Making You Mine

Mary found herself next to Ellen in an alley. Mary turned to Ellen, “Where are we?” She looked around and couldn't tell because of the tall buildings on either side.

“New York. West end of Manhattan, specifically. We are going to see the Philharmonic Orchestra. Now change to Mark, I want to show you off.”

Mary obliged, shooting up above Ellen. Mark replied, “I don't mind really, but showing me off to whom?”

“Plenty of people. Most are acquaintances; there's also the paparazzi. I'm not sure who all will be in the patron’s lounge.”

“I see.” Mark looked down at his body. “Will I even fit in the seats?”

Ellen let out a hearty laugh as she wrapped her arms around one of Mark's. “Maybe not if we were on the floor. I have reserved private seats.” Mark raised an eyebrow, “That's what happens when you donate a quarter million to the orchestra, yearly.” Mark’s eyebrows climbed even further. Ellen shook her head, “You forgot that I’m rich, didn’t you?”

“I’ll admit, yeah… I actually did.”

Ellen snorted. “I’m actually sort of glad. I think that my dad thought you would assume you were entitled to my money, which is why he got touchy about how you were planning on providing for us.”

“I’m willing to bet that is at least part of the reason you and Sadie were originally slated as additions.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, let's be real, you aren’t the most natural choice to add to my harem. Your connection to me is a lot looser than everyone else. Everyone else I had actually met in person before, even if briefly. I didn’t even meet you at a convention, screening, or anything like that. It also isn’t uncommon for hosts to add someone to the harem as effectively a sugar momma, to bankroll the harem. Assuming that the Master isn’t financially independent already.”

“You really think that Cassandra picked me just to be a piggy bank?”

“No. Not just to be a piggy bank. Probably because she thought you were the most compatible option that fulfills that role. Because let’s be honest, if in an alternate reality, I could land you, I probably landed a few other actresses in other alternate realities, too. She could have picked any of you. You were just the best fit for what she wanted.”

“Hmmm… I don’t know if that makes me happy or annoyed.”

“Both. I feel like the answer should be both.”

Ellen laughed, “Yeah, both is probably right.”

The two walked into the music hall, arm in arm. Ellen led Mark up a side staircase. He noticed a lot of eyes on them. With plenty of people taking his and Ellen’s picture. He started to feel anxious and began taking deep breaths. Ellen put her other hand on his shoulder. “It will be okay, Mark. Take some calming breaths. Just ignore the cameras, for now. There won’t be any when we get to the lounge.” Mark was having significant difficulty ignoring the flashing lights, but kept moving, only pausing when Ellen ran into someone she recognized. She would exchange pleasantries and introduce Mark. He would shake hands when offered, and Ellen did enough talking for both of them. Things eased slightly when they got to the patron’s lounge and the cameras disappeared. Ellen plucked two glasses of champagne from a nearby tray and handed one to Mark. “You’re doing great, dear.”

A stunning honey-blonde woman that Mark vaguely recognized came up to them and said, “Ellen, it’s so good to see you again. Who is this?” The blonde woman eyed Mark up and down. “I didn’t realize they made guys this chiseled. Wherever did you find him?”

Ellen smiled back and gave the woman a hug. “Emma, it’s great to see you too. This is Mark. As for where I found him…” Ellen glanced over her shoulder and eyed him just like Emma had, and gave him a sly smirk. She mirthfully said, “I found him on an interdimensional reality dating show.”

Seriously? She’s just going with the truth?

Emma playfully shoved Ellen’s shoulder, “Oh, please. I know you would never do a dating show. Plus, you’re working on Beauty and the Beast. No way you have time for a dating show. Seriously, where did you meet him?”

“Why? Hoping that he has a brother?”

“Yes, actually.”

Mark decided to cut that line of questioning off immediately. “Sorry, but they're both married. Also not nearly as blessed in the looks or brains department.”

Emma extended a hand to Mark, which he gently shook. “So, Mark, what do you do? I feel like if you worked in the industry, I’d have heard of someone of your… talents.”

“Data science.”

“Uh-huh… and how exactly did you and Ellen here cross paths?”

Mark started to panic and little and froze for just a moment while looking away, and botched his answer with nervousness in his voice. “An interdimensional reality dating show, just like Ellen said.”

Emma pouted and turned to Ellen. “Ellen sweetie, do you have a type for the big dumb ones? Tell me he is at least nice, unlike Chad.”

Ellen scowled, “Don’t talk to me about that… that…” Ellen was huffing.

“I know. I know, sorry I shouldn’t have brought him up.” Emma said placatingly.

“Also, don’t speak about Mark like that,” Ellen said, offendedly, which caused Emma to raise her eyebrows at the force behind Ellen’s words. Ellen took a deep breath. “Sorry, Emma, but Mark isn’t dumb. He has a Master’s degree in data science, like he said. He is quite intelligent and reads a lot, too. He’s just not good with crowds. Hence why this is the first time I brought him out and about. I figured this would be a quieter event than, say, an award show or a movie opening.”

“Oh? Thinking about taking him to the opening of Beauty and the Beast. Honestly, that would be a phenomenal publicity stunt, though everyone will be asking why he wasn’t playing the beast instead of your co-star. He certainly would fit the part.”

“I… I don’t think that would have gone over well. I… I don’t handle public speaking very well, and I’m not the best at lots of people.” Mark said, genuinely feeling a bit overwhelmed, but not quite panicking, at least yet. “Dear, would it be possible to find our seats?”

Ellen looked at Mark’s champagne glass and noticed it was empty, then she noticed that there was a second empty glass on the table next to them. When did he grab a second one, let alone finish either of them? “Of course, Emma, if you'll excuse us, maybe we can catch you after the performance.”

“Of course.” Emma gave them both a wide smile and hugged Ellen again. “Feel better, Mark. Hopefully, the performance will be soothing for you.”

Ellen quickly led Mark to their seats in a private box for the evening. As soon as they were seated, Ellen asked, “Are you okay? Seriously, don’t fake it on my account.”

“No. No I’m not.” Mark had shut his eyes and gently covered his ears with his hands.

“If we need to leave, to prevent you from having a panic attack, tell me, and we will be gone like that.” Ellen snapped her fingers.

“I think I’ll be okay as long as I don’t have to face more crowds or worry about interacting with people I don’t really know. I’m really not good with that. Thank you, by the way. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you very deliberately kept as much attention from settling on me as you could. I probably would have had a panic attack if not for that.”

“Are crowds really that bad for you?”

“Ellen, it isn’t crowds that are a problem. I’ve gone to comic-cons and LARP events with hundreds, if not thousands, of people present. Amusement parks and Ren faires, too. Those are usually just fine. Occasionally, they get a little overwhelming, and I need a short break, but typically, they are fine. I don’t like being the center of attention. Do you remember the first day of the show?”

“Sort of hard to forget… why?”

“I was told you all got memories of each others’ introductions. Did that just include their words or more?”

“I was sort of like we were watching from… I guess from the audience’s perspective.”

“So you could see how I was acting during Allie’s, Merida’s, and Talia’s introductions?”

“Yeah… I think I remember you holding your head between your hands while hunched over… Wait, were you having an anxiety attack?”

Mark nodded, “If not for Allie’s help, I probably would have had a full-blown panic attack and broken down then and there. If you remember, I sort of ran off at the first available opportunity. If Flora hadn’t come to find me, I probably would have spent some time having that panic attack and crying in an alleyway alone.”

“Why?” Ellen saw Mark’s confusion at her question. “Why were you panicking?”

“Ellen, how would you feel if you suddenly realized that the lives of nine other people were in your hands. One of whom you love dearly. You have to remember, I knew what happens on this show. I’ve read of Eliminations worse than Astrid’s.” Mark then looked down, ashamed. “I realized then that… that I actually voted in polls for the transformations. Sometimes deliberately for more twisted or punishing transformations because it felt good in a story to see a contestant I didn’t care for be punished.”

“Mark… you didn’t know.” Ellen said, trying to placate him. Ellen placed a hand gently on his back and stroked it, in a calming gesture.

“Yeah… It’s just each time the TFs come up… I think about what I would likely have voted for if I weren’t living this. If instead I were an audience member. At Andy’s party… I voted in transformation polls for a lot of the guests. Not Laura’s and Harper’s seasons but the rest of them…”

“Oh… I… do you think Cassandra knew? Never mind, stupid question. I thought she was joking with that comment before the party.”

Mark shook his head, “No, she wasn’t.”

Ellen wrapped Mark in a firm hug while pulling his head into her shoulder. “I didn’t realize. That must have been stressful, but I still say that you aren’t responsible. You didn’t know. You thought it was a work of fiction. How could you have known magic was real and your actions had consequences? Don’t beat yourself up over that. From the way Cassandra talks, there are people who actively watch this happen. They know this is real. Those people can go fuck themselves. The fact that you feel guilty for actions you took in ignorance shows you aren’t like those people. You wouldn’t watch this if you knew it was real.” Ellen pushed Mark back and held his shoulders firmly in her hands. “Now, will you be okay, or do you need to increase my bust size some to feel better?”

Mark furrowed his brow in confusion, which turned into total bewilderment. “Wait… how come no one has acted oddly about your breast size?”

Ellen rolled her eyes. “Of course, that is what you took from my offer. I had Cassandra include a reality adjustment that covers the date for me. I’m glad you aren’t panicking, though.”

“Thanks for helping me calm down a bit.”

“No problem, you big lug.” Ellen wrapped her arms around Mark. “Please let me know how you are doing at the end of the performance.”

Mark nodded and leaned back in his seat as Ellen rested her head against his shoulder. Shortly afterwards, the performance started. Trumpets began playing, followed by the rest of the orchestra. Mark tilted his head to one side and whispered to Ellen, “Why do I recognize this?”

“Here’s the setlist,” Ellen said in a hushed tone. “I thought you would like this.”

Mark read the top: ‘The New York Philharmonic Orchestra Presents: The Music of John Williams’. Mark grinned, looking at Ellen. Ellen gave him a silent chuckle when she pointed to a private box across from them. Mark squinted where she was pointing and saw an older gentleman with a white beard. It took him a moment, but as the first song came to an end, realization hit him, and he turned to Ellen, and he mouthed, ‘NO WAY’. “Ellen, is that really John Williams?”

“Yep. Want to meet him?”

“You’re joking, right?”

“Nope.”

“Of course I want to meet him.”

“After the show. Now enjoy the Harry Potter music. I just wish I had gotten a role in it, instead of Emma.”

“Wait… earlier… was that?”

“Yeah.”

“Well fuck me sideways.”

“Shhhhh! Also, language!” Ellen said in a disapproving hush. Then slightly playfully, “And maybe later… if you’re good.”

Mark smiled and then shut his eyes to enjoy the music, without distractions. Ellen slipped her hand into his. Ellen kept her eyes on Mark, watching as he bobbed his head along with the music, as he clearly started to relive some of his favorite movies. She watched as the worries and stress seemed to melt off of him.

During a song Mark didn’t recognize too well, he took his hand out of Ellen’s and slid his arm around her shoulders, leaning into her. “Thank you. This is wonderful.” Ellen just squeezed his leg in response.

As the performance ended, with ‘Flying’ from E.T., Mark prepared to get up, until he heard the orchestra start an encore of ‘The Imperial March’, causing him to plant his butt back into his seat. Ellen heard him gently humming along. When it finished, the audience gave a standing ovation that Mark happily joined. It lasted a solid two minutes before people started to trickle out of the theater. Ellen said, “So, ho—”

Mark's lips found Ellen’s, and he held her face in her hands. It was gentle and intimate. When they broke the kiss, Mark said, “I loved this, and I love you. I needed this. I didn’t know how much. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, and I love you too. Now would you like to meet John Williams?”

+1 VP Emotionally connect with and reassure the master
+2 VP Love Confession

Mark considered it for a moment. “As much as I’d like to… not if it means being in a crowded room.”

“Are you doing okay?”

“Right now, yes. I don’t want to ruin this feeling either. Top ten romantic experiences of my life.”

“Only top ten?” Ellen asked, teasing Mark.

“I’m sorry, but the competition is fierce now, you know that.”

“Hmm… I suppose that’s true. Hard to compete with getting married, going to space, or riding a dragon. I’ll take top ten with pride then. Ready to move on to the next part of our date?”

“I’d like that.”

Ellen snapped her fingers, and they vanished.

---

Mark was surprised to find himself in Ellen’s Library. “What are we doing here?”

“Yesterday, while exploring this place, I realized something. You haven’t really had the chance to. You’re always so busy. This place, though… It’s ours.” Ellen took Mark’s arm and gently guided him deeper into the library. “I figured it would be nice to show off the library. Plus… I found something intriguing in here.”

Mark looked at Ellen curiously, but seeing that she wasn’t going to elaborate, walked along with her in a companionable silence. Mark heard the occasional sound of a book moving, but paid it no mind as Ellen didn’t seem interested. He took in the smell of ink and paper that permeated the air. Looking around, he noticed that all the shelves were intricately carved, and any alcove looked plush and inviting, as if he could simply stay there forever.

After about fifteen minutes of walking in relative silence, Mark finally asked. “So where are you leading me?”

“We’re almost there.”

The two reached the end of a row of books, and they turned left. At the end of the aisle was a door. Getting closer, Mark could read the writing on the frosted glass pane, ‘The Master’s Private Collection’. Mark was curious, but also concerned that Ellen had found his porn stash. Ellen could feel Mark tense for a moment. “Don’t worry, Mark. It isn’t your smut. That’s in a different aisle, and yes, we have found it.” Mark missed a step, causing Ellen to laugh. “Don’t worry, most of us have left it alone.”

“Most?” Mark asked worriedly.

“I mean… I was interested in the entire bookcase of smut simply labeled ‘Mark’s Ellen Thompson Smut’. Can you really blame me?” Mark went beet red. “Don’t worry, Mark. I’m not judging you. As for what is behind this door.” Ellen said as she grabbed the doorknob. “I have no idea.” She attempted to open the door, but the knob wouldn’t turn in her grip. She gestured for Mark to try the knob. “Care to find out?”

Mark reached out and turned the knob easily. He pulled the door open. “You sure you want to risk whatever this is?”

“I feel like I’ll be safe as long as I’m with you.” Ellen replied, interlacing her arms around one of his, then resting her head against his bicep.

The two walked through the door, which Mark realized was an appropriate size for his new height. The room they found themselves in lacked the intricacies of the rest of the library. It seemed almost normal. A few bookshelves lined the walls, but these were bookshelves that one might find a person having in an apartment, dorm room, or house, not in a library. Tables with boxes dotted the room, as did various chairs. “I recognize this bookshelf. It was the one I had in my freshman dorm room, and this one is currently in Allie’s and my house. The chairs are also my favorite reading chairs.” Mark looked through the books. “I… I think this is just all of my personal books, even the ones I apparently lost. Look, here is my comic book collection.”

Ellen looked at the collection and then back at Mark. “Um… are you sure this is your collection and not a comic book store? Because… that’s a lot of comic books. Have you read them all?”

“Most.” Mark walked down to the end of the collection, where there was a stack of unsorted books. “Yep, just where I left them. I haven’t read these yet. I was planning to before the show happened. I was just setting them aside for a bit to work on wedding planning.” Mark looked around the room. “You know, I sort of expected… well, something to be in here besides this. Considering it was locked.”

Mark and Ellen then heard the fluttering of a book. They turned towards the noise and were confused to find two books just floating behind them. Mark reached out to grab one and was able to do so easily. Ellen tried to do the same, and it darted away from her.

Ellen frowned. “I guess you have special privileges even if you allegedly gave me this library.”

Mark reached out to grab the other book and read the titles.

• ‘The Master’s Guide on Taming Rowdy Books and Women’
• ‘The Master’s Guide on Locating Books’

He found neither book to struggle in his grasp even when he opened them, but the moment Ellen started to read from his side, the book snapped closed violently. “Sorry, apparently you don’t get to read them without effort.” Mark went over to a pair of comfy chairs. He gestured for Ellen to sit in one, as he sat in the other. Ellen looked at him curiously. Mark opened the first book and started reading aloud, which seemed not to have any problems, even with Ellen there.

“Step One: To tame a rowdy book is much like taming a rowdy woman. Each requires special handling, some a gentle touch, others need to be trussed up like a turkey.”

Mark kept reading to Ellen. It took a solid three hours to get through the first book. Mark was about to start the second book when Ellen said, “Mark… as much as I would love to hear you read me the second book, I did have one last thing I wanted to do during my time with you, and we’ve used up a good portion already. Not that this wasn’t enjoyable. Your voice is like honey now.”

“Sure, we can do whatever. This is your time. If I could have… say five minutes to skim the second book, I would appreciate it. Mostly so I can be sure I can find it again.” Ellen nodded, and Mark skimmed the table of contents and then went to three particular sections he thought would be relevant. Five minutes later, he put the books down. “Okay, I think I need to make time to explore the library more. Now what did you want us to do?”

Ellen smiled and snapped her fingers.

---

They appeared in a luxurious bed chamber. Ellen quipped, “Each other,” as she let her dress fall to the floor, and she undid her corset, lying back on the bed waiting for Mark, with only Symbietta covering her.

Mark took a deep breath and let it out. “Ellen… I have two questions first.”

“Mark, I want this. I want you to take me and make me yours. Dominate me completely. Have your way with me. You might remember on our first date night, I was fine with having sex with you.”

“Okay, that is question number one out of the way.” Mark said as he started to unbutton his shirt, moving over to the bed. “I do remember you saying that, Ellen. I also remember why we didn’t have sex then. What about a contraceptive?”

Ellen hesitated and bit her lip. “Mark, I love you. That isn’t something I could say during the first round. I’m giving myself to you. I meant it, have your way with me. I trust you. The rest of tonight is your call.”

Mark stripped off his pants, and Ellen stared at his massive erection. Mark climbed into the bed and placed his hands on either side of her head. Then he leaned down and whispered into her ear, “And if I decided to buy the option that lets me completely control your fertility, and I decided to knock you up tonight, you would be okay with that? ”

Mark saw her bite down on her lip hard, “I… maybe? It isn’t a red situation… more like an orange.”

Mark grabbed his phone and showed Ellen the option where he could control her fertility precisely. He hovered his finger over the purchase option and got a nod from Ellen, so he bought it.

-800 BP Mark (Team Lioness’s Pride) -> 4525 BP

Mark then messed with the settings, dropping her pregnancy chance to zero, and hit apply. He then moved the slider all the way to one hundred percent and showed it to Ellen. “If you don’t want this, then you'd better make sure I don’t cum inside your pussy. I also won’t be warning you when I’m close. By the way, I’ve checked you can get knocked up more than once this way.” Mark set the phone down without applying the settings, leaving her with no chance to actually get pregnant, but she didn’t know that. “So, Ellen, this is the last time tonight I’m going to ask for your permission to do something. I’m only asking because I have to; I want your consent to increase your bust and butt as much as I want to tonight.” Ellen nodded. “Good.” Mark forcefully grabbed Ellen’s neck, “Now you’re mine. Talk back to me, and I’ll punish you. Refuse to follow my orders, and I’ll make you regret it. Now, my little fucktoy, tell me, do you think you deserve to be the first to have my child? That you are worthy?”

“No, Master.”

“That’s right. You aren’t my wife, but I’m going to have my way with you anyway. So here is my first order for you tonight: you are to do everything in your power not to get pregnant. Good luck, my little pet.” Mark pinned her wrists to the bed as he penetrated her.

“OH MASTER!” She writhed in his grasp but was absolutely helpless beneath his massive body. He thrust repeatedly, waiting to see what Ellen would try to do. “Please, Master, NO! Please not inside!” Ellen tried to push Mark off with he legs but still couldn’t manage it. Ellen found herself climaxing quickly as she tried to buck Mark off of her. “Please, Master, let me service you. Just don’t come inside. I’m begging you.”

“Fine.” Mark pulled out of her. “Which hole would you prefer I cum inside?”

“My mouth, Master. I’ll happily use my mouth for you.”

Mark rolled to the side, “You have two minutes, and you best be taking my whole cock into that pretty little mouth of yours, or I’ll be using another hole instead.”

Ellen moved without hesitation and took Mark to the base of his shaft. She held it in her mouth as she sucked on it. God damn, I really thought he was going to knock me up. This isn’t that hard after Laura’s training, either. Thank Goddess for that. Wait a second… Ellen noticed that Mark’s cock was slowly elongating as she took it in. Why isn’t he climaxing? A hair trigger cock, I want a hair trigger cock to suck on. Her thoughts didn’t work.

+1 VP Deepthroat

Mark wrapped Ellen’s hair around his hand and pulled back hard, pulling her off of his cock. “Your two minutes are up. So, are you going to be a good little fuck toy and follow your order, or am I knocking you up? I’ll give you a minute to consider.”

Goddess, that hurts the way he’s pulling on my hair… I love it. Wait… what, but he… oh… I’m not ready for that. “Master… please, there must be something else I can do.”

“You have two more holes, CHOOSE.” Mark growled.

Oh goddess, I want him to take both bad… That’s my transformation, talking… at least partially. “Master, Red.”

Mark let go of her hair. “Ellen, what’s wrong?”

“I… I’m not ready for that. To have anal sex with you. Even if you just made me really, really want to.”

“Okay, but there was the alternative. I wasn’t going to screw your ass unless you offered it.”

“Yeah, but… I want to follow your orders, but I don’t have an option to do that that I’m comfortable with.”

“Ah, I see. What if my whole point was to push you to that point where you wouldn’t choose the alternative?”

“Oh… so you really plan on knocking me up. I… thought it might have been a risk, but I thought you would give me various outs.”

“And I did. Ellen, you clearly didn’t want me to climax too fast. If you really wanted to stop me, I would have climaxed down your throat.”

“I really tried, I promise.”

“I’m not saying you didn’t, but I’m talking about what your ideal right now is. You didn’t want me to cum down your throat. Or I would have. You might remember that it took Chloe less than ten seconds to get me to climax for nearly ten minutes straight.”

“So… you’re saying I want you to impregnate me?”

“Or expected me to simply take your butt without asking, yeah. Do you want me to lower your pregnancy chance?”

Ellen bit her lip again, “I… I don’t know. I’m actually really concerned about upsetting Allie. Not for any reason other than she’s my friend. Taking it from her feels wrong.”

Mark grabbed his phone and showed Ellen the screen showing the slider at one hundred percent. He then scrolled down ever so slightly, showing the buttons that read cancel and apply changes. He pressed cancel, and the slider reverted to zero percent. “Sorry if that was uncalled for, but I never intended to knock you up tonight. I love you, Ellen. I promise you, I am going to get you pregnant eventually, but the only person I’m even considering intentionally getting pregnant before Allie is Aubrey, and that is solely because of her transformations.”

Mark could see the disappointment on Ellen’s face. Ellen surprised him, though, because it wasn’t for the reason he thought it was. “I’m an idiot. That was an absolutely wicked idea, and I ruined it. You were going to tell me, weren’t you? Probably shortly after you came inside me, and then you would punish me because I’d probably be happy. Happy that I failed, and thought I was pregnant.”

“Uh… I mean, yeah, that sort of was the plan.”

“Goddess DAMNIT! That sounds so hot.”

Mark covered his mouth as he was laughing too hard.

“It isn’t funny, Master!”

Mark disagreed, but took a little bit to control himself. “Ellen, either don’t call me Master or tell me you are ready to continue doing stuff, with clear instructions on what I’m not allowed to do. You used the safeword. I don’t want to continue until I’m absolutely certain what is okay to continue with.”

Ellen pouted slightly. “Thanks, Mark. No buttstuff. Also, if you could drop the pregnancy thing since it isn’t nearly as exciting now that I know you aren’t actually considering it.”

“That works with me. Can I use you ruining my plans to punish you?”

“Absolutely!” Ellen said with glee, “I mean… Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master.”

Mark got up and grabbed a few things. First, he put a blindfold on Ellen. Then handcuffed her hands to the bed frame. “Now, my little plaything, any last words before I gag you and make you go crazy from my dick?”

“No, Master.”

Mark gagged her. “Symbietta, you may do whatever you want to Ellen as long as it doesn’t involve her butt.”

Ellen immediately began writhing in ecstasy as she felt hundreds of tiny tentacles teasing nearly every portion of her body. Mark watched as Ellen was slowly encased from head to toe in a black, almost rubbery slime, save for her crotch and her butt. Mark grabbed a vigor potion he had been saving and, after downing it, began to fuck Ellen. He wasn't gentle, knowing she didn't want him to be. He spread her legs wide and pressed her knees up against her massive tits. He decided he was going to use the permission he had received earlier, and Ellen's breasts swelled more. Not wanting to be denied the largest BP gain, he increased her ten times, bringing her to a ZZ-Cup.

+1200 BP Ellen -> 1600 BP
+300 BP Mark (Team Lioness’s Pride) -> 4825 BP

He loved watching as her tits expanded with her knees pressed up against her nipples. He could tell she was climaxing repeatedly, as so was he.

+10 VP Vaginal Intercourse

After the fourth time Mark came inside her, he said, “You told me to use you and make you mine. I intend to do just that. I’m going to break you for ruining my plans… my fantasy of impregnating you. Make it so you have trouble walking tomorrow. I can tell you aren’t unconscious yet, but you are exhausted. I don’t plan on stopping until I’ve had my fill, and I took a vigor potion, so I can go for quite a while. Is that a problem?”

Symbietta answered for Ellen, “She says no. You are free to screw her even if she passes out.”

Mark grinned. Ellen moaned through the gag, as he smacked her butt, and twisted her nipples as he thrust repeatedly into her. He could tell she was climaxing repeatedly, and he was too. He kept going until Ellen passed out, and because he knew that she would be pleased by it one more time after she passed out, too.

+3 VP Somnophilic Sex (x2 First)

“Symbietta, would you stop teasing her now?”

“I guess… she seemed cool with it continuing, though. I’m surprised you remembered I was here.”

“You are fairly hard to miss, even if you were disguising your presence for most of our date. Did you have a good time?”

“I was a bit bored until the end. Though I will say it was nice listening to you and feeling Ellen’s emotions during the… the music was surprisingly pleasant. Not as good as sex, mind you, but… different. Are you sure I can’t convince you to give her some more orgasms? I feel them even if she’s unconscious.”

“Yes. Symbietta, do you actually want to fuse with her permanently?”

“Yes. She is kinky as hell, and is willing to share with me orgasms. She is an ideal host.”

“Sure, but if you fuse, she won’t be separate from you, like you are now.”

“Mark, I’m… learning quickly. I know what my options likely are. I can either fuse with Ellen, or I will be separated from her when you return to where you both came from.”

“What if you could stay attached but not fuse with her completely?”

“That… that would be preferable. Though I am content with fusing.”

“Hmmm…” Mark undid the handcuff and removed the blindfold and gag. He then brushed her hair out of her face and snuggled in close. Falling asleep with Ellen in his arms.