Hyper-Compatibility.

Your blood boils in your veins. In front of you, all you can see is the smug smirk of the bitch who made your life this fucked up version of hell.

These few lines of text have effectively rendered your contract null and void, and just from the feel of the ink, you can tell that this had been finalized yesterday. Meaning that you have just definitely impregnated every single woman in the building below.

Seeing your lack of reaction, Selas approaches you. "What's the matter, boy? Oh, maybe I shouldn't call you that anymore. How about Pops? Or Daddy?"

Cracking like lightning, your hand whips around her throat and yanks her down. She manages a yelp of surprise before gagging loudly as you try to send your cock straight through her entire digestive system. An intense series of calculations, that lasted only a nano-second, concludes that the only way of getting her to fix whatever she's done, is to completely overwhelm her and make her subservient to you. And there's only one way you can do that.

But of course, she's not going to make it easy for you. Curling her spine impossibly backwards, she wraps her tail around your neck and rams her rear end into your face. Splaying her legs open and locking them behind your head, her lower lips wink at you, and you hear in your mind, "Fill me up with your babies, Daddy."

Thoroughly pissed off at how infuriating this woman is, you cram your face into her slit, take her clit in-between your teeth and snarl. The vibrations travel all the way along her body and back into yours, but you force yourself to counter it by thrusting your hips, driving your cock further up her throat. Freeing one hand, you reach out and squeeze a breast hard.

A light spray of liquid coats the back of your hand. "Ooh look at that! I'm already making milk!" Selas squeals in your mind, while her throat muscles are happily massaging every inch of your cock. "Oh, come on Daddykins! Let's get started on some nasty, dirty, baby-making fucking!" Turning to mist in your grasp, she removes herself from you, only to reappear a few feet ahead of you, completely naked. Biting her lip, she beckons you over with her finger, before flapping her wings furiously, zipping away at breakneck speeds. "But first, you're going to have to catch me!"

Oh, how you hate this woman.