Chapter 78: Little dog, live

The chain lay warm in Erik’s palm. Five-colored light crawled along the metal like living veins. At the other end stood Meira in the white dress, both hands behind her back, pointed ears tipped slightly forward, green eyes lit with a happiness so raw it was almost indecent.

"Master." She said it again, softer. "Master’s little dog is here."

Erik looked at the collar he had just locked around her throat. Looked at the woman who, a few minutes ago, had been crying while asking him for a family. Then looked at the chain she had placed in his hand the way one places a wedding ring.

He exhaled.

Meira took that breath as agreement and stepped closer. The chain slackened. She rose on her toes, cheek against his jaw, and whispered against his skin: "Can we go inside? The little dog still wants... one more thing."

"What thing."

She did not answer at once. First she rubbed her face against him, like an animal confirming its master’s scent, then took his sleeve and pulled him off the balcony. The wooden villa received them with the smell of pine and warm lamp oil. Inside was a wide bed, white sheets already laid out, and a recording crystal floating beside the cabinet as if it had been prepared hours earlier.

Erik’s gaze stopped on the crystal.

Meira’s smile carried guilt in a way that had no intention of confessing.

"The people in the group chat." She said. "They are the viewers too. Until now they have only been allowed to watch recordings. Tonight I want them to see it live."

"No."

One word, flat. Meira did not collapse from the refusal. She folded her knees on her own and sat on the wooden floor, the white dress spreading out, looking up at him from the height of his thighs. The crystal on the collar caught the lamplight. She put both hands on the floor and bent until her cheek rested against his leg.

"Please, Master."

Erik looked down. The Elemental Lord of the safe zone, mistress of four commercial centers and a private hospital, was now pressing her face to his pant leg like a little dog told to wait.

"Meira."

"They already know." Her fingers gripped the cloth at his calf. "They have seen the video. Seen the photos. If the little dog performs for Master and they happen to watch, it is only extra. Master does not need to look at the chat. Master does not even need to speak. Just let them see who I belong to."

He still did not answer. Meira drew one breath, then another, and threw the last of her dignity out of her own voice.

"Woof."

Erik closed his eyes.

"Don’t."

She barked once more, quieter. The sound broke on a laugh she could not swallow in time. Then she rubbed her head against his thigh and whispered: "Master, please. The little dog will be good. The little dog will only look at Master. If Master says stop, the crystal shuts off in one second."

The chain shifted slightly in his hand. Meira felt it and went still at once, exactly like an animal waiting for a hand.

Erik looked at the crystal. Looked at the woman on the floor. Thought of the group chat with the respectable name, filled entirely with beauties who had almost crushed their wine glasses over a recording.

He sighed from deep in his chest.

"Fine."

Meira lit up all over. She lunged just far enough to kiss the back of his hand, then dropped again, crawling on her knees to the cabinet, the white dress dragging on the floor, golden hair spilling down her back. The crystal woke under her fingertip. A pale frame of light appeared in the air, aimed at the bed and the stretch of floor between them. Viewer names stacked at once into a column at the side.

Safe Zone Noble Ladies’ Society.

Eight names. Then nine, when someone who had been silent for weeks suddenly lit up.

The first messages arrived before Meira even crawled back.

...

[Lilith:] Meira. Why is it live.

[Ysera:] Is the crystal broken. Why is it pointing at the floor.

[Ravia:] Wrong button?

[Laviana:] That’s a bed.

[Sleepless Lady:] Not a hospital bed.

[Lilith:] MEIRA.

...

Meira did not look at the light frame. She dropped onto her hands and knees in the middle of the room, the white dress slipping off one shoulder, and began to crawl. Every movement was slow, obedient, filthy enough that she did not need to take the rest of the clothes off. Her large breasts swayed in the thin fabric. The chain scraped faintly on the floor behind her. When she reached Erik she did not stand. She pressed her forehead to the wood between his feet, then dragged herself forward until her cheek lay on his thigh, her mouth level with the place that was growing hard.

"Master." She said it loud enough for the crystal to catch. "Pet the little dog’s head."

Erik’s fingers sank into the golden hair. He scratched behind one pointed ear, exactly where she liked it, slowly, and felt the whole of Meira’s spine go soft. His other hand gathered the chain into his palm.

"Good girl."

Meira made a sound that was not a word. She turned her face and kissed the inside of his knee, then higher, her nose rubbing along the cloth until her lips met his heat. "The little dog wants to stay like this." She whispered. "On the floor. At Master’s feet. Master use my mouth. Use my breasts. The little dog will not stand until Master pulls the chain."

The light frame on the left exploded with messages.

....

[Ravia:] ERIK... AND MEIRA!!!

[Lilith:] What the hell is this? Can you two really not leave me in peace for a single second?

[Ysera:] Damn it! Meira! Stop kneeling, let me kneel in your place!

[Laviana:] Meira. Switch with me. Just one minute. I’m begging you...

[Sleepless Lady:] I’m begging you both, I was already so sleepy! Last time I burned through almost all my stored blood!

[Ravia:] I don’t need a minute. Twenty seconds. Fifteen. I can hold my breath.

[Lilith:] Why is his body that perfect? That is not a man. That is a masterpiece.

[Ysera:] Look lower. That thing is a national treasure. Put it in a museum and charge by the second.

[Laviana:] That thing.. that thing...

....

Erik did not read a single line. Neither did Meira. She only felt the hand in her hair and the weight of the chain, and that was enough for the inside of her thighs to go wet before he even touched her there.

She used both hands to free him. His cock rose under the lamplight, thick, flushed, heavy enough that she had to hold it a moment to steady it. Meira looked at it the way some women look at jewels. Then she bent down and dragged her tongue in one long line from the base to the head.

"Mm." The sound escaped while her mouth was still open. "Master smells so good. The little dog missed this."

She took him in. Not all at once. She let the head pull her lips, let saliva gather, then pushed until her throat clenched around him and the bridge of her nose pressed into the black hair at his groin. Her wet green eyes shone. She held there, swallowing around him, then pulled off with a wet sound and immediately sank down again.

Erik’s breath broke. His fingers tightened in her hair, not forcing, only holding. The chain chimed every time her body swayed.

Meira released him, a string of saliva still connecting her lower lip to the shaft. She cupped her breasts with both hands, yanked the white dress down, then trapped him between the two mounds. The cock vanished in that cleft, the head thrusting up to the hollow of her throat each time she squeezed tight.

"Is this all right?" She looked up, her voice already wrecked. "The little dog’s breasts are Master’s too. Use them..."

He did. His hips pushed. The wet heat of the cleft swallowed him to the root and released him shining. Meira bent her neck and licked the head every time it rose between her breasts, greedy, making a sound in her throat as if she were eating. Saliva ran down into her cleavage and made the next stroke wetter, louder.

...

[Ravia:] Do you know where they are? I want to go there. AGH!!!

[Lilith:] Those breasts. Those hands. That mouth. I feel like I am watching a theatrical production of lust.

[Ysera:] Theory is enough. May I have the practice?

[Laviana:] Switch. Switch. Switch. Agh!!!!

[Sleepless Lady:] If that is a man, then what have we been marrying all this time.

[Ravia:] Erik is not a man. He is a weapon. A grace. A crime. He is... he is... damn it! He is mine! Mine!!

[Lilith:] Look at it lying in her chest. Priceless. If I touch the screen will I feel the heat.

[Ysera:] I already touched it. It’s only glass. I hate glass.

....

Erik’s jaw tightened. He had endured more than a mouth and a pair of breasts before, but Meira was not showing off technique. She was offering. Every wet sound, every time she lifted her eyes, every small cry when he jerked up against her tongue said the same sentence: I am yours, use me.

He yanked the chain hard.

Meira was pulled up, panting, breasts sliding off his cock, mouth red. Erik hauled her the rest of the way and took her mouth.

The kiss had no patience. He sucked as if he meant to drink every sound out of her throat. Meira moaned into his mouth, both arms locked behind his neck, the chain trapped between them. His tongue took hers. Meira tried to answer and in the end could only go soft, both thighs shaking, the white dress sagging to her hips like a torn flag.

Both his hands closed on her breasts. A firm squeeze, thumbs dragging over nipples already tight. Meira jerked. He left her mouth only to bend down and take one side in.

"Ah— Master—"