Fuck.
Fuck the fucking challenge Queen Alicia presented to me. Fuck me for fucking accepting it. Fuck my body that seems to be both in the fucking paradise and in fucking hell because of the fucking Kiss. Fuck the fucking slavers that fucking ambushed me and caused this fucking situation in the first place. Fuck this. Fuck it all.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Okay, so. It's pretty clear that my body isn't rejecting any of the Kiss Queen Alicia pumped into me six and a half days ago. In fact, it seems to be revelling in it. I've been in a state of high arousal the whole time, the need to pleasure myself mounting every waking moment. At least now the pain that I had in the first three days is gone. Instead, I have the pain of an erect penis. That is, a penis that's been erect FOR THREE AND A HALF DAYS.
It seems that while the hormone decided that having a peehole and a clitoris was not okay. For the first three days I had to writhe in a mix of pain, agony and a need for an orgasm as my genitals reformed themselves, making a pecker grow from where my nub used to be. After that, only the need to get off remained.
But like it would be that easy. Noooo, that would be way too easy, Kyrie. Like you'd get off that easily.
I haven't reached a single. Friggin. Orgasm.
Not a single one.
It took allmy willpower not pleasure myself whilemy cock was growing, but after that, the arousal got to me. Then I had to start, in order to get at least some reprieve. But to my horror, whacking the new addition and fingering my hole only had the effect of hightening the need. I got some pleasure out of it, but now it's just agonizing since it's not building towards anything, but I can't stop it.
To my surprise though, it hasn't clouded my mind . In fact, my mind might be sharper than ever! Which is weird. Shouldn't Love Goddess's Kiss dull ones mind, not sharpen it?
And having a sharp mind in this state seems more like a curse than a blessing. I keep having such vivid fantasies of screwing Alicia senseless that they alone keep my need building up. Funnily enough, it's just Alicia. All other Azaries just pass under it. I've rationalized it that because I got the hormones from her and my body is now hooked to them, my subconscious thinks that she's the only source. Probably after a while, getting the Kiss from any Azarie would be sufficient to satisfy this addiction. I shudder at the thought. Me, tied down to a pole somewhere, used as a cum dump by the whole city. I can already feel how my body perks up as I imagine how the Queen has finally decided to use the new city bicyc-
Damn it! Now Alicia's invading even my damn waking nightmares! And now the thought aroused me! Stars above, what's happening to me?! Get yourself together, Kyrie!
Actually, since my mind's at Alicia again, it's kinda funny. What I've heard, when an addict is close to a source of the Kiss, not only does their arousal make their mind numb, but also their muscles relax, making them weak, helpless, and wanton. Instead, every time the Queen has visited me on these six days my mind hones on her, and I have to literally restrain myself from trying to have my way with her. Her mere presence draws me to her like honey draws a fly. Or a venus flytrap draws a fly, as is the case.
And the draw has only gotten worse. It's like I can sense where she is, and instinctively try to go there. Like now she's a few rooms away from me and... getting... closer...
Hell's bells! The Queen! She's coming to visit again. Noooo no no no no no. This isn't good. This isn't good at all. I'm not ready! Damn it, pull yourself together, Kyrie! You can do this! A half of a day to go, then I'll be free! Free, damn it! Don't screw this up, don't-
"Miss Kyrie?" I hear the Queen's bell like voice, and immediately focuses on that, blocking out everything else. My mind's eye starts to draw the situation, with Alicia right behind the door with all her glory, her face scrunched into a look of concern, if the tone of her voice is any indication. Her huge butt swinging from side to side as she changes the leg she lays her weight on, and her tail slowly twitching as she's impatiently waiting for my answer.
Oh, how easy a target she would be. I can easily surprise her and pin her down, and then pound that ass like there's no tomorrow. The bitch would deserve each stroke I, every drop of cum. I have a week's worth of arousal in me, and I will give that to her. With interest, compounded daily. Oh, I will give her so much of me that she breaks, and then I'll make her mine. She will be mine. Mine!
Wait, no! Snap out of it, Kyrie! Nooo, no, no, stop accumulating. Stop!
But my body doesn't respond. Instead, it just keeps instinctively accumulating mana. I can feel how the power courses to my fingertips, to the bottoms of my feet, to the tip of my tongue. The power runs through my veins to every part of my body, ready to be used to abuse Alicia. No longer is my body willing to align with my mind. No longer does my body respond to anything I tell it that won't in some way lead up to me having rough, passionate, lust filled sex with the Matriarch of the Azaries. My mind is the last thing still fighting this addiction.
And honestly? It's tired of it, too.
When people speak of magic in our world, they usually mean either one of two types. The more common one - which can be used by anyone who just has trained enough - is the magic of the body. A person's body generates life force, which it uses for movement and vitality. Usually, a body generates more life force than it needs, and then stores the excess in the body. Those trained in body magic are capable of tapping to that reserve, using it as a fuel to achieve extraordinary feats.
Less common is the magic of the mind. Every once in a while, say once in a thousand births, a child is born with the potential to see the world a differently, sensing the system that makes the laws of physics work. They have the ability to influence that system, and the willpower to succeed in it. These people are what the world has labeled wizards, witches and magicians.
But there's a third type that's mostly known only within the academic circles of the arcane. The magic of the soul. Theories go that the world is filled with an energy that has been dubbed 'mana'. When properly channeled, this energy can be used to do things beyond normal human comprehension. The problem with it, though, is that it's strenuous to gather enough mana to do anything, and unbelievably challenging to turn it into anything. It also requires really long rituals to gather the energy where one to try it by themselves, and the rituals are so complex and precise that one minor mistake can change the whole intended effect.
Yet, some have theorised that there exist individuals for whom accumulating mana is second nature. Individuals who can use that power naturally. Individuals who can comprehend what goes on behind a ritual, stripping it down to a simple spell. Or shape the mana into whatever they wish. The Gifted.
That is why I'm able to teleport behind Alicia while I'm still gathering the mana around me. With a quick twist of my wrist towards her, I summon the shadows to bind her arms on the wall, effectively disabling her. Alicia's head turns, and her eyes widen as she sees me standing there. I might be a bit terrifying sight, being all sex crazed and all. But I can't keep my eyes focused on her face for long enough to figure out what's going on in her head.
Instead, my gaze drops down to that beautiful bubble butt of hers. Her currently rather animated tail keeps me from seeing what she's hiding between those round cheeks, so I create another shadowy tentacle to bind it to the roof of the room. This has inadvertent effect of pushing her ass out more, giving me even better access to it. Too bad she hasn't thought of having the same kind of loincloth on the back like she has on the front. Too bad for her, that is.
I now see her genitals in all their glory. Her cock seem to be at half mast and dripping precum. The lips of her cunt have engorged, and a heavy stream's leaking out of it, down her legs. Even her asshole seems like it wants me. Or maybe that's just the little voice in the back of my head. The one that has been present every time Alicia has visited in these six days. The one that keeps whispering to my ear: Fuck her. Fuck her hard. She's your bitch. Make her your bitch. Show her you're the only one worthy to be her mate. Make her scream. Make her scream for you. Fuck her. Fuck her! FUCK HER!
And now, I'm finally willing to comply.
Without hesitation I warp to her, grabbing those cheeks and pulling her closer to me. I've long since stopped wearing clothes because of the friction they cause, and my dick has been rock hard for days now. So, without prolonging it any more, I plunge myself deep into her.
We both groan from the penetration, and the feelers inside her tush start making desperate grabs on my cock. This is it. This is what I've been missing for the past days. This complete feeling of pure pleasure. The need for more clouds my mind, and I start my unfettered thrusting, letting out animalistic grunts on each push in. The voice rejoices. Yes! Yees! Like that, keep going. Make her your bitch. Fill her with your seed. Impregnate her. Go deeper, deeper!
And I try. I try to get my dick's head deeper on every thrust. I try to build up an orgasm, and to get whatever I'll produce from it as deep inside her as I can. My pumps have no rhythm, no reason, just pure animalistic instinct.
My mind is completely blanked out by lust. The only things I can focus on are my lust and need for Alicia, and the voice egging me on. And I just barely notice that it seems like another voice has appeared in my head, one that reminds me of the Queen's voice. And it, too, is edging me on, saying the exact same things. Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me your bitch! Fill me with your seed!
Suddenly Alicia straightens her legs, lifting me off the ground with her donkey. I fall forward, my chest hitting her back, and wrap my arms and tail around her to keep me on. My legs wrap around her thighs in order to get some leverage, and then I resume the pelvic thrust with double the vigour. I can already feel an orgasm closing in. An orgasm! The first friggin orgasm in so long!
Suddenly, Alicia's vagina tightens around me, sending me over the edge. My cock starts pulsating as I cum, and the last shreds of logic deem that I'm pumping sperm into her. The two voices cheer and congratulate me with a Good girl, and I black out.
Once I start getting back to my senses, I realize that I'm resting on something firm but soft. And warm. Very warm. My head's laying on something that feels like a firm pillow, and my ear is hearing a calming, relaxed, rhythmic, thumping from underneath. There's a serene and protected atmosphere, one that is making me feel like I could keep on sleeping forever.
The second thing I realize is that the mind-breaking arousal is gone. What had been a ravaging storm these past days has calmed down to a nice summer rain. Still clearly there, but now it feels like a pleasant hum instead of an agonizing buzz.
