In the sa instant as their lips found each other, John pressed Lorelei into the soft grass. There was no resistance, only obligating moans between the kisses. It was her first one and she let him do with her whatever he wanted, reciprocating the demanding advance of his tongue with inexperienced submissiveness.
Obliging him seed to be ingrained in her very being. Her breathing got more and more heated as John moved on top of her. The hands she had held in the earnest goal of helping now grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her down. Rising and falling rapidly, her chest curved wantonly off the ground and against his.
She was a slender woman and he could have dominated her even without his supernatural power increases with his current build alone. With his Strength, the grip of his arms and the way he straddled her thighs totally confined her. No amount of struggle would have freed her. All she mustered in response to this total domination were yet more cries in the small breaks in John’s kiss.
John had been interested in her since the very first ti they had talked. This interest had grown both in absence and with each eting. Whether the prophecy ant him specifically or a man just like him, it was correct to discern that he would love her. Kissing her, introducing her to lust, both of them knowing what she would be part of, what he wanted from her, what she wanted to receive, it felt like two long separated pieces slotted together perfectly.
Drawing back from her sweet lips was so difficult, John didn’t manage it on the first try. He pulled back from her, saw the entirety of her needful expression, the lust reflected in her blind eyes, and was pulled right back down to her pale lips. Bundling her wrists together, John freed his right to grip her white-blonde hair.
The deep, throaty, almost screaming moan that echoed from Lorelei when he forced her head back was a sound completely unlike the ladylike grace with which she carried herself. Next, he placed his hand on her throat. Just a little bit of pressure made her hips rise as little as they could. More and more, he upped the strength, feeling all of the seer tremble under him.
Finally, he managed to rip himself away from the seductively soft lips. He rolled off her, sitting down by her side. “Stand,” he commanded her, before confusion could make her wonder why he distanced himself. Lorelei was close to hyperventilating from her excitent. As enjoyable as that was to see, the Gar couldn’t have her pass out this early. He grabbed her by the arm, after she had propped up her upper body. “Answer when I order you. Answer properly.”
“Y… y---” She swallowed heavily, then her panting continued. It took her almost a minute to get her breathing under control and form the two words John wanted to hear, “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl,” John said in a softer tone, still holding her arm until she had cald down a little bit further. “Your love will be a purple and golden man who ravishes you, hm? The proud purple of a king, certain in his mission, and the gold of an honest man, uniting what is selfish and what is selfless, that’s how you described my soul, right?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you want to know what it makes you that you kept your virginity in the hopes that I would one day take you however I want to?”
“Please, tell , Master,” Lorelei practically begged, and yelped, with pain and pleasure, when John used her braid to pull her against his chest. Her chin rested on his shoulder while he embraced her with irresistible strength. She trembled with anticipation. Was she fantasizing about verbal abuse, perhaps?
“A submissive dream girl,” he whispered to her instead, “and a perfect fit for my harem.” Then his voice turned loud and demanding again. “Now, stand!”
“Yes, Master!” Lorelei’s voice was incredibly eager and she hurried on her feet. Once she stood, she moaned loudly. The first ti she felt the reward for obedience almost made her sink back on her feet. The wish to please kept her standing. She folded her hands in front of her crotch.
“No,” he reprimanded her, “hands behind your ass.”
“Yes, Master.” Lorelei obeyed. Pulling back her shoulders emphasized her breasts, which now stretched the otherwise deliberately decent dress. They were of a decent size, bordering on large. Her barely cald breathing got louder again when John stood up to inspect her.
Many tis before, John had visually devoured her, but now he could do so completely at his own pace. There was no Moira or ongoing situation to interfere, nor did he need to hold back on his desire to touch her. He circled around her, marvelling at her curves. The dress sat tightly on her slender body, letting him appreciate her flat midriff and her butt. Since he had every right to do so, John grabbed the front of her skirt, tightening the fabric around her hips and letting him properly gauge her derriere.
There was so much more to her ass than the dress was willing to portray. She was hiding a proper bubble butt under there, deforming softly thanks to the wrinkles in his forceful treatnt of her clothing. A swift slap on her backside resulted in a confined jiggle and the lustful snapping for air that John so loved to hear.
The Gar let go of her dress and turned his attention to her face. This was the part of her he had studied the most so far. Still, he wanted to see more, if only to add to the current way he treated her – like an object for his desire. Hand on her chin, he turned her face left to right. The smooth, pale skin was covered with just a bit of sweat. The heat, in the environnt and between her legs, must have gotten to her.
“How much experience do you have with BDSM?” John asked, while marvelling at her beauty.
“None, Master,” she responded.
“None?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow. “Never read anything about it, never watched a video in the genre, never listened to an audiobook?”
“No, Master, I had no ti or interest in pornography. I knew I would find you.”
John could feel the hairs in his neck rise along a perverted shiver. He had at his hands the rare opportunity of not only deflowering a complete pervert but to initiate a natural submissive into the world of BDSM in its entirety. ‘Lady Gaia, you do bless this day,’ he sent a quick prayer to the fat bottod supre deity. “How about masturbation, did you ever do that?”
“Y-yes, Master,” Lorelei answered, a bit embarrassed. “Several tis a week, every day when I had ti.”
It was a bit of a disappointnt, but not unexpected. John still didn’t know Lorelei’s exact age, but she was older than Moira and likely sowhere in her mid-twenties. If she had never orgasd before him, that would have played further into his fantasies, but it was a bit much to ask. That she was still a virgin and would never have another man than him, at least if he did everything right, was already fulfilling. “What did you imagine?”
“This,” she swooned, “an experienced, strong man, a Master, commanding .”
“Have you ever seen a cock before?”
“Clothes are no barrier to my sight, Master,” Lorelei gave a sowhat expected answer.
“Give a hand,” he commanded her and was quickly offered her right. He guided her towards the rim of his pants and opened the button so she could more easily push under the belt. Without hesitation, she grabbed his semi-erect cock.
“It’s so hot,” she gasped. Any further comnts she had were silenced by him pressing down on her tongue with his thumb. Moans repeatedly escaped her while she rubbed John’s dick with her inexperienced hand. Even fumbling movents were enough to bring the Gar to full mast in this situation. Her audible excitent grew along with his cock and an almost disbelieving gasp escaped her when she stroked the entire length of his manhood.
He leaned in to kiss her again, replacing the thumb with his tongue. Groaning into her mouth, he encouraged her to keep stroking. He overemphasized when she brushed over the most sensitive areas. Swiftly, Lorelei learned to concentrate on the head. Soon her hand was covered in sticky precum. To not let her be the only one doing work, he reached for her breasts. Rather than the softness he expected, he was greeted by the dulling barrier of a bra. The simple touch still made the oversensitive seer gasp, but it wasn’t enough for him.
“Stop,” John commanded her, after breaking the kiss. For the first ti obeying an order slowly, Lorelei pulled her hand out of his pants. “Strip.”
“Yes, Master,” Lorelei gasped and reached under her right shoulder. A barely visible clasp there was undone with a little bit of deliberate pressure. Two more followed, a strand of cloth ca loose, and Lorelei’s dress unfurled as a long strip. When she hit her hips, the structure was so loose that her skirt simply fell to the ground.
“Those too,” John demanded, gesturing at her plain shoes, bra and panties. As much as he enjoyed the wet spot in the latter, they were so basic that they did nothing to his lingerie-accustod brain. All of it was left to pile on the ground, until the Gar threw them in his inventory. Then he returned to circling Lorelei and devouring the sight of her.
Her paleness was complete, with no parts of her, besides her flushed groin and face, being anything but a smooth, healthy white. There was barely any muscle to her, which, although John preferred a degree of athleticism, suited her. Neither her bubble butt, nor her long legs were suffering from the lack of muscles. Both were well proportioned for her figure, and her tits slumping a little bit without the bra looked a bit larger courtesy of how thin the rest of her was. A bit of pubic hair decorated the space above her quim.
“You’ll get rid of this later,” John ordered her, combing through the orderly kept bit of hair, notably darker than the white-blonde on her head. “There’s a mark that belongs there. We have everything you need at ho.”
“Yes, Master,” the seer agreed imdiately.
“Good girl,” John said, halfway around her, and gave her ass a proper smack.
“AAAH!” Lorelei scread, involuntarily taking half a step forward. Imdiately she returned to her position, struggling to get the response of her body under control. Visible waves still went through her, shifting her legs and midriff, when John delivered a less powerful slap to her tits. The pale pink, erect nipples cut through the air, while her chest swayed left to right from the impact and her trembling.
John cupped her boobs with both hands and kneaded. They were soft and firm. The left was just a tad larger than the right, nothing unusual, and John only really noticed it when he had them side by side. Pinching the nipples, he first twisted, then pulled, both caused her to gasp. “Hands above the head,” he ordered her.
“Yes, Master.” Fingers intertwined, she raised both arms, getting her limbs out of the way, while John finished up with her soft front and moved to her juicy back.
Grabbing her ass was utterly satisfying. The two spheres fit wonderfully in his hand, just large enough that he had ample to claw into. The left side was a lot hotter than the right, courtesy of the hand-shaped red mark that he had left on it. Loosening his grip let him shake her cheeks and witness their full softness. He stared over her shoulder, down at the jiggle. Half-embraced, Lorelei’s nose was buried in the depression of his shoulder. He could feel each excited inhale of his scent.
John could never have enough of manhandling a gorgeous woman’s ass, but he got satisfied enough to eventually step back and try sothing he had been wanting to do for a while. “I want you to keep standing for as long as you can,” he told her, without any magical weight to his words. “If you disappoint , you won’t get your dress back. If you really disappoint , you will have to follow naked on all fours after we’re done here.”
“M-master?!” Lorelei sounded just the slightest bit panicked, which made John grin. Either his dominant side made it so difficult to tell whether he was being serious or not, even for her, or she chose to not investigate too deeply to maintain the fantasy for herself. Either way, John was happy to have established ample motivation for her to remain upright.
Then he focused on her. Beyond the previous inspection, he turned her into the sole object of his desire and let that desire be the only thing he thought about. Imdiately, she began to squirm. Each passing second made it worse. Soon she was shifting her weight back and forth between her legs. Thighs, rubbing together, spread her pussy juice between them. It was stronger than any ti he had done it before, and this ti he did not stop.
John made her cum, not with his fingers, tongue, or dick, not even with his words or the taste of his seed, but with his presence alone. Lorelei shouted, her knees buckled, and she threatened to go down among the quivers of lust that took hold of her delightful form. Just barely, she saved herself before she fully collapsed, forcing herself to straighten up, only to sink down again with another intense spasm running through her.
Open and shut, her mouth moved continuously between gasps, moans, gulps and lustful sighs. The first orgasm ended, the aftershocks still plagued her, and the pleasure kept coming. Whenever she was on the border of collapse, a sliver of her incited a mont of panic that let her remain upright. The burst of energy was quickly exhausted and she went back to shaking. It was the world’s least coordinated and most erotic dance.
John decided to give her a ‘helping hand’ and grabbed her by the throat. The single arm provided a bit of stability, keeping her head level. Kinky as she was, the asphyxiation only worsened the rest of her situation, though. The second orgasm made her entire body rigid. Her face went completely blank, drool running down the corner of her wide-open mouth.
The entirety of her weight hung on John’s arm and so he let go. Lorelei didn’t realize that she was on the floor, until he grabbed her by her hair again. “Good enough,” he cald her quickly and pulled her towards his crotch. Her face got buried against his open zipper. Debauched breaths reverberated through his undergarnts.
“Thank you, Master.” Lorelei’s muffled response was ridden with the need for more.
John was more than willing to keep going at this pace. He had slowed it down for her virgin sake and to properly marvel at her previously hidden figure. Now the proper ravishing could begin. With a tap of a button, his clothes disappeared and Lorelei found herself face against cock for the first ti in her life.
Her intuition on what to do here failed her, but even without her instinctively delivering kisses to his balls, the sight of his dick across her face was satisfying to say the least. “Use your mouth,” he instructed her to get what he wanted. When her lips and tongue started to caress the base of his manhood, he humd approvingly. He considered asking for approval of what he wanted to do next. Then he rembered that this was supposed to be everything she wanted and what else she had gleefully taken so far. He could just rely on his intuition.
Her outstretched tongue slid up the underside of his shaft while he dragged her up to the glans. Upon tasting his precum, she let out a sweet, high-pitched cry. Then John reversed the direction of his manhandling. His cock slid into her mouth, then into her throat, and finally into the depth of it. Lorelei’s eyes widened, but she didn’t protest, nor did her gag reflex kick in at such an intensity that John felt like he imdiately had to pull back.
John buried the entirety of his cock inside her throat. Which, for a complete virgin, was a ludicrous accomplishnt. Yet, there she kneeled, eyelids fluttering, desperately trying to prevent herself from coughing. When he had retreated enough, she could no longer prevent it. A desperate breath, and she started to cough. John’s cock stayed connected to her face through strands of phlegm and precum. They sared over her chin, adding to the sweat that was steadily ruining her previously clean appearance.
Although her attempt to get the cough under control was valiant, John didn’t have the patience to wait until she was done. Without a word, he toppled her and once more got on top of her. The difference between now and the beginning of this engagent was that they were now naked and her thighs were parted this ti.
She was absolutely drenched and as ready as any virgin ever could be. John didn’t seek eye contact, instead relying on a gentle touch and his nature to convey both the lust and care he had for her. “Make yours, J-John,” she begged, wrapping her arms around his neck. She scread unashadly when he pushed inside her.
Unsurprisingly, there was no blood. The hyn must have broken years earlier. John preferred it this way. The virgin tightness of her folds was slowly and forcefully stretched by his advancing manhood. As much as he wanted to be inside her, he closely watched and listened to her reactions, slowing or stopping as she needed him to.
While his experience prevented him from inflicting any pain, his Perks sent Lorelei’s mind into a world of pleasure she could have never achieved on her own. Penetration accompanied by the careful caress of her clit, not to ntion the extensive prep-work, had her orgasm the mont he was fully sheathed inside her.
John only needed this confirmation of her ecstasy to imdiately start moving. Her clinging walls made it almost impossible to move and Lorelei’s moans made it clear that she wanted him to remain inside. The cry that followed when he thrusted back into her overpowered that sound manifold. Lorelei’s fingers clawed at his back when he fully bowed over her and pounded her as hard as she could take it.
He ravished her. Just as she had foretold and just as she had so clearly wanted since first guessing he could be the one, he left his mark on her mind and body. Over and over and over again, he plunged into her cunt, which soon enough was accustod to his size. The multi-orgasmic spasms that ran through her were the only obstacle when it ca to sliding in and out of her drenched pussy.
As many things as John wanted to do to her, he already knew how it ended when he deflowered a woman. Lorelei’s screams turned hoarse, her digging at his back weaker, and her expression glided further and further into mindless ecstasy, the kind of which could not be sustained by those new to the pleasures of being with the Gar.
Although the rest of her grew more and more exhausted, her legs managed to wrap around his hips and stay in place. Her pussy clenched. Her tits rippled with each and every impact against her groin. The clapping of flesh against flesh was now the loudest sound, as Lorelei’s screams were too tired to do justice to her ecstasy. Rolled up eyes and a twitching, lewd grin were all John needed as proof on that end. That and the continued quivering of her wet quim.
Finally, he slamd into her one final ti and unloaded. As his cum filled up the depths of her pussy, her eyes went wide with a last surge of energy. Spine curving, tits jiggling, tongue stretching, toes curling, she squirted all over their joined sexes. The pleasure of the mont continued. Like a rope slowly getting tensed, John felt his pleasure draw out. Each fresh spurt of seed he so eagerly filled her with added to the tension.
It snapped as the last load of cum went into Lorelei. While John cald down, the seer continued to spasm underneath him. An occasional gush of pussy juice accompanied her involuntary jerking. The Gar wasn’t sure how much of her thoughts were still there at the mont, only that he would get the chance to train her more in the future.
He would be her lover, prophecy or not.
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