A Faux Rose

What John had expected to find upon opening his eyes, amid the twitching pleasures and slithering flesh that transformed while pressed against him, was someone who had been at the forefront of his thoughts. He had contemplated the Venture natives; his mind had been so preoccupied with Tricia that he was still half-thinking about how to deal with her and Greenpaw; and if none of these were the qualifying attention-grabbers, then he expected one of the other women in his temple, those who had garnered the most of John's attentions: cute, immature Regan, now with child; Juniluny, now a mother; Tita, now an abomination of tentacles, hate, and fear of John's fertility after he bred an army of infants through her. Even Fairy... perhaps especially Fairy, his first summon, who seemed to resent him only as a thin facade at this point. If not them, then... Miles? He half-feared this prediction; the last thing he wanted to learn was him having some misunderstood, Freudian obsession with that giant-cocked woman. He also hoped for Lily to still be Lily, but the changing form and the growing height of the petite succubus told him that, at the very least, she was not going to remain in her precise dimensions.

He dared to open his eyes, and nearly concluded, by the lock of red hair before his eyes, that Miles had indeed been the winner...

But the hair was hair... hair, and only red rather than the spectrum of colors. It was lustrous, well-kept, and long as its owner usually had it. He glanced at the woman who nearly matched his height... and whispered, "What... are you doing?"

"It's alright, John," Moira whispered back at him with a bite of her lip and a press of her bountiful chest against him, "I'm free... and I'm yours."

A surge in John's chest as his immediate reaction was offense. Is Lily mocking me? Is she trying to...? But she had been very particular about what she was looking to pull from John's mind...

... and this was the right pull. His cock twitched at the mention of freedom; the illusion was too convincing, though John still didn’t quite know how to address the growing excitement at the base of his spine.

"I'm free from the Lady, John... and if you... inside me... I will be free forever." She shyly whispered her words; they dipped inaudibly when she reached the most embarrassing of them. But despite her human skin glowing red from cheek to ear, her eyes remained determined.

It had eaten at John since the heady days of thinking his stay at the Academy would become a visual novel full of hijinks with the Warden of the Golden Rose, among others. He had lost that growing line of lust or love with the warrior-girl of his school and had never been given the proper chance to reclaim it. It confronted him now in this perfect emulation: Lily had captured Moira down to even that air of noblesse oblige… even as she nakedly lusted for John, even as she promised herself, and even as she opened the gap in her thighs slightly to tuck John’s cock against her labia... that open, **** strip of forbidden genitalia.

John had not thought of Moira since arriving at Vantage... and now, he realized, it was an intentional avoidance. She had all but betrayed him; he nearly **** her, stole her people, disfigured her father, brought destruction to her home, and all to fight what John didn't understand: "the Lady of the Lake," wretched and alien as that **** seemed to John now. He had failed time and again to help Moira... and for a moment, perhaps a foolish one, he had believed her when she told him she was free. Was she? What whispers did she now hear from this beloved Lady? What kind of woman would he have to face once he returned-?

Yes... this is why John didn't want to think about her. It’s why he avoided that fish-girl or the other Order expatriates, innocent as they now seemed. But avoiding thinking about her only made him desire her more in the recesses of his mind. Moira could only give herself--and her power--to her husband. John had secretly wanted it… not for power over the Rose, but for the right to mate with the redhead once and for all.

But this wasn't Moira... even though she looked and sounded--even smelled--like the American princess herself. "Lily, you don't have to-"

"I am Moira Brighton,” she curtly declared, “first of my name, wielder of the Holy Shield, and now one-third master of the Order... and now, soon... your wife... and the mother of your daughter."

John shook his head… until he saw Moira’s smile begin to shrink. That’s right… this is our roleplay still, isn’t it? Moira--Lily, John had to remind himself--seemed to pause as if in self-doubt. Her confidence was wavering; John was breaking character. Not wanting to ruin it so soon for the little succubus, he was quick to pick his role back up. "Is that what you want? For me to..."

"You know how important this is to me," Moira muttered, her eyes cast to John's chest. "And I can't let just anyone take it. But I will choose who I give it to... and I want to give it to you. So you're going to do what I want to do, this time..."

John struggled with interpreting her words; could they not apply to both Lily and her new persona? Moreover, was this John’s fantasy now… or Lily’s? It’s fucking hot either way.. Both, John decided.

John let himself be absorbed in the fantasy as Moira parted from him for a moment and put both hands around his bare, left wrist. Wordlessly, the faux Rose guided her lover with eager tugs towards the pile of warped, makeshift beds. She turned from him, but the view was no less appeasing from behind, glowing and perfect as he remembered her. The Warden’s toned, bare ass shifted with extra emphasis; the underside of her left breast swayed in and out of his teasing view; and she never bothered glancing back.

Of course, Lily knew exactly what she was doing to him; the direct feed into his lusts made the entire matter child’s play, and the succubus finally had a confidence with handling her master that she never before possessed. She only turned to him when it came time to take him down to the earth with a tug, forcing him to fall onto the sheets. The awkward, lumpy pile left him in slight disarray, but that concern fell away as she fell to her knees... with one pinned against either of his hips. He was trapped underneath her... and, with a wet slide, her dripping sex trapped the tip of his cock. She grinded the lips of her nethers along either side of his most sensitive tip. John reached for his meat, ready to guide it in... until Moira intercepted his hand and, with her own, tucked his threatening cock downward. John stared in confusion as she sat upon it, hotdogging his cock in her slit as she smiled down at him... mockingly? "No," she ordered, "not until I know you'll do it right."

"I'll... I'll do you so fucking right-"

"I mean... the thing you want to do." John thought he knew this well enough... until Moira guided his hand, once denied, to her flat belly. "The fantasy only goes so far... if you can't actually give me your child, right?"

John blinked up at Moira, thinking he understood perfectly what she was saying.

He blinked again.

And slowly, painfully, embarrassingly, absolutely humiliatingly... he actually understood the thrust of what she was telling him.

His... appetite. For sex, certainly, but more centrally... more to the point of… No, no, that was… coincidence! He only recently lost his virginity, it’s more inexperience than… well, he’s got quite a bit of experience, so why does he keep…? The cycle of questioning spinning in John’s mind was urged on by the blunt honesty of Lily’s words… and so he came to the list of his alleged “coincidences.”

Alysha. Tita. Vanessa. Tara. Tricia. Juniluny. Zalla. Regan.

He never liked pulling out... because he liked the idea of-

No. That's not... But it is. It didn't come with a particular pain... but an awareness that was acute and agonizing in its depth. It was a precise blade, stabbed into the forehead of John's identity, an incision to let out the slippery mess waiting inside... the duality of messes, as it was for the poor Gamer. He rebelled against himself... and against the truth that was, and was not, his.

A fetishistic obsession with…? No, that was...

But... Don't I? Don't you?

It taxed John's thoughts to address it. Alysha and Tita were mere losses of control! Vanessa, a sort of punishment... Tara, to control her! Tricia, a moment of passion; Juniluny, an actual punishment. Zalla, a coincidence; Regan, a... another moment of...

You'd put a bastard in the angel if stone could bear fruit.

"It's alright," Moira cooed, "I know you now... and I know what truly gives you pleasure. So... do it."

"That's... huh... uh?" The Gamer was not prepared to address--much less discuss with the Golden Rose or her doppelganger--this part of him. It was... irresponsible, cruel, and... and carried out already in a legion of half-elves, a trio of half-halflings, and some yet unborn children. John continued to not be quite in the moment.

"Use your power... to make me fertile for you, and only you." Moira smiled serenely at the Champion of Gaia... and her hands continued to pin his against her belly while her cunt continued to pin his dick against his own thighs.

It was too surreal... too fantastical. But John couldn't deny what she was saying... not now that it had been so nakedly said, this truth he had conveniently ignored about himself. He didn't really... care about responsibility. He would do what he could... so he could do what he wanted. The Game had been a granting of his fantasies from the outset... and this was merely the next nearest hurdle for him to recognize. How far could he let his fantasies take him? How much did reality need to suffer for his vision for it?

It must suffer everything and all of it. The thought was again a foreign thing in his mind... but it was his thought. A miserable guilt flooded him as he tried to justify that selfish, ugly thought. But orders were orders… and his “master” had given him the one and only now binding him.

You begin using Sovereignty: Breeder's Authority (Compatibility) on Lily.

"It... takes... an hour."

"Then you'll stay here with me... like this... for one hour." Moira shifted her weight slightly... and did it again. Back... and forth. Tiny, incremental shifts as John focused on her belly... or at least, enough so the effect continued to glow in his interface. It represented itself as a small, white loading bar that began at the top of his wrist and slowly began its journey to wrap around his wrist until it reached its starting point. 1% ... 1.2%... shift... shift...

"You're... you’re rubbing me when you move… like..."

But Moira didn’t stop. The domed ceiling of the barrier framed her perfect hair and that satisfied, dominant glare she wore so naturally. "I'm going to masturbate you while we wait," Moira-Lily advised, "and you're going to let yourself cum... and I want you to cum. I want you to cum so much that you can’t stand it.” A twisted smile grew on the Warden’s features. John’s heart skipped a beat. “So set your libido… to maximum… to its absolute maximum.”

John blinked up at her in surprise... but her eyes were set upon him without doubt. When did she pick up on that functionality of Gamer's Drive? Was it because she was a succubus or...?

It didn't matter. He received his order from his "master," so his free hand went to his UI... and with a few flicks, Gamer's Drive was reversed.

"F-Fuck," John gasped as his hand trembled against Moira's belly. She growled her appreciation in return... and humped against his shaft even more enthusiastically. The head of his meat bumped against the bottom of her buttocks once, twice, and only three times before his body began to seize. "I'm-!"

"Do it," Moira ordered with a gasp. She rubbed her breasts and cooed as she felt his cum splashing half against her ass, half into the air to splatter on his own legs. John still came prolific volumes... and now, **** to soil himself as he was, that volume only increased his humiliation. His cum was hot until it was cold and discomforting... except it wasn't discomforting enough: his sensitivity had shot up so badly that he was hard and building another orgasm a minute later. Still Moira persisted in her **** of him... and still her hands occasionally drifted down to caress his enchanting fingers, to check that he was still using his power on her. Her eyelids fluttered as she moaned in ecstasy, "Soon... every drop... will be mine." She humped and slid along his well-oiled member, and such was how she kept him: pinned beneath her, a biological Sybian whose only vibrations were the occasional spurt.

The lustful glimmer in faux Moira’s eye told John she’d have it no other way. He was well and truly her prisoner, of a sort… and that feeling, even in this obvious roleplay, was new, exciting, and terrifying to John. He had been bound before, powerless before, victimized before. But now, by someone he cared for and hungered to fuck… it was a strange exchange of power and, against all odds, John the Summoner, John the Slaver, found himself enthralled.

About an hour later...

John no longer tracked his orgasms under Moira-Lily's ministrations; his legs were positively soaked, her ass was dripping with shot after shot of his seed, and neither party seemed to lessen their enjoyment of this humiliating affair. Moira-Lily's health had taken a precipitous dip while John struggled to keep up with it. She had lost all her temporary HP and another 300 of her actual health… but on her orders he did not send her back to the temple to re-summon her with fresh, expendable HP. Instead, John did his best to keep a careful watch in between spasms and nearly passing out with his effort to not throw her down and end this torturous play. Beneath them, the sheets had become a drowned mess; the entire chamber, cavernous as it was, was humid with their sweat.

Moaning, John watched the enchantment as it drifted nearer to itself: 98% became 99%... and then...

Sovereignty: Breeder's Authority (Compatibility) complete. Lily can now breed with humans.

Lily had taken from John... something like what she had instinctively wanted: his pleasure, his fluids, and so much of his attention that it was about to drive the Gamer mad. She could not drink his life essence, but she found a demonic satisfaction in taking everything else associated with her practice: he had whimpered softly for her, trembled helplessly, and obeyed like a proper **** must. She came on his cock again, once again lubricating their union; her entire body glistened with sweat as his glistened with mixtures of fluids. John could barely think past the image of her, dominant and masturbating him with her still-slick vagina, and she had reveled in the sheer bliss of it. Paragon Mind had locked back in an hour later as the interface had promised, and so Lily had lost her connection to his lusts... but it mattered not: she had taken her time and, with a studious intent, memorized every inch of John's sexual psyche.

So depraved, these humans be. Lily decided that would be a good line for a presentation, presuming she survived long enough to make one about her beloved new owner.

"It's... done," John whispered between gasping moans. It had taken so much willpower... such self-control as he had never executed for mere pleasure... to not throw Lily down and fuck her, the compatibility be damned. That willpower was shrinking by the second now... but John didn't have to wait anymore. She wanted to get pregnant? I'll impregnate the fuck out of her.

Moira-Lily caressed her abdomen in doubt... but she read the Game's interface just as he did, and she had no reason to doubt-

You used Sovereignty: Breeder's Authority (Fertility) on Lily.

Moira swallowed hard in surprise. This was, of course, an unexpected report: a succubus couldn't bear young, much less for a mortal. The entire fantasy was just to feed John's fetish, to master him sexually... so the slight tingle in Moira-Lily’s abdomen was, she was sure, just nerves as she tried to maintain the facade without the direct link to John's subconscious.

Of course, not even he could make a demon breed…

"Well done, John... now... finally..." Moira rose... and John's cock followed her upwards. "I want you to... lay there... while I make you a father." John's dick pressed against her entrance... and she remained there, refusing to impale herself on him, refusing his groping hands as they weakly tried to grasp at her thighs.

John was very nearly out of his mind with lust; he wanted nothing more than to fill this little harlot with babies after all she had done to him, after all the sullying of the sheets beneath his legs, after the fucking hour of foreplay...! "Please," he finally managed in one final effort to stay in character.

"Only... because I... ah...! Want it...!" Lily sunk onto John's meat... and another 40HP flew away from her. He hit a barrier... and Moira-Lily stopped, seemingly as shocked as John now was that even she had a...

"You're... really a..."

"W-Wardens are virgins!" she stammered in a **** cover-up. "When you... break this... seal... I'll become a mother... and you-"

"I'm coming-!"

"W-Wait-!" Lily's ultimate line wasn’t finished! But John's patience was.

With a growl John sat straight up, pinning the faux Moira's arms to her body as he bearhugged her... and squeezed her down and against himself with enough **** to break a human woman’s bones.

She had to say it before she lost her mind! "Master, I-!"Lily's pelvis creaked as John's member ripped and tore violently into her unsullied vagina, rending that satanic hymen to pieces, and bulging the walls of her vagina until he slammed against her newly minted womb. Lily, with tears of joy and no ability to keep up her facade, cried out in her voice, "I love you...!" Moira's body began to shrink and transform anew… and the shrinking cunt around John’s cock was the last, powerful milking he needed to finally blast her full of spunk. The copious amounts he came had not shrunk; this blast, too, made Lily’s tummy bulge slightly as her babymaker stretched under the sudden, flooding volume in her core.
Her transformation had reversed until, with a satisfied, hearty sigh, John was left caressing black locks of glossy hair, his fingers teasing fleshy horns, and his teeth biting the tender, red flesh of the frail neck he found. Lily's petite body had returned fully to its original form... and the lump in her torso marked where John's pulsing, impregnating cock had been firmly buried. John... had finally done it. Lily's tears burned against her and John's flesh simultaneously; he kissed a falling tear before she turned to try and intercept his mouth. Another 100HP flew away-

Right, priorities.

In a flash of purple light, Lily was unsummoned... and with impatient, immediate casting, John grand summoned her right back, once again with another host of false health to tank what he was about to do to her.

She appeared before him as he rose from the sullied sheets, now standing even as she trembled in sudden, confused horniness. "Master, I'm sorry I couldn't... keep up the-"

John grabbed Lily's head and shoved his tongue into her petite little mouth, probing it violently as his hands drifted down to pick her up by her thighs. Confused and satisfied and still crying from sheer joy, Lily lost another chunk of temporary HP until John slammed her body onto one of the warped tables. The sudden **** had surprised Lily, knocking the wind from her as a spurt of his cum burst from her slit; he soon plugged the hole violently with his cock, once again impaling her to the hilt as he slammed painfully against her cervix. Lily cried out in shock at this... but only increased her panic as he reached down and, with a tight fist, grabbed the base of her tail. The feeling of him handling it so roughly, tugging it down like a handle instead of an extension of her spine, filled her with a violent, ugly lust. He used that grip to animalistically thrust into her, his entire, inhuman strength going into battering her as her thighs stung with the **** of his fucking. The sudden **** was new, unexpected... and made her cum with equally unexpected eagerness.

John sat on the bench next to the table as he lifted her from the table, one hand on her tail and the other around her throat, as he liberally squeezed both while manipulating her like a fuckdoll. He grunted as he worked to satisfy himself with his secretary's body; Lily, **** and pained, could only barely manage her happy little squeaks until, together, the two violently came again. Again her birth canal, now dangerously fertile, was bathed in John's proven seed; John, satisfied, let go of Lily's tail and neck, now bruised with his violent love... and did something Lily was not physically prepared for.

His hands wrapped around her torso... and cupped her naked body to his so tenderly that she barely realized it was happening. He was cuddling her, his meat still anchored inside her, his sperm still impregnating her, and her tail and neck still stinging with his ****. Both were bathing in her sweat and tears and now drool as he planted soft, whispered kisses on the corners of her mouth. The affection was surreal, but welcome; Lily continued to shave health in spurts as she enjoyed every moment of pain, pleasure, and tender loving she had extracted from her master. She couldn't consume his life ****, even now... but another, more terrible satisfaction was filling her: the slow **** of a demon whose love was only growing with every tender caress, with every familiar tug...

She was his so absolutely as to make a mockery of what she was; she was not taking anything. She was giving everything. She didn't care. “Master,” she whispered.

“No one’s… made me feel that way,” John gasped as he rubbed her back. She rubbed him in turn, the two embracing in soft gasps and hugs as their flesh joined on every surface either body reasonably could. The heat of her red flesh made John warm; the wet embrace of her Master made Lily shiver with delight.

Out of the corner of her eye, she had only barely noticed him throttling his libido back down... though it did nothing to soften his meat as she continued to squeeze the life from it. "Lily..." John whispered.

"Yes, Master?"

"You're... right about me."

"I know, Master."

"Are you...?"

Lily met his gaze with a toothy, stupid grin. "Of course, Master; I wouldn't want you any other way."

He knew she wasn't reading his mind anymore... and yet... "You know... how I feel about it..."

Lily shifted hard, earning a gasp from John as he remained inside her, before whispering back, "And this... is how I feel about it, Master. I finally… oh Master, do you... still want m-uhh?" Her words became garbled as his tongue again found its home between her lips. He kissed her, long and deep and soaked in both the embrace of bodies and of tongues, and soon he was cycling her again with his summoning spell so that she might survive a few more hours of his attention.

When she was called again, he lowered her onto one of the few dry spots left in the barrier--a far corner of the cloth pile--and there the two gently spooned, exchanging soft kisses and mutterings as Lily explored, in her Master’s delicate touch, what a human affection might feel like.