Alex finally pulled out after what felt like an eternity of relentless pounding. His thick cock glistened slick with their combined fluids as he stood panting, chest rising and falling heavily.
The living room was completely wrecked—couch cushions askew and stained dark with sweat, cum, juices, tears, saliva, and drool.
The coffee table had been knocked sideways, books scattered across the floor in a chaotic pile. The air hung thick with the heavy musk of sex, lingering like fog, every breath heavy with the raw scent of their "pet" breeding session.
Alice lay sprawled helplessly across the ruined couch, body limp and trembling in aftershocks. Her ocean-blue eyes were half-lidded and glassy, still faintly glowing with fading pink hearts.
Her tongue lolled out softly, plump lips parted in dumb, exhausted pants. Thick ropes of his cum still oozed slowly from her ruined pussy, dripping in lazy white trails down her thick thighs and pooling beneath her peachy ass cheeks on the cushion.
Her massive tits rose and fell with ragged breaths, nipples swollen and leaking tiny beads of milk-like fluid, tracksuit scattered on the ground. The red leather collar remained snug around her slim neck, heart tag glinting softly in the dim light, chain coiled loosely beside her like a claim she would never remove.
Red handprints marked her hips and ass from his brutal grips, faint bruises blooming already—badges of her total surrender.
She whimpered sweet, slutty little whines—too exhausted to form words, just soft "M-Master♡..." and "s-so full♡..." escaping between shaky breaths, body twitching faintly as more cum leaked from her gaping hole, inner thighs slick and shiny.
Alex looked down at her wrecked form, crimson eyes dark with satisfaction. His voice came low and dominant, calm but firm.
"From now on, when we meet… you wear the collar. No exceptions. Understand, puppy?"
Alice nodded weakly, barely able to lift her head, ponytail drooping limp. Her eyes, even half-closed, shone with immense love and devotion. Her voice was barely a whisper, hoarse from hours of screaming and moaning.
"Y-yes, Master♡... puppy wears collar♡... always♡... forever yours♡..."
He smiled faintly—pleased, possessive—then stepped away, cock still half-hard and glistening as he walked naked to the kitchen. The cool floor felt soothing under his feet. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet, filled it with cold water from the pitcher, ice clinking softly, and drank deeply.
His throat worked visibly as he swallowed, quenching the fire from their passion. He glanced at the clock on the wall— first afternoon classes had long ended; soft evening light now slanted golden through the windows, casting long shadows. He set the glass down with a quiet clink.
Worth it.
Liza's warm energy pulsed through him suddenly—his sticky, sweat-slicked body cleaned instantly with a soft pink shimmer. Every trace of cum, sweat, saliva, scents, and fluids—gone in seconds. Skin fresh and smooth, muscles relaxed and loose. She giggled delightedly in his mind.
'Look at you, handsome—fucked her silly like she deserves♡. I absorbed a massive load of lust from that little puppy rampage. Being generous today~'
A faint pink light glowed in his palm before fading. When it disappeared, a thick stack of beautiful, crisp money bills rested there—more than usual, edges sharp and clean, denominations high enough to make his eyes widen slightly.
Alex smiled, thumbing through the cash slowly, feeling the satisfying weight. Definitely worth it. He fucked his slutty girlfriend and got paid for it too.
He returned to the living room, still naked and casual. Liza's magic swept through the space again in a gentle wave—couch stains vanished like they'd never been, cushions fluffed themselves straight, floor cleaned spotless of every drop and smear, air freshened to neutral calm.
Every trace of the hours-long breeding session erased… except Alice. Liza left her deliberately messy: cum still oozing thick from pussy hole, tits glazed shiny, chin dripping with drool and seed, body hot and sweaty and marked with his handprints, collar snug around her neck and shining like a crown.
'She looks better and cuter all fucked-up like that' Liza purred, amused. 'Let her wear your mess a little longer. Reminds her who owns her—who her Master is.'
Alex sat down beside Alice on the now-clean couch, he removed the leash heavy chain, but left the red collar on. His phone in hand, browsing casually—legs spread relaxed, body at ease and feeling energetic.
After about half an hour, Alice slowly stirred awake from her exhausted nap. She pushed herself up on shaky arms, wincing faintly at the sticky fluids between her thighs, sitting with legs splayed wide, all flustered and dazed.
Memories of her own slutty moans, screams, begging, and puppy submission flooded back—cheeks burning nuclear red as she realized how far she'd fallen into lust. She looked down at herself: hole still oozing thick white cum in slow rivulets, body hot and sweaty, marked with red handprints on hips and ass cheeks, collar snug around her neck like it belonged there.
She whimpered softly in embarrassment, thighs pressing together instinctively, but only squeezing more cum out.
She glanced sideways—Alex sitting right beside her, calm as ever, scrolling on his phone like nothing happened.
Alice got extremely shy—normal personality crashing back hard. She avoided eye contact, fingers fidgeting with the collar tag, turning it nervously, cheeks flaming hotter, voice tiny and squeaky. "I-I... um... s-sorry if I was... too much..."
Alex smiled gently, setting his phone aside. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close against his side, her messy body nestling warm into him. He leaned in, gave her a small, soft smooch on her neck—right below the collar, lips brushing the leather—and whispered low into her ear:
"You're my puppy."
She got even more embarrassed and shy, body trembling faintly against him, fresh blush creeping down her neck. Her fingers touched the collar again, tracing the leather and silver studs slowly, feeling its permanent weight, before she nodded—barely perceptible, but full of immense love and devotion. Eyes shimmered wet with emotion, a single happy tear escaping.
The lovely aftercare moment stretched sweet and quiet—his arm around her protectively, her head resting on his shoulder, breathing slowing to match his, heartbeats syncing soft. Her small hand found his thigh, squeezing gentle thanks.
Then her phone started beeping insistently from inside her messed-up tracksuit crumpled on the wooden floor. She jumped up in sudden panic—eyes wide, collar jingling faintly.
She scrambled off the couch on wobbly legs, nearly tripping over the coffee table leg, thick thighs slick and sticky as she bent down to grab the phone. Screen lit up with a flood of missed calls and messages from her sister—"Where are you?! Bag?! Hurry!!"—panic spiking harder as she glanced at the time: way past expected.
"Oh no… oh no no no… I-I didn't think t-time went this quick…"
She hurriedly gathered her clothes from the floor—panties yanked up roughly to cover her still-oozing holes, trapping the cum inside with a faint squish, tracksuit zipped messily over her glazed tits, hair finger-combed in frantic swipes that did little to tame the sweaty tangles, face wiped hastily with her sleeve, smearing more than cleaning.
Plastic bag from earlier still sat on the table; she snatched it up, clutching it like a lifeline, manga spines peeking visibly from the top.
Flustered goodbyes tumbled out—voice high, rushed, stumbling over words as she backed toward the door, collar tag that had "Master's Puppy" clinking with every fidgety step.
"I-I have to go! S-sorry, Master—uh, A-Alex! I mean—bye! I'll… I'll see you soon! T-thank you… for everything♡! S-See you soon... p-please♡..."
She darted out fast, door slamming behind her with a bang, footsteps pattering frantically down the hall, fading into the early evening quiet.
Alex smiled softly as she left, shaking his head in amusement, the echo of her collar jingle lingering in his mind. He turned back to his phone, thumb scrolling slowly—browsing apartment listings: photos of modern lofts with sleek kitchens, spacious living rooms, multiple bedrooms for "guests". All was looking great, but a bit expensive.
But having a succubus in his side, it was very possible to rent a flat without any problems.
Liza giggled, watching the phone screen through his eyes, voice warm and teasing.
'Ah, looking for an apartment already? Your incubus den? Hehehe~ That's gonna be fun!'