Eternal Benevolence (2)

It's going to stretch me out so much when he puts it inside me, she thought dizzily, feeling herself clench again; her knees spread outward a little bit further, hips squirming in earnest askance of some attention yet to be received. I can't even imagine how just one hand worth of it would fit in me–

"Why, never. An empire of joyous citizens tells me all I need to know in that regard," Amalthus replied to her, the brush of his fingers tucking several locks of green hair behind one ear, exposing it. "Just as your constant quiver and steady flow tell me you're infatuated with it already. If not for the fact you were destined for my use all along, one might think less of you for that disloyalty towards your former Driver. As things stand, it's rather understandable."

"... shut up," Pneuma told the most powerful man in Alrest, her face's heat redoubling. Even so, her hands on him did not slow. They quickened for the shame he pointed out to her, reaching higher than she dared prior– in two minutes of constant stroking, her handjob had yet to take her past the shaft. His provocations had her higher hand gracing the crown of his cock, where it could have done a great deal of damage in an instant. All it accomplished was rubbing against his slit experimentally and spreading his natural lubricant on the downward path, leaving him slicker with each pump of her hands and elbows.

"Mayhaps we ought to have kept Rex present for this. That would help the boy move on from you, I think, seeing how readily you've accepted your future," Amalthus murmured, still playing with her hair– oh, how it made her wish he'd grab and pull at it instead, anything that would infuriate her instead of relax her in one sense. In every way, she was tense and only growing tenser.

"Don't say his name," Pneuma tried to growl in warning, but it was more mewling simper as her fingers kept going and going, wanting to shut up the Praetor and realizing she had the means to do so within her hands.

"Whyever not? You become so much more enthusiastic when I bring him up," he pointed out to her, words that might have been playful with a little less warfare and capture involved– affectionate ribbing between lovers, if not referring to the love that would be forever unrequited. "Your body adores it, whatever else you might be telling yourself. Why, you might have even preferred it if we were doing this under his nose, keeping up the pretense of your eventual relationship… secreted out of your cell every night to join me in my bed," he chuckled.

Then impulse partnered with her already sold-out snatch, fooling Pneuma's better sense with possibility . Rather than spit back more ire at Amalthus, she allowed her mouth to slip wide, and the next downward stroke of her hands had her forward lean furthering. Without so much as a curious first lick to prepare herself, she took him past her lips, which wrapped tight just beneath the ridge of his cock. She bathed him in the moist warmness of her mouth, a sauna for just one. His thickness proved an immediate challenge to her jaw, given the small size of the place she put him–

And for a moment, it worked. Amalthus sucked in a breath and said nothing more as Pneuma kept her head bowed over him, working his shaft briskly with her hands. His fingers tensed in her hair, putting an end to something she had been quite enjoying, but– she had him where she wanted him now, and that was quiet.

But only for a moment. "My point, proven," the bastard chuckled, before levering out a slow exhale and galling Pneuma with a cruel mention: "You're the first woman to suck my cock since the death of Fan la Norne… you undoubtedly remember Haze quite well. Quite a natural talent at it, but the love she had for me lacks the vigors brought forward by the passion of your hate." 

Amalthus leaned forward, no longer lounging, one hand reaching beneath to grasp roughly at one of the legendary Aegis' sublime, full breasts. "Perhaps I should have told her that she, and her former Driver, were killed on my command? Hm– Jin never had a chance to tell you that, did he. You must have guessed that the donor of his flesh was Lora."

The grasp was rough enough that Pneuma groaned around him, sensitive skin almost overwhelmed by it– her cunt squeezed so hungrily for more, and in desperate plea for something of its own. The names and betrayals that the Praetor invoked should have provoked something harsher; his cock was right there between her teeth, and her hands had free access to other vulnerable parts of him. Bastard… you bastard…  Maintaining the life of yet-living friends provided an easy excuse to stay her hand, or jaw for that matter. With a tight squeeze of her eyes, she pushed herself to shut him up .

Deep kissing and finger-suckling did not prepare her tongue for pleasuring other unwanted insertions. Hers was clumsy in its glide and roll around him, far from economical and borderline sloppy from the start of deliberate use. One of Pneuma's hands departed his cock after he teased at her nipple with a sharp, body-jolting pinch, though it went nowhere near the offending hand; it instead went towards the breast ignored, trying and failing to match his actions. Doing it with her own hand just wasn't the same. Her fingers were shorter and thinner, and frankly, they were somewhat spastic, out of control as her passion pushed moans out of her, treacherous noises of ecstasy that only served to please him further for his disrespect.

"You may as well embrace this, Pneuma, my most treasured Blade… my only Blade, and the only recipient of my personal attention. If your friends were to see you now… they would never take you back, even if they were to escape without my unspoken permission. Not even that muscles-for-brains manchild could forgive you for this," Amalthus said, his voice gaining a tension, his cock twitching under her tongue. But his voice was not without compassion, or at least not without the charisma that allowed him to fake it so easily.

His intent may not have been clear in words, but the bond between Driver and Blade was strong already– as if they had years of affinity from mere acquaintance. Perhaps that's what drove the legendary Aegis to willfully expedite her plummet into debauchery, or perhaps it was what she would have done no matter the man or words. Regardless, her remaining hand jerked away from his cock after a short squeeze, trembling on its haphazard way down to her body. An awkward grasp at her thigh, close to the part of her that demanded so much, and then onward her fingers went.

They had never touched down there before, but they could emulate his example, potent as it had been. That touch, more than just the arousal, was what had left her so wantonly wanting. Her forefinger slid inside her waiting cunt easily, crooking as he had, seeking that place that had felt like the best kind of electrocution. As Pneuma sought release, her mouth slid a bit lower, just shy of her Driver's cock becoming her throat's Monado, thoughtlessly done. The moans built to an unending whimper, elated yet frustrated at once.

Her finger wasn't as wide as his. It wasn't as long. It wasn't reaching. It didn't feel right, not as right as his hand; she slipped in another to make up the difference, her traitorous twat accepting the substitute well enough. Still, she could not reach there . In seconds, she abandoned any dream of precision in favor of cruder regard, treating her body's most sacred hole with crude disregard. Brisk and without rhythm, her finger-fucking added a lewd cacophany of wet slaps to her already lurid moans. The melody that Pneuma's body created was nothing short of the perfect close-out for her crash into rock-bottom, lacking only one thing.

Then Amalthus broke the silence that preceded his release and gave it to her, though not in any way she would have expected it. A startled gasp and wide eyes came part and parcel with him pulling back hard on her hair, popping his cock from her lips with an unmistakable noise ringing through the room. For the shortest splinter of a second, Pneuma looked up and saw how intensely he stared down at her– and in that splinter, the Foresight she lost returned, miniscule time crunched to a standstill that would have allowed her to calculate all possibilities and an optimal course of action. It was far beyond what had been capable with Rex as her Driver, proof of either Amalthus' power or his claimed divinity.

An information overload slammed into her strewn senses. She immediately knew how pivotal the next moment would be. There were endless options that would allow her to break the chains he had on her, and some of them even had the side benefit of erasing her memories of his defilement. And every other memory she ever had too, but that would be a small price to pay to usher in a real golden age for her loved ones. 

Truly, Pneuma was spoiled for choice, and for all those that would end with her reverted to her Core Crystal? There were at least as many that would end with her reunited and Amalthus defeated. In a moment of yearning, weak and at her lowest, Pneuma chose the path of least resistance; one of shame and submission and continued enslavement. She was not ready to part with the collar on her neck. Her body needed to know what her Driver was driving her to–

Foresight ended, and Amalthus lost all composure, his moment of physical bliss skewing his expression towards frightening demon more so than holy man. Foresight ended, and Amalthus burst , thick seed rocketing out of him in a long slash shaped by his crown's slit. With a growl unbecoming of someone known as Peace Manifest, he spewed himself in a straight line just to the left of Pneuma's nose. She jerked back and let out a squawk of lustful indignation, her green eyes slamming shut reflexively, barely avoiding getting some in her eye. It clung heavy to her lashes and highlighted a portion of her hair, bridging the divide between her upper lip and bottom. 

Not perfectly straight, but straight enough– some of it got inside her mouth, and she swallowed without thinking or tasting. The backwards jerk might have gotten her out of the line of fire, but Amalthus' grip in her hair turned to iron, holding her rooted as he abandoned her tit to grab himself. Furiously jacking himself, Amalthus kept the white blasts coming and his cock cumming, lurching to his feet as he provided his enslaved Blade a form of facial previously inconceivable to her. She had heard of the act, but no gossiper had ever mentioned how long it could take for a man to finish!

Though shocked, Pneuma was far from still and inactive. When Amalthus released her tit, she followed suit, her hand dropping to the part of her that needed the attention most. With a feral aspect more expected of Nia than the Aegis' true form, her fingers fumbled at her cunt wildly, chasing the hint of the future tasted within her Foresight, promised by Amalthus' touch earlier. Each long rope he splashed her with urged her on faster and with less control, until at last, it hit– her voluptuous form quivered uncontrollably, toes curled in a tight lock as spasms warped her creaming cunt. 

Alrest's freedom, thrown away for the sake of seconds-long ecstasy. The aftershocks left in future-ruining wake lasted long, but not in any way that an intact mind would consider it worth it: but at least in that moment, Pneuma was broken, her body betraying all else in favor of hedony. On her knees she would remain, panting breathlessly and groaning weakly, thighs melted to liquid beneath her. Her hips rolled and ground down against the damp dais in futile reach for more, back arched. Her hands meandered across her body's rioting muscles, caressing and groping.

"What a vision of beauty you are," Amalthus whispered, stroking through her hair as he stood there before her, his limp cock less than an inch from her face. "The Architect's most perfect creation, a design without peer," he praised her softly, before his grip grew rough in her hair once more. "Finally matched with the seed created for it." Sweet as he might have sounded, he was soon pressing that limp cock against her face, dragging it in broad swathes across her skin. Beyond spittle, no mess stained his skin before that– he both coated himself in his spent issue, and smeared his perverse stain deep into her fair skin.

Some sense began to return to Pneuma, grimacing faintly as he swabbed his cum over her. She remained swaying and loose on her knees, not everything claimed back from orgasm. The humiliation he imparted upon her found new depths as his cock pressed places it had no purpose being, dragged over eyelids and under her nose, intent on fouling every part of her skin. "Speak your mind to me, my treasure. Your feelings matter to me; I would have you happy beneath me."

"... I hate you," Pneuma whispered breathlessly, a half-truth not even half as harsh as it should have been. Amalthus gave a knowing chuckle, before his cock slid across her lips and then past them, without protest. The night was not yet half over, and what he predicted had already come to pass. 

As she suckled her enemy back to full hardness, she could not even come to hate herself– though she would cum again for him and swallow his seed before he declared they would retire to the night. Her Judas hole quivered delightedly at the prospect, but it was left wet and wanting once more. The Aegis was afforded her own quarters, small and guarded and locked down. 

There, at least for that first night, she found herself reliving troubles unexpected, with Mythra and Pyra merged: the danger of a mind isolated and left to grapple with its own thoughts.