Dreams of Slaanussy, and Domination

Dexter's mind drifted away from the pain stinging his tailbone, the firefight from earlier still was echoing through his memories. In his dream he saw that moment he hit accept and began his first summoning.

Except, the flaming pillar was much larger and glowed with an ethereally deep purple light. He looked down at the device, amazed by it's reading. 'Successful 1st summon. Summoned: (Chaos god) Slaanesh; ranking: (Lust) SSS+, traits: Demon god, reality control, psychic pleasure, (She who thirsts); shapeshifting, polymorph, mind-link'.

While Dexter picked 'Demon' to maintain a certain level of strength without getting something beyond his comprehension, it seemed demons-gods were a distinct exception to that idea, as he already started to feel overwhelmed as the pilar's light faded; releasing the aura of a being transcending this very plane.

His attackers fell over themselves, thrashing on the ground as they intensely creamed their pants at just her aura, and their forms shifting as newly overwhelmed thralls were barely noticed by Dexter as they and his surroundings swirled formlessly.

She beckoned him wordlessly, while magically plumping up her tits and other aspects to entice him, with any effect too godly turned off given her master's mortal state.

He immediately went to sucking on one of her enlarged breasts while she jerked him off, magically enhancing his cock to monstrous proportions, with her other hand was fondling his balls to buff them as well.

Slaanesh moaned out to him as a loving dommy-mommy demon-goddess, "Good boy, get big and shift this world into your own plane of lust, pump it full, till it's all for you,~just like me"

Dexter felt incredibly nurtured by such an overpowering babe, guiding his new dream and treating him like a great being as opposed to an object.

Eager to fill up and pump with his monster cock angled at her intense well of pure lust, he pulled back to thrust; shifting his sore hips, and suddenly awaking from their pain.

He looked around and very disappointedly didn't see Slaanesh, he even looked down at his cock; swollen again from the impressive stamina and large size held by Harem Masters, but still not nearly as big as the third leg from his dream.

Checking the device, it said 'Summons:01' followed by the Oni's stat screen, a half filled progress bar, a notification of a '10% increase in strength from summon interaction' and a tip that 'Interactions as a Harem Master may prove beneficial', alongside a new skill called 'Oni's wrath (Berserk)'; suggesting a strength increase when in use.

Even if he was supposed to be muscularly stronger now; his lower half still felt weak from short-term damage, so Dexter activated his new skill to help himself up.

Oni's Wrath

BERSERK

He was able to get up, but it still fucking hurt, so he tried taking a deep breath to reassess things as his mind still clung to Slaanesh, how instead of receiving a high-level servant that would worship the ground he walked on, he got a trashy C-rank, a drunken thug that tosses him around and views him as nothing more than an effective knickknack of a dildo.

She should've just not bothered being summoned if she could, or this damn device should've just skipped over to a better summon; instead, she stole his chance to achieve such greatness at his very start.

He looked over the red-muscled bitch lazing about on the ground drooling and scratching herself in her sleep, despite her recent performance he heckled her internally; asking why she wasn't designated as sloth.

Meanwhile, she dreamed happily of raiding a merchant caravan at a mountain pass, bashing her way through all the warriors guarding it, and ultimately securing herself a barrel of booze and the shrimpy heir of the merchant company over her shoulder; kicking and screaming about his supposed fate of becoming the Oni's 'boy-wife'.

She was about to make a clean getaway, subtracting the carnage stains dyeing her dreamscape, but was stopped by a massive, intimidating bodyguard threatening her for the safety of his young-lord.

Oni was overjoyed by the promise of a challenge and how great her trophy would be if she could knock him on his ass, and keep him intact.

She tossed the twink and barrel aside, and rushed, soon feeling a strong hit across her chest; well not strong by Oni terms but still a significant amount of strength for a human.

Blinking, she saw her surroundings change and felt herself on her back with her body still feeling half-asleep. In front of her she saw the bodyguard, and the thought of being knocked on her ass instantly made her wet, but his intimidating features were greatly reduced as he just looked at her in pure hate after slapping her titties a bit to wake her.

He remembered the progress bar and thought of the opportunity he lost; 'maybe if I fuck this subpar trash a 2nd time, the bar will fill enough for me to summon someone who knows their place.'

Kneeling down with his pulsing rage-boner pointing to her previously filled hole, he pinned her knees down and made eye-contact with a excited face welcoming a challenge, but in his eyes looking down on him.

"You Bitch! You cost me that SLAANUSSY!!" Dexter yelled, pressing in, forcing out the cum from his last load, her cunt instinctively gripping hard around him; wanting to be filled with the cum of a warrior.

She recognized him as the humanly weak male, that she felt driven to take and defend as a trophy, but seeing the primal fury in his eyes made her open up completely, so she could watch her weak points be pounded in mercilessly.

"Fuck yes, charge! Claim my pussy, m-make it cower beneath your thick fucking cock!"

Dexter's cock sieged against with her cervix, his dick pounding away like a battering ram, uninhibited by the pain not only prolonged, but with his current activity, growing within his bones; in no way dulled, as it fueled his hate at this red bitch that caused it and he used all his new strength to replicate even a little of the same trauma against this bitch's titanic level durability.

His dick was hard and stretching her tightly in all the right spots, but her flesh just jiggled from the ****; as a human's thrust strength still wasn't strong enough to move much of her weight, despite being such a master at stimulating her regardless.

"Fucking bitch!, Know you're place!,", he yelled infuriated by her body's inability to be treated like a rag doll with his current strength, as she felt his heavy balls rapidly clap against her dense thighs.

"Yes, I know my place!, In a fight! In a Battle! To Conquer!" she moaned out as her legs wrapped around him with absurd crushing strength.

"No!, get Conquered slut, be a good little bitch, and-" he grabbed her horns to harshly direct her gaze to their crotches"- Serve this dick!", Dexter commanded as he weakened her legs with pleasure and made both pairs of her lips drool out obscenely, at the blurringly fast sight of the new idol of her eyes; a warrior that could weaken an oni so severely with only the transcendental tool she felt, showing his qualifications to lead her in battle; for his bravery and tactical insights from hitting her weak spots.

Accepting him as superior in the ways of pillaging; their bond of harem **** and master became all the more clear, as the system clarified this near her orgasm with a collar fastening around her neck.

On Dexter's end, he was too rage-blind to consciously notice, but he received the skill 'Oni-Master (Blunt weapon expert)'; giving him new instincts to use his blunt tool more skillfully and forcefully than the base instincts of a harem master.

"Yes, BOSSSSS!!" she cried out as she came even harder than before, appearing weak and servile despite the brute **** of her frame, her highly muscled cunt worshiping him as it rapidly milked; contently feeling the sperm of a superior pillager stretch her womb from sheer volume, again spilling out thickly and striking at high impact speeds. This time he was more adjusted to a Harem Master's orgasm and was kept awake by 'Oni's Wrath'; letting him pull out from her stuffed hole and spatter across her ab'd stomach, her large breasts, her tongue outstretched from her open mouth, and her overwhelmed face.

After fully marking her as beneath him, he panted in a still berserk state; checking the device for any new information, which other than his new skill read.

'10% increase in strength from summon interaction'

'Tip: destroying Evil Targets raises Harem Summoning meter; proportional to Target intensity, Targets usually found at provided Sites of Evil."

"FUCK!!!"

Feeling once again denied, Dexter stomped down in front of him, which happened to be over the Oni's swollen womb; Squirting out his thick seed like a water fountain. She groaned out at the perfectly aimed and executed blunt attack, stunning her still awe-filled gaze as it met his wrath filled glare; and despite her overwhelming physical advantage, she felt fearfully horny.