You don’t get a chance

The readings were erratic when finally you heard the glass shatter behind you. Turning sharply you saw that the Vixen Goddess had escaped her chamber, curled in a ball, the fluids dripping off her like semen on her skin.

“FREEEDOM” she roared flinging herself into the air, the ground shaking from her jump “I AM BORN”

There she was floating in her naked beauty, her breasts swaying softly as her hands caressed her skin with her hands groping herself “mmm this body, this power, so so good”

Cautiously you poked your head up from your hiding place, to which Siren turned sharply towards you. She smirked as she landed and strode to you, with a skill that was superior to many models on a catwalk. Her ass in particular had drawn your attention with how it swayed in perfect rhythm. She seemingly had no issues with her exhibitionism, rather, if the dripping on the carpet was any indication, she was embracing it.

“Are you John Doe?” she demanded, her voice deep and tempting, being taller than you she had bent at her waist to look you in the eye.

You gulped, you hadn’t expected this confidence from her “yes that’s me”

She laughed, it was one of a villain but had an element of gentle mirth to it “don’t be shy, I’m not going to hurt you. That’s not why you created me is it?” she asked gently but still amused.

“Umm”

“Aww your shy. Well we can’t be having that can we? What kind of villains will we be if you start stuttering at the sight of a naked woman?” she asked “and I’m expecting you to be the brains of the operation here”

She was on your side, phew... “so you’re okay being a villain”

In response she simply caressed your check “baby I want to be a villain. I want to be your villain. I’ll steal for you, kill for you, enslave for you. I love the idea of doing anything for you. I was a bit impatient baby I just couldn’t wait” she explained, her voice deep and husky.

“So you’d be willing to do whatever I want?” you ask, you’d been anticipating this day for months yet it was surreal in person.

“Yes, I guess that makes us partners, or would you prefer a different relationship” she asked “and what would you like me to call you? Baby? Master? Just John or seeing as you created me perhaps Daddy will be appropriate? It’s your choice”