Chapter 14: Receiving Rewards From Mieko

You try to talk to your moms about what you found, but Chanelle is very clearly not really interested at all, just furrowing her brow in a mixture of confusion and boredom. Alexandra, at least, listens attentively, nodding along at various places as you explain everything you saw and found.

"Huh," she says, when you finish. "So you're like..." she trails off, brow scrunched in a bit. "Huh. That's interesting." She lets out a little laugh. "Hah. Bet my family would be real jealous if they knew I was the mom of somebody personally blessed by Luna. Funny, that," she says. "A lot of the women in the family would compete over how many kids they'd have, and they'd get real proud the more Chosen of Gaia they managed to pop out. Biggest number I ever saw was three. But a Chosen of Luna?" She smirks. "That's special."

"How many kids from your family aren't Chosen of Gaia?"

"I think... probably for every one chosen, there's nine that are just part of the family. And yes, that does mean that the male chosen of Gaia fuck a lot of women, a lot. Female chosen just pick a guy from the family they want and make him their pet."

"Huh. So do you think they'd be more interested in meeting me n-"

"No." Alex pauses, letting out a long sigh. "At best, they'd try to tie you down and make you impregnate every woman in the family." You mentally think it'd be pretty cool to get fucked by dozens of strange women trying to get pregnant. Especially if you used your powers to make sure that it didn't work, so you could enjoy it indefini- "Brighton! My family see everything in terms of war, you'd just be a war asset, and one they couldn't trust not to just run away. Don't go running off to join them."

"I wasn't going to." It was just idle fantasies. She doesn't need to be so rude. Maybe you could make her suck your dick again? That'd teach her. She's your mom, though. Wait until you're less mad, then decide if she still deserves to have to suck your dick. Maybe right in front of Chanelle? That'd be hot. You shake your head and try to refocus, just plucking a topic from the aether. "I was wondering if you had idea what those spiders were?"

"You said they were Weaver-spirits, right? Wyld, Weaver, Wyrm, it's kind of a... I always thought it was more philosophical than literal. Creation, Preservation, Destruction. Like the Trimurti. Nobody ever worshiped any of them, or talked about doing so, other than in a Satan worshiping kind of sense where the whole government is basically in the thrall of the Wyrm, especially BLM."

"Who should I talk to to learn more about that stuff, then?"

"A werewolf, probably. That... Roxy girl, or Isabel. It's part of the general religion, I think all of them are followers."

"Alright. Thanks for your info, mom. I have some other stuff I need to handle." Namely the hard-on that has come from the idea of making Alexandra suck you off right in front of Chanelle. You give her a quick hug, trying not to make your stiffy brushing against her stomach too obvious, and then head on out, calling up Mieko, telling her you'll be there in her office in a bit.

* * *

"Thank you for killing Millicent, goshujinsama," Mieko says, sounding genuinely pleased as she sits primly in her seat. She clearly thinks that sitting behind a desk, with several of her mooks outside her (currently locked) office means that you won't do anything to her. Little does she know you've been nursing a grudge fuck since you left home, and she's going to be the one you take it out on.

"Don't thank me, thank my cock," you say, starting to unzip your pants right then and there. She flinches back, an obvious look of near-disgust on her face for just a moment before she quiets it.

"Goshujinsama, please, wouldn't you rather use this onahole in a private place?"

"If I wanted to use you in a private place, I'd have arranged this meeting at a motel or something instead of your office." You remove your very hard cock from your pants, gently stroking it, stepping around to her side of the desk. Your tip presses up against her cheek, smearing a bit of precum against it. She's cold again. As you recall, that makes it harder for her to come...

You plop down on her desk, your dick pointing right at her face. She takes in a long breath through her nostrils, glancing up at you with a tiny degree of scorn and defiance that vanishes a moment later. It makes it even sexier than if she just pretended to be completely compliant - knowing that she's just acting really gives you a sadistic thrill that even Julia can't manage to fulfill. "Before we get started, why are you cold today?"

"I'm black cycled," she tells you, happy to have an excuse not to immediately get stuck on your cock. "It requires less energy to maintain... the movement of the body, with the consequence that my nature as a risen dead is more obvious."

"I see. Well, if you manage to impress me with your blowjob, then I'll make sure you enjoy what comes after. If not... well, not my fault," you say, grasping the base of your massive cock and waggling it in front of her.

She nods, swallowing audibly, and leans forward to start sucking you off, pretty Asian features contorted as her mouth stretches wide.

At first, her lips simply wrap around your tip. Her pretty, dark brown eyes stare up at you as she holds herself in place, forming a perfect shape with the ridge of your cock. Her hand reaches up for your length, gently stroking what isn't in her mouth, and you can feel as her mouth gradually fills with saliva in this position, unable to swallow or stop what's occurring in the least. The saliva is cool to the touch, like dipping your dick in a pool at night, but of course you're not satisfied with just this, and she realizes as much.

Her lips slither down your length slowly, agonizingly so. Her spit seems to fill up her mouth and wash your cock; her eyes wear a hazy look of bored hatred and melancholy as she works her way down your cock. You just smirk down at her. "You have the most beautifully ridiculous look on your face," you tell her. "Looking up with hate in your eyes while your lips are stretched wide like that... but you know that you can't do anything but suck me off, right? I just killed your enemy, Milicent, with ease. The only reason you're alive is that I stopped my bitch from killing you, so if you disobey in the slightest-"

She chokes on your cock, gagging loudly as your dick hits the back of her throat. She goes cross-eyed, but she doesn't cry, simply furrowing her brow and grinding her throat up against your dick, trying to take you deeper. You sigh and enjoy the sensations, the tightening of her throat around your length as her pale skin lewdly contrast your own slightly darker shade.

"Mmm, fuck. Imagine if your little minions saw you right now. Maybe they'd even want to see what I'm seeing? See you down on your knees, sucking them off, that once-proud mouth of yours turned into an onahole for my use?" There's a hint of a snarl in her eyes, but she just keeps choking and gagging on your dick, saliva running over her lower lip in a thick froth. "But that doesn't matter. You're my onahole now, and I'm not going to share you." Your hand pats her head, then gathers her long, silken, dark hair into a bunch. "You don't have a boyfriend or a husband or anything, right?" It's not that you care that much, but - she's yours now. Her sleeping with other men would be... unacceptable.

She shakes her head, sloshing yet more saliva up over her lower lip and sending it lewdly cascading down onto her petite tits, onto the sleek and elegant dress she was wearing. You just smile at that response.

"Good. Nobody else is allowed to use your onahole cunt, throat, or ass, except me, you understand?" She nods gingerly, still spasming softly as her throat strains to take your cock deeper. Her cool throat is like a wonderfully, invitingly wet and lukewarm hole, just a sheathe born solely for the purpose of one day being used by your dick, and it is just a delight. "Get it all in your throat, onahole," you tell her, and she meekly nods.

No matter how long she struggles, no matter how much saliva escapes her mouth, no matter what expression she makes - whether it's feigned lust or open content - she doesn't cry. You slip your phone out of your pocket, snapping a couple pictures of her like this, just enjoying the scene of your dick, halfway in her mouth, the vampire beneath you spasming on your dick despite the fact that she clearly doesn't need air at all, some autonomic function that still operates despite those tearless eyes. "What's your favorite thing about my cock?" You ask, still gently directing her further down, making her put in all the effort to get it in her mouth. "Hmm. I guess you can't answer right now. Is it its size? Its taste? Its warmth? Its appearance? Is it the fact that it's a god's cock, that a lowly little leech like you is blessed to be allowed to taste? Or maybe you just have a fetish for white men?"

The hateful look in her eyes at that comment is absolutely beautiful, and you take a few shots with your phone of that beautiful look. Then you peel it out of her mouth, and her eyes bulge, a certain fear that she hasn't managed to do it yet but you're already stopping her while she's midway through.

Her mouth is soon pulled free from your cock, despite the way she tries to stick to you. Saliva splashes freely from her mouth when the seal is broken, like a dolphin splashing water up through the air as her tongue hangs out dumbly, flicking to try to obtain that extra lick. You slap your dick against her cheeks, smearing her own spit against her features. "Oh, you do love it, don't you? You love feeling it in your mouth, you're so desperate to get it back in your mouth." She lets out a little whimper at that.

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You both know what she's upset about - that her attempts to choke herself on your cock, to take you all the way to the base, have been disrupted and ruined in such a way. You keep smacking your dick against her face, though, pressing your tip up against her nostrils so she can smell your precum, just smearing yourself up against her. She looks the image of the delicate Japanese lady, of the stern businesswoman, except for all the precum and spit that's been smeared across her features, and the look of rage and hatred on her face.

"I like... when you choke me on it, goshujin-" is all she gets out before you ram your cock back down her throat. You don't rise from your seat, taking a lazy position as you fuck her face on your dick, staring down at her. You flick through your phone, finding some nude photos you took of Julia's beautiful, sexy, sensual body, as you use Mieko's throat just like a masturbation aid, jamming her down your dick, getting an inch deeper each time. Compared to the glorious curves, the lovely, perfect skin, the lusty eyes full of intelligence of Julia, the beautiful woman beneath you, slobbering all over your dick, is nothing. It's like comparing the Venus de Milo and some aspiring young college student's pottery; it can be as well-done as you like, but that transcendant beauty can't be captured by an amateur.

"You're not as sexy as my bitch, you know," you tell her, your voice mild as you flick through photograph after photograph, of Julia soaked in your cum, of her lust-filled eyes, of her leaking cunt. "She lets me do whatever I want to her - and loves it. She's my personal sex goddess, the masochistic ideal woman, completely without the slightest flaw. You might be pretty, but there's nothing more under that." Your cock twitches as you finally ram yourself all the way down her throat, your balls finally slapping against her chin.

"I hold you in contempt. I really do see you as an onahole, that's not just dirty talk." You explain this to her in cold language as she can only wither under your gaze, saliva bubbling up from her mouth as her tongue does its best to continue to slither about on the underside of your cock. "Even for sadistic sex, she's better, since she's hotter and can take a lot of punishment without complaint. But..." You smirk. "I want to enjoy watching you fall apart beneath me. I want to see that prissy, hateful look of yours warp in to one of abject surrender. I want to see your pride shatter. My bitch loves me, and I would never hurt her. But you? You, I can watch your mind shatter into a thousand pieces as I turn you into a living masturbation aid, and I won't feel the slightest remorse."

With those words, you unload straight down her throat, closing your eyes, your hips bucking as you spray hot cum straight down her throat. When you're finished coming completely, you lean back, exhausted, and she gently, slowly, peels her way off your cock. There's no hate in her expression at the moment. She looks positively meek - afraid of you. Your cock twitches.

"Was that good, goshujinsama?" Those words escape her throat with perfect, submissive, obsequious deference. She swallows the spit that's pooled in her mouth, her eyes looking up at you for mercy.

"It was good," you say, meeting her eyes with yours, showing her the briefest flash of raw lust in your expression, and compelling her to feel the same. She doesn't flush with color, her body doesn't tremble as goosebumps run along her skin, but her cold eyes are suddenly alight with arousal. You reach down for her hair, yanking her up by it, forcing her forward onto the desk. Her sleek black dress, chaste and feminine and classy, gets pulled up hastily past her legs, tangling up around her waist; a moment later, her panties are simply torn apart in your frantic movements, your hard cock soon pressing up against her sex. She trembles slightly, a mix of fear and lust written on her beautiful features.

You grip her by the hips, ramming your cock inside her cunt in a single furious movement, making her desk audibly shift and squeak and scrape against the floor beneath it. She lets out a hot pant, fingers clawing at the surface of the desk, as she struggles to maintain her composure in spite of what you're doing to her. As she struggles not to cry out, biting down on her tongue and ducking her head forward, you lean over her, holding her by the hips for the moment. "You're a hole for me to use now," you tell her, as you wiggle your cock around inside her. "Good as a toy, a baby incubator, and not much else. I can kill all your enemies... or you and all your friends, if you make me angry. So what value do you have, other than as a receptacle for my cock?"

"N-none," she stammers out, her voice quailing as your cock swivels around inside her. "I'm... your onahole, goshujinsama," she says. You doubt she believes it, but that's fine with you. As long as she says it, your dick's going to stay hard a long time.

"And that's all you are, isn't it?"

She nods in silence. You grasp her hair, yanking on it, forcing her to nod more enthusiastically. The look of humiliation on her still-pale face is a delight to drink in. "Since you don't want to use your mouth," you explain, as you start to properly fuck her, using your grip on her hair to force her to nod, to twist her about however you please, your free hand going down to pinch and twist and tug on her clit, making her sputter in pleasure, saliva dripping over her lower lip as she's yanked about. "You love getting raped by me, don't you?" She nods - or, you force her to nod, frantically, overpoweringly. She squirms on your cock, clearly growing closer to orgasm with each moment.

"Even though you know that it would ruin your position in the Yamaguchi if anybody ever found out, you look forward to feeling my cock every single day, don't you?" Again, another forced nod, the frantic clenching of her teeth the only warning that comes before her cunt begins to clench and grip on your dick. You just yank roughly on her hair and clit, abusing her body front and back, and yank your dick out of her slick cunt, your cock now bathed in her juices. She sputters, eyes rolling back to try to see you, to understand what you're doing, but she doesn't need to see to feel your cockhead press up against her puckered rosebud. "I figure since you're so cold right now, there's no chance of a baby going in you, right?" She shakes her head pitifully, weakly. "So I'm going to try this hole out."

That's all the warning she gets before you ram yourself into her sphincter, your cock lodging itself deep inside her. She shudders at the sensation, her body twisting in some incoherent response to your movements, a mix of pain and pleasure that is accompanied by just the tiniest rasp of breath, like the gentle exhalation of an empty water bottle.

"Stay quiet if you don't want to be caught," you tell her, with a wicked smile, even as you plan to make that quite difficult. Her dress doesn't cover her neck or shoulders, revealing her collar bone but not much more. You decide to mark all that area, leaning forward and biting down in animal instinct.

It feels incredible. Your cock is pounding at her ass, balls slapping at her cunt, fingers teasing her clit, as she squirms beneath you. You feel like a hunter who's finally caught his prey, a crocodile about to do a death roll, as she struggles to keep herself silent. Her eyes by now are clenched shut, her whole face warped with nothing but an overwhelming focus that is necessary to maintain that silence, while you just use and fuck her, leaving bite marks across her bare skin as you do, staining that pearly white beautiful nadeshiko-looking body with your rough gaijin mouth.

"Beg for me to come in your pussy," you breathe out in her ear, once you're suitably satisfied that she'll have to cover herself up before she leaves the office. "Beg for it, onahole," you repeat, when she fails to respond, giving her ass a sharp swat. "Beg for me to breed you."

"Ye, yesh, goshujinsa~ama." Her voice is hoarse, a whisper that wobbles with each pump of your cock inside her, as she struggles limply to maintain her voice, her control. "Come in, your o-o-onahole's, cunt," she pleads, sounding like she might genuinely be asking for it, if only for an end to this whole experience. It makes you feel like a sexual god, your pace getting faster and harder inside her, your fingers tangling around her hair as you leave all kinds of lovely marks across her skin with your mouth.

She comes again, in that position, as your hand continues to experiment with the roughest ways to treat her clit and cunt, making her spasm and jerk, experiencing blissful ecstasy in silence so that none of her subordinates will hear of her humiliation. Her eyes clench shut as if to block out what's happening, but you don't go on to use her cunt just yet, preferring to really ramp up the humiliation by showing her your control over her body and yours - by making her come, a lot more.

Orgasm after orgasm rushes through her, as you use your accrued knowledge of her weak points. By the time you finally begin to run low on energy, it's been at least an hour since you started fucking her. Were she not a dead thing, no doubt she'd be a sweaty mess. Instead, she's an inert cumdump lying on her belly on the desk, barely even twitching except when another orgasm makes her thrash. Her eyes are hazy, gazing into the middle distance, as if she could find some salvation there, but none comes. Only your cock, ramming into her ass, and only wave after wave of pleasure found in the humiliation.

At last, you feel your balls churning, the point of no return coming quickly, and you pull out before slamming right back in, filling her cunt with your cock and, a moment later, a thick load of cum. She shudders and twitches at the feeling, a look almost like relief on her fucked-stupid face. When you pull out, you smear off the last couple droplets of cum on her pert little butt.

You give her ass (the clean side) a quick smack, enjoying the feeling of it, even if you don't get that delightful discoloration of pink you'd get from a proper smack. She just gurgles up a bit of drool in response, and you grab her by the hair, yanking her off the desk, forcing her back onto her knees in front of you. "Kiss it," you tell her, and she obediently does so, a dull look on her face. "Praise it."

"<You're... so good... dick.>" She loses her command of English for a moment, falling back to Japanese, and doesn't even seem to realize it.

"Clean it with your mouth."

"Hai, goshujinsama," is all she says before her tongue begins to slither along your length. Her eyes focus on your dick, not your face, ignoring as it begins to harden once more. You really did get a lot of energy out all over the inside of her body. Once she's finished to an adequate degree (she keeps licking up her own spit, which doesn't really work, that's how out of it she is), you tuck your dick away and leave her office through the window, transforming back into a bird.

You don't want anybody else to see her like this, after all. She's your fucktoy, not theirs.

* * *

Rei still isn't back when you arrive home. It's annoying. You pull off your pants and tangle yourself in the bed, lying down beneath layers of blankets and closing your eyes. For now, you just want to rest. You killed people, fucked people, raped people. You let sleep overtake you, in this comfy bedroom with your beloved family.

Halfway across town, as your dreams connect, Rei kicks her leg at the air.

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