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4 - Mine (r18) [MKAV]
🕑 Added 2024-03-19 17:21:30 +0000 UTCWarning: Explicit Content
{Unnamed Mansion, California}
{12th August 1986}
All of the sudden, Camilla found herself somewhere else. She was still in Matteo's arms– the thought made her blush– but instead of her classroom, she was in a bedroom. A very luxurious bedroom at that.
One that she most certainly wouldn't be able to afford, not on a teacher's salary.
"Where are we–" she froze. Her eyes widened. "Did we just teleport?!"
Matteo chuckled, "we're in California."
"That's 5,000 miles away," she muttered in disbelief. "You– you can just do that? Travel halfway across the Earth, in an instant, whenever you want?"
"Well, I can't do it indefinitely, but yes."
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– 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, slightly surprised 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 that 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– oi, stop it with the pity stare. Sure, I never knew my parents, but I'm also practically a demi-god. I'm fine with it. Besides, that's not why I brought it up..." 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 'people close to death,' 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 perky H-cup breasts, held up by a black bra, as well as her matching black panties, clinging to her pleasantly plump figure.
"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 muscles, 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 much more aroused.
11 inches long, 1.9 inches thick.
"Don't worry," Matteo soothed her, aligning his cock with her slit, "I know you must've heard that the first time hurts, but I won't hurt you in the slightest."
Then, in one thrust, he pierced her stomach.
"HNNG!" Camilla moaned, her brain short-circuiting.
The pleasure was too intense– even as he tore her hymen, forcefully stretching the walls of her pussy, it didn't cause her pain, only pleasure. If anything, it was too much pleasure. Camilla could barely think.
"Ahhhng~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~!"
Her pussy stretched to accommodate it's intruder. She moaned as Matteo's cock slicked in and out of her, forcing her to take more than she should be able to, her gut already being remodeled by the massive bitch-breaker.
Being remade into a sleeve for Matteo's cock.
"I've modified– your body– a bit," Matteo said nonchalantly, all while he thrusted in and out of her snatch. "Not only is pain no longer an issue, you're pussy naturally lubes itself. You also might've noticed that the pleasure is... a bit more intense."
'Y-You think?' she thought, finding it hard to do more than gasp.
He leaned down towards her and nibbled her ear.
"I won't break you, but it'll be close," he whispered to her. Her pussy clenched. "Damn, to think the thought of breaking makes you tighter... should I make it bigger?"
Before she could wonder what Matteo was referring to, he leaned back and thrusted into her once more, and Camilla got her answer.
What was once eleven inches, became thirteen.
"AHHN~ AH~ AH!"
In a haze, Camilla found her hands tied above her head, her legs fastened to the bed, and she was completely and utterly lost in the highs of pleasure. Matteo thrusted into her 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, 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 vision went white as she came, 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, 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 repeatedly bred and fucked– her only job being to service him– she wouldn't be able to say no. If he wanted her to be nothing more than a cocksleeve, forced to take Matteo's cock whenever he desired her, she wouldn't be able to refute him.
Camilla stuck out her tongue.
"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 ask what he meant, a few things happened at once– Matteo's cock left her gut, her restraints vanished, and she was pulled to the edge of the bed.
"Wha– GAGHK!" and she was answered with a throat full of cock.
"Gaghk! Gaghk! Gaghk!"
Camilla's eyes rolled as Matteo's meat slicked in and out of her throat, all thirteen inches of him depriving her of air. He was relentless, fucking her face hard and fast. Camilla climaxed 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.
"Gaghk! 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 excited her further.
"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"
And after a few 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 she thrashed around, on the brink of drowning in his 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– cough– 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," he 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." Matteo's 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–" she blushed once again– "not that I'm done."
Camilla let out an "eep!" as she was once again pushed back onto the bed, except this time, the position was... different. She blushed.
'A m-mating press?'
Matteo grinned, almost as if he... as if he knew what she was thinking.
Camilla's face flushed red. 'When will I learn?'
Before she could even express her embarrassment, Matteo thrusted into her pussy, and her mind sparked from the pleasure. This position... with Matteo fully hilted in her twat, her gut felt like it was completely full. Even more so than before.
"NNNNNHG~!"
Camilla could've sworn that Matteo's member had gotten even bigger.
"It's up to– fourteen– and a half– inches," he answered her thoughts between thrusts.
"C-Christ," she muttered. 'How does it even fit?'
"I did make you more– malleable."
Matteo held Camilla's hands above her head, roughly thrusting in and out of her snatch, the sound of wet skin slapping against itself filling the room.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"AH~! ANNHG~! ANNHG~! ANNHG~!"
Then he stopped, fully hilted.
"Camilla," he said softly, "even if you haven't asked, you must've been wondering what my mutation was, right?"
"W-What– yes?" she answered, confused. 'We're doing this now?'
"Yes we are–" "Muuuu, please stop doing that–" "I'll think about it. But before that, let me tell you what my mutation is. You've seen me teleport, read your mind, modify my body, and you've even felt me modify YOUR body... but none of that was the work of my mutation. Not directly."
Camilla blinked, 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.
"If you were wondering, I've only had my mutation about... two weeks before I met you."
"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–"
"I would never want to conquer the world– far too much effort– but to be worshiped, to be regarded as a deity by a select few, until the end of time... it's tantalizing," he sighed, as if he was reminiscing a fond memory.
"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 a 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 up against her womb.
"T-Take me."
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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