The door swings open, the scent of luxury and raw, unfiltered s*x filling the room as Goddess Obsidian glides inside. Her bl*ck sequined dress hugs Her divine form, shimmering under the soft light, while Her white thigh-high stockings are smeared with the thick, glistening evidence of Her night—Her new bull’s seed dripping down Her legs. The sl*ve, leashed and chained at the foot of the bed, stirs as the floor creaks under Her bl*ck stiletto heels.

Without hesitation, She delivers a sharp kick to his ribs. "Wake up, worthless. I’ve brought you a gift." Her voice is smooth, laced with cruel amusement. The sl*ve blinks up at Her, his mind still foggy, but his body already trembling in anticipation of the t*rment to come. She yanks his leash, dragging him to his knees with a sharp tug that makes his collar dig into his throat. "My bull took me all night—hard, rough, the way a real man should. And he left plenty inside me. I thought you might want to help clean it up."

She lifts one leg, placing Her c*m-soaked thigh on his shoulder, pressing his face into the sticky mess. "L*ck, sl*ve. Every drop better disappear. You don’t deserve to w*ste a real man’s seed." His tongue darts out, hesitating as he tastes the bitter, warm residue. The moment he pauses, Her hand snaps across his face. "Tell me how delightful it tastes!"

He mumbles something weak, and She laughs, the sound dripping with disdain. "No, pathetique. You will say it’s delicious. You will beg for more. Get used to it—soon, you’ll be cleaning it straight from the source." His voice shakes as he obeys, the words tasting like poison. "It’s... it’s so good, Mistress... please, may I have more?"

She switches legs, grinding the other thigh against his face, smearing the c*m deeper into his skin. "That’s better. Now earn your place." When She’s satisfied, She shoves his head between Her legs. "Suck my panties clean. Every last drop of his gift better be gone. And you will thank me for this." The fabric is drenched, the taste of Her bull’s seed and Her own arousal flooding his mouth. He gags, but She holds him there, Her grip unyielding. "You’re privileged to even touch me. Most sl*ves don’t get this honor."

Finally, She pulls the panties aside, the fabric clinging to his face as She removes them. "On your back, sl*ve. It’s coming out, and you’re going to catch every drop." He scrambles to obey, his breath ragged as She straddles his face, Her full weight pressing down, sealing Her dripping p*ssy to his lips. "Suck it out. Every. Last. Drop. Or I’ll make you regret it."

He whimpers, but She silences him with another sharp slap. "Thank me for this generosity." She grinds down harder, Her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. "Get that tongue deeper. I can feel more of his mess in there. You’re my living toy now." His face glistens, coated in a shameful mix of c*m and Her juices. "Look at you... just a receptacle for my leftovers. And soon? You’ll be begging to serve his c*ck too."

She turns, straddling his face the other way, bouncing with Her full weight, ensuring he takes every ounce of Her bull’s leavings. "That’s it... all of it..." His nose is buried in Her, his tongue working frantically as She rides him like the worthless object he is. "You love this, don’t you? Admit it." She grinds down harder, Her thighs trembling as She makes him swallow every trace. "Good pet... my perfect l*ttle cleaner."

When She finally rises, She looks down at him with cold satisfaction. His face is a ruin—glistening, red, used. "Clean yourself up. Then crawl over here and kiss these heels. If you’re very good, I might let you l*ck the soles next." She adjusts Her dress, smirking. "And sl*ve? Next time he takes me... you’re watching from the corner. And you will thank me for the show." With that, She strides away, leaving him broken, humiliated, and craving the next taste of Her leftovers.

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