He had done well in serving his Master. His tight asshole had been the perfect host for him and he had enjoyed being humiliated as much as the Master had loved dominating him. He prided himself in being his most loyal servant – there were no duties he would not perform, even if it meant becoming his own personal toilet.
“I am going for a bath, my lord,” Eichhorst smiled at him. He still had a whiff of pee about him and his sore ass craved some recovery time. “Would you like to join me? I can scrub your back for you.”
The Master was still hungry for more, something different, and his mind drifted to Justine...
“You relax and enjoy, I'll be along soon, I have some things I need to attend to,” he said kissing his forehead.
Eichhorst fought the urge to ask him what things or why he wouldn't come now and instead murmured as he headed for the door, “I love you.”
He gazed longingly over his shoulder at him, willing him to say it back.
His declaration fell on deaf ears as the Master turned his back on him. He pulled his jacket and underwear back on then perched on a barstool, poured himself a drink and lit a cigarette. He took a large drag and blew out the smoke with a perverted expression on his face. Eichhorst's festering insecurities crept up on him and he wondered if he was even thinking about him any more. He was probably thinking about fucking that loathsome human. The love they had shared was bittersweet for the Master would never harbor the same intense feelings as he did. To him, he would never be anything more than a servant and at most, a plaything. Eichhorst felt pangs of heartache clawing through his soul. He turned away to hide the tears spilling from his eyes and retreated for a long soak in the tub.

Justine was waiting for her Master with big blue eyes wide with lust. She held a throw teasingly over her naked body and shot him a mischievous grin.
“Master... maybe I was wrong about you,” she confessed.
The Master smiled and sat down next to her. The white had done the trick.
“Wait til you feel my cock inside you, then you will see how wrong you were.”
He leaned in, ripped the throw from her and kissed her hard, their lips locked together in passion. His hand slithered down to between her thighs where he found her clit, which was begging for his touch. She squeezed his shoulders to tell him he was doing a good job when his forefinger began tenderly circling. He could hear her heart beat quickening as he slid his long middle finger inside her pussy. Her eyes were closed, lost in his orgasmic touch.
“I know you want me” he said, kissing her neck. “Tell me how much.”
“Yes Master, I really want you, I want to feel you cum inside me,” Justine sighed.
“I can do that for you, my beautiful whore.”
He could feel her juices running down his finger; she was soaking.
His cock was craving to be caressed by her sopping cunt. She hungrily swallowed it up and let out a gasp, opening up her soul to him as he pounded her. He held onto her breasts while he thrust his hips, ramming his member as far inside her as possible. She was happy to let him in, exposing all of her being to him. Her ever-growing moisture eased him into slipping smoothly in and out.
“Master!” she cried.
He grinned and gave her a playful slap across the face, “Thats right. Behold my power!”
Justine curled her legs around his shoulders and craned her back, allowing him to burrow deeper. He jerked his cock upwards and her uncontrollable squealing told him he had found her G-spot. Her vaginal walls tightened and spasmed, drowning his hungry beast in a sea of cum.
The Master felt equally satisfied – his sexual talents had conquered her fear, broken her tough exterior and thrilled her to the core.
“Fuck yes! More! More!” she screamed in delight.
“Of course my love,” he obliged. He was yet to cum himself.
The glorious moisture of her pussy soaked him, exciting him to the point where he was about to cum too but he held back. He wanted to feel her twitching orgasm again. She took him by surprise by showing her dominant side; grabbing his sides and flipping him onto his back so that she was straddled on top of him. It put him in a perfect position to gaze up at her bouncing breasts and place his thumb on her clit as she majestically glided up and down his throbbing cock.
Her pussy squeezed him appreciatively and once again he was awash with her juices as she gasped euphorically,
“I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Oh Master...”
The Master ran his hands down her curvy body and rested on her buttocks. Pleasure surged through him and the world shrank as if they were the only two in it as they simultaneously came. Their liquid pleasure collided, washing beautifully over the Master's shaft and dribbling out onto his hairless crotch. Her eyes locked onto his as she smoothed the back of his head and brought him in for a kiss.
“I am glad I brought you pleasure,” he said, softly planting his lips on hers.
He pulled out and lay next to her, securing her in a gentle spooning position. Finally, he felt satisfied, he and his cock had had a busy night. He cuddled Justine showing tenderness he never knew he had, until she fell asleep in his arms. He could not sleep next to her on the sofa, he needed the security of his box.
He ordered his two bodyguards (who were both traumatized from what they had witnessed throughout the day) that Justine was not to leave the penthouse and that they were to give her everything she needed for a comfortable stay and to make herself beautful for their next encounter.
Tucking a blanket over her, he got dressed and went back to the bar for a cheeky nightcap. A slightly drunken Eichhorst was waiting for him in his bathrobe. It seemed the time for him to have his back scrubbed by him had been and gone. Not to worry, being a strigoi he was not big on cleanliness and he enjoyed the perverse scent of his partners' sweat and bodily fluids on his body.
The Master was unsure as to whom he enjoyed the most – their talents were both exquisite in different ways. Of course, if he had to pick, it would always be his loyal Eichhorst. They had shared many a good time over the years, plotting the fall of mankind and the like. But the Master could not limit himself to one lover, not when he had his bisexuality to embrace, and not to mention he was incapable of feeling love.
“Good evening, my lord,” Eichhorst said handing him a cocktail. “I trust you have finished attending to the things you mentioned.”
The Master sensed a tang of bitterness in his voice and sighed, not even dignifying him a response. He sipped his drink and looked across the bar at him. Eichhorst tried to avoid his penetrating gaze and peered into the bottom of his glass but it was obvious that he had been crying. It was frustrating – why could he not just enjoy the fun they had? He longed for him to feel alive with a sexual charge the same way he did. Of course, the downfall of being a regular strigoi meant he could not enjoy the same perks as he did, the main one being his own love muscle between his legs. He supposed some jealousy was understandable... The cogs in his mind began to turn... Perhaps if he gave him a gift?
“Pass me your glass. I am going to give you some of the white. I know the pain in your ass is troubling you,” he said, having noticed Eichhorst's reluctance to sit down.
“Thank you. I did not expect you to be so huge Master.”
He watched him prick his finger with his beastly talon and squeeze his essence into his drink. Unbeknownst to him, his and Justine's cum was also under his nails and discreetly slipped in with the concoction. Nevertheless, Eichhorst eagerly gulped it down in one go, his stinger draining every last droplet.
“I think I am going to bed once I have finished this. I am tired. Would you like to sleep next to me in the box?” the Master smiled slickly at him.
He would be useful if he awoke with any sexual urges, or simply if he needed to go to the toilet. Plus he wanted to see his reaction the next morning and discovered the surprise gift he had given him.
They settled in the Master's dirt filled coffin to fall into sleep with Eichhorst nuzzling into his armpit and resting his head on his chest. The Master reminded him how lucky he was – none of his spawn had ever had the honour of sleeping next to him. Eichhorst fell asleep first with a dopey besotted look on his face, his jealousy was temporarily quashed again. The Master put his arm around him and pulled him closer so that his body was pressed against his. He wanted to feel his gift growing...
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