I was starting to get a good sense of Sophia's mood and temperament, so it wasn't much of a surprise that after having so firmly established her dominance over me in her mind - imagine whoring out your girlfriend to a dozen other men, it makes it very clear who is the boss - she became very affectionate with me again.
Well, as affectionate as she could be. It was more like she was pawing at my body and fucking me whenever she felt like it. If I'd been a guy from this world, that probably wouldn't have seemed very affectionate, but as a guy from my world, it was just really fun to get fucked and groped by a hot and eager girl like Sophia.
After Sophia had dragged me over to her place for a booty call and fucked me for an hour and a half, she'd given me a smack on the ass and told me to get out of her house before her mom got home. (Again, fun for me, probably most guys would have been much less happy about it.) I wound up missing my stop on the bus and having to walk much longer than I'd originally intended, and through unfamiliar terrain to boot.
It was on the way home that I saw a beagle limping along meekly by the side of the road. It drew my attention, and then I saw that it wasn't just limping - it looked like it had been pretty savagely mauled, and I could see clotted blood in its fur. I wasn't exactly a dog person, but still... I came up on the dog, squatting down next to it as it skittered away, looking afraid of me. "Come here, boy," I said, softly, holding my hand out for him. I could tell he was a boy by that point, for obvious reasons. I didn't want to just run him down, in case he would bite me, so I was gentle and coaxing. When he finally came close, I gingerly scratched him under his mouth, and he just stared up at me.
"What are you doing?" Came a sharp, female voice. I turned to look. The girl had a stocky build, short auburn hair, her muscular figure somewhat visible despite her choice of heavy jacket and boots that should have obscured it. Her facial features weren't particularly beautiful, but she had a sort of ferocious, appealing aesthetic. The only problem with it was that that ferocity was currently pointed my way, her head lowered slightly, her lips curled back in what was unmistakably a snarl.
I could also sense that she was a parahuman, her power appearing around her in the form of an aura like raw meat, thick and grey and with strange bonelike spurs protruding. I could see through it to notice every detail underneath, but I had literally never seen such a blatantly threatening aura as hers. Even Victoria - who probably could have crushed my throat with her bare hands - hadn't looked like that.
"I was trying to help this dog," I said, moving slowly away from him. He let out a whine, pulling away from me and the woman both. "A-ah, do you know where a shelter or a vet is?"
Her expression shifted. Rather than leaning forward with a near-snarl, her back straightened, and her mouth shut tight. Her eyes shifted from me back to the dog, then finally she seemed to accept my words. She reached into her pocket for a doggy treat, holding it out - instantly, the dog came towards her, and she gently fed it into his mouth, scratching him behind the ears as she looked him in the eyes. "Looks like he got in a fight with some big dogs," she said, continuing to scratch at his ears. "Let's get you to a vet, okay, boy?"
She straightened up, then, reaching into her pocket and retrieving another doggy treat, using it to coax the dog into following after her as she took it to the shelter. She gave me a brief look as she walked, a tilt of her head and a click of her tongue that told me to follow her, and given the aura she was exuding (both the literal aura of her power, and the figurative aura of ferocity), I followed after her.
Maybe Sophia really was training me well, to respond so quickly and obediently to another powerful woman. Or, more likely, I was just aware of the fact that this woman could probably kill me and decided that discretion was the better part of valor.
Once she'd handed the dog over to a vet that she knew by name, she dragged me into a supply closet with her, closing and locking the door behind her. She approached me, sniffing at me. With how close she got, I actually wound up peeing myself a little. Just a droplet or something, but enough to add a note of humiliation onto fear. After a couple seconds, she nodded to herself as if completely satisfied with what she was smelling. "Take off your clothes. We're gonna fuck." Even as she spoke, she started taking off clothes, revealing toned muscle and abs and petite but perky tits.
Now, I had, previously, learned a very important lesson about how Sophia felt about me cheating on her with strange girls. However, I justified my decision to myself in this manner: this was pretty much rape. I didn't have any choice in the matter. She'd never asked for my opinion, and her power would probably let her rip me limb from limb or something. I was afraid for my life, and that's not just me saying it. I started to get undressed, and her nose sniffed at the air again. She didn't smile, but she clearly was enjoying the sight, if the way her eyes ran across my body were anything to judge by.
She leaned down towards my cock, actually getting on her knees in front of me right then, sniffing at it. Somehow that was more erotic than if she'd just taken it in her mouth outright, the way her fingers gently grasped my base as she moved around, nostrils flaring with each deep breath. I did notice that there was a very tiny wet spot on the front of my underwear, and not from precum. She just seemed to actually like the smell, though, her nostrils flaring wildly in front of my dick, drinking in the scent of it.
"Yeah, you're in heat," she said, rising to her feet immediately, pushing me down onto my back without the slightest hesitation. She soon straddled me, teasing my cock at her cunt, and just jammed herself right down my length without the slightest hesitation, taking me to the base in a heartbeat. I groaned in pleasure at the feeling, jerking a little as she held herself down on me, her tight cunt squeezing and gripping and caressing my length, making my whole body twist and buck beneath her. "You're a good boy," she said, reaching down for my ear, scratching at it as she rode me. "Good boy," she panted out, starting to really hump me, pounding up and down my cock with rough, hard movements.
Her pussy was incredibly tight. It reminded me most of Sophia's, but the muscles were even stronger. Every clench of her insides made me feel almost like my cock was just going to explode right then and there, and my fingers absently clawed at the floor beneath me. I just gasped and panted, my whole body twisting beneath her, undulating from side to side. She just went at it, riding me with reckless abandon, seemingly not even caring how I felt. It didn't take long for her to come for the first time, just letting out an animal pant as her insides clenched down on my cock.
I realized I didn't even know this girl's name. Or her cape name. I just clenched every muscle in my body, straining not to unload inside her as she bucked her hips wildly, ecstasy running through her whole body, her nipples hard, her body slick with sweat. She didn't even really stop for her orgasm - the moment the first couple squeezes had taken place, she was rutting like crazy again, pounding up and down.
When she finished coming, she leaned forward over me, close enough I thought she was going to kiss - but no, she just stared down on me, her lips slightly parted, her tongue flicking out at the air, heavy pants accompanying a slow trickle of saliva as she literally drooled on my face. The moment after a few speckles of spit had hit my cheek, she leaned forward, licking them up hungrily, humping me even harder in the moment as her tongue just started to go wild, running all along my body.
I'd obviously had sex with uninhibited girls in the past in this world, but this was something entirely different, and it actually was enough to push me over the edge, making my hips buck as I just let go inside her with a long groan of pleasure, my fingers coming up to dig into her thighs as I came, hard, inside her.
When I was finished, I fell slack against the floor again, breathing heavily as she stopped her licking, staring down at me with a seductive leer. She got off me, which almost made me think she was done - then she shifted around, getting on her hands and knees, that muscular ass of hers presented to me in such an inviting fashion. When I didn't immediately get up, she spoke up, her voice sharp and almost angry. "Fuck me, come on," she half-snarled.
I hurriedly rose to my feet, still intimidated, and slammed into her sex without a second thought, just starting to ram into her with the same intensity she'd been giving me earlier. It felt really good, the tight caresses of her inner walls, and she pushed back against me, working extra hard to squeeze her inner muscles around my dick. She made animalistic noises, almost like barks, as she slammed back into me again and again.
Unlike with Sophia, there wasn't much of any power play implicit in anything she was doing. There was nothing "sadistic" or "rough" that was obviously intended to provoke fear or establish dominance. For all her forcefulness, she was just fucking me like her life depended on it. I realized, then, that she had clearly misread the signals and thought I was interested in doing things with her, rather than that I had simply been intimidated and worried she might hurt me.
Maybe I was in the wrong for keeping going after that realization, but in for a penny, in for a pound. My fingers gripped her hips, pounding away as I furiously fucked into her, leaning over her. She tilted her head to one side, presenting the supple flesh of her neck to my teeth, and I took it as the invitation it was, nibbling lightly at the crook of her neck as I rampaged wildly inside her cunt, just jamming it in over and over, the wet noises of our rough fucking filling the room.
She groaned in pleasure, pushing back into me, her own expression one of animal pleasure. Her tongue actually was hanging out of her mouth as she panted, the kind of erotic expression you normally only see in hentai (and here, in hentai on boys). It just pushed me on to make her feel even better, and I started to draw on her power, slowly filtering it out of her body. It felt amazing for me, and she pretty much immediately came, gasping and bucking her hips back up into me as her cunt convulsed around my cock.
She kept doing her best to keep fucking me, though - when her orgasm subsided, she rammed herself back into me, slamming her muscular buttocks against my hips as I fucked into her. I had a lot more endurance than I would have had before Amy did her little thing, so I was just going at her like a wild animal, doing my best to sexually exhaust her. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as her body bounced back and forth, and even with my ability to quickly bring her off by using her power, she had a lot of endurance herself.
She came, again and again, on my cock. Her cunt clenched down, hard, almost wringing my cock out, and I'd wind up spraying another thick load inside her from time to time. She never seemed to stop, though. No matter how many times she came, she'd keep pumping back into me, almost howling in pleasure as we fucked in that room for what felt like hours. Sometimes, I'd think I had finally started to seriously exhaust her, as her sweat-drenched body collapsed forward onto her elbows, leaving her ass in the air and giving me a better angle - but within a few minutes, she'd be back up again, seemingly completely fine.
I was starting to sweat myself, my hair sticking to my face here and there as I kept going. I clawed at her body, squeezing her modest but firm tits, groping her ass, gasping as my hips just kept ramming into her. I felt dehydrated, my balls felt drained, but she was still going, even when I mostly just wound up slumping over her, my cheek pressing against her back, my arms dangling over her sides.
She didn't care that I was exhausted, though. She was getting what she wanted still - my cock was, impossibly, still hard, despite the fact that I must have come at least five or six times by that point. She kept going, rutting back into me, squeezing her muscles around my cock. She even started to speak a little, saying words to encourage me to keep hard, to keep conscious, to start fucking me again.
It wasn't quite what you'd expect, though. "That's a good boy. Stay hard for me. That's all you have to do. Just stay hard. Keep that cock nice and hard." I started to buck, almost absently, a final expenditure of my last reserves. "Good boy. Ah, ahn, awooo!" She actually howled like a wolf at that point, coming hard on my cock once again, her muscles clenching down on my cock as she drained my brain right out through my pelvis.
Her words went on like that. "Good boy. Good boy. Keep going. Fuck me. Keep on doing this, that's it, good boy." Even though I by this point was pretty much just a limp thing dangling over her body, not meaningfully contributing to the sex, she kept up the compliments, as if they were the only way she knew to keep me conscious. When I would occasionally use my power on her, I'd get a jolt of energy, but it was more psychological than physical, so soon enough I'd be dangling back down over her again, using her body like it was my personal (very bouncy) bed as she just kept going. Despite the fact that I was on top, she was the one doing all the work, and she was doing a lot of work.
She kept pumping her hips, kept fucking me, kept squeezing my cock, until I simply passed out atop her, closing my eyes and letting whatever happened next, happen.
* * *
I came to on my back, naked. The scent of sweat filled the room, and there was that girl, having apparently gotten dressed in the meanwhile. She tossed me a water bottle with an unreadable expression on her face, and I took it, just chugging every last drop in a desperate need to refill my body after the exhausting sex we'd just had. I actually wound up drinking the whole thing in a single go, breaking off with a pant as I glanced at the girl that had just fucked me absolutely senseless.
She reached forward for me, gently caressing my ear, a strange expression on her face. "Good boy," she said, as she spoke. Sophia had called me a good boy plenty, but with her, it sounded like she really meant it. Like I was a well-behaved student and she was my teacher, happy and proud.
"Th, thanks," I said, running my fingers through my sweaty, sticky hair. "Um. What's your name?"
"Rachel," she told me.
"Cool. Um. Okay, Rachel. I have a girlfriend," I said, and her lips tightened. "I really don't want her to find out about this, so, um." I swallowed as she stared me down for a long few seconds. At the moment, I concluded that I really should have just slurped up as much of her power as I could when we'd been fucking and run away.
"Do you want to do it again?" She asked.
"W-well, sure, but it'd be really risky to meet you again or something, my girlfriend's pretty-"
She lunged forward without letting me finish my thought, pinning me to the floor with her hands. She started to strip a moment later, still straddling my body, my cock hardening rapidly in response to her increasing nakedness. She'd gotten a shower or something, so unlike me, she didn't stink of sweat.
She didn't seem to mind my scent, though, just leaning down over me, sniffing noisily at my bare skin, as she lowered herself down onto my cock, and then got right back to doing what she'd done before, grunting as she worked me over. "What are you, doing," I panted out. It felt good, sure, but it didn't quite follow from what we'd been discussing.
"If we can't have sex again, we should have sex now," she told me, as if it was the most logical thing in the world. Most girls here had at least a little shame, but Rachel seemed completely uninhibited. Her hands gripped my shoulders as she worked me over like that, her nose noisily sniffing at my body again, even actually going right for my armpit to just sniff it like crazy, drinking in my ridiculously sweaty scent. It made my cock twitch inside her, and I gave up on trying to talk her out of it, just leaning my head back and letting her do as she liked with me.
She was even more wild this time, licking noisily at my bare flesh without abandon, even going right at my armpit like that. I just counted myself lucky the hair there had pretty much entirely vanished, because she was definitely very appreciative, sniffing and licking and seeming to just love my stink. She looked almost like a dog that had discovered a very appealing scent in that moment, her nostrils flaring as she sucked in air through her hair, the accompanying noises quite loud.
The wet squelches of her cunt around my cock were also similarly intense, and I didn't bother giving her the extra booster shot of pleasure that my power could manage. She was doing all the work, she could reap all the rewards. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling as her tongue would flash all along my upper body, as it would slowly make its way across my bare chest, my neck, my chin, even licking at my lips but with seemingly no intention of actually kissing me. She sniffed at me repeatedly too - she was definitely into the smell of sweat, that was incredibly clear.
Even as her tongue and nose were exploring my upper body with sweet interest, her cunt was just ramming itself up and down my cock as hard as she could manage. I could feel my balls slap against her repeatedly, her powerful thighs making squeaking noises as they slid around a bit to manage to keep her in position. Her pace was erratic: she didn't actually have an endless amount of endurance, instead winding up losing a bit of her strength as time went on, her movements slowing somewhat as hot breath tickled my bare skin. She'd clearly never admit as much out loud, and her fingers grasped my shoulders as she went at it.
"Fuck," I panted out, "you really like this, don't you?" I breathed, and she just nodded as her tongue slid its way slowly across one of my pecs. "Ah, that's, that's good," I breathed out, as she came, her cunt fully engulfing my length as she slammed down. Her insides clenched down hard on my cock. It was an intense sensation, the way her body seemed to be working to wring out an orgasm from me, my head twisting a bit in the process as I just panted and squirmed and gasped and moaned.
The moment she was finished coming, she went back at it. There was no hesitation, no waiting for me to recover. Even when I came, she didn't stop, just letting me deposit what little of a watery load my body could manage before she got right back into it, panting heavily in my ear. My upper body by this point was caked in a mix of sweat and her saliva, and she seemed to love the scent of it, too. The sounds of her sniffing me were almost as all-encompassing as the wet squelches of her cunt around my cock, and I simply laid my head back and practically fell asleep right then and there.
A couple orgasms on my part later - and five or six on hers - and I finally did, in fact, pass out again, just going limp under her as she drained my balls dry.
* * *
The second time, I woke up with her face in my groin. With how close she had been to me when she'd been licking or sniffing, it was hard to fully appreciate the lewd contrast between her butch appearance and her bizarre, affectionate sniffing. Now that my flaccid cock was right next to her face as she sniffed and licked at it, letting out a throaty little whine as it failed to get hard again, the contrast was incredibly obvious, and incredibly sexy.
It actually managed to get me up again, somehow, my cock slowly drawing up into its full tumescence. I expected her to just start ramming me again, but she seemed to have decided that waking me up with a blowjob would be sexiest - or maybe she just loved scent and taste play so much that she couldn't resist it.
Her blowjob wasn't the best I'd ever had. It wasn't like she wrapped her lips around my cock and bobbed up and down, like Sophia might. Rather, her tongue slowly slid all along my length, rubbing against it and making it twitch and bounce in fascinating ways. It was like she was trying to scoop up every last drop of evidence we'd ever had sex, going so far as to lick at my thighs or pelvis. The way she'd intermittently sniff my cock, as if trying to check whether the scent was fading, was intensely erotic.
It was pleasant, but it wasn't enough to bring me off, especially given how many times I'd come already. When, after a couple minutes, my length started to flag again, she let out a whine of disappointment, her licking getting more energetic. The miracle of my last erection was not repeated, and I soon grew flaccid as I lay there.
After licking and sniffing me a lot, she eventually seemed to accept I wasn't going to get hard again, pulling back with some visible irritation on her face, and collected her clothes to get dressed again. "That was really good," she told me. There was a confidence in her body language, as if she was totally sure that it was really good for me too.
In fairness, it was. "Yeah. Thanks." I let out a long breath as I rested on the ground beneath her, still catching my breath. Eventually, I got myself dressed, to find a text from Sophia, asking where I was. As I hurriedly got dressed, I gave her the street the dog shelter was on (though not the shelter itself).
stay away from there. Bitch ("Hellhound") hangs around there, she's a psycho
I don't want you to get raped, k?
damaged goods is no good. I like you just how you are.
In her own, strange, very bad, way, it was sweet. She was thinking of me. I just texted her a quick "I'm leaving now" and headed out. Rachel had made herself scarce the moment I started reviewing my texts.
