John Goes Fracking

Clay is immune to the effects of Essence of Lust.

In retrospect, John knew he really should have figured this wouldn’t work out so perfectly: yes, Lily (who could now dump 260 points of libido into some unfortunate victim) was the perfect mate for an angel who, conspicuously, had no libido to speak of. It would have been a lovely little threesome—or a tag team, if Lily couldn’t survive John directly—if not for Clay’s construct nature.

“Her ‘evolution’ was more like a step towards being completed,” John lectured at Fairy, “but maybe she’ll always be a construct... just a finished one. Eventually.”

Fairy, who had grown bored with John’s vexations over the dilemma, watched with rolling eyes as Lily continued to cry her trembling moans as Clay, dutiful to her orders, stopped transmitting thoughts and focused on roughly tongue-fucking the demon.

“Maybe you can take her in the forge and break her down for parts?” offered John’s first minion.

“As if I’d ever do that... also, talk about overkill. I basically have her whole extended family in the hopper, so, no thanks... though that makes me wonder if I couldn’t enhance her...”

“You still can't open the workshop,” Fairy reminded him.

“The forge?”

“The forge is for items, not minions, dumbass.” Fairy continued to kneel by the sanctuary door as she watched the divine fornication play out. Her hands remained perched on the splendid gift from her master, it’s pommel on the ground and the shadow of its blades overcasting her face, and she leaned on it for support. “Have you ever seen an option for a golem or robot or anything like that?”

John raised an eyebrow as he looked back at Fairy. He continued to sit right next to Clay’s right leg, caressing it with a wanting hand as he asked, “How do you know what I can and can’t forge? You don’t even spend that much time around while I work...”

Fairy shrugged with a knowing smirk. “I’ve peeked when I knew you weren’t looking, until I got bored with what I saw... which was often, Master.”

John smirked wickedly at his first devil. “You’re just looking to get fucked again, aren’t you?”

“I’m just wondering when you’ll let this little usurper get off that useless ride.”

“Usurper?”

“I should be the only demon around here getting XP, you know... I’ve been the strongest and the loyalest-”

“By choice?” John scoffed.

“... and I’m still the hottest.” Fairy arched her back as if to emphasize.

Lily uses polymorph self.

“W-Will Master fuck me...” John jumped at hearing Fairy’s voice behind him; he turned and found a nude Fairy, albeit wingless, continuing to straddle Clay’s face, moaning, “... if I look different?”

The pitiful, horny expression the faux Fairy wore got very different reactions from John and Fairy, the latter who all but shrieked, “Stop wearing my face before I make you wear my fist, virgin!”

The message popped up again, and John watched the polymorph occur: flaps of red flesh peeled into view from nowhere, shaping and trapping the false Fairy until it became the real Lily, puffy A-cups and all... leaving only that same, pitiable expression of bliss.

John wouldn’t dare say what came to mind: that, at least in this moment, Lily was definitely the cuter of those present. “Alright, Lily, get off the angel... and you can both go get cleaned up at the pools.”

“Y-Yes, Master,” Lily panted, her body glistening.

The angel began to rise as well until John clarified, “Both being Fairy and Lily.”

“Cleaned up? I didn’t even do anything,” whined the elder of the two.

“Then help Lily get clean, and tell everyone to avoid using the pool she... you know, uses... sorry, Lily.”

“I... understand, Master.” Her hand came up to stroke John’s cheek as she crawled out from over the Angel... and another four points of health flew off her maximum without John’s reciprocation.

I’ll need to set something up after all... or else just keep making her stronger... “Also... no more polymorphing unless I say it’s alright.”

When at last the devils were all away, John went to close the door... and then paused as he spotted Ahk’s eye poking out from the waypoint chamber. The angle had been such that she couldn’t have been spying on the face-sitting that had just occurred... but it was enough for her to notice John and then notice him spotting her. She vanished, scampering loudly back into the waypoint chamber to shamelessly hide. Somehow, John had to build a bridge to that one, too... but for now, he had a far more pressing conversation to have.

The sanctuary door closed, and so John was alone with Clay who, by his orders, remained unmoving on his sullied bed. “Sit up, Clay.” She did so, her closed lips and frowning cheeks still glistening with Lily’s essences. Lines of the stuff had dribbled down to the crack in her neck and likely dripped downward, backwards now, to stain the bottom of her head... but if she cared to wipe it away, she hadn’t bothered to do so. “You’re going to speak to me without calling me any name other than ‘John,’ ‘Newman,’ ‘John Newman,’ ‘Gamer,’ or ‘Master.’ Understood?”

<Yes, John.> The fury in her thought may as well have turned his name into another curse in her list of nasty things to call him, but John had little choice there.

John glanced at the closed door and switched to directed thought. I think I can figure why, but just in case: why can you only communicate by thought?

<I was not given my voice.>

John walked to sit back down and next to his latest prisoner. So... because your neck’s broken?

<I am unfinished... and will never be finished. I shall never sing in->

Enough, I got that. A silent, hateful pause as he sat next to her. She still smelled of Lily... but she was so human that John didn’t believe that touching her flesh would be as tapping marble. Are you an angel?

<No. An angel is complete,> she lectured as John glanced at the Angel property right over her head, <whereas I am... not.>

John dared the touch almost involuntarily. His hand tapped the small of her back on the right... and found only hard rock in reply. So you’re angelic, just not a... proper angel.

<In the most unsatisfying terms, so imprecise and near meaningless... yes.>

Alright, good... maybe we’re getting somewhere... so angels, are they usually extremely tall, like small buildings?

<Angels come in whatever form the Shaper desires, from the height of ants to colossi capable of piercing the heavens of any Kingdom.>

Do all angels lack a sex drive?

Hesitation; did she understand the question? <No. Angels of love are particularly driven.> John had hoped for some human discomfort, but received none.

Can you make any part of you hard or soft to touch?

<Yes.>

What happens if you make your head soft?

<Nothing by itself; the consistency of my body is irrelevant until it is severed or shattered for the purpose of damaging me.>

Why do you hate me?

The question had come with such suddenness that John expected some kind of hesitation. Instead, Clay replied, <You are many things you do not wish me to repeat.>

You don’t even know me.

Clay’s eyes finally turned to meet John’s, her furrow deepened. <Heaven will never forgive what you did.>

What did I do?

<I do not know; I only know that you did it, and your punishment should be swift... even though you yet live.>

John harbored one suspicion above all... one that Tricia had planted in his head long ago. Did I... do this within my lifetime?

<I do not know.>

Could it have been something the last Champion of Gaia did, and now I'm-

<No.>

John pursed his lips as he considered that answer. Well... you know so much without even... well, knowing much, so let me ask: do you think I'm the Champion of Gaia?

<I know you are the Champion of Gaia.>

John's eyes lit up as his mouth split into a grin. Well, that's... weirdly reassuring! Though I guess hearing it from angels who kill alleged criminals without even knowing their crimes makes the source a bit dubious... do you do that often? Wait, is there anyone you've met today that wasn't due for punishment?

<Yes.> John motioned for her to continue. <Everyone except the demons in your employ. Some are sinners, but they may yet repent.>

What is a sin to you? Just like... whole list of them? The Ten Commandments?

<Sins are infinite in number, though finite in execution.>

John let his hands creep towards her crotch. Is sex a sin?

<Not by itself, but almost always in how intelligent beings perform it.>

John leaned in and brought his mouth to the small of Clay's neck, just under the break, to kiss it gently. Her lack of reaction somehow made him more eager. Is it a sin for you to... An idea... one that seemed unlikely, but was too attractive in other ways to not do. Is it a sin for you to bear children?

<Angels do not bear children.>

What if you could?

<That... is a meaningless query, but it would not be a sin in an of itself.>

John pulled away only long enough to pull up his sheet before her eyes and click on his recently gained ability.

Sovereignty: Breeder’s Authority
The power to exercise sovereignty over a creature and command its power to procreate.
...
Compatibility: The mandate takes one full hour. The target is altered on a biological level, permitting cross-breeding and making fertile the barren.

Shit, biological level? I was hoping a reproductive system might come with libido like a package deal… but if I had to guess...

John placed his hand over Clay's stomach... and was thankful, if for nothing else, that he didn't have to wait an hour for the pop-up.

Invalid target. Clay is not a biological entity.

"I might as well try and impregnate a toaster..." So many of my abilities focused on a target having a biology... I hadn't realized how difficult it would prove to just handle a construct like her... But then he wasn't likely to want a construct as much as he did the one in his unsure grasp.

<All the Dream would be better served if you simply destroyed yourself, or else submitted yourself to judgment-> Her head toppled into his catching hands once he snapped tunnels into her neck. John put away all his clothing and, without much ceremony, positioned her mouth to kiss the head of his cock. Her lips did not part, however futile the gesture.

I want you to suck on my cock like doing so to a satisfying degree was the single most sanctimonious act you could perform. Her lips parted, and all her mouth softened as her faux saliva filled her mouth and facilitated the wet, slurping efforts she suddenly sprung to. Her cheeks, neck, and even the edges of her head all softened unnaturally in John’s grip; her hair grew slack, and her mouth welcoming. Angel or not, it seemed his intent had translated to her well enough; he shoved to the back her throat, a sealed surface he had to remind himself, before withdrawing enough so she could work his head with proper conviction. I want you to get me nice and wet... and then I'm going to fuck you. You're not going to enjoy it, I guess... but you're ordered to do your best to enjoy it, whatever that means for an angel, as long as it doesn't harm or insult anyone, and as long as it involves me. John's thoughts came slower as she worked. The head in his hands was surprisingly good, but he had to remind himself that this wasn't the purpose; he withdrew himself from her mouth and laid back on his bed as he ordered her, Now climb on top of me, and impale yourself on my cock... using your pussy, I mean. You know what I mean-

<I do.> Her thoughts remained emotionless, as did her expression. Her body crawled over John, eager only because he ordered it, and began to guide his moistened cock to her softening lips. His head briefly dragged along her now pliable pubic hairs before finding that tight, unforgiving little hole in her body.

John nearly thought to enhance his cock back to its additional 50% size... but Shape the Body had some added features over his old Augment, and now he intended to use it.

You used Shape the Body, making your penis three times larger for one hour.

John felt a fluctuation in his heartbeat and pulse for a moment as the turgid meat in Clay's hands suddenly expanded into a nightmarish parody of a dick. John swallowed hard as he watched what had very literally been his cock times three: at 9.45" of man-meat, John hadn't really considered what 28.35" of cock would look like... or how absurdly thick it would be. Clay's orders remained; however; she now stood on her feet, kneeling slightly, as she handled the comically huge penis to try and angle it towards her snatch. "Stop, you stupid- one second..."

You used Shape the Body, making your penis permanently 1.2 times larger.

Just shy of twelve inches wasn't much more realistic, but John could imagine fucking Clay without shattering her from the inside. It did raise one question, however... one that she answered by slamming his freshly moistened cock into her now-drooling hole.

He had watched the headless figure sink all of two inches before he hit bedrock. John furrowed his brow as she stopped. "Is that... your hymen?"

<I do not have a hymen. You have hit the greatest depth of this hole.>

John held the head up to his face... and narrowed his eyes as he tried to read her cold eyes. "Then we're just going to have to mold you some... so fuck me. Fuck me hard enough to start making room in there, but without hurting you too much, or ruining your outward appearance... and we'll see if you can't remember that shape once you're done."

<You are...> Her thoughts paused as her body moved without her will; an inch up, it then slammed down on him with all the strength it could bring. A normal human cock might have been injured by a marble statue suddenly slamming down on it... but for John, it was a new and welcome stimulation, one that he still hoped would slowly give. All her body began to soften… save the pocket that needed to give, that required shattering to fulfill her master’s order. <You wish to sully me further, to carve inside my->

Shut up and kiss me while you do this... and we'll see if we can't eventually get you to enjoy it, too.

She complied, though she hardly had a choice as a head apart from her body. John continued to lay back in his bed, enjoying the firm grip of her stone vice as she began to rapidly batter her own, solid innards with his implacable cock, letting the man slowly bash his way towards her center. He was a pumice of steel against her; she, in involuntary compliance, hardened the rock just before it so his impacts could do the damage he wanted without shattering her whole torso. A stretch of such stone was made before John’s man-meat; he needed only chisel away. Their tongues continued to twist and play, he with closed eyes, she with open, vengeful ones.

So on they went... until John felt the smallest vibration inside her. A crack. A wound. He glanced at her health; she took five points of damage. She could take so much more, however. The stimulation on just his dick, even with her strange, clay-like lubrication, was also pushing him near his first edge. John decided to ride this one to its fullest... and cranked Gamer's Drive from control, past his normal, insane libido score, and right into overdrive. The sensation was pure bliss, now... and he needed to get inside her, to really feel the core of her, before he blew his load inside this tiny pocket. He continued to cradle her head to his with one hand... and reached the other through a tunnel. He put his firm grip on her shoulder from behind, surprising the angel... and surprising her more as he held her down from her eternal bounce. Hold your head for me, he thought without stopping his invasion of her mouth. She leaned forward and complied, nearly sliding off his dick entirely... but the freeing up of his hands let him open another tunnel, and now he held both her shoulders down as he **** her back towards her task.

She wasn't strong enough... and he was about to come. He needed to give her the final push... and with a moan and against his own grip, he pumped Kinetic Condenser into his waist as he thrusted upwards.

CRACK!

Clay's eyes did not respond, nor did her body suddenly spasm in pleasure, nor did it burst into powder or anything equally horrifying... but her head had been taken out of John's reach for just a moment as she found herself fully anchored to the base of his crotch. Her gray pubes and his black ones mixed in that terrible meeting... and the cracked, cock-shaped canyon cleaved into her body was just the latest violation to the angel's being, she surmised... followed swiftly by the next: the villain ejaculating his seed into her depths with a tremble and a moan. He scooped her head up from her grasp, stammering, "Keep fucking me." He pressed her mouth to his anew, and so this continued; her riding his dick in her newly eviscerated center, the hard stone inside her broken and slowly converted into soft, craggy folds, and the whole of her vagina now an absurd twelve or so inches deep... and the stimulation of this perfectly sized pocket, still too oddly shaped and tight to be roomy, had fully ensorcelled the maximized libido of the Gamer. She rode him, as he wanted, but only the three inches or so she found necessary to stimulate him. His massive load was now leaking from their point of union, though only so much after having lined the whole depth of her; his second load arrived only a minute later, further sullying her as he filled every nook and cranny of her newfound birth canal (from which no births would ever come, she was sure).

He continued to cradle her head to his as he expressed his pleasure with the occasional sigh and constant kiss; Clay obliged him under strict orders, her eyes continuing their endless stare into the Abyss.

"J-John, are ya alr-?"

John took a moment to register the voice followed by, what he thought was, a high-pitched squeal of surprise. He opened his eyes after another moment of relishing the angel's taste when he glanced over... and saw, cradling her head, Regan O'Sullivan waiting at his door. She had changed back into the plain clothes he had afforded her earlier, though the shocked and mesmerized face she now wore had not been one of its intended accessories. John wasn't sure how to react... but in his present state, he had some ideas.

"F-Fairy told me to check on the noise, we-we thought maybe something happened a-and... so I went to c-check... I came to check... I mean I didn't come... I'm here. I'm here." She swallowed hard, though she had no neck to show as much.

She simply stared at John… at how he cradled a disembodied head so lovingly (as far as she knew), and as a headless body so perfectly rode him (as far as she could see). What had occasionally come to her as an embarrassing, idle fantasy was plainly mimicked before her… and by a statue, a template of femininity upon which she was doomed to place herself for all her future, virgin imaginings…

A very hard, wet part of John suspected this... and wanted to indulge her.