Emily's Enjoyment

Emily grabbed my cock, “Omygosh I soooo want a picture of this,” she said. Before I could protest, she added ,”Don’t worry, I won’t show your face.” She grabbed her purse and withdrew her phone to line up a picture, showing me there was nothing to indicate my identity in it at all. “This thing is crazy, Whistler… You’d be more popular if you sent pics of it.”

“I thought girls hated that,” I responded, genuinely confused.

She scoffed, “Girls hate poor, ugly guys with small dicks,” she clarified for me, “You’re wealthy, hung, and not ugly. Work out and keep on your looks, and you’ll be a real catch.” I guess she’s the teacher now.

It was a strange feeling to have this girl at my knees appreciating my penis like it was some kind of national treasure like this. On one hand, I felt an **** pride in seeing her awe and knowing that few guys got to experience this. On the other, it was extremely superficial in both the literal sense and in the sense that I had just manufactured this feeling before she arrived.

Emily opened a condom and attempted to place it on my member. The sensation of her hands on it and the rubber was extremely visceral… only there was an issue.

“Uh, Emily? The condom is a bit small.” I said, awkwardly. It was stretched thin and didn’t get very far down my dick. I’d actually wager that in the moment it would slide off, and if that was inside her it could be bad. She scowled, then bit her lip. “You don’t happen to have any condoms, do you?”

I shook my head, “Sorry. I was relying on yours since you showed them earlier.”

Emily sighed, “I didn’t think your dick would be big.” She looked at my eyes, “Sorry, Whistler.”

Samira started laughing, “You’re not going to let this stop you two, are you husband?” I looked her dead in the eye before she continued, “She’s clearly waiting for you to decide to fuck her anyway. Don’t puss out.”

I looked down to see Emily start to stand up, before I grabbed her wrist, and moved her to the bed, “Then we do it raw.” I said, smiling.

Disgust painted Emily’s face, “Please, Whistler. I’m here for an A. I’m not looking to get pregnant.”

I push her back onto the bed, eliciting some struggle and fear from her, “‘Please’ back at you, Emily. You expect me to believe you’re not on birth control?”

The mask cracked, and the smirk reappeared on her face, “Would it have stopped you if I told you I wasn’t?” It was freaky, but hot how she was able to move between facades like that.

“Well, maybe.” I replied, and went in for a kiss. My tongue slipped past lips and lip gloss until it found hers. She was quite the kisser, her tongue danced with mine as she flexibly reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. I backed up to let her do it, revealing her cans to me. They were pretty big. Not nearly as big as Samira’s, but hey, Samira’s a literal fantasy woman. Emily on the other hand lives here in the real world. I slid off her panties to reveal her shaved privates. I raised an eyebrow, and she nodded in response.

I lined myself up and pushed inside, ‘Ohmygoodd……” she said, looking upward to keep her composure. Neither of us were used to my size yet, but we’re animals with instincts. I kept going and going, until I bottomed out with a thud.

She was breathing heavily now, and I felt great. I wonder if I had more nerve endings in this thing now that it was bigger… I shook my head. I had a mission here. My goal was to finish Fuck Me Silly here and now. I need to make her cum hard before letting loose myself. I cracked my neck, and pulled out to her entrance.

“Here we… go!” And pushed in, quickly and forcefully, shaking the bed and causing my student to moan. She was either loving this or an incredible actress.

I laid over her, jetting in and out, holding her right leg over the left side of my waist to get a good angle, and pistoned out the best I could. The sensation was sublime, millions of years of evolution and every one of my ancestors felt this exact feeling. I must have had a big dumb smile on my face. Emily started humping me back as well as she could.

Something caught the light in front of me. Samira was floating on the other side of the bed, staring at Emily with a subdued smile on her face. I kept pace but was slightly bothered by the way my wife was watching me fuck this girl.

I refocused down on Emily, and saw she was bright red. Flushed, and her humps were getting less enthusiastic. I’m not an expert, but I deduced she was close to her limit. I wasn’t too far off either, but I was confident I’d outlast her.

I sped up, trying to stimulate as much of her parts as I could, she was biting her lip and making pleased sounds, and before long her eyes rolled back and she released her jaw to make the classic ‘O’ face. “Fuck YES!” She called out. When she opened them again suddenly, she… she literally developed heart pupils. I didn’t think I was hallucinating, this must be what a conquered heroine looks like. I was exceedingly turned on by that, and kept pumping a few more times before dumping my load inside. A bad idea, but logic wasn’t in my mind at the time.

I collapsed next to Emily, and my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I looked around the room and saw that Samira was missing, so I picked up the phone to see a new (expected) notification from the Conqueror’s Companion.

STATUS: Interested -> Conquered

ACTIVE QUESTS:

Quest Complete: Fuck Me Silly

• Reward: Heroine Conquered!

New Quest: Tame the Bitch Queen (CONQUEST)

• Change the Bitch Queen’s STATUS to Tamed
• REWARD: New Skill for Conqueror.
• REWARD: Size Queen -> Size Servant

And those were the updates to Emily, but not all of the updates.

Congratulations! You have Conquered your first heroine! As a reward, the glossary and tooltip features, as well as the Conqueror’s Page have been unlocked. Continue the Conquest!

So apparently there was a level of Conquest beyond Conquered? That’s annoying, confusing but more so it’s concerning. Samira was only Conquered, not Tamed. I opened the Glossary. It was a list of words, most of which were grayed out and replaced with ‘????????’. I guess I hadn’t encountered those yet. But every word that was shown to me is one I’ve seen inside the three profiles I’ve unlocked.

I clicked on ‘Conquered’ to get a proper understanding of what it meant,

‘Conquered: This heroine is unable develop romantic and sexual inclinations to anyone besides the Conqueror. They are increasingly weak to the powers of The Immaculate One.’

So, Emily belongs to me now… the die is cast. I’m officially a monster of a kind. Still, to think she’d reach this state after one round of sex. Either she’s really easy to impress or I have been given some kind of boost. And apparently Samira can use additional magic on her? I’d have to ask her about that later.

I backed into the main glossary and selected ‘Tamed’.

‘Tamed: This heroine knows in her body and soul that she belongs to, and is beneath the Conqueror. His desires come first, second, and third. She is no longer a person, she is a conduit by which the Conqueror imposes his will upon the world. She will enact his commands unflinchingly. This should be the ultimate goal of every heroine, but is usually impossible through normal means.’

That’s… about what I expected. it’s more of what I had in mind when I read ‘Conquered’ anyway. I’ll have to get used to the distinction. I guess that means Samira isn’t Tamed. But.. she also doesn’t have a Conquest quest. It was disconcerting. I wondered if Samira was untameable, or worse, if End of the Sub was her taming quest.

I shuddered at that thought. If that was the case, then if I manage to unseal A Sub Too Far, Samira would become less than a person on a mental level. According to the Companion, that’s what I’m supposed to do to my heroines, and Samira was listed there… I sighed, I’d rather not think of the implications. I had had Samira for less than a day at this point.

“Wow…” came a voice to my right. Oh, right. Emily was still here. I was so caught up in the Companion that I had forgotten I was laying next to one of my students, “That was fuckin’ crazy, Whistler…” She propped herself up on her elbows, her sweaty body glistening in the low light of the apartment. Her eyes had returned to normal.

I sat up and closed my phone. I decided the way to keep her interested is to play it down, “Sorry I finished so fast,” I said, knowing that apparently no guy had ever made her cum before himself, “I don’t often sleep with girls as attractive as you, Emil-I mean Ms. Wheeler.”

“Woah woah woah,” she scoffed, sitting up and combing her hair with her hand, “First of all, if any teacher has the right to call me ‘Emily’, it’s you. Besides, it didn’t stop you a minute ago. Second, if that’s you on an off-day, make sure to call me when you’re bringing your A-game.”

She looked down and saw my boner was already coming back, “You’re crazy, Whistler. Guys are supposed to stay down; you take something before I got here?”

I shook my head. I, too, was surprised… ah. Samira. The wish about being more efficient. That little minx must have shortened my refractory period. I decided to roll with it, “Don’t be shy, Emily. You did ask for extra credit.”

She began cackling, “God, that was soooo corny,” and knelt on the floor, “I liked it, though.” She tied up her hair with a rubber band produced seemingly from nowhere, and rubbed her breasts against my member briefly before giggling and kissing it. I’d like genuine paizuri one day, I think. But this looks to be a blowjob forming…

Emily licked my member from stem to tip, causing an electric response in my spine, “My turn, Whistler. I got shit that ain’t on the rubric.” And she **** my cock into her mouth. It went deeper than I had anticipated. I could tell she wouldn’t be deep-throating willingly, but I was enjoying what I was getting. She repeatedly went back and forth, dancing her tongue around my entire girth every ‘cycle’. It was formulaic, but it felt wonderful.

Maybe because I was still recovering from my last nut, but this one was coming fast. I didn’t think, I just wanted to cum, so I grabbed her head and went as deep as I could; well into her throat, and released. I withdrew immediately, and she coughed lightly. I was concerned, but she was smirking, “Prick. Warn me next time.” She giggled, “Delicious.”

I chuckled at her response. She stood up and got dressed, pecking me on the cheek as she did, “I’ll def be coming back… Shane. Need to get my English grade up, too.”

She began to walk to the door and I called out to her, “I’d appreciate it if you deleted the recording in your pen, by the way.”

She spun around, stunned, “How di-”

“Please,” I scoffed, “You expect me to believe you carry around a thick ball-point pen like that?”

She was a little embarrassed, and rubbed her shoulder a bit. She then meekly asked, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

I shrugged and slipped on a shirt and underwear, “I figured you wouldn’t sleep with me unless you recorded it, so I let it slide. Your phone was different, that backs up to the cloud.”

“You’re going to let me take it with me?” She asked again, protecting her purse. I was relying on the ‘Conquered’ status at the moment to save my ass.

“Yes and no,” I replied, smugly, “I won’t take the pen from you. I want you to delete the recording yourself.”

“Why should I do that? Are you going to hold my grade hostage?” She flipped her hair. Hair that was very recently sprawled over my bed, gyrating with it. I love that hair.

“No, I won’t,” I said flatly, “In fact, I’m going to give you an A in both Ethics and English. I won’t hold your grade hostage at all.” I walked up to her slowly.

She was suspicious, now, “What do you want in exchange?”

“Nothing,” I said breathily, getting in close, “I won’t **** or beg. You’re going to come back here to fuck me and you’re going to do it for free.”

She licked her lips and fried her voice, “Oh, Whistler. Or should I say Shane?” The confidence in her eyes returned, “If that’s all, then I’ll be by whenever you want.” I went in and gave her a real kiss this time. She was a bit shorter than me, so I had to lean, but it was worth it yet again.

She pulled out her pen and held a button for several seconds, “Done. Recording deleted. I’ll be back tomorrow, yeah?” And she opened my door, leaving and smelling freshly of sex.

I went to the shower. I would be up all night having just woken up, so I didn’t relish being sweaty anymore.

Samira walked down the stairs of Shane’s apartment building out to her car. What a rush, blowing her husband like that. He was lucky she was in control and not Emily. She bit down on the last guy that tried to throatfuck her. Samira wasn’t sure if Emily would have done that to Shane, though. After all, Emily was conquered by her teacher. A magic brought about by his contract with The Immaculate One. He fucked her so good that unless a powerful magic changed things, Emily would never again think of anyone as a potential mate except Shane. And that magical connection between Djinn and Master allowed her to ride that similar connection between Conqueror and Concubine. That thirst would fester and she would eventually choose to be his own personal servant, willfully foregoing any hope of a normal romance or normal life just to stay by his side.

Samira chuckled with Emily’s voice, “Delicious.”

She had a few things to do in this body. First, she’d go to Emily’s home and cast some magic that she couldn’t do without a body, then she would masturbate, and finally make up some memories for Emily. The last thing Samira needed was for her first vessel in millennia freaking out over being possessed for half a night. Emily will remember blowing Shane, remember him calling her out over the pen, remember willfully erasing the pen’s recording, remember going home, taking a shower, jilling herself to her new man, and going to sleep. She’ll wake up the next day thoroughly on her way to becoming a collared ****.

And so ‘Emily’ arrived at home, went up to her room, and went to work.

The Paranormal Closure Agency’s Watchpoint was obvious, by design. Anyone looking in would think that they were seeing a poorly disguised CIA field house, not so. The PCA intentionally wanted people to think they were such low clearance like the CIA, it was misdirection. Keep people thinking the CIA actually dealt with anything important.

No, the PCA Watchpoint was here for two reasons. First, because this city was the biggest population center in driving range of North America Containment Station 87. Bad actors in the endangered Paranormal community loved blending into the populace. Gone are the days of witches living in the woods, now they’re very good about hiding in plain sight. Holding barbecues, giving away candy at Halloween, buying girl scout cookies. And in every major population center there are always Paranormists seeking to prey on the innocent.

The second reason the Watchpoint is here is that there was a Priority 2 sighting here in a park several years ago. A high powered threat that if unchecked could bring disaster. And yet it had vanished as they had entered town, and went silent. The PCA has stayed in the nearest community to said park ever since.

Agent Brown itched at his eyes as he looked into the interrogation room. The woman therein was trained in the PCA’s methods of resisting all methods, practical and paranormal, of extracting information. She had closed herself off from the world.

For an entire day they had been grilling former Agent Sepia of where she took the Lamp of the Immaculate One. The Lamp didn’t emit a single magical signature and thus they had no concrete method of locating it. And for that entire day, former Agent Sepia had resisted all attempts to extract that information from her mind.

‘Agent Sepia’ smirked to herself. Too long she had to deal with the ridiculous incompetence of the PCA. They had no way of knowing she’d left it with an Ordinary citizen. It was far too valuable for that. Though unlikely, its awesome power could only be brought out by a suitable person, and there was no way some Ordinary teacher from the sticks could make a contract, but he’d of course try. She was content with that. If she ever got out of here (not likely), she would thank him for holding onto it for her. Even if her people never retrieved the Lamp for the remainder of history, she could rest easy that no one, especially the PCA, would ever be able to use it.

So she would endure any interrogation to make that happen.