Domination
Sion seized Park Hyejin by the hair—chains and all—and dragged her sliding across the floor, then slammed her down and pinned her there.
Thud.
"Kh—gh...!"
Her face was driven into the wet iron plating, nose and forehead crushed flat against the cold metal.
"L-let go... let go of me...! Do you even know who I—"
His grip tightened. Her cheek mashed into the plate, and the words smeared into nothing.
"Mmph...!"
"...You talk too much."
The voice was low, ringing in two layered tones.
Seven years.
Sion looked down at the back of the head beneath his palm. It was the same head that had always been held high on the far side of the store counter. Now a single hand of his had it crushed into the iron floor.
In the meantime, she was slowly realizing that something was wrong with her body. She was hot. Where the white knit had slipped, her bare shoulders and nape flushed red and glistened with sweat, and against the plate her nipples stood stiff through the fabric.
"Haa, ha... why, why is it so hot..."
Her breathing came ragged. Her thighs rubbed together of their own accord, and between them something sticky seeped from beneath the leather skirt, gleaming all the way down the insides of her knees. Her knees rose on their own. Her hips lifted.
"N-no... I'm not doing this... I'm not...!"
Sion shoved the leather skirt up over her waist. Soaked leather peeled away with a sticky sound, and black lace panties came into view, the center drenched so thoroughly that the cloth clung to her skin and had gone translucent.
"Eek... don't... kuhp!"
He pressed her lifted head back down.
Riiip.
Black fingers tore the side of the panties. The wet cloth sagged to one side, and a clear thread stretched long between fabric and flesh before it snapped. Park Hyejin's pussy lay bare.
A body burning on the drug. The outer lips swelled fat and glistening around it; between them the inner lips gaped, flushed a congested red, and deeper still a pink hole twitched open and shut as if waiting for someone to come. Above it her clit thrust its head out, trembling at the mere brush of air. A drop of slick fell onto the iron plate, and then another.
"...For all that you're a bitch, you're filthy with lust."
"N-no... don't look...!"
Instead of answering, Sion pressed her head harder into the floor. There was no caress. Beneath him, it lifted its head.
Black. A shaft like carved obsidian, thick red veins wound around it, flaring bright as embers with every pulse and then dimming again. The tip swelled angry and glistening—a girth no one could believe belonged to a man. A black hand seized her ass, fingers sinking deep into the white flesh, and spread her open. Wet flesh split by force, and the twitching hole gaped wide.
"H-hiek...! Wh-what are you—don't spread me...!"
Sion didn't listen. He set the swollen head against that hole. It wasn't a knock at the door. He pressed it in and seated it, the way one marks the place a thing is meant to be driven. Strength went into the hand pinning her head, and into the hand gripping her ass, and his weight settled into his hips. Seven years' worth.
Schlk—!
Something hot and thick drove in to the root in a single thrust.
"Oh—oooook!!!"
Park Hyejin's vision burst white. She couldn't tell whether it was pain or heat. Her pussy, burning on the drug, screamed—and swallowed that thickness all the way to the root. Sion felt it with his whole body. The soaked inner flesh clung tight from every side, as if it had no intention of letting go.
"P-pull out... pull out...! You crazy... monster bastard...!"
Even crushed flat, that mouth was still spitting defiance. He drew his hips all the way back, and drove down again.
Thud...!
"Kh—aagh...!!"
The oil drum she'd dumped on him with a smile rose in his mind.
Thud...!
"Oh—ok...!"
The checklist she'd rewritten however she pleased...
Thud...!
"H-hiik...!"
His own head, bowing with a yes, sir.
This bitch.
Each time a memory surfaced, he struck the deepest place once. The harder he drove, the more strength settled into his hips, and into the hand pinning her head.
"Ha, hagh... it hurts, too hard...! Ah, aaang...!"
Park Hyejin's nails scraped the floor. The more she thrashed to slip free of the hand on her head, the harder that hand pressed, and the deeper the cock drove, as if it meant to punch through her womb.
Schlk...
Park Hyejin felt it—not just her body, but something lower still. Her womb was beginning to tremble. Every time he pulled out, the thick shaft scraped along her insides, and fire caught wherever it scraped, spreading in a crackling rush past her lower belly all the way to her tailbone.
"Hhh, mmph...! Nnnngh...!"
...What is this...
I don't... know this...
A night with her younger boyfriend flickered through her mind, and the next thrust erased it. There had never been any comparison to begin with.
Squeeze...
The inner folds wound around the shaft of their own accord.
"...Your ass is more honest than your mouth."
"N-no... it's not...!"
Schlk, thud. Schlk, thud. The thrusting quickened. The hand on her head twisted her face to the side, and the sounds that had been trapped spilled out all at once.
"Oh, oook!! There, stop there...!! It's weird, it's weeeird...!!"
Plap, plap. Every time his hips struck, slick sprayed in every direction. Foamy wetness ran in streams down the insides of her thighs, and her curled toes braced against the floor and let go. And before long—
"I'm c-coming...! No, I'm cominggg...!!"
Thud...!
The last stroke struck the deepest place.
"Kh—hiiiiik...!! Ah, aaaaaang...!!♡"
Her waist bowed like a drawn bow. Her pussy trembled around the buried shaft, and clear fluid spurted from the seam of their joining—pssh, pshhh—again and again.
"Uh, ukh...♡ Ah, auh...♡"
Tears, snot, spit. All of it mingled and spread beneath the cheek crushed to the floor. Sion was still buried inside her. Twitch, twitch. The ruined inner flesh bit down on the shaft and let go, all on its own.
He lifted the hand gripping her hair.
"U-ugh..."
Her face rose off the floor. Her neck bent back, and the glistening face met his red eyes. Unfocused, they looked up at him, then tried to slide shut. From the far side of the store counter, this face had always looked down at him and smiled.
...All by herself.
He let go. Her face dropped onto the iron plate with a dull tap.
SMACK!
A black palm came down on her raised ass, and the sound rang through the whole cell. A handprint bloomed red across the white flesh.
"Hiek...!♡"
The struck place burned, and at the same time her insides clamped tight around the shaft.
"Ha. You fucking bitch, getting off all by yourself?"
The voice was cold. Park Hyejin tried to lift her head. Before she could, the black body planted a knee between her legs and mounted her. One hand seized her waist and hauled her back; the other arm came over and wrapped her throat from the front.
"N-no...! Wh-what are you—!"
Tight.
Strength went into the arm. Her throat closed.
"Kh—khk...!"
Her eyes went wide. Her fingers scrabbled at the black wrist.
Shlk.
In that instant, he drove in again. The moment her airway shut, the pussy that had just collapsed clenched in shock and bit down on what was entering.
"K-kiik...!♡"
Her tongue spilled out of her mouth. A low breath leaked from Sion's lips. She was far tighter than before—a body starved of air, clinging to the shaft as if begging to be kept alive. He drove his hips deeper. Her arched back crushed against his chest, her ass lifted higher, and the tip of the head ground into the deepest place: the mouth of her womb.
Ku, uuuu.
Her whole belly rang with it.
"Uh-uh, uhhh...!♡♡"
Tears running. A tongue trembling. Thighs locked in spasm.
"Can't... can't breathe... but it feels—no... air..."
Sion loosened his arm just a little. She drew half a breath. Her inner flesh slackened—then, when he tightened again, she startled and clung to him once more.
...With nothing but breath. This much.
Sion didn't rush. He tightened his arm, and her pussy bit down hard. Inside that grip he drew his hips back slowly, then drove in to the hilt.
"Kh—gk...! Hh, ukh...!♡"
He loosened. Her insides eased. In the brief gap while she gasped in air, he tightened again.
"Haah... kh, khk...!♡♡"
Tighten, and thrust. Loosen, and withdraw. To the rhythm of breath seized and released, this body gripped him and let him go all on its own.
Squeeze.
"Kh—hiik...!♡♡"
He tightened all the way. Her pussy clenched from the root and wrung him, and a low breath leaked long from Sion's mouth.
...Yes. This is the taste.
The bitch who used to look down at him from across the counter now hung on his arm even for a single breath. Something heavy climbed his spine, one rung at a time, and the red veins brightened with every pulse. Eyes rolled back under the choke, tongue lolling, spit falling from her chin. Looking down at that face, Sion ground his hips with the head crushed into her deepest place.
"Uh, uhhh...♡♡ I'm, I'm com—"
Her insides clenched like a scream. There was no reason to hold back any longer. He tightened his arm to the limit.
Kuuuok!
He drove in to the root. From the tip of the shaft, swollen to its limit, hot semen burst out. Gush, gush. The inner flesh, spasming without air, swallowed it in rolling waves, as if it meant not to spill a single drop.
"Uh, uhh, uhhhhhh!!♡♡♡"
Park Hyejin's climax stacked on top of it. Her whole pussy convulsed, and her stiff clit trembled. A double-layered breath leaked long from Sion's mouth.
...Better. At last.
Seven years hadn't all come undone. Even so, for the first time, it felt as if one layer of what had been scorched onto his chest had peeled away. The arm around her throat loosened. Park Hyejin collapsed forward as she was, face planted on the iron floor, her body still doing nothing but tremble.
Pop...
When the black shaft pulled free, the gaping hole clenched a few times as if reluctant, then spat out something white.
Drip... drip...
No plea to be spared came out, and neither did any plea to be killed. Breathing alone was more than she could manage. Sion said nothing. He withdrew and walked toward the bars.
The orc crouched in the corner of the corridor snapped its head up.
"K-kurk??"
Sion stepped out of the solitary cell and shut the barred door.
"Kurk! Kurrrk!"
The orc bounced its hips and rushed to the bars, shoved its nostrils between the iron rods, and whined toward the inside of the cell. Sion didn't look back. Left behind, Park Hyejin lay face-down on the floor and only trembled. The drug had not yet fully left her, and her emptied insides twitched on their own, unable to bear the vacancy.
The Command Room.
Sion settled his back into the worn leather chair again and looked down at the figures floating on the screen.