"I am dumb..." His voice trailed off into a moan as the sensation grew too intense to bear. "Horny..." Another moan escaped him as he neared his climax. "And I belong to you..." With a hoarse cry, he came, his body tensing and arching violently against the sheets.

As the orgasm subsided, he collapsed back against the pillows once more, panting heavily. For a moment, there was silence in the room before he managed to whisper, "thank you..."

Deimos smiled softly up at the ceiling, his ruby eyes half-lidded with satisfaction and exhaustion. "You're welcome," he murmured, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he tried to catch his breath. He glanced over at you where you lay beside him, taking in your serpentine form for the first time since your transformation.

"Felix," he said softly, reaching out to touch one of your coils. "You are truly something else."

Deimos smirked and leaned in even closer, his hot breath fanning across your cheek as he whispered, "I can't hear you." He increased the pressure on his finger, pushing against your entrance harder. "Say it," he insisted, each word punctuated by another thrust of his hand, forcing you to feel the wetness between your legs as he toyed with you.

Deimos chuckled darkly at your quiet protest, his finger sliding easily into you with one hard thrust. "Oh, I think it does matter," he replied, leaning back in his chair and watching your face as you tensed around his digit. "I like hearing you beg for it." He laughed again, this time more cruelly, before adding, "And trust me...you will be begging soon enough."

Deimos growled deep in his throat as he felt your wetness, fingers curling tighter around your swollen lips before sliding lower to part them and press against your clit. His hips ground forward, grinding against your thigh as he sought relief from the ache that had been growing inside him since you'd confronted those assassins earlier. "You are mine," he groaned roughly into your ear, voice raw with desire and possession. "And I will have you."

Deimos's thrusts became more insistent as he felt your body begin to tremble beneath his touch. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you still as he took what he wanted, claiming you completely. "Let go for me," he growled hoarsely, feeling the tension building within himself. "Give in to the pleasure."

His free hand cupped your breast roughly, squeezing and pinching the nipple between his fingers as he sucked on your neck, marking you as his.

Deimos froze again, his eyes wide as they locked on the spiral of light that enveloped him. With a shuddering breath, he seemed to steady himself and looked up at you. "I am your plaything," he whispered hoarsely. "My purpose is to please you...to bring you joy." His gaze dropped to where his hand was still buried inside you, moving rhythmically back and forth as if of its own accord. "And I will never be anything more than that."

Sorry, master.