#2 She is an Alien-Exclusive Sex Slave Magical Girl (Er - Hypnotic Reception Service) (4)
Magical girls don't get pregnant.
More precisely, their wombs and eggs are protected by the fairies' special magic.
Thus, no matter how much they're creampied or injected with thick semen and potent sperm, magical girls won't conceive.
This is regrettable news for those who dream of total conquest through impregnation, or who seek to breed sturdy soldiers from the superior bodies of magical girls.
But for most monsters, it's far from bad—after all, it means unlimited creampies without a care in the world.
Especially for the Mech拉克 monsters, for whom sex is like a meal, not merely for reproduction.
That said, rumors swirl of a Mech拉克 research lab pursuing magical girl impregnation, with actual success cases reported.
But that's (for now) unrelated to Er here or Weg Vice Commander....
Sex continued after that.
Er had climaxed countless times on the vice commander's monstrous cock.
Every nook and cranny inside her pussy was ravaged, violated.
Her vaginal walls, every sensitive spot and wrinkle, even the cervix leading to her deepest womb—all tasted without mercy.
Not just that: she took it in her ass, serviced with her tits, accepted cum on her thighs and underarms.
Her entire body reduced to tools for cock, every inch eventually smeared with thick white fluid.
Hah... hah... ngh...
Now Er straddles Weg Vice Commander, riding him diligently, hips grinding on her own.
With each motion—hips lifting, slamming down—her heavy flesh jiggles, voluptuous breasts bouncing wildly.
Her face is defiled with semen, her tits likewise coated.
Tears of ecstasy overflow, deep fatigue etched on her features, yet Er moves her hips with mechanical precision.
She's been cumming nonstop, yet she clenches her pussy desperately around his cock, never forgetting her service.
"Er, Er. I love it. I'm so happy to have you."
"Hah... ha... M-Master... Master... ahuu... m-me... too...."
She cums again. Mid-confession.
Weg Vice Commander grabs the waist of Er, who freezes atop him, head thrown back as if to topple.
He locks her hips firm, then thrusts upward, churning her insides.
Er wails something incoherent, but he ignores it.
Soon, his cock erupts inside her—gushing, gushing semen.
"Ughhh~~~~!!"
Er trembles in yet another climax.
A week since he'd last indulged with Er.
Time flew by too fast—morning vanished in a blink.
Time to stop, for now.
He yearned for more, but duty called.
'If only I could summon her on a day off.''But the competition's fierce... Next time, I'll take proper leave....'
Truly regrettable.
He wanted Er all to himself, but higher-ups' whims left no choice.
No one craved her as desperately as he—such injustice.
"You think so too, right, Er?"
Weg Vice Commander murmurs like a lament, stroking her hair.
He's back on the sofa, making her clean his cock with her mouth.
Er licks away her own juices and his semen, polishing it spotless.
The taste of her fluids. Master's cum. The musky cock scent assaulting her nose.
All mixed, plunging the 'cock-addicted' and 'cum-addicted' Er into rapture again.
Just oral service, and she cums once more.
Weg Vice Commander gazes lovingly at her, adoring even this.
Weg Vice Commander enters the lounge bathroom with Er, washing up.
Even then, she attends him like a slave, scrubbing his body.
Luxurious service, then playful groping.
Light teasing brings her to two quick climaxes, before he fucks her again with his cock.
Under the shower spray, he finishes on her ass—only then does she properly clean herself.
A drawn-out, indulgent shower ends.
Afterward, a maid robot delivers breakfast; they eat together. Booze would be nice, but work awaits.
During the meal, he orders Er onto the opposite sofa for masturbation.
She spreads her pussy, rubs her clit, fingers her ass—cumming repeatedly for his viewing.
Her solo show as side dish; then he allows her to eat.
Of course, no peace: he embraces her from behind, fondling endlessly.
Climaxes slow her eating; the meal drags on.
Blissful, but no more delays.
Ah... ngh...♡
Ah... ah...
"Honestly, nothing but incompetents around me. Right, Er?"
"If there were more capable ones, I wouldn't be this swamped. I'd have kept you longer—sucking, fucking, savoring every bit."
"All their fault, the incompetents."
Weg Vice Commander grumbles complaints while diligently working.
Out of the lounge, into his office.
At the sturdy desk, holograms and text flicker busily before his eyes.
Each one: tasks demanding his attention.
They appear and vanish in seconds—his processing speed is staggering.
Yet he toys with Er's pussy in his lap, unhindered.
Playing with a woman like a toy without slowing—truly elite. No wonder he's vice commander.
"Er. Don't look, just in case. All top secrets. Leaking to radicals, especially untamed magical girls, would be disastrous."
Floating holograms: documents of utmost confidentiality.
Untrained eyes couldn't grasp even a tenth, but still—not for outsiders.
Yet he hugs her carelessly, no effort to blindfold.
A hypnotized slave magical girl seeing them? Irrelevant.
"You're a good, obedient magical girl. A pathetic weak-pussied bitch, just a cocksleeve. Safe for you to see."
He means it sincerely.
"Ah~ Finally seeing the end. Time to rest. Bored just from pussy play, Er?"
Holograms halt. No more urgent tasks; new ones trickle slowly.
Thus, he kneads her body like dough—breasts, nipples, belly, pussy, clit.
Aahn... ngh...
Haaang...
Each touch to her weak spots draws sweet, fragile sighs, pleasing him.
She's a toy now.
A plaything in his hands, for the monster's amusement.
Defeated magical girls end up like this.
No right to refuse, after losing the war to invaders.
Yet this mere toy, mindless plaything.
Implanted with pleasure, moaning in ecstasy.
Er's eyes fix on the screens. Absorbing every detail. Fleeting holograms etched perfectly in her processed brain....