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4 - Mine (r18) [MAV]
🕑 Added 2024-04-30 00:35:43 +0000 UTCWarning: Explicit Content
[ Brooke Estate, Manchester ]
[ 12 August 1986 ]
"Let's go see our new house. Move."
In an instant, Camilla was somewhere else.
She was still in Matteo's arms– the thought made her blush– but instead of her classroom, they were in a bedroom. A very luxurious bedroom at that. She was about to ask where... but she quickly but two and two together– this was their new estate. Then her eyes went wide as it all started to sink in.
In just a handful of minutes, Matteo took her in as his, gifted her an 'estate,' and then teleported them across the country. Revealing feat after feat. To someone who was completely unfamiliar with the supernatural, she was awestruck. She literally could not comprehend the true extent of Matteo's strength... and she found herself out of her depths.
Matteo sat down on the edge of the bed, adjusting Camilla so that she was sitting in his lap, both of her legs wrapping around his sides. She felt his hands sinking into her butt, along with something hard pressing into her ass– Camilla's face went red when she realized what that 'something' was.
She felt her breathing get heavier. 'I'm really going to do it? Right here, right now... I'm going to do it with a child?'
Matteo paused, leaning back slightly at her thoughts. "Camilla..."
"Y-Yes?"
"The thought of doing something so vulgar with a child, does it arouse you?"
"W-What? Of course not!"
"Oh Camilla, did you forget I could read your thoughts?" Her face paled. "It does excite you, doesn't it? To think a school teacher would be such a pervert..."
She was about to refute, but she held back. 'Am I really a pervert?'
"Camilla, you're hardly the only person with a few months to live. Do you want to know why I approached you, of all people? Well, besides you being such a cute woman?"
Camilla blushed at the compliment, "U-Um, why?"
"Well, you are a woman with a semblance of a connection to me, one that could be used to explain the circumstances leading up to... adoption."
"A-Adoption?!"
"Oh, you didn't know? I'm an orphan. But that's not the point..." Matteo trailed off, before smiling wickedly. "How does it feel, knowing that you're going to lose your virginity to your son, mom?"
Her breath hitched. "B-But..."
"Sssh, don't deny it. You're dripping at the thought," Matteo chided. "But remember. Even if you are going to be 'adopting' me, I don't belong to you– you are MINE. Understand?"
'H-He's so controlling. Demanding.' Her breathing quickened. 'I love it.'
"That was actually one of the requirements I searched for. On top of quite literally scrying for 'cuties near me,' and 'women on death's door,' I also searched for people that would easily submit to someone they thought to be greater than themselves," Matteo said as he lifted her up and pushed her onto the bed, tearing off her sweater, pulling down her skirt. Revealing her massive breasts, held up by a black bra, as well as her matching black panties, clinging to her wide hips.
"You've already sold yourself to me. Your mind, body, and soul are mine, mine to corrupt and ruin as much as I want. To break."
She shuddered. Matteo's grin turned feral.
Then, all of the sudden, he was naked. Camilla found herself staring at his flawless skin, his perfectly sculpted figure, his perfect jawline, his bright blue eyes. She let out an "eep!" when something long and thick flopped onto her stomach.
Her panties were ripped away, revealing her drooling pussy.
"T-That's going inside me?" she mumbled, slightly afraid, but all the more aroused.
"Don't worry," Matteo soothed her, aligning his massive member with her slit, "I know that you must've heard that the first time hurts, but I won't hurt you in the slightest."
Then in a single thrust, he firmly pressed forwards, filling her pussy to the hilt.
"HNNNNNG!" Camilla groaned, sparks going off in her brain as she squirted along his cock.
The pleasure was far too intense– even as he tore her hymen, even as his meaty cock rutted in and out of her, ruthlessly stretching her pussy... she didn't feel pain, only pleasure. If anything, it was TOO much pleasure. Camilla could barely think.
"AAAHHN~! AAAHHN~! AAAAHHHHN~!"
She let out a gasp as Matteo tore off her bra, his hands roughly squeezing and pulling at her breasts, his fingers rubbing her nipples. With both of her nipples nearly as sensitive as her pussy, somehow, her vision went white as Matteo attacked them. Climax after climax, she didn't understand how she could've gone so long without sex, especially when it felt so good...
Then her eyes went wide as Matteo informed her.
Quite literally feeding her the information on what he was doing to her body.
Making her stretchier, fluffier, fatter. Her breasts, hips, and ass slowly getting more and more plump. Her nervous system being overhauled, making her extremely sensitive, making it easier for her to climax, and making her climaxes more intense. Remodeling her pussy, making it slicker and lewder, her threshold for arousal brought so low that she'd now be a dripping, slutty mess that kept itself lubed at every waking moment.
Reducing her body to that of a fucktoy, a cocksleeve.
She squirted once more as she realized– this was her life now. Her sole purpose from now on to be ravaged by Matteo.
"AAAAHHHN~! AAAAHHHHN~! AAAAAAHHHHN~!"
"I'm glad you like it," Matteo murmured. "Now that you're mine, your nothing more than my fucktoy, a bitch whose only purpose is to take my cock. You won't be spending a single second without all of your holes caked in my cum..."
Her mind in a haze, slowly but surely losing to pleasure, Camilla somehow found her hands tied above her head, her legs fastened to the bed. Held in place as Matteo ruthlessly ploughed her pussy again and again, and she didn't resist– she couldn't resist even if she wanted... and why would she ever want to? To Camilla, Matteo was her saviour, her owner, her... her master. That thought only made her pussy clench harder.
'Why would I ever fight this? I'm in heaven...'
"I'm glad you think of it that way." Her face flushed a fierce red, realizing once again that Matteo had access to her mind, her body, her everything.
"W-Wait–"
"Stick out your tongue... slut."
Camilla stopped in her tracks, embarrassed beyond belief that being called such a demeaning word was setting her pussy ablaze.
Then she felt Matteo's hands tighten around her neck.
"Augh– ACK!"
He was actively choking her, and she couldn't get away. It was terrifying... but it was all the more arousing. As Matteo pistoned in and out of her pussy, her hands and legs tied up, barely able to breathe as she was forced to cum again and again... Camilla realized that no matter what she tried, she would never be able to escape.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
As Matteo's cock repeatedly stuffed her pussy, the sound of his hips slapping against hers filled the room. Forced to lie there and take it, unable to escape, unable to breathe, Camilla writhed in pleasure as she cummed.
"AAAHHHNNNNG~!"
Camilla's eyes rolled up into her head, but Matteo did not stop. Only caring for his own indulgence, he continued to ram in and out of her quim. Camilla found herself moving in pace with his thrusts, jutting out her hips to get more of Matteo inside her.
Forcing Matteo's bitch-breaker deeper, further.
All while her vision went hazy, unable to escape, unable to breathe, only able to cum.
Again and again and again.
Camilla was powerless against him. If Matteo wanted to keep her tied up, her only task to be mated and fucked– her only job being to service him– she wouldn't be able to say no. If he truly wanted her to be nothing more than a cocksleeve, forced to take his cock whenever he desired her, she wouldn't be able to refute him.
Then she felt Matteo stop, his cock fully hilted in her quim, pressing against her womb.
Then he cummed.
Camilla squealed in delight as Matteo's baby-batter flooded her pussy, her belly swelling to contain it all. Still fully hilted, Matteo continued to shoot rope after rope of his hot, fiery cum into Camilla's pussy. After filling her womb to the absolute brim, his massive load shot out of the edges of her cunt, coating the base of his cock.
"Good girl," he soothed her, his hands loosening... much to her disappointment.
"Oh? Disappointed? Look how far you've fallen," he chided, "but if that's the case, I guess I can 'reward' you."
Before Camilla could even ask, a few things happened at once– Matteo's cock left her pussy, her restraints vanished, and she was pulled to the edge of the bed, her head leaning off the side of the frame, upside down.
"Wha– GAGHK!" and she was answered with a throat full of cock.
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!
Camilla's eyes rolled as Matteo's bitch-breaker of a cock pistoned in and out of her throat, depriving her of air. Ruthlessly fucking her face hard and fast. Climaxing again and again as her throat-pussy was ravaged, Matteo's scent filling her head with subby thoughts as her nose was repeatedly pressed into his crotch. Her throat being used to clean up the mess that she had made, all because she was unable to contain his cum.
"GAGHK! GAGHK!
As Camilla writhed in pleasure, unable to breathe, she didn't resist– the thought of not being able to escape her master, her tormentor, only exciting her further.
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
Her eyes tearing up as Matteo choked her with his hands, grabbing her throat and pulling her into his thrusts. Choking her as he fucked her harder, faster, and rougher.
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
Camilla reveled in the degradation. In the way drool, spit, and left over cum dripped down into her eyes and nose. In the way Matteo's sack slapped into her face. He was clearly looking down on her, demeaning her, devaluing her to that of a toy... and he was right to do so, since he was so much smarter, stronger, so much better than her.
And after a few more minutes of being throat-fucked, Matteo came without warning.
Unloading his spunk straight down her gullet.
"GAGHK!"
Camilla reflexively pulled back, but Matteo held her by the throat and kept her from moving, all while he pumped shot after shot straight into her stomach. Even as cum burst out of her nose and the edges of her mouth, and tears formed in her eyes, Matteo continued to hold her in place. Even as Camilla violently thrashed, on the brink of drowning in his thick, hot cum, she couldn't escape.
'I-I'm going to die. I'm really going to die.'
Then her vision went white as she climaxed harder than ever before.
"Whew, that was nice," Matteo muttered, finally pulling out.
"Euk–! Euk, euk, euk," Camilla coughed as she sat up, panting heavily. "I– euk–! I thought I w-was going to die..."
Matteo sat next to her, one of his hands sinking into her ass while the other lightly fondled her right breast. "We're you scared?"
"N-No..."
"You can't lie to me," Matteo scolded her playfully. "It's only natural to be scared of death– but don't worry, I won't ever let you die. Now that you are mine, you aren't allowed to die." his tone sent shivers down her spine. "Well, unless you want to be choked to death... just to be resuscitated right afterwards, again, and again, and again..."
'F-Fuck... that sounds so hot.'
"Oh, well, we can try that another time," he chuckled, "not that we're done."
Camilla let out an "eep!" as Matteo dragged her back onto the bed, her hands and legs strung up by a rope that appeared with a snap of his fingers. Her arms pulled taut, her legs firmly spread to reveal her messy, cum-stuffed pussy. She gulped as she felt Matteo's hands seep into her butt, his massive member rubbing along her raised asscrack.
Despite the idea of anal sex scaring her, Camilla didn't voice her fears. She was Matteo's, his to use however he wanted. His to abuse, to ruin, to break.
There was no greater pleasure. Camilla could think of nothing better than serving Matteo until the end of time, serving her owner, her master, her Lord...
Matteo bristled at her thoughts.
"Camilla," he said softly, "You've seen me teleport, read your mind, make deals as if I was the devil, and you've even felt me modify YOUR body... but none of that was the work of my mutation. Not directly."
Camilla blinked out of her lust-filled haze, surprised. "It wasn't?"
"I call it Mastery," he continued, "I have the ability to master anything and everything, in just a handful of seconds. Whether it's setting a table, doing a backflip, learning a language, or even something as vague as 'trying to learn magic–'" Camilla's eyes widened– "I will master it in moments, and every extra second I spend pushes me even further towards perfection."
That was... wow. She didn't even know what to say.
"W-Why are you–"
"Why am I telling you this?" Matteo finished for her, grinning. "That's simple. Now that you're mine, it's only natural I tell you. But the real reason... it's the way you're looking at me now that you realize how impossibly powerful that I am. The way you see me as something so obscenely great, so beyond comprehension, as something akin to a deity, nearly to the point of worship... to the point that you can't even think of defying me..."
Matteo let out a breath, "it's erotic."
"Wha–"
"And it honestly wouldn't even be that far off. I'm only eight–" Camilla blanched– "but I'm already immortal, and I'm one of the strongest beings on the planet. And with Mastery, I will only continue to grow in power, knowledge, and skill, until I can contend with the threats that reach beyond the edges of our galaxy, our dimension, our universe."
"W-Wait, galaxy? Dimension?"
"Don't worry about that," Matteo assured her. "Just believe in me– believe in your owner, your master, your deity. All your worries, all your plights... discard them. Just give in, give in to the belief that I am all that you will ever need."
'To worship a man as god...' Camilla hadn't gone to church in years, but her mother had raised her a Christian. The thought of doing something so sacrilegious... it was a little exciting.
Camilla's breath hitched as she felt Matteo's cock throb, pressing against her asshole.
"T-Take me, my Lord..."
Why would she even try to fight it? For Matteo was her owner, her master, her deity. He was all that she would ever need.
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