Chapter 12: The Pet

IRO

“Mr. Iro, I was under the impression that your duties today involved housework, not ~messing around~ with the house harpy. Would you care to explain?”

Iro, still on his knees, kept his gaze lowered as Zeltaria approached him, her movements slow and predatory.

Airy shuddered as the demoness gently stroked her feathered head and swayed her from side to side. “It was…an accident, Zeltaria—”

“~Master~ Zeltaria, in formal situations, Mr. Iro.” Her voice was icy, causing Iro to flinch.

“M-master…Zeltaria. Airy was taking a break and she f-fell from the chandelier…right onto me…” Iro held his breath as Cerys and Zeltaria stared him down. Then, Zeltaria chuckled softly.

“Indeed. She can be quite clumsy. Cerys? Please take Airy and assign her some additional tasks. Preferably something ~ground level~.”

She released Airy and moved in front of Iro, bending over to lift his chin with a clawed finger. “I’ll ~handle~ this one.”

Iro caught a sympathetic glance from Cerys as she picked up Airy. With a simple “Yes, Zel,” she left the room, leaving Iro alone with the dominant demoness.

Zeltaria circled Iro, inspecting him as he knelt submissively, waiting for whatever she had in store for him after his unexpected encounter with Airy.

“Your new uniform looks sharp, pup,” Zel murmured, lightly tugging on the shoulder of Iro’s maid outfit.

“T-thank you, Mast—”

“Zel. We’re alone now, boy.” Zeltaria moved to face him, her eyes level with his. “And when we’re alone, I prefer my playthings to be ~very~ familiar with me.”

Iro’s eyes widened as Zel blushed, a clear sign of her desire. His fur bristled in response, his own form of blushing. “T-then, ~Zel~, w-what are you going to do to me after…~Airy~?”

Zeltaria grinned and began twirling her right index finger in the air. Iro watched as a trail of inky black smoke followed her hand.

After a few rotations, a black leather strap materialized in her hand, complete with a circular band at one end and a leash hook at the other.

“I think you need a little reminder of your place. And I’ve been waiting for you to check in with me all day. I’m ~starving~ for some delicacies.”

Iro swallowed hard as Zel looped the circular band around her wrist and reached her other hand to his neck.

A tightness formed around his throat as a collar made of black magic materialized, complete with a silver metal ring that dangled above his sternum.

Zel quickly attached the magic leash to his new collar and stood, giving it a light tug to pull the slack out and snap the leash against his chin.

“Good boy,” Zel whispered as Iro remained in his place, looking up at his leash-holding boss.

~Master? Mistress?~ He wasn’t sure ~what~ Zel was to him, but her feminine appearance made it hard to think of her as anything but his new dominatrix.

The tight clothes and the leash in her hand certainly influenced his perception of her.

Zeltaria tugged on the leash again and gestured towards the parlor exit, leading the way as she sauntered towards the foyer.

“Come along, ~Iro~. I’ve been looking at your…~content~ from before you came here. I want to see ~exactly~ how honest you are with your fans…”

Iro’s heart skipped a beat. ~Zel…watched my old streaming content? Oh god…~ Iro started to stand as his leash reached its length, but Zel turned and frowned.

“Tsk tsk, pup. ~Dogs don’t walk~.” Her voice was stern yet playful. It was confusing.

Iro shivered as he understood her words, and he slowly placed both hands on the floor, getting on his knees. He looked to Zeltaria for approval as he took a step with his hand.

The red Succubus nodded and smiled, her white teeth peeking through her full lips before she turned back around, giving Iro a view of her swaying rear end and thin, waving tail.

Iro crawled on all fours, blushing as he saw Skalla and Mika peeking around the corner of the dining hall.

He was led on a leash to the stairs in the foyer and up to the second floor, towards Zeltaria’s bedroom.

He crawled up the stairs, trying to keep an eye on the floor ahead of him and the perfectly shaped bottom above him.

Zeltaria led Iro into her bedroom, finally releasing the leash and pointing to the bed. “We’re going to ~test~ all your claims on stream. So go ahead and strip, pup.”

Iro blushed and his heart skipped a beat. He’d said ~a lot~ of things on stream during his college days, and if Zeltaria had seen even ~half~ of them, he was in for a long day.

As he moved to the bed, he began to unbutton his uniform. But then, two smooth hands slid up the sides of his ribs and cupped his flat chest.

“Wait, wait, little pup, don’t rush. Take your time, tease your partner.

“You might not have much going on ~down here~,” Zel whispered as she moved a hand down to cup Iro’s small package through his skirt, “but that’s no excuse not to play with it.

“It’s not about the size, pup. It’s how you use it. Go on…take it slow…”

Iro shivered as her voice curled into his ear. As Zeltaria released him and walked to a closed dresser against the wall, he took his undressing a bit slower.

Iro purposefully kept his legs straight, pulling his uniform down and revealing as much of himself as he could. He was fairly certain Zel was watching.

Zeltaria sauntered back over, a tangle of straps in her hands. Iro watched, his interest piqued, as her clothes seemed to dissolve before him, as if she’d been wearing a black mist instead of fabric.

A quick look at his neck and the leash hanging from the collar he hadn’t managed to remove reminded him that she must have some sort of magical ability to pull off such a trick.

Zel came closer, holding up the straps to reveal a horizontal bar among them. A bit gag. “Open up, pup. We don’t want you disturbing the rest of the mansion.”

~This doesn’t look good~, Iro thought, obediently opening his mouth. Zel pushed the gag into his jaw, wrapping the straps around his head and securing the gag in place.

Immediately, he began to drool as Zel pushed him back onto the bed and stood over him. Her shaft grew to a full erection, and she idly stroked it while looking down.

“So, ~Iro~, let’s review some of your ~highlights~, shall we? Ready to put your own boasts to the test?”

Iro watched as Zel pointed to a laptop set up on the vanity just outside the bathroom door. On the screen was an image of himself—one of his old videos from his streaming days.

“Who the ~fuck~ do you think you are, Noobscrewer269? I’ve taken cocks way bigger than anything you’ve seen! Hell, I’ve taken ~beads~ thicker than your dick!” the computer blared in Iro’s androgynous voice.

He’d always made an effort to appear feminine and sound androgynous. It had earned him enough money to put himself through college, so why not? But now it seemed like it might be coming back to haunt him.

Zel watched with delight as Iro’s face fell at his past self’s bragging. She smirked, holding up a string of inch-and-a-half-thick anal beads. “Beads like these, ~Mister Iro? ~You sounded ~so confident~ before.”

Iro swallowed hard and nodded slowly. He knew his only protection now was a spider-silk thong, and that wouldn’t hold Zeltaria back for long. If at all.

But thinking back to his times with Beck in college and the possibility of surpassing that with Zel here and now…well, it did cause that silky thong to start tenting rather quickly.

Zeltaria licked her lips as she saw Iro’s white underwear bulge with his erection. “~Good boy~.”

She stepped closer, easily spreading his legs wide open. She hooked a clawed finger into the band of his underwear, pulling them aside as she began to tease his anal ring with a smooth finger.

She removed her finger and quickly stroked her pussy lips hidden beneath her cock, where a normal person’s testicles would be. She gathered up a handful of juices, quickly using them to lubricate the beads and Iro’s asshole.

Zel pushed the first bead against his ring, straining to get it inside.

“One thing you probably didn’t know about Succubus anatomy,” Zel said, pushing a little harder. The first bead slipped into his anus with a soft ~pop~, causing Iro to moan. “We get ~very~ slippery.”

With steady pressure and constant twirling and wiggling, Zeltaria pushed one bead after another into Iro’s anus, using her own pussy juice as lubricant.

Iro squirmed and moaned under her attention until the fifth bead was firmly inside him, peeking out of his filled rectum.

“Z-Zel…p-please,” he panted through the gag, gasping for breath as he struggled to accommodate the insertion.

Zeltaria grabbed the black leash still attached to his neck, wrapping it around his fully erect four-inch member.

She gave it a soft tug, squeezing his shaft with the tight strap while hooking a finger into the pull-out ring on the strand of beads.

“~Beg~. A good dog knows how to beg, right?”

Iro’s hands reached up to grip the leash above his chest. He just needed ~something~ to hold on to as Zeltaria overwhelmed him with intense pleasure. He loved every second of it.

“P-please…pull them out…Master Zel…” Iro managed to mumble through his bit gag.

Zeltaria grinned, her tongue flicking out of her lips. “Good boy. Now…~cum.~”

She tugged on the strand, pulling the first bead out while giving the leash a pull. This tightened the hold on his cock, making his first shot of cum shoot out like a bullet, landing on his own cheek.

Iro moaned like a bitch in heat as the Succubus controlled his pleasure. Zel timed her tugs of the leash and the beads to his pulses of orgasm.

She pulled a bead out as his anus clenched in orgasm and tightened the hold on his shaft to make each shot far more powerful than normal.

Iro was left shuddering from the empty feeling in his asshole and the burning pleasure in his shaft as Zeltaria finally released the stranglehold on his member.

She let him gasp and breathe for a moment while she tossed the beads into the bathtub in the adjacent room.

She stood there looking at him for a moment until he finally looked over at her. She was hovering her hand over the play button on the laptop, another image of Iro on the screen.

“Ready for round two?”