The wicked must be punished.

The contract glowed as if furiously hot, but it felt cool to the touch as it landed in John's hands. He had the contract, even more than he had hoped for... he only had to open Vanessa up to signing it. Satisfied, he returned to the bedroom... and to a pitiful sight.

Left alone, Vanessa was left angrily jilling, her teeth clenched as her body continued to pour the tease of pleasure onto her... but never letting her be satisfied. The aphrodisiac, after all, only enhanced fulfillment from John, though only now did he realize what a cruel weapon it could be when one felt his sexual desire, longed for it, but could do nothing to relieve it themselves. But unlike the state she was in on initial contacts her eyes now at least retained enough intelligence to see him... and meekly cry when she realized he had finally returned. "Stop masturbating," John commanded, "or I won't fuck you." Her hands slowed, and the moment he pulled his cock out with his right (keeping the scroll wrapped at his side in his left) she stopped altogether and rolled off the bed, onto the floor, and started to crawl towards the tool that helped knock her up. "You want this, Vanessa?"

"Yuh-yes, pleeeeuueeease!" Tears streamed down her face as she marveled at his meat, and she didn't even pay any mind to the pooling milk below her monstrous tits. The smell in the room, from almost every excretion this girl had to offer, was... interesting, but not enough to warrant moving.

An intimate space that reeked of sex could only help him, John decided. He kneeled before her, and lowered his voice as he drew closer to her face. "I'm going to fuck your pregnant cunt until you lose your mind. Do you want that?" She whimpered and nodded earnestly. "Good, good, but you have to do two things for me first. Are you willing?"

"Anything, please, just fucking-"

"What's my name?"

She looked at him with wide eyes... and somewhere between her thirst of cock and her terror, she managed it. "John... Newman...?"

"That's right, good girl," John grinned. She quickly stumbled around, sinking her hands into the pooling lactations in the rug and further staining herself. Finally, with her ass facing John, she fell onto her tits with painful eagerness, lifting her ass up to show him her twitching, sopping mess. "But you need to do one more thing, Vanessa." He unfurled the contract, pulled out her bodyguard's fountain pen, and put it before her face as she laid on her right cheek. Her eyes were out of focus, rolling as another orgasm struck her simply by being this close to getting fucked by John... until she saw the contract. The runes sliced through her haze and delivered to the terrified, proud, power-hungry young woman inside the truth of what she faced: submission, and worse.

Though John couldn't be sure, Vanessa truly had no familiarity of her own with the magical world... and yet the terror of knowing, of feeling the meaning of the runes before her was still dwarfed by that of the slavery they promised. Everything she hated, everything she feared... was a signature away, and her hands trembled at the thought of rebellion. She backed away, and found her body would only let her retreat so far from his throbbing meat, that scepter that commanded her bottomless bliss. "No! No, please... I-I'll do anything, I'll be good, I'll... please, I-I'll forget the whole NDA back home, I won't say... anything- just... just not this, please-!"

Quest compl-!

John minimized away the completion of the Hawthorne quest, pocketing its benefits for later. He preferred to focus on the prize his cock and pride demanded: the idol of his sexual fantasies, the bully of his high school days... enslaved, enraptured. "Sign the contract, Vanessa," John whispered with a grin, inching it across the soiled rug ever closer to his near-paralyzed victim, "and I will ravage that body exactly the way it wants me to, the way YOU want me to... and I promise, I'll be a kind master."

Even as she cried and wailed, her shaking hands inched closer to her doom, the damage to her sexual drive running too deep to do anything else. "Anything but this... anything...!"

John looked down upon her, stroking his meat with a focused, strict expression. He put the contract on one of the few unsullied parts of the carpet, though he doubted anything could stain its surface save the pen that pinned it there.

Her fingers quivered upon the pen's polished surface.

The corners of John's lips ticked upwards.

The pen shivered and twitched as she tried to withdraw her fingers. She couldn't.

John's lips cracked open, and the glint of his teeth shone with a malice that fed on his pride and lust, and made him squeeze himself in anticipation.

"Please..." She begged, uselessly. John would watch and enjoy her punishment. The wicked must be punished. This is what John was. This is what John had to be.

John's grin widened-

"Of course, wisdom is not inherently good."

He inhaled to scream, but held that breath, shocked by the horror made clear through the lens of those simple words. It cut through his grin, through the darkness that grew in his mind, through the bubbling self-righteousness that demanded he **** Vanessa's very soul. He stared down at himself, and then at the pitiful cheerleader, the defenseless non-mage that he plucked out of life to torment... and gritted his teeth in confused anger. What... what the fuck am I doing?

Vanessa's eyes screwed shut as the pen lifted above the sliver of metallic parchment. "Mommy... I'm- I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." Vanessa's tears streamed freely even as her body quaked with excitement, and she moaned, in arousal, in despair, as the pen lowered... and dabbed ink onto the contract. She continued to write into it, crying and screaming as she signed away all that she was... until she opened her eyes to see dark blotches on the rug where the contract was. Tearfully, she looked up... and saw it clutched in John's hand, crumpled but not ruined, for a brief moment before it vanished into his inventory. Her eyes shone with a relief of the soul, and she cried for her hero who saved her from himself. It sank John's heart ever more, and he could only return her gaze as hard as he could, trying not to show how broken his resolve had been, but his hands shook as most of that old, delusional lust finally drained out of him, replaced with an agonizing clarity. What did he almost do? What did he almost become? The last hour had controlled him in a way that terrified John, and even for this monstrous woman he couldn't help but feel guilty for nearly going so far beyond the pale. The dismissed "quest complete" notification popped back up.

Quest complete!
+5 CHA
+5 LIB
500XP

The quest vanished, and John sighed as his cock remained erect. The boost to his sex drive was a welcome distraction from thinking of what just transpired. As if I needed more libido... still, that means the quest is done... so I just need to take care of getting her home without ending up in prison. "I'm going to spare you that contract... but you now know I could have you sign it at any time." He wouldn't. How could he ever? But he prayed she wouldn't be capable of calling his bluff. "But things have to change, Vanessa, and they especially need to change between you and me."

"Please... no more..."

"So you're going to start treating me with respect... and... and..." His words started to trail off as she crawled over to him, panting... and inching her mouth closer to his furious erection.

"No more... waiting... no more teasing... please... you've been so good to me, so nice, so merciful, I should repay you..."

"Vanessa, please, I'm trying to show you some actual meerrrcccyyy- fuck-" John's drive kicked right back into gear as her lips happily suckled on his head, and she quivered right with him as another draining orgasm sucked life out of her. Just watching him flinch in pleasure gave her more joy than tormenting any man in her life, and she wanted to watch him be pleased so... so badly.

"You're... you're so goof to fme," Vanessa mumbled (surprisingly intelligibly) with his cockhead in her mouth, "I shuld... fank you..."

"Vanneeesa, please- I'm trying to help y-yoooohooo..." You already had sex, John! You knocked her up! She's still pregnant! And you should feel guilty, after you nearly- get a hold of yourself man! These demands were a tiny, tiny voice, trapped in a box, shoved down a well, isolated in an abandoned village in the barren countryside of a tiny corner of John's lizard brain as he looked down at Hawthorne knobbing on his knob.

"Ooooh... oh fuck it, I think I've got enough good karma to pay for this-!" John tossed her onto her back and took an engorged nipple into his mouth, drinking back the power he used in a single gulp before working his cock back into the space between her legs. Her shaking and moaning only intensified as she finally felt his head glide into her, and just as he thinks the lack of friction might give him a bit of stamina he's reminded of what a veteran slut he had beneath him: she clenched him with her shrunken tunnel with the expertise of a whore, and he blasted his seed inside her nearly immediately, feeding the explosion of her juices that had been trapped within within splattering his crotch upon being displaced.

Ring of hunter's delight: +1mp!

His presence inside of her was a religious experience for the impious wretch that now clutched onto him desperately, and soon another wave of femcum rose out of her and made fucking her a battle against a never-ending tide of her own juices. As lost as John was in the sex, it paled to the welcome **** his pistoning was for Vanessa: such was the divinity of her satiation, of the perfection of being slammed into by John Newman, the name now etched onto her tongue as it was in her womb, that it would stay with her long after this aphrodisiac wore off.

"John, I-"

"Finally remembered my fucking name, you cunt-"

"I love you!"

"Shut up!"

"Fuck you, I... I can't believe how this feeelsssaaah!" Her breasts continued to fill his mouth, and the excess mana soon found its home in her body, in excess castings of aphrodisiac, in a teleportation of embracing lovers onto the nearby bed, swapping her onto him to watch her gyrate while torturing her own cervix with his cock. He came against that already impregnated hole, his new seed mixing with the old that slowly drained from her uterus and becoming indistinguishable from the mess her pussy produced in perpetual coming.

Ring of hunter's delight: +1mp!

She arched her back, moaning to the lumpy, misshapen ceiling until he rolled her over, popping out of her as he tossed her onto the bed. Her thighs clenched, trying to trap her obsession before it escaped, but he quickly evaded her grasp and mounted her anew, bending her legs back as her twitching asshole winked a welcome to him. He pressed his cum-covered cock against it, and Vanessa's mind, what remained of it, tried desperately to order him away, to describe how she associated receiving anal with the sex of a ****, the reason Frank had to walk around with her mom's borrowed toys, the reason she never let any man, no matter how intimate, no matter the relationship go anywhere near her anus. It was a violation of her very being, her beliefs, her life as she had defined it-

"FUCK THIS FEELS SO FUCKING GOOOOOUUUUDD!" She whined, and yelled, and cried, and came as he broke her one rule.

Ring of hunter's delight: +1mp!

Achievement unlocked! "Feel Good"!
Have your lover experience an orgasm with all three holes!
+1 AGI
+1 END

It was the last virgin thing on her, the virginity that counted in her eyes, and that nerd from high school took it... and she reveled in it, thanked him with something akin to a prayer to her new deity of dick, and wanted nothing more than more loads to be dumped into her ass. With her flexible legs pinned onto her arms, John made use of her **** breasts and continued to augment her mind, making her love every aspect of sex he could imagine, his lust driving every pop-up to minimize for later. He didn't care about the Game, about the powerful contract that now waited in his inventory, about Lady Hawthorne or Brighton or Gorbachev... he couldn't care. He was too busy reveling in, and reflecting, Vanessa's inhuman appetite, and fed it for the remainder of the six hours she had them. If she was to remain free of slavery, he had to make sure she never wanted to betray him, to turn him in or ruin his life... and slowly she was molded, ever herself but poisoned with his desire. She drank his poison in greedy gulps, and such was their ritual until the minutes blurred into hours.

Some time later...

The fifth hour came and went, and John was barely cognizant of it. He had maxed out the ring's daily quota, something he had thought impossible, and they had left bed, the floor, and even the ceiling and the walls of that bedroom too damp to bear, forcing their relocation some hours ago. They had soiled both couches, broken the coffee table, and nearly died in the kitchen in a rain of knives, plates, and towels. The basement light flickered above them now, and the glistening flesh of what was Vanessa Hawthorne, bitchy cheerleader, man-manipulator, and sexy bully seemed beautifully detailed in the ugly yellow light. He touched the flesh there, a spot between her shoulder blades, and reveled in how it shook under his touch. There was sweat and sperm and so much of their mixture there that he could peel it away like a glaze with his fingernails. He had come to know so much of her body with his fingertips, and at some point her "condition" had slowly poisoned his mind as well, forcing him to love her as she loved him. Achievements came and went, all of them sexual, all of them tormenting his manhood with additional libido among the other attribute boosts, and over 1,000XP total. He had given her 100 orgasms, he had sex for an hour straight, two hours, four hours with a warning from the Game's achievement to give it a rest. By this point, the two academy freshmen were drunk on the stink of their bodies, of their sex, and of the near-dehydrated states they both found themselves after burning through all his survival supplies meant for adventuring and grinding. Grinding, heehee, John stupidly thought.

"Will... will I ever... leave this...?" Vanessa's lips barely moved to form the words, so exhausted were they. Her voice was a whisper, and John grew erect again at the vulnerability there.

"Soon, baby... and you'll hate me, too."

"I can't hate you..." She rotated on the floor, where their last session of anal had left blood and cum beneath them in a macabre puddle on the dirty stone floor. John embraced her, his cock once too exhausted to do anything but radiate his passion into her skin, and fought past the limitations of even his prestigious masturbation skill. In the damp air of a basement that wasn't truly his, by the light of a flickering bulb, as their slick bodies rubbed fluids of all kinds against one another, she sensed it, and moaned with him. His hands continued to probe that last, unmemorized bit of her flesh, committing it, too, to memory. "No man... no one in the world could make me feel the way you did today. I'm going to keep you forever."

"No," John muttered, "I... I'm going to keep you forever." The two giggled and winced, drunk on perverse, inhuman lust sated by an orgy of two. He came one last time, adding to the fluid between their bellies and chests as they sloppily slid against one another, and both were pleased; their very skin was sex now, and they would mingle it for as long as their viscous layers allowed.