Mind Games

As your eyes opened, stretching to remove the kinks in your neck and back, you felt a body shift against you. Looking to the side, you spotted Stormfront still asleep.

She looked surprisingly peacefully now, without the anger and lingering racial hatred, but you knew it wouldn't last once she'd awoken.

As your gaze drifted down her body, focusing on her exposed tits and the curve of her ass against the sheets, you tried to remember all the things you'd done to her the previous day... night, you couldn't even remember which it was. You recalled removing her teeth and judging from the light flecks of blood on the bedsheets, something had involved blood, although it may have been your own. All the same, you played it safe, softly running a hand down her side, fixing whatever you'd done to her.

Your hand didn't stop there though, as you palmed her rear, pulling her body closer to yours as a devious smirk took over your face.

You gave a sharp smack to her backside, a soft 'mm' audible as Stormfront's eyes fluttered open.

"What are you..." She whispered, trying to rouse herself from slumber as you didn't stop, pressing your cock against her lower mouth, slowly grinding as you felt a wetness begin to cover you.

"Good morning, Klara." You said as you saw her eyes widen slightly, and she started to push herself away from you, a fact you ignored as you shoved yourself into her, drawing yet another soft moan of pleasure. rather than go straight to drilling her though, you kept a slow pace, allowing the two of you to talk.

"What did you call me?" She bit out, managing to lift herself up as you neared her face, 'lovingly' kissing her as she tried to take stock of what was happening.

"Did you know you talk in your sleep? Or maybe I really did fuck your brains out yesterday, and you just started talking." You answered as her eyes stayed locked on yours, no doubt trying to figure out what the other shoe was before it fell.

"Who would've thought a Nazi like you would be so easy to break? Trained against all manner of **** no doubt but give you a NICE! BIG! FAT! COCK! RIGHT IN YOUR! TIGHT! CCUUUNNNT!" You growled out, punctuating each one with a sharp thrust that **** any remaining seed out as Klara tried not to bite her lip in pleasure, although the conflicted look on her face as she tried to deny it was even sexier. "And you spill everything, just like the good cockslut you are. I wonder, do I fuck you better than your husband, hmm, is my cock bigger than his?" You pressed as Stormfront found herself not only on the backfoot, but completely trapped as you pressed down on her, your weight pinning her in place.

"No." The reply was quiet, and taking most of her remaining will to say, but that just made it even better.

"Hmm, do you want to know a secret, Klara?" You whispered in her ear as you pulled yourself free of her gooey hole. "I don't care." You could see the confusion in her eyes as you rolled over, Stormfront perched atop you as you twitched against her clit. All she had to do was jump up and run away, but she was held in place by your words.

"I hear the whispers in the halls about how I'm no better than Josef Mengele, experimenting on people, my lab is a horror house, despite the fact than none of them have ever seen it or been there. So, I don't care if you're a Nazi, or a racist, I don't even care if you sucked Hitler's cock, all I care about..." You whispered, Klara subtlety lifting her hops as you aligned yourself, "is that I have fun doing it." You said, Klara sinking down your length as your head nestled against her core.

"We're not so different, just following our own paths to the same goal. What was the name of that place... Shady Creek Retirement Home? Regardless, you're trying to make adult Supers, while I'm trying to find a way for them to be naturally born, and before long the entire gene pool will be tainted, and then we'll have an entire superhuman society. Heroes, villains, even average Joes will all have powers, and I'll get to look at all of them knowing that I created them. I'll be a God, having created humanity in my own image!" Anyone else would've probably found your megalomaniacal words to be terrifying, but all you could see in hers was lust and pleasure as she rose time and again, slamming her hips down onto your, milking another load out of you with any provocation or help.

"Meine Königin." You whispered, only for Klara to slam her lips into yours, hard enough that if you weren't you, you'd be lucky to only have bruised lips and not a caved in face as she mumbled husky German in your ears.

You remembered the chief rule of not sticking your dick in crazy but... what's the worst that could happen?