Sudden Urge
Being a food thrall, your Master usually keeps you in a deep sleep that He and only He can wake you from. This time, He wakes you from your sleep with something different in mind than usual.
A little mini story for October!
You're pulled from your state of slumber. Your body is sluggish, your brain even more so.
The first thing you see when you open your eyes are His eyes. They shimmer and bubble and your thoughts recede peacefully.
There's hunger in His eyes. More than usual. As His thrall, it's your duty to feed Him.
Instinctively, you lift your chin and expose your neck. His eyes glance down at it, and their hunger increases, and yet He does not act. Instead, He runs a few clawed fingers down your bare chest.
The hunger in His eyes is different. You feel the faintest sense of surprise, before it's washed away in another wave of tranquil submission. Whatever your Master wishes to use you for, He is welcome to.
His cold fingers run over your limp dick, and He traces a thumb under the head of your dick as His eyes pulse. You feel yourself stiffen up immediately, rising to full mast. He's pleased. You're relaxed.
He pushes your thighs apart, and licks a canine. You shiver and lift your chin a little more, desperate for a bite. You love feeding Him.
His eyes pulse again, and you shiver and whimper. Apparently His lust comes before His hunger.
He grinds His cool dick against your chest, leaving streaks of cold pre in your fur. The temperature holds your attention. For some reason, you weren't expecting His throbbing dick to be cool, almost cold, and the strange sensation of it being rubbed into you becomes your sole focus.
Besides His eyes, of course - but those are less of a focus, and more of an all-consuming void in place of your brain.
He snarls and pushes your knees up, leaving you completely presented to Him. You don't move, just remaining still and relaxed. If He wanted you to move, you would know.
Being penetrated by His icy length would have made you gasp, if the urge wasn't snuffed out by His pulsating eyes the instant it arose. Your reaction to the unusual sensation instead comes out as a quiet huff, and a little squirm.
Master is ravenous. He thrusts into you in a rapid rhythm, snarling and digging His claws into your flesh. You remain as still and relaxed as you can, but His animalistic need is rubbing off on you, and you begin to moan along with His thrusts as He quickens his pace. He flashes His fangs, and you recoil in a mix of pleasure and fear.
You practically thrust your throat into His mouth, and He still doesn't bite. You've never been anything but food for Him, and you know of no higher pleasure. You want to beg for it, but you can't do anything but melt under the relaxing, mind-melting pleasure of His eyes. You're nothing in the face of such incredible, overpowering beauty.
He wraps His wings completely around you, holding tightly around your shoulders as He pushes himself in to the hilt. His cum is cold, and there's a lot of it. You pant hard, your own length sandwiched between your chest and His cold body.
He studies you quietly as His orgasm winds down. His feral stare slowly fades into His usual calm expression, with a hint of curiosity. He seems to be lost in thought for a moment, as His breathless body weighs lightly on yours.
He lunges forward and sinks His teeth into your neck.
Your whole body tightens as they sink deep, and slowly relaxes as He begins to drink. His eyes are still fixed on your as you serve your highest purpose, and you sink into the soft sheets below you as He drinks His fill.
He detaches from your neck, and His eyes flash brightly. You feel sleep creeping up on you as He lulls you back into your default state, a deep slumber from which only He can wake you.
The last thought you can muster before you sink back down into sleep is simple: what got into Him?