Chapter 43: A second miracle

His digit and Stella were a perfect fit.

That was the only word Simon's lust-addled mind would come up with.

The moment the boy inserted his manhood into her he started pounding it like no tomorrow. His reason flying away faster than a teleporting angel. He was reduced to an animal with the expressed purpose of shoving his prick in and out of the wet hole he was given.

Stella for her part voluntarily turned herself to a living oral sex doll. Her body was a tool for him to use, an object to withstand Simon's accelerating and ever more violent thrusts.

After a minute, she was nothing more than a mass of controlled monster girl instincts combined with trained servility and that amalgamation told her to just be a mouth for the tamer to get his dick wet.

So she did just that, Simon was currently violently shoving her head back and forth in rhythm with his dick, and every half a second her nose slammed into his hip, and the next the dick was almost out of her mouth entirely.

A small insignificant part of her mind hated when even an inch of his dick was not in her mouth. She would have rather shoved him inside her and kept it there, using her tongue, throat, and suction to do the work. Inside her was where his manhood belonged and should stay till the end of time.

She should grab him by the hips and hold him there, if he struggled, all the better, she wanted a bit of struggle in her prey.

But that part was all but silent, trained out of her long ago. What remained was a docile cat maid named Stella who happily allowed herself to be skull-fucked by the much weaker human.

However, she was not completely passive. Her wet and tight mouth and soft and pliable lips were all being used to add an extra edge of pleasure. Her tongue waggled ever so slightly to add another layer of stimulation to the underside of the ramming machine going in and out of her throat.

Every second anticipation built, for each collision, each time her throat got stuffed full of dick, the prize inched inevitably closer.

The mere thought of what was in her immediate future made her start purring adding yet another element of pleasure that came in the form of pleasant vibrations.

Her thoughts were slowly circling on the one thing that stood above all others to most monster girls. Especially ones that were deprived of proper sustenance. Ones that were only a few steps away from going feral.

But that was the story of the average unbound monster girl, barely fed enough to stop the encroaching frenzy. And that did not matter at this moment. A true feast was upon the monster girl.

Simon did know what was going on in the head of the cat maid nor did he care.

He was currently a beast of pure carnal machinations solely focused on getting off.

He did not care that he was acting radically different from normal, he did not notice the glow around his bands nor the luminescence of his eyes and he certainly did not realize that he was currently sporting a pair of magnificent horns, enormous bat wings, and a whip-like tail all wrapped in a billowy shadow of fire and darkness.

No, his mind was focused on how the wet and inviting hole he was ramming down made his cock feel. How it parted so easily and yet was so tight around his girth. He especially loved how there was this constant quaking around his length to give just that extra bit of stimulation.

He could feel it building. He could feel his release approaching.

As it did, he increased his thrusts even faster, so much so that the smack of him shoving into her up to his hilt had a loud resounding *Thwack!*. Even Amy heard it from upstairs but put it to no mind as she could still feel no distress coming from Simon through the bond.

Globules of essence started leaking from his tip as it edged closer. Those small tastes were enough to make Stella shiver.

Pleasure, unlike anything she had ever felt before washed over her whole body as the essence empowered her whole body. It was orders of magnitude greater than the 'real' stuff she ever had the privilege of tasting. The artificial stuff might as well not even be in the same plane of existence.

The feeling was so profound that the wall of training that held her instincts at bay shattered like glass. She wrapped her slender arms around him and hilted him for one last time.

Simon tried to pull out to continue his ramming but found himself completely unable as those arms held an immense amount of strength far outclassing his own. But he need not have bothered because he was too far gone and the tongue combined with the purr-infused undulations was more than enough to bring him over the edge.

With a primal scream, he erupted into her mouth trying and failing to push her deeper his impotent strength was nothing to Stella.

Stars exploded in his eyes as exhaustion hit his body like a titan. He spilled an endless fountain of essence directly down her throat losing more and more of his strength with every spurt. He was suddenly wheezing as it felt like all the primal energy he had stored in his body had left him all at once. He held on to the kneeling and glowing Stella to stop himself from kneeling over.

Glowing?

He looked down to see Stella was shining. And he did not mean it in any form of metaphorical sense. She was lit up like a sun.

"What the..." He had no idea what was going on and combined with him was confused and very tired, his brain was still not completely set straight.

Because if he did he would have realized he had won the lottery twice. He had just created another miracle.