Three months later.

“You did it!” She yells, then hugs you, her perfect breasts pressed into your face as she kisses your forehead. “Oh thank you, darling!”

Her gratitude would be enough, her smile, knowing you had made her happy, it was what made your life worth living. Her breasts, her body pressed against yours. . . Was any man as lucky as you?

“I think someone deserves a reward.” She says, twirling a finger in your hair. You smile right as she picks you up, throws you over her shoulder and slaps you on the ass. The strength serum worked so well, she carries you so firmly in her grip. She’s the worlds most perfect woman, gorgeous, powerful and brilliant, she’s the greatest super villain this planet has ever known.

She tosses you on the bed, you bounce on the mattress and can’t help but grin in anticipation. Maybe today she’ll let you cum inside. . . oh. Well, that’s okay too. You think as she secures the straps around her legs.

“I thought we’d go up a size, see how much you can really take, love.” She says as she lubes up the impressive dildo now fixed to her groin. You know what is coming next, but you don’t move, you know she likes to take charge, do it herself. She flips you over and pulls you to the side of the bed. She leans over and bites your ear lobe gently.

“I’m gonna make you cum with my dick.” She growls as you feel pressure on your anal sphincter. You can feel the girth of the newest dildo. You try your best to loosen up your muscles as she pushes her way inside.

It’s overwhelming, you grab the pillow and pull it to you, biting the edge of it to help ease the sensation.

“That’s it, take it like the slut you are.” She practically hisses. The stretch doesn’t feel the greatest, but you can tell how much she is into it, you know how good it must feel for her.

You distract yourself by thinking of the stimulus enhancement system inside the fake phallus, the nodes conveying the feeling of pressure and warmth directly to her nervous system.

Her pace picks up as the special lube begins to work, your endorphins rise and the pressure and friction start to feel good.

“Your gonna cum for me, little slut, aren’t you.” She hisses as a moan slips past your lips. She likes it when you fight her on that, when you try not to enjoy it. You shake your head.

“Lying little whore, we both know you want it. You want my cock in your ass, you want me to fill you, it’s all sluts like you are good for.”

The way she talks to you, the pressure on the inside of your erogenous zone, the endorphins from your specially designed erogenous lube, it’s too much for you. You are going to cum.

“Babe I. . . “ You get out through the moans.

“You greedy little slut, you don’t cum till I say. Do you need the cuff?”

“No, mistress!” You practically shout as you try to distract yourself, you won’t fail her. You think of the ocean, the clouds, dragons flying and swooping, anything to survive another second.

“Oh love, pleeeaaase!” You cry, fighting desperately to not disappoint her.

She gasps, pushes far into you, moans as her own orgasm hits. You smile to yourself, you made it. You didn’t cum before she did.

“Mmmhh.” She says, “Whose a good little slut?” You don’t answer aloud but inside your head you are shouting “ME! IT’S ME!” You held out, she is happy with you, if you are lucky. . .

“Fixing the stealth manifold, taking my cock so well. . . you really are a good boy today.” She strokes your hair as you say it, she flips you back over, touches your redesigned dick, you moan at her touch, still precariously close to the edge.

“You think you deserve my pussy today, slut?” She asks. You don’t know how to answer, how would she want you to answer?

“Please mistress, use this slut’s dick.” You say, hoping it works. Her smile tells you of your success.

“Yes.” She answers, “I think I will.” She lines up over your erection and slowly pushes down. It is heaven. Warm, wet, tight, the perfect woman’s perfect pussy.

“Don’t you dare cum.” She says.

FUCK! You are so close, she feels so good, but the last time you came inside her without permission it was months before you got to even feel her tits. Just the strap on, and she was relentless with it. You can’t cum, no matter what.

It’s so hard, you have to use all your tricks. You slow your breathing, do your Kegel squeezes as you count them out in your head. You close your eyes so you don’t look at her or her perfect tits. Your hands grip the sheets hard as you ride out several of her orgasms, you are going to do this, you are going to please your love, your mistress.

After an eternity of fighting yourself she slows down riding you, leans forward and whispers, “Now love, cum inside me, I want to have your baby.” Your eyes shoot open, is she really?

Her face is flushed, her hair messed, she’s glistening with sweat. She nods. That’s all it takes, you start thrusting your hips, the tension pushing over the top as your release finally approaches. You grunt as you push hard into her, explode inside her.

“Oh FUCK!” she screams as she holds you back, pressing your face into her breasts. You cum so hard your vision blurs.

“Good job love, take a rest, you deserve it.” You hear her say and smile. She kisses your cheek. “I’m going to head out for a bit now, the UN isn't going to blow itself up, after all. I'll pick up some ice cream on the way home. You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

You smile. Ice cream sounds nice. You just need to take a little nap first.