Perks and Pleasure (Joe's POV)

We didn’t stop.

Hours blurred; time meaningless, bodies insatiable; inside my Domain.

Cataleya and I fucked like the world was ending. We took each other in every room of the cabana. The bedroom, balcony, kitchen. In the bedroom, she rode me with wild abandon, her tight, slick cunt swallowing my cock as she slammed down, breasts bouncing, dark nipples begging for my mouth.

I bent her over the balcony, pounding into her from behind while she screamed my name, her juices dripping down her thighs. I took her on top of an oak dining table, legs spread wide, her walls clenching rhythmically around me with every deep thrust.

She came again and again, shuddering, squirting, moaning brokenly as I drove her through orgasm after orgasm. I held myself right on the edge, refusing to cum until she mewled, her voice hoarse and ****: “Fuck… I’m cumming!”

Whenever I did let go, I buried myself; thick and heavy, pulsing inside her. I kept her marked, warm, as we collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat and cum.

But my creativity called me back. I kissed her one last time; deep, lingering, tasting the raw passion we’d shared; and the world rippled away like images on water. Cataleya faded with a final, wicked smile, leaving me standing naked in the endless black void.

The slick of sweat and her juices slid off my skin in waves. My clothes reforming around me; the crisp white shirt sliding over my shoulders, buttons fastening themselves one by one; the black suit jacket settling perfectly across my chest; the red tie knotting itself with precise elegance. Every thread felt alive, against not only me, but to the version of me that had just spent what could've been days ravaging a beautiful assassin.

A surge of immense pride washed over me.

“That was amazing,” the Voyeurs said, their many voices layered into one warm, approving chorus.

I smiled, chest still rising and falling. “You created a world for me to play in.”

A warm, affectionate laughter flowed over me like sunlight. “It was you that manifested this world. You came here with a clear purpose.”

“It felt so real… she felt so real,” I murmured, still tasting her on my tongue.

They laughed again, the sound rich and pleased. “You made it real. We are happy we chose you. Your powers far exceeded our expectations.”

Around me, projections of our encounter appeared at every possible angle; as if millions of invisible cameras captured every moment. Cataleya bent over in the shower, on her back, legs spread wide, body jolting with every powerful thrust. Her riding me reverse, ass rippling as she slammed down, taking me to the hilt while her tits bounced. Close-ups of her face twisted in ecstasy, of my thick cock stretching her tight pussy, of my cum leaking from her well-fucked hole.

A sleek, elegant case materialized in front of me; a Blu-ray case with a moving image of Cataleya and me locked together in passion. I grabbed it, knowing as before with Faith and Buffy, only I could see its true nature.

“Another gift?” I asked, grinning.

“That is not all.” A glowing orb suddenly impacted me at the waist. White light surged through my veins, then faded. Instantly, I felt different; sharper, stronger, more alive. My senses bloomed: every sound clearer, every scent richer, every touch electric. And deeper still, I felt the new control, “You now have your ability of unlimited stamina and control in the real world. Your senses have also been enhanced. Enjoy these gifts,” the Voyeurs sang.

I smiled, already imagining what this would mean for Emily; being able to devote myself to her completely, to fuck her for hours without tiring, as she deserved.

The doorway home appeared, as the images faded from the walls. I adjusted my tie, straightened my jacket, and stepped back through.

The world was still frozen. Bubbles hung mid-ascent in the water cooler. Iris say just outside the glass, concern and quiet hope etched on her face. My chair remained reclined, the indentation of my body still pressed into the leather.

I returned to my seat. The doorway folded back into the ground and the world jump-started again; bubbles rising, sounds returning, Iris’s eyes meeting mine. She saw it immediately; the fire, the determination, the renewed hunger in my gaze.

I reached for my sketchpad. Time to start working.