Sworn Enemies (1)
I'd succeeded in completely subjugating Rasca Slovenia in her Lewd Dream, but things were a bit different in reality.
"…."
She'd just stare at me blankly or nitpick with a constant tsk tsk.
"I heard rumors that there's something wrong with your sandwiches. Did you spike them with some weird drug?"
"What are you talking about? That's—"
"Guys who ate your sandwiches all got stomachaches and bolted straight to the bathroom. There's no problem with the food, right?"
Oh, not this again…. I thought she'd figured out about the aphrodisiac in the sandwiches.
"From what I know, werewolves have digestive systems on another level compared to other races. They clean up food poisoning bacteria in their stomachs without a hitch."
To me, it just looked like they overate as a group. Cuban sandwiches are oily with spicy sauces, so they're not exactly stomach-friendly.
"Shut up. We'll be investigating soon, so get ready."
"Yes, ma'am."
Just like that, Rasca in reality was a total pain in the ass. She hadn't been this picky before.
'This damn bitch.'
But in the dream, it was a different story.
"Heh, hek, heek…. Woof! Woof!"
"Dare to investigate? You think you can boss me around in my business?"
"I'm sorryyy…. But if I don't act tough, I can't maintain my dignity."
"Your dignity doesn't fucking matter."
Rasca had completely crumbled. Even in reality, she hadn't, but in the dream….
If I told her to bark, she barked. If I ordered her to strip, she became my personal fuckhole.
"Your brain's dumb, but your body remembers well."
"Woof!"
"Yeah, that's right. Good girl."
Squelch….
I shoved my massive cock straight into the gap between her ass cheeks thrust backward, and Rasca's body involuntarily bent forward.
"Who said you could break position?"
"Haaaahhh…. But with a dick this huge slamming in, I can't help it."
"Can't help bending over? Don't make me laugh."
I yanked the leash tight with my left hand. Rasca's neck choked, her tongue lolling out.
She looked pretty strangled, but I showed no mercy.
Her nagging in reality was getting on my nerves more than I'd expected.
I kept the leash taut, pounding her pussy with brutal force.
"Gkh! S-Stop…. It hurts. My neck hurts!"
"Hurts? Suck it up."
"Gkh…!"
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
My hips didn't stop amid it all. I kept thrusting back and forth, smashing her ass with my pelvis.
In the end, Rasca's body fully collapsed. I'd told her to hold the position, but if she kept this up, I'd have to get rougher.
'In reality, she's a woman who could crush me in one hit. But in the dream, she's just a bitch panting from a cock in her cunt.'
I loved that about it. As an incubus, all I had going for me was this enormous dick.
"I might die like this…. Actually die…."
"Then just break free with your strength, duh."
"B-But then, gkh! I couldn't take Imp-nim's cock anymore…."
Rasca in the dream was so well-trained, she followed my every word. I liked that too.
I ramped up the speed even more. My ejaculation urge skyrocketed, and I was ready to unload.
"Yeah, I don't give dick to rebellious bitches anyway."
If she wanted, Rasca could slip this leash anytime. I wasn't forcing her.
But she didn't want my hatred, so she put it on herself.
That was the key part.
Right now, Rasca wasn't just mentally submitting—she was emotionally breaking too. Why? Because I controlled the dick.
'In the end, she's gone cock-crazy. That tough woman.'
Spurt-spurt-spuuuurt—!
I blasted my cum deep inside her. Hot, sticky semen filled with sperm flooded her womb.
Glurp, glurp. My seed would try to impregnate her uterus, of course.
Even if it implanted, no fertilization—dream rules.
"Hoo."
"Ah…. You came inside again…♥ What if I get pregnant like this♥"
"You're not getting pregnant, you idiot. How many times do I have to tell you? This is a dream. Dream."
"B-But…. It feels so thick and hot—how could it not make a baby?"
Did I choke her too hard? Rasca kept spouting dumb shit.
Sheesh…. Can't do this too often, or she'll turn into a retard. I loosened the leash.
'If only she were this obedient in reality.'
But that wasn't easy. She was still acting venomous.
'Hmm…. Gotta find a way to break her completely in reality too.'
Busy times ahead. Gotta break Morgana too.
Still, it'd be a hell of a sight. Both women on their knees, shaking their asses begging for my cock.
For that, I needed to work harder on dick-play strategies.
'…Wait, or maybe the opposite—not giving her dick.'
Cutting off a taste just makes them more desperate.
What would Rasca's face look like if I suddenly withheld the cock I'd been feeding her?
Gonna be hilarious.
Rasca Slovenia was seriously pissed.
Not because of that imp who kept showing up in her dreams. If anything, that was her secret, pleasurable indulgence.
"What? Those bat bitches dared invade our turf?"
What really set her off was the Blood Mafia—her longtime rivals—trespassing into her territory.
"The guys we sent there for business all got beat up and hauled to the hospital! Those fucking bastards…. We gotta kill 'em all, Boss!"
"Yeah! Yeah!"
"…Yeah, we need revenge."
Not only had they invaded the Werewolf District, but they'd gang-beaten two of her collectors. Unforgivable.
So Rasca decided to handle it personally.
"Prep for war. Round up everyone! Time to burn every vampire bitch in Terranium."
"B-Boss!"
That's when it happened. The hideout door burst open with a BAM!
"What now? Don't you assholes know how to knock?!"
"Big trouble! Cops are out front right now."
"What? Cops? Fuck, payday's not for weeks."
Every crime outfit in Terranium had to cozy up to the police. Even werewolf Rasca did—kicking up 10% of profits kept things smooth and cheap, no loose ends.
"Th-They're here about that thing we just talked about? And next to them…."
"What?"
"That Morgana woman's with 'em."
Morgana, Morgana….
Rasca, who never forgot that hated name even for a second, shot up in rage.
"That bat bitch graced us with her presence? Begging to die?"
"No, Boss! Cops are here. That new chief, Noxbell—she's a hardliner."
Hardliner: Cops who took bribes but punished anyone crossing the line.
"Fine, let's meet and talk. Yeah?"
"…Got it."
Rasca barely calmed her fury. Boiling rage crushed her chest.
"Let 'em in!"
Moments later, the door opened, and two women entered.
"Hey, darling~ Looking radiant. Heard business is booming."
"…Shut your trap? Wanna see that pretty face smashed?"
"Smashed? Please, auntie!"
"Auntie? You're older! I've lived ten times your years!"
The two kept up the verbal sparring. Stuck in the middle, Noxbell Seladrin calmly sipped her coffee, watching.
"I'm not here to watch you two bicker. Get to the point."
"…Understood, Chief."
"You both know what happened. Morgana's side started it, right? So compensate."
"Hmmm, fine. How much?"
Morgana didn't want war either—called in cops to mediate cleanup.
"Around $100,000 should do."
"…Not totally heartless. Bloodsucking vampires."
"I have my reasons. Anyway, drink for reconciliation?"
Morgana snapped her fingers snap—. Door opened; someone entered.
"You…."
He was a man Rasca knew. The face that had dominated her just yesterday.