Trading the Collar for the Leash

John pulled out of her with a final burst of willpower, and a similarly hasty burst of semen as it rolled out in his wake. Her moans only shifted in tone, joining the ebbing pleasure of his presence to the despair of his sudden, emptying absence. He stomped over to an easel, shoved it aside, and sat in the creaky chair with soaked cock still out and bobbing as it remained hard. Tara began her pathetic crawl towards her would-be master, her tongue lulling as if begging for the brand. John had so much to consider, and he brought his libido back to its minimum to manage the effort. I'm already a slaver... but of monsters, or monsters somehow descended from humans. But always from the Abyss... the illusion barriers... the unreal. What even are they, then? Figments given stories, imagined beauties who never truly existed until I created them? It was an uncomfortable question, and one he didn't dare bring up to the women in his head. Even now, when he knew Alysha could hear his thoughts, she seemed to ignore them; he wondered if she did it as a off-hand dismissal, or had to actively ignore it, a kind of defense mechanism for... whatever they were. I'm their master... but this is... this is different, right? I can't consider this the same... John was too wise now to ignore the heart of his hesitation: the question of whether or not Tita, or Alysha, or any of them were real, sentient beings. If not, then he had dominated very convincing caricatures, creatures that had no life to lose, that would've been returned to the energies of the Abyss if he didn't keep or kill them. They were convincing video game avatars, and conveniently so for a Gamer's harem. But if they were real, then the jump down from that to this was actually rather small; there was no real moral high ground from which he could boast, and claiming Alysha or Tita might somehow be "less sentient", less like people, than Tara echoed the arguments of despicable ancestors.

"Johnny... pleeeease..." Tara moaned her words, and small trails and handprints were burned wherever her knees dragged and fingers rested as she approached.

"You want this?" John pumped his shaft as he eyed her. Even with a tuned-down libido, he was still a horny youth; he could fuck her for the hours he knew she'd be in this state. Hours I don't have, he reminded himself. She nodded vigorously, her eyes glistening with child-like wonder. "How badly do you want this?"

"So bad, baby... so bad..." Her head was almost to his knees, and he pointed his meat down at her. Tentatively, she licked at it like a mindless pet, giving it gentle caresses at the tip that threatened to drive John onto her, his throttled libido be damned. "I... I just want you to be happy, baby... and to do that again... and again... you're still hard, I know you want it too-"

"You have no idea what I want," he flatly interrupted. She winced, and tears streaked down her face only to evaporate halfway down. "You..." Of course. "Answer my questions..." He kneeled down before her, and her head nearly went to the ground to keep on his cock like a deer to a saltlick. His fingers scooped up her chin and kept her upright so he could whisper into her ear, "... and I'll fuck you so hard you'll faint."

A sound came from her throat and she sprayed the floor between her knees, her entire body convulsing at his threat. "I'll tell you whatever you want, baby, God, please..."

"Why do you want T... no. Why do you want the girl?"

"To sell her to the C-Cabal," she whimpered. "We sell things as smug...glers, but she's a special one. It's my j-job to make sure the highest bidder these three find for the best stuff is always the Cabal, and she's the best of the b-best yet."

"So... you're not really working with the other three, so much as using them..." John shook his head in disbelief. "If I... let you get out alive, will you leave the girl alone?"

"Oh baby, please..."

Her hand went up to caress his face, but he gripped it in his tuxedo-gloved fist. "Answer me."

"Oh... oh alright! But I can't leave her alone, honey, or I'll die!" He glared at her, begging an explanation with a nod. "They already know... they already want her... and if I don't give her up, they'll snuff me out, sugar!"

John grimaced, and let her hand go. She caressed his thighs through his pants, obviously using what self-control she had left to resist angering him and leaping for his meat prematurely. The way she bit her lip and kept glancing at it told him she was about to run low. "So there's no way for me to save her without you dying... except one."

"One... way? You can't fight the Cabal, honey... you could barely fight m..." She looked down as she realized his disposition. "S-Sorry, I didn't mean..."

"No... no need to apologize... you helped me out a lot, actually." John offered her a sad smile, and caressed her face. It broke her last bit of restraint and her hands reached for his cock, thumbing and rubbing and crushing it with all her desire to impale herself on it. "I just hope you see it that way in a few hours, when I need a nice, long talk about who the Hell the Cabal even is..."

She shook her head, her eyes full of fear. "Please... if... if I talk about it, there's a chance they'll find out, and they'd kill me j-just for that-"

John leaned back, staring down as she worked his cock with hands made of fire and flesh. "Enough of that, Tara," he interrupted. "Come sit on my-" John couldn't finish his sentence before she all but flew onto him, crushing his cock between her stomach and his vest before standing upright, then bending her pelvis forward, all to slowly work his meat monolith back into her pocket. She groaned with satisfaction as she sat to the hilt, and John's hands groped and explored her thick, gorgeous form. A fine contrast to the elves... John winced at how base the thought had been. "I'll give you a choice, Tara... though you're in no state to answer, so I guess it really doesn't even..." She only moaned in response, and leaned forward to bury his head between her fat tits. She pressed them together, giving his skull a tit job as she gyrated against him, but even this couldn't distract John now that he had his drive under control. Well, mostly under control. "You have to choose... ****, or be with me forever. Which would you prefer, if you weren't so damn horny right now?"

"Oh honey," she heavily breathed down at him, "I'm a survivor... and even if I wasn't this damn turned on by you? I'd ride this cock every day if it meant I could stay alive. You got something to solve my problems? You going to give that girl up, and let Titanic Tara keep you happy?" He blinked up at that, to which she giggled between moans. "That was my name on the volleyball team... and I'll earn it in our bed, if you stick with me and help me keep the Cabal happy."

She had enough sense to negotiate, then. He gripped her massive ass and pushed her down harder, and reduced her birth canal, feeling it shrink and grip him viciously. Her body twitched and shook with a mix of anguish and newfound stimulation, and another gush poured onto his lap as all the extra lubrication spat out of her shrinking cunt. "I'll do you better," John whispered.

"Gods, yes."

"I meant-" No, wait, both meanings are fine. "I'll do you one better... and I'll free you from the Cabal. But you'll be trading one master... for another..."

"I've got dozens of masters-"

"I will be your new master," John declared, taking both of her nipples to his teeth. Her body spasmed violently, and all the hesitation of riding him with her new tightness vanished as she began to bounce violently, sending her beautiful mass into a shameless, mesmerizing jiggle. "You'll be mine, and no one else's. You'll be bound to me, forever! I'll give you plenty of freedom... put you in a nice home... and give you what you want if I can, but you might never be free again."

"Are you... offering me... what I think you are?" She moaned in a ragged breath, interrupted by her own thrusting. John nodded, a bit unsure. "Then... I don't know how but... but yes! Yes!"

"Good. Now give me-"

"If you really can get me out of the Cabal, I'll marry you..." John's mind came to a screeching halt as she moaned her declarations. "... I'll be yours... so protect me... empower me... FUCK ME!" Her fingers entwined with his, and she held them wide for leverage as she rode his bull, her head thrown back as her eyes crossed in response to more of the euphoric haze that overcame her.

John thought to correct her... for about three seconds. Fuck it, I'm already twice married. What's a third? The powers that be needed no other welcome. While the two printed on his left index remained, they were joined one finger over by the third: a golden, glittering tattoo of a ring, just below the knuckle of his middle finger.

Magical tattoo: ring of marriage (material-abyssal hybrid). +2 CHA. Tattoos do not take up magical item slots. This marks your marriage to [Tara Dase].

The brand of their union appeared on her own finger. It would not his last mark on her flesh. "Give me your tongue," John moaned, feeling his balls twitching, ready to pack her womb some more, "and I will make you mine."

She moaned her approval without the help of her tongue, as it was already sticking out as she lowered it to John's face. He took it in his teeth, gripped her hands tight, and focused on raising his libido to release the last orgasm he felt building for the free Tara Dase. He pushed her hands onto her own thighs, anchoring her vice of a pussy onto him, and blasted her cervix once more, bathing his newest batch of unborn children with seed. Wordlessly he acquired just Vanessa's ovum, grateful that it hadn't become impossible to recover, and left Tara pregnant with however many more eggs he had willed into her uterus. She made out with him in earnest, their tongues writhing together until he finally branded hers with his. Her eyes flickered open in a sudden, acute awareness... but it was too late. Her body vanished into purple light, and left John with a dripping cock and the newest question about who he even was anymore.

Hellbat (Lvl11/Lvl9) captured!
Hellbat party defeated!
+4,000XP
Obtained 4 hellfire essences

Achievement unlocked! "Happiness in Slavery"!
You permanently enslaved a human! Your crimes grow by the day.
+1,000XP
+summoner's brand becomes Gamer's brand

Gamer's brand, 100mp
Gamer's brand: permanently mark a creature that you've dominated, making it your ****. Brand guarantees loyalty, but not respect. Branded monsters and hybrids are sent to your summoner's temple, and count as being [your level / 3, rounded up] levels lower for purpose of calculating temple capacity. All others remain in the real world, the mark invisible to mundane vision. Gamer's brand cannot enslave Outsiders or Outsider hybrids.

John put away his cock, pleasure still writhing through his veins along with an unsure, guilty conscience. He grimaced, and did his best to focus on the task at hand.

<Fairy, how's Tricia?>

<Sleeping soundly... and so ****. You know, I helped too; I deserve a bit of fun, right?>

<No.>

<Hmpf! Fine, but you'll want to get her soon... especially since they're fighting upstairs.>