Juren creates a universe where his obsession comes to life in Lira, an unfaithful and selfish woman who challenges his control, unleashing a game of power, desire and submission that consumes and humiliates him.
Juren took a deep breath, his eyes closed as a cosmic energy flowed through his being. Inside his body, an entire universe began to take shape, a world only he could control. It was a place where his darkest fantasies came to life, where the women who obsessed him existed without restraint, free to be as unfaithful and selfish as they desired. With each beat of his heart, the universe expanded, and at its center, the first of them emerged: Lira, a dark-haired woman with eyes that shone with a mixture of arrogance and desire.
She opened her eyes slowly, as if waking from a deep sleep, and looked around curiously. The world Juren had created was a surreal landscape: skies in shades of violet and gold, trees with leaves that sparkled like gems, and air that smelled of exotic flowers and something else, something Lira couldn't quite place. She stood, her slender, curvaceous body wrapped in a dress that seemed made of light, and smiled as she felt the energy surrounding her. She didn't know how she had gotten there, but something inside her told her this place was hers to explore.
Juren, invisible but omnipresent, watched with a mixture of desire and submission. Lira was perfect, exactly as he had imagined. Her selfishness was palpable, her beauty irresistible. He had created her to be unfaithful, to be used, and he could already feel the excitement growing inside him as she began to walk through the unfamiliar landscape.
It wasn't long before Lira found her first lover. A tall, muscular man with golden skin and piercing eyes appeared from between the trees. He wasn't human, but a being of another race, with exotic features that made him even more attractive. Lira looked at him with interest, her smile widening as she saw the burning desire in his eyes. Without exchanging a word, she approached him, her movements fluid and seductive.
Juren watched in fascination as Lira gave in to her instincts. She felt no love for the man, only a ravenous desire to be touched, to be used. The man held her tightly, his large, calloused hands gripping her hips as he kissed her ferociously. Lira responded with equal passion, her lips parting to receive his tongue, his hands hungrily exploring her body.
Se movieron como una sola entidad, sus cuerpos entrelazándose en una danza primitiva. El hombre la empujó contra un árbol, levantando su vestido y exponiendo su trasero perfecto. Lira gimió de placer mientras él la penetraba con fuerza, su miembro grueso y duro llenando su interior. Juren sintió un escalofrío de excitación al ver cómo el hombre la usaba, cómo la trataba como un objeto de placer, y cómo Lira lo disfrutaba, su rostro lleno de éxtasis.
—Juren —murmuró ella entre gemidos, su voz cargada de burla y deseo—. ¿Te gusta ver cómo me usan? ¿Cómo me llenan de su semen?
La mención de su nombre fue como un latigazo para Juren. Él era el creador, el amo de este universo, pero en ese momento, se sentía más como un esclavo, un cornudo obsesionado que encontraba placer en su propia humillación. Observó cómo el hombre la tomaba con fuerza, cómo la llenaba una y otra vez, su semen caliente y espeso derramándose en su interior. Lira gimió de placer, su cuerpo temblando con cada embestida, y Juren se preguntó si ella alguna vez pensaría en él, si alguna vez sentiría algo más que desprecio por su sumisión.
Cuando el hombre finalmente se retiró, Lira se giró hacia Juren, aunque no podía verlo. Su rostro estaba enrojecido, su cabello despeinado, y su cuerpo aún temblaba por el orgasmo. Sonrió con arrogancia, como si supiera que él estaba allí, observándola.
—¿Te gusta, Juren? —preguntó, su voz ronca y seductora—. ¿Te gusta ver cómo me entrego a otros? ¿Cómo me usan y me llenan?
Juren no respondió, pero su silencio era elocuente. Él la había creado para esto, para ser infiel, para ser egoísta. Y aunque su corazón dolía por la humillación, su cuerpo ardía de deseo. Lira era su creación, su obsesión, y en ese momento, él no podía imaginar un universo sin ella.
Con el tiempo, Lira comenzó a viajar a otros mundos dentro del universo de Juren. Cada mundo era diferente, cada hombre que encontraba era único, pero el resultado siempre era el mismo: ella se entregaba a ellos, se dejaba usar, y Juren observaba con una mezcla de placer y dolor. A veces, ella lo mencionaba, su nombre en sus labios como una burla, otras veces lo ignoraba por completo, como si él no existiera.
En uno de esos mundos, Lira encontró a Kael, un hombre de piel oscura y ojos brillantes como estrellas. Era alto y esbelto, con una gracia felina que lo hacía irresistible. Lira lo sedujo con facilidad, su belleza y arrogancia atrayéndolo como una polilla a la llama. Kael la deseaba, no por quién era, sino por lo que representaba: un objeto de belleza, un trofeo para poseer.
Juren observó mientras Lira se dejaba llevar por Kael, su cuerpo presionado contra el suyo en un baile erótico. Kael la besó con pasión, sus manos explorando cada curva de su cuerpo, y Lira respondió con igual fervor. Se movieron hacia una cama de pétalos de flores, sus cuerpos entrelazándose en un abrazo apasionado.
Kael thrust into her hard, his thick, hard member filling her insides. Lira moaned with pleasure, her nails digging into Kael's back as he took her ferociously. Juren felt his stomach knot at how Kael used her, how he treated her like an object of pleasure, but he also felt an intense arousal, a burning desire that consumed him.
"Juren," Lira murmured, her voice thick with mockery. "Are you there? Do you like watching me get fucked? Watching me get filled with their cum?"
The mention of her name was like a blow to Juren. He was the creator, the master of this universe, but in that moment, he felt more like a slave, an obsessed cuckold who found pleasure in his own humiliation. He watched as Kael took her hard, as he filled her again and again, his hot, thick cum spilling inside her. Lira moaned with pleasure, her body shaking with each thrust, and Juren wondered if she ever thought of him, if she would ever feel anything but contempt for his submission.
For a hundred years, Juren reveled in his role as the perfect cuckold. He protected Lira and the other women he had created, allowing them to indulge in superficial romances with beautiful men, seduced only by interest and resources. He watched as they were used, as they were filled with semen, and found pleasure in his own humiliation. But amid the lust and degradation, a moment of reflection arose.
As Lira sucked Kael's member, her eyes closed in ecstasy, Juren wondered if his power lay in his ability to create and control this universe, or in his own submission and desire to be dominated by these twisted women. Was he the master, or was he a slave to his own fantasies? The lines between pleasure and pain, control and submission, blurred, leaving one question lingering in the air: who was truly the master in this universe of infidelity and selfishness?
Juren closed his eyes, his heart pounding as the universe around him continued its dance of lust and humiliation. Lira moaned with pleasure, her body shaking with another orgasm, and Juren smiled, though his smile was tinged with bitterness. He had created them, brought them to life, but at that moment, he wasn't sure who controlled whom. The question hung in the air, a shadow in his mind that would stay with him for the next hundred years.