Puppy Play Until Collapse
I played with her like a dog until she collapsed from exhaustion. Her tongue touched my cock. It was much softer than I'd imagined. But her tongue work was far from gentle. Like someone desperately fencing with a squishy blade, Witae lashed her tongue with frantic desperation.
"Slurp, slurrrp, haaah, mmm..."
She's so pretty. Adorable. I wanted to pet her.
"Hnnngh..."
She suddenly clamped her mouth tight around my cock, sucking hard. Her tongue writhed desperately, stimulating me, slicking itself with the precum leaking from my tip.
Damn, why is she like this...
I couldn't read her at all. It felt a bit like she was joyfully sucking off a close friend, or maybe just licking a big meaty stick because she wanted to. Either way, I wasn't complaining.
Still...
I wanted to fill her mouth with cum, but disappointingly, Witae's blowjob was tailored way too much to her own whims. I was getting close, but she wasn't sucking me off with that hot, relentless pull that screamed 'Cum now!' Instead, it was like she was gnawing on a real dog treat—licking here and there, nipping ever so lightly for stimulation.
"Good girl, good girl. That's enough now!" I gently stroked her hair.
"Whiiiine..."
"Good girl, roll over!"
"Woof! Woof!"
"That's it! Good girl!" I petted her back and thighs, then gave her ass a few light smacks.
Ah, wait—is this a cat?
I wasn't sure exactly, but it didn't matter.
"Meeeowww..."
Her pussy was soaked. Lewd and obscene, like she was instinctively craving a good pounding, a beast in pursuit of pure pleasure. I kneaded her juicy ass, gripped her waist, and thrust my cock into her from behind.
"Kyiiiieee!!!"
A cute squeal burst out. My cock felt an immense pressure.
This is way more than I expected...
Back then, things had been so frantic I hadn't had time to savor the pleasure leisurely. I'd just wanted to finish quick and get out of there, mixed with some resentment that she'd forced me to use my power. So I couldn't fully enjoy her body.
But not now. I ravaged her roughly, powerfully, taking my time.
"Kihiiit, ihit, iiik, kyaaaang!"
Whew...
She was thrashing. Not quietly enduring like 'sex slave Witae', but wildly sensitive to pleasure like 'beast Witae'. She didn't hide her ecstasy to let me cum—no holding back.
"Hit, ughk, ihiiiik, kihiiit..."
I pinned her down with my body, plastered to her back as I fucked her.
The cock feels great, but this...
Her white hair draped down her back like a soft, fluffy cushion. I felt the tender warmth of her pale locks. My hands on her sides and breasts savored the resilient, squishy give of her flesh. My cock reveled in the vise-like grip and intricate pleasures of her pussy. Already heated from the blowjob, holding back was damn near impossible from the start.
"Here it comes!!!"
I laughed wildly, hugging and pinning her tight so she couldn't move. My thighs, flush against hers, burned hot. I flooded Witae's pussy with cum.
"Kii, kihiiit, kyaaang..."
"That was good. You're so damn slutty."
Even thinking back, I couldn't help but chuckle. Considering my power, I'd figured I'd end up having sex like this someday. Honestly, fucking a woman who thought she was a dog was pretty tame as far as Common Sense Alteration results went.
But I never imagined someone demanding this from me stone-cold sober, with barely any alteration in play.
"Alright, time to head back..."
"Kyiiiing..."
She wasn't speaking human anymore. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure.
"Wanna go more?" I scooped her up and set her on the bench.
"Lie down. Show me your belly!"
"Woof!"
I'd never owned a dog, but I'd seen plenty of cute dog videos. I pressed my mouth to her breasts and started blowing raspberries on her stomach.
"Pbbbbbthhhh—"
"Woof! Woof woof woof! Woof!"
She flailed her limbs excitedly. Seemed like she loved it.
"You like that?"
"Woof!"
"Aww, so cute."
She'd looked like a ruthless villain back at the burger shop—no mercy, no tears. Now she was just a big puppy. Of course, that didn't erase her crimes, but seeing her gaze up at me with that adorable face made me smile anyway.
"Okay then... here we go." I smooched her ample breasts and blew another raspberry.
"Pbbbbbthhhh—"
"Kyaa! Kyaa kyaa kyaa!"
The soft feel of her lips, the visual thrill of her tits quivering right in front of me. I didn't stop there—I treated her even more like a dog.
"Up here, on your face!"
"Woof!"
I lightly scratched under her chin with my fingers. Whether it was just the touch or something more, she puffed up proudly, chin raised high.
"Aww, yeah. Does our Taei like it here?"
"Woof woof!"
I scratched her chin to her heart's content, then laid her flat and raked under her breasts.
"Meeeooowww..."
She seemed to feel both cool relief and rising heat at once.
"Wanna do it again?"
"Woof woof!"
She hopped off the bench and thrust her ass at me again, rubbing against my cock like she wanted it wedged in her crack.
"Damn, you in heat or what?!"
I laughed in disbelief and slammed into her. It felt good. No thoughts, just pure indulgence. She looked beastly, but I wasn't exactly human myself, pounding away at the beast.
I thrust and thrust. She took my cock over and over, expressing herself only in barks, never human words.
"Here it comes!"
I dumped another load inside her. Satisfied I'd fucked Witae plenty, I handed her the clothes from the shopping bag.
"Here, let's go."
"Kyiiiing..."
But she gazed at me with pleading eyes.
"Hah, later if you want more. It's already night. Time to head back and rest."
"Woof!"
But Witae just whined with the leash in her mouth, staring up at me.
"You're gonna carry it like that? No clothes?"
With the leash in her teeth, she propped herself up on her hind legs and rubbed it against my hand.
"...Fine, but if the hotel staff spots us, we're screwed. Just to the end of the path. Got it?"
I gave in with a sigh, petting her hair, then took the leash.
"Let's go!"
Witae scampered ahead on hands and feet, thrilled. It was a heartwarming sight, somehow.
Isabelle Laplare stared blankly at the man and woman.
"You've arrived, Chief Protector!" Brunhilde Wagner snapped a salute.
Isabelle nodded with a faint smile. "Yes. Looks like the situation's wrapped up. No anomalies."
"Yes! But..."
Weariness shadowed Isabelle's eyes. Brunhilde asked, puzzled, "Wasn't it resolved well? Though In Jisan must have suffered quite a bit in the process, that's all in the past. Why do you seem—"
"I'm scared of the unknown."
Isabelle bit her lip. "In Jisan admires Lee Seowon."
"..."
"He's met her in person, had his life saved by her, bought her merch, donated to causes she promoted in PSAs—unwed mothers, industrial accident victims, war refugees."
The WSC never rested. They analyzed him endlessly, probing his mindset. It was crucial.
"Yet, even without fully trusting us, he threw out an absurd condition: he had to rape her, so could we help?"
"...Yes."
"He's moral enough to hang himself without hesitation if he feels useless to society. No way he'd rape a hero he reveres just for lust."
Isabelle bit her lip hard. "So what is it?"
"What..."
"If he hadn't raped Lee Seowon, what would have happened?"
Prophecies don't show everything. They reveal what will happen, not what won't. Even if they did, unverifiable ones hold no value.
"The situation... it's good. Perfect, even. But still..."
Astaroth's suicide stunt had forced the WSC to reveal itself. He'd needed help with "raping Lee Seowon," drawing him closer. Isabelle's original plan lay in ruins. She'd still serve him devotedly, of course.
"It's frightening."
Isabelle tamped down the rising terror in her chest. "Well, a luxury problem, I suppose."
If he'd demanded his "complete and absolute safety," even she and the WSC couldn't entertain such thoughts. With a faint smile, Isabelle turned back to the screen.
"But... what is that?"
There was Witae, naked on a leash, crawling along the path.
"I... don't know. No AP reaction detected, at least."
"Nonsense. You think she did that sober? His power was definitely involved."
"That..."
"This cycle came quicker than expected. Should be fine for a while—no need for the cube. Relax and rest."
Isabelle smiled faintly, watching Witae crawl like a dog. Well, as a fellow woman, that's a pitiful sight... but she's a criminal, so take it.