Grinding My Cock on Her Pussy
Current Dominance: 60%
Rank:9th Rank
Skills:
Lewd Dream (LV.3), Female Detection (LV.2), Marking (LV.1)
These were the skills I had right now. I'd sucked up a fair amount of essence, but my growth felt slower than expected.
I pondered it deeply and realized it was because I hadn't gone beyond just fingering her pussy—no real penetration.
'Don't I just need to absorb essence, though?'
As that thought crossed my mind, one fact hit me.
Compared to when I was 10th Rank, being 9th Rank now demanded way more essence.
Was it because my "weight class" had gone up? Makes sense— a 190cm giant doesn't eat the same as a 150cm shrimp, so higher ranks naturally crave more essence.
'So I need to suck it up more aggressively.'
Down the line, I'd probably need even more. Just one rank up, and my body was already demanding more. Rasca alone might not cut it for absorption. Which means I gotta secure as many women as possible.
'Of course, first things first—get Rasca fully under my thumb.'
My pants were down, revealing my massive cock. Even to me, the size was ridiculous. Hadn't measured it, but probably around 20cm. Wouldn't look out of place next to those black porn star actors.
"Wh-what the hell is that thing?!"
"What else? My dick, dick. First time seeing one?"
"No fucking way... It's that big?!"
I'd been shocked myself at first. How must Rasca—the one about to get toyed with by this monster—feel?
Not my problem. What mattered was teasing it out of her to absorb more essence.
"Don't put it in!"
A pleading whine burst from the mouth of this fierce bitch Rasca. Her shrill voice nearly made me burst out laughing. Even a hotshot like her was just a woman in the end.
"Relax, I won't shove it in yet."
This was all just an experiment, after all. Though I'd ravage her to the fullest within the rules.
"You whine like you hate it, but your body's reactions don't lie."
"Sh-shut the fuuuuck up! If I could move, I'd rip your head off and make it sandwich filling!"
"No sandwich has that in it."
Thanks to my boosted dominance, Rasca couldn't even twitch.
And that wasn't all.
"Shut your mouth."
"Mmph..."
"Finally a bit quieter."
Marking let me issue simple commands, even if not detailed ones yet.
"Look at this—you act like you wanna kill me, but your pussy's fucking flooded."
"Nngh...! S-stop it!"
"No chance in hell. Would you stop if it were you?!"
Even after fingering her so much, Rasca's pussy lips stayed stubbornly clenched. I'd probably have to spread them with my fingers to get in. Made doing whatever I wanted that much easier.
I gripped my rock-hard cock and gently rubbed the tight entrance.
"Ngh... I told you, no weird shit..."
I didn't shove it in. Could have, but...
'Looks like that's what she's craving.'
I knew it. Deep down, Rasca wanted my cock right now.
Just grinding the glans over her sealed pussy lips had juices gushing out. One thrust, and she'd lose her mind in ecstasy.
'But where's the fun in that? I'll make her beg first.'
Never give away your best work for free.
So I held back, no insertion. I rocked my hips, stroking up and down over her clenched slit—schlick, schlick.
The more I did, the redder Rasca's face got, like she was about to explode.
"You...!"
If she truly hated it, she'd be thrashing her limbs, even with dominance shifted. Minor resistance was still possible.
But Rasca just lay there, legs splayed wide, spitting curses from her mouth. That sight gave me a twisted thrill.
Absorbing essence...
Skill points acquired.
From 9th Rank onward, select skills to upgrade.
Bingo.
Couldn't see it clearly, but grinding like this sucked essence faster. Sumata, right? Japanese pussyjob.
Let me level up a skill—and the one I chose was...
Selected: Marking
Current Level: LV.2
Marking now dominates marked targets more powerfully.
Ziiing—!
The pink tattoo near Rasca's lower belly glowed. Every grind of my cock made it shine brighter.
Marking on Rasca Slovenia has leveled up.
Issue more detailed commands.
Sweat beaded between Rasca's abs. She was loving it bad.
I set my cock aside and jammed my fingers back into her pussy like before. Still tight as hell.
"Haa, haaah!"
"Lift your pussy."
"Haa, haaah!!"
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!
I pistoned my fingers fast, scrambling her brain, then tested a command. Shockingly, she obeyed—thrusting her hips up, groin raised amid the bucking.
"Good girl. That's my puppy."
"..."
"Answer me."
"W-woof."
Finally! A bark from Rasca's mouth. She realized it late, eyes glazing with tears. Not from sadness—this was pure humiliation.
"That's right, good puppy... You're my dog from now on. Bark when I say bark. Lift your pussy when I say lift. Got it?"
"Woof..."
"This is just in dreams, of course. But soon, I'll fuck you like a bitch for real."
Then the dream began crumbling. Last thing, I laid my cock atop her pussy and smirked in satisfaction.
She was way bigger and stronger than me. But in these dreams? Just a pathetic bitch in heat.
Sandwich sales boomed again today.
Stocked extra ingredients, but they sold out in 30 minutes flat.
"Fuckin' hurry up with more stock!"
"I waited two hours in line, and now empty-handed? You shittin' me?!"
What can I do when you wolves eat like pigs?
Werewolves were sneakily numerous too. Where'd they all come from?
"We got a culture of popping out pups nonstop. Birthin's sacred and all."
"Ah, gotcha..."
Curious, I asked—turns out big litters are cultural. Dogs gonna dog, cranking out puppies like crazy.
'But if I knock up Rasca like this, what happens? Gotta wrap it up?'
That question resolved quick.
Low-rank incubus semen contains no sperm.
Meaning at this rank, I couldn't impregnate anyone. Pure, no-strings pleasure.
To enable impregnation, gather more essence and evolve to higher incubus rank!
Something to consider later.
"Sandwich ingredients sold out for today. Sorry!"
"Hire some damn help already!"
I'd love staff—locals ideally.
But trust who? Werewolves are dumb, sure, but they'll backstab just fine. They could steal my recipe and open shop elsewhere. Locals would buy from their own over some outsider. No way I'd let that fly.
"Once I'm more settled, I'll hire on."
Not you mutts, though. Keep barking your threats.
'Speaking of—gotta pass Rasca intel to the vampires.'
Meeting starts today. Just minor info, right? Can't spill her pussy weakness.
"Brought sandwiches again. Saved two for me, yeah?"
"Of course."
Rasca's face lit up noticeably. Easy read.
"By the way, Lady Rasca, any hobbies?"
"Hobbies? Dunno... Naps, maybe."
"Oh, uh, really."
"Lately sweating buckets, so even that's tough."
That ain't sweat, probably. Aphrodisiac withdrawal?
Still, solid intel.
"Anyway, hand over the sandwiches."
"Right away."
This batch, I loaded extra aphrodisiac. Get hooked deeper, bitch.