Yanen slapped her ass—hard enough to leave a red handprint on her brown skin. *Smack!* She yelped in delight. Another slap. *Smack!* Her cheeks jiggled, turning pink.
He wrapped her silver hair around his fist like a leash, pulling her head back until her neck strained. "You're nothing but a hole for my cum, aren't you? Say it.""Sora's nothing…! Just a hole…! Master's cum-dump…! Ahhhhn!" Her moans turned guttural as he angled deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her toes curl.
The pressure built in Yanen's core again—hot, insistent. He thrust faster, erratic, chasing release.
Sora's pussy fluttered, another climax ripping through her. "Fill me…! Please…!"
He buried himself deep and erupted.
Rope after thick rope pumped into her, overflowing immediately, spilling down her thighs in creamy streams.
Sora wailed, body locking up in oversensitive bliss. "Yesss…! So full…! Master's seed…!"
[Mission Progress: 2/3]
Yanen barely registered the chime.
He was lost—completely. The shy, average guy from Earth was gone. In his place was something primal, commanding.
He pulled out roughly, watching his cum bubble out of her abused hole. Sora collapsed fully, ass still twitching, a pool forming beneath her.
One more.
He hauled her up by the hair again, forcing her onto her knees. "Open wide, slut. Clean your mess."
Sora obeyed instantly, mouth gaping.
Yanen fed her his cock, still slick with their juices. She sucked hungrily—*slurp, slurp*—tongue lapping every inch, throat working to take him deep.
He face-fucked her without mercy, hands locked on either side of her head. Gags and wet *glucks* filled the air as saliva dripped from her chin onto her bouncing breasts.
"Fuck… you're good at this," he growled. "Swallow it all."
Her eyes watered, but she nodded frantically around him. The buildup came fast this time—balls tightening, shaft throbbing.
Yanen thrust deep and held, flooding her throat. Sora gulped desperately—*gulp, gulp*—some escaping the corners of her mouth to dribble down her neck. She milked him dry, not spilling a drop more.
When he pulled back, she gasped for air, cum-smeared lips smiling up at him adoringly. "Th-thank you… Master…"
[Mission Complete: 3/3]
Yanen turned, still naked, cock glistening in the harsh sunlight. His eyes locked on Eirene.
She stood a few paces away, arms folded, expression unreadable.
"Congratulations on losing your virginity…" She paused, silver eyes widening slightly as he approached. "Wh… What do you think you're doing?"
Yanen stopped inches from her, towering now in a way he hadn't before. The character hadn't faded—it had deepened.
"Strip."
Eirene's lips curled in a sassy smirk. "You dare command me, mortal? I am an Emanation—"
Her words died as she met his eyes. They were cold. Emotionless. Unyielding.
"What… happened to you, mortal trash?" she asked, suspicion creeping into her tone.
"Trash?" He tilted his head. "Call me Master from now on."
"You better know your place, human wor—"
SLAP!
His hand cracked across her cheek. The sound echoed sharply. Eirene's head snapped sideways, silver hair whipping.
A faint red mark bloomed on her pale skin. She touched it slowly, eyes wide for the first time.
"When a slave is given a command," Yanen said emotionlessly, "they do it without complaint. Strip."
Eirene gritted her teeth. "You can't do this to me… I am above you… M-Mas...ter…" But her hands moved.
Fingers untied the golden pins at her shoulders. The white Greek-style robe slipped down her body in a slow cascade, pooling at her feet.
She stood bare. Moderate pale breasts—perky, tipped with silver-pink nipples that hardened in the open air.
Hourglass figure: narrow waist flaring into wide hips, smooth thighs leading to a neatly trimmed silver patch above her slit. Her skin was flawless, almost glowing, like polished marble.
Sora watched from the corner, still breathing heavily, face flushed and obscene—eyes glazed, lips parted, cum still smeared on her chin.
"So what?" Eirene asked, voice steady but laced with something new. "You want to defile me now? I'm a powerful Emanation!"
Yanen sat on the warm rock, back against the slanted face, legs spread. His cock—still hard, veins pulsing—jutted upward.
"I know… that your leash has been given to me by that slut Asherah. You have no power over me. Now…"
He pointed between his legs.
"Ride me."
Eirene's jaw clenched.
"This is… beneath me…" But she stepped forward. Straddled him. One hand gripped his shoulder for balance; the other reached down to guide him.
Her slit was already slick—betraying her. She sank down slowly—*schlick*—inch by inch, face twisting in reluctant pleasure. "Nngh… too big… you filthy…Master..."
Yanen grabbed her hips and slammed her the rest of the way down. *Plap!*
Eirene gasped sharply, eyes flying wide. "Ah—!"
She was stiff at first—movements mechanical, rising and falling with gritted teeth. Her pale breasts bounced lightly, silver hair swaying. "This… means nothing… you're just a tool…"
"Shut up and ride harder, slave."
Her eyes met his—cold, commanding. She bit her lip… and obeyed. Hips rolling faster, grinding down with wet *slaps*. "Nn… yes… Master…"
Yanen reached up, pinching one silver-pink nipple hard. She arched, moaning low—*mmmph*. "Suck them," he ordered.
She leaned forward, but he shook his head.
"Not you."
He glanced at Sora.
"Elf. Get over here. Suck her breasts."
Sora crawled over eagerly, exhausted but obedient. She latched onto Eirene's left breast—*slurp*—tongue swirling the nipple, sucking greedily. Eirene's rhythm faltered. "Ahh…! W-what… nngh…"
Yanen slapped Eirene's ass. *Smack!* "Faster."
She whined—actually whined—and sped up, pussy clenching tighter. Sora switched to the other breast, nibbling gently.
Eirene's moans grew louder—*ah-ah-ah*—body loosening, hips slamming down with abandon. "M-Master… it feels… good…"
"Now aren't you tame," he smirked, "Cheap white."
Yanen thrust up to meet her, hands roaming her hourglass curves—squeezing ass, pinching thighs. Sora's mouth worked feverishly, saliva dripping down Eirene's chest.
The pressure built. Eirene's walls fluttered. "I-I'm… cumming…! Master…!"
She shattered—body seizing, juices flooding around him. *Squirt-squirt*. Yanen held her down and released—hot spurts filling her depths. She screamed—*ahhhh!*—milking him dry.
But soon... He came back to his senses mid-pulse.
"Huh... what was i..." The cold persona shattered, as he saw the two cum-streaked women. "Ahhhh!! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!! Please, just kill me!!"