Down Time Mission

Upon their arrival, Asagi's sharp gaze took in the defeated form of Ingrid slung over John's shoulder, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Take her to the holding cell," she ordered, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I'll handle the interrogation personally." John nodded, the weight of his victory and the burgeoning bond with Ingrid a potent **** within him. He handed her over to the waiting guards, watching as they secured her tightly, the demoness's eyes never leaving his, a silent promise of vengeance. As the guards disappeared with their prize, Asagi turned to him, her expression serious. "Remain on standby," she instructed. "We may need your... talents again soon." With that, she strode away, her footsteps echoing down the cobblestone path as she disappeared into the heart of the village.

John resumed his duties at Gosha Academy, the days slipping into a routine of teaching and training with the taimanin. He found solace in the familiar rhythm of the classroom, his mind occasionally wandering to the fiery red-haired demoness that now lay in their village's holding cell. The bond between them was a constant, pulsing presence, a reminder of the battle they had shared and the victory they had claimed. His lessons took on a new intensity, fueled by the knowledge that the power he wielded could be the key to turning the tide in the war against Edwin Black's demonic forces. In the quiet moments between classes, he would feel the occasional flicker of Ingrid's anger and humiliation, a stark contrast to the obedience she had shown in his arms. The anticipation of her eventual integration into their forces, a powerful ally turned by his cock, filled him with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The taimanin watched him with newfound respect, whispering of his exploits with Ingrid, and though he felt a twinge of guilt at their curiosity, he knew the importance of their mission. Each day, he waited for Asagi's summons, eager to learn the next step in their plan to bring the demon lord to his knees. Meanwhile, the bond with his taimanin grew stronger, their nights filled with passionate exchanges of power and pleasure, the promise of more battles and conquests to come a constant thrum in their veins.

As the days ticked by with no news from Asagi regarding Ingrid's interrogation, John grew increasingly restless. He knew that time was of the essence in their fight against Edwin Black, and every moment they weren't actively working to undermine the demon lord's power was a moment wasted. His thoughts often drifted to Minobe Enji, a promising young taimanin who had caught his eye during his time at Gosha Academy. He remembered her from the visual novels, her tragic tale of being manipulated by the treacherous Oboro, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility for her. The bond between them had been growing stronger, a subtle pulse of emotion and intent that resonated with him each time she was near. John resolved to be proactive and decided to confront her, to offer her the protection and guidance she so desperately needed to resist Oboro's vile grip.

The next day, after the last bell had rung and the students had dispersed, John called out to Minobe as she gathered her things, her eyes wide with surprise. "Minobe," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "I need you to stay behind." She approached him warily, her heart racing with fear of what he might know. Once the classroom was empty, he closed the door and turned to face her. "I know what's been happening," he began, his gaze piercing her soul. "I know about your sister and Oboro's orders." Minobe's eyes filled with tears, the weight of her secret suddenly too much to bear. "How?" she choked out. "It doesn't matter how," John responded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "What matters is that I'm going to help you get her back. But first, we need to ensure that your loyalty is unshakeable." He stepped closer, the power of his dominance palpable in the air. "You will be mine," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "You will submit to me, and together, we will bring her down." The bond between them grew stronger with each passing second, the air thick with the scent of desire and fear. She knew what he was asking, knew the price she would have to pay for his aid. But the thought of saving her sister, of ending the torment that had become her daily existence, was too tempting to resist. With a trembling nod, she agreed, her voice a whisper of surrender. "I'm yours".

"Then get on your knees and get my pants off," John ordered, his voice a mix of authority and hunger. Minobe, trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation, did as she was told, her eyes never leaving his. As she knelt before him, her gaze dropped to the bulge in his pants, her heart racing at the thought of what was to come. With shaking hands, she unbuckled his belt, the leather whispering against the fabric as she pulled it free. She tugged at his zipper, her breath hitching as she revealed the massive, pulsing organ beneath. It was even larger than she had imagined, a testament to the power that lay within him. The head of his cock emerged, the veins thick and prominent, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. With a gentle push, she guided the rest of his pants down, freeing the monstrous length that had claimed so many before her. It slapped down across her entire face, the heavy weight of it a stark reminder of her submission. She took a deep breath, the scent of his power and desire intoxicating, and leaned in, her mouth parting to accept the head of his cock. John's eyes closed in pleasure as she took him in, her lips wrapping around his girth, her tongue swirling against the sensitive skin. The bond between them grew stronger with each movement, the power of his dominance resonating through her as she pleasured him. He placed a hand on the back of her head, guiding her rhythm, as he began to fuck her face with slow, deliberate strokes, her eyes watering but never leaving his. The room was filled with the sounds of her muffled moans and his deep groans, the air thick with the electricity of their connection. He knew that with each pass of his cock over her tongue, each gag and whimper she uttered, she was becoming more and more his, a weapon to be wielded in the battle against the demons. And as she knelt before him, her cheeks hollowed and her eyes glazed with lust, he couldn't help but feel a dark satisfaction at the thought of her fighting beside him, her soul forever bound to his through the power of his cock.

With a sudden, firm yank, John pulled Minobe's head away from his cock, her saliva stringing between her lips and his glistening tip. He watched her gasp for air, her cheeks flushed and eyes watering, before he hoisted her up and sent her face-first onto the hard wood of his desk, the sound of her palms slapping the surface echoing in the otherwise quiet room. He stepped around to stand behind her, his cock still rock-hard and pulsing with the need to claim her fully. With a swift move, he grabbed the waistband of her uniform and tore her panties off, leaving her bare and exposed. He leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear. "Beg for it," he growled, his voice low and demanding. "Beg for the release that only your master can give you." He didn't wait for a response, instead plunging two fingers into her already-soaked pussy, her slickness making it easy for him to glide in and out. Her body tensed, and she bit down on the fabric of the desk to muffle her moans. The bond between them grew stronger with every rough stroke, the power of his dominance seeping into her very core. "Beg," he repeated, his voice a command that resonated through her body. "Beg to be claimed by me." Her breath hitched, and she finally found the words, her voice a **** whimper. "Please, John-sensei. Take me. Make me yours." The sound of her begging sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine, and with a savage grin, he pulled his fingers out of her tight pussy, replacing them with the head of his cock. He pushed in slowly, relishing the way she stretched around him, her body quivering with need. He whispered into her ear, his voice a dark promise. "You're mine now, Minobe." And with a powerful thrust, he claimed her, the desk creaking with the **** of his movements as he fucked her from behind, her legs spread wide and her body arching to meet him with every stroke. The room was alive with the sound of their joining, the bond between them solidifying with every moan and whimper that escaped her lips.

John's grip tightened on Minobe's hips as he drove into her with a fervor fueled by her betrayal and his need to assert his dominance. Each smack of his hand against her ass left a fiery red handprint, the sound echoing through the room as punishment for her daring to align with the enemy. Yet, as he claimed her, his voice took on a soothing tone, whispering sweet nothings into her ear that promised salvation. "You will never have to fear again, my dear," he murmured, his thrusts slowing to a more measured pace. "I will save your sister. I will keep you both safe, forever under my protection." He pulled out slightly, then slammed back in, the **** of his movements causing the desk to wobble precariously. Minobe's gasps turned to whimpers of pain and pleasure, the sting of his punishment mingling with the ecstasy of his possession. "Tell me," he demanded, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back, his cock buried deep inside her. "Tell me you're mine."

Minobe's eyes squeezed shut, her voice strained with emotion. "Y-yes," she panted. "I'm yours, John-sensei. I belong to you."

With that declaration, John's strokes grew more gentle, his touch tender as he continued to fuck her. "Good girl," he praised, his hand caressing the skin he had just reddened. "You will always be safe with me. I'll make sure of it." His words had brought her peace, and she knew that together, they could conquer any demon that dared to threaten their newfound happiness. The bond between them grew stronger, the power of his dominance wrapping around her like a warm embrace. He leaned down, his breath hot against her neck, and whispered the most precious promise of all. "I will always be here for you." And with that, he released within her, the warmth of his seed a symbol of his unwavering commitment to her protection and her place at his side.