"Zivodane, when can we talk next?"
"I'm not sure, but whenever I'm free. Abigail's out of commission for a while, so it'd be better in a few days."
"Um… so, Zivodane… I mean… uh… th-th-that…"
Ferris stumbled over her words, as if something had caught in her throat.
"Is… s-sex… really… that… good?"
She asked in a faint voice, staring at the unconscious Abigail lying on the floor. Her face was bright red.
"It gets better with practice. Every woman I've held has ended up like that."
Ferris gasped, her eyes widening at the sight of my towering manhood.
"You'll find out soon enough when you have sex with someone, Ferris. I'm sure of it."
At my words, Ferris froze, her face flushing as if something had burst inside her.
Honestly, talking to Ferris has become genuinely fun.
Especially her reactions to risqué topics—they're hilarious every time. Maybe I'll tease her a bit more.
Lydia was watching Ferris with a tender, almost adoring expression, like she was a small animal.
"It's way better than that thigh job from earlier, I think."
Ferris flinched at my comment, her eyes darting around before she looked down, her ears and tail drooping. Lydia gave a thumbs-up behind her.
With Ferris knocked out of the conversation, I decided to ask Lydia something.
"Lydia, I forgot to ask earlier—can you read other people's memories?"
Abigail had been curious too, and now I was as well.
"Hmm, not yet. Even if I could, it'd only work once—the person's brain would break, and they'd become a vegetable."
She said it so casually, but it was terrifying.
"Could you brainwash someone, then?"
"Brainwash? Not exactly, but I could make them obey simple commands. Like, make them do what I say. Want me to try it on someone? Abigail, maybe?"
Lydia said it so nonchalantly.
…This is bad.
I'd been underestimating Lydia because of her appearance, but she's far more dangerous than I imagined. No wonder she attends that elite girls' school.
It's probably some alien advanced academy. Lydia and the other three girls must have incredible abilities.
"Is that what you mean by 'dominate'?"
I remembered Abigail mentioning the word earlier, so I asked.
"No, domination is completely different. Mine is just planting temporary strong affection to make them obey. Domination is way harsher—it's like a curse or a demon's contract, but more fundamentally different, a brutal soul rewrite. I don't know the details, but… you know about domination?"
"Domination, Zivodane," Ferris interrupted, her voice sharp. What's with her?
"During the war between the Demon Lord and the Hero, the Demon Lord summoned the 'Dominion Clan' from some far-off place called Agartha. Their power helped the Demon Lord's army annihilate the Hero's forces. After the war, they lived independently, but their power was considered taboo, called 'outer path.' But during the Demi-Human War, they suddenly turned against the Demon Lord's army, attacking humans and demi-humans indiscriminately, like they'd gone mad. No one knows why. They even attacked the Demon Lord's army, causing massive damage. The attacks on demi-humans stopped temporarily, and eventually, the Demon Lord wiped out the Dominion Clan. That was about twenty years ago. So, no one with that power exists anymore!"
She spoke so quickly, and I was confused by the details. Ferris stared at me with determined eyes, a spark in her gaze.
Lydia chuckled, hugging Ferris from behind.
"Ferris is such a good student. She wanted to impress her dear Zivodane, didn't she?"
"Stop teasing me, Lydia!"
Ferris playfully swatted at Lydia.
Interesting story.
So, no aliens with domination powers exist anymore, Abigail. You're overthinking it.
I placed a hand on the shoulders of the two girls, who were still peeking through the bars.
"Thanks for telling me. I'm out of time today, so let's talk again later."
I walked over to Abigail, towering over her. I had to tell her what I'd just learned before I forgot.
The girls were still watching us from outside the bars.
Might as well give them a good show. If they see how powerful Abigail is in a one-on-one match with me, they'll stop underestimating her. When disrespected, the best response is to prove your strength.
To avoid angering her later, I gently lifted Abigail, positioning her on her side with one leg exposed—a perfect view for the girls.
Abigail was still wet, so I teased her slit with the tip of my shaft, and my thick butcher lance slid easily inside her.
Play ball.
"Mmmph—ahh!"
My rigid member filled Abigail's passage.
Her smooth lower abdomen bulged, as if pushing up from beneath the bedsheet. I made sure the girls had a clear view.
I glanced at them—Lydia looked annoyed, biting her lip, while Ferris covered her mouth, staring intently at our union. Her eyes were wide with curiosity.
"Mmm… ahh… oooh… ahh!"
With each slow thrust, Abigail's honey pot dripped, desperate for my seed. I hadn't released inside her today, so she was starving for it. Her inner folds rippled, teasing my shaft, urging me deeper.
I extended my dark tongue, licking Abigail's ripe breasts. The little guys in my mouth cooperated, moving to the roof so I could reach further.
From the underside of her breast to her nipple, then up to her collarbone and ear—I savored every inch.
"Mmm… ahh…"
Abigail was ready. Her eyes glazed with desire, she spread her legs wide, showcasing her throbbing groin, inviting me deeper.
I pressed my weight into her, and with a soft squelch, my scorching rod sank into her, until our hips pressed tightly together.
"Ahh—ahh—ahh—ahh!"
Her pale body arched like a whip, and a sensual moan escaped her lips. Lately, when we're this close, her voice sounds less animalistic and more like a seductive mating call.
"Mmm… ahh… ahh… ahh!"
I resumed my piston-like movements, thrusting deep inside her.
With each heavy thrust, Abigail's breasts bounced, and I flicked her nipples with my tongue.
Abigail dug her nails into the floor, enduring my assault.
Just like I'd told Lydia yesterday, this is the ecstasy Abigail's experiencing now. Thinking about it makes my manhood twitch. I need to give her consecutive orgasms with my release.
With each relentless thrust against her hips, her passage vacuumed my shaft, desperate to draw my seed into her deepest core. A shameless, lewd dance of flesh, determined to consume me.
A sexual technique unique to her, capable of subjugating me.
"Mmm! Mmm! Ahh! Ahh—ahhhhhh! A-guhh! I'm—ahhhhhh!"
Her loud cry matched the rhythmic contractions milking my shaft.
Faster. Now. Deeper. Release it all. Her greedy, tender urging pushed me over the edge.
Again, Abigail's orgasm dragged my seed from me. In defiance, I crushed her breast with my tongue, creating a stalemate.
My brutal butcher lance impaled her to the hilt, and Abigail's body quivered in artistic beauty as her head arched back.
Without waiting for her orgasm to end, I resumed my thrusts. My pride lies in continuing even while releasing. It works wonders on Abigail.
The prison echoed with the lewd cries of a wanton woman.
"Ahh… no… wait… ahhhh… I'm… going… ahhhh!"
Once Abigail's voice turned sultry, I couldn't stop.
Enraptured by her greedily devouring my essence, I pounded her core with feral intensity. This time, on my terms, I'd taint her womb with my beastly seed.
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Mmmmm—"
I thrust deeply, releasing with force.
"Huh? Ahh—ahhhh—"
Abigail's eyes glazed, her mouth hanging open.
Her navel rose slowly with each pulse of my shaft, like pumping air into her.
Her face wore a blissful smile as her womb swelled.
With each act, she revels in the sacrilegious pleasure of consuming my filth—a true sexual monster.
"Haaah… haaah… haaah… mmm…"
I withdrew, waiting for her consecutive orgasms to end.
Thick, white fluid spilled onto the floor, pooling beneath us.
One win, one loss today.
To even our record, I need to win the next round—
Lydia and Ferris watched me release inside and outside Abigail three more times before leaving.
I tried being gentle today, but Abigail was still slightly annoyed by the end. She hated being watched in her moment of weakness.
I wish she'd accept this lifestyle, but she won't compromise.
Maybe her refusal to abandon her femininity is part of Abigail's charm.
I could only lick her cheek, begging forgiveness like a dog, while continuing to fill her like a beast.
Soon, Abigail was howling like a dog too, and we lost ourselves in our animalistic mating. Before we knew it, we'd made no progress on our discussion. As I watched the limp Abigail being taken away, I felt a deep regret.