Emilia Ness, phase 3: To prove superiority

Her hand got around the tip of my dick. It twitched involuntarily, wave of pleasure sent through my body. Emilia smiled, seeing my reaction.

"I am the best. I'll prove it." She said, stroking the tip a bit. Holy shit. Her hand was very soft.

I didn't respond, instead letting her do as she pleased. There was something about how, why she did it, that made me think. Could it be that she wasn't exactly as I saw her before? Was she changed because of the Rulebook? Or, perhaps, there was something to her that I didn't know of?

She moved her hand a little, beginning to strike my length. Her eyes widened when she reached all the way to the base and felt my balls.

"Holy..." She said. "How does it feel, John?" She asked, but I could tell from her tone that she wasn't interested in knowing my answer. "How does it feel being jerked off by a perfection?"

Whoa whoa whoa... 'perfection'? Was she a narcissist or something?

"I'm better than Mary." She declared, beginning to suck my cock a little.

...wait, what? Perfection, better than Mary, 'I'm the best'... Did Emilia have some kind of an inferiority complex she needed to make up for? I wasn't sure. It was still too early to tell.

Emilia kept on sucking me for some seconds, trying to get more and more of my dick in her mouth. Not gonna lie, she had a lot of spirit to do it. I quickly undid my shirt and tossed it aside, and bent over to get rid of my pants as well.

Soon enough, I decided that it's been enough. Blowjob was fun and all, but I wanted something more. I decided to erupt a little in her mouth. Emilia gobbled up every last drop, and swallowed the entire load like her life depended on it. Holy shit, what was up with her?

"Brace yourself, pervert." She got up, and stepped over my legs, my dick resting on her stomach. Slowly, she got hold of it and lined it up with her dripping pussy. "I'll show you stars."

What? What was with her speech? Was she... a little tilted under the roof? Again, too early to say.

She lowered herself from her tip-toes, and my dick entered her cunt. Holy shit, the tightness! I know my dick was gargantuan, but she was almost as tight as Britney's asshole. Still, there was no hymen, so she obviously has had sex before. What did it mean? Oh well, who cared.

She took about half the length in before she moaned with pain.

"Shit shit shit..." She started pulling out a bit. "That's too much..." Still, there was something in her eyes that showed clear disappointment.

Wait... I think I got it. She wanted to be the best. And I'm 100% sure Mary told her about the sex escapade we had. So... she wanted to prove that she was better than Mary... at sex. Could it be it?

"You know." I said with cocky smile. "Mary took almost entire length in."

"I-I know!" There was a shake in her voice as she started lowering herself again. Still, roughly 8 inches was all she could take in before her face contorted a bit.

To be honest, she was already taking more than Mary due to increased thickness of my shaft. But I didn't intend on telling her that. She wanted to be a diehard, sure. I would help her get there. For a slut with an astronomical ass, she deserved to take the entire length in.

Still, she wasn't as large as Olivia, so this could be a little... unfair. I decided to shrink my cock while she was pulling out again, bringing it to barely 13 inches tall and 2,5 wide. Yeah, she could take this now.

Emilia lowered herself again, and this time, she took in 10 inches and moaned loudly.

"FAAAEEEN!!!" She screamed, and I felt her hips buckling a little. Was she having an orgasm now?

"Come on, slut!" I got hold of her hips. "Take it ALL in!" I slammed my hips upwards whilst bringing my hands down.

Emilia's eyes shot wide open, and her mouth opened, her unable to squeeze a word out. In fact, she reminded me of Olivia in that moment. But soon, she shook again and screamed.

"FUUUUCK! FUUUUCK!" Whether it was pain or pleasure, I wasn't sure, but I knew she was into it, her hips rocking up and down a bit. "YEEEEES!"

She started riding me cowgirl style, and her moans died off a little. Her initial shock was taken over by lust she was feeling. I felt her ass slam onto me time after time again, and honestly, it felt godly. No man would resist her for long, and honestly, I wasn't going to try, either.

"I'm gonna cum!" I announced to her.

"W-What?! N-No, not-" But it was too late.

I pumped into her, and felt her body shiver. She must've orgasmed at the same time as me, because I felt her body become a little limp, as she was sliding downwards on my dick until it was all in.

"I-Idiot!" She made a little distance from my face and spat an insult at me. "I'm not on a p-pill!"

"Don't worry about it." I replied, kissing her neck. "Just focus on pleasing your master, whore."

"M-Master?! Don't you think too highly of yourself?!" She seemed a little agitated, but I didn't care.

"Okay, I'll prove to you I'm your Lord." I smiled, and got up, holding her.

She seemed taken aback by my gesture, hugging me tightly so as not to fall. I walked over to the nearest desk not taken over by chess, and placed her down. Then, I turned her around (and surprisingly, there was no resistance from her), and I lifted her to a full-Nelson position.

"I'm your master, you cumdump!" I said into her ear loudly, slamming my entire length in and making it a tiny bit bigger. "I own your ass, you hear me?" I licked her ear a little, and felt the heat beaming from her face. She wasn't admitting it, but she found it sexy. Or maybe she was extremely embarrassed? I didn't give a shit. "You are here to please me, you understand?"

"F-Fuck you, John!" She almost barked back. "L-Like I'd ever call and i-idiot like you 'Master'! F-FAAAEN!" She screamed again as I brought her to a climax.

Oh, I got it. She was a tsundere. Oh, this was going to be fun.

We switched our position a few times, and every single time we did, I asked her a simple question.

"Who is your master?"

Every time she answered something else than 'You' or 'John Doe', I made a little bit of distance from her and struck her with a bit of aphrodisiac. I was in control. If she wanted a release, she needed to admit I had her.

We fucked for over 20 minutes before her attitude started changing.

"Who is your master?"

"You, you idiot! You're my Lord!" She barked at me with anger. Okay, we were getting there, but she needed a bit more training.

"Wrong answer." I smiled. And this time, I shot twice as much aphrodisiac. I saw as she squirmed on the desk, unable to contain her pleasure, but also not capable of release.

"P-Please! M-Master John!" She pleaded, and I only listened after a few seconds.

Okay, we got it done quickly. After that, it only took 2 more tries for her to tell me exactly what I wanted.

"Who owns you, Emilia?!"

"You do, master John! I'm a cumslut for you!" She shouted, and there was basically only lust in her voice. No more anger.

"Good answer." I replied, and slammed into her.

"YEEEESSS!" She got hit by a spasm of pleasure. "Fuck me, master!"

Okay, I got my confirmation. Emilia was now claimed. So... fuck fest ensued. I made sure to make it short. She came for like 6 or so times before I felt her becoming limp all around. She stopped riding me as vigrously, and **** me to take over the leading role. Honestly, not that I minded.

After 35 minutes from when we begun our session, I came for the final time in her mouth. Emilia gobbled all the cum again. Honestly, she was a slut for cum even before I came her, and that was good to see. Still, she was visibly tired from the whole act. She lied back on a desk.

"Holy fuck, John." She said. "Amazing."

"Yeah, it was great." I replied, unsure what to say. Honestly, after-sex talk was something I was going with for the first time.

"I'm the best girl you'll ever have." She declared.

"...what?"

"I'm better fuck than Mary, right?" Emilia looked... anticipating? What? I didn't understand that. Just why?

"What is this about? What does it matter?"

"Well, I need a position in your harem, don't I?"

"Harem?"

"Don't play dumb. You already have Mary and Britney. The three of us already make a harem, don't we? And I'm sure you'll get more women."

"..." Okay... she got wind of the news from Mary, I presume. "And you're alright with that?"

"You're smart, strong... who wouldn't want you, master John?" Emilia traced a finger across my chest. She seemed... different from her usual self. More coy, in a way.

"I... I thought you hated my guts."

"I hate guts of guys who have nothing to offer." She replied. "But you..." She got hold of my dick. "Got much more than enough for me. I'm yours now, and you are mine, Lord John."

This was... good? I wasn't exactly sure.

"So." She said. "If I'm in your harem, I should be getting a position, no? I'm a better fuck than Mary, after all."

Alright, I'll admit that she had a point there. She WAS a better fuck than Mary. Problem was, I wasn't going to give Mary's position to anyone else. Still...

"I still need to think about it. I don't know what structure I'll be making." I gave her a half-assed answer. Honestly, I wasn't sure what to do with Emilia. She was amazing compared to Mary, but Olivia and Sarah were beyond her in terms of sex. As it went for the body, I enjoyed well-endowed women, but Emilia wasn't the only one who had assets. No, this was going to be a truly difficult decision.

"...Alright then." Emilia replied, lifting herself from her position. Then, she got hold of a pen from her backpack and wrote something on a piece of paper. "Here's my number, John. Let's meet up later."

And then, she quickly dressed up and went out of the classroom, leaving me alone with my thought.

Holy shit, this was weird. I needed to wind down a bit.

[A/N: I have no idea what I'm doing with this. I'll probably rewrite this chapter.]