Patting with My Cock
The moment I pulled down my pants, Morgana's red eyes widened.
Vampires, like humans, dilate their pupils when they're surprised. That's why vampire psychologists read inner thoughts through nonverbal cues.
Morgana had always gauged others' true feelings that way.
But having her own emotions laid bare like this... was a first for her.
“Wh-what are you... Why the hell are you showing me that monstrous thing?”
“Hm? It's a massage tool.”
“That's a penis...”
“No, no, Morgana. This is called a cock. Cock.”
Morgana was utterly appalled by the shameless words.
“I asked why you're showing me your penis. C-cock.”
“You have to use the proper term, Morgana. I told you, it's a cock.”
“The name doesn't matter...”
“No.”
Asmodeus's tone was firm. His face was so androgynous it could pass for either gender, but his lower half made it clear he was a prime male specimen.
Morgana froze at that brazen confidence. Long-forgotten female instincts stirred within her...
“Repeat after me. Cock.”
“C...”
“Don't tremble.”
“C-cock. Cooock...”
“That's right. What I showed you isn't some stiff, academic term like 'penis.' It's a cock.”
“I see...”
Morgana was already completely overwhelmed. Any thought of scolding him had vanished from her mind long ago.
“Relax. I only showed it for the massage.”
“Massage... with that?”
“Of course. Can't you tell it's thicker and harder than my little fingers? I'll use it to delicately massage every nook and cranny of your body.”
How the hell is that supposed to work? Fingers could slip precisely between muscles, but a cock? No way.
“Just trust me and hand over your body without doubting.”
“How can I not doubt? Something that huge messing with my body...”
“You can't trust me, huh? I get it. But try thinking differently. Have I ever done anything bad to you? Anything harmful?”
Thinking back, no. Nothing Asmodeus had touched had ever gone wrong for her.
Morgana's eyes kept drifting downward... Glance, glance. That massive cock throbbed into view.
I wonder how he's gonna massage with that anyway...
Gulp. Imagining a massage with that enormous cock, Morgana swallowed hard.
“Fine... I permit it. But if you try anything weird, I'll grab that oversized cock—way too big for your puny body—and rip it off.”
“No worries. I'd never dare touch you inappropriately.”
Though I plan to ravage you plenty. Asmodeus grinned.
“Then lie down on your stomach again.”
“Got it.”
“Oh, and Morgana, before the massage, let me clarify one thing to avoid misunderstandings.”
Under the hypnosis, Morgana listened intently. Her eyes still fixed on the cock, of course.
“This massage will arouse your body intensely, so I'll have to hold your head up to keep it steady.”
“Fine, I can handle that. Don't worry...”
“No. You'll reflexively arch your body. It's not that I don't trust you—it's just human anatomy.”
“...So how do you plan to do it?”
Asmodeus looked down at her soft, white hair. He'd never seen strands so lustrous and silky.
Rasca's fur was incredibly soft and fluffy too—he buried his face in it sometimes—but Morgana's felt even smoother. She must get special care, he figured.
Noble blood, after all. Figures she'd pamper it.
True Ancestor wasn't just a fancy title for show. How much money and effort had she poured into it?
And Asmodeus felt a dark urge to destroy rising from deep within.
“I'll grab this hair and pull your head back.”
“...That's.”
“I know it sounds like something worth getting mad over. But I can't very well put a leash around that elegant neck of yours.”
“True. No one dares collar me like a dog... But my hair is expensive, you know!”
Bet it is. I know. Asmodeus decided to yank even harder.
“Your hair must be tougher than anything, as a True Ancestor. But if you really mind...”
“What? You little shit, you looking down on me? My hair won't snap from some puny tug like yours.”
“So I can pull?”
“...Fine!”
“Understood.”
Thanks to the hypnosis and Marking combo, she swallowed every word I said.
Good sign. I gripped her long, white hair. So damn soft. Is hair this perfect even allowed?
The fact that I could yank it fueled my pure destructive lust.
“Alright... Let's get to it.”
“Kuh! Y-you're pulling too hard, you little shit!”
“It's all necessary for the massage. No misunderstandings.”
Too late for that. I yanked her perfect white hair back hard.
A vampire's hair was tough—couldn't snap it with my strength. So I could pull as hard as I wanted.
Morgana's head jerked up. I could see her neck muscles twitching.
Perfect angle to slam right in.
Too bad—not yet. I'd tease her till she burst.
I slid my massive cock between her huge ass cheeks. The hard rod dragged over her pussy.
“Th-this is really a massage...?”
“Doesn't your body feel hot? You're sweating, right?”
“Kuh... Sweat's starting, yeah. L-little shit. Can't we stop?”
Morgana begging me. A True Ancestor vampire pleading for mercy.
In reality, she wouldn't even meet my eyes—and could kill me if she wanted.
Now here she was, hair yanked back, tongue lolling out, drool dripping. Black spots staining the bed.
“Endure it. You can't break.”
“Uh...!”
“Time for the final sprint.”
“What? There's no such th...”
Where? Right here, you dumb bitch.
I thrust my hips faster. Her body swayed, drowning in pleasure.
A little more, and she'd shatter. No mercy.
Faster... I shook her. Ejaculation built; precum leaked.
Her crumbling posture was proof—drenched in ecstasy. Face buried in the pillow, writhing.
Couldn't allow that. I yanked her hair harder, forcing her head up.
“Hah... Gonna cum.”
“What? You little— what are you—”
“Means I'm shooting my load all over your body. Don't worry—you won't get pregnant from it.”
You have leveled up.
Hypnosis selected!
Hypnosis LV.1 → LV.2
Females under Hypnosis will now believe your words much more readily.
Perfect timing—a skill point from the level up let me invest in Hypnosis.
The exact effect I needed. Lucky break.
“You came... on my body. With your semen. Unbelievable... Defiling me like this.”
“Morgana, what are you doing right now?”
“...You know you've committed a grave sin against me, right? You wanna die? I won't let you off easy.”
“No, no. What are you talking about? You're the one making a mistake, Morgana.”
Her only mistake was kidnapping and toying with me—but hey, if that's a mistake, sure.
“After the massage, you have to lick the cock clean. That's common sense.”
“Common sense...?”
“Yes. It is. You wouldn't pretend not to know, right?”
“...What do you take me for, you little shit? Of course I know that much.”
My number two cocksucker. Nothing but delight here.