I sprang out of the sewer tunnel, leaving the technological complexity of the Gutter Nest behind. Beast City was a layered, subterranean leviathan, and I moved with practiced grace, quickly scaling walls of weapons shop, leaping from roof to roof. I sniffed the air of the third level of Beast City looking to pick up on Vespas scent, or orgone signature. As I parkoured across the ceiling beams of the third Layer, my Aura of Submission sent out a subtle, predatory field that radiated outward from me, a silent claim of dominance designed to suppress the aggression of lower-tier beasts. As I leapt overcrowded alleys, from rooftop to rooftop it triggered a subtle, instinctive reaction in the beasts and gangers I sailed over. They flinched or cowered.
Just then I picked up on Vespas Pheromone scent, I followed it. I somersaulted over industrial piping and bullet dashed through abandoned transit lines; my movement was a silent blur as traveled toward the richer, more influential beast city neighborhoods. It was here that I had found the Shadow Fang clan territory. The Clan had sentinels on duty, they circled a large fanged pagoda at the center of the clan territory.
I would have to be fast if I wanted to breach the clan's territory in secret. I leapt over the clans first outer wall and dashed into a group of bushes. I proceeded in this manner forward, taking my time advancing, little by little. From bush to bush, as I sniffed the air locking onto Vespas personal scent.
I dropped into a crouch behind the final row of thorny purple foliage, the dense undergrowth thankfully muffling the sounds of the immediate area. The air here in the Shadow Fang territory was thick with the stink of bat guano, corrosive pheromones, and something else—a clean, sharp note of highly concentrated Orgone. "Vespa" I said to myself as I exhaled her scent. My target was the Fanged Pagoda at the center of the territory, it loomed fifty yards ahead.
It was their command center, carved out of the city's crust and reinforced with jagged stone fangs. The structure pulsed with a sickly green light—the psycho-kinetic energy of Vespa herself.
Circling the pagoda's perimeter were three Shadow Fang Sentinels, winged he-beast bat cultivators armed with jagged steel clubs. They weren't high-tier threats, but they were fast and capable of sounding an alarm that would summon the rest of the clan.
I locked onto Vespa's specific scent—a heavy, oily musk beneath the clan's general stench—it was coming from the pagoda's highest level. Her personal quarters. But I didn't have wings.
I squinted, my kinetic energy momentarily forgotten. The plan had been to breach the pagoda and snatch the boss in a chaotic fight. The boss, however, just walked out.
A lithe figure emerged from the pagoda's ornate doorway. She had shed her usual armored gear, revealing vibrant pink hair cropped short with two long, straight horns that sat on top of her head, that were perfectly aligned with each of her blue eyes. I sniffed the air locking onto the girls scent, "So that's Vespa Nox," I muttered, confirming the profile. She moved with a fluid, almost bored confidence.
I stayed locked down on all fours behind the foliage as I shadowed her path. She wasn't preparing for an assault; she was preparing for relaxation. She headed toward a secluded, reinforced annex of the pagoda—the clan's private hot springs and bathhouse.
This was a development. Not an ideal place for a capture, but an unparalleled opportunity for a solo ambush.
I followed, utilizing every bit of my agility. A few clan members lingered near the entrance to the bathhouse, but they peeled off, leaving the area silent and secure just as Vespa stepped inside.
I crept to the lip of the pool area, peering over the damp stone barrier. Vespa dropped her robe, revealing her bodacious curves, The large, grotesque membranes of her bat wings retracted, folding neatly and almost vanishing into the smooth skin of her back. She slid into the steaming, pungent water, letting out a soft, satisfied sigh.
Now. This was the window. No sentinels, no armor, no immediate backup.
I clenched my Dhakra Rod between my teeth, preparing for the dash, and began to approach the pool from the shadows. I was silent, moving less like a predator and more like a ghost, but I forgot one thing: a bat is an auditory specialist. The moment my foot hit the slick, wet stone, Vespa's head snapped up. Her pink, predatory eyes flashing to me as I quickly dashed on all fours toward her like a sleek predatory tiger. My passive skill ''Aura of Submission'' slammed into her and she was momentarily stunned!
"Who the hell—" she started, her eyes widening, not with fear, but with raw, psycho-kinetic shock. Herja delivered a system message, "Obedience node formation at 8%"
The element of surprise was lost, but the element of sheer intimidation was overwhelming. She knew she was caught by a dominant power, and her relaxed state instantly flipped to a panicked fight-or-flight response.
I exploded from my crouched position, my legs coiling with a force amplified by the orgone energy coursing through me. The strange fire that had ignited within me when I first touched the Dhakra Rod blazed brighter, fueling my desire to claim the stunning Vespa Nox.
As I slammed my shoulder into Vespa's firm stomach, the impact knocked the wind out of her, cutting her off mid-sentence exclamation. "Herja you Bit-CHHURK!" The force of the collision drove us deep into the hot spring pool, the water splashing violently around us. Herja delivered a system message, "Obedience node formation at 10%"
Underwater, I landed a flurry of punches and kicks, my orgone-enhanced strikes cutting through the resistance of the water with ease. Each blow was precise and powerful, driven by the intense, primal urge to dominate and possess. Vespa struggled, her psycho-kinetic energy flaring in desperate defense, but my assault was relentless.
Herja delivered a system message, "Obedience node formation at 15%"
The hot springs churned and boiled around us, the steam rising in thick, oppressive clouds as the battle raged on beneath the surface. My movements were fluid and predatory, each strike fueled by the raw, unbridled energy of my desire. Vespa's resistance was fierce, but my determination was unyielding. I had to have her, and nothing would stand in my way.
I grabbed Vespa by the head as I swam to the surface, my grip firm and unyielding. Pulling her up out of the water, I threw her onto the bank of the hot springs with a force that left her gasping. I leapt down on top of her, straddling her as she coughed up water.
Herja delivered a system message, "Obedience node formation at 25%"
Spitting the Dhakra Rod into my hand, I sent my psychic intent into it, feeling the familiar surge of energy. As I touched the Rod to Vespa's naked flesh, there was a clash of our wills. Her resistance level of 197 met my Accuracy stat of 250 in a psychic battle for dominance.
We clashed, psychically wrestling for control of her orgone energy. The air crackled with the intensity of our mental struggle, the hot springs steaming around us as if reflecting the heat of our confrontation. Finally, my superior accuracy and intent overwhelmed her. The Dhakra Rod seized control of her orgone, and I felt a surge of triumph. Herja delivered a system message, "Obedience node formation at 30%
Smiling down at Vespa, who was gasping after the psychic wrestling match, I savored the moment of victory. "I'm going to enjoy training you to be nice and obedient to me, my pet," I murmured, my voice laced with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.
Vespa's cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed pink as she processed my words, her breath still coming in ragged gasps. The psychic struggle had left her drained, but the heat in her cheeks was a mix of anger and something else—something she wasn't ready to acknowledge.
"Training me?" she spat, her voice hoarse but laced with defiance. "You think you can just take control like that? I'm not some pet to be tamed, you arrogant ass!" Her eyes flashed with a renewed spark of resistance, despite the Dhakra Rod's hold on her orgone.
She bucked beneath me, trying to throw me off, but I rode her out. "You might have won this round, but don't think for a second that I'll make it easy for you. I'll fight you every step of the way!"
Her words were a fierce promise, a declaration of war that only served to stoke the fire of my desire. I leaned down on top of her, our breasts smooshing together, I draped my arms on each side of her head as I leaned my head down, looking into her blue eyes the whole time; "Don't threaten me with a good time." Then I licked her posh inviting lips. Her lips were soft and plush and the I gently sucked her bottom lip into my mouth chewing on it gently as I grinded my pelvis into hers.
Herja delivered a system message, "Obedience node formation at 45%"
The blush on her cheeks deepened, a betraying hint of the conflict raging within her. a soft girlish laugh escaped me as I licked and chewed on her bottom lip, knowing that the battle for her obedience was just beginning.
I leaned back up, clicking my tongue as I savored the game. "You started this, You tried to invade and steal my territory." I said, my voice laced with a mix of amusement and triumph. Vespa blinked absently and looked away, a micro-expression flashing across her face that betrayed her inner turmoil.
I saw it—a flicker of guilt, a moment of realization. Her consciousness was accusing her, and she knew it was true. She had been the aggressor, the one who had initiated this conflict by attempting to steal my territory.
A slow smile spread across my face as I watched the dawning of understanding spread across Vespa's features. Her eyes met mine, and in that moment, I saw a shift—a recognition of the power dynamics at play and the reality of her situation.
"Admit it," I murmured, my voice low and commanding. "You know it's true. You came barking up my tree, and now you're mine to do with as I please." The air between us crackled with the weight of her realization and the promise of what was to come. Herja delivered a system message, "Obedience node formation at 50%"
"I like you, but we can do this the hard way." I said, reaching my left hand down to cover her mouth, muffling any potential screams that might alert her clan. Simultaneously, I sent a small but exquisite punishing wave of her own pink orgone energy through her base chakra.
Vespa's eyes widened, and her entire body went rigid. I felt the vibration of her muffled scream in my palm, a testament to the intensity of the sensation coursing through her. After a moment, I stopped the punishing wave. Herja delivered a system message, "Obedience node formation at 65%"
Suddenly, Vespa's whole body broke out in a cold sweat, and she gasped as her senses returned. I smiled at her, "Or we can do this the easy way." I murmured, sliding the rod down between our bodies. I sent out a pleasure wave of Intent, covering Vespa's mouth again with my palm as she began to moan uncontrollably. Her body stiffened and tensed with each crashing wave of pleasure that I released. "Obedience node formation at 75%
I ground my sex into hers, pressing the rod into Vespa's hard Lollie. A grin spread across my face as I watched her pant into my palm, her eyes rolling loosely in her head. The sight of her surrender was intoxicating, a promise of the obedience and pleasure to come. I could feel her resistance crumbling, her body and mind yielding to the overwhelming sensations I was unleashing. With each wave of pleasure, I claimed a little more of her, binding her to me in a way that was as primal as it was pleasurable.
Vespa's moans grew louder, her body arching against mine as she chased the peaks of pleasure I was forcing upon her. A chill went through me as Herja delivered a system message, "Obedience node formation at 85% she's almost broken Ash." The words made my heart beat in ectasy, I was gaining control over Vespa. Erroding her personal will.
I paused my intent, ceasing the waves of pleasure that had been coursing through her. Gazing down into Vespa's sweaty face, I saw her eyes still swimming in her sockets, but slowly she began to focus. The intensity of the moment was palpable, the air thick with the weight of her impending surrender.
Reaching down, I cupped her crotch with my hand, feeling the heat and dampness of her arousal. A slow, confident smile spread across my face as I leaned in closer, my voice a low, commanding whisper. "Who does this belong to?"
Her face contorted with fragments of personal pride, a final, desperate attempt to resist the inevitable. I could see the battle raging within her, the struggle between her defiance and the overwhelming pleasure and control I had imposed.
Vespa's breath hitched, her eyes flitting between confusion and realization. The moment stretched out, a tense standoff between us, as I waited for her response, knowing that her answer would seal her fate and mark the beginning of her obedience. I dragged my hand up to my face, inhaling deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent of her arousal. The act was a deliberate, dominant move, a claim of ownership and control. Herja delivered a system message, "Obedience node formation at 95%" I sent another wave of crushing pleasure through the Dhakra Rod, intensifying the sensations coursing through Vespa's body.
Vespa's back arched, her body tensing as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses. I rocked my hips into her with deliberate, rhythmic movements, each thrust designed to heighten her arousal and deepen her submission. The Dhakra Rod pulsed with energy, amplifying the pleasure, taking us both to the summit of lust.
Her moans filled the air, raw and uninhibited, as I trained her with skill and precision. The world around us faded, leaving only the intense, primal connection between us. I could feel her body responding to mine, her resistance crumbling under the onslaught of pleasure and the inexorable pull of my dominance. I grabbed her throat and squeezed, I watched as her pupils dilated even further. Vespa's eyes met mine, a mix of defiance and total surrender swirled in their depths. I leaned in closer, as I continued to ride her, pushing her closer and closer to the height of a greater ecstasy. I spit in her face, "Who do you belong to bitch!" Herja delivered a system message, "Obedience node formation at 100%" Vespa screamed as she shook her head from left to right "YOU! PHUCK-SHYT-PHUCK! I BELONG TO YOU!" her legs spasmed and her body arched violently, and the explosion of her orgone climax gushed from between us.
The moment was electric, a culmination of power, pleasure, and domination. I held her gaze, savoring the sight of her broken and obedient, knowing that from this point on, she was mine to command and control. I stood up slowly, feeling the new pet node forming in my network, a tangible connection to Vespa that would forever bind her to me. The sensation was intoxicating, a mix of power and possession that left me feeling invincible.
Walking over to where Vespa lay, still panting and recovering from the intensity of our training session, I picked up her towel. I used it to wipe myself off, the fabric absorbing the remnants of our shared pleasure. With a final, deliberate motion, I threw the towel over her pointy horned head, a symbolic act of ownership and control.
"I'll be seeing you around, my pet," I said, my voice laced with a mix of amusement and command. I paused, a slow, knowing smile spreading across my face. "Or maybe...I'll be seeing through you."
The implication hung in the air, a promise of future encounters and the ever-present reminder of her submission. With that, I turned and walked away, leaving Vespa to contemplate the reality of her new existence—one where she was forever bound to me, her every thought and action subject to my will.