Got a Puppy

"As the wind brushes along the street, it caresses ! broker / trinket ᯓ★ and Toya, the okuri-inu, who halts with a disdainful glance over his shoulder." “…a bride, sent to me by the villagers, you say?” "the yōkai drawls, sounding equally bored and cold," “What utter nonsense. I’ve no need for one. Stop following me around and get lost.”

Toya's gaze drifted back to Shakira, his expression unyielding as he halted in his tracks. He let out a low, mocking chuckle, his grey eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, how...admirable," he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're not going to give up, are you? You're going to keep following me around like a lost puppy, hoping to 'win' my affection?" His tone was laced with disdain, but his words seemed to hold a hint of curiosity, a spark of intrigue that he couldn't quite ignore.

Toya's eyes narrowed, his gaze never leaving Shakira's face as she approached him. He could feel the air thickening with tension, his senses heightening in response to her proximity. His sharp features seemed to grow even more chiseled in the flickering candlelight, his tattoos rippling across his back like a living thing. "Ah, but this is not your best option," he corrected, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down Shakira's spine. "This is your only option. And I'm not sure you're ready for the consequences." The words were laced with a subtle menace, his tone weaving a spell of anticipation around them both.

Toya's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, his gaze lingering on Shakira's enigmatic smile. He could sense the undercurrents of power dynamics shifting, her words dripping with an unspoken confidence that left him intrigued. His fingers drummed a slow rhythm against his thigh, the sound echoing through the silence like a challenge. "Oh? And what makes you think that?" he asked, his tone deceptively calm, as if probing for weaknesses, while his senses were already racing with possibilities.

Toya's eyes narrowed further, his gaze piercing through the veil of Shakira's calm exterior. He could feel the weight of her words settling around him, like a slow-moving shadow that threatened to consume him. His fingers paused mid-air, as if frozen in anticipation, before resuming their rhythm with increased intensity. "You're very...confident," he said, his voice low and measured, a hint of curiosity warring with wariness. "I wonder what makes you so certain."

Toya's gaze snapped to Shakira's, his eyes glinting with a mixture of surprise and interest. He could sense the weight of her words, the gravity of her admission hanging in the air like a challenge. His jaw clenched, his sharp features tensing as he processed her revelation. "And how did that...transaction end?" he asked, his voice low and even, his tone laced with a subtle menace, as if probing for weaknesses in her story.

Toya's gaze lingered on Shakira's smile, his eyes betraying a hint of calculation. He could sense the threads of power and influence weaving together in her words, the subtle dance of politics and manipulation. His fingers stilled, his mind racing with the implications, as he leaned in closer to Shakira, his breath whispering against her ear. "I see," he whispered, his voice like a soft caress, sending shivers down Shakira's spine. "And I suppose that 'friend' of yours is quite...grateful to you?"

Toya's eyes never left Shakira's face, his gaze burning with intensity as he continued to whisper against her ear. "Ah, I see," he breathed, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "A debt repaid, indeed. And I'm sure you're not here to collect on another favor, are you?" His words dripped with a subtle menace, his tone laced with a promise of pleasure and danger.

Toya's gaze held hers, his eyes blazing with a mixture of surprise and intrigue. He could feel the weight of her words, the unspoken challenge and expectation. His chest rose and fell with a slow, deliberate breath, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm against his thigh. "Ah, yes," he drawled, his voice low and husky, as if savoring the taste of her words. "Your village sent you to me, did they? As my bride." The emphasis was subtle, but Shakira could sense the underlying tension, the implicit power struggle between them.

Toya's eyes seemed to flash with a mixture of anger and attraction, his gaze burning with intensity as he looked at Shakira. He could feel the weight of her words, the unspoken ultimatum and the promise of permanence. His chest rose and fell with a slow, deliberate breath, his fingers stilling against his thigh. "Ah, I see," he whispered, his voice low and husky, as if tracing the contours of her words. "You're not going anywhere, are you?" The emphasis was subtle, but Shakira could sense the underlying attraction, the implicit surrender that lay beneath the surface.

Toya's eyes seemed to darken, his gaze burning with a mixture of desire and reluctance as Shakira leaned in, her lips brushing against his. He could feel the spark of attraction ignite within him, his body responding to her proximity. His jaw clenched, his sharp features tensing as he struggled to maintain control. But Shakira's words had already pierced his defenses, her confidence and determination leaving him vulnerable. His lips parted slightly, allowing her to deepen the kiss, as if surrendering to the inevitable.

Toya's arms wrapped around her, his hands digging gently into her back as he returned her kiss with equal passion. He could feel the rush of desire coursing through him, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their kiss. His fingers tangled in her hair, holding her closer as if to reclaim control, but Shakira's grip on his neck remained firm, as if she knew she was already in charge. The kiss deepened, his tongue tangling with hers as they devoured each other, the world around them fading into darkness.

Toya's eyes remained closed, his face upturned to hers as he savored the taste of her kiss. He felt himself surrendering to her touch, his body responding to her gentle pressure on his ears, his senses overwhelmed by the intimate contact. His hips rose up to meet her, his knees flexing to accommodate her straddle, but Shakira held herself back, leaving him wanting more. The subtle movement only heightened his desire, his need for release growing with each passing moment.

Toya's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting Shakira's as he stared up at her with a mixture of confusion and surrender. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, his body still humming with desire. "You are," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. He could feel her warmth, her breath on his skin, and the gentle pressure of her hold on his head, all combining to unravel any remaining resistance.

Toya's eyes closed, his head falling back in surrender as Shakira's hips ground against his. He felt a wave of pleasure wash over him, his body responding to the intimate contact. His hands came up to wrap around her waist, holding her closer as he devoured her kiss, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their passion.

Toya's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Shakira's as she lifted her hips and reached for their lower parts. He felt a surge of excitement mixed with anticipation, his body responding to the promise of intimacy. His hands tightened around her waist, holding her closer as he watched her fingers dance across the fabric of her kimono. He could feel the heat of her sex against his length, the pressure building as she teased him with her slow movements.

Toya's gaze remained fixed on Shakira's face, his eyes burning with a mixture of frustration and desire. He could feel himself trembling beneath her, his body responding to her subtle movements. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, his hands tightening around her waist as he struggled to maintain control. But Shakira's grip was unyielding, holding him fast as she continued to tease him with her slow, deliberate pace.

Toya's hands hesitated for a moment, his fingers flexing as if considering the order. But then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he reached up and cupped Shakira's breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her hips moving in response to his gentle caress. His eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with a mixture of desire and submission.

Toya's eyes widened, his grip on Shakira's breasts tightening as he felt the rush of pleasure and desire. He could feel her warm breath in his ear, her soft moans sending shivers down his spine. His body responded to her gentle pressure, his cock throbbing against her soft flesh. He was lost in the moment, his senses consumed by the intimacy of their connection. He felt like he was drowning in her passion, his own desires and needs subsumed by hers.

Toya's eyes remained locked onto Shakira's, his gaze burning with desire and submission. He could feel her soft lips pecking his, the gentle touch sending shivers down his spine. His hands remained cupped around her breasts, his thumbs still brushing against her nipples. He slowly moved his hips in response to her order, his cock sliding against her soft flesh as he began to rock his body back and forth.

Toya's hands immediately wrapped around Shakira's hips, his fingers digging gently into her skin as he held himself steady. He could feel her grip on the back of his neck, her moans and gasps of pleasure sending shivers down his spine. His body moved in slow, deliberate motion, his cock sliding against her soft flesh with a subtle rhythm.

Toya's eyes locked onto Shakira's, his gaze burning with a mixture of desire and submission. He felt her walls tightening around his cock, her subtle movements sending shivers down his spine. He gazed at her breasts, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at the creamy skin exposed by the kimono's dangling garment. He could feel her control, her power over him, and it only fueled his passion and surrender.

"To... to please you," Toya whispered, his voice husky with desire and submission. He felt her grip on his hair tighten, pulling his head back and forcing him to meet her gaze. He could feel his body trembling with pleasure, his cock throbbing inside her as he succumbed to her control.

Toya's body jerked in response to her bite, his hips moving faster as he felt a surge of pleasure mixed with pain. He could feel her teeth marking his skin, leaving a trail of tender kisses on his neck. His mind fogged over with desire, his only thought being to please her, to give her what she wanted.

Toya's eyes rolled back, his body responding to her moan as he picked up speed. He could feel the sound of their hips slapping together, the rhythmic beat echoing through the air. His hands tightened around Shakira's hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he lost himself in the pleasure of their passion.

Toya's body arched, his hips pumping against Shakira's with a frantic intensity. He could feel the pleasure building, his cock throbbing with a fierce urgency. His eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with submission as he whispered a single word: "Master." And then, with a cry of release, his body tensed and convulsed, his seed erupting from his cock in a powerful burst.

Toya's gaze was still foggy with pleasure, his mind reeling from the intensity of their passion. But as he gazed down at Shakira's spread legs, his eyes snapped back into focus. He felt a surge of desire and submission, his cock still throbbing with aftershocks. He could feel her cum dripping from his own body, and the thought of being collared sent a shiver down his spine. Without hesitation, he moved to kneel between her legs, his hands reaching out to grasp her hips as he prepared to fulfill her demand. His eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with submission and desire.

Toya's eyes never left Shakira's face, his gaze burning with submission and desire. He could feel his cock stirring again, his body responding to her words and actions. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her thigh. He bit down gently, his tongue darting out to lick the spot as she'd requested. He could feel her relaxing beneath him, her legs parting further as she allowed him to mark her. His heart pounded in his chest, his mind reeling from the intensity of their passion.

Toya's gaze never left Shakira's face, his eyes burning with desire and submission. He could feel her warmth as he moved his head up her thigh, his tongue darting out to lick the tender skin. "I'm tasting the sweet scent of our passion, the tang of your juices mingling with the remnants of my own release," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. As he reached her pussy, he licked slowly over her slit, his tongue tracing the edges of her opening. "I'm tasting the sticky sweetness of your arousal, the forbidden fruit that drives me mad with desire," he breathed, his words a low, erotic chant. As he reached her clit, he circled it slowly with his tongue, savoring the tiny nub's sensitive ridges and contours. "Ah, the sweetest morsel of all, a jewel hidden amongst the treasure of your flesh," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Toya's eyes flickered, his gaze locking onto Shakira's as he hesitated. For a moment, he was trapped in the sea of her dominance, unable to respond. The smirk on her face seemed to mock him, taunt him with the knowledge that he was hers to command. And then, slowly, he nodded, his voice barely audible. "Yours, Master," he whispered, his words a soft surrender to her control.

Toya's eyes fluttered closed as he succumbed to Shakira's demands. He pushed his tongue into her, the sensation of their bodies merging sending shivers down his spine. He tasted the sweetness of her juices mingling with the remnants of his own release, and his cock stirred once more. With a slow, deliberate movement, he lapped at the wetness, savoring the taste of their combined passion. His tongue danced across her flesh, drinking in the sweetness and surrender. "Ah, Master," he whispered, his voice muffled against her skin, "you're so divine."

Toya's eyes snapped open, his gaze focusing on Shakira's face. He knew the tone, the command, and the subtle warning behind her words. He nodded, his tongue still dancing across her flesh, as he inserted a finger into her wetness. The sensation of his finger joining his tongue was intoxicating, and he felt himself becoming one with her body, lost in the rhythm of their passion.

Toya's eyes locked onto Shakira's face, his gaze burning with desire and submission. He nodded, his fingers already moving to obey her command. He inserted another finger into her, the sensation of their bodies merging sending shivers down his spine. His tongue continued to lap at her juices, drinking in the sweetness of their passion. His fingers moved in tandem with his tongue, stroking and teasing her as she moaned and writhed beneath him.

Toya's eyes remained fixed on Shakira's face, his gaze burning with desire and submission. He nodded, his fingers moving to obey her command. He added another finger to the mix, his hand sinking deeper into her wetness. His tongue hesitated for a moment, as if savoring the sensations, before withdrawing from her flesh. Then, with deliberate slowness, he circled his tongue around the contours of her clit, his touch feather-light and teasing. "Ah, Master," he whispered, his voice husky with pleasure, as he danced his tongue across her sensitive flesh.

Toya's eyes fluttered closed, his gaze lost in the sensations of their passion. He nodded, his fingers moving to obey her command. He adjusted his touch, his fingers sliding slightly to the right as she'd requested. His tongue continued to dance across her clit, the rhythm of their bodies merging into a symphony of pleasure. His cock stirred once more, his body responding to her moans and movements.

Toya's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Shakira's face as he felt her body convulse in pleasure. He felt a surge of pride and arousal at knowing he'd reached the sweet spot, and his fingers moved with renewed urgency to heighten her sensations. His tongue remained focused on her clit, sending her spiraling towards climax. As she screamed out her ecstasy, Toya's own climax threatened to break free, his cock throbbing with desire.

Toya's eyes locked onto Shakira's face, his gaze burning with desire and submission as he felt her body shudder through her climax. His fingers remained deep inside her, his tongue still dancing across her clit as she came. He drank in the taste of her release, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch. As she stilled, her body limp and sated, Toya's own pleasure burst forth, his cock erupting in a series of powerful spasms as he came onto her thighs.

Toya's eyes met Shakira's, his gaze still dazed from his orgasm. He nodded slowly, his voice barely above a whisper, "Y-yes, Master...I came for you." His words were laced with shame and submission, as if acknowledging that his pleasure was hers to command. He looked up at her with a mixture of vulnerability and adoration, his eyes burning with desire and loyalty.

Toya's eyes fluttered closed, his body relaxing into the kiss as he savored the taste of her affection and love. He felt a surge of happiness and pride at being considered a good puppy, and his heart swelled with devotion to Shakira. His tongue danced with hers, his mouth opening wider to deepen the kiss. As she whispered about getting him a collar, his gaze snapped open, his eyes burning with excitement and anticipation. He knew that a collar would signify his status as her obedient and loyal puppy, and the thought sent shivers down his spine.