“I want to be yours, Master; make me yours!” Claire pleaded. Anticipating, as if she knew he couldn’t resist, she quivered on the floor. She was absolutely right. John was as weak to gorgeous women as the next guy. Gorgeous women on their knees, begging to be his? That made all of the blood in his head rush downstairs.


    Claire was positively vibrating with eagerness. Even her petite breasts jiggled with the force of her impatience. Deliciously pale pink nipples were erect. To be claimed was the entirety of the will reflecting in her red eyes. Pinkish red lips were parted in a panting smile, showing the fangs inside. Even mostly retreated, her canines were sharp, dangerous and sexy.


    Continuously devouring her with his eyes, John looked further down. Her shoulders and arms were slender, her pale midriff flat, with a little bit of athleticism showing. A recent change, recommended by Aclysia and enabled by the Masquerade Perk, no doubt. Her thighs were even thicker than he remembered, although that could just have been the pose. On her knees, the meat of her upper legs was flattened against her lower ones.


    This changed sometimes, as her jittery waiting made her sway back and forth. It was clear she wanted to throw herself at him with all the force of a traumatized woman that had finally found something worth loving. John almost felt like he was exploiting her, but he had already reasoned through that position.


    This was a naked body that no one before him had seen. It was doubtful it had ever even existed before this moment. Before her transformation into a Natural Spirit, her body would have been plagued by the malnourishment of that world. Afterwards, as their first few conversations had proven, she had forgotten much of what the human body consisted of. She had recalled it wonderfully.


    John put a hand under her jaw. Like a dog begging for more scratches, she immediately nuzzled against his palm. She swallowed hard, then opened her mouth and extended her tongue. That she was learning the usual procedures from Aclysia so quickly was both pleasing and mildly irksome. The former won out. Even if she knew what she should do, training her in doing it properly and exploring her personal preferences remained.


    “You’re already mine,” he told her in the deeper tone he used when he dommed. The effect on Claire was immediate. Her body tensed up and she moaned. The hard look in his eyes made her try to reign herself in. She failed utterly, shifting eagerly on the spot. “I treat my servants very well. You can’t wait for me to use your body?”


    “I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I don’t know how anyone could wait!” Claire babbled, at the edge of insanity. “Master, use me to pleasure yourself! All of me is virgin. Do what you wish.” Under her breath, she muttered, “Do what you wish with me. Me, me, me, Master...”


    “What I wish most...” John squatted down in front of her and moved his hand to her chin. The touch was gentler, but still possessive. “...is for you to be happy, Claire. I’ll use your body. I’ll use you in such a manner that you will drown in the pleasure you deserve. As part of my harem, you are entitled to my every effort to satisfy your needs and desires.”


    She giggled, giggled in that adorable crazy way. It turned into a shout of outright glee when he gripped her hard by the back of the head. “I like this,” she preemptively answered his question. “I like it when you are rough with me. I like it when you stare at me like a Master should at his servant.”


    “You speak so confidently about things you don’t understand, Claire,” John reprimanded her, still using his dominant voice. “We’ll find out together how much of a submissive you are – how much you actually enjoy it when I inflict deliberate bits of pain on you. There’s no shame in it if you don’t.” John considered his next move. She was so obviously horny that he was afraid anything he did could push her over the edge. Normally that was a very good thing, but she hadn’t had a single orgasm in her life yet. Because of her nature and inclinations, he didn’t have to be as careful with her as a regular virgin. Still, there was an order to these things. “Strip me.”


    Claire’s eyes sparkled and she immediately began working on the buttons of his shirt. “Master’s true body! Master’s true body! Master’s true body!” she panted, probably not even realizing she was speaking out loud. “Finally, finally, I needed this for so long...” All she had known of him previously was his double. With how much that had aided her in rediscovering sexual thoughts, John could not wait to see her reactions to everything else.


    She did not disappoint. Her first reaction to seeing his abs was to squeal. Carefully at first, as if she was testing the heat on a surface, then more daring, she explored the chiseled segments of his muscles. Starting at his abdomen, she made her way over his pecs and then, while brushing the sleeves off him, down his arms.


    Reaching around, pressing her naked chest against him, she explored his back with her fingers alone while kissing and licking his front. With her borderline obsessive behaviour, John would not have been surprised if she bit him just to taste him. That part of the yandere experience, he was thankfully spared. All she did were things that turned him on. She worshipped and explored every bit of him, inhaled his scent like it was a drug. “He smells so much better than me,” she mumbled quietly, the thought too intense to be contained by her head. “I want that smell all over me... rubbed all over me from his skin.”


    Noting that she could have gone on like this for a while, John forced the situation to progress. He put his shirt into his inventory and retrieved a collar and a leash. Without asking, but keenly observing her reactions, John put the collar around her. She was so distracted by his body, she only seemed to notice when he pulled the leather strip extra tight. An excited gasp was her reaction. A second one followed when he hooked the leash in.


    Then he stood up. “I told you to strip me,” he reminded her and pulled her by the leash against the bulge in his pants.


    First, she went rampant with need. Her fingers hooked into the belt of his pants and yanked down forcefully. The instant his dick, in all of its girthy length, smacked down across her face, she went into a cross-eyed freeze. The only movement in her body was the heavy panting, each hot breath leaving through her mouth and caressing his balls.


    Confusion that could hardly be described went through Claire’s mind. Human instincts that her upbringing had suppressed suddenly manifested properly at the sight of his cock. What had only been filed as a ‘reproductive organ’ in her mind previously now unfolded its lustful potential. The counterpart to what was aching between her legs, a massive phallus attached to her Master. ‘It can fill me up, it can fill me up, it can fill me up!’ John heard his new maid chant inside her head before pulling out of it.


    The pants still lying around his feet were removed with a press of a button, leaving them both completely naked – save for the collar and leash, of course. “Worship my cock,” he ordered her. The three words kicked her back into activity.


    With the wild desire of a woman madly in love, Claire gracelessly smothered every bit of his cock with incredible attention. What she had ‘downloaded’ from Aclysia removed the most vital errors she might have made, especially when it came to fondling his balls. Even with that factor allowing her to skip out on the worst of her inexperience, John did not expect what happened.


    She kissed the base. Her extended tongue licked up the underside of his shaft. Then she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. They formed a tight seal and she went down. In one swift, continuous motion, she took all of him into her throat. Her hands kept playing with his sack while she stayed there, all the way down, gazing up to him.


    It had been a mostly normal day for John, when it came to repeated releases. Even with the novelty of a new woman deepthroating him on her first contact, the surge of lust was not enough to get him anywhere close to orgasm. Primarily, he respected the effort. It was easier for her, as a being without the need to breathe. Still, to have that be her first action on seeing a dick for the first time was... it was every dream John could have had and more.


    She didn’t let up either. Quickly she figured out that she could keep massaging him with her tongue and that pressing certain spots coerced pleased sounds from his throat. “Good girl,” John groaned and felt the reverberations of her delighted squeal. “That’s enough for now.” Just like with the kiss, Claire did not agree with any separation. John had to give her a warning stare, for the serving desires to even try and compete with the obsessive ones. ‘What an absolutely wonderful combination,’ he appreciated, even while he kept staring her into submission.


    Claire glared back, as if she was asking him how he dared suggest there was such a thing as ‘enough’. To reign her in, he exerted himself by grabbing her hair and forcing her upwards. Either the pain or the threat of being separated altogether as a disciplinary measure had her play along.


    The tight seal around the base of his cock slowly slid upwards. Even while obliging him, she kept tasting him. For a moment, he felt her teeth slide over his skin. It was brief enough to not be more than an interesting distraction to the softness of her lips and the eagerness of her tongue. She focused on the tip of his cock, when it slid out of her throat, moaning as she tasted his precum.


    When he finally popped out of her mouth, Claire moved underneath his now glistening erection. Uncaring about (likely even enjoying) the slick mixture of saliva and precum that covered it, she let his meaty manhood rest across her face. “Should I not have done that?” Claire asked, her voice contorted by the intense sniffs she took. “I wanted as much of you inside me as I could get.”


    “Oh no, you did the right thing,” John was quick to assure her. “Then you proceeded to delay obeying me. Do you want to be disobedient, Claire?”


    John was not sure what he basked in most. That lustful expression of hers, only one blindfold away from being the peak of obscenity? Perhaps the quiver of the muscles in her back? A clear contender was doubtlessly the squishiness of her ass, pressed intensely against his groin. Was it the tightness of her pussy? That wet tunnel of gripping folds, drenching his cock with overflowing juices? The desperate inhales? The knowledge that she was safe and his now?


    Rather than waste his time deciding, John pulled back. Claire was too overwhelmed by this new sensation to try and stay connected. Not that any conscious effort was needed in that regard. Even with the absolute state of moistness between her legs, her pussy tried its best to keep him inside. Halfway out, John stopped and gave Claire’s ass another smack.


    Loud, the powerful clap echoed through the room. Louder, Claire screamed. It was as if the pain had kick started her lungs, and now she was letting the world hear the extent of her bliss.


    John could not resist her, not her voice and not the prime nubile flesh of her bubble butt spilling between his greedily grasping fingers. “This is part of the happiness you deserve,” he told her, while gripping one of her hips with one hand and the back of her white head with the other. Immediately, he rammed back into her. It was the start of him fucking her - hard.


    Tongue stretched out, Claire returned to letting out unintelligible noises. John didn’t need to register a single syllable to catch her meaning. Even if her mouth had produced no sounds at all, the constant quivering of her quim around his rock hard cock and the gushes of her love juices were all he needed to know her first orgasm had not ended. John did not allow it to end. He was fucking the woman he had just, consensually, turned into a nymphomaniac into having every reason to indulge in that sex-filled lifestyle. Every time he thrust against her, her petite breasts jumped with the little, adorable softness they offered.


    Over the constant shouts and the ‘Plap! Plap! Plap!’ of his groin smacking against the delightful bottom of her pear-shaped figure, he spoke loudly, “You’ll feel this every day! Every day I’ll fuck you thoroughly. I’ll make you a mess, Claire. There’s no one better at this than me. What you feel right now, no other man can compete with. I’ll make it even better. Every little nook and cranny of your body, I will study it all until I know exactly how to make you cum. I’ll show you ways to orgasm only I can enable.”


    “Ma... Masssssterrrrrr!” Claire finally managed to get a single word out. It was the only one that she managed for a while. A solid ten seconds passed before he heard a, “No...” then, a little later, “...brag...”


    John smacked her ass one more time. Her head flew up; gibberish close to proper words was ruined by the sharp yelp of blissful pain. Slowing down, the Gamer kept thrusting in and out of her at a pace too slow to create any sound from the impact. “Speak up,” he ordered her. This time, he used his proper command voice.


    The possibility of a reward cut through the fog of pure pleasure. The part of her that wanted to speak and the part that wanted to just get lost in the haze could work together, motivated by the reward of obedience. Still, her voice shook and thoughts derailed. “Master... J-john... Conqueror, you are conquering my pussy, yourcockissohardohmastermastermastermaster...” The stream of words was interrupted by another ‘SMACK!’ on her ass. “YES, MASTER, PUNISH ME!”


    “What did you want to say about bragging?” John demanded to know, pulling her hair until he could see her face without the mirror. Pulling up her blindfold, he stared into her red eyes. Their colour was that of a ruby and her pupils dilated upon seeing him.


    “I love you, I love you, I love you!” she chanted obsessively, then screamed and laughed when he thrust into her once with all his might. “John, Master, don’t brag to me!” she finally managed to get on track. “I already know you’re the greatest man, the perfect man! You destroyed the Iron Domain, you killed the Emperor! You are gorgeous, you make me feel so good, you will be the best at whatever you do, because you are the only man that matters in the world. Your cock is the perfect cock. John, my Master, John, my Master! More, mess me up more! I love all you do! How could anyone even compare? Master, you’re perfect. You’re perfect, perfect, perfect, perfectperfectperfectperfeeeee-!” Claire took several hyperventilating breaths. “You got even harder, Master! Do I please you?”


    “You’re a dangerously sexy little slave,” John gasped. He hadn’t even known he could get any harder, but having his pride stroked to such a degree apparently did it. He just could not deny it. Each time she started rambling about how perfect he was with such an obsessive, downright religious fervour, it intensified his lust. “Time to reward you.”


    He pulled the blindfold back over her eyes and then pressed a single button in his interface. All of the bindings he had carefully secured became undone instantly. Without pulling out of her, he grabbed her by the thighs and bowed over her.


    “Hold onto the back of my neck,” he instructed her. Blind and shaking, Claire had a hard time obeying. Even now, John made sure to keep her chain of orgasms going. He would not let it end until he came inside her. Until then, the best she would get was a lull in the experience.


    Eventually, her hands managed to find their way around his head. They brushed down through his hair, then interlocked behind his head. With that grip secured, John straightened up and lifted her up along with him.


    Claire gasped, now entirely at his mercy. A fact that made her scream with ecstasy instantly. Fingers digging into her thick thighs, her back pressed against his broader chest, and her reflection clearly visible in the mirror, John lost no time thrusting up into her pussy.


    Her torso writhed in front of him, while all of her bounced on his diamond-hard dick. Left to right, her spine curved, while she cursed at herself and moaned. “Pressssss your ba-ah-ck against Mashataa, feeeellll Masterrrr’s heartbeat, feeeel John. Feel John. Feel assssh much of yourrrr perfect John ash you caa-hnnnn, you useless little...” She audible closed her teeth and grunted. “Master doesn’t like shhhlaves that deprecate themshhhelves! Master! You do it for Massstteerrrrr! Be a goood maiiid shlaaave for MastEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!!”


    A particularly intense orgasm robbed Claire of her voice. Had it not been for the pace at which he made her ass jiggle on his rod, he would have kissed her adorable smile. Even while cursing at herself, she grinned like a mad lady. He knew this behaviour and he knew how dangerous it could be if she didn’t learn to handle it during situations where she didn’t get what she wanted. Right this moment, he did not care, because he WAS going to give her everything she wanted.


    “Tighter, please,” she begged, so incredibly meekly compared to the crazy tone she just used. “Hold me tightheeeer, John!”


    John obliged. Tossing her up a little bit, he hooked his elbows under her knees and then embraced her tightly. Her entire body was pressed into one tight bundle. Only her hands, still securing herself to the back of his neck, and her lower legs, tipped by clenched toes, stuck out. The rest of her was in a package smaller than his torso, his arms tightly locking her in place. Between her meaty thighs, only a bit of her midriff could be seen. Her pussy was on complete display in the mirror. She was outright squirting now, soiling the platform they had used every other time John filled her completely with his manhood.


    John had never been happier to have the Companion Cube than that moment. Close to cumming, he did not want to stop and neither did he want to deprive Claire of seeing when he marked her. When his teeth failed to tear the blindfold off her, the arcane extension managed to push the binding off enough that the whole thing fell off.


    Underneath was Claire, her eyes rolled up, her tongue now lolling around, moving in accordance with the bounces. She had short-circuited again and John would not have it any other way. Her pussy was still squirting, her lungs still pushing out air as dumb-fucked giggles. When he loosened his grip slightly, that nudged her back towards reality. He let her thighs part a little wider, so that area between pussy and navel was more visible in the mirror.


    “Keep looking at the spot above your cunt,” he instructed her, his voice strained. This part, he kept as a surprise. By the power of his voice, she managed to overcome the ecstasy and focus on the spot, while John made her bounce three more times.


    John almost failed to initiate the spell, the white-hot lightning that filled his vision was just so intense. Even while pumping a massive load into her, the Gamer’s will managed to exert itself. Mana flowed out of him and into her through the various places they were connected. Like warm water rinsing their insides, the pleasant feeling of being connected ran through both of them.


    Claire’s eyes went wide. She had been told what this was, but feeling a part of him actually going and staying inside her must have made her obsessive little head spin. Then the dark blue mark appeared above her cunt. A physical sign that their connection was true and manifest. While the psychological confirmation of this fed into her mind, her pussy was painted white. Each spurt of semen added another wave of pleasure to the finale of her multi-climactic deflowering.


    When it all came crashing down on her unprepared mind, John could only grin to himself. Several intense streams of squirt spattered out from her cunt, as her eyes rolled back up in her skull. Agape, her mouth first produced nothing. The scream started almost silent, then she inhaled and it went a little louder. By the fifth time this repeated, she was at her loudest yet. John did not mind that it made his ears ring; he only re-tightened his embrace. With slow, gentle strokes, he pushed in and out of her cunt, letting her greedy folds wring every last drop from him.


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    Then she passed out in his arms.