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Power Corrupts: Backrooms Deals (ch. 84)
🕑 Added 2021-07-24 15:00:16 +0000 UTCDarkness squealed as she felt herself being lifted up, the taste of chocolate heavy on her tongue. No one had ever told her that cum tasted like chocolate. Those maids at her father's manor -- they made it out as if the taste of semen was the worst thing in the world when they thought she wasn't listening in to their gossiping sessions.
Darkness wasn't sure if she was disappointed or not-- chocolate was chocolate, but there was something thrilling in the idea of gagging down thick, disgusting cum while fighting off the urge to vomit.
Any more time for thought was stripped from her when Jericho tossed her against the horse she had ridden for hours on end days before . She had been sore in the best of ways for days after. Grabbing hold of the wedge of the horse, Darkness peeked over her shoulder at the man behind her. A smile found its way onto her face as she beheld his savage form , her breathing growing harsher and her body growing so hot it felt like her blood had been replaced with fire.
Jericho had the perfect body. There would always be a special place in her heart for ugly and overweight men, but Jericho's body was objectively perfect. It was too large, too muscly -- it was like it was handcrafted for the sole purpose of being as dominating as possible. His large hands perfectly engulfed her wrists, and he could effortlessly overpower her.
He was her fantasy made flesh. All that power, and the willing was to use it. To take what he wanted, to do what he wanted… and, right now, what he wanted was her.
Her body felt too hot. She could feel her arousal dripping down her legs, her needing and wanting pussy begging to be filled. Darkness flinched when she felt something press against her dripping entrance. Something far larger and thicker than her fingers. Her grip on the horse tightened, her breathing coming in harsh pants. It felt like steam should be escaping her with each breath, her womb warming her body like a bonfire nestled in her gut.
This was it. This was it! The moment that she had dreamed of for so long. The context had changed as the years passed -- being used for stress relief by her party of Adventurers, clashing and losing against the Demon King as he had monsters hold her down, or a simple monster that decided to treat her as a broodmare. Darkness never would have expected that this was how she would lose her virginity, but the blood in her veins sang at the idea.
"Beg," Jericho ordered, his voice low and rumbling . A single word command. As if she were a dog.
"Hnngh~!" Darkness moaned, her body clenching down on empty air, desperate for something to be inside of her. Her legs felt weak, weaker than they ever had before. If she wasn't careful, she just might slide down Jericho's enormous cock. Her throat still felt raw from the brutal pace he had used to he fucked her face. It had been absolutely everything imagined when he had casually slapped his dick onto her face. All this time, and she could still recall the scent of spices and oranges.
"I'm not going to ask again," Jericho said, delivering a sharp slap to her ass. She just about came as the pain hit her. He pressed harder at her entrance, spreading her nether lips, and it was almost enough for the tip to slip inside. He was going to take her from behind. Like a dog. Like she wasn't worth looking up at him as he stole her virginity -- her, the daughter and heir of a powerful noble family. Even better, she knew that he wouldn't care even if he did know of her lineage.
Darkness's mouth was dry, "Please…" it was so embarrassing. Humiliating. And that made it all the better, even if she would prefer a different form of humiliation. It felt completely wrong -- she was a crusader of the Eris faith. She should never bow to such humiliation. Even if she enjoyed it, it was another thing entirely to willingly submit.
And that's what Jericho was demanding of her. To choose his penis over her pride as a Crusader.
He's perfect! [lol!]
"Please! Please use your big fat cock to break in your newest cocksleeve! Use my slutty body to your heart's content! Forever mark me as your whore!" Darkness screamed at the stop of her lungs, and Jericho said nothing. Time had proven he was a man of action over words, and this time proved no different.
His hips slammed forward, slamming into her ass hard enough that she felt her supple flesh rippled. Darkness felt the impact with every fiber of her being. Her face nearly thumped into the horse, and it felt like the breath was beingripped from her lungs. Her legs gave out instantly, but she didn't fall. She couldn't. Because of where she felt the impact most keenly of all.
His massive cock slammed home inside of her, delivering what could only be described as an uppercut straight to her womb. It should hurt. She should bewrithing in pain, but all she felt was pleasure.
Darkness had been on the verge of an orgasm this entire time, and it blindsided her with such intensity in that moment that she only realized that she had come several moments later when the tides of searing pleasure receded. She felt full. Fuller than she ever had before . Her body stretched over his invading member like a vice. Or a sleeve.
Darkness smiled, drool dripping down her chin as her toes curled. The thought of it was almost enough to make her cum again.
"You've ruined me," Darkness gasped, knowing she spoke the truth. No other man would ever be able to compare to this. How would she survive when he inevitably got tired of her loose body and threw her to the side? She would forever be drawn to Jericho, her body refusing all other pleasure that he didn't provide. "You ruined me~!" Darkness moaned, clenching down on his length and finding that she couldn't. Her body had a mind of its own.
Jericho spanked her again, his hand striking the same place he had the first time. "Of course I did," He said, sounding like he expected nothing less. She found that confidence intoxicating. It was even better than those dreams that the succubi used to give her, before she had been barred from the establishment. He expected her to completely break because of his penis. As if it was a foregone conclusion that she could do nothing about.
More than anything in the world, at that moment, Darkness wanted to break.
Jericho shifted behind her before she felt a hand grab her by her ponytail. It hurt a little when he pulled her hair, his grip tugging her head back while the other gripped her at the waist. Darkness went cross-eyed as he slowly extracted himself from her lewd body. Sex was so much better than she could have possibly imagined. The pleasure was so intense, the pain and humiliation so raw, beyond anything could have ever given herself. It was frightening in a way that made Darkness feel drunk on pure ecstasy.
As depraved as it was, Darkness prayed to Eris that this could be the rest of her life -- Jericho fucking her.
"I'm about to start," Jericho said, and she could feel his rumbling voice throughout her body.
"...Eh?" Darkness gasped out, not comprehending the words. What did he mean that he was about to start--
Darkness received her answer a second later when her vision filled with stars -- Jericho thrust into her and pulled out, only to repeat the action. She felt the impact of his hips slapping into her ass rattle her bones, the sounds of her lewd body echoing in her ears, but it was all overshadowed by the white-hot pleasure coursing through her. It was indescribable -- sex wasn't something that you did, it was something that you experienced with all five senses.
He used her ponytail to yank her back as pounded into her wet and needy sex, his other hand digging into her hip -- pulling her body backwards in a near perfect arc, while her legs, of their own accord , hooked around his legs to give him better leverage to use to ravish her. With each powerful thrust, her obscenely large breasts bounced until her own hands came up to gab and twist them. She pawed at herself, her fingers finding her painfully hard nipples and tormenting them -- she pinched, twisted, and pulled at the sensitive nubs.
She couldn't wait until Jericho knocked her up and they began producing milk.
Time meant nothing to Darkness as Jericho pounded her into submission. The mind-numbing pleasure and intensity of their coupling beyond anything she could have ever imagined. She measured time by the rhythmic gouging of her stomach as he violated her in body and spirit. Her orgasms washed over her like the waves of the tide, rolling over her head one after another.
Each one hit her like a tidal wave, crushing her under tons of water before dragging her out into the sea that enveloped her in an ocean of white-hot ecstasy. Her body rose out of it naturally, but before she could so much as take a breath, another tidal wave slammed into her and dragged her back out into the depths of the ocean.
It could have been minutes. It could have been days. It could have been years, even. Jericho fucked her all the same, playing her body like an instrument that he was a master of.
However, regardless of how long it had been, Jericho slammed his hips into her, burying his penis as deep as he could go, before it felt like pure fire was released into her womb. Darkness howled in pleasure, a scream ripping from her throat as she felt her womb be filled with his seed. And to her horror, her body proved too small of a container because it spilled out despite how tightly her body griped Jericho's length. Darkness howled in pleasure, a scream ripping from her throat as she felt her womb fill with his seed. To her horror, her body proved too small of a container. The excess spilled out despite how greedily her body gripped Jericho's length.
Her hands left her breasts, reaching down between her legs where they were connected to scoop up the seed that escaped. It smeared onto her hands,forcing her to lick it up to avoid wasting a single precious drop. It no longer tasted of chocolate, but something else-- something sweet, and familiar, that she couldn't quite place. Darkness managed to lickher hands clean before Jericho unceremoniously dropped her. Darkness fell down, sliding off of his dick and to the floor without his strong arms to hold her up.Darkness reacted instantly, placing a hand between her legs againto catch his cum as itseeped out of her rather than using it to breakher fall.
"You came so much inside of me," Darkness breathed, panting for breath. The palm of her hand felt full so she brought her hand up to lap upthe contents. Some still spilled onto the floor, however -- and in a display that would forever shame her, Darkness pivoted to lick that up too, while her other hand moved to prevent any more of Jericho's precious cum from hitting the ground. She treated it with the same devotion as she would a sacred object of her faith.
"You really are in a class of your own, Darkness," Jericho said. It sounded like praise, but she enjoyed it just as much as she would words of scorn.
Once the floor was clean, Darkness looked up to see that his penis still stood at attention. It was coated in her juices and his own, and Darkness felt herself falling in love. It had impressed her before, but now that she had experienced what it could do to her, Darkness knew that she couldn't live without Jericho's cock. Jericho let out a breath of amusement. The dismissiveness of it was perfect.
Her newfound love lowered itself to her face, and Darkness opened her mouthwide to accept it her abused throat once again filling up with Jericho's cock. Her body tried to reject him, coughing and sputtering so much that it sent drool dripping down her chin, but she fought against her body's rebellious reflex. If Jericho wanted to have her gag on his dick until she blacked out, she'd happily do so.
Though, it seemed that he disappointingly decided to take mercy on her and withdraw his cock. Darkness heaved, looking up at Jericho with blurry eyes as tears had gathered involuntarily in her eyes. To her horror, he took a step back. Had she done something to displease him?
"Never thought I'd need a sex dungeon, but it sure is convenient," Jericho remarked, before he headed to one of the corners of the dungeon. He grabbed a standing mirror he had spotted earlier before unfolding it, revealing that it was actually three mirrors attached together. "What light are you, Darkness?"
For a split second, Darkness had absolutely no clue what he meant. Her mind felt hazy and filled with the aftershocks of countless orgasms. Then it clicked a few seconds later, "Green." She would always be green. No matter what depraved act he wanted to do to her, Darkness would happily submit.
Jericho spared her a glance, trying to see if she was lying or not. He seemed satisfied that she wasn't, because he said nothing in response. Instead, he grabbed a bench and set up the mirror around it. Darkness clenched, and it was only then that she realized just how empty she felt without his thick cock plugging her up. Jericho took a seat, the bench groaning under his weight, before he looked to her. "Come," he ordered, and she nearly did.
He was treating her like a dog. So she crawled forward on all fours like one, her gaze affixed to his cock and her ass wagging in the air behind her. Her legs felt numb from her savage fucking, but she made her way to him all the same. Once she had arrived in front of him, Jericho raised her up, forcing her to look at the three mirrors that displayed her body. The sight was a striking one. There were spots of cum that she had missed on her breasts, tear marks tracking downher cheeks, and her groin was absolutely drenched.
What would her father say if he could see her now? He’d disown her in a heartbeat -- she'd threw away her virginity, ruining her prospects as a nobleman’s wife. It was a humiliation she'd bear for the rest of her life. Darkness couldn’t be happier about it. She’d do it all over again, no matter the cost! This was where she belonged -- in a sex dungeon, and filled to the brim.
Jericho’s cock poked her, but not the entrance that he had previously used. Darkness watched as her expression changed. For so long, she had taken great care to conceal her true nature. No one knew her true desires. Yet, the facade came crashing down. An uncertain but excited smile found its way to her face, her face flushed with depraved anticipation.
She couldn’t wait. She didn’t have it in her. Her pride had been cast away, and her will to resist along with it. Darkness threw herself down, impaling herself on Jericho’s cock and felt herself be ruined twice over. Her head rolled back as his cock pierced her bottom, her vagina clenching on empty air as she came a little from the impact -- she would have fallen over if Jericho wasn’t behind her.
“Greedy girl,” Jericho remarked, reaching up and pinching her chin to force her to look at her reflection. From three different angles, she saw exactly what kind of woman she had become -- the shameful expression of pure joy on her face at having his dick inside her butt, the eyes bright with lust… even whores didn’t look so shameful.
Darkness clenched around his length, feeling out how high it went inside her. It felt like his dick was pushing up against her stomach -- she had felt full when he was inside her pussy, but anal made her feel even fuller than before. The pleasure was different from normal sex, but the feeling was equally as intense. Almost like different flavors of the same dessert. Her favorite dessert.
But, as delicious as they were separate, combining them proved almost to be too much for her. Darkness watched in awe as Jericho’s free hand traveled her body -- cupping one of her large breasts and roughly pinching the nipple, earning a low moan from her in response. His hand ran over her stomach,before it settled between her legs. Darkness’s mouth hung open, her breathing reduced to nothing but harsh pants. It felt like pure electricity was flowing through her when his fingers slipped into her slutty pussy. It was less filling than his penis, but combined with the dick in her ass it was too much. Far too much.
“Yes~!” Darkness came, her hips bucking as she gushed with enough force that it splattered over the mirror. However, when Jericho took that as a cue to actually start fucking her, Darkness’s vision started to fade to black.
This… she would never be able to get enough of this.
…
I lost a day fucking Darkness. A full twenty-four hours of nonstop sex. The only breaks were for food and the time that she blacked out early on. I woke her up trying to extract myself from inside of her, and the session continued. It was actually kinda incredible considering that she was a virgin. Endurance really made all the difference in the world.
It was kind of odd to think about, but Darkness was the sexual equivalent to me -- you know, except that I wasn't a masochist.
“Phew,” I said, throwing on my shirt. Darkness was on a table, covered from head to toe with cum like a glazed donut. It leaked out of her various holes. A full day is what it took to tire her out. She would come to eventually, and if the first impression hinted at anything, she'd want round. And I would lose another full day. As enjoyable as that sounded, I did have other things to do.
So, after sparing Darkness one last glance, I ascended the stairs and stepped into the library. I heard footsteps outside, but when I stepped out, I didn't see anyone. Doing a quick check of the time, I saw that it was around noon, so I started walking.
"-peaceful rest," I heard someone say, the voice reaching me from around the corner. Rounding it, I saw that it was Hestia -- her hands were clasped in a prayer to herself, her eyes closed, but she seemed to hear me because she threw a wide smile at me. "Jericho!"
"Hey -- I was about to head to Axel. Wanna come?" I asked, though I suspected I knew what the answer was going to be when I saw the expression on her face.
She looked to the side, "Aqua already went to Axel." she said. Meaning that the city would be heaping praise on her and would generally be incredibly obnoxious. In theory, at least.
"The crazies left with Kazuma," I pointed out. That would probably help things calm down a bit. The ones that had started to guard the city gates to prevent 'heretics' from entering were probably all gone, so I wouldn't need to fight my way into the city from now on. Which was actually a little disappointing. I had taken to wearing my rings into the city, so my stats were a lot lower. Barely a fraction of what they had been.
Fighting my way through blood-thirsty zealots that held an intense and personal hatred for me and who were willing to do everything they could to prevent me from entering… well, it almost reminded me of the Dungeon. I was seeing some rather nice stat growth.
Hestia seemed to think about it for a moment before she glanced over at something next to her. "Maybe next time," she offered with an apologetic smile. I just shrugged my shoulders, accepting the answer.
"Alright. Want me to grab anything?" I asked as I started to walk away, Hestia quickly rattled off a grocery list for me to pick up. Basics. Hestia had taken to cooking for the Familia, and I found that she loved having a full pantry.
After that, I made my way to the city of Axel. I had been right about one thing -- the city felt a lot emptier. I noticed it as soon as I stepped through the unguarded gate, the streets were never full to the brim, but it was pretty common to see people milling about. However, on the main road, there were probably less than thirty people in total.
Striding forward, for possibly the first time since I had arrived here, I didn't receive untold amounts of stink-eye from everyone that I passed by. Oh, I received some alright, but it was a lot less intense than what I typically got from members of the Axis cult. No one so much as spat at me, much less tried to 'trip' or 'accidentally' stab me in the kidney with a rusty, shit-covered knife. Axel almost seemed peaceful once again, if a bit emptier than it had been.
For now at least, I thought to myself as I heard the distant sounds of cheering. Walking by the Guild Hall, I saw Aqua on a table performing that- absolutely incredible- stupid fucking party trick. She was already working on a second wave of conversions. Her worshipers would be absolutely unbearable when they returned from their not-crusade. As much as I hated to admit it -- and I really, really, really, hated to admit it -- Aqua was currently winning the conversion race.
I had to think of something soon. I refuse to let that idiot beat me in anything. Hestia needed more worshipers.
A sigh escaped me as I continued onward to my destination -- a set of stairs in a back alley. A place that was never advertised, but everyone knew was here. The last time I had been here, it had been quite a scene.
"Welcome- oh! Er… welcome?" The greeter said, drawing attention to me, and sounding far less certain about welcoming me into their place of business. I looked around the succubi bar. It looked relatively unchanged, except for the fact it was a lot emptier. Though, last time I was here, it had been a party, so I really didn't know if this was what it typically looked like.
That being said, I doubted it. Succubi milled around, sitting at the bar and at the tables, idly chatting until they saw me enter and their interest perked up a bit.
I reached into my inventory to display the coupon, earning some incredibly dull stares. Wow. "I had a few things I wanted to speak to you all about. Is your boss in?" I asked them, making the succubus behind the counter at the bar perk up. Her curves were every bit as lascivious as Darkness's -- and I wasn't sure who that said more about -- and she only wore a small bathing suit thing. It amounted to a very stretched-out V-shaped sling bikini, covering her nipples and vagina, if only barely, while leaving her mocha-colored skin bare.
"I'm listening," she said, leaning forward as she cupped her breast. "But I'm not sure what use you would have for dreams. I can smell the sex on you," she said, earning a cocked eyebrow from me. I was pretty sure Natural Deodorant would have taken care of that.
I walked forward, uncaring of those listening in. Actually, it was better for me that way.
"That's partly why I'm here. I hooked up with Darkness-" I said, and I instantly got a thousand-yard stare at the mere mention of her name. That was… wow. Darkness, just what wet dreams did you ask for to get a reaction like that. "And I know she's a world-class masochist. So, I was wondering if it was possible to do something like giving me dream training so I can safely learn what she's into."
Sex was fun, but safety did come first. I didn't have much experience with BDSM beyond being a generally dominant person, and pinning someone's hands down as we fucked. There was stuff like choking and other more extreme things that you really shouldn't be learning in the heat of the moment.
The succubus blinked slowly, "I'm not sure you want to learn what she's into." She remarked drily, a feeling that I could tell was shared by the other succubi in the room. "That girl… I'm not sure the word masochist truly encapsulates what she is…"
What the fuck Darkness?
However, after saying that the succubus shook her head, "But you're welcome to give it a shot. We can do so now if you would like. As you can see, demand has been rather low with all of our usual clientele off fighting the Demon King," she said, walking around the counter and walking over to the couch that Kazuma had been snorting something off a naked succubus. She gestured to it.
Huh. That was actually perfect. "That was another thing I wanted to talk to you about," I said, taking a seat. Reaching into my inventory, I pulled out a small crystal. A little something I had whipped up. "I'm working with Wiz to provide items for her shop -- this is a storage medium I made for dreams. Would you be able to imprint a dream onto this? It connects to a headset that can let someone experience what's in the crystal without needing to be asleep." To that, she blinked slowly, taking the chip from my hand.
Her gaze slid to me, then to the chip. "Compensation is nice, but the purpose of this little bar is to sate our need for life force. Unless each of those headsets come with a free succubus, I'm not sure what we have to gain from destroying our current business model."
That was a point I had thought of beforehand, so I had an answer ready. "Not destroy, just change. Which, from the sounds of it, you need right now. I'll leave the specifics to be discussed between you and Wiz since I'm just the supplier." I said, making the Succubus think on it. She pointedly glanced over the empty room and the succubi that were trying very hard to look like they weren't hanging off of my every word.
Then, with a theatrical sigh, she focused on the crystal for a second. "There. It has the last dream that Darkness requested before she was blacklisted, altered to be a training manual," she said as I pulled a headset from my inventory.
Darkness, what the fuck.
"...Right," I said, sliding the crystal in before I put the headset on. Turning it on, I saw… nothing? Huh. So, either it didn't work or the object fell underneath an illusion, meaning that my Mind Defense rejected it. "Could someone else try it? I have a Divine blessing that makes it impossible for illusions to work on me." I said, taking the headset off.
That earned me a few odd looks, but it wasn't like they didn't know about Hestia.
None of the Succubi wanted to, so they played rock, paper, scissors to see who would bite the bullet. The one that was picked was a young-looking girl, the one that had been sent to Kazuma's mansion in canon. However, before she could put it on, the boss Succubus took it out of her hands. "You aren't prepared for this, little one," she said before putting the headset on.
Seriously, what the fuck, Darkness?
The boss Succubus shivered before she quickly took off the headset and passed it back to me. There was a dull, almost lifeless look in her eyes. Like she had stared into the abyss. Like she had witnessed the very worst of humanity’s depravity. And, knowing Darkness, that might be a little too close to the truth. "It works just fine."
"... Right…" I muttered, taking it back as I eyed the headset. I shoved it into my inventory.
The boss Succubus let out a sigh, "Since we couldn't fulfill your first request, perhaps there's something we can do to make up for it?" She questioned, giving me a coy look. "I've heard a great deal about you -- we all have. Perhaps we can show you a skill?" She asked, and I knew that she was playing with me, but she had my attention. "A skill?"
"One that's only known by succubi -- Vitality Transfer. You see, when we consume the seed of adventures, we take a small smidgen of their life force. However, it would be possible to take a great deal more. It could possibly kill them, especially if they're weaker, which is why our target demographic is adventurers, but the more we consume the more powerful we become." She explained, cozying up to me. "However, there is a lesser-known use for it -- you can empower others with your seed. Drinking it is good, anal is better, but a womb full of cum is best."
Okay, now she really had my attention. That sounded powerful. Not for me, but for the other members of the party. I would always have my ways of growing stronger -- but the progress for the others would always be a lot slower. With a skill like that, it meant that I could empower the other members of my familia.
"Are the effects permanent?" I asked, earning a small shrug.
"It's more of a battery -- others can bank up a lot of charge, but the more you use, the less you have until you can get another… refill." She said, dragging a hand up my arm and feeling my bicep. The action felt familiar.
"I'd like to learn the skill," I admitted, "But, if you’re looking for life force as compensation, I'm afraid you won't be able to take it from the tap," I stated in no uncertain terms. That caused her to withdraw her hand, graciously taking the hint. "But… I do think we can come to an arrangement," I tacked on.
The Sucbbbus smiled, reading my mind. After all, there was a great deal of spillage in the sex dungeon.
I'm sure Darkness wouldn't mind.
Comments
marids
The chapter was interesting, and not for the smut either. Trying to change the business model of succubi and getting new skills are both potentially good things. But other than making more items for Wiz to sell, I'm not sure what Jericho intends to do to give the succubi an alternative for life force to feed off, since he shouldn't and indeed didn't provide it by himself to compensate. Some more thoughts from Jericho on his plans and what he intends to do could be help readers understand what goals are being achieved right now and for what reasons.
