Calling for a day-off

As the morning delicately came, Markus felt tightly/warmly held; quite a pleasant experience really. He stirred awake, his face in a massive rack, and a girl's hard abs trailed against his chest, her strong arms restraining him even in their rest.

Markus sighed at his fucked dreams of domination. All his intents with the gate were in line with 'a thick dominant muscle mommy', yet his intents for himself were what it couldn't effect. Expecting a bitch like that to not completely dom him when unleashed was like expecting himself to fly; he simply lacked the capability to do so.

Being shielded in the emasculating embrace, he could be honest with himself; he could see where this was heading. He'd pump up his ego with random sluts, yet with his overpowering tastes in mind, his ego would get knocked back down whenever he hadn't weighed things excessively in his favor.

The hentai-slut would've been smacking her fat ass on him, eager to take his load and move onto the next customer to pay for minutes on her phone bill. The cat-burglar would've strung his arms up and toyed with him like a dildo hanging on a string. The shower tests would have a high range and speed to toy with him at no cost, and the same could be said for the super heroine ferally bouncing around before pouncing, much like the first cat-girl would.

All the opportunities of being used flashed through his brain.

Of course the thought of what the psycho-clown could've done shook him as well; seeing as he didn't know the previous owner's intents fully. While he could name all the characters he pulled over, and even the one he didn't, that felt against his desire for disposable fuck-dolls. He agreed with what was likely the previous owner's insight to settle on characters just to get all the motifs they wanted in a neat package without the personal investment in creativity.

The muscle-girl snapped awake with immediate alertness to any motion, staring down at Markus disdainfully. She flipped up her eye-patch to check him out with her magic seeing eye, getting more pissed that the only pool of energy he had was concentrated on what seemed to be an artifact. Tracing a similar bond of energy had her spy an invisible tether linking a choker around her neck to the entryway she came from.

Markus got shoved out of his own bed as her heat took hold again, the Merc went to rubbing her pussy and biting her lip. Her gaze traded between Markus and the gate, deciding whether to keep fucking the closest guy or see if she could find better dick within the same distance back home.

She mused that Paul was able to find out her weak-spots and leave her ever defeated in the only way he could; by fucking her. Markus lacked that talent, seeing how she was just too much of a turn-on for him. The sight of his morning wood nearly had her in a full frenzy again, though, but seeing him keep his distance she restrained herself clutching at his sheets.

He retreated, leaving the intimidating broad unsatisfied. He saw two paths to escape the cycle he felt looming over him. The easiest path was to just embrace any pussy that came his way and enjoy the feeling of himself getting milked by the overpowering women that got him hard. The other way was to deny a bit of his taste, and to call up only babes that could be so overwhelmingly submissive despite the intense lust Markus selected for; keeping him trapped within a bubble of such restraint.

After being humbled, Markus felt a bit embarrassed to use the eager holes kept locked in his shower, likely tired from their sustained position. However, he was horny and went to working his morning wood into them, just before they abruptly got sucked back towards their world around the 24th hour mark of their arrival. Feeling denied and horny, as if from karma, he gave up on making another gate and just tossed himself back to bed in surrender.

His first load of the day was taken without any meaningful input from himself. Even approaching and pressing into the feral woman from on top, didn't change the lack of control as her firm limbs wrapped around him and worked his cock in and out with the weight of his entire body. He enjoyed the tits in his face, the embrace, and certainly the wet, hot, pussy clenching his cock with the owner's tight musculature intense even down there.

Being used still had the fun of being milked, so once he nutted and she released him, he rolled back into bed beside the panting amazon.

"I might as well stay here for the duration of my mating season" She curtly sighed out, settling on limiting her sluttiness this way even if her instincts wanted her on the prowl for other mates.

Markus racked up a ton of paid-time-off before his transfer, so seeing as his 'proposed-routine' was flawed, he called work and asked for a day-off from his apathetic boss that had little care for the corporation itself. After receiving a passively given approval, Markus began brainstorming for solutions.