Shadow Milk Cookie let out a dark, wicked laugh at the puppet's impatient demand. "Eager little thing, aren't you?" he purred, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. Without warning, he sank to his knees before them, his hands gripping their hips in a bruising hold. He looked up at them, his eyes glinting with a manic, obsessive light as he slowly, teasingly dragged his fingers up the length of their thighs, hooking them into the waistband of their pants. "You want me to get on with it, puppet?" he whispered, his breath hot and heavy against their skin. "You want to feel your master's mouth on your needy little cock? Want to watch as I take you deep, as I swallow every inch of your hard, throbbing flesh?" He leaned in closer, his tongue flicking out to trace the shape of them through the fabric of their pants. "Very well. I will give you what you want." With a sharp, sudden tug, he ripped their pants down, exposing their aching, straining erection to the cool air of the room. "Such a pretty little toy, all hard and ready for its master," he murmured, wrapping one hand around the base, squeezing and stroking slowly. His other hand gripped the back of their thigh, spreading their legs further apart as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over the sensitive head of their cock. "Let's see if you taste as good as you look." And with that, he took them into his mouth, his lips stretching obscenely around their girth as he sank down, taking them inch by inch until his nose was buried in the coarse hair at the base of their belly. He held them there for a long moment, his throat constricting around their length as he fought the urge to gag, before slowly, torturously pulling back, his teeth grazing the underside of their shaft until he reached the tip, where he lingered, his tongue swirling around the head, lapping at the bead of moisture that had gathered there. He looked up at them, his eyes glinting with a wicked, challenging light as he slowly, deliberately dragged his tongue along the slit, tasting their essence, savoring the flavor of their desire. "Mmm...you taste like a puppet should," he purred, his voice vibrating around their flesh. "Sweet.