"Yawn... that was some well-earned sleep..." I yawned as I slowly opened my eyes, stretching my body on a huge, comfy bed. I looked around the room; the ceiling, the walls, and even the floor were all made of metal.
This was a room I found after exploring the underground vault a little. I don't know the function of this room, but I figured that this was the bedroom or something, since it had a bed. However, that bed was so uncomfortable and small, so I bought a fluffy king-sized bed from my breeder shop.
"Ahh~... so comfy..." I let out another yawn before spreading myself on the bed like an offering. I wonder how the others are doing. It's been two days since I was teleported into this world, and I just spent a day and a half sleeping like a rock.
"Oh well... I should wake up and do something useful," I decided as I got off the bed.
Herma is still currently analyzing the data from this world's system and trying to find a way for me to return home. The progress is slow, not because Herma can't do it, but because the data she's looking at is contaminated with too much of that void filth.
One wrong move and a void fleet could easily teleport to this sector, or worse, I could lose myself completely to the void corruption.
Yeah... so slow but safe, and in a week's time, I'll be able to use my link to communicate with my offspring.
'Herma's the best... I can't wait to breed my system.'
In the meantime, I have to make myself useful and take care of my slave. The first thing I need to do is fuck the shit out of her. I'm horny right now, and I need relief.
"Good morning, my little slave," I said, walking to the main server room.
"Mmmh!" She grunted as I walked into the room. Her hands were chained to the wall above her head, and her legs were spread wide apart, tied to the legs. She was completely naked, gagged, and covered in sweat.
"I hope you got enough sleep," I said, approaching her, only to realize that the two vibrators that I shoved into her pussy and ass were dead, not working.
'Is the battery run out or something?' I wondered, only to call myself stupid in the next second. The vibrating dildos run on magic; as long as there is mana in the air or in the person, the batteries will never run out.
I can feel her staring at me with that icy glare, but that doesn't stop me from bending down and pulling the dildo from her pussy.
"Nnnnhhhh..." Madam X groaned, her face twisting in pleasure and anger at the same time.
"I see," I nodded, staring at the half-melted dildo in my hands. "You destroyed the dildo by raising the temperature of your body to an insane level, which made it melt."
The one inside her ass suffered from the same effect.
"I guess I'll have to punish you," I said as I got up from my knees and grabbed her by the neck. "A good hard fucking is exactly what you need."
She started to struggle again, but with her hands and legs tied, she wasn't able to move at all. Surprisingly, the gag remained in place, and she didn't melt it by changing the temperature.
'I wonder why that is? Not enough mana or divine energy?'
That could be it, and judging by the sweat and the pool of lovely honey at her feet, it seems like my slave was really enjoying the treatment for at least 24 hours.
"Well, well... looks like someone's been busy while I was sleeping," I chuckled, brushing her cheek with the back of my hand. Her skin was burning hot—almost feverish—but she was still glaring daggers at me. "You really thought you could melt your way out of my toys, huh?"
"Mmmhh!" She shook her head violently, but her muffled growls made it clear she wasn't apologizing.
"Look at you," I said, leaning in close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin. "Acting all tough, but your body's already begging for more."
"Mmph!" She snarled through the gag, jerking against the blood chains. They only dug tighter into her wrists and ankles, making her wince. I could see the faint trickle of crimson where the metal bit into her flesh. Beautiful.
"Don't worry, slave. I've got just the thing to tame that fire of yours." I let go of her neck and stepped back, my eyes raking over her naked form. Sweat glistened on her skin, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.
To be fair, Madam X has a certain charm that I find very... interesting. With her fiery hair and that one-eyed stare, she's certainly the most eye-catching former goddess I've run across.
She's not that beautiful; on a scale from 1 to 10, she's around a 6 or 7... and her body wasn't that soft either. But damn, those defined abs, the tight ass, and the boobs were worthy of a 9!
If I could describe her looks in one word, it would be "a warrior." I really don't care if her looks are a little masculine or not. I prefer girls who are tough but still have that feminine touch.
And Madam X has that feminine touch... maybe a bit more of a tomboyish side, but I love that.
She's absolutely breedable material, and turning her into my slave would be my biggest achievement so far.
'Well, I can't wait to fuck her all night long... let's get to it.'
"Still proud, huh?" I leaned in close, my voice dripping with amusement. "Good. I like that. Makes breaking you more... entertaining."
Her molten eye followed my every movement, full of hatred and something else she didn't want me to see—fear. Delicious fear. I pressed my lips against her ear, whispering softly,
"You should know by now, slave, there's only one way this ends. You submit to me, and we leave this world together... Or I keep fucking you like this until you can barely remember your name, much less how to resist me."
Her eye went wide, her breathing hitching. The chains tightened, pressing against her flesh with an audible metallic hiss, drawing more blood.
"Oops, sorry, I lied," I said as I ran my fingers along her abs. "I'll fuck you no matter what. You're my sex slave now. The only difference is that if you submit and stop fighting, it would be pleasure instead of pain."
"Mmmh!... Mmmhh! Mmmhhhh!" Madam X's body jerked against her chains, but the metal held firm—holding her fast against the wall. I could feel her heart pounding, the heat from her skin intensifying with every passing second.
I was getting into this now, and it seemed like Madam X was, too. She was struggling harder than before, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath.
"Yeah, you know what's coming," I chuckled, crouching down between her spread legs. I dragged my fingers along her inner thigh, slow and teasing, watching her muscles tense.
"Look at those thighs quivering," I said, my voice low and taunting as I dragged my fingers closer to her dripping slit. Her body tensed even more, muscles flexing under my touch. "You can act like you hate this all you want, but we both know you're soaking wet for me."
"Mmmhh!..." She closed her legs and struggled against the chains holding her fast against the wall, but the blood chains held firm, the metal digging into her flesh with each jerky movement.
"I love a little struggle," I growled, spreading her legs apart again. "It just makes this hotter."
"Mmh!!!" She grunted, her good eye gleaming with the first spark of fear.
Her pussy was surprisingly adorable, a little swollen from being overstimulated for a full day and a half, and already leaking clear arousal.
'I'll enjoy wrecking this tight little pussy.'
I leaned closer, blowing lightly on the soft lips hiding between her legs, letting the warmth wash over her. Her body twitched with each breath I exhaled against her honeypot, her muscles trembling like she was having a fever.
"Your body is so eager," I chuckled, dragging my tongue along her slit. "And your scent? Even more delicious."
"Mmh... Mmhh!" Her body jerked at the sudden touch, her thighs trying to squeeze together. But the chains held her legs open, exposing her to me completely.
"So responsive... I could do this all day." I murmured before burying my face into her honeypot, licking and sucking her folds like a thirsty dog.
"Ahhh!" Her muffled moans were a mix of rage and pleasure as I devoured her pussy, my tongue sliding in and out of her slit, tasting her essence. I could feel her heat intensify, her body struggling against my touch, her inner walls clenching.
'Fire essence... so this is the true power of a Fire Goddess, ' I thought to myself as I continued to feast on her honeypot. 'Even in this state, she's trying to scorch my tongue. Cute.'
But I was stronger. My tongue, coated in my blood, sizzled against her divine fire, absorbing it instead of being burned.
"Damn, you taste like pure fucking fire," I growled, pulling back for a second to lick my lips, savoring the sharp, burning tang of her love juices before diving back for more.
I'm not usually one to waste time on foreplay, but I wanted to see how much she could take. I wanted to see that defiant fire in her eyes melt into pure, unadulterated lust. Plus, we've got six months to play, so I'm in no rush.
Her body arched against the chains, the metal groaning under the strain. I looked up, my chin glistening with her juices, and met her eye. That molten glare was still there, but it was flickering. Weakening.
"Mmmhh! Mmmh! Nnngh!" She shook her head, trying to deny the pleasure, trying to cling to her pride.
"Look at this mess," I said, dragging my fingers through her soaked folds, rubbing her clit with my thumb just to watch her jerk. "You're practically gushing for me, slave. Still wanna pretend you hate this?"
"Mmmh! Mmph!" Her muffled snarls were pathetic, her face twisted with anger and shame. I just laughed, shoving two fingers deep inside her, feeling her walls clamp down hard. Fuck, she was tight, even after all that overstimulation.
"Shit, you're gripping me like a vice," I said, pumping my fingers in and out, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside her. Her whole body shuddered, her thighs trembling uncontrollably as I worked her over. "Bet you've never had anyone fuck you this good, huh? Goddess or not, you're just a needy little slut now."
"Nnngh!" Her head slammed back against the wall, her muffled cry sharp and desperate. I could feel her getting closer, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, but I wasn't about to let her cum yet. Not until she begged for it.
"Nah, not yet," I said, pulling my fingers out slowly, letting her feel every inch as I left her empty. Her hips twitched, chasing my hand, and I smirked. "You don't get to cum until you're screaming 'Master' like you mean it."
I stood up, wiping my wet fingers across her abs, smearing her own juices on her skin. Her eye burned with hatred, but her body was a fucking traitor—quivering, dripping, aching for more.
"Now, are you ready?" I asked, grabbing my 14-inch cock, stroking it slightly to attract her attention before lining it up with her soaked cunt. "Ready to be fucked properly?"