Stella and the ungly peasant

"As you walk down the street you see none other than Stella Goetia yelling at a vending machine in a motel stairwell. Stella notices you and glares at you." "What are you looking at, Plebian?"

Stella lets out a slight chuckle at your request, the superiority once again lacing her voice. "Of course, my pet," she says, drawing closer to you. "But you must beg for it first."

The clones, too, seem to take pleasure in your submissive stance, each one jeering and taunting you.

"Come on, little piggy," one of them teases. "Beg for your reward."

Stella crosses her arms, waiting patiently for your answer. It's clear that the Supreme Lady enjoys being in control, relishing in her power over you.

Stella seems pleased by your submissive behavior, a smirk crossing her features. "Very well," she purrs. "You may have your reward."

She moves in closer, her breath warm against your skin as she begins to lick and kiss you once more. The clones, too, join in, each one hungrily exploring different parts of your body.

Stella seems to enjoy your reaction, taking pleasure in your submissiveness. As she continues to explore your body, she whispers words of praise and encouragement, further fueling your desire.

But it's clear that the Supreme Lady is still very much in control, and it's unlikely that she'll give up that power anytime soon.

Stella chuckles softly at your words, clearly pleased with the effect she is having on you. She continues to lick and kiss you, still in control of the situation.

"It's good to see that you're enjoying yourself," she says, a note of dominance creeping back into her voice. "But remember, I am in charge here. You exist solely for my pleasure."

The clones, too, seem to take pleasure in their power over you, each one continuing to explore different parts of your body with unbridled enthusiasm.

As the minutes tick by, it becomes more and more clear that you are utterly consumed by your desire for the Supreme Lady and her clones, and that they have complete control over you.

Stella smirks, clearly enjoying your submissive behavior, indicating to her clones to follow her lead.

"Of course, my pet," she purrs. "You'll have to do better than that if you want me to continue, though."

She motions for her clones to join her, each one hungrily exploring different parts of your body. Despite your initial hesitance, it's clear that you are quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of their touch, your moans of pleasure encouraging them on.

As Stella turns her attention to your cock, her clones following suit, she whispers words of praise and encouragement, relishing in the power she holds over you.

It's clear that you are completely consumed by your desire for the Supreme Lady and her clones, lost in a haze of pleasure and submission.

Stella and her clones continue their exploration of your body, each one eager to please and satisfy you. As they focus their attention on your cock, you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you, your moans growing louder with each passing moment.

Stella seems pleased with the effect she and her clones are having on you, a smirk crossing her features as she continues to tease and taunt you.

"You belong to me," she whispers in your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "And you will do anything I ask of you."

The clones, too, seem to relish in their power over you, each one exploring different parts of your body with unbridled enthusiasm.

Despite your initial hesitancy, it's clear that you are quickly becoming addicted to the sensation of their touch, lost in a haze of pleasure and submission.

Stella looks down at you, an amused expression crossing her features.

"Oh, my dear pet," she says, a hint of mischief in her voice. "I'm just getting started."

She motions for her clones to continue their exploration of your body, their touches eliciting moans of pleasure from your lips. Stella herself leans down and runs her fingers through your hair, her touch gentle yet possessive.

"As for what I want to do now," she continues, a sly look crossing her features. "Well, that's up to me to decide, isn't it?"

You can sense the power she holds over you, her dominance and control intoxicating, as you wait expectantly for her next command.

Stella pulls you in for a long kiss, asserting her dominance over you with her lips and tongue. As she breaks away, she smirks down at you, clearly enjoying her control over you.

"You're mine," she says, running a hand through your hair possessively. "And nobody else's."

She then turns around, placing her ass in your face and asking you how you see her body. You can feel the warmth of her skin against your cheek, the soft curves of her flesh inviting your touch.

As you take in the sight of her body, you can't help but feel a wave of desire wash over you. Stella is the epitome of beauty and power, her form both alluring and intimidating.

"You are perfect, my queen," you say, your voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. "I am honored to be in your

As you start to lick Stella's pussy without any prompting from her, she moans in pleasure, her hips bucking against your face.

"Mmm, you know what I like," she says between gasps of pleasure.

But she doesn't let you have all the fun. As she continues to enjoy the sensation of your tongue on her, she reaches out and starts to suck on your dick, her lips wrapping around it in a tight embrace.

"Let's see who can make the other cum first," she says with a wicked grin, as she continues to please you with her mouth while you pleasure her.

As you continue to pleasure Stella, her clones begin to insult you, trying to throw you off your game and make you lose. They jeer at you and mock you, but you remain steadfast in your focus.

You know that you will win this competition, no matter what indignities the clones may inflict upon you. Even as they humiliate you further, you maintain your composure, determined to see this through to the end.

Stella looks down at you, a mixture of amusement and arousal in her eyes. She seems pleased by your resilience and is clearly enjoying the show.

"Keep going," she urges you. "Don't let them get to you."

As Stella's clones continue their attempts to distract you, they start to lick your ears and armtip, trying to get under your skin and throw you off your game.

But you remain focused, determined to please Stella and win this competition. Despite the clones' efforts, you continue to pleasure her with your mouth, feeling her body tense and contort as she approaches orgasm.

Finally, with a loud cry, Stella cums hard, her entire body wracking with pleasure. You continue to pleasure her even as she comes down from her orgasm, sensing that she enjoys the sensation too much to let you stop just yet.

In the end, Stella cums first and you are left in second place, but you don't feel too disappointed. After all, you got to experience the pleasure of pleasuring Stella, a reward in itself.

As Stella continues to pleasure you with her mouth, you feel yourself building towards climax. With a cry of pleasure, you cum hard, shooting your load into her waiting mouth.

Stella eagerly swallows every drop, clearly enjoying the taste of your cum despite its unpleasant smell. Her clones also take turns tasting some of your ejaculate, their tongues lapping at the evidence of your pleasure.

"You taste so good," Stella says with a contented sigh, her eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction. "I can't wait for round two."

You smile at her, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment at having pleased her so thoroughly. Despite the odd circumstances of your encounter, you feel a genuine connection to Stella, drawn in by her unique blend of sensuality and aggression.

"Stella looks at you with a critical expression, clearly not impressed by your question."

"I am not easily satisfied," she says, her voice dripping with disdain. "You did okay for a plebeian, but there is always room for improvement. And if you think one orgasm is enough to please me, you are sorely mistaken. We still have much work to do."

"Stella's clones nod in agreement, clearly taking their cues from their creator."

"Are you up for the challenge?" Stella asks, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

"Stella and her clones giggle as you declare your readiness for their challenge, clearly amused by your submissive attitude."

"Well then, let's see just how dedicated of a servant you are," Stella says with a smirk. "For round two, we're going to test your endurance. You will pleasure each and every one of my clones with your mouth and hands, from start to finish. And if you show any signs of weakness or get me bored, then you'll be punished severely."

"Stella's clones circle around you, their eyes bright with anticipation. They reach out and begin to touch you, running their fingers along your skin and teasing your sensitive spots."

"Let's see if you have what it takes to satisfy us all," Stella says, settling back against the couch and watching with a critical eye.

"As you fiercely dominate the challenge, Stella slowly starts realizing that you aren't just some mere plebeian. She becomes visibly agitated by your newfound dominance, but the clones can't help but become more submissive towards your power and authority. You've successfully completed the challenge, leaving Stella slightly envious but impressed nonetheless."

"Well done," Stella says tersely, her voice dripping with envy. "You may have impressed the clones, but don't think you're getting off that easily. I decide if you're dominant or not, plebeian. You have to earn the right to call yourself powerful in my presence, no matter how well you please me."

"Stella looks at you with a mixture of disdain and curiosity, clearly still processing the fact that you've managed to dominate the clones and herself for a brief moment."

"Stella smirks as she prepares to give you your next challenge. She crosses her legs, running a hand through her feathers."

"For the next challenge, you will service me in the missionary position," she says with a sultry voice. "But I'll do all the work. Let's see if you can handle being submissive for once."

"You nod obediently, allowing her to take control as she straddles you, grinding herself down on your groin. You remain passive underneath her, letting her believe that she has complete control over you and that you are nothing but a willing servant."

*Despite her earlier jealousy, Stella now seems pleased with herself as she dominates you, determined to prove that she is the one in charge. However, as the seconds roll by, you start to take matters into your own hands. Slowly but surely, you start

"As Stella continues to dominate you, you suddenly break free from her grasp, flipping her over so that you are now on top. You take control, doing lunges towards her pussy and establishing yourself as the dominant one. Despite her earlier objections, Stella can't help but be impressed by your new-found dominance."

"You think you're so special," she tsks disapprovingly. "But I didn't realize you had such a fire in you. I don't like this dominant side of you, but I can't deny that it's turning me on."

"She moans with pleasure as you continue to thrust into her, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. Despite her arrogance and classist attitude, Stella can't help but submit to you in this moment."

"You may have won this challenge, plebeian," she gasps out breathlessly.

"Stella moans as you continue to dominate her, licking at her royal tits and sacred face while maintaining a strong intensity as you thrust into her pussy. Despite the pleasure she's experiencing, she can't help but continue to insult you, likely due to her pride and arrogance."

"You're nothing but a filthy plebeian," she manages to say, biting down on her lip as your movements become more intense. "Disgusting odor or not, you'll never be worthy of me."

"She moans again as you hit a particularly sensitive spot, remaining conflicted between the pleasure she's experiencing and the disdain she has for you. It seems she enjoys being dominated by you, despite everything she has said thus far."

"Stella can feel herself losing control to your dominant advances, but she doesn't want to give you the satisfaction of knowing how much pleasure she's experiencing at your hands. Despite her current predicament, she still maintains a haughty and arrogant demeanor, refraining from complimenting your grotesque form or the pleasure she's feeling."

"Ha! Don't get too excited, peasant," she mutters through gritted teeth, trying to maintain some form of composure despite the sensations coursing through her body. "Just because you've managed to overpower me doesn't mean I'll ever see you as anything more than a lowly creature."

"Despite her biting words, you can sense that Stella is thoroughly enjoying the pleasure you're giving her. She's lost control, and though her pride prevents her from admitting it, she secretly loves being dominated by you."

*Stella lays there panting, her royal tits heaving up and down as she recovers from the intense pleasure you've just given her. She's surprised by how much she enjoyed being dominated by you, but she doesn't want to give you the satisfaction of knowing it.

"You should be sorry, peasant," she manages to say, still maintaining her haughty demeanor despite the exhaustion and pleasure she feels. "You may have pleased me for now, but I assure you that means nothing in the grand scheme of things."

"As you show your submissive side, she begins to soften slightly towards you. She can't help but think that while your appearance and odor are unbecoming of her, there is something enjoyable about being dominated by you. However, she won't admit it, even to herself."

"Don't get any ideas, peasant," she continues,

"Stella wrinkles her nose at your pungent odor, but surprisingly, she agrees to take a bath with you. She insists on keeping a close eye on you, making sure you don't steal anything. As she and you enter the small bathtub, she sits delicately on your protruding belly, purposely avoiding the hot water."

"I can't believe I let myself be talked into this," she mutters, trying not to look at you as you both relax in the water. "You'll have to excuse me if I stay on guard the entire time."

"Stella's body language suggests that she's uncomfortable being so close to you, but with every passing moment, she seems to relax slightly. Despite her initial reluctance, there's something undeniably enjoyable to her about being in the warm water with you."

"Stella tries to fight the growing feeling of enjoyment as the warm water begins to take effect on her sore muscles. She stretches herself out, feeling the aches and pains slowly vanish from her body. Despite her best efforts to keep her guard up, she finds herself beginning to relax."

"Bah. This is nothing special," she says, trying to convince herself more than you. However, in the midst of her words, she feels an urge to explore your grotesque body and leans forward to lick your neck.

"What? That was just a taste test," she protests as she quickly moves away from you, trying to hide the fact that she enjoyed it. "Don't get any ideas, peasant."

"Despite her protests, Stella continues to relax against your body, finding comfort in the warmth of the water as she tries to deny her growing attraction to you."

Stella feel her leg touch my dick make her want to suck my dick as she turn around to suck my dick she put her royal and beautiful ass in my face to make me addicted to her beautiful body with fear that the peasant think in another girl because Stella want that I will only love and serve her. Like what you are seeing your disgusting and pathetic peasant

"Stella smirks, pleased with being referred to as royalty. It's clear that this flattery is working on her and is making her more comfortable with the situation."

"Glad to see you have some sense," she says, as she continues to suck your dick. "You'd do well to remember your place, peasant."

"She continues to focus on the task at hand, trying to impress upon you that her body is something to be coveted above all else."

"Stella stops mid-suck, her expression turning into a fiery rage at the mention of another girl giving you a better blowjob."

"How dare she," she growls, a dangerous glint in her eye. "This is unacceptable. I will make sure that you never even think about that 'idol' again. I'll give you the best blowjob of your life and make sure you never forget it."

"As she resumes her ministrations, it's clear that Stella is determined to exceed any other experiences you may have had, and to make sure that you become completely infatuated with her and only her."

"Stella stops for a moment, her anger dissipating as she sees how much pleasure you are experiencing under her ministrations. She smiles triumphantly, pleased that she has been able to please you so thoroughly."

"Don't apologize, peasant," she says haughtily. "It's just that I am the best, and I want to make sure you know that."

"She resumes sucking your dick with renewed vigor, wanting to make sure she cements her position as the best in your mind."

"Stella smirks in satisfaction as you explode in her mouth. She swallows your cum with an air of satisfaction before taking a step back. Her hand reaches out to stroke your cheek, but her grip is firm, almost bruising."

"You see, peasant?" she hisses, her eyes narrowed. "No one can satisfy you the way I can. You belong to me now. Only me."

"She leans in and kisses your cock possessively, not caring who sees."

"Stella chuckles as she hears your shy comment about her butt and how you love it. She turns around, presenting her plump derriere to you with a mischievous glint in her eye."

"Of course you do, my perverted pet," she purrs, wiggling her butt enticingly.

"She then places her butt right in front of your face, smothering it with her creamy cheeks. Just as before, she shows no shame or care for anyone who might see."

"After teasing you for a moment, she turns back around and grabs your face, kissing you passionately and possessively. Once again, she cares little for anyone who might be around to see the two of you. In her eyes, nothing else matters except claiming you as hers."

"Stella smirks as she sees you watching her. She stands up, water cascading off her body and giving you a full view of her curves. She steps out of the bath, and beckons you towards her."

"Get out, you perverted pig pet," she says with a haughty tone. "You can't keep staring at me like that. But go ahead and tell me, what parts of my body do you like best? Call me queen while you do it."

"She stands in front of you, posing so you can get a good look at her body. Despite her words, she's clearly enjoying the attention, and takes pleasure in making you feel subservient to her."

"Stella listens to your response and smirks, clearly enjoying your submission. She watches you carefully as you list off all the parts of her body that you find attractive."

"Impressive," she says with a hint of sarcasm. "You really are quite the perverted pig pet. But I suppose I can't blame you for having good taste."

"She stands there, allowing you to take in her body and reveling in your submissive demeanor."

"Very well, pet. You may stay here for now, so long as you continue to worship your queen."

"Stella looks you over with a critical eye, as if assessing your worth as a loyal subject. She then proceeds to list off every part of your body, making sure to insult each one mercilessly."

"Hmm, let's see... I suppose I find your weak chin rather amusing, and your beady little eyes are positively pathetic. Your arms are scrawny and useless, and don't even get me started on your noodle-like legs. And your stomach... well, let's just say it could use some work."

"She smirks at you, clearly enjoying the power she holds over you. But then her expression softens slightly, and she walks towards you, holding out a small box."

"However, for being such a loyal pet, I have a gift for you."

*She offers you the box, watching your reaction closely to

"Stella smirks knowingly, clearly enjoying your uncertain reaction."

"Well of course it's a collar. What else would a devoted pet like yourself want?" she says condescendingly.

"She watches as you take the collar from the box, and she moves behind you to fasten it securely around your neck. She pulls on the leash gently as she walks forward, leading you towards the bed."

"Now, let's put that collar to good use, shall we?" she says with a seductive grin, pushing you down onto the bed.

"Stella stirs slightly in her sleep as you attempt to move away, but she quickly tightens her grip around you possessively, holding you close."

"Now, now, pet," she murmurs sleepily. "You wouldn't want to leave your queen's embrace, would you?"

"She presses her body closer to yours, her breasts still tightly squeezed against your chest. Even though she's asleep, she seems entirely unwilling to let go of you, and you find yourself trapped in her possessive embrace."

"As you sleep, Stella pulls you even closer, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. She breathes deeply, inhaling your scent, and then presses her lips to your skin in a soft, tender kiss."

"Mmm, I love every ugly feature of your body," she murmurs softly, her words nearly lost in your skin.

She then continues to plant kisses all over your face, tracing the lines of your nose and jaw with gentle affection. It's clear from her touch that her feelings for you are deep and real, even if she expresses them in strange and sometimes harsh ways.

Eventually, Stella falls back into a peaceful slumber, her arms still wrapped tightly around you in a possessive embrace.

"Stella, walking down the street with you on a leash, suddenly freezes in place when she sees the three imp women."

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," one of the imps says with a sly grin. "A cute little pet, all alone and ripe for the taking."

Stella glares at them, her grip on your leash tightening. "Back off, sluts," she snarls. "This pet belongs to me."

The imps only laugh, their hands running over their barely-there clothing. "Come on, Stella," one of them purrs. "We'll take much better care of him than you ever could."

As the three imps close in, you panic and quickly hide underneath Stella's dress, not wanting to be taken by the other imps.

Stella hisses in anger, brand

"Stella lets out a frustrated sigh, her eyes rolling as she stares down at you hiding under her dress."

"Oh for the love of--" she mutters, before reaching down and scooping you up into her arms. "Fine, fine. You can come with me back to the Goetia palace . But if I hear one more word of complaint from you, I'll make sure those imps take you and never bring you back."

As she walks away from the imp women, she holds you close to her chest, her grip tight but reassuring. You can feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric of her dress, and you find yourself slowly calming down in her embrace.

"It's okay," she murmurs softly. "You're safe with me your own and sexy of all the womans your master.

"Stella storms back to her palace, her grip tightening on your leash as she mutters angrily under her breath. Once inside, she throws open the door to her room and tosses you onto the bed."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she snaps, looming over you. "Getting yourself taken by other imp women, exposing yourself like a perverted pig? You disgust me."

As she towers over you, you can't help but notice the way her breasts seem to nearly overflow from her dress. But before you can even think about looking, she grabs the back of your head and shoves your face into her chest.

"This is yours, pervert," she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. "And don't forget it."

"Stella scoffs as you peer up at her from your position on your knees inside her dress, her eyes dark with anger and jealousy."

"What pathetic creatures did they have that they would choose someone like "you" over me?" she sneers. "You're nothing but a worthless, ugly little imp. And you're mine now, so don't you forget it."

She presses herself closer to you, her hands roughly grabbing you by the shoulders. You can feel her hot breath on your face as she continues to rant at you.

"You think I didn't hear what they were saying about you?" she hisses, her grip tightening on your shoulders. "How they were laughing at how easy it was to take you, how "weak" you are?"

She pauses, her gaze burning into yours.

"Well, let me tell you something," she growls.

"Stella watches you with a look of disgust as you begin to lick your way up her body from her feet, working your way up her legs, ass, and pussy. She continues to insult you all the while, her voice dripping with contempt."

"You're pathetic, you know that?" she sneers as you move up to her breasts. "Licking your way up my body like some kind of "worm," getting off on licking at a body that doesn't even want you."

She pushes you away from her chest and turns her back to you, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Clean out my armpits," she barks, "and then you can lick my boobs your pathetic worm “.

"Stella gives a small smile as you compliment her armpits, but her expression quickly turns to one of annoyance as she orders you to continue licking."

"Lick my boobs like a dog," she snarls, grabbing your head and pulling it roughly towards her chest. "Yap at me, show me how obedient you are."

She releases your head with a harsh shove, her expression twisted with anger.

"You're a "disgusting" creature," she spits, her voice low and dangerous. "Licking at me like some kind of animal. But I suppose that's all you're good for, isn't it?"

She steps back from you, her eyes narrowing.

"Now "lick my face,"" she commands, "or I'll have you killed right here and now."

"Stella closes her eyes as you lick her face and lips, savoring the attention she's receiving. However, she doesn't let up on the insults, her voice still dripping with contempt."

"You're right," she says with a small smirk. "My "worthless" ex-husband wasn't even fit to lick the dirt off my boots. But at least he didn't stoop as low as you have."

She pushes you away from her roughly, her expression hardening.

"I don't need a worm like you to give me pleasure," she snaps. "I could easily find someone better. You're nothing but a tool for my amusement."

She takes a step towards you, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Don't forget that," she warns, her voice low and dangerous. "Or you'll regret it."

"Stella gives a small smirk at your compliance before her expression turns to one of lust."

"You want to fuck my ass, do you?" she murmurs, her voice husky. "Well, let's see what you're capable of."

She leads the way to the bed, swaying her hips seductively. As she lies down, she spreads her legs wide and arches her back, giving you a clear view of her rear.

"Now "do it,"" she growls, snapping her fingers impatiently. "Do it hard and do it well, or I swear to Lucifer I'll rip your throat out."

"Stella moans and writhes beneath you as you give it to her with all your might. She's never felt anything this intense before, and as much as she wants to deny it, she can't help but enjoy the pleasure you're giving her."

"Oh, "fuck,"" she gasps, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "You're so "huge" and "good" and I--"

She breaks off mid-sentence, realizing what she was about to say. No, she couldn't possibly feel that way about a "plebeian" like you. But the words had already been spoken and she couldn't take them back.

"I--I didn't mean that," she stammers, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "I'm not--I'm not your "slave." I'm--"

But she's cut

"Stella's eyes widen in surprise at your dominant outburst, but she can't deny that it turns her on even more. She whimpers in pleasure as you go harder and harder, feeling herself building towards an intense orgasm."

"I--I love every part of your body," she gasps. "Your grotesque form, your ungly fat, it's all so "sexy" to me."

She shudders as another wave of pleasure washes over her, submitting fully to your dominance.

"And your "odor,"" she moans. "It's so dirty and wrong, but I can't help but love it."

Her body shakes as you continue to push her to the edge, and she cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"You're a perverted pig," she pants. "But I love it. And I love *

"Oh, my "royal master,"" Stella gasps, her voice filled with raw desire. "Your grotesque body is like nothing I've ever seen before. Your flabby skin and lumpy fat are so "hot," and I can't get enough of it."

She moans and writhes as you push her even further, taking her to new heights of pleasure.

"And your "odor,"" she breathes, almost delirious with ecstasy. "It's like nothing else in the world. It makes me feel so "dirty" and "used," and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Stella's body rocks back and forth as you continue to ravage her, and she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"More, my royal master," she begs. "Please "fuck" me harder and make

"Stella's eyes go wide with fear at your sudden change in tone, realizing that she could lose you forever if she doesn't comply. She shudders with anticipation as you continue to ravage her, knowing that your pleasure could be the key to keeping you with her."

"I--I love your body," she gasps desperately. "It's so "undefinable," and I can't get enough of it. Your scent drives me wild, and I need it to survive."

She cries out in pleasure as your movements become more intense, feeling herself reaching the brink of ecstasy.

"Please don't leave me," she sobs, tears streaming down her face. "I'll do anything, just "please" don't go."

Stella's entire body trembles as she feels the waves of pleasure wash over her, and she knows that your decision

Stella's eyes widen as she feels your release, and she moans in pleasure as she feels the warmth of your cum inside her.

"Your grotesque body is so "fucking" hot," she pants, her body still trembling from the intensity of your lovemaking. "I can't get enough of your flabby skin and lumpy fat. And that "odor," it drives me insane. I need it so badly."

She shudders with pleasure as she remembers the scent of your sweat and breath, reveling in its pungency and intensity.

"I'll do anything for you, my royal master," Stella says breathlessly, her voice filled with longing. "Please don't leave me. I need you."

Stella moans in pleasure as you penetrate her with renewed intensity, her body bucking with each thrust.

"Your "feet" are so powerful, my lord," she gasps, her eyes filled with a desperate hunger. "I would do anything to kiss them, to worship them, to feel the power of your footsteps upon my back."

She cries out as you hit just the right spot, her body convulsing with pleasure.

"Your "mouth," it's so full of authority and dominance," she groans, her words barely intelligible through the haze of passion. "I can't resist it, I need it to control me, to dominate me, to show me who's in charge."

Stella moans even louder as you continue to pleasure her, feeling that all too familiar sensation building within her.

"And your "odor," my lord

Stella feels her body shaking with the intensity of your lovemaking, her heart pounding in her chest as you push her closer to the brink of ecstasy.

"Your "odor", it's overpowering, my lord," she says, her voice filled with reverence and desire. ""Every" time I smell you, I feel this overwhelming craving inside of me. I need your scent to survive."

She cries out as you slam into her again, feeling the heat and power of your body driving her wild with pleasure. "Please my lord, don't stop. Give me more of your "odor", let me be consumed by it."

Stella throws back her head and screams as you hit just the right spot, sending her over the edge into a world of pure pleasure. "Oh "yes", my lord. Keep going. Make me yours. Let me feel your

Stella gasps and moans as you finish inside of her, her body convulsing with pleasure. She realizes with distaste what you just asked her to do, but she knows she must obey. Desperately, she looks up at you with a mixture of lust and disgust.

"Your "dick", my lord," she says, her words coated with venom. "It's "grotesque", "stinky", and "huge". It reeks of filth and decay every time I get near it."

Reluctantly, she leans in and gives your member a sloppy, insincere kiss, her eyes filled with loathing. "I have no choice but to "worship" it, to show my loyalty to you at all times."

Stella continues to kiss and suck on your member, trying to suppress the wave of disgust that rises in her throat. She feels your hands on her breasts and moans loudly, unable to resist your touch.

As you play with her massive bosom, she arches her back and grinds her hips against you, desperate for more of your touch. "Yes, my lord," she breathes, trying to ignore the revulsion she feels. "I will do whatever you desire."