It took no time whatsoever to make the decision. With the barest hint of patience, Rykard peeled the clothes off her. Since her wardrobe was limited now, just ripping it off her alluring curves was an option with a cost. Both consequences, whether that was his time the next morning or her parading her naked body around for the rest of the conquest, were acceptable. Still, for today, he decided to just take the extra ten seconds to get her out of her angelic robe the traditional way.

  All the while, he entertained himself with her lips. Having let go of her throat, he held the ptinum blonde woman by the back of her head. Neither aspect of physical dominance was necessary, the cherub was very happy to just hover in front of him. Mashing his mouth against hers was really just natural at that point.

  The tiny toy made of tits and ass pressed herself against him with all the fervour a piece of property dared to show. Too much autonomy was unbecoming of a cocksleeve that was getting unwrapped, too little was boring for her Master. She understood that, angel of a literal submission goddess that she was, and squished her breasts against his upper chest just enough that their overabundant weight squished against his skin.

  It was ever remarkable just how tiny she was. Her head, tilted back to let him py with her mouth as his tongue desired, was almost level with his. Her tits were against the upper half of his pectorals. The top of her feet brushed over the bulge of his pants. He had to raise his hand considerably, to undo the st cord that wrapped around her thin waist, to tug the white cloth off her, and to then smack her plush ass. Her thighs quivered, brushing against his upper midriff.

  “A true carry fuck toy,” Rykard hummed and pulled back. Helenn’s golden eyes radiated heated light, as if the lust inside her body was fueling two little suns in her skull. Pushing her away slightly, he looked up and down her pale white curves. The golden lines all over her only accentuated the holiness of her nature. More importantly, a practically arrow-shaped mark right above her cunt pointed at her true purpose.

  Rykard lifted the shortstack onto his shoulders. Thick thighs settled around his head, massive tits came to rest on top. His tongue extended, giving the dripping wet slit a lick.

  Remembering her commands from yesterday, Helenn did the only thing a cocksleeve was allowed to do without express permission: she moaned. She moaned loudly and eagerly, to let her Master know how much she enjoyed his every move.

  For Rykard, those sounds were the music of his success. Every vocalisation of delight was more proof of his rightful position as her dom. That eating her out was a mere time waster was the cherry on top.

  While his tongue probed and tasted her angelic sweetness, his hands were busy undoing his own clothes. Why go through such a dull process without the side entertainment of having the shortstack hold onto his head in all her softness? Even after a full day on the road, she just smelled like sunshine and delight, with a hint of pine. Flying the entire time meant her smooth skin was free from any marks of exhaustion or other dirt. The only sticky thing about here were the constantly overflowing love juices.

  The st of Rykard’s clothes loosened and sailed to the ground. Grabbing her surprisingly fat ass, he pressed her even harder against his face. Her cheeks tensed under his grip, yet still his fingers sank deep into his supple toy. Shortstacks were big in all the right pces. If there was anything bad about the situation, then it was that her spasming body cmped down on him so hard that he had no room to breathe.

  Not a real problem. Rykard simply kept eating her out until the overflow of her honeypot was released in little waves. At the same time, Helenn suddenly threw her head back. Tits jiggled, the skin of her midriff was pulled taut, and up the ftness of her tummy, between the valley of her squishy chest, he could see her chin as she screamed at the ceiling.

  Taking his victorious breath, the king kept teasing her exposed clit with little circles of his tongue. Then, just when her screams began to lose in intensity, he lifted her from his shoulders and pulled her over his cock. The drenched, slippery sleeve took all of him in.

  Tight walls were pried apart. Dense folds were stretched open, letting the most sensitive areas between them surface. Insides, as pliable as the rest of her body, made room for the snug fit of his rge cock inside her tiny body. All of it happened in one thrust, in one descent.

  Helenn’s eyes went wide. Grinning down at her, Rykard waited for her body to catch up with what had just happened. Quivering arms and legs wrapped around his waist and hips. She pressed her head against his chest. Her eyes rolled up, half looking up at him, half staring at nothing. Then, finally, all of the signals travelling through her nerves registered with her brain properly.

  The tail-end of one orgasm was turned into a second. Overloaded, the natural size queen tendency of a shortstack like her flooded her body with bliss. Rykard felt her hump him, every back and forth a spasming little mess, accompanied by the release of wave after wave of squirting pussy juice. Each second soiled the expensive carpet further.

  “And that’s why I can’t use you in bed,” Rykard chastised the cmping cocksleeve. She was still squirting, still had her eyes rolled up, when he swatted her bubble butt with enough force, even the open room let the sharp sound bounce around. For several seconds, her pussy was so tight, Rykard actually felt like she would succeed at forcing some of the blood out of his rock-hard cock.

  In the end, his erection prevailed. Her folds loosened ever so slightly. Stretched satisfyingly and past the brunt of her penetration orgasm, Rykard was finally able to use the cherub properly.

  “Anchor yourself to my retive position,” Rykard demanded, then began to walk.

  A shortstack capable of hovering really was a blessing, doubly so when she was an obedient toy. Even while her mind was subsumed in bliss, she remained exactly at the same point retive to him, little sways when he plunged into her notwithstanding. With each overemphasised step, he slipped in and out of her cunt. He was carrying her, but he was not actually carrying her. She was the ultimate portable cocksleeve, there for him to make bounce, while keeping his hands totally free.

  Just as a sign of casual usage, Rykard circled around the room, leaving a trail of dripping juices behind him. He picked up books and boredly flicked through them, sometimes pressing Helenn against a wall as he did. Hovering in pce was convenient, but they did still need something for her to be thrust against for him to pound her with all the force her masochistic little slut body could take.

  Shutting the book he was holding, he gleefully observed the consistent devolution of Helenn’s mental state. What pretensions at independent thought her instincts held onto at the start of these little surrender sessions were wiped out swiftly. She gave it up so eagerly, every st thought in her pretty head, until her golden eyes were as empty as a clear summer sky. Drooling all over herself, shivering and squirting, she was nothing but a cum dump waiting for her purpose to be fulfilled.

  Rykard pushed off the wall, and continued his journey around the room. Even in her state of cockdrunk ecstasy, she remembered her duty and kept herself anchored in pce. “Pp…. Pp… pp…” the slow rhythm of the dom’s steps echoed through the room with each hard thrust he delivered at the end of them.

  “Ahhhh…. Aaaaaaah… y-AAAAhhhh!” Helenn screamed her lust out into the night. Doubtlessly the camp heard it. Rykard only grinned at that knowledge. They should hear it. It would wake in them the wish to one day make a woman scream just like that. A proper goal to have.

  Stopping for a moment on a table, Rykard pced Helenn on top of it. Nonchantly, he pinned her by her throat against the hardwood and rutted into her. The screams were repced with the little choked noises she could press past the grip of his hand and the occasional howl when he allowed her to breathe. In the absence of screams, the intensified cpping of his groin against her ass filled the void.

  Fat tits jiggled back and forth, hitting the arm he was pinning her with at one point and then swaying back down in all of her nearly impossibly firm softness. Rykard imagined them full of milk. Would they grow even fatter at that point? Only one way to find out. “You’re my breeding sve, right? Answer.”

  “YEEEESH!” Helenn screamed, when he finally gave her the opportunity and the breath to put her delight into words. “MASTER IS MY BREEDER! MASTER ISH THISH SHORTSHTAAACK SHLEEEEVE BREEEEDER! PLEASHE MAKE ME A MO-O-O—--” Her words ended abruptly when he pulled out of her, turned her around and rammed right back into her agape cunt.

  Rykard wrapped his arms around her thighs, stretched knees until they were next to her head and her ankles almost by his shoulders. Like that, he carried her to the nearest wall and just rammed her against it with all his might. Thick thighs and fat tits were the cushion that kept her comfortable between his cock and the hard pce.

  Her constant squirting absolutely drenched the wall and his manhood. He could feel her fluids run down his legs, while he just hammered her from one orgasm to the next, chasing his own release. She screamed until her lungs were empty, then she kept screaming, despite how hoarse it made her.

  The pleasure inside Rykard reached a fever pitch. His muscles burned from the exhaustion of keeping the pace up, but his quivering shaft demanded that he did. After what felt like an eternity, he felt his own movements grow sluggish, sharp, and erratic, all at the same time. His climax announced itself as a building pressure that suddenly released.

  Had he not utterly ruined her already, perhaps Helenn would have showed any kind of new reaction to him filling her up. The tip of his cock was pressed right against her womb and spurted wave after wave up into her fertile insides.

  After spending the entire day with her, walking while staring at her curves, the orgasm was as satisfying as it was necessary. Each renewed tensing of his manhood sent more of his baby batter into her depths. Breeding her was the only goal there was at that moment.

  In the end, when he had nothing left to give, when he felt his erection begin to wane, Rykard pulled out of her. Pulling her passively flying body along like a balloon, he pushed her into the bed. Thinking not even half a second about it, he snuggled up to her, holding her little frame protectively in his arms.

  They were both out within seconds.