“Did you rest well, Master?” asked the Dark Lord, who, true to her word, seed to have looked over while I was resting. She stood up and held out a hand, and I used it to get to my feet.
“I did,” I replied, yawning. Suddenly, a thought occurred to . “What’s your na,” I asked her.
“I’ve been locked up for such a long ti that I can’t seem to rember,” replied the Dark Lord. She looked down at her hands and brushed her fingers through her hair. Then she crouched and affectionately rubbed her black fur on her calves. “Mmm... It’s been ages since I’ve had a chance to stretch out like this. That fight from before didn’t count.”
"But you’re the Dark Lord of Tyranny?”
“Yes, that was the epithet given to upon my ascension. At so point, it replaced my na entirely,” said the Dark Lord. She stopped stretching and stared into my eyes. A small smile ford on her mouth. She looked at expectantly. It felt like the atmosphere was getting tiring, so I just got to the point.
“I didn’t free you for shits and giggles. You’ve nearly brought the world to ruin once before, right? I need you to do it again.”
The artificial sun-like object shimred off her silver eyes as she cracked a grin. It felt like I was looking at death incarnate with how her eyes seemingly glowed at the thought of slaughtering her enemies. “I can certainly do that.”
“Good. ruria and her shitty warriors need to die,” I said, feeling the anger swirling within my body. I hastily checked the dial that controlled my wrath. Since I didn’t really need it right now, I turned it down to 0. It didn’t like that at all, and a syrupy sweet voice tried to convince to leave it on. I just ignored it.
“I want nothing more than to help my savior. When I said I would follow you, I wasn’t lying. Master, should I use [Tyranny Control]?” said the Dark Lord.
“That’s that enslavent skill, right?” I shook my head. “Being my slave implies that you’d be weaker than , and I cannot allow that. I’m a 0-Star that won’t ever grow stronger. I need you to be a warrior that assists in assimilating my way to power. You hate the world as much as I do, so I don’t see why you’d refuse.”
“I value the chance to beco a follower of soone with such fury within their heart. For the sake of your revenge, however, [Tyranny Control] would only be a boon.”
“Explain,” I said.
“[Tyranny Control] will give you half of the SP I gain without subtracting it from . Your ‘curse’ will not transfer over,” the Dark Lord explained.
“What are you getting at?”
“It’s simple. The rules of chirism are as followed. If you co across a corpse, you may assimilate it if you are stronger than it. If not, then you must wait until you are. If you are fighting sothing stronger, you may assimilate the target once you have slain it. That is the key. If you kill it, you may prosper from its power. Monsters will not give you any, but you will grow stronger by taking their power and strength for yourself. Having access to my SP will allow you to devour stronger beings much earlier.”
“I see… Let ask you sothing. I’m made from those that imprisoned you. Will that be a problem?”
“You have their physical form, but that’s it. You fulfilled my desire for revenge against them when you dispersed their energy and killed their astral spirits. In the truest sense, they’re dead. It pleases to no end that I got the last laugh.”
I still had my apprehension about becoming her ‘master.’ I downright hated the idea of that because I was a slave to my parents and sister for so long, but my revenge? Was I so soft-hearted that I would falter before even stepping out of this fucking dungeon?
It’s all for your revenge… Just go through with it.
I turned and stared into her eyes. I didn’t know how to invoke [Tyranny Control], but she was willing to teach . First, there was an incantation. Then she needed so of my blood to draw the enslavent seal on her body. There wasn’t a specific location for it, but she decided on under her navel, but above her crotch. That sounded easy enough, so I lent her my index finger. She took it with both of her hands and put it near her mouth. She ntioned she had to break my skin, but I told her it was fine. She lubricated it, punctured it with her canines, and ekly apologized with a sad look.
She then chanted an incantation in an unknown language.
Error! [Scholar’s Tongue] cannot translate the Dark Lord of Tyranny’s speech.
Well, that was fine. It appeared to be doing sothing because there was a trail of energy being left behind within the blood as she maneuvered my bleeding finger around her skin. It felt...odd. Being used as a brush, I an. I never really cared about the arts or famous paintings, but there was sothing about the design she drew. It was located just imdiately under her belly button but above her crotch.
The Dark Lord saw the puzzlent and answered my unasked question.
“With [Tyranny Control], the design of the seal doesn't matter at all. The important thing is that the drawing represents your authority. If I had drawn a flower, it would have still worked out the sa way, but I wanted to make this special. The two guns represent what would have been your Soul Weapon. I figure it can be your symbol. The heart in the middle is just a way for to show you how grateful I am that you freed and killed Amos’s warriors. The location doesn’t matter, either. But... There is one more thing left to do,” she said.
“And that is?” I inquired as the ‘tattoo’ flashed a soft pink before solidifying into a dark red color. Why did she know my Soul Weapon would have been? Then again, she did summon like ruria. She probably gained that information from my soul, so I suppose it didn’t matter at all, really.
“[Tyranny Control] has two requirents. One is the conquering of the flesh, which is the seal I drew. The next is the conquering of the spirit. You can accomplish that in two ways, but the quickest is sex. In tis of passion, the spirit is said to beco malleable when you’re brought to the epito of pleasure.” The Dark Lord flashed a small smile and eliminated the distance between us with a single step. She caressed the gloves I had stolen from Reina and removed them. She asked to lift my arms, and I obliged. Her warm breath tickled my skin as the brown shirt ca up over my head. The Dark Lord tossed it down and removed my skirt, folding that and placing it with my shirt.
Slowly, she pulled the brown undergarnts down as the surprise on her face beca more and more evident. It was probably the sheer size and girth of my dick that shocked her the most, not the color.
My cock was bigger than her head, after all. And that was when I was flaccid. It seed I was broken at the core because I still hadn’t experienced pleasure. I didn’t know how large it could get when erect. As I lifted my legs for the Dark Lord to remove my underwear, her eyes were glued to my dick as it swayed inches from her face. She remained quiet and smiled, then placed my underwear aside.
Taking my hand, she led over to a spot of warm grass. Upon asking for permission, she started to touch my chest, not at all ignoring how uncomfortable I was with all of this. That damn beastfolk raped against my will, and here I was having sex—or trying to have sex—with an ancient Dark Lord that ca close to destroying the world.
But this uncomfortableness ca with a heavy reward. I focused all I could on my tits, trying to find pleasure when her light-gray thumbs danced around my nipples. She looked up into my eyes, then closed the distance and licked my neck, moaning. “Mmm... Your breasts are big and soft, Master. My hands are just sinking into them as if they were clouds.”
I sat there, enduring her fondling and mini kisses on my neck and cheek. Was this kind of talk ant to get excited? If so, it failed. I’d almost prefer it if she was silent because I couldn’t focus on anything but what that prostitute did to . The way she spoke so sweetly and acted so violently was honestly frightening.
Even killing the astral spirits of powerful Soul Warriors couldn’t erase that fear from my mind. In a way, I believed the Dark Lord knew that sothing odd was going on. She silently moved her head to my nipples and licked them, stopping for a mont and moving on to sucking them when I nodded. Her mouth was hot and moist.
But that was all it was.
Pleasure? Wasn’t I supposed to feel sothing? n and won had sensitive nipples, right? Will once said that won could orgasm from breast play alone, yet I was waiting for that sensation, yet nothing was happening.
The Dark Lord kneeled down after a few seconds, her tongue leaving a trail of her spit as her head moved closer and closer to my crotch. She stopped right above my pelvis and kissed my bare skin. Her hand gently brushed my shaft. Upon looking up and eting my gaze, it felt like her silver eyes were smiling when she attempted to wrap her fingers around my penis. It was just too girthy for her. She moved her hand as if she was asuring its weight. Then a tongue brushed its soft surface against my dangling testicles, leaving my penis to balance on her cheeks.
After thirty seconds of this, I still wasn’t reacting to it.
Perhaps she sensed that because the Dark Lord slowly moved her wet tongue up from my balls to the underside of my shaft. A moan escaped her lips when her unoccupied hand moved to her crotch. I slled sothing feminine, and I wondered if she was getting wet.
Really? Getting wet to ? I don’t understand.
I still didn’t feel anything at all. Even when this Dark Lord coated my entire cock in her warm spit, pulled back my foreskin, massaged the 'sensitive’ head with her soft palms, and played with my ass, there was just nothing. She had done almost everything I had seen in the porn videos I used to watch and nothing. I once thought there was sothing physically wrong with my body.
But now I knew that I was wrong.
It wasn’t that my body was broken…
It was … I had a new body, yet I was still incapable of pleasure. My soul was fractured and ruined, and it had been that way for a long ti.
What the fuck is wrong with ?
“Are you not enjoying it? Do you want to do sothing else?” she asked while stroking my shaft. She added a bit of a twist to her motions, then moaned as if her pleasure would sohow cause to feel sothing. Then again, she didn’t know I couldn’t get an erection.
Without [Tyranny Control], my ability to gain power was crippled... Without it, just how crippled would I be? Just how fast could an average Chira acquire power, and how would I rank against that? Would it be—
Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation cover the tip of my cock, and I looked down to see that she had taken part of it in her mouth. A wet tongue played with the tip, digging under my foreskin. At the sa ti, her hands continued to pump up and down my shaft while she stared up at . After about a minute, she took it deeper into her mouth, increasing her tongue’s wildly erratic movent. I could tell she was trying her hardest to give so semblance of pleasure. She even swallowed the whole seven inches! Her chin tickled my balls, and her nose brushed against my waist. It was obvious she couldn’t breathe. My dick was just too big for any air to get through.
But then her throat constricted even more, hugging my cock in such a grip that it almost started to hurt, and I felt she was running out of air. I tried to remove her mouth from my shaft, but her hands wrapped around my waist. She was pulling towards her, trying to get even more of my penis into her mouth like she wanted to swallow my entire crotch. Trying to walk backwards just pulled her along with , and walking forward made her fall on her ass. Either way, she was dragged along for the ride. Guttural noises erupted from her mouth while her frantic hands tapped my waist. And even then, this girl refused to take it out of her warm mouth. I had to get rough, physically removing her grip on my ass while grasping her head and pulling myself from her throat as if she was an object used for oral pleasure.
She gasped for air, sending out dozens of strands of saliva that fell from her mouth and nose, coating her rich breasts in sticky spit. The clear liquid drizzled down, eventually passing by the bloody seal on her stomach and down to her crotch. Her chest heaved, desperately trying to fill her lungs. “Was that not enough?” With her silver eyes red and raw, bordering on the edge of tears, she coughed a few tis, spitting out even more saliva.
“I don’t need you to choke yourself to death. In my old world...in my old body, I was never able to feel pleasure. Other than the warmness of your mouth, I didn’t feel anything,” I told her. Her eyes continued to stare at my cock, which dripped profusely with her spit.
“Master...” The Dark Lord shakily stood up and wiped her mouth, getting rid of all of the spittle. “No, I’m sorry. There are other ways to conquer my spirit. Do you want to rest a bit? Then we can try another way” She sounded a bit pleased that it wasn’t her skill. Was it her pride as a woman? Was it sothing else? I knew nothing of sex or love.
But fear? Terror? I was intimately familiar with them, and it looked like the Dark Lord had a hint of trepidation inside her eyes.
“Yeah. That sounds good,” I said. The Dark Lord grabbed my hand and led over to a tree. She sat with her legs stretched out. When I went to follow, she told to rest my head on her lap because it was softer.
A few seconds later, I was laying right there, with my head in her lap while my eyes stared at her breasts from below. Her face peeked down, giving a warming smile. She started to stroke my head.
Her touch forting. I know we just attempted to have sex, but this was the first ti soone had ever treated this way. It was full of sothing unknown and foreign, yet it was so incredibly pleasant and gentle.
When was the last ti I felt so safe?
Without being aware of it, I started to tell of my past.
“I really wanted to make sothing of my life, you know... In my old world, our future was decided for us after we take sothing called an aptitude test. You take it when you’re five, and you can repeat it once a year until you’re ten. When I was four, every day was spent with my head within a book. It ended up being useless because my results indicated I was a failure in every field. I thought there was a mistake, but there wasn’t. That night, my parents punished by withholding dinner. They even prevented from sleeping by threats of violence. A year of sleep deprivation later, I took it again after my sister had done hers. Of course, Mia had aced it, and her future was set. But ? I failed again, and this ti? My ‘father’ punched in the face. Three teeth ca loose, and my blood dirtied the floor. Mia demanded more punishnt because I had sullied the house she was to inherit. When she said she was satisfied, I had lost four more teeth.
“For the next few years? It was living hell.
“The abuse was bad, but it worsened the more I disappointed my family. My ‘father’ hit until his knuckles were bloody. My ‘mother’ focused on verbal threats and emotional pain, admitting that I was unlovable because I was a failure. One day, she followed through with her promises of abandonnt. Did they think I just woke up one day wanting to cause them trouble? Wanting to disappoint them? No, I didn’t. People aren’t born wanting to fail, but sowhere along the way, from the rejections, beatings, and abuse... I just...shut down. I tried... I really tried. I swear to God I tried to be the perfect son…
“And then I got summoned here. Deep down, I figured this could be my second chance, but I had a worthless soul... Threats of recycling hung over my head. Then I woke up with a beastfolk wanting to rape on orders from ruria, and I was just beaten and struck and abused once more... Then it turned out Quella and the others never had any faith in . And at the end, when asked if they wanted to die out of pity, they said no, but the bell that detected lies made noise... Why does the world want to see in pain? WHY DOES EVERYONE GIVE UP ON ?! WHY DO THEY WANT TO FAIL?!?!?!?!?”
Before I knew it, I was shouting, stretching my voice to the utmost limit.
“A failure? I wouldn’t call you that, Master,” said the Dark Lord. She touched a tender hand to my cheek, petting as if I was a dog having a nightmare. “Do you realize what you’ve accomplished? Your entire life was a painful hell, abandoned and betrayed by ruria and your classmates, cast into the void and scathed by the infinite winds, transford into a Chira, yet you're still here. It takes a strong person to endure that. You haven't given up your dream of getting revenge, and you even freed . I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. Master, there is no one else in the world like you. You are an irreplaceable existence, and soone I'm very thankful to have t."
Her words... They weren’t filled with hate or disgust, and they carried no ill-intent. They contained...kindness? What... What was I feeling? An unknown emotion swelled into my heart, and an odd feeling assaulted my eyes.
How could soone I’ve known for an hour make feel like this? Where was the abuse? The punches? The barbed words of abandonnt because I couldn’t finish this damn ritual? The castigation of my virility because I couldn’t fuck you? Why…aren’t you hitting ?
Why aren’t you calling a waste of sperm?
Why aren’t you slamming my head against the ground?
Why...
My heart felt like it was finally venting the grief it’d kept hidden all these years. Even still, warm water refused to flow from my eyes. I couldn’t cry, and I didn’t know why. But that didn’t stop a soft murmur from escaping my lips and it quickly grew to a tearful moan. Without warning, I sat up and threw my arms around the Dark Lord, shouting into her chest.
She leaned back a little and kept stroking my hair. “Let it all out, Master...” she whispered, kissing the top of my head. It didn’t take long for to fall asleep in her loving embrace.
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