Conquest of Paradise Chapter 10

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Conquest of Paradise

Chapter Ten

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Mary ‘Saturn’ Masters

I couldn’t help but grimace at the bile I could feel boil at the base of my throat as our transport banked over the UN building, heading for the helipad. It looked untouched, the defenses and barricades still in place, and if I didn’t have faith that Master was a man of his word I never would have thought that it had been captured.

Of course, that impression would have died a brutal death the moment I laid eyes on of the veritable carpet of dead LMB soldiers laid out across the courtyard in neat rows, being stripped of their equipment by grim-faced members of the JTF, who were in turn loading it into LMB armored trucks (hastily painted with JTF markings).

I heard Tchenrenko and his guards muttering to each other in Russian, sounding far more unsure of the situation than they had before, probably wondering if they had signed themselves up with someone as evil as Amherst. Even if the LMB were the ‘bad guys’ that was…a whole lotta bodies, and it had been with terrifying speed, so I could kind of understand their nervousness. After all, they didn’t know what kind of man Master was (I could hear the rest of my team now, reminding me that I barely knew the man who had allowed me to wear his collar), and even I wondered (worried) how he had accomplished it. Some kind of nerve agent, perhaps, introduced to the air system? That would certainly be an exceptionally expedient way of handling the situation, but surely it would be a step too far to use such a weapon under the current circumstances? Besides which, wouldn’t it linger and render the UN Building uninhabitable?

No, there had to be another explanation, but what exactly that explanation could be was beyond anything that sprang to mind. Something clever and devastating, that much was obvious, and I wondered for a moment if I really wanted to know all the details.

The chopper touched down, Master and Nova shutting the engines down and exiting the cockpit to greet us in person, shaking the hands of Tchernenko and his guards with the polite niceties that people would so bizarrely cling to when the rest of the world has already gone to shit and is well on its way to going to actual hell. The small comfort found in keeping the tiniest shred of long-lost normality, I suppose.

We all disembarked onto the pad proper, the chatter of the JTF troopers now audible, and I watched as Master contemplated their ongoing efforts with a tense posture that screamed discomfort, which was actually quite comforting to me. Being collared by a sociopath wasn’t particularly appealing to me, no matter how attractive he was.

“Sir, we should get the doctor inside with his colleagues so that they can get to work. There are other missions ahead of us.” Nova said quietly, gently, and Master sighed before nodding in agreement, turning away from the unburied graveyard laid out before us all and gesturing invitingly towards the UN Building proper.

“This way, ladies and gentlemen.” He said calmly, setting off towards the front doors with a brisk stride that had us hurrying to keep up. Various JTF soldiers and technicians were moving around quickly, doing God-only-knows-what, and I almost giggled as any in our path scattered like pigeons as we approached. “As agreed during our meeting, the JTF will not have a presence here for some time, but under the current circumstances their assistance is quite necessary, what with clearing out the bodies and setting up the labs for the doctors to do their work. Speaking of which, Doctor Tchernenko, we’ve set the three of you up in the heart of the building. It’s the quietest place, and the most secure, because the last thing we want is anyone disturbing or disrupting your work.”

“Or kidnapping us?” Tchernenko added dryly, and Master barker a sharp laugh and nodded in agreement.

“Oh, most certainly. I know for a fact that there are some unpleasant people that want to get their hands on you, Doctor, in order to prevent you from making a cure and to compel you to design another, worse version of the plague. People that think Amherst had the right idea, but didn’t go far enough in his pursuit of that goal.” He said, giving Tchernenko a sympathetic glance as he spoke about the man’s former friend and colleague.

“It is still…shocking to me, that Gordon would do something like this. He always believed that Humanity was doing the world more harm than good, and who can disagree with that? Anyone with eyes can tell that we are effecting the environment to one degree or another, but to believe that deliberately causing a mass extinction event is the solution…” the Russian said quietly, sounding plaintive, perhaps even broken. “I simply cannot grasp it. I wish I could have him explain it to me, so that I could understand how my friend became such a monster.”

“You might get the chance. I’ve tracked down his lab, though I’ve no idea if the man is still alive. Whether he is or isn’t, anything there will be brough here, both for the purposes of investigation and to aid the three of you in solving this thing.” Master remarked, sounding sympathetic as he checked some information on his watch’s display, missing the shocked look those in earshot gave him. “In fact, once I deliver you to the ladies, that’s where I’m headed. I want to clear it out before I start launching punitive strikes on the other gangs, and especially before Keener can get wind of it’s location.”

“Sir, you just finished handling the LMB and then retrieving us, surely you can take some time to rest?” I protest immediately, concerned for his physical and mental health alike if he kept pushing too hard and too fast. “With his support from the LMB gone, Vanguard…that is, Keener, will be reeling, and he’ll need to push back to keep his defectors from abandoning him. Maybe we should hold off until things are settled here?”

“Sir, perhaps she has a point? I know we’re short on time, but doubtless we can take at least a little while? We did promise Jupiter, Saturn, and Venus an explanation, after all, and having them fully read into things would make future missions a lot easier.” Nova suggested tentatively, and he frowned for a moment before nodding in agreement.

“Alright, then. We will deliver the Doctor, then the rest of us will give these three a full briefing.” He responded aloud, and I couldn’t help but blush slightly as some very detailed, very lewd fantasies flitted across my mind. I couldn’t help but wonder, briefly, why Lucy and Molly were blushing as well, but shrugged it away quickly as I felt my tightening nipples brush against the bulk of my armor through my shirt, making thinking about anything rather difficult.

With our negotiations only having just been completed before we left for this mission, Master hadn’t had the time to do anything besides kiss me and give me a couple of hickeys beneath my collar (and his, for that matter). Well, that and the hot, thick, creamy load that he had given me in the HMMWV on our way to the Post Office. God, I needed another one of those, I really did. I needed him to use me, I needed him to make me cum, I needed him to let me cum.

The rest of the delivery didn’t take very long, and I watched Master and Angela converse quietly for a moment before Master kissed her forehead and turn away, leaving her blushing behind him. I couldn’t help but grin, because damn if that girl wasn’t a total virgin. She might be wearing one of his collars, but she obviously wasn’t used to getting a significant amount of sensual attention from him if that was all it took to make her blush like a schoolgirl.

Either that, or she was just a naturally shy, easily embarrassed, blushing submissive. I’d known more than a few girls just like that. Hell, I used to be like that, back when I was new to The Scene. Maybe Master could rekindle that girl in me, but with the world the way it was, I really doubted it. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what sort of discussion was about to take place. I could only assume he was going to give us the details on how he took the UN building so easily and so quickly, but in that case why weren’t the boys being included? With the JTF here in force getting supplies and dealing with the LMB bodies, they didn’t exactly need to run security, right?

We made our way through the building, collecting Pyrrha and Laura along the way, making small talk as Gaius led us to somewhere we would be undisturbed while we ‘got to know one another’, which sounded like a euphemism for something far more enjoyable than a briefing on whatever super-weapon he had used to clear the building out.

Finally, we came face to face with a large double door, which he opened and bowed us through with a courtly flourish. I giggled, shaking my head at him as I walked through with Molly and Lucy behind me, and I raised my eyebrows as I bore witness to the interior.

The first thing that caught my eye was the truly massive bed, clearly transported here from somewhere else, and the rack of medals and commendations against one wall.

“This used to be the Colonel’s room, as you might have guessed. I haven’t finished disposing of the less-than-relevant things, but I have no doubt there is plenty of useful information to be had amongst his papers and computer files. I’ll likely be having Mercury and Neptune go through all of that at some point, pass on to the JTF what is immediately actionable.” Master remarked casually remarked, waving to the somewhat-orderly mess. It wasn’t the worst I had ever seen, but clearly the late and hardly-lamented Bliss had not been the image of neatness and impeccable filing.

“A little grim, but I suppose everything about this entire situation is grim. You want to talk?” Molly responded with a small moue of distaste, though I could tell that she was excited by the idea of the treasure trove that doubtless lay within Bliss’ files and papers.

“Correct. Why don’t you all take a seat where you can.” He acknowledged, waving to what limited seating there was. Molly, Lucy, and I all sat down, leaving Gaius and his other girls (the present ones, at any rate) to remain standing. He regarded us all for a long moment, looking quite thoughtful, before huffing out a short sigh and taking a preparatory breath. “Simply put, ladies, none of us are from this plane of reality. Some of us aren’t even from this planet.”

There was a moment before Lucy snorted, covering her mouth as she expressed her amusement and surprise in a decidedly unladylike fashion, and I couldn’t help but feel the ball of dread and pain that gathered in the pit of my stomach, hard and cold like iron.

Godamnit.

I had let myself get collared by a guy who had suffered a psychotic break from the stress of the situation.

And now me and my teammates were trapped in a room with him and his two compatriots, sitting down and vulnerable.

Fuck.

“Oh, calm down Mary, and Molly, we’re not fucking with you. We promised to tell you the truth and we will.” Nova sighed, rolling her eyes theatrically. Glancing over at Pyrrha, she twirled her wrist lightly in a ‘go ahead’ gesture. Blushing slightly, Pyrrha lifted her hands hands and made a ‘come hither’ gesture. A serious of loud clicks echoed as our weapon straps and clasps came loose, our rifles and sidearms flying across the room to hover in front of the Grecian-clad redhead.

“What the fuck…” Molly breathed, eyes wide, as Pyrrha floated our weapons over to the side of the room and set them down neatly.

“Allow me to reintroduce my companions.” Gaius said blandly, gesturing first to Pyrrha. “Pyrrha Nikos, a Huntress of the Creatures of Grimm from the world of Remnant. The special ability she just displayed is a unique, in-born power known as a Semblance, specifically the Semblance of Polarity. It allows her to utterly control every metallic object within her range.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I’m sorry for the deception, but it was necessary.” The girl apologized with a slightly bow, looking genuinely remorseful, and Gaius gestured to Laura next.

“Laura Kinney, 23rd Embryo of the Weapon X project. Possesses a special ability that causes such powerful regeneration that shooting her in the head would not be fatal, and provides her with effective immortality. She quite literally out-heals her aging factor. In addition, she has adamantium-coated claws in her hands that are capable of cutting through the armor of a main battle tank.”

The black-haired woman flexed her hands, two gleaming, wickedly sharp claws to pop out of the webbing between her knuckles with an ominous, muted snikt!, She turned her hand this way and that, letting the light catch on the blades, before they vanished back beneath her skin. Unperturbed, Gaius continued with a gesture to Nova.

“This is November ‘Nova’ Terra, born 2485 on the Terran colony world of Tarsonis in the Koprulu Sector. Not only is she a Ghost, which makes her one of the most elite covert operatives in her home dimension, but she also possesses psionic powers. She can, and has, killed entire city blocks with nothing more than the power of her mind.”

“All those daydreams, she’s been giving those to me, hasn’t she? She’s been that little voice in the back of my head!” I breathed, unwilling to dismiss his words about the blonde sniper when Pyrrha’s own abilities had been so blatantly proven.

“She has, yes, and she was responsible for giving every corpse you saw outside a fatal brain aneurysm. They died within minutes, painlessly and without ever realizing what was happening.” Gaius admitted, looking extremely tired. “I wish it had not been necessary, of course, I hated to ask her to do such a mass execution, but I wasn’t willing to spend the lives of the JTF or loyal Agents to deal with the LMB conventionally.”

“And what about you, huh? You secretly a wizard? Got a top hat and a robe?” Lucy asked shakily, trying to regain some manner of equilibrium through snark, and Gaius’ mouth quirked in a small, wry smile before he shook his head.

“No. I was once a perfectly normal man in a perfectly normal version of Earth, one where everyone in this room, this entire world really, was either a video game character, a book character, a TV show character, or several of the above. My own world was, is, going through a pandemic of its own. Millions dead to a virus related closely to SARS and MERS. I found something called ‘The Catalogue’, which purported to offer the chance to travel the multiverse collecting women and play God.” His mouth twisted a little bitterly. “I thought it was a joke, just another internet game made up by some pervert hanging out in his bedroom during lockdown. Turns out it wasn’t so fake as I had believed.”

“You’re here to collect us, aren’t you?” I breathed, swallowing heavily, unsure of how to feel about everything that had just been revealed, and he nodded calmly. “Why? Why here, why us, why…?”

“I’ll be entirely honest: if I had thought it was legitimate, I would have started in another world. My entire reason for beginning here, the way I did, was to fantasize about defeating the Dollar Flu while I hid away at home in the hopes of escaping the virus that was threatening my own world. Of being a hero who could save the day without a single mistake or failure. Now, I’m at something of a disadvantage.”

“Why tell us? Why not collect us, or capture us, or whatever, and do whatever you wanted with us?” Molly bit out angrily, and Gaius folded his hands behind his back with a thoughtful look.

“I could have kept it all secret from you for another week, or used my influence over you to ensure it was all perfectly natural and normal, but I wanted to be honest and upfront with you to begin with. You all already belong to me, but I’m not a rapist. I have no interest in using you and discarding you like trash when I am done. Indeed, I have extensive plans for everyone in this world.”

“You…you mean you’ve already collected us?” Lucy asks, before looking down at her wrist band and then at everyone else in the room. “These things you gave us, the collars the others wear…that’s how you, you mark people as yours. Its how you capture them, by putting some sort of collar on them like a dog! That’s why you never gave one to Mercury and Neptune, or had us give one to them! Its because they’re men!”

“More or less, yes. The moment those bands clasped around your wrists, or neck in Mary’s case,” he tilted his head towards me, and my hand rose unconsciously to the leather around my throat. “You became mine. There is no undoing it, no circumventing it. In a week, being anything other than mine will seem an outlandish, even abhorrent thing. I am sorry, but it was necessary, and quite frankly for your own good.”

“…that situation you gave us, with Keener rescuing us, it wasn’t just a hypothetical, was it?” I whispered, and everyone looked at me. Raising my eyes to meet his, feeling the confusion and pain that he could doubtlessly see in them, I elaborated. “You said we were all characters in a video game. That’s how you knew where we would be, how you knew that the Cleaners were after us and that Keener sent them. We were all characters in your video game, and in the game we didn’t have anyone to save us.”

“…Correct.” He admitted, nodding his head almost proudly as he regarded me. “Your entire cell joined up with Keener after suffering injuries at the Cleaners’ hands, some of them grievous.”

He flickered a glance at Molly, who blanched at the implications.

“While you firmly rejected the use of the Eclipse Virus despite Keener’s orders, even destroying the stockpile he gave you so that it couldn’t be used, you were all eventually hunted down and killed by the player character for remaining loyal to the Rogues.” He continued, squaring his shoulders and his jaw alike in a display of firm, righteous confidence. “I didn’t want that to happen again. Unlike many of the First Wave that went Rogue, you didn’t try to cause extensive civilian or SHD casualties.”

It was hard to imagine, but with the evidence before us…I sighed and bowed my head submissively.

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Gaius Mactire

“What is next, Master.” Mary said softly, head inclined, and I resisted the urge to smile in pleasure at the words. This was a serious moment, and I didn’t want to blow it. Sure, the other two Agents would be mine within a few days regardless, and love it, but I didn’t want their time until then to be misery. I was trying to be a hero, damnit!

“Mary!” Lucy protested, but the brunette agent ignored her, and I regarded Mary’s bowed crown for a moment before responding aloud.

“The three of you will assist me in dealing with Amherst’s apartment. Nova and Laura will be hunting down other capture targets within the city, those that I do not intend to keep. They will be sold, sent out of this dimension entirely to whatever other Contractor desires them. Unable to threaten this world after we leave. Once we’ve succeeded here, we will do the same in Washington D.C., before moving on to another dimension entirely.” I explained honestly, having neither the desire nor seeing the necessity in lying at this point. “I expect we will be done with this world within a week.”

“Sir intended to drag things out here, seduce you all slowly and solve every issue this world has before moving on, but frankly it isn’t an efficient use of time. We will set your world on the path to salvation, and then we will leave. And all of you will come with us.” Nova added, honesty verging on bluntness, and I gave her a chastising side-eye as Lucy and Moly gaped. “For now, Sir is going to fuck each of you in that bed over there while the Laura and I get started on our mission.”

One of these days, Nova might stop trying to cause trouble for her own amusement and her idea of what’s best for me. Admittedly, it would be rather less endearing if she would stop being right about it all. Rolling my eyes at her smug smirk, I gave her and Laura deep kisses before chivvying them out the door with a hefty smack to each of their asses, getting a pair of smokey over-the-shoulder looks in return as they left.

“Molly, Lucy, I want the two of you to remain where you are until otherwise instructed, and watch everything we do.” I ordered the pair, eyes never leaving Mary as I felt myself growing harder in my pants. “Mary, stand up and get out of your gear.”

She was on her feet in a moment, shucking her gear quickly, eagerly, and I gave her a quick shock through her collar, getting a surprised yip and a low moan in response.

“Slowly, slave, slowly.” I chastised her, shaking my head at her as she pouted at me. “Do it properly, make a show of it. You’re on display, not getting ready for a Navy shower.”

“Yes, Master.” She acknowledged, dipping her head submissively, her movement changing promptly to a more sensual dance of disrobing. Fortunately, her previous haste had dealt with her armored vest and equipment belts, which would have been essentially impossible to remove in a sexy way.

I had seen her naked before, of course, skin still dripping with water from the shower, cheeks flushed from the orgasm she had just given herself, the heat, and the embarrassment of the situation, when she had tripped and I had caught her the other day. That had been incredibly erotic, but it had also been innocently erotic, unplanned and almost cute.

This, however, was deliberate, and one of her previous dominants had clearly taught her how to show herself off. The thought of my Mary having submitted to another gave birth to a possessive rumble in my chest, and when she blushed and smiled while intensifying her efforts, I realized it might have sounded like a growl of a different sort.

Her jacket and heavy pants were gone, leaving her in thin, clinging, sweat-wicking under-armor that accentuated every muscled curve and left her stomach and lower legs bare. The shirt came off first, then the pants, leaving her in a functional, somewhat-flattering sports bra and a rather more appealing thong. She turned, bending low to display the perfect, firm globes of her ass, the tiny strip of black cloth nestled between them, as she removed her bra. She spanked herself with one hand, looking over her shoulder at me with her bottom lip between her, and used one finger to slowly pull down the thong.

It didn’t leave her easily, despite its miniscule size, and even if I wouldn’t have been able to guess, the reason why would have been quickly apparent. Even at this distance, I could see the strands of her cum that stretched between silk and silken folds before breaking free at a sufficient distance.

“Don’t put those aside, I’ll have a use for them shortly.” I ordered before she could toss them aside, and I felt my lips twitch towards a smirk as she shuddered, imagining exactly what that use would be. It was a bit cliché, perhaps, to make a sub use her own soaked panties as a makeshift gag, but I would be damned if it wasn’t a cliché for a damn good reason. “Now, for your first lesson when it comes to serving me: standing ready for inspection. Face me. Arms folded behind your back, horizontally beneath your shoulder blades. Legs spread, shoulder width, chest out, head up.”

She obeyed promptly while I watched, enjoying the jiggling and the swaying as she moved to obey. The position I now had her in was a common one for the inspection of a female submissive back home in the ‘real world’ that I had come from, and with good reason. It was stable, looked formal and impressive, and nicely displayed the entirety of the submissive to the eyes of those around them. The very positioning of the arms naturally pushed one’s chest out, making it more prominent, and the benefits of the spread legs hardly needed to be mentioned.

“Good girl, very good. You are not to move until instructed otherwise, understood? Disobedience will lead to punishment. Respond verbally.” I praised her, and she squared her jaw before responding in the affirmative. Pleased, I made my way over to her and began to make my inspection.

She was toned and athletic, of course, with a full-body tan lacking any sort of clothing marks. It was a natural tan, as well, which pleased me a great deal. Her breasts were proportionate to her build, a large B or a small C, perhaps. I resisted the urge to compare them to some sort of fruit, as I circled her, running my hand down her spine to cup and squeeze her ass, before giving her a harsh slap across each clap.

She barely moved, much to my approval, rocking only slightly from the impact and giving a low moan.

“Thank you very much, Sir. May I please have more?” she asked, the eagerness in her voice making my dick twitch in my pants, but I didn’t respond immediately, instead moving around in front of her.

“Eager, aren’t you?” I mused, getting an instant and vocal agreement in return. Caressing her breasts, enjoying the feel of those rock-hard nipples pressing into my palms, and I grinned slightly as an idea occurred. “Eyes on me.”

Her eyes rose immediately to meet mine, and the desire and submission I saw burning within them thrilled me to no end. Her lips parted, slightly swollen from her teeth, her breath heavy and eager. Her posture, perfect and solid, obediently following my instructions regardless of actions on my part. Her breath caught in her chest as she saw the smirk on my lips, her nipples between the second and third knuckles of my hands, and I gave her that heartbeat of realization before pinching tightly and twisting.

She cried out in mingled pleasure and pain, eyes sliding half-shut as her sweet lips flew open, and I could smell the increased flow of need between her legs, fell her muscles tense as she forced herself to remain immobile. I kept the pressure on for a moment longer, long enough to ensure I wouldn’t seem surprised or reluctant, before releasing the engorged beads of flesh.

“T-thank you Sir, for your attention. Please use me as you see fit.” She said after a moment of gathering herself, and I cupped her cheek with my right hand, rubbing her cheek lightly and enjoying the way she leant ever-so-slightly into my touch.

“Good girl, Mary. You impress me already, with your obedience and your responsiveness. Your previous Master was a worthless fool to let a gem like you grow tarnished and slip from his grasp.” I praised her genuinely, getting a pleased smile in response, and I trailed my hands down her body as I continued, one stopping to wrap around the side and back of her neck while the other skimmed her abdomen on its way to her crotch. “Would you like me to touch you, Mary? Would you like me to find out just how wet you are for me?”

“Yes, Sir! Please touch me, Sir, please see how wet this perverted slut is for her Master!” she begged eagerly, without an instant of hesitation or shame, despite the gasps of shock that I could hear coming from her teammates. Her breathing quickened as my hand drew closer and closer to her sex, one finger circling her engorged clit before flicking it sharply (earning a soft squeal from her in response) before finally, finally, dipping into the slick heat between her thighs.

She was soaked, literally dripping with arousal, and the soft, low moans and hums of approval she gave as I explored her sex had my already-hard cock becoming painfully aroused in the tight confines of my pants. I ground the heel of my palm against her clit, the tip of my middle finger circling the entrance to her moist tunnel, dipping inside occasionally. Teasing her with just the tip, I thought to myself with a rumble of amused approval, feeling her innermost muscles try and clench around the invading digit.

“Since this is our first time together, I will be generous. Get on the bed in your preferred position, and I will be with you in a moment.” I said, pulling away from her, my offer stifling her whine of disappointment.

“Master is most generous indeed, letting his slave decide anything.” She perked back up again the moment the words registered, inclining her head to me respectfully and stepping past me (receiving another spank as she did) to head for the bed.

I pulled out my smart device and quickly purchased Aggressive Initiations. Now, the more my collared girls submitted to me, the faster the timer would run out. Once I left Mary a satiated ruin on the bed, I would move on to Molly and Lucy. Sticky Fingers would quickly persuade them to give submission a shot, hot and bothered as they would be from watching me have my way with Mary, and with their submission I would have their hearts.

“Pyrrha, do you want to leave, or would you like to stay?” I asked the Remnantian softly, and she blushed, glancing over at Mary before looking up at me shyly through her eyelashes.

“I would like to stay, please. Maybe…maybe not do anything yet, but…could I watch, if you’ll let me?” she mumbled, and I regarded her for a moment before stepping close and tilting her chin up so our eyes met. Her green eyes were aroused, but worried, perhaps even fearful, and I lay a gentle kiss on her brow before pulling back.

“If that is what you like, certainly. However, I order you to be honest with yourself once things begin. However you feel, whatever you need, to be comfortable, I want you to do it. Am I understood?” I asked firmly, and she nodded with a deepening blush in response. Satisfied, I kept my back to the bed and began to remove my own equipment, quickly and efficiently. I wasn’t putting on a show for anyone, after all, not the way Mary and the other girls had and would. I heard Pyrrha squeak behind me, which made me grin, and I enjoyed how both Molly and Lucy were silent and blushing as they stared at my swollen cock. They clearly liked what they saw on a primal level, even if their more civilized minds were still unsure of the situation. Feeling somewhat cheeky, I gave them a wink and flexed my cock, making the shaft bounce itself in the air, before turning to face Mary on the bed.

To my surprise, she was lying on her side, regarding me with hunger, a hunger that grew ravenous as I turned and her eye locked onto my eager shaft. Somehow I doubted this was her favorite position, especially given how submissive she was, but I moved towards her all the same, trusting that she would explain herself soon enough.

“Master, this slave struggles to imagine a single, perfect position to take your cock, but she hopes that your first time as her dominant could be done in such a way that she can see you? So she can look up at you over her as you use her for your pleasure, so that you can look down and see her joy at being of service to you?” she asked softly, rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs as wide as she could, pulling her knees nearly to her chest, reaching down with one hand to spread her weeping folds open with her fingers, showing me her glistening pink depths. “Would Master be willing to grant this desperate slave her heart’s desire?”

“More than willing, even without such a display as the one before me.” I breathed in response, moving forward as she smiled happily and rubbed her clit with her thumb while keeping herself spread for my visual stimulation. Not that I needed much more stimulation, at this point. I got up onto the bed, shuffling up to her on my knees, settling between her legs and inhaling deeply the scent of her desire as she gazed up at me, bottom lip back between her teeth and the corners of her mouth curling upwards, eyes sparkling with excitement and want. The idea of teasing her, and therefore her squadmates, entered my mind for all of a heartbeat before being discarded. Both of us were more than ready, and after we took the edge off we would have plenty of time to play and turn up the heat for Molly and Lucy.

Our moans rose to the ceiling, throaty and loud, as I lined myself up and sank into her all-to-willing body. I was hilted almost instantly, brushing against the very back of her channel, hands braced on either side of her head as she threw it back and cried out in the instinctual pleasure of being filled. She was hot, and wet, and tight, of course, but the way her sheath rippled around me had to be deliberate. The woman beneath me was a well-trained, experienced submissive, one that knew how to use every part of her body to bring her dominant pleasure, and it showed.

“Ah, Master! You feel so good inside this slave’s needy pussy! Please fuck this slave hard, Master, fuck her so hard that the entire building knows how good you are! Use her as roughly as you used Nova and Laura that night in the safe house, use her until she can’t leave your bed!” Mary shouted, head rolling on the mattress as I continued to stroke into her.

“What a little whore you’ve turned out to be. I’m amazed a submissive little slut like you made it past the SHD screening if this is how you behave after a handful of days.” I scoffed lightly, bracing her legs against my chest, the backs of her knees resting on my shoulders, as one hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed lightly. The other massaged, squeezed, and generally did whatever it damn well pleased with her breasts, and she gave a rather loud cry of approval in time with my groan of pleasure as the change in angle added a whole new series of sensational delights to our fucking.

And it was fucking, not making love or whatever other sweet euphemisms one might prefer. There was nothing gentle or sweet about this, not by the standards of anyone who would be watching without context or understanding, certainly. No, this was rough, ceaseless, perverted fucking, sex for the sake of cumming as hard and as often as possible.

Which I fully intended to do.

“Yes, Master, this slave is a filthy submissive slut that almost flunked out!” Mary agreed immediately, and I could tell she wasn’t just humouring me, either. She meant that, which meant I, in turn, needed to get the full story from her later.

Much later.

“You feel so good around me, Mary. So tight, so wet, so fucking needy! Squeezing me, your desperate little cunt trying so fucking hard to keep me from leaving. Do you want me to cum in you, slave? Do you want me to pack that womb full, fucking breed you again and again until you’re barefoot and pregnant, crawling at my feet like a fucking dog?”

To my immense surprise, given that I didn’t have Sexual Calibration yet, that seemed to be enough to make Mary cum with a howl (there was no other word for it) of pleasure as her cunt tightened around me. As turned on as I was, as amazing as her cumming around me felt, and as primalistically inspired as I was by her apparent desire to be bred like a bitch in heat, her orgasm pulled mine right after it, and I leant down to latch my teeth onto the spot where the curve of her neck met the subtle muscle of her shoulder. She cried out again, tightening anew, as I poured liquid heat into her womb. Quite possibly impregnating her, given the inherent supremacy of my body thanks to my buffs, protection or no protection.

She reached for me, almost desperately, and I released her throat. She lunged upwards as best she could, a writhing undulation of her torso that did incredible things to where we were connected giving her the momentum needed to wrap her arms around my neck as best she could, given our respective positions. She clung to me, whimpering and murmuring half-formed words, as the aftershocks faded, the last few spurts of cum seeping from the tip of my cock in time with the weak pulses rippling along its length.

I shifted her legs off of my shoulders, settling more naturally between her thighs, and as her arms tightened around me and she buried her face in my neck, I rolled us over and propped myself up on the pillows. She moaned as I shifted inside of her, the sound low and sweet in my ear, and rocked her hips slightly to resettle herself before simply resting against my chest.

“Such a good girl, Mary. You came so hard for me, and you took all the cum I gave you.” I praised her softly, stroking her spine soothingly. Even if I wasn’t inclined to give my submissives aftercare after a session (never mind our first session, however mild it had been!), which I most assuredly was, she was clearly feeling particularly in need of comfort and care at the moment. “How are you doing, baby girl?”

“I’m okay, Master, I just need to hold you. I’ve been alone for so long, and it was hard enough to have to dominant in my life when the world wasn’t ending. Now I have one that will never leave me, never send me away or grow bored with me. One that will give me everything I need, take everything he wants, and protect me.” She murmured, sounding tired and emotional, but I was pleased to hear that the greatest emotion was happiness. “I want you to breed me, Master, if it makes you happy. I want to have your child, to stay safely in your home and to curl up at your feet in peace and quiet. I’m tired of fighting, tired of hoping I won’t be captured and raped into some lunatic’s fuckdoll, tired of watching friends die and hating myself for being glad that it wasn’t me. That I got to live even one more day, even if it was at their expense.”

I was taken aback, I admit. I had known she had some combat fatigue, of course, because how couldn’t she? I knew from the game that she hadn’t been happy with being an Agent, even before she had gone Rogue, and I knew that she had been unsatisfied with her previous dominant. I hadn’t realized it had reached this level however, and I tightened my hold on her as one hand lifted to stroke her hair soothingly.

“I don’t, and won’t, judge you for that. If you want to stay out of the fighting, you can stay out of the fighting. If you want to work Ops and Logistics, that’s fine with me. If you want to work in the infirmary, that’s fine with me. If you just want to stay up here and wait for me to return after every mission, that’s fine with me.” I reassured the woman in my arms, whose clinging grip I know understood to be that of a woman clinging to a rock and not a man, voice firm. “You don’t need to be pregnant or caring for my child just to be safe. I want to have children with my girls, Mary, but only if they want to get pregnant for the sake of having a child.”

“Of course, Sir. Please don’t misunderstand, I wouldn’t bring a child into the world just to use it’s existence as a shield, I swear it to you.” She responded immediately, sounding only somewhat offended by the implication, sounding even sleepier. “I just want you to keep me safe and love me the way I need to be loved. Please?”

“Of course I will. Now get some rest, you’ve more than earned it.” I swore in return, sliding her off of me (she whined at the loss of my still-hard length from her warn depths, but was too worn out from both the sex and emotional stress to do anything more) before getting to my feet and looking at the other three women in the room. “Now…who would like to be next?”

Three throats bobbed hard, three sets of eyes locked on my thick, eager cock, still glistening from Mary’s come that was coating it.

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Probably the longest uninterrupted smut scene I’ve written yet, that wasn’t part of a multi-hour ERP session in one MMORPG or another. Many thanks as always to my patrons! Next update will be either Herald or Legends Never Die, which is my Worm/LoL Quest. Since Sincerely started updating Source of Conflict again, which is what pushed me over the edge to doing my own quest, I might post an update for that :D