GOD OF BLACKMAIL

In a dimly lit room at a rundown inn, Ronnie, cloaked in his "Edward" persona, lounged on a creaky wooden chair, his sharp eyes fixed on Kitty. The cat-girl knelt before him, her golden eyes blazing with a mix of fury and disgust. Never in her wildest nightmares had she imagined being cornered like this, blackmailed by a stranger who held her fate in his hands.

"Don't give me that look," Ronnie said, his deep voice laced with mockery as he bit into a crisp apple, juice dripping down his chin.

"Think of it this way—I'm your savior." His gaze raked over her, predatory and unyielding, as if she were the next juicy bite he'd savor.

"No…" Kitty's voice quivered, barely a whisper, as she hugged her arms tightly to her chest, shielding herself from the harsh reality. Her sleek tail lashed nervously, and her pointed ears flattened, betraying her fear. "I don't want this, Edward. You're blackmailing me!"

Ronnie leaned forward, his eyes glinting with sly amusement. "Kitty," he said, his tone smooth and dangerously calm, "I'm not here to hurt you. You're in a tight spot, and you know it—no room to say no. But…" He paused, a wicked smile curling his lips. "I can make this fun for you too."

Kitty's gaze shot up, her face a battlefield of emotions—anger, fear, and a flicker of despair. That Recording Crystal in his possession could shatter her life. If Feyre, the level 40 sorceress, learned of her betrayal, or if the White Blossom shop cut her loose, she'd lose everything—her job, her sisters' safety, her precarious place in this cruel world. But yielding to this mysterious, terrifying man made her blood boil and her pride crumble. "You're a demon!" she spat, her voice trembling with defiance despite the fear gripping her heart.

Kitty wasn't just any cat-girl. She'd clawed her way through a brutal world, surviving on wit and cunning to protect her sisters. She was the one who usually turned the tables, blackmailing others with a sly grin, always coming out on top. But now, she was snared in her own game, trapped in a web she'd once spun with ease.

"Maybe I'm a demon," Ronnie said, his smile sharp as a blade, "but I'm the kind who can keep your life intact—just the way you like it."

"Picture this," he continued, turning to gaze out the grimy window, where a full moon glowed in the inky night, as if Kitty were an afterthought. "If someone else were standing here, would they give you a second chance?"

The words hit like a slap. Kitty froze, her breath catching as the truth sank in. Someone else wouldn't hesitate to rat her out to Feyre, pocketing a few coins and the sorceress's favor. Her tail stilled, and her eyes widened, a spark of realization cutting through her anger.

In that moment, Kitty saw Edward differently. He was a demon, sure, but one with a twisted sense of mercy. Meanwhile, Ronnie's mind was elsewhere, his thoughts swirling with dark fantasies of how he'd ravage her tonight, her lithe body bending under his control.

"F… fine," Kitty muttered, her voice shaky as she knelt on the cold floor, a faint heat creeping through her body, betraying her defiance.

Ronnie turned back, his grin widening. "Smart kitty. No wonder you've survived this rotten world so long."

He unbuttoned his pants, and his cock sprang free, thick and pulsing, as if it had been caged too long. Its veins throbbed visibly under the dim light. Kitty's eyes widened, her throat tightening as she swallowed hard, stunned by its monstrous size.

"You know what's next, don't you?" Ronnie said, his voice low and commanding, his gaze locked on her as she stared, mesmerized, at his erection.

Kitty snapped out of her daze, her cat-like eyes flicking between him and his member, a mix of hesitation and anger flaring. But the weight of her situation crashed down—this was the price of survival in a world that chewed up the weak.

She crawled toward him on hands and knees, her movements slow and feline, her tail swaying slightly. For a moment, she looked like a true cat stalking prey, a sight that made Ronnie's dick twitch with anticipation.

When she reached him, she looked up, her golden eyes sharp and wary. A tense silence hung between them, then Kitty let out a soft sigh, as if surrendering to fate. "Alright…" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But if you double-cross me, Edward…" She trailed off, her cat-like glare a silent warning, sharp as her claws.

"Betray you? Never," Ronnie said, his smile dripping with cunning as he towered over her, her face level with his throbbing dragon. Kitty's small hand reached out, trembling as she grasped it, her fingers marveling at its sheer size. For a fleeting moment, a spark of desire flickered in her—unwanted, but undeniable.

Her shaking hands guided his penis to her small mouth, her body acting almost on instinct, as if drawn to it against her will. The salty taste hit her tongue as she explored its surface, licking every ridge, making Ronnie grit his teeth to keep control.

Her tight mouth felt like a velvet vice, threatening to push him over the edge. He fought to hold back as Kitty worked him, sliding it in and out, saliva dripping down her chin, her lips stretched wide around his girth.

She wanted it over fast, to end this humiliation. She was close—Ronnie was teetering on the brink. He'd heard half-breeds like Kitty were masters of pleasure, but this was beyond anything he'd imagined. Her warm, slick mouth sent electric jolts through him, her slow, deliberate pace a delicious torment.

Then, as Kitty lost herself in the act, two strong hands seized her head, shoving his cock deep into her throat. She gagged, her eyes rolling back, nearly choking. The hands pulled her back for a fleeting moment of relief before thrusting her forward again, his cock plunging into her throat. The wet sounds of her saliva and gasping breaths filled the room like a perverse symphony.

Kitty's vision blurred, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her throat became a sheath for his relentless assault, each thrust deeper than the last. She'd thought herself skilled, but this beast was unlike anything she'd faced. She prayed for it to end. Then Ronnie roared, "I'm… gonna cum!"

Panic surged through Kitty, and she tried to pull away, but his hands held her like iron. His monster drove deep, unleashing a torrent of hot semen, flooding her throat like a relentless tide. She swallowed it all, every drop, her body trembling under the strain.

The moment passed, and Ronnie pulled out, his massive dick glistening as it left her mouth, now a vessel for his release.

"Nice work," he said, patting her head like a pet as she sat dazed, the taste and smell of his semen lingering. Instinctively, she licked her lips, catching the last traces, her mind foggy.

Her body quivered, heat coursing through her, her pussy drenched as if begging for more. She didn't know when it happened, but desire had betrayed her.

Suddenly, she was lifted into the air—Ronnie had scooped her up, carrying her to the creaky bed. His imposing, disguised figure loomed over her, his voice rough with hunger.

"Now the real fun starts."

Her pussy pulsed at his words, wetter than ever, and she stopped fighting, letting him take control. Ronnie spread her legs, revealing white panties under her skirt, soaked through as if doused with water. He ripped them off, exposing a glistening, pink slit between her slender thighs, dripping with need. His fingers brushed her hot, slick folds, feeling them beckon him. Kitty's eyes burned with hunger—she wanted him to devour her, now.

Ronnie grinned, kissing along her inner thighs, each touch making her quiver. His tongue flicked out, teasing her clit, tracing her delicate folds. Kitty moaned loudly, her hands clutching his head, urging him deeper, desperate for more. Her eyes rolled back as his tongue plunged inside, licking and sucking with ravenous intensity.

She wrapped her thighs around him, locking him in place, demanding he not stop. He obliged, devouring her with fervor, giving her the ecstasy she craved. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her body writhing. Ronnie felt her nearing the edge, her muscles tensing like a spring about to snap. He didn't let up, his tongue relentless, his lips kissing and sucking. Kitty threw her head back, her breasts bouncing with each shuddering breath, her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him tight.

The tension surged, pleasure building to a crescendo. Then Kitty convulsed, her body shaking as she climaxed with a scream, her pussy clenching around his tongue, her juices flowing freely. Ronnie kept going, drawing out her pleasure until she collapsed, spent and trembling.

He stood, gazing at the exhausted Kitty, her quivering pussy glistening under the moonlight. His cock, rock-hard again, throbbed at the sight, eager to claim more. Kitty caught her breath, a flush of embarrassment hitting as she recalled the raw, unguarded expression she'd shown—no one had ever seen her so vulnerable.

She sensed a predator circling. Looking up, she saw Ronnie—still as Edward—his cock poised before her dripping pussy, ready for another round. Her head spun; she couldn't imagine taking that monster inside her now. He rubbed it against her trembling folds, his grin wicked.

"Little kitty, now we really begin."