Sonny would be very glad that his master didn't hunt anymore. He would very much go willingly, even under compulsion. He was even more glad for the pleasure that kept filling his body.
Fingers gripped his cock and Sonny let out a small whimper. Yes, he never wanted this feeling to end. He would give anything, every last ounce of pain for this never ending pleasure. "Master," was all he could get out as the pleasure soared higher and higher. He didn't even notice that his master has stopped feeding from him until he heard those three little words.
He could only obey and then he was coming, his body taught and mouth open in a wordless cry. He was floating on this strange after glow. Yes he had come before, but nothing like this, never like this. Everything else paled in comparison to this.
When he did come too he was leaning against his master, still panting from it all and his body felt loose and very tried, but at the same time very alive.