Chapter 35: SS (A) – Warm Blueberry Pie

I've never known a girl like you before
Now, just like in a song from days of yore
Here you come a-knocking, knocking on my door
And I've never met a girl like you before

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"Oh, Ranni~," I singsonged as I found the four-armed blueberry reading in one of the smaller sitting rooms. She was sitting alone on a long couch, her legs sprawled out. It was the most relaxed I had ever seen her. She looked up at me as I spoke, and it told of our long time together that she looked wary at my cheerful voice. "There you are, dear. I was looking for you."

Her caution wouldn't help her.

"My Lord?" She asked warily as she set her book down. "Thy needed me?"

"Nothing too bad," I said gently, the cheer still in my voice as I sat on the couch. Lifting her legs, I slid myself under them and pulled them onto my lap. I started to gently massage her calves. "Just a quick question, is all."

"My Lord?" She asked again, looking in surprise at my action. Her face flushed a deep azure, and her lower hands were shyly twiddling their fingers. She was incredibly easy to read when she was not inhabiting a doll.

It was a unanimous decision of the Family to not tell her how cute she was.

"See," I continued to massage her legs, Sticky Fingers giving me insight on where to press my fingers just right. "I just wanted to know more about your interactions with the heroes of this world. You know, when you were acting as my 'herald.'"

"Wha- What would thee like to know?" Her breath was getting heavier, and her eyelids drooped. Her upper hands were now gripping at the fabric of the couch tightly.

"What happened?" I asked, pretending to focus on the massage. Realistically, I barely had to do anything. It had been only a month or so since she had gained a body that could feel and was incredibly easy to stimulate.

"As I told you, they though- They thought thee to be an agent of chaos, my Lord." She was panting now, her eyes closed and her skin a deep purple. "They mistook me for a 'Lord of Order,' similar to one of- one of them. They sought to stop thy advance. I- I could not allow such an act. We battled."

"Yep, yep," I said casually. I pressed into a rather sensitive spot on her thighs. She moaned. Instantly her hands, all four of them, rose to cover her mouth, and her eyes opened to stare at me in embarrassment. I pretended to not have heard or seen anything. "Before that, though. When you were talking. What, exactly, did you tell them about me?"

"I was thi- thine herald, thy guiding moonlight," she squeaked between her hands. "I acted in such a capacity to the best of my abilities, though t'was the first time I had been in such a position. My fam- family employed heralds, and I sought to imitate the best of them."

"How so?" I asked gently, pausing in my massage.

"I extolled thy virtues, of course." She looked at me with wide, begging eyes, her body completely flushed and shivering. Did she think this was a reward for good behaviour or something? Her face was practically screaming, 'praise me, praise me.' "Thy kind nature and thine unwavering tyranny." My eye twitched. "Thy benevolence to those thee embrace and thy ruthlessness to thine foes. I spoke of thy triumphs. Thy rise to power from humble beginnings to laying low all who opposed thee. I spoke of thy might, of how thy conquered worlds and gods who opposed thee. After doing my duty as herald, I extolled them to petition thine aid as I know thee are fond of the just. T'was then they decided to engage in their futile attempt to halt thine path."

I wanted to facepalm so bad right now.

This was what happened when you released someone with medieval sensibilities onto the modern world. It wasn't even something Grail Knowledge could fix since it was a simple difference in priorities. She thought all she said was compliments, something to be admired in a strong and firm ruler. She was unable to think of a world where strength wasn't something to be desired. Where you did not live with the ever-present threat of violence.

Pacifism? What's that? Can you eat it?

"Did you mention anything about 'consorts' or something like it?" I asked instead of groaning at the simple mistake that had led to such a colossal misunderstanding. No wonder the heroes were so wary of me.

"Possibly," Ranni said with a head tilt, her flush receding slightly after I stopped my magic fingers. "I mentioned something to that effect to the Diana lookalike. If they were to be our enemies, then bringing one to the Island for questioning and investigation made sense. Medea would be interested in the phenomenon of multidimensional copies, though I knew not that was what she was at the time. I know thee claimed to not want more consorts, but I also know it is a common fantasy for men to want to lay with twins."

Right, not only had she claimed I was a world-conquering tyrant but that I was a kidnapping rapist.

I was surprised heroes did try and kill me on sight.

Then again, the idea of a threesome with Wonder Woman and another Wonder Woman was incredibly hot. You know, if it wasn't for the implied rape.

I would have to channel my arousal at that idea into Ranni's punishment.

"Eeep," she squeaked as I pulled her onto my lap. My erection pressed into her, and I kissed her before she could say anything. It was clear she had no experience by the way she froze.

"I appreciate the effort," I said as I pulled away. Ranni's flush had redoubled once more. "I really do. But you have caused me a bit of a headache, so you must be punished." I said with a grin.

"My Lord?" She asked in a breathless daze.

"Don't worry, you'll enjoy it as much as me," I assured her. For some reason, she didn't seem reassured by my words. Weird. "Well, almost as much as me."

In one fluid motion, I lifted the blueberry goddess and laid her across my lap. Grabbing her voluminous cloak, I tossed it away, leaving her in a thick dress.

"Eeep," she squeaked once more. "My Lor-"

Smack!

Sticky Fingers did not give me a complete encyclopedic knowledge of someone's fetishes or a 'how-to' guide on how to please them. All it did was make their body language concerning sex and arousal clear. How to apply that knowledge became incredibly instinctual.

When I first spanked Ranni, I had intended to give her a few light swats and then proceed to hold her close and make sweet, sweet love to her since this was her first time. Like Artoria, more wild stuff could be tried later once Ranni was more comfortable.

The full-body shudder that passed through the goddess after only the first spank told me I might have accidentally hit a gold mine on accident.

Smack!

"Oooh!" She moaned beneath me at the second hit. I wasn't even trying to hurt her or even arouse her.

Smack!

She shuddered again, a low keening noise escaping her lips.

I blinked at her in surprise.

I didn't need Sticky Fingers to know she was getting off on this, but I was curious about where that pleasure was coming from. Was it the pain? The dominance? The loss of control? Was she really into butt stuff? So many questions. I would need to work hard to find out the truth.

Smack!

Alas, a curious man's work was never done.

Smack!

Truly, I lived the hardest (ha!) of lives. But it was my cross to bear.

Smack!

"MMMMMMmmmmmmnnnnnn!"

For science.

In between swats, I cast a minor crystal sorcery on my fingers and cut the straps of her dress. Then I tore the remains from her body, leaving her nude on my lap.

The way the pale blue ass lay there, inviting further punishment and her thighs glistened with arousal, told me she wanted more.

Smack!

Who was I to stop her?

Smack!

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The inviting jiggle of ass flesh, the way it wobbled and flushed as it met my palm, and the way her toes curled and thighs clenched together furthered my desire to play with her even further.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

I watched her writhe and shudder under my hand, my dick rock hard in my pants from the image and all the movement. She panted and gasped, unable to form words as both pairs of cheeks darkened. One of her hands held a knuckle in her mouth, biting down to keep her 'silence,' while the other three flailed and grasped at anything they could reach.

Smack!

As I spanked her, I tried other things. I held her down, lightly pinched, prodded, petted and caressed. I tried a little of everything short of penetration, trying to find her actual kinks.

Knowing your partner's likes and dislikes is paramount to a healthy sexual relationship.

Smack!

I pinched a dark blue nipple between my fingers, and she went wild. Spasming, thrashing, and bucking her hips as her biggest orgasm yet. I held her, no longer spanking her as she bucked and buckled.

That confirmed my idea.

She wasn't a masochist. Well, she was, but that was only a part of it. Pain, in the proper context, set her off because her body wasn't used to it. But so did all my other touches, no matter how harsh or gentle.

She craved sensation. Stimulation.

She was so sensitive to everything I suspected she would get off on literally anything I did to her that physically stimulated her body.

What a wonderful woman.

I set her on the couch and stood, removing my clothes in a hurry. I was so horny now; my erection could hammer in a nail.

"Wha-" She gasped, refocusing slightly as I let her go. Four wobbly arms propped her up, and she looked at me with glazed eyes. "Husband? 'hat was 'at. Why dids't thou sto-" Her words slurred, but she got them under control only to freeze as she took in my naked form and position.

I loomed over her.

I didn't know her exact height, but I was pretty tall, so I towered over her by at least a foot and a half. Her head barely reached my chest when we stood side by side. Laying half sprawled across the couch, the shadow I cast covered her entirely.

She looked up at me with wide eyes. There was a hint of fear in her eyes and a lot of lust.

"Kyaa~" Testing out another theory of mine, I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her into the air, so we were at eye level. Bodily handling her like a living doll, I sat back on the couch.

In one fluid motion, I was in her.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" She screamed, her arms grasping mine futily even as she orgasmed around my cock. She had been more than aroused enough that she hadn't felt any pain from the intrusion.

I clenched my teeth, holding her still as her warm inner walls undulated along my shaft. She was tight, incredibly so. I didn't have the biggest dick in the world, but I was more than the average, and she was tiny. As it was, I think it was only the magic of the Catalogue that allowed me to insert my entire length into her wet core.

After a few seconds, her thrashing stopped, and she calmed down, panting for breath.

Then I lifted her up.

And down.

"MMMMMMNNNNN!" She set off again. I didn't stop. I had girlfriends in the past who had been sensitive, but she took it to a whole 'nother level.

Lifting her up and down my shaft, like some sort of living sex tow, I did all the work.

Up. "OOOHHH!"

Down. "MMMMnnnn!"

Up. "HNgggh!"

Down. "Aggggh!"

Over and over, we moved. I moved. I usually liked having a bit more back and forth with my partners, but she was just so... willing. Her entire body was entrusted to me to do with as I please.

That power was intoxicating, and I drew nearer and nearer to my own orgasm.

Then two pairs of cool blue arms wrapped around my shoulders from behind.

Turning slightly, I saw the impassive face of one of Ranni's doll bodies meeting my eyes from less than an inch away.

"Thou art using me, my Lord Husband," the doll said. Even as her actual body buckled and heaved in my arms, as her vaginal walls pulled and writhed, trying to draw my orgasm from me, the voice was monotone. I found that incredibly erotic for some reason. "I, the goddess of the chill night, am thine living doll. To use at thy pleasure."

Her words, the calm monotone contrasting with her dirty words, sent me over the edge.

The doll disappeared as Ranni lost what little concentration she had as my cum spilled into her with the force of a canon. I held her tight, her thighs flush against mine as I emptied myself into her. Blast after blast of ropey fluid was emptied into her.

If it wasn't for my control of my fertility and my unique nature as a Great One, I was sure we'd be seeing the birth of a draconic demigod in nine months.

As it was, Ranni's small stomach looked slightly bloated from the amount. I can do better.

"Ah," Ranni finally sighed, her most recent and largest orgasm petering out even as I held her in place on my still rock-hard cock. "How wonderful, my Lord. We hath finally become one." It was illegal how wholesome she could be after what had just happened.

"Yep," I said as I leaned in to give her a quick peck on the lips. She covered her cheeks in embarrassment. How cute. "Now for the rest of your punishment."

Smack!

"Eeep!"

I'd ask her about Melina after we were done.

Smack!

In a few hours.

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My second sex scene.

I am happy with how it turned out, and I will start weaving them into the story rather than having them stay as side stories. I will try out different scenes with different women, lining them up with their characters to get better at writing them and working on their flow. I don't intend to sacrifice the main story for it, but I expect more once Emancipation is done. I mark any chapter with sex in it with an (A) in its title so people know what to expect without having to cut out the scenes with *warnings* in the middle of the chapter that I don't like.

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