Training the True Ancestor's Throat
"Suck my dick."
Morgana's large, ruby-red eyes blinked rapidly for a long while before she finally parted her lips.
"Um... but how exactly do I... lick your dick?"
"Hm? Didn't you say you knew how?"
Figured. She'd probably claimed to know just to protect her pride.
I mean, how many women actually know how to lick a cum-covered cock clean?
Just like I did with Rasca, I'd teach her step by step, nice and patiently.
"First, get on your knees."
"I'm a great True Ancestor... I don't kneel for anyone."
"Calm down. This is all just part of the procedure. After all, you've already stripped naked, haven't you?"
"Ah, right. I must have misunderstood. I apologize for that."
Under the influence of my Hypnosis, Morgana dropped to her knees with barely any convincing.
I stood up and thrust my cock right in front of her face. It had gone soft and limp after shooting my load earlier.
"Good. When a dick is presented like this, you kneel and face it directly. That's how the procedure works."
"I see... Got it."
"You're a quick study—perfect. Now, open your mouth?"
"My mouth...?"
"Yes, open it as wide as you can."
Her pretty lips parted wide, and I shoved my cock straight inside.
"Just close your lips without letting your teeth touch it."
"Mmph...?"
"Yes, that's perfect. Teeth can't touch the dick, got it?"
"Mm-hmm."
Finally, my cock was enveloped in her mouth. Her soft, wet tongue slid over the head.
"You're using your tongue well. You've got real talent."
"Hmph."
"Consider that high praise."
Maybe my words made her happy, because Morgana smiled with her eyes. So simple, just like Rasca.
I reached out and stroked the white hair I'd been yanking back just moments ago.
So soft. I kept petting her while praising her as she sucked me off.
Smooth strokes... As I brushed her white hair behind her ear, her eyes sparkled with pride.
Look at her acting all high and mighty. Getting praised for sucking dick and loving it—what a pathetic sight.
It was surprisingly cute, though. I couldn't help petting her hair more.
Slurp, slurp. Sucking like she was eating ice cream seemed tough. Drool dripped from the corners of her mouth.
"Looks like it's about time to wrap up. Open your throat as wide as possible."
I'd show her soon enough. I grabbed the back of her head and yanked her forward hard.
My cock plunged deep into her throat. Maybe from the sudden intrusion, tears welled up in her red eyes.
Even a woman this strong cries when a dick rams her throat.
On an average girl, it might look ugly, but on a beauty like Morgana, it was just mesmerizing.
"I'm gonna pump semen straight down your throat. Stay like this for a bit."
Morgana was more chatty in her head than I expected. I'd thought her cool looks meant she was the quiet type... but nope.
Hmm...
Do vampires die if they can't breathe?
It was an intriguing experiment. I kept her head gripped tight, not letting go.
She had the strength to shove me off and pull out, but she didn't.
Why? Because my Hypnosis had commanded her to stay put!
She's got power, bloodline, status—all of it.
The eternal boss of Terranium's mafia underworld, born of a great lineage. That alone made her untouchable anywhere.
Morgana was that impressive.
But in front of me, she was powerless. Why? Because I ordered her to be.
Vampires need to breathe after all, huh? Even if she looks like she'd sleep great in a coffin.
With my dick jammed in her mouth, her face quickly turned blue. What a sight.
Even a woman of her stature was helpless before me. Wasn't this the true nature of females?
...And right now, I was about to blast my load straight into her stomach via her throat.
"Here...!"
Spurt, spuuurt—my second ejaculation. Way more cum than the first flooded in.
Good thing it didn't go down the windpipe. Gulp, gulp... Morgana swallowed every drop into her belly.
"Pwah...!"
"Let me inspect your mouth. Open wide."
It was more command than request. An imp ordering around a True Ancestor? Unthinkable in the real world, no matter how things changed.
"Ah...!"
"Nice and clean. You did great."
Her sharp fangs gleamed in her open mouth, along with her spotless tongue.
She'd swallowed every bit. Morgana rubbed her bloated belly.
I kneaded her massive tits while pressing my cock closer. Ah, of course—this was just more massage.
"That wraps up today's massage. Remember everything I taught you."
"Ugh...!"
"See you."
Next time, I'd pound her pussy till she came her brains out. Hair-pulling included.
I opened my eyes to find Rasca right beside me. Naked, of course.
"You're awake...?"
"Yeah."
"You did the same stuff to that bitch Morgana as you did to me...?"
Hmm, werewolves sure are jealous. I gently stroked her head and spoke as sweetly as I could.
"Shut up and spread your pussy."
"Y-Yes!"
Squelch, squelch. I mounted the prone Rasca and hammered her pussy, giving her a proper re-education.
"Hmph."
"W-What's wrong? Did I do something bad?"
"Nah. Her hair just feels different from yours."
Rasca's hair was... rougher than soft, I guess? Like petting the well-groomed fur of a big dog.
"How's that bitch's hair?"
"Dunno. Pulled it just fine, though."
"You yanked her hair...? Heh heh, serves her right, that slut."
"Why do you vampires hate each other anyway? Overlapping territories?"
Food competition, maybe? Made sense—neighboring countries back home weren't exactly buddies either.
"Ahhn... Vampires are just creepy bloodsuckers. With their tiny tits too... Oh fuck, slamming it that deep feels so gooood."
"I see."
I roughly grabbed Rasca's head and shoved her face into the pillow. She twitched and gasped beneath me.
After pounding away for a good while, I squeezed my load deep inside her. Glorp, glorp—cum poured into Rasca's depths.
"I'll make you two get along."
"Doubt it...!"
"Nah, I'll make it happen."
Rasca shifted to clean my cum-soaked dick with her mouth. Definitely bigger tits than any vampire—love how they jiggled.
As I groped them, a sudden inspiration hit.
The rift between werewolves and vampires runs deep, but I can't erase it completely.
Still, if I sub all their leaders under me, uniting the gangs should be easy. Boss says play nice—who'd dare refuse?
"Um... Mr. Imp? I mean, Imp Secretary?"
"Hm?"
That's when it happened. Footsteps approached my office. I hadn't announced my thing with Rasca yet.
Obvious why—her reputation as boss would tank if word got out she was some imp's moaning bitch.
That's why I'd picked a soundproofed office on purpose.
"Those bat bastards are here. Say they'll kill us if you don't come out now."
"Hmph."
Here they come. Morgana, that woman. She'd definitely wiped the dream from her memory.
"Grrrr...!"
"Huh? Boss inside?"
"Nah, just brought a dog with me."
Soundproofed, my ass. Sharp ears. I flicked my pet dog's forehead and stood up.
Come to think of it, time to meet her in the real world.
Perfect timing to start working on her.