Dominance, Lost!

The Mirror Maiden never got the chance to rebuild her constructs.

Aether moved behind her in one step, still hard, still riding the clean fire of the Name Bearer gift. Both hands slid under her elaborate top and closed around the heavy weight of her tits, kneading hard, thumbs dragging across the stiff nipples that had already peaked. At the same time one hand dropped between her legs, pressing firmly against the damp heat of her cunt through the tight fabric of her pants. She tried to twist away, to summon fresh hydro bindings, to reclaim the cold dignity she had started with — every attempt broke against the simple reality of his hands and the unwanted pulse of her own desire.

“Stop— you insect, you don’t—”

The protest dissolved into a sharp, involuntary gasp when he pinched both nipples and rubbed her clit through the cloth in the same motion. Her knees trembled. The next attempt at a command came out weaker, already half-moaned.

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(artist: Miyu)

Aether hooked his fingers into the waist of her tight pants and ripped them open with a single hard pull. The fabric tore down both seams. Cool dungeon air hit her bare ass and the soaked folds of her cunt. He shoved the ruined material further down her thighs and spoke against her ear, voice low and absolute.

“Spread yourself and beg for it. You lost control the second my cock hit your tongue. I’m going to show you what actual dominance looks like.”

She tried one last scrap of defiance — a sharp elbow, a half-formed hydro blade that fizzled before it could solidify, a hissed refusal that never quite became words. Aether’s forearm hooked around her throat from behind and squeezed, firm and precise, cutting her air just enough to make the point without real damage. The choke held until her body went pliant and a broken, needy sound escaped her.

When he eased the pressure she was shaking.Both of her hands moved back. She reached behind herself, gripped her own ass, and spread herself open for him — cheeks pulled apart, dripping cunt fully presented, the last of her resistance collapsing into silent, willing compliance.

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(artist: Miyu)
The Mirror Maiden who had pinned him and called him an insect now held herself open in the dark, waiting for the cock she had already failed to stay above.

Aether did not ease into it.

He gripped the Mirror Maiden’s hips, lined up, and drove into her soaked cunt in one hard thrust that forced her chest to the cold stone. She cried out — the sound raw and already stripped of authority.

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(artist: Miyu)
He fucked her against the floor without mercy, deep strokes that made her heavy tits scrape across the dust with every impact. When her arms tried to push up he simply planted a hand between her shoulder blades and kept her pinned while he used her.

He hauled her up by the hair next, forcing her onto her knees, back arched, and closed both hands around her throat from behind. His cock never left her. He choked her in time with the thrusts, watching her face in the nearest floating mirror as the reflection showed exactly what he expected: eyes rolled, mouth open, an ecstatic, broken expression that belonged to a woman who had already lost. The sight confirmed it. Whatever fight she had left was gone.

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(artist: Miyu)

He came deep inside her with a final hard grind, flooding her while her cunt spasmed around him, then pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her back. She just took his seed without complaint, instead answering the invading flood with a willing moan and shudder of her own.

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(artist: Miyu)
The mating press followed immediately — her knees shoved up to her chest, ankles near her ears, his full weight driving into her.

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(artist: Miyu)
The Mirror Maiden’s response was pure surrender. She reached for him, pulled his mouth to hers in a desperate, clumsy kiss, and locked her legs around his back to force him deeper still. Soft, delirious sounds spilled into the kiss every time he bottomed out. The dignified agent who had called him an insect was now a trembling, cum-filled toy chasing every thrust with open need.

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(artist: Miyu)

Aether felt the contrast land with quiet clarity.

The women of his pride had taken months of attention, refinement, and repeated claiming to reach the levels of responsive, trained hunger they now showed him. This Fatui operative — strong, disciplined, and completely outside his influence until tonight — had been reduced to the same state in minutes by the same techniques. The white fire over his skin pulsed once in recognition.

He did not slow down.

Twenty minutes after he first pushed into her, the Mirror Maiden’s eyes fluttered and rolled back. A final, full-body orgasm locked her limbs around him; her cunt clamped down in helpless waves, then went slack. She slumped unconscious on the dungeon floor, still twitching, cum leaking from her well-used hole in a thick, steady trickle.

Aether pulled out, wiped himself clean on a torn scrap of her ruined pants, and dressed in efficient silence. The silver ring for Rosaria sat safe in his inner pocket. The Mirror Maiden remained where he had left her — marked, filled, and thoroughly broken — as he stepped over her and started the climb back toward the surface without looking back at the pitifull agent.