Just before her knees hit the ground, a swift conjuration covered the ground underneath the two of them with a simple carpet. Water was the enemy of friction and sand offered the kind of friction Rykard wanted to keep away from his sensitive bits.

  Lyvia did not even notice the change. She stared up at him, entirely devoted to her task and let out a long cry of lust. “Don’t you dare climax before I allow you to,” Rykard warned her. The cry ended with audible ccking of her pearly white teeth. The same instincts that flooded her mind with pleasure when she obeyed seemed to have a contingency built in for when her Master decided the release was not yet earned. Her long tail spasmed and wiggled, her slender fingers bunched into tight fists. Barely, she kept herself from going over the edge. “Such an obedient solider,” he complimented her. “Then again, right now you’re not my admiral - you’re my sex sve.”

  Closing her eyes, Lyvia struggled to remain still on the floor. All of the micro-twitches of the intensely aroused were going through her toned hourgss curves with ever-present urgency. Her discipline remained strong and she on her knees, taking his words with naught but delight.

  “All of your subordinates are watching you turn into my personal cum guzzler,” Rykard stated, his eyes drifting over the lined up formation of monster girls. They had fallen silent again and followed the events with rapt attention. “Although I can see that’s not a point of humiliation to you. They all seem so happy for you. I wonder if they’re every bit as perverted sluts as you are. I certainly hope so. My nation can always use more willing sex sves.”

  “My subordinates are expertly trained, Master,” Lyvia assured, her voice steady despite the clear undertone of need. “They will serve their mates and your nation with pride and delight, just as I serve you.”

  Rykard hummed and began to work with his trousers. “Are you ready to be marked fully, then?”

  “With all due respect, Master, I am already marked fully. My instincts have fully branded your sight, your voice, and your scent into my mind, there is no-” She stopped suddenly when his released cock smacked down on her features. “Please mark me!” she switched her tone instantly, grinding her face against his manhood. The side of her nose brushed against his shaft, nostrils fring. “Mark me fully, Master! I apologize deeply for my insubordination!”

  “Let that be the st time you doubt me,” Rykard warned her and grabbed one of her horns. The ridged texture shifted under his fingers, until the curved extension of her head id under his hands like a custom-made grip. Another part of her body accepting him fully as her Master, no doubt. “Open your mouth.” Any further pleads for forgiveness she had were repced with the wet moans escaping her wide open maw. “Show me your tongue.”

  Pointy, the tongue of the monster girl stretched past her dark blue lips. It kept on extending, falling way past her chin, and dripped with a slimy mucus. Exactly what the mage had expected to see from a deep sea monster girl.

  “Taste where my seed is stored,” he ordered her next. With not a moment’s hesitation, the long tongue gently coiled around his sack.

  She massaged his balls with all the tender care of a longtime lover. His cock was smearing droplets of precum into her orderly hair. She was shivering all over, as if she had just stepped out of the cold. In a way, that was true. She had left the cold world of the single life and stepped into the loving, warm embrace of a caring Master.

  “Your instincts have accepted me as your owner, sve, but you don’t seem to understand that that’s only the start. Your ancestors evolved to find one worthy mate and one alone, you think that stops at my position of power and the fitness of my seed?” He dragged her up a little, causing his cock to rub over her gorgeous features. With every inhale, she drew in the scent of his manhood. With every exhale, her hot breath caressed his now sticky balls. “I’m going to ruin you,” he told her. “I’m going to ravish you, until you can’t even think about anything besides my cock. Your ancestors picked worthy men that pounded them so hard that their entire bloodline became addicted to being dominated. I’ll prove that your instincts chose properly. You’ll love me not just because you imprinted on me, you’ll love me because I make you squirt your brains out.”

  Rykard dragged her further up. At first, Lyvia’s legs supported the motion. Perhaps because she was too horny to command her own limbs or because she wanted to test him, she turned limp halfway through the motion. Her eyes widened with delight when he continued to move her, despite the weight of a muscur woman like her, with just the one arm. He stopped when her wide open mouth was in front of the tip of his cock. Gripping the second horn, he held her like that for long enough to allow the shifting of the texture to finish for the other side as well.

  “When you next meet the edge, you can cum,” Rykard allowed her.

  Hard, he buried his cock in her throat. Hands pulling her down, hips shooting forwards, he made her neck bulge in an instant. Wide eyes widened even further, before the irises rolled up behind fluttering lids.

  Lyvia did not just climax, she squirted with such intensity it sounded like a stream for two whole seconds. The summoned carpet was immediately soaked. Hips bucked, swayed and trembled. Her long tail moved in jittering, abrupt bursts. A fragment of her discipline kept it from thrashing.

  “Fuck, you don’t even need to be a good cocksucker with a throat like this,” Rykard grunted. The depths of her maw were almost like that of a succubus, yet strangely and erotically alien in their own way. It was like her insides were lined with short, thick tendrils. All around, they massaged him with intense pulses. When he slowly pulled back, he caught a glimpse of them, stretching and clinging to his manhood. They reminded him of the arms of an anemone. Strangerly alien, yet erotic.

  A singur plunge had been enough to make the admiral go cross-eyed. Her tongue hung loosely, like the rest of her from his hands, from her lips. She was twitching and moaning, aftershocks going up and down her spine that were likely stronger than any orgasm she had allowed herself before.

  “Really just a born sb of breedable meat, aren’t you?” Rykard asked her and felt the tugging of a denied nod under his horn-grasping hands. “Admiral… I’ll leave you in the rank because you’re capable, but let’s show everyone what you really are, cumdump Lyvia. Get that tongue back.”

  Swiftly, the hanging muscle was drawn back into her mouth. Rykard aligned her comfort hole with his cock again.

  The second penetration was every bit as swift and rough as the first. His balls smacked against her chin, sticky juices drawing long strands between her face and all parts of his manhood when he quickly pulled back. He was only half out when he rammed himself back in. The folds of her throat spasmed all around him. The tendrils shifted position in live reaction to his pleased grunt, gradually evolving her to always be ready to massage all his weak spots.

  “...Oh yesssss,” Rykard hissed, extra audible to spur that change along. “All you are exists to please me, cumdump. I don’t even need to pull out, do I? I can just stay like this and let your throat work my cock. It’s driving you crazy anyways, isn’t it?” Lyvia was constantly producing muffled screams. The tendrils, it appeared, were themselves sensitive. As they caressed his hard manhood, fresh stimution was constantly rushing through her. Her unique biology was devilishly exploitable. “Stay just like that.”

  And so she did. The order intertwined with the moan-inducing writhing of her throat. All he had to do was resist the temptation to cum, for her to orgasm every twenty seconds or so. A resistance that was getting harder and harder to put up, until finally being borderline impossible. The customization of her comfort hole had concluded. One of three holes now entirely shaped for him, for now and for the rest of her life.

  Staying inside her and watching her climax over and over again while she not-choked on his cock was deeply entertaining, but Rykard would not let her biology fulfill his promise for him. He was going to break her mind through his accomplishments, through his stamina.

  Redoubling the grip on her horns, he entered a rapidly accelerating rhythm. What were frequent orgasms became constant ones. He fucked her face, faster and faster, until his hips were a blur. GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! The sound of proper cocksleeve usage echoed over the beach.

  The monster girls watching were all dripping wet by now. No matter what kind of clothes or growths covered them, their intense arousal was evident.

  “Get ready for your first load, cumdump Lyvia,” he groaned, his orgasm fast approaching. “Your first taste of your primary duty for the rest of your life. The first taste of what a proper sex sve craves!” Encouraging screams vibrated around his manhood. Saliva and mucus spttered with every thrust from the overly lubricated comfort hold of the admiral. It was such a delightfully messy affair and Rykard was about to make it even messier. “Do not dare to swallow!”

  A st bit of self control let him pull out of her massaging throat. Balls tightened, seed rushed up his shaft and spttered into her mouth. Each was thick rope of white. There was enough of it to make her cheeks softly bulge. Messing up a new sex sve was always a pleasure, but this one was just perfect.

  Carefully, Rykard pulled back. Either by instinct or education, Lyvia presented his load to him. Every second she did so, stirring the ke of seed with her nimble tongue, she held another moan in her throat. The order not to swallow kept sending fresh pleasure through her nervous system.

  “Swallow.”

  One order suppnted the other and she gulped heavily. She squirted yet again, while the thick seed made it down her throat. It took almost half a minute of spasming and twitching before her eyes managed to roll back down far enough to halfway focus on him again. “Thank you, Master,” she swooned dreamily.

  “We’re not done,” he told her. “Turn around.”

  Without hesitation, Lyvia did. Face utterly ruined by the expression of delight on it and the sticky yer of saliva, mucus, and precum that covered much of it. Rykard squatted down behind her, squishing her cheeks with one hand and pulling hair with the other. The ornament that had kept the bck-green tide in an orderly ponytail came fully loose and dropped.

  “Look at this gooey slut,” Rykard said, his tone reflecting a deep pride. “I was just starting to look for another sex sve that I could use on a longterm basis. See, I got a little carried away and impregnated all my other harem members in the same month. It will make my household quite busy and I need someone that’s not gravid. But, make no mistake, I’ll breed your cumdump of an admiral as well, in due time - because she’s my private use whore.”

  Lyvia was holding back giggles throughout his monologue. Even now, that discipline was there. It sat so deep in her character that even having her thoughts wiped out by a cock drunken stupour kept some of it around.

  “You’ve come to a wonderful world,” Rykard promised them, while wrapping his arms around the imprinted leviathan. Slinging them under her knees, then having his fingers interlock behind her neck, he put the tall woman in a full nelson. It was harder for someone of her size, but Rykard had more than enough strength and bance to pull it off. “I’ll build a world of worthy masters for all of you! Harems for every man that can prove his mettle and worthy mates for every woman ready to submit to such a man! That is my dream!”

  He could not see the sailors anymore, the back of his new submissive covering his field of view. He did not need to see them to know they were still enraptured. He certainly did not need to see them to hear the swoons. Oh, how they must have been needing to masturbate - yet their order held. Even presented with what they wanted most of all, they were standing at attention. A better military, he could not have asked for. More loyal haremettes, their future partners could not have asked for either. They did not even pleasure themselves to the sight of another man.

  Lyvia gasped when she was impaled on his cock. The penetration of her cunt was as swift as her throat. Ciming her virginity was almost a minor thing after permanently altering her brain chemistry and parts of her physical attributes.

  Compared to her throat, her snug cunt was almost standard human. There was a touch of the succubus there too, unsurprisingly. The demons were rumoured to have been the first of the kind of monster girls that were steeped in erotic mutations. That being said, the folds were, in all their tightness, mostly normal - excluding the active remodelling that happened as he fucked her.

  In some parts, she turned tighter, in others looser. At first, she just moaned. A disappointingly low, if still pleased degree of enthusiasm. Rykard had a hunch that was quickly proven correct. With every thrust, her excmations grew louder, her voice rising higher and higher in pitch. The sensitive spots inside her dripping wet tunnel were actively forming, responding to where his rge cock scraped and prodded the most.

  Lyvia’s tail wrapped once around his waist then spiralled down his leg. The extra stability let Rykard bounce her even harder. Extra sensitive areas were made in the depth of her cunt, rewarding him for hammering into her depths even more than usual.

  Five minutes passed, during which he endlessly impaled his new property. She moaned, she shouted, and then she screamed. The finalization of her second hole’s customization was accompanied by an entirely predictable, explosive release of pussy juices. Minutes of getting her quivering quim stretched, marked, and deflowered were made evident in the arcing of the clear fluids, adding yet more soaked, sprinkled spots to the bnket and the sand beyond it.

  It hardly stayed at a singur gushing climax. Rykard kept on fucking her, his goal to ruin her ever in his mind. He had nothing to look at and so closed his eyes, focusing solely on keep hitting those spots of his indirect making. He considered saying something more, but what else was there to say now?

  No, now there were only actions.

  Injecting his muscles with a fresh wave of mana, Rykard pushed away any fatigue and moved even faster. Lyvia could not even keep a singur scream going, the hard impacts rippling through her lungs and breaking the prolonged noises up into stuttering bursts. The cpping impacts of hips against her firm butt overpowered her cries. Over and over, she gushed and squirted - then he came.

  The moment he began spurting into her, his hips ceased their movements. Without the constant sms, Lyvia managed to scream uninterrupted and scream she did. The shameless, loud vocalization of ecstasy and surrender, if her giving herself to him could even be called that, echoed over the beach until her lungs were empty. Then only little rattles managed to escape her while the remaining drops of semen were pumped into her greedily gripping cunt.

  Lifting her off his still erect manhood, Rykard lowered the cumdump to an unconcerning height, then dropped her the rest of the way. She nded softly on the bnket on the sand. “Ass up,” Rykard ordered her while putting his foot on the back of her head. Her hair was wild and disheveled now.

  The moment his sole made contact with her scalp, the disciplined woman giggled lewdly. Cum dripped in gooey strands from her pussy, while her Master stood over her like he had vanquished an actual leviathan of the depths. Then again, taming a powerful woman like her in such short a time, even with her biology at py, may have been the greater accomplishment.

  “What do you think about your admiral right now?” Ryrd asked as the monster girls. He fixed his gaze on one of the captains in the front row, a commander of the two rge warships.

  “She’s never been so beautiful,” answered the slime girl.

  “She’s never looked so happy,” added the water dragon woman next to her.

  “Truly stunning.” “All monster girls wish to look like this!” “Everything she lead us to this world for and more.” “The gods upheld what they promised.” “I never knew she was such a masochist.” “Such an admirable submissive sex sve.” The words of praise kept on flowing in and Rykard just grinned. Over and over again, he was reminded just how perfect these women were for his new world.

  Taking his foot of her head, he heard the slightly disappointed whimpered from the masochistic cumdump. He could not bme her for it, her mind too far buried under fluffy clouds and electrifying delight to consider what him moving could mean next.

  There was one hole left to mark.

  Lyvia turned her head when she felt the tip of his cock pressed against her sphincter. Depraved, she stared back like a… well, like a leviathan slut in heat. The nicely banced shape of her butt, not outstandingly rge and juicy, but neither small, wiggled softly to entice him to thrust in immediately. Whichever god had originally conceived of her race had certainly been a master of their craft. Her tail was attached to the back of her hips that just barely came short of compromising the depression between the twin spheres of her cheeks. It was the best of both worlds.

  The scales were nicely smooth, more like a snake than an armoured reptilian, making the additional limb something Rykard could hold onto while he pushed into her back entrance.

  It was surprisingly easy and her shout of delight was immediately loud. Seemingly, there was less to this third hole to customize for his cock specifically. The sphincter, he sensed, was shifting to memorize the width of his manhood, to make future penetrations easy even without the current, abundant lubrication. Beyond that, there was nothing much. The sensitivity of the hole was quite clearly set and not outstandingly more or less than what he was used to from other anally trained sex sves.

  Rykard bowed over his new property. His other hand nded here his foot had been. His weight pressed the face of the admiral into the bnket, while he mercilessly pounded her backdoor.

  It was a pin and continuous rutting. Rykard contempted stopping, giving her ass a few smacks, but he found himself unable and unwilling to actually halt his hammering thrusts. He wanted to her hear screams. “I’m going to fill up this hole too,” Rykard grunted. “Then you’ll be fully marked! Then the only thing that remains is the day that I fully conquer your womb, cumdump Lyvia!”

  “COCK! MASTER’SSSSSHHHHHH COOOOOOOOCK!” Those were the only words on her mind and thus all she could respond with. Rykard smiled the smile of a job well done, before redoubling his anal pounding. Her knees became too weak to even keep her ass raised. Prone under him, she was boned at a rapid speed. By now, the bnket was more wet spots than not.

  “What do you think about your new sister sve?” Rykard shouted over his shoulder.

  “”She will serve well with us!”” the twins excimed in immediate, swooning unison.

  “So, so well,” Hey agreed.

  The succubus took a step forward, stopped herself, and then broke through the submissive conditioning with the force of her attitude. It was a delight to see, as her asserting her futile struggle for dominance usually was. Although, in this case, she did not rebel against the idiom of ‘wait for Master’s orders’ to goad him into giving him a nice punishment.

  Hugging him from behind the succubus pressed her enormous tits on his back and whispered into his ear. “You’re the perfect man, Master. You’re the lord of this world, the owner of this harem - mark that st hole of your new conquest. Imprint into her the correctness of her instincts, like you have awoken the brand on my womb the day you deflowered me.”

  The words were all Rykard needed to plunge into Lyvia one st time and paint her insides white. All the broken admiral could do in response was giggle, her lungs long since emptied, her mind long since fried. She was twitching. Her cunt, pressed into the towel, was gushing more than the fabric could soak up, making her hips rest on a shallow puddle.

  Rykard pulled out of Lyvia and looked at his newest masterpiece. White cum trickled from both her lower holes, standing out intensely against the deep blue of her swollen mons, taint and sphincter. Her tail curved off to the left, ying as limp as her arms and legs did. The corners of her lips twitched, moving between smiles and the o-mouthed expression of multi-orgasmic aftershocks.

  “At ease,” Rykard told the gathered sailors. “Return to your ships. I’ll talk to your admiral about our next movements.”

  “”Yes, Sir!”” the sailors answered in moaning unison.