Ink You / Us Ch. 07

He stepped back and sat on the bed, mostly covered from his midsection on down. She saw him cross his legs at the ankle so that one leg was exposed from toes to midthigh. Veera couldn't help but notice that just like the rest of Jay, they were perfect smooth toes and feet, with sculpted calves, that led up to blemish free thighs. Maybe they were perfect by virtue of the fact that Jay was so beautiful as opposed to the lower extremities having an intrinsic beauty. The sheet was cloaked over his other leg and his manhood. She had seen it before, had shoved it inside herself before, but the clear bulge next to his clothed thigh was enticing just the same.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Veera. You should sit too, please."

She nodded, and looked behind her, but the chair was on the other side of the room. She took a step towards it, but Jay raised a hand and smiled, "oh don't worry. You can just sit here on the floor."

And she did so, sitting cross-legged on the ground right in front of Jay. As she sat, she could hear the wetness shift as she sat. "What do you think of me? I'm not nearly as important as you. And I'm certainly not nearly as powerful as you. And my body is just weak compared to your's. Why am I making you so wet?"

"I..." she couldn't find the words. Just looking up at him from her seated position, the way he looked down at her made her insides turn to mush.

"Oh Veera," he said in a singsong tone. "I know what it is."

"Yes?" She asked.

"But first, may I please have another kiss?"

Run, an instinct deep within told her. Run away. You're...

From her position so near him, kissing him meant getting up on her knees between his knees and tilting her head up to kiss him. It would be awkward to stand up, so she didn't.

... losing.

She placed her hands on his thighs as he smiled down at her, and she began to lift herself up on her knees.

She breathed out and felt tension and stress leave her body as she let her body fall against him more. She folded into his embrace as they kissed. She had so many burdens - of command, family, and battle. But here, it was so nice just to know what to do. And it all felt good.

She opened her eyes and sat back on her heels, still kneeling. She felt like she was reeling and the world seemed unsteady.

Of course, the only reason she knew what to do was because someone asked her. Or really, told her.

When Jay came into focus, fear suddenly gripped her by her soaking cunt. Jay's flawless visage still stared down at her with something less a smile and more a condescending smirk. And atop his head, she saw a pair of dark horns. They were smooth, almost polished in appearance, dark as his hair, but unmistakably demonic in its origins. The contrast between his boyish handsome visage, the condescension of his expression, and the grotesque extensions of bone atop his head was striking.

"What... are you?" She breathed, feeling herself drip onto the room's floor.

"What are you?" He replied back to her. "You're a general. A queen. A strong independent woman. But you're in the bedroom with an incubus. And I think you know where that puts you."

"I'm an escape," he said, and his voice reached into her mind, bouncing around until she couldn't help but think his words. "An escape from all your burdens. A release from your strength and the responsibility it brings. Doesn't that sound amazing?"

Amazing...

"... yes." She heard her voice say.

"And I can show you how," he said.

"Show me..."

"Just listen to me," he said. "And obey me."

Obey.

"And I'll make sure you understand exactly what to do. No more hard choices. It's so easy."

Easy.

Jay looked down at her as he stood up. Or at least, a part of Jay did. He felt odd, as if he was watching himself from outside his own body. Veera just stared at him, as he leaned back and placed his feet on either side of her head.

"You don't have to do anything until I say," he said, stretching out luxuriantly. He laid back fully on the bed, keeping his ankles on her shoulders. "No worries about taking the lead. Taking charge."

She felt him shift as he edged forward, and she felt his smooth ankles, then calves flank her face, his toes brushing through her voluminous red hair. "Oh! I just had an idea."

His legs were removed and he got up and walked over to the window. Veera remained on the ground, staring forward. She felt him take her arms, and place them behind her. He then began to tie her wrists with something. "This is a little piece of cord they use to tie the curtain. It's a flimsy little thing. I am telling you though, please don't break it. Okay?"

She nodded. She pulled on it a little, and could tell that even a normal adult could probably break it. Jay's fingers gently pulled her hair behind her head, touching and tracing along her cheeks with the motion. His voice was a low growl as he said, "and I'll be so very upset with you if you do."

He pushed her backwards, and if she had bothered to think about it, with barely any strength at all. But because he pushed, she fell with the motion. Her legs were pinned oddly beneath her, and she had to twist and contort to get them out. When she did, she felt the velvet soft skin of his foot on her stomach.

"Flex," he said.

She felt her stomach muscles clench, then her thighs, and her shoulders. All of her body tensed at his command. He stood over her, arms crossed lightly as he placed more and more weight on her stomach. Jay caught her gaze and glanced away, almost bored. He then undid his make-shift toga that he made from the sheet, and let it fall to the floor.

He stood over her, a beautiful teenage nymph. Every line, curve, and swell of his toned, firm athletic body seemed magnified in her mind. She had spent time extolling the physical virtues of her people, but she felt foolish for it now. He was perfection embodied.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" he asked.

She nodded.

He raised his hands to his face, running his thin, long, graceful fingers down his cheeks, his neck, and then over his pectorals. Down his abs and then...

She blinked several times. She had been so enraptured, so devoid of independent thought that she hadn't noticed the other change in addition to the horns.

His hands wrapped around his manhood. Already quite ample before, it now hung low, dragged down by its sheer weight. His fingers couldn't encircle the root of it. Thick veins and vessels that ran along its surface, and Veera could almost see them pulse with his heart beat. It seemed larger than it was erect before. It was a terrifying, aberrant appendage - once again, contrasting the smooth, exquisite charm of his body.

For someone so perfect, so divine to show her his dark, dirty, awful parts... she felt privileged, as if let in on a secret.

"If you please me, I'll get hard," he said.

She nodded again, just once.

"What am I doing to you, your highness?"

More weight on her torso now, he was practically standing on her. "Stepping... on me."

"Do you like it?"

She nodded, staring up at him with awe. He removed the foot, his hands still idly playing with himself. He was nudging his cock with his fingers lightly, and she watched it swing pendulously.

"Then you better convince me."

"Please..." she mouthed the words, and was immediately struck by how unfamiliar it felt in her mouth - both in the word itself as well as the tone. All her life, indecision and uncertainty were treated as weaknesses in both a warrior and a leader.

He remained where he was, watching her impassively.

"Please, step... on me, Jay."

He put more weight on her, and she let out a breath of relief. "Thank... you," she said. Another unfamiliar pair of words and tone. Then she let out a surprised yelp as he lightly kicked her left breast hard enough to make it wobble.

"You have such huge tits, Veera," he said. "They don't belong on a warrior. Or even a woman. They belong on a cow."

He stepped on her breast now, the heel of his foot digging into her copious titflesh. She thought of back home, the long line of suitors she had. Men and women who wanted to marry into her bloodline for power itself, the long line of admirers who had fallen for her and loved and lusted for her from afar. The people who felt like she was an untouchable warrior goddess on a pedestal...

And Jay was stepping on her tits. Just for cruel satisfaction. His toes pinched her nipples, and he looked like he was doing a dull chore. Pride leaked out of her cunt in a steady trickle.

There was another kick, harder this time. She watched her udders flop as he looked down at her with distaste. He alternated his kicks on her breasts. He paused, and then with an expression of muted pleased malice, he stepped up onto her teats.

Her muscles could turn aside edged steel, and glancing blows would be completely ignored, but his entire weight on her bust was uncomfortable even for Veera. She took a deep breath, and released slowly as the uncomfortable pressure on her chest and her massive mammaries increased.

"They're the size of my head," he said. "How do people take you seriously? Comfy though."

Balancing on her tits, he lifted one foot and placed the sole completely on her nose, smooshing it down as his heel mashed into her lips. Any painter worth their acrylics would have wept for the privilege to capture a fraction of her face's features to canvas, but here, Jay showed it such disdain. He hooked a toe into her mouth, stretching out the corner of her mouth. Then he inserted it fully, stretching her mouth into a stupid looking gape.

Pleasure raced down her spine in electric thrills and back up again, as her dignity squirted out of her cunt. A strangled cry escaped her lips, her eyes opened bewildered. Why did this feel so good? He stepped back onto her breasts again, flattening out their normally fully, rounded, perky shape.

He played with his heavy, swinging shaft as it dripped precum down onto her face. Reflexively, she opened her mouth to catch the long colloidal drip as it came down. Her eyes fluttered, tasting the brackish offering. She had a group of bodyguards at home, her well-being and comfort was the priority of many people in her tribe. Everyone at home would be incensed at this treatment of her.

"There's something wrong with you, Veera. I'm not sure I want my cock touching someone as depraved as you."

He stepped off of her and she groaned, breathing deeply to recover. Jay walked around until he stood between her legs, and she felt herself move them further apart, knees bent slightly, inviting him.

"Do you want something, you fat titted cow?"

She nodded again, desperately. "Please... fuck me."

"As we figured out, the only way you fuck is on top."

"It's how I do it. It's how I must do it. Because... that's how people see me."

"If I'm going to shove this in you, I'm not letting you on top."

"... yes... okay... Just please..."

And then he placed his heel on her soaking lips, parting them, grinding her clit with his heel. She arched her back as he continued to step on her.

"This little thing here?" He asked. "You think it's big enough for this? I'm barely going to be able to get the head in."

"Just... shove it..."

"You got big tits, a big ass, and a tiny little girl pussy," he placed his hands on his waist, the momentum of his rocking back and forth on her clit with his foot making his cock sway with his movements.

Veera was quite prolific in both battle and in bed, and she had left a score of satisfied and awed lovers in her wake. Never, ever had she been insulted for the lack of size of anything - from muscles to breasts to of course, her...

"Little... girl pussy..." she said.

"That's right," Jay replied.

"Just... split me open," she whimpered. "Break... my little girl pussy, please..."

Here was a voice that had shouted orders on a crowded battlefield, heard above the clang of steel and the cries of warriors, but now she was begging.

"I'm not even hard yet," he said. He smirked, "getting there though. You're managing to please me."

His cock had swollen a bit, swinging even more ponderously, but it still clearly had room to grow. "Feed me your pride. And maybe I'll fuck you."

"Please!" She arched her back again, smashing her cunt up into his foot as it continued to grind down on her.

"What are you?" he asked.

"W-what?" she stammered, and then she looked into his face and read the contempt and pity there. She heard his thoughts drilling into her, too loud to ignore.

A fat... titted.. "... cow!" her mouth blurted out. He kept grinding her clit with his heel, a look of pure disgust on his face as she edged closer and closer.

In almost every sexual encounter before this, whenever she came, it was by her own hand, or thrusting, or motion. She knew how to touch herself and use a partner's body to get herself there. She wasn't in control here, and therefore it took a more meandering path to orgasm, but when she did...

"Goddess!" She arched her back, lifting her ass off the floor as her body clenched. Her dignity squirted out of her forcefully, splashing Jay's foot.

"You dirty little whore," he said down to her coldly. "You soaked my ankles."

He rubbed her overly sensitive post-orgasmic clit with his foot again, but this time he put more of his weight into it. Once again, her battle hardened body was finding it had very sensitive places that were normally hidden by virtue of size, armor, or location. In a normal woman without Veera's enhanced body, it might have caused harm. Jay was somehow intuitively judging where her pain thresholds were and just riding the intensity of his actions right up to it.

"I'm sorry!" she cried out. "Sorry!"

Even as she begged his forgiveness, the shame felt so freeing in a way. She couldn't afford to have any moments of weakness or shame in her life. So many people would suffer, including her mother and her sisters. Her soldiers. All the boys and girls who saw her as what a member of the Tribe should aspire to.

Jay tilted his head, watching the barbarian writhe on the ground as her orgasm continued, merging with the attenuated intensity of shame and sensation.

"I don't think anyone who lets a weak, little thing like me step on them is worthy of being called a warrior," Jay said. "And if they're cumming from it, what does that mean?"

He continued watching her until the sensations died down enough for her to focus on him.

"Break the bonds," he said.

Without thinking about it, and without any effort, Veera brought her arms forward, snapping the tiny cord that had bound her.

"Hands on the outside of your tits," Jay said. "No, on the sides." He walked around and tapped the left one on the side. "Push your fat cow tits together for me."

He strutted around until he was standing above her head, his cock and balls above her face. Then he knelt down, but instead of coming down onto her face, he was below it, with his shapely ass in front of her face. She realized that she was disappointed that he hadn't... what?

Then he slapped his meaty cock down on her nipples. He did this several times, and the sheer heft and weight of it was surprising, and she could actually feel it as it gained weight and hardness with each hit.

"There we go," she heard him say. "Please me."

He backed himself up until his full sack and balls sat on her chin, and he pressed his taint onto her mouth. What could she do? Her hands were stuck and he was on top. She stuck out her tongue, rejoicing at being able to do something so vulgar to someone so lovely.

He hummed in a pleased way, and she felt his cock into into the valley between her tits, sliding into them, slick with the copious precum that he created incessantly. His movements became bigger, his proportions allowing him quite a lot of movement while staying both on her face with cock between her tits. She hadn't seen it yet hard, but it felt like a fleshy club on her chest.

She felt so reduced. Reduced to her parts, her oversized, silly, bimbo tits and her shameful, eager mouth. Not only that, but as Jay moved, his entire undercarriage - balls, taint, and lower regions were rubbing across her chin, lips, and nose. Even the sides of her face were flanked by his thighs pressing in.

She had been reduced. A fuck toy to be mounted. Her face was just a surface for him to rub himself again.

The degradation hit her again, as hard as Jay's cock into her tit flesh, and her entire body shuddered.

He straightened up onto his knees, and began backing up. His swollen testicles passed over her eyes, and then his cock came into view. He kept backing up, further... and further... and further.

She couldn't believe how far he kept going until the tip was visible above her mouth. It was difficult to judge size from the position she was in, but she felt literally overshadowed by cock.

"Open," he said.

It wasn't possible, she thought. There wasn't a way. Nonetheless, she did. The tip slid in, but it widened very quickly, and the glans only fit into because they were soft enough to compress. But once it passed the opening of her lips, her mouth felt absolutely occupied by cock. Her jaw strained to the breaking point. She began making gagging noises as she was forced to turn her head upward, trying to give the cock a passage downward, but she felt no hope at getting the cock into her throat, instead just letting Jay batter the back of her mouth with his prodigious girth.

Because he willed it, she let him ram his broad cockhead into the back of her throat, forcing her to open up. She made undignified "GLUK! GLUK! GLUUUUK!" noises as he thrusted in a few times, then pushed.

"Hmm, a touch smaller, but definitely softer," she heard him say.

The immense pressure on her jaw reduced, and while she couldn't close her mouth any, she no longer felt like she was going to split her jaw. He was pushed forward with steady, but unyielding force. She felt a hand lay gently on the top of her neck. Veera had a moment of panic as her esophagus opened up, dilating unnaturally as his cock entered. She felt his hand on the outside of his neck and the odd sensation of her distending neck widening as he tracked the progress of himself into her.

Her vision was filled with Jay's balls approaching. The eyes are the window into the soul, and her soul was filled with fear and lust in equal measure. He kept pushing until she felt his balls resting on her eyes, his sack covering most of her nostrils. She struggled to breath through them, inhaling pure undiluted incubus cock and balls. The smell of a man's sex varied greatly depending on the man's hygiene, diet, and other biological factors. At worst, it was a turn off and a distraction that warranted correcting with washing. At best, it was a not unpleasant sexual scent.

But incubus ball musk was a mixed contradiction. They smelled incredibly potent and cloying. Almost as if she could smell the jizz inside. And rather than repelling, it was intense, but yet made her want more. It didn't help that she couldn't smell or see anything except man sack when he hilted inside of her.

She knew this was all she was good for.

And it felt so good.

***

Once again, a cabin in a field of snow. A long time ago, but not far from here.

Inside, the man held his child closely, singing a soft tune to the baby. He did more for himself than the sleeping infant's. He hoped his son couldn't hear those terrible sounds in slumber. The sounds that he could hear outside were horrific.

At first, there had been jeers and harsh tones of malicious mockery. Then there were clashes of metal and explosions - whether they were alchemical or magical, he couldn't tell. After that, he heard men begging - first for pleasure. Dedicating their lives to her. Then, they pleaded for their lives.