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Never Give a Yandere a Bolter [A Cliche (Yandere) 40k Romcom] Ch.27
🕑 Added 2023-06-18 17:49:17 +0000 UTCThe sound of grinding gears played within Octus’ mind. He was still trying to process the sight before him, not to mention Sabine’s revelation. She… wanted him to fuck other women. She wanted him to spread his seed. It would have been any other man’s fantasy but it just left Octus feeling confused.
Did Sabine think she wasn’t enough for him? Sure, he had the stamina of an immortal and he’d outlasted her every time they’d had sex so far… but that couldn’t be it, could it? He’d tried his best to make sure she knew he was satisfied with her, even if he couldn’t completely exhaust himself during sex.
And Octus thought he knew Sabine pretty well by now. She wouldn’t just say this to appease him somehow. If she said she wanted him to fuck other women, then it was because that’s what she really did want.
She said this was one of her proclivities… An explanation struck Octus. One that seemed impossible yet at the same time, made him throb at the possibilities. Was… was Sabine a pervert? A… cuckquean?
The idea was at odds with his mental image of Sabine. But the more he thought about it, the more it began to make sense. Sabine obviously wasn’t normal. Even Octus could see that. The love and devotion she showed him would have scared a lesser man. And in a twisted way, this was just another way for Sabine to show her love for him.
“Just take control~” Sabine cooed in his ear. “She wants it~ Look how eager she is to serve you~”
Sona was kneeling between Octus’ legs, staring up at him with worshipful eyes behind large circular glasses. His eyes were drawn to a small heart-shaped tattoo under one of her eyes. Was that new?…
Her dainty hands rubbed up and down his clothed thighs, drifting ever closer to his throbbing crotch. The underside of her black hair seemed to gleam an impossible neon color in a trick of the light. Black-painted lips contrasted perfectly with Sona’s dusky skin as if begging Octus to use them for his pleasure.
With nowhere for his gaze to land but on Sona, Octus couldn’t help but notice the change in her fashion. When they first met, Sona wore a little black dress that clung to her curves and was as sultry as it was exposing. Since pledging herself to Octus, Sona’s manner of dressing had changed dramatically so as to not bring shame to her new master. Something Octus was just now noticing.
Her new outfit was more modest and casual yet somehow just as seductive on her curvy frame. It was simple, not nearly as extravagant as Octus’ new digs. He still shuddered when he thought about how much work went into putting on the Rogue Trader uniform the girls had picked out for him.
A long-sleeved white top covered her entire torso, acting as the base for Sona’s outfit. Her large breasts strained the fabric of the shirt but it showed no cleavage. A plaid dress was worn over the top of the white shirt, giving the outfit a classy, almost homely feel to it. The dress extended to the top of Sona’s thighs, where caramel skin took back over until a pair of black and white striped thigh-high socks resumed coverage of Sona’s body.
‘The only thing missing is a collar so everyone knows she’s mine~,’ a more possessive part of Octus’ mind thought.
He couldn’t even find it in him to dispute that possessive part of his mind. It was right. A collar would look perfect on Sona’s neck and she was his now, right…? It would only be right for him to claim her properly…
His hands were moving before he realized what he was doing, urged on by Sabine’s whispers in his ears and the absolute willingness in Sona’s stare. Sona was practically vibrating in place as she realized this was actually happening! And though she hid it better, Sabine was in a similar state, molding herself against Octus’ back to get a better view of the show.
One of Octus’ large hands landed on top of Sona’s head. The other wrapped itself lightly but firmly around her slim throat. He couldn’t get her a collar right now so he’d just have to make do with his hands. Sona shivered at his touch, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his strong hands around her small~ weak~ and sensitive~ neck.
“Ya want this?” Octus asked in a soft but powerful voice.
Sona couldn’t nod fast enough, “Yesssssss!~”
“That’s it, Octus~” Sabine continued cooing in his ears, acting as the devil and the angel on his shoulder. “She needs this~ You need this too~ She’s already yours~ Take control~ Dominate her~ Mold her to your will~”
The confirmation of consent was the last thing Octus needed to give himself over to the moment, “No backing out. Ya asked for this. Once yer mine, yer mine.”
Sona was already fiddling with his pants, struggling to get them off as quickly as possible, “I already am~ Mind, body, and soul, Octus~”
Octus barked a laugh, releasing Sona and leaning his head back to rest against Sabine’s bosom, “Yeah, I guess ya are…”
He lifted his hips slightly, helping Sona pull his pants and underwear down. She did so in a single eager motion, causing his cock to spring out. His manhood throbbed as it made contact with open air. It leaned backward under its own weight, coming to rest against Octus’ stomach.
Sona was left gaping at the pillar of man meat that had barely missed her face. It was glorious. Large, strong, intimidating yet almost comforting to her lust-addled brain. This was the cure to the frustration and heat that had begun to build in her loins whenever she was around her master. It was everything Sona had hoped and dreamed for. And most of all, it was ~so interesting~!
Octus’ hand landed back on her head, urging her forward without words. Her body obeyed naturally. The monster in front of her seemed to loom over her, stretching from her chin to the top of her head yet Sona was not afraid of it. She was captivated.
A manly musk made Sona let out a content, shuddering sigh. Her cheek pressed lovingly to the shaft of Octus’ cock, rubbing against it like a cat. She even purred, actually purred at the heat radiating off Octus’ manhood. She looked up at Octus and he could have sworn he saw hearts flash in her pupils.
“Let me service you, My Master~ Let me help you relax~ Sit back and let me do all the work~” Sona purred.
“Maybe next time,” Octus chuckled darkly. “Right now I’ve got some frustrations to work out and yer mouth looks like the perfect outlet.”
Sona moaned and a shiver ran through her whole body, “Of course, Master! I’m yours to use! Anything you want! Anything for you!~”
“Good girl… Now, open up and try and relax that pretty little throat of yers~”
Sona complied immediately, positioning herself in front of his cock and opening wide in preparation for his girth. Octus’ fingers threaded through her hair and got a good grip on her head. Sona never broke eye contact with Octus even as he began pulling her forward onto his cock.
Her lips wrapped around his lower head, sucking tightly enough to make a seal around his cock. Her nimble tongue lavished him with attention and love as he continued his quest deeper into her mouth.
He quickly came to the back of Sona’s throat. She nodded, still staring into his eyes, and Octus felt her throat relax against the tip of his cock. He didn’t hesitate to push past the barrier and into her throat. As he did, his head fell back and a groan escaped him.
Sona was so tight, so warm, so pliable, and obedient for his cock. She didn’t gag or struggle once, even as he pushed deeper into her throat, cutting off her air supply. Her oral muscles hugged him as he went and her tongue never stopped swishing back and forth on the underside of his shaft. She was a perfect fit as if she had been born specifically to worship his cock.
Octus bottomed out in Sona’s throat almost effortlessly. She still hadn’t broken eye contact with him and those hearts in her eyes were back. This time, Octus knew they were real. If he didn’t know Sona was immune to the influences of Chaos, he would have suspected foul play from the Prince of Pleasure…
That thought was only on Octus’ mind for the briefest of seconds. Then Sona swallowed around his manhood and any sense of composure fled him in an instant. The sensation was intense. The muscles of her throat rippled up and down his length as if she was a professional milking machine.
“Fuck!~” Octus swore.
His grip on her skull wrenched her off of his cock before he could blow his load early. Sona was only able to gasp one breath before he pushed her all the way back down his shaft. She did choke on his cock the second time, not expecting Octus to be so rough with her. Still, she didn’t fight or resist at all, just letting him manhandle her and fuck her face.
Her eyes rolled up in her head and liquid pleasure splashed down her thighs. Her arousal pooled between her legs as she gushed from the way Octus was treating her. He was overwhelming, quickly becoming Sona’s whole world. All she could think of and do was choke on his glorious cock. All she could taste and smell was Octus. All she could hear were her own gags, chokes, and wet ‘ghlucks’. And all she could feel was absolute satisfaction and pleasure in her submission.
“Such… a good… Blank slut for me~” Octus grunted haltingly. “Thank the Emperor I managed to make ya loyal. Ya want something interesting in yer life? How’s my cock for interesting, So-tan?~”
Sona’s mind was sizzling and popping with pleasure but she still tried her best to reply to her master, “So~ Ghluc-… Shhoo~ goo-dmphh!~”
“Tsk, tsk,” Octus tutted with a smirk of cruel satisfaction, shoving Sona back down to choke on his cock. “Didn’t anyone ever teach ya not to talk with yer mouth full? If I gotta learn manners, I might as well teach ‘em to my slave girl as well. Isn’t that right, So-tan?~”
Once again, he didn’t stop facefucking her so she could answer coherently. Her opinion didn’t matter, especially not when her mouth had better things to do. Sona had sworn herself to him, mind, body, and soul. She was his to do what he pleased with. And right now, he was pleased to use her body for every ounce of pleasure he could.
Behind Octus, Sabine watched with vindication and more arousal than she knew what to do with. This was everything she’d hoped for. She was bearing witness to the first true and complete convert to Octus’ greatness. She knew Sona was already in love with him but now she was seeing that love turn into utter devotion before her very eyes.
Her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest as she watched her beloved spread his wings. This was how he should always be. This domination, this greatness… it should always be on full display. He was born to conquer and rule. Octus Humblestock, the Perpetual Rogue Trader, would spread his Emperor-given light to the unwashed masses of the galaxy and Sabine would be by his side the entire way.
Octus groaned, holding Sona down so that her lips were glued to the base of his cock, “Fuckkkk~ I’m close, So-tan~ Ready to swallow all of yer master’s stress?~”
Of course, Sona’s mouth was still too preoccupied to reply verbally. Instead of trying futilely to speak, a veritable wave of her feminine juices splashed from her core, staining her thigh-highs with her scent and arousal. Octus’ manhood was buried so deep in her throat that she couldn’t even breathe. And she was loving every moment of his domination.
“Don’t spill a drop,” Octus ordered. “If ya make a mess, I’m making ya clean it up. Well… any more of a mess…”
Sona tried to moan around with his girth lodged in her throat but it came out as a choked gurgle. And Octus just laughed at her attempt. Laughed! That sent her into another eyelid-fluttering, squirting orgasm.
Octus grunted, bucking his hips as Sona’s throat convulsed around him with her climax, “Here it comes. Ready? Take it all, So-tan!~”
His head fell back as he let ecstasy wash over him. Deep inside Sona’s throat, Octus exploded and Sona’s world exploded with him. Her only regret was that he was too deep for her to truly savor his essence. Thick warmth flowed into her stomach. His cock pulsed and throbbed and Sona drank desperately from it like a woman in the desert. She took it all, swallowing his load like she’d swallowed his shaft.
Octus held Sona there until he completely spilled himself down her gullet. Even as her lungs started to burn, Sona didn’t resist. She fought down her body’s instincts, almost desperate for just one more drop of her master’s glory. Her vision started to flicker and fade, her eyes blurred and crossed, and if she didn’t have such a benevolent master, she would have passed out with Octus’ cock still buried in her throat.
Thankfully, Octus noticed her consciousness fading. He slowly pulled her up his cock, having to fight primal instincts that told him to keep her there until she drowned in his seed. Still, Octus was in control of himself. Just because he let his base desires out to play didn’t mean he had completely given himself over to degeneracy, debauchery, and decadence.
The last few spurts and droplets of cum fell onto Sona’s tongue as Octus let his cockhead rest upon her lips. Even as she gasped for breath, Sona couldn’t stop herself from savoring those drops of her master’s essence. She suckled on his tip between desperate gulps of air.
Octus’ grip on her head loosened and he indulged her with deliciously lewd head pats, “Good girl, So-tan~ So good for me~ Ya took it all and ya didn’t complain once~”
Sona shivered from his gentle attentions and the positive reinforcement he was now lavishing her with. Another — much smaller — orgasm washed over her nerves. She stared up at him, her eyes pulsing with open adoration and heart-shaped pupils.
Despite still being in the afterglow of his first orgasm, that look in Sona’s eyes didn’t let Octus go soft. His cock was already throbbing back to life, thanks to his Perpetual stamina and the worship and devotion his So-tan was showing him. She was an utter mess, with drool and tears dripping down her face and femcum staining her thighs. She was beautiful and she was his. Nothing could have stopped Octus from claiming her completely.
“Aww, how can I resist when ya look at me like that, So-tan~?” Octus asked rhetorically with a smirk that turned into a possessive snarl.
He bent over, hands wrapping almost fully around her waist, and lifted her into his lap. Sona gasped as his hot, throbbing cock brushed against her lower lips, bringing her a hair away from yet another orgasm. She settled against the base of his cock, looking down to see it stretch from her pussy to her covered navel.
“Please~, Master~” Sona pleaded with a needy whine. “I need you inside me~ Touch me~ Claim me~ Use me~”
“I was planning on it~” Octus growled, lifting Sona even further so his upright cock was aligned with her entrance.
He didn’t give her another chance to beg for more. With a buck of his hips, he thrust Sona down the length of his shaft. Sona’s mouth opened in an ‘O’ shape and she went rigid at the feeling of suddenly being ~so full~. Her eyes made contact with Sabine’s over Octus’ shoulder. A blissful understanding passed between them instantly and Sabine was able to watch as Sona’s mind was rewritten around her beloved’s cock.
And Octus didn’t stop there. He didn’t give Sona a chance to regain her bearings, manhandling the sworn slave girl up off his cock and back down again. Sona’s eyes squeezed shut and a scream of pleasure was forced out of her. Octus’ tip kissed the deepest place in her core almost gently despite how rough he was being.
Any sense of coherency Sona might have felt disappeared soon after that. Her brain might as well have been drooling out of her ear as Octus took her mind and body and made both of them his bitch. She was being destroyed, fucked silly, mind-broken and Sona had never wanted anything more.
Sona’s submission to her master and his cock was absolute. There was not a single thought in her fucked-silly mind that did not revolve around Octus. He was the most ~interesting~ thing in the world. He was her light, her redemption, ~her master~. As her mind cracked and broke, it was rebuilt with only one thing at its core: Octus Humblestock.
With his glorious cock as the battering ram, Octus bashed down the gates of her mind. Sona welcomed his influence, his glory with open arms. Her eyes shot open, hearts pulsing in her pupils as she met Octus’ gaze. Her hands came up to caress his face as best she could while he continued fucking her brains out.
“Masshhtaaarr~” Sona moaned almost incoherently, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. “Lovvessh ywoooo, Masshtar~”
Octus met her devotion and declaration of love with a fierce kiss, shutting her up so he could focus on his own pleasure. Something that just made Sona cum harder. Her brain felt like it was rolling in her skull. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. White-hot bolts of lightning radiated from her well-fucked pussy and every inch of skin Octus touched.
She was his to lay claim to. And lay claim he did. Her tongue was bullied into submission by his. Her inner walls parted for his cock and eagerly sucked him in. Her clit and G-spot were just useless cum buttons at this point as every thrust sent her screaming into ecstasy. All Sona could do was submit and she did so with zeal as her master seemed to penetrate her very soul.
Then came the blow that cemented her new position and purpose in life more than anything that had come before it. Octus let out an animalistic bellow, squeezing Sona’s slender waist and pulling her down into his lap. His cockhead kissed the entrance to her womb almost lovingly as he ground her there.
His hips spasmed and bucked and he finally let go inside of her. Sona was given no consideration as he came and came into her depths, letting loose a flood of fertile, white-hot seed that threatened to turn her into his personal breeding sow. Octus didn’t ask if he could cum inside. He just took what was his by right and oath, spilling his essence within her and unconsciously trying his best to breed.
As heat flooded her core, Sona’s mind popped, fizzled, and snapped. She came utterly undone, losing all sense of self except when it concerned Octus. He was her rock against the rush of mindblowing pleasure. Her uninteresting past was erased like a Blank slate and all that remained was the most interesting thing in Sona’s life: her master Octus.
As the torrent of heat stemmed and stopped, Sona began to come back to herself. What was left of herself at least… Even though her body was on the verge of giving out on her, there was only one thing on her mind. She would serve and worship her master until the end of time.
A manic grin spread across her face and the hearts in her pupils didn’t fade. If anything, the hearts began to pulse with devotion and vibrant color. She began to grind herself upon Octus’ cock with jerky movements. Though her body wasn’t responding properly to her thoughts, Sona wouldn’t let something as small as potential nerve damage stop her…
“Uh, Sabine?” Octus said, having come back to himself as well now that he’d worked out his frustrations. “I think I broke her…”
“Really? She looks the exact same to me,” Sabine deadpanned.
Sona’s giggles were unhinged and manic in a way that Octus couldn’t help but find sexy, “Fufufufu~ Interesting master~”
“See, the exact same…”
