[CONTENT WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT]
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Alice's back arched sharply off the bed as Ashen drove into her in one powerful thrust. The sudden, overwhelming stretch tore a bare, melodic cry from her throat—
"Ahh~♡"
Her walls clamped down around his thick length like they had been starving for him for decades.
He didn't give her time to adjust. He never could when she looked at him like that… flushed, golden eyes wide with a mix of mortification and desperate need.
Ashen pulled back until only the swollen head remained inside her, then slammed forward again, burying himself to the hilt with a wet slap of skin on skin.
The skill activated instantly.
She felt it the moment his cock bottomed out… the Carnal Directive Protocol sinking its hooks deep into him. A warm, silken thread of ownership wove itself permanently into the core of his very being. Ashen's body was now hers. An extension of her will. Her personal flesh automaton.
Ashen groaned, hips stuttering for half a second as the enslavement took hold. Then he smiled… a wide, shameless, and entirely too pleased smile.
"Fuck… I felt that," he rasped, already rolling his hips in deep, grinding circles that made her toes curl. "Like a collar snapping shut around my soul. hehe."
Alice's cheeks burned. She tried to maintain some semblance of control, but her voice came out breathy and broken. "You idiot… You really let me—ahh!—turn you into my slave…"
"So?" he said in a voice rough with pleasure as he leaned down to capture one of her nipples between his teeth. He tugged gently, then soothed it with his tongue. "I was yours from the start, dear; this changes nothing."
Alice's mind grew dizzy with every thrust, sparks of pleasure running from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. But after staying dry for more than a year, this was never going to be enough to satisfy her. She was still a Lust pathwalker at the end of the day, after all.
Her hands fumbled against his chest. "… show me. Fuck me harder, Ashen. Don't hold back."
The order unconsciously summoned her newfound authority over his body, and it hit him like a divine mandate.
His eyes darkened. Without a single word of protest, his body obeyed with mechanical precision while his mind stayed fully aware, watching himself ruin her with savagery. His hips snapped forward with bruising force, the wet sounds of her dripping pussy filling the room as he pounded into her. Each thrust was deeper, stronger, optimized by Lust Overclock to fulfill the order of driving her insane.
Alice's head fell back, her long hair spilling across the sheets. She came hard within moments, walls convulsing violently around his pistoning cock, but he didn't slow. He couldn't. Not until she willed it.
"Good—good boy—" she gasped, the words slipping out before she could stop them. The Reward Compulsion stirred inside her almost immediately, a hot, aching need to please him in return.
Ashen's voice was strained with pleasure even as his body continued its perfect, tireless rhythm. "You're getting wetter just from ordering me around, Alice. I still can't believe my woman is such a kinky slut, Hah~."
"Shut up—" She moaned as another orgasm built fast. "Just—ah!—keep going. Fill me. I want to feel it leaking out of me for days."
He obeyed instantly.
{Path Skill Activated: Blindstep}
Time suddenly stopped in his vicinity, Alice included. What did not stop was his frantic thrusting.
Two seconds later, he allowed the skill to unravel, and Alice suddenly felt the world turn white.
PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—PLAP—
More than ten long thrusts arrived at the same time, plunging her into a realm of bliss that she never knew existed.
"A—..." Drool leaked from her parted lips, and her eyes glazed over. Her consciousness flickered in and out intermittently before entering a hazy state.
The bed creaked dangerously under the force. Ashen hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half as he drove into her with single-minded devotion, then he leaned down to lick the drool from her lips and take them in a long, sloppy kiss.
When she finally screamed his name and clamped down like a vice, Ashen buried himself to the root and came with a deep, satisfied groan. Thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded her womb… far more than normal. The Protocol enhanced even that to satisfy her. It overflowed almost immediately, dripping down as he kept grinding through the aftershocks, unwilling to leave her empty.
Only when Alice's trembling hand weakly patted his chest did he finally still.
He rolled them carefully so she lay on top of him, still impaled on his cock. The new connection let her feel the steady beat of his heart and the utter contentment radiating from her new automaton.
Alice buried her face in his neck, breathing him in.
"…You really don't mind?" she whispered, voice small again after the intensity.
Ashen's large hand stroked slowly down her spine, then rested on her perky ass. "I told you. It doesn't make a difference."
And he would be a hypocrite if he truly minded. Lucia was his to command, and she had never complained. Why would he complain when it was his turn to be commanded?
He already trusted Alice completely. Their affinity had allowed them to share each other's mana long before any of this, and they'd never had complications then. He didn't see why it would become a problem now.
What's more, this was tied directly to Alice's path to power. He felt it was his duty as the man of a Lust pathwalker to help her realize her skills, even if he had to "sacrifice" his freedom.
When Seraphine needed his help during the tutorial phase, he had gone as far as to cheat on Alice for her sake. If he shied away now, he could only consider himself scum.
Alice let out a shaky laugh, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone. The fear from earlier had finally quieted, soothed by his body, his words, and the unbreakable proof of his devotion now literally bound into his soul.
After a long, comfortable silence, she murmured against his skin, a playful edge returning to her voice:
"…Round two. This time, I want you to stay perfectly still while I ride you, my dear automaton."
"..."
'Maybe I spoke too soon…'