Chapter 383: 383. Labubu dolls
I brushed my cock up and down Loona’s wet slit, letting her hear the slick, squelching noises our bodies made. She seized my shoulders when I flicked my thumb over her clit, her knees turning weak with sheer need. I could tell she was unraveling, needing me in a way she never thought she’d need any man.
She begged me, her voice cracked and pleading. "Asher, I need it. I need it in me," she gasped, the head of my shaft locked tightly against her entrance.
"How bad?" I demanded, withholding it.
"Real bad. I need you so bad. Please, fuck me."
"You sound like a little whore when you say that," I murmured directly against her ear, my hot breath tickling her ultra-sensitive skin as a bead of sweat rolled down her temple.
"I am a whore for the Shinigami," she whimpered, lost in the degradation.
"You’re a whore only for me," I growled, squeezing hard on her plush nipple with one hand.
"Yes! Only for you. I’m your whore," she cried, biting her lip as an electric jolt shot through her clit when I rubbed the tip of my cock directly over her bundle of nerves.
"No one else," I clarified harshly. "No one else is good enough to get you this wet. No one else can make you cum like this." To drive the point home, I let my cock breach her tight opening just an inch, making a loud, wet squish as her juices overflowed. She groaned loudly, her hips twitching.
"From now on, I’m going to be your only lover. I’m the only one allowed to fuck you. You’re going to stay here with Josh, but you belong completely to me. Don’t you dare let him touch you!"
I let the psychological weight of my words sink into her mind. One thing I had discovered through my system was that taming a woman wasn’t just about the physical act of fucking. The mental weight of commanding her, claiming ownership over her mind, did the trick just as effectively. The physical act was simply there to assert absolute dominance.
A notification pinged in my mind’s eye:
[Loona’s Taming Process: 88%]
Her desperation was so agonizing that she actually lashed out, trying to grab my cock and force it inside herself. She needed the release.
"I need it, I need it, Asher," she cried out as I sharply slapped her hand away from my waist.
"Say please."
"Please! Please, Asher, fuck me!"
That was exactly what I wanted to hear. After all, she was basically as good as tamed.
"Alright," I whispered.
She gasped as the mushroom shaped head of my cock forced her swollen lips wide open, burying itself deep inside her tight passage. She let out a sob as she felt herself become completely, overwhelmingly filled by my rod of judgement.
It was obviously the most extraordinary fulfillment she had ever experienced. Her legs spasmed violently as I began to thrust, giving her body time to adjust to my massive size. She groaned into the cushions, but before she could catch her rhythm, I pulled out completely.
She cried out at the sudden, cold emptiness, but I didn’t give her time to complain. Pulling her up, I flipped her over, forcing her to brace herself against the armrest of the couch. I lined myself up and drove back into her wet pussy from behind, marveling at how tight she still was. Josh must have been utterly pathetic in bed if she felt this unruined.
As I took her from behind, she gasped, moaning and sighing in a desperate cadence. I increased my pace until I was slamming my hips ruthlessly against her plush backside, her ass jiggling while l kissed her down her spine and whispering filthy things into her ear, gripping her blonde hair to control her movements.
My hand reached around her thigh, finding her clit and stroking it furiously. The erratic, rapid friction combined with my deep hard thrusts was enough to drive her straight to the edge.
Just as she was about to cum, I pulled almost completely out, leaving only the tip inside, before entering her again—inch by excruciating inch. It was a delicious kind of torture, forcing myself to maintain control and not cum instantly.
Loona looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes glazed with love and lust. I leaned over her, our foreheads pressing together and our lips meshing. We shared the same hot breath as the coupling shifted into a deep, soul-binding rhythm. It felt as if our souls were reaching out, intertwining into one.
I reveled in her moans. Her whimpers and sharp screams were a different kind of pleasure entirely. They were a direct confirmation of exactly what I was doing to her. Each sound indicated the joy I was delivering with every deep stroke until, finally, her eyes rolled back. She screamed as a massive orgasm crushed her, her entire body shaking and convulsing around my shaft.
Her internal muscles clamped down hard, her juices coating my cock in waves. She had no time to recover because I was right on the brink of my own release. I slowed my thrusts down, prolonging the exquisite sensation.
At length, I let myself go over the edge. I unleashed the first thick stream of cum at the very depths of a deep thrust, shooting more into her with each subsequent push. She greeted my release with a low, pleased groan, her internal walls milking my shaft to coax out every last drop until I was completely spent.
When I finally pulled out, a thick mixture of our fluids immediately began to dribble out from between her flushed labia. I collapsed onto the couch beside her, and she immediately rolled over to press her warm, bare body against mine. She draped an arm over my chest, tangled her legs with mine, and rested her head right over my heartbeat.
"I can still feel you inside me," she sighed, nuzzling into my neck. "It’s so warm..."
I smiled, running my fingers through her tangled hair, earning a pleased little hum.
"Sounds like you loved it," I murmured.
She nodded against my chest. "Mmm-hmm," she approved. "I wish my first time had been this sweet... with you."
I didn’t even need to ask about her first time. With a monster like Josh, it obviously hadn’t been pretty.
"I wouldn’t mind having you as the only man I sleep with in the whole world," she added softly.
Her absolute loyalty didn’t surprise me. A bright system notification had already pinged in my mind’s eye:
[Congrats Host: You have successfully completely tamed Loona!]
There weren’t any immediate stat rewards for taming her, perhaps because she didn’t fit the ’MILF’ criteria of the system, but I had gained something far more valuable than a generic item reward. I had gained a person I could trust blindly in this world. A 100% loyal lover on earth. My very first fully tamed woman here. It was a massive milestone.
I smiled down at her, my fingers tracing her bare shoulder. "So... while we still have some time before the other tenants come back to the apartment, why don’t you tell me about Josh? Everything you know about him and Akira’s corporate company and the Shinigami."
She raised a brow, momentarily confused as to why a caretaker would need that kind of high-level information, but because of her absolute loyalty, she didn’t hesitate.
"Alright..." she began, leaning up slightly. "The weirdest thing I’ve noticed about Josh is how he brings home these heavy, sealed boxes filled with Labubu dolls... and he threatens to kill me if I ever go near them."
That was completely unexpected. I raised my own brow. As someone who had been told by a goddess I was nothing more than a character in a novel, l began sensing a plot thread.
"Labubu dolls?" My curiosity was up. "Tell me more."
To be continued...
