Flame Witch (6)
While Flame Witch slept, I filled my stomach with room service and approached her.
-Knead, knead, knead.
"Every pair of tits has its charm, but damn, big ones are the best, aren't they?"
I sat the sleeping woman up and kneaded her breasts vigorously from behind. The softness of those massive jugs I couldn't even fully grasp with one hand was pure heaven. And the shape—perfect teardrops. How was this possible? Weren't big tits supposed to sag from the weight? Why teardrops?
Could it be?
Did reaching S-rank hero status let you defy gravity too?! It was a pretty plausible theory. After all, everyone with high-level superpowers was stunningly attractive. Of course, the pinnacle of beauty among them was yours truly. Why? Because my total superpower levels added up to a whopping 69! Un-fucking-believable! Dark City's top brain, top Casanova, top gentleman, and now top pretty boy too! I'd monopolized four of the city's best categories all by myself. Just how perfect was I planning to get?! Too perfect to even seem human! The vanguard of unrealism...!
"But how did my thoughts lead me here?"
Oh, right. I was pondering the correlation between superpower levels and beauty. Anyway, my theory was simple: the higher your superpower level, the more stunning you become. Just look at my parents. Sure, they invested a fortune in beauty treatments, but no amount of money could fully conquer the ravages of time. Yet with money plus superpowers, they looked like twenties stunners even in their fifties.
So the conclusion was—
"Flame Witch's tits are the best."
Flame Witch was destined to be mine, providing me endless pleasure for life.
This time, I slid my hand lower and touched her swollen, reddened clit. Thanks to my healing skill, her pussy wasn't puffy despite being pounded all night. I pinched her clit, kneaded her breasts, and tweaked her nipples. Soon enough, Flame Witch stirred awake.
"Ugh, ungh... Where...?"
"Awake already? Hungry, right?"
"You... Ah?!"
Her hazy eyes widened as she turned to me, remembering who I was. Just as I'd predicted, her gaze turned venomous.
"....."
But she didn't spit curses or phlegm at me. She knew it wouldn't faze me mentally. Flame Witch cursing me out? Hell yeah, that'd be a sweet reward. I was fully ready to savor every filthy word from her lips. Her glaring eyes made my cock twitch. But I held off inserting it. I had to let our Flame Witch recover her stamina and fluids to avoid a death from overexertion.
"Hungry? I ordered food. Eat up."
"Drop dead."
"You should eat. Otherwise, you won't last. We're fucking all day again—think you can handle it on an empty stomach? Unless you wanna die with my dick inside you, then starve away."
"....."
Her glaring eyes shook violently. Having fucked through the night, she knew I meant it. And when I said all day, I meant all day.
"Let's eat."
"....."
I scooped her up and sat her at the room service table. The food had cooled a bit but was still warm. She stayed docile until I seated her.
"Eat."
"....."
I told her to eat, but she hesitated, not touching her fork. With a sigh, I leaned in close and spoke again.
"Flame Witch. Let's keep it simple. Eat."
"Get your face away."
"Oh yeah, forgot to mention this."
With a smirk, I pulled back as she gripped her fork. Then I laid out the rules she'd follow here for the next week.
"From now on, you call me Master. And use polite speech. Got it?"
"Why the hell would I...!"
"If you don't follow the rules..."
"Kyaa! Mmph?!"
I yanked her hair, tilting her head back, and forced a kiss on her lips.
"Then no birth control pills. I'll knock you up."
"...Kill me."
"What?"
"If you're gonna rape me like this, just kill me now! Kill me, you bastard!"
Flame Witch screamed in fury. True to her S-rank hero status, she wasn't breaking easily. But I wasn't worried. It was only day two of the planned week, and crucially, she'd tasted my cock. She'd deny it, but she was already starting to with my color.
"I told you, I won't kill you. But impregnating you? That's on the table. And hey..."
-Stab!
"?!"
I snatched her fork and jammed it into my forearm. Fuck, that stung like hell. As I self-harmed out of nowhere, her eyes widened. I used healing on myself to show her my healing superpower.
"Th-this...!"
"See? Kill yourself if you want. But you won't die. I'll revive you."
"Multi... superpower user..."
"Bingo. I'm the multi-superpower freak scholars and scientists swore was impossible."
"....."
Flame Witch stared up at me blankly, clearly shocked.
"Now eat. Normally you'd say, 'Thank you for this food, Master. I am eternally your flesh toilet.' But first time, so I'll let it slide."
"Kuh...!"
"Eat."
I handed her the fork stained with my blood and sat across from her. After glaring, she hesitated but started eating. No matter how humiliating, hunger wins out.
Heh heh heh. Tastes like honey.
Stunned by my multi-powers, she didn't notice the white sauce on her steak—my cum from before she woke. Flame Witch ate her cum-topped meal just like that.
Later, I'll make her see exactly what she's eating.
I didn't tell her yet. I'd reveal the truth once she submitted more, right in front of her eyes.
*****
After breakfast, I dragged her to the bathroom. Her body was crusted with dried cum from the night, including her pussy and ass. Before serious training, I'd clean her up.
"Let go! I'll wash myself!"
Her spirit was cracking, but not fully broken. Unlike Yuna submitting in a day, she was an S-rank hero. Anyway—
"Flame Witch. What did I say?"
"What?"
I leaned into her scowling face.
"I told you: call me Master, use polite speech."
"Like hell I will!"
"Really? Heh heh... Turns out you're the dishonest type, Flame Witch."
"What?"
"If you wanted my baby that bad, just say so. I'd have impregnated you right away."
"Bullshit!"
She retorted instantly. Oops, rule broken again.
"Naughty girls who break rules get punished."
"Kyaa!"
-Thrust!
I spun her around, shoved her into doggy, and rammed in. She jolted at the rough entry.
Shwaaaa—!
Water poured from the showerhead. Her lush red hair plastered to her neck and back. How passionate was she? Even her hair was fiery red.
Pang! Pang! Pang! Pang—!
In the cascading water, wet flesh slapped lewdly. Each deep thrust drew moans from her.
"Cumming!"
"Nooo! Kyaaaaah~!"
Gurgle—!
I pumped hot cum into her fiery pussy. Her back arched like a bow in her own climax.
Slap—!
I smacked her ass and whispered in her ear.
"I'll remodel your mind into a perfect flesh toilet."
"Aaaah..."
*****
Vrrr—! Vrrrrr—!
"Th-this is weird! Untie me quick!"
Slap—!
"Kyaa!"
"Polite speech, remember?"
"... Kyah!"
After sex-shower combo, I began proper Flame Witch training. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed in pairs, her cum-filled pussy and ass plugged with vibrators sized to my cock. Blindfold on, seated on my thigh—prep complete.
"Aaaah... Haaang...!"
The dual vibrators buzzed relentlessly; she writhed like a snake, lost. I kneaded her tits, whispering filth in her ear.
"Fucking slut. Why are these tits so huge? Huh? Bet you've teased tons of guys with 'em. Lewd bitch. Virgin slut bewitching men."
"No! I didn't!"
"Polite speech."
Slap—!
"Kyaa!"
Her S-rank pride kept her from obeying. Even with ass slaps.
"Ah, aaaah! G-gonna cum...!"
Vrrrr...
I stopped the vibrators right at her edge. Blindfold up, her panicked eyes met mine.
"Wh-why...?"
"What? Wanna cum? Use polite speech."
"....."
Conflict twisted her face. Her mind screamed no submission, but her body craved release. Edged repeatedly, she was going mad.
"Just once. 'Please let me cum, Master.'"
"...Shut up. I won't say that."
"Fine? Still got fight, huh. Keep it up."
I waited for her to calm, then restarted the buzz.
"Eut! Hng! Haaaang~!"
Sweet moans escaped her. Exactly one hour later—
"M-Master! Please let me cum! Please, I beg you!"
"Heh heh heh. Fucking slut. Said you'd never, but look at you. You're such a lewd bitch."
Unable to endure the pleasure, she'd said it. Even the strongest mind cracks under orgasm denial.
"Fine, cum then!"
I laid her on the bed, yanked the pussy vibe, and slammed my cock in. I pistoned wildly.
Thud thud thud—!
My glans battered her womb entrance.
"Kyaaaaah~!"
"Cum! Break, flesh toilet bitch!"
"Hng! Haaang! C-cuuuuming!!!!!"
I flooded her fiery depths with hotter seed.
*****
Gurgle—!
"Phew... Good. Now eat."
"...N-no way?"
I came on her room service portion and offered it; her face paled.
"Yup. Your breakfast had my cum too."
"... Urp! Blegh!"
Nauseous, she bolted for the bathroom. I yanked her hair to stop her.
"Kyaa!"
"Heh heh heh. Cut the crap, slut. You scarfed breakfast like it was delicious—now puking? Eat it all, now!"
"N-no!"
"Eat!"
"Urp?!"
I thrust from behind and shoved her face into the food. Cum and sauce smeared everywhere.
"Finish it or no sleep tonight."
"Ah, aaaah..."
*****
Training from morning stretched into night.
"Hng..."
"Heh heh heh. My cock that tasty?"
"Yesss... Hng!"
Flame Witch slurped the cock that had raided her holes hundreds of times, savoring it. Her mind seemed broken.
Or maybe she's biding time for escape.
I didn't trust her. Could be faking submission for a chance to flee.
Whatever you try, it changes nothing. In a week, you'll leave as my slave.
"Swallow it all!"
"Uwoook?!"
I yanked her head till her forehead hit my pubes. Cum gushed down her throat.
Gulp!
Gulp!
Gulp!
Writhing in agony, she was force-fed my load.