My lips curled at her innocent look of protest. I pulled my sacred tool from her muscle-tight sheath, and my semen came flooding out.
I was utterly Indistinguishable from the real thing.
With my pride as a man preserved, I got off the table and pulled off my jacket, then her shorts and panties.
Her eyes followed my every action, half tempted by the thought of a rematch with my glorious dragon. But her inexperienced body told her to wait; she sat upright, pressing her legs together.
"No, we can't go another round right away. Let me rest first. Aaa—"
Her protest ended when I shoved her own panties into her mouth.
"Lay down. Straight," I ordered, wrapping my arm in her hair.
She breathed heavily into the gag. I pulled harder.
"Well done," I praised her when she finally lay down.
My eyes drifted over her sweaty body.
Her mostly bare form was on full display—thighs slightly parted, her swollen pussy stinging as she tried to close them. I walked to the end of the table.
"Shift your head over the edge," I mused, tugging on her hair.
Nghm.
She bent her knees and slid over the scattered playing cards.
"Don't worry if your lower half needs a break—you already have a third hole that can take on three times the burden."
Toying with people like this felt refreshing. It reminded me why I had chosen to let loose in this world.
I grabbed the edge of her stuffed black thong.
It wasn't large enough to muffle her completely, nor something she couldn't spit out if she tried. It simply rested in her mouth as a symbol of how much she wanted this fun to continue.
She was still hoping this would deliver the adrenaline she craved, making everything she'd done feel worthwhile.
You wanted excitement, right? I thought wickedly, pulling at the edge of her gag.
I really wanted to test how far my spirit crafting—the name I gave my spirit-like abilities that allowed me to shapeshift and create clothing, objects, and products to complete my persona—could go.
I imagined a knot of thongs.
Black. Pink. Red. White. Blue. Green…
As I pulled the strap from her mouth, those came along with it.
Missy watched in awe as I removed them.
Then I opened the left drawer, took out a pair of scissors, and snipped one knot.
Inside the drawer sat a thick roll of duct tape in C.C.'s desk.
"I don't mind if I do~," I muttered, helping myself to his tools.
Strip!
I pulled a strip right before her eyes, cutting it after wrapping it across her mouth.
Then I moved to her limbs, taping her arms and legs to the polished wood. In the process, I cut off the flipped bra that had ruined my masterpiece.
Now she was once again ready to be devoured.
The urge to mount her swirled in my head, but I forced it down.
Not yet.
There was still something important I wanted to test.
"Let's see how far your throat goes."
"Hmm~?"
Missy looked at me with newfound enthusiasm.
I smiled and rubbed her cheek. Qi and Negative Karma leaked from my hands. She blinked as her jaw slowly opened, feeling something expanding inside.
The pressure grew stronger.
Panties—dozens of them—began filling her mouth.
Huff. Huff.
She breathed through her nose, trying not to panic as her throat bulged from the inside.
I looked down at her.
Adapting came too easily to her.
But I didn't want that.
I reached forward and pinched her nose shut.
!!
With her only source of oxygen cut off, her airways spasmed within seconds.
"Mmm!! Mmm!"
She shouted through the gag.
At first she remained playful, assuming I'd release her. But panic quickly crept in when the seconds stretched longer than expected.
Her eyes watered, reddening as tears streamed down involuntarily.
Her chest sank, desperate for air.
"Mmm mm! M mmmm!"
She tried to shake me off, thrashing her head side to side.
Her wrists strained against the restraints, legs kicking while her shoulders fought against the tape I had wrapped twice over her and under the table.
Eck! Ekk! Eek!
She choked, her right arm veined with strain as the duct tape held firm.
Slowly, her resistance weakened. Her toes curled and her back arched off the table beneath the weight of deprivation.
"All right. That's enough."
I released her nose.
She inhaled sharply, dragging air into her lungs as fast as she could.
I patted her shoulder, flicking a card between my fingers with a sleight of hand.
"You did well."
I pressed the Ace of Diamonds against her neck.
The card glowed. The diamond ace depicted a magician pulling sheets from his hat, along with the corresponding memories.
Those blanks represented fragments of his persona's soul.
On the card, the magician with the diamond motif pulled out a string of panties.
When I opened my eyes again, the card glowed brighter.
Missy tried to inhale through her mouth.
I laughed and peeled the tape from her lips.
Gasp!
Her eyes glared up at me.
"Don't look at me like that," I mused, showing her the magician's ace. "We needed to fill in the lettered and named cards if we wanted to start our games."
I knelt down to her level, staring into her upside-down eyes.
She suddenly burst into laughter—full, hysterical laughter.
"That got me so excited!" she gasped. "I really thought I was going to die~ Kiss me, kiss me now. Huff—I want to feel suffocated again~"
She reached toward me with her lips.
I obliged.
Our mouths met in a rhythm we'd practiced countless times. Her mouth was dry, yet strangely more arousing knowing I was responsible for it.
Her lips softened with my saliva as she moved like a woman stranded in the desert.
Eventually I pulled back, my shaft throbbing warmly.
I stood and pushed my cock past her lips.
The moment I felt the soft, wet heat of her mouth, a tingling sensation ran down my spine.
Her throat opened wide, taking half my length.
"Missy… it's like your whole body is tightening around me."
I cupped her breasts, molding them in my palms. Her nipples were already stiff.
I twisted them—then thrust.
Smack!
My balls slammed into her nose.
"Ugh—"
She gagged as my full length pushed into her throat. The tang of her own gapping rear coated my shaft, unpleasant in taste, yet the force I used to make her swallow it made her insides shiver.
"Make sure you clean my cock like a good girl," I said, letting go of one nipple to grab her neck. "If it isn't spotless by the time I cum, I'll have no choice but to punish my ungrateful vixen~"
I squeezed lightly.
"Do you understand?"
I pulled back just enough for her to breathe, keeping pressure there—not enough to choke her unconscious, only enough to leave her slightly dizzy.
"Y-yes," she panted. "I'll make sure your penis is spotless. Please use me to wash yourself clean, Mr. Jester."
Her mouth opened eagerly.
Who was I to refuse?
Glock. Glock. Glock.
Lewd, wet sounds echoed through the office as her lips worked over my foreskin, hollowing her cheeks.
Suck. Suck. Suck.
I face-fucked Missy relentlessly, pistoning wildly.
Her saliva spilled from her mouth as I thrust in and out, long strands clinging to my length or coating my balls before snapping away with each movement.
"Mmm… mmm…"
Minutes passed before I finally groaned, burying myself inside her throat one last time.
My pent-up pressure released in a thick stream, spilling the results of ten minutes of deep-throating onto her stomach.
Her legs spread open as well.
Liquid poured from her pussy like a broken faucet—she had reached her climax too.
Gulp. Gulp.
Her throat continued working, draining the last drops before I withdrew.
"S-sex with you is… so good," she gasped.
Her eyes rolled back as her womb contracted and her pussy kept spurting.