Submission Complete
Asmodeus's height didn't even reach 150 cm. By contrast, Rasca Slovenia's body was a sleek, towering frame pushing close to 180 cm.
30 cm difference.
In boxing terms, it was like pitting a featherweight against a light heavyweight.
Of course, the gap in their actual strength was far more extreme.
"Stay still."
"Gulp."
"You haven't forgotten what I taught you? They say gold retrievers have the intelligence of a five-year-old. Looks like you're about at that level."
Genuine mockery. Rasca's blood boiled at being demoted from wolf to mere dog.
But her body still wouldn't move.
Because she'd been ordered to stay still.
She couldn't disobey. Otherwise, he wouldn't give her the cock she craved.
"Keep holding that at-attention stance... or at least that's what I want to say. Why do you keep fidgeting?"
"Ugh..."
"Did I say gold retriever earlier? Hmm, maybe not quite. Probably more like a Chihuahua."
Her alcohol-soaked body kept swaying unsteadily, leaving Rasca deeply flustered. Normally, she could chug cheap whiskey without batting an eye—her constitution was that tough.
Asmodeus, who knew this better than anyone, had deliberately loaded her glass with the highest-proof stuff.
One drink wouldn't have done it, but after several cocktails based on vodka, she couldn't steady herself anymore.
"Why do you keep twitching? I told you to stay still."
"U-uuuugh... this is..."
"Trying to say it's not my fault? What a bitch. Blaming others first thing."
Under the harsh scolding, Rasca's body shrank back. The light heavyweight frame crumpled pathetically.
"You... showing up in my dreams."
"Of course I did it on purpose. You have the same dream every night and don't find it weird? How stupid can you be?"
"An imp couldn't possibly use magic like that."
She still hadn't pieced it together? Asmodeus leaned in close to her face and murmured.
"I'm an incubus. Not an imp."
"Incubus... that species went extinct."
"Extinct, huh? I figured some of my kind were out there somewhere."
"Obviously. The government enacted a policy to wipe them out... Now I get it. Why you keep showing up in my dreams."
So what? Nothing changes. Asmodeus sneered at her.
"No hysterics. At attention."
"Eek..."
"Stay still."
She knew she shouldn't obey an incubus's command, but Rasca's body stiffened naturally anyway.
"Spread your legs."
"No..."
"Spread 'em. Don't make me say it twice."
"Uuuugh..."
A feeble whine escaped the lips of the werewolf gang's next-in-line leader. The sound of her acknowledging her place as a female.
She had no choice but to spread her legs, and Asmodeus casually tugged her pants down bit by bit.
"Endure it."
"Kgh... Giving my body to some lowly incubus. Shame on a werewolf."
"Lower your hips a bit."
"My body might get dirty, but my mind won't. You arrogant little imp!"
"Thrust your hips forward. Yeah, that's it..."
Squish-squish-squelch-squish—
As always, Asmodeus plunged his fingers into Rasca's pussy.
Those tiny fingers ravaged her insides wildly.
"Getting wet from such small fingers, squirting your juices everywhere."
"Ughhuuuh! Uguuuk!"
"Even your moans are trashy. In the dreams, you sounded like a pure bitch in heat. Oh, holding back now?"
His familiar touch pushed Rasca over the edge, and she gushed fluids from her lower body. It was only a matter of time before the floor got soaked.
Squelch-squelch-squiiiish—
The lewd sounds clinging to his hand echoed obscenely. Rasca trembled violently, unable to stay still as her tail wagged furiously.
"Your face is beet red. Looks good."
"S-stop..."
"Stop? Why should I?"
"Please... I hate cumming like this."
"You're misunderstanding something."
Squiiiish—!
His hand drove even deeper.
"Since when did you think you had a choice?"
"Hiiik?! Haaaaang!"
Splurt-splurt-spluuurt—!
Rasca finally couldn't hold it and squirted a massive load onto the floor. Her body staggered like someone who'd taken a hard punch to the jaw, then toppled backward.
"From now on, I'll give you a choice."
"H-huuk! Huuuuh?!"
At the peak of her orgasm, Rasca convulsed like she'd been electrocuted. Ignoring it, Asmodeus moved to the next phase.
"I'm going to mark your body. The strongest incubus mark there is. Once it's etched, you'll be my slave completely."
"Like I'd let you mark me!"
"I think so too. If you were in your right mind."
Just make her lose her mind. He pulled out his massive cock.
A dizzying size impossible to compare to his small fingers.
"N-no. If you put that in now..."
No mercy. Shluuuurp... His cock burrowed into her depths.
Rasca gasped, feeling the sensation of the enormous meat rod invading her. The same taste from her dreams...
"Ah...!"
The dizzying pleasure made her moan involuntarily. The pain of her hymen tearing meant nothing before the overwhelming ecstasy.
"Want me to mark you?"
No answer even when asked again. No need to rush. Just break her down slowly.
Asmodeus snapped his hips forward once. Squish...! Rasca's massive, beautiful body shook.
This isn't a dream.
Undeniable reality. The pleasure she felt now held not a shred of falsehood.
I can't submit. I'm... the proud next great chieftain of the werewolf clan! The moment I break to pleasure, everything's ruined.
Stronger resolve than expected. So Asmodeus decided to move his hips faster.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap... The sound of pelvises colliding rang out loudly.
I...
Slap!
I... what was I?
Slap-slap!
Werewo...
With each thrust, her noble sense of duty vanished. Like a mischievous kid kicking down a sandcastle on the beach.
Rasca's reason crumbled helplessly.
"Gonna keep holding out?"
"N-not yeeeeet!"
"Sheesh, still resisting."
Werewolves originated in harsh environments. Their endurance outclassed other species.
Rasca Slovenia, future leader of her clan, held out to the end. If she were just a mere bitch, she'd have broken long ago.
"Holding up well. Guess I'll fire one off then..."
Spurt-spurt-spuuuurt—!
Regardless, Asmodeus unloaded his semen inside her. He didn't pull out until every drop of the hot fluid was spent.
No.
Incubi had a notorious reputation. Known for toying with other species' females to increase their numbers.
Of course, it wasn't true. Incubi could only breed with their own kind—succubi.
Rasca, unaware, thought the cum flooding her would impregnate her.
"Aaaah..."
In the end, this tiny incubus had knocked her up... The misunderstanding sank her spirits even lower.
She's holding out better than I thought. Tsk... Was I too hasty?
Asmodeus felt a twinge of alarm. The woman he'd expected to shatter at a touch was tougher than anticipated.
Well, doesn't matter. I can crash at Rasca's place for a while and train her like this.
Luckily, her subconscious still obeyed. Train her day and night, and eventually she'd beg for the mark herself.
"Rasca? Rasca, clean my dick now."
"Ah..."
Then, something Asmodeus hadn't expected happened.
"Yesss..."
When he presented his cock, still buried in her pussy, to her mouth.
Rasca had finally fallen. And she smiled dopily.
Finally.
Elated, Asmodeus looked down at her with pride.
Ridiculously, the woman who'd held out to the end broke from her sense of smell.
"...Can I mark you?"
"Do whatever you want, Master. My body is yours nowww♥︎"
"Good."
Asmodeus raised the Marking to level 4.
Vrrrrm—!
An indelible tattoo etched itself above her womb, crossing the point of no return.
Rasca Slovenia is now yours.
Congratulations! You have claimed your first bitch.
Strengthen your bitches with skill enhancements. Use them to conquer more.
Good luck.
My first bitch: Rasca Slovenia.
Finally, she was mine.