Love? Devotion? Worship?

She looked at you like you were everything she ever needed to see again. A smile crept onto her face while a tear welled up in her eye, a hitch in her breathing, and then she revealed her beautiful smile and teeth simultaneously. She looks happy beyond measure, and you're almost sure it is all directed at you; you're all she ever needs or wants anymore. She tentatively reached a hand out towards you, like she was afraid to touch you lest you disappeared, yet she kept going until you stuck your hand to meet hers; she jumped at the contact.

"I love you." Wait; what? 'I'm sorry?' She smiled even wider while gripping your hand more tightly; she hopped off the couch and kneeled before you all while pouring her whole heart out to you. "It was you, my lord; it was always you. I feel like I've waited for something... someone my entire life, and now I'm no longer waiting. I found perfection incarnate. Command and I obey my lord. Demand of your servant! I do not wish to displease my lord with such a forward nature, but my servitude to you is my everything!" Woah, okay, honestly, you were not expecting that in the slightest. Well, shit, you're not sure what exactly you should do now; you weren't planning for this to actually work. 'Why do you want to serve me? You were coming over shortly ago to get a hairdryer.' Her free hand drifts to the Binder and grazes it reverently, and then regains her focus on you. "The crown showed me... I'm not sure, my lord. It showed me everything; the universe at its beginning and end with every moment in between, all in the blink of an eye. In every moment, in every second of every minute of every hour, you were there. You were... no, are the center of the universe, the constant of everything. You are my everything, and I'll dedicate my every waking moment to proving such."

That became a lot deeper than you were expecting; this was the last straw. You've been struck on every accord with this so told power you're destined to; you've got a universe to dominate. However, you're thinking of something else just as enticing right now to dominate before getting to the world-conquering business. The smell that was driving you wild finally begins to sink in on you now that you're relaxed and face-to-face with her; she's your first of many and will be the one to accompany your ownership of the planet and beyond. Now though you crave her and her touch, you want to mark her as yours in every way that matters now, let's hope the biological upgrade to your system was thoughtful of all parts.

'_Delaine, my first duty to you is to service me. Fully.' _Your hand passes over the crotch as you say this, and without so much as a breath, she presses her face to it while keeping eye contact. "It would be my honor." With that, her breath begins to deepen, her eyes half lid, and she bites down on your zipper and pulls it down. She simultaneously unbuttons your pants, hooks her fingers into your pockets, and pulls your pants off. You step out of each leg with her help even while her eyes never leave yours, her face is now pressed against your unbearably hard cock to which she hotly breathes on through your underwear. "May I, my lord?" With an imperceptible nod, she pulls your underwear all the way down and moves her head just right to avoid being struck by your cock, which looks more akin to a thick pole but her eyes worship it nonetheless. With no ceremony, she took it in both her hands and engulfed the tip with her mouth, and began to lightly suck while pumping the considerable length of your cock.

As her hands started to pick up speed her mouth descended farther and farther onto your cock until you could feel the back of her throat with her only a little more than halfway. Without so much as a gag, she began to twist and pump your cock while bobbing vigorously, her eyes now back to meeting yours. With only a single tear and an endless amount of devotion in her eyes, she forces herself farther down. Your heart now is racing in your chest and you can feel a vicious amount of energy ripping across your body, it feels achingly pleasurable yet you're yearning to use it. In a flash, you grab the back of her head and grip her hair in your hands all while pulling her onto your cock, all the way. As your cock disappears all the way into her wanting throat you and her moan loudly as if both of your pleasures are linked. Sinking into the energetic feeling you begin to face fuck your first ****, god, _slave. _Just thinking of word makes that same feeling ripple across your skin, this ownership thing is already growing on you. Now with a steady rhythm, you fuck her wanting mouth happily as the living room which held your transformation now is filled with the sloppy sound of your cock sliding in her mouth, her sucking, and your balls slapping on her chin. In a final thrust, you push as far in as you can go and she grabs your ass to pull herself to take as much of you as she can.

Just as her throat begins to ripple around your cock you pull her off to which she gasps a large lungful of air and lets out a small giggle before breathing more. You want to wreck her. Now. '_Up ****. All of it off.' _An ear to ear smiling graces her faces, making her seem almost angelic as if angels often had running makeup and spittle covering their face. She pulls and tosses off her top, and then with one-handed takes her bra off to which the other unbuttons her pants. Turning around she shuffles quickly out of her pants and underwear equally, a sight that shows off every huggable curve she has. As she pulls both down her wet scent hits your nose, thanks to what you can imagine is your sensitive sense of smell, and the scent drives you wild instantly. You push her straight onto the couch and with one hand scoop her wrists up and pin them to her back. With one hand holding her arms down and the other now pushing her head into the cushion you line your raging cock up to her soaking wet pussy and grind against it before nearly bottoming out in her in one thrust. The gutteral moan you both vocalize is animalstic and loud, and is accompanied by more as you begin to start your thrusting. You lean forward and push yourself in farther, both of your moans become more primal as you bite her neck and pick up speed. With every thrust her sopping wet pussy grips you with crushing tightness, it feels as if it welcomes your cock and is begging for more, and more you shall give.

In a few swift motions you pull out of her, pull her up, sit on the coach and pull her onto your lap to get back into her. Now with a wild look in her eyes Delaine smiles grandly and kisses you with an ungodly passion while rubbing her pussy along the length of your cock. You pull back, wrap an arm around her torso and wrap a hand around her throat and squeeze. Her breath hitches as you sqeeze and push her back and forth across your cock, and something in the background on your mind scratches at you. You lift her with your wrapped arm and guide and then bury yourself fully inside of her in one move. As you cut off more bloodflow from her head you begin to fell the itch in your mind grow sharper and sharper, but when you relax your grip it lessens. You think part of your mind is monitoring her health with what you assume is your now permanent mental connection. Neat. Now without worry your ****'s health, you grip harder and vent out your new pent up energy by brutally fucking her as hard as you can. You pull her up and down while thrusting your hips as fast and hard as you can; pushing both your body along with hers to their limit. After a point that you begin to feel a pang of exhaustion you find Delaine is simply groaning and giggling as she lays against you throughout your endless abusement of her. You've had your fill of her flesh, and with that you pick up speed momentarily before you drop her all the way down and dump as much seed into her waiting pussy as you can. That last push triggers Delaine's final orgasm out of the many she had over the course of your use of her. You both pant heavily but Delaine does it asleep, her energy drained extensively yet not yours.

That rippling electricity that danced across your skin earlier has now abated; oddly enough Delaine's skin feels the same like yours did. Maybe you passed it on, something to look into later. For now you simply want to stroke her hair and bask in the beginning of your reign, a campaign of conquering that you were born for. All those that oppose you will kneel, and worship the ground you walk on. You shift and feel your foot graze the Binder on the ground, it must've fallen off her during the bout of fucking. You can already feel that need to use it again, even though this time was completely on accident. Hmm, another thing to think on.

Wait. Is Prime done with food? She's been quiet, though you're not really sure if she usually is.