A creature of the dark, or a light in the darkness, perhaps, to one who wishes to get lost. The answers depend on your perception, of your mind.
I may take the form of a human, and then be perceived as the perfect gentleman by the most, who are judging me by my perfect suit and the laughter in my eyes.
A few see through me though, catching a glimpse of the hunting creature. Beast they may call me, or Faun, or Hunter, or fallen one from the deepest of woods. Or simply Master, as preferred when the occasion calls for it.
As I come crawling to pray on the lost, to save them in their misery. Joining them for the night. Sharing their grief and love in the upmost of distractions.
I seek to catch a glimpse of the soul, biting her neck and holding her gently yet firmer than ever.
To feed my control I find strength in her vulnerability.
My Princess was with us that night. With a chain around her neck and framed by her long curly hair she was locked to the end of the bed, sitting on the cold floor. Required to wait. Forced to restrain that inner slut of hers, as she watched my Angel and I in the bed. My beautiful Angel from the stars above me, being fucked harder and harder. Until I came violently and filled her with loads of cum, so it was spilling out of her pussy. I took my cock out and, still hard, I forced it into my Angels´ tight ass. As usual, it made her even more horny.
I ordered my Princess to clean up after us, and she answered appropriately; “Captain, you decide when I breath and when not, you decide when I come”. She licked the angels pussy, licked it deeply and thoroughly until it was all cleaned up without a single drop of sperm remaining and untill my angels´ body were relaxing again after the shivering contractions. “Good girl, you will be greatly rewarded”, and she smiled happily knowing that she truely was, and she truely would.