Eliana was a gorgeous, powerful woman.

Standing a whole head shorter than John, the white-haired blood mage radiated power. Her skin was turned white by the extreme control she had over herself, every pore repurposed to secrete a bone-like material that could form an exoskeleton. At the moment, it only covered her arms and most of her legs with decorative plates of bone. Dull claws extended from her fingers, and where thorns usually would have punished enemy attacks, arches of bone were now located. Her hips and thick thighs, which skirted that perfect border between delightfully meaty and disproportionate to her height, were both as bare as her cunt.

Perfectly hairless, her pussy lips were an unusual red colour, like a ripe apple. The intense colour contrasted starkly with the surrounding paleness and the dark blue mark formed by winding lines above. The heart at the centre of it was right above her womb. John’s eyes wandered further up her midriff, flat and mildly toned, and up to her decently sized breasts. Her heavy breathing and erect, also red nipples gave away how horny she was in the absence of any form of blushing. If there was any doubt, it was eliminated once he looked at her face.

Her lips were a pale pink, slightly agape and pushing out the air with obedient quietness. Flared nostrils drew in the air. Her chin was lowered. Purple eyes directed at him, they searched for his approval. He knew that, if he made as much as a displeased click of his tongue, she'd instantly keep her eyes down until he allowed her to raise them again. Because that’s who she was for him.

Eliana was a gorgeous, powerful woman.

She was also the biggest submissive in his harem, the first that had properly identified with the term and the one whose extreme masochistic tendencies had firmly put John on the path to grow confident in his dominant desires.

“You are missing a couple of things,” he hummed, standing in front of her. He stroked his chin. “But that can wait a moment. Turn around.”

“Yes, Master,” Eliana obeyed and turned her back to him. He loved how her shapely, large ass looked. It followed in the same vein of her thighs, being almost disproportionate for her hourglass figure. From her upper and middle back, four wings sprouted. Bloodburn, which had its name from literally burning her blood in exchange for power, was in a state between activation and actual usage. Showing the butterfly-esque patterns on their two large and two small surfaces, the wings were solid in their shape and material. While they were technically blood, neither sight nor touch would have given any clue towards that. What made up the patterns seemed more like crystals, everything else like thick velvet.

Without any warning, he slapped her ass. Her wings spread out in surprise, her lips formed a loud moan, her spine curved and her butt thrust up to offer itself as an easier target for the next one. Not even a short-lived mark appeared on her ass. What was usually claimed by her regenerative powers, her readied defences eliminated instantly.

“What a body.” John smacked her ass a second time, listening to Eliana squeal with bliss. A third and fourth followed, as he continued, “You’re just made to be punished. To take all I want to unleash on you and get off on it. Aren’t you a masochistic little slut? Answer me.”

“Your masochistic slut, Master. I deserve your punishments – only yours and those of your harem,” Eliana made a longer response after being prompted. The spanking went on. “I’m ssssssorry my body heals too -oh fu…- quickly to let you see the – Ahhhhh – marks of your just treatmmhment of my ass, Master.”

“You should be,” John growled, bowing down right next to her ear and whispering, “That’s the only thing about your small, fuckable frame that’s not perfect. Listen to you panting after I just gave your ass a few loving taps.” John bit her ear, harder than he would have for most other haremettes.

At first that only caused her to gasp, then he reached around to her breasts with one arm and roughly clawed into one. That had her moaning. He twisted her nipple. A half-maniac giggle mixed with a shout of pleasure. John didn’t mind her true nature peeking through, it only made his cock harder to know how much of herself she put in submission to him. One line, one demand to mind her manners, and she would behave exactly as he wanted.

The wings of Bloodburn curved like flower petals around him. His chest and shoulders were in contact with some of them. They radiated all the body heat that didn’t make it through her pale skin at the moment. It was like he was being half-hugged by her while his cock rubbed against her ass. Her clawed hands rested against the wall.

All she wanted was to please him. Because of this, this was the only body transformation, of the many that were possible while staying in the borders of the humanoid form, she had ever gone for. This was the only other form that was normal to her, it had become so through the process of melding, and all John wanted was to dominate her in all ways that she was comfortable with. He wanted her. Not who she pretended to be.

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“I love you,” he whispered into her ear. “God, I can’t wait to put babies in your belly. They’ll be every bit as gorgeous as you.”

“I love you, John!” she responded immediately, using his name where Master would not have been personal enough. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love yo-“ Her obsessive repetition ended when he suddenly penetrated her tight cunt. Hot folds gripped his large manhood, quivering and pulsing around him with Eliana’s will to make him cum. “Breed me! Please, please breed me!”

“Do both of you want that?” John wondered.

There was no immediate answer to that, then a renewed and intensified, “BREED ME!”

Chuckling, having already known that was the answer, John hugged her body tightly. If there was no lingering wish of Thana to carry a child herself, Eliana wouldn’t have talked about it at any point. That persona was born from the overlap, after all.

“Not today,” he told her, while working her tits and clit with the roughness she so enjoyed, “but I can still drench your womb and your entire body with my seed.”

“Please, Master,” she whined, “fill me.”

“Make me cum without moving,” he commanded her, just to see what she would come up with. What followed was a sensation similar to Siena’s pussy. The previously human pussy suddenly changed into something beyond basic biological reason. Each individual fold seemed to develop a mind of its own and simultaneously become part of a greater whole. More than just tensing, clenching and pulsing, her hot walls suddenly started to prod, masturbate and vibrate around him. A particularly insistent ring formed around the edge of his glans, massaging that particularly sensitive spot at the underside.

John loved the sensation, how could he not? He was balls-deep inside the woman he loved so incredibly much he knew he was going to make her the mother of his first child. Had he not had the fertility toggle, he wouldn’t have had a lot of choice in the matter. She was gripping him so tight, he couldn’t have moved if he wanted and every second brought him closer.

“Fuck… you are the perfect cum dumpster,” he groaned, moments before the tensing of his cock gave away that he was about to unload. Sensing every little twitch, the worship by her folds intensified at the promise of fresh seed. Eliana desperately gasped and sighed. A proper fuck would have gotten her off several times already, but John’s hands ensured she was still enjoying herself. They worked all of her sensitive areas until she was about to climax.

Then the tightening of his balls set her off. Cum pumped into her craving insides. The rush encouraged her to scream. Her voice, twisted by lust, bounced off the walls of the bedroom. While she spasmed, the deliberate control of her insides became impossible to maintain. John lingered in the blissful sensation. A pussy needed no gimmicks to be fantastic, particularly one attached to such a lovable woman.

John pulled out with one last groan of satisfaction. “Stay there and be quiet,” he ordered her, while putting his hand into his inventory. First, he withdrew a long rope. The little arches on the bone armour that covered most of her limbs were perfect to tie the rope to. One after the other, he connected the parallels on both arms, until her hands were joined at the wrists behind her hips. The criss-cross pattern was similar to a corset.

Satisfied with that part of his work, John next pulled Eliana’s favourite toy out of his inventory: a ring gag. A circular piece of metal attached to two leather straps, with an adjustable closing mechanism at the back, it was a standard and effective part of their BDSM arsenal. Without looking, he lodged the metal between the teeth of her wide-open mouth. Eliana was obediently silent, but her body quivered in anticipation of the familiar piece. At first it sat loosely. John only fastened the belt when he had moved her hair out of the way.

Grabbing her by the hair, John dragged her to the edge of the bed and commanded, “On your knees.” He sat down on the bed; she lowered herself on the floor. Her tongue eagerly hung out of her forced open mouth. Saliva dripped down on her tits, their firmness emphasized by her pulled back shoulders. John slapped his masochistic cum dump across the face. Her panting accelerated, but she stayed quiet. Dashing between his cock and his face, her purple eyes, appearing like shattered crystal, could not decide what to focus on. He slapped her a second time. “Absolutely incredible,” he sneered, “it really was my luck that I found you, you absolute slut. Whatever I do to you, you just get off harder!”

Taking hold of her hair again, he pulled her down on his shaft. He had intended to play with her for a little while longer, but the submissive was too sexy to keep out of her for too long. Excited at the penetration of her throat, the red of Eliana’s wings flared up in intensity. Fully sheathed inside her throat, upper lip pressed against his groin and tongue against his balls, the question of where she should look was resolved.

Adoringly, she looked up at her dominant, the gold inside her eyes warped into the outline of hearts. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” John asked her, while moving her head around like she was a toy. Never during that process did he let her go up more than a few centimetres, before pulling her back down. “Being a little cock sleeve. Getting a willing sex slave like you a custom ring gag may have been a waste of money. You open all your holes so eagerly.” He chuckled, noticing her eyelids fluttering. “I guess giving you slutty accessories is a fitting gift though. You look gorgeous when you wear what your Master wants you to.” Although her skin remained unchangingly pale, John noticed the subtle fidgeting. “You look the most attractive when you put your body in my service. Your curves, your holes – your breath…”

Eliana’s lungs must have started to burn at this point, unable to be refilled with the large cock in her throat. The best indicator how far he had pushed her already was usually the state of her blush, but John was experienced enough when it came to her to know just how far he could push it. He knew when she started to get light headed, when she started to see stars, when the corners of her vision began to close in like black curtains.

Just before she would pass out, John pulled out of her mouth. A desperate breath and, doubtlessly, a feeling of elating dizziness must have filled her. In that confusion of recovering senses and the pleasure of the man she trusted absolutely allowing her to breathe, the Gamer picked her up and threw her on top of Jack, waiting on the bed.

Using his double, the Gamer bent Eliana’s legs behind her head and pushed into her back entrance. Asshole stuffed, she let out rattling, unwilling gasp. “I told you to stay quiet,” John growled at her, while climbing on top of her. “I was going to fuck your needy cunt, but I guess you need some lessons in keeping your mouth shut,” he announced and squatted over her head.

All bone-covered limbs restrained by rope or muscle, the pretty little psycho was stuck between the two bodies of the Gamer, thrusting mercilessly into her mouth and ass.

John closed his eyes, courtesy of the position there was little of interest to see from either perspective. Instead, he listened very closely to any sounds Eliana made. With each passing second, his satisfaction grew. No matter how much he fucked her tight asshole, no matter how much he ravaged her eager throat, she stayed quiet. Even when he gave her pauses to breathe, all sounds coming from her body originated in the slamming of his hips against her stretched ass.

Before long, the satisfaction was joined by a mounting pleasure. John clenched his teeth and fought to prolong this ‘punishment’ for as long as he could. Monotone as the continued in and out of both her holes was, it was also intense. She was all his, his sweet Eliana, his sweet, submissive, masochistic, pretty little crazy, craving his cock. The least he could do for such a depraved cock sleeve was to hammer her for as long as endurance allowed.

Focusing, he kept going for more than ten minutes, before he finally could hold on no longer and filled her on both ends. The only sounds in that time were his own heavy breaths and the bursts of squirting pussy juice raining down on the bed sheets.

John opened his eyes to see Eliana’s rolled up eyes. In the corners of his vision, the Bloodburn wings vibrated like jittering hands. The spasms that rolled through her body extended to every last centimetre. Clawed toes curved and tensed. Pulling half out of her mouth, John let her milk the last drops of his load with her tongue.