Ears ringing, I returned to consciousness, despite all my senses feeling off.
My vision was filled with static; all I could hear was the incessant ringing that had returned me to consciousness; it felt like I had been making out with a handful of Mora, the metallic taste overpowering everything; my nose overwhelmed with a strong astringent aroma; and any attempt to move my limbs resulted in no sensation.
This wasn’t the first time I had awoken with my senses in disarray, albeit not to this extreme degree. Even Lisa’s more……unique forms of sexual play had never gotten to this point, even if we had definitely started to cross some sexual ethics lines before I’d finished the commission.
With a start, my body seized as energy burned around my wrists and ankles and causing them to flex against something that help them in place, the powerful energy returning sense to my extremities and alerting me to the fact I was apparently restrained, and the static that was clouding my vision began to dissipate, to quite an alluring surprise.
“Awaken, Serpent. Thy presence sullies my beloved realm, yet your Lady has work for such a detestable creature as thee.”
Sitting atop my hips, my raging cock measuring up her stomach, was very obviously Fischl, but also wasn’t.
She wasn’t Amy. That much I could ascertain with my dulled senses. But unlike Fischl, who was all bluster in the name of her fleeting dream, this Not-Fischl was almost like how she perceived herself.
Unlike Fischl whose hair was often up in twintails, and Amy was pulled back into a loose ponytail, Dream-Fischl’s hair flowed free, her phantasmal proof of sovereignty ensuring it fell down her back, with her bangs covering her left eye, as Fischl was fond of, which was where I knew whoever this is couldn’t be the Fischl I knew.
Her normally emerald green eye were a cold and furious ruby red, with the trained scorn and disdain of someone who knew they were superior to you and wanted you to know it.
What had possibly once been a simple chemise was now nothing more than a shimmery backing of lace, as the fabric that should have been her breasts and stomach were now a charred mess, but whether from her own electro energy or a reaction from my cock pressed against her stomach, I would never know.
Some kind of symbol seemed to be glowing on her stomach, but my cock seemed to be obscuring it from the limited range of motion I seemed to have. I strained to look to the side, only for the Dream Fischl to quick grab my chin and push my head back to where it had been, before casually yet possessively resting on my throat.
As she kept her hand on my throat and leant back into a position to dominate the conversation, I could feel her previously bare legs had since become clad in silk.
Before a response could even leave my lips, the Dream-Fischl’s grip tightened on my throat again, seemingly reacting to me even attempting to speak.
“Lowly wyrm, did thou say thee could speak?”
I shook my head, going along with her act. She’d never been this domineering before, and since I wasn’t necessarily against it, given how hard and eager I still was, it wouldn’t hurt to see just what she had planned.
She smiled, a cruel one of someone taking joy in making something powerful submit to their whims.
Wait, does she really think that highly of me? She has a bloody Vision. What do I have that even comes close to comparing?
“An obedient wyrm is better than a wilful drake.” She praised, rewarding me by easing her grip on my throat, the skin tingling with residual electro energy.
She inched herself up a little, so that she was almost sitting atop my balls, the pyro runes reacting with a quiet ZAP! as it pressed against something filled with low levels of electro energy against her stomach.
I could make out a rough circular shape, with traces of runic shapes tempting me from behind the blockage of sight that was my engorged cock.
Something about her words and tone irked me, which didn’t make sense. It wasn’t the first time I’d start more submissively in bed, and considering how I would end up dictating everything once the Seed kicked in, I was usually more than happy to let them start since it meant they were also willing to participate.
…..maybe these feelings weren’t mine?
As if to answer my question, that same strange voice spoke.
||We tire of your game, now let my Vessel breed you like the seedbed you desire to be, and dispel this farcical display of supposed power.|| it stated, the words coming from my mouth yet it was not me speaking them.
The Dream-Fischl snorted.
“If this one’s own power is as farcical as thee suggests, how is thee still restrained? Surely one of thine’s linage could easily break the ethereal bonds?” she stated, confident and smug about her abilities.
Her gaze went cold, the glare of a ruler insulted now replacing it.
“You, residue of corrupted shadows, would do best to remember that I, Sovereign of the Immernachtreich, have more substance, and my own will is all that allows you this freedom. Only in my realm of everlasting dreams are you even allowed a will of your own.”
She hooked two fingers into my mouth, trapped my tongue between them, and pulled my chin down, forcing me to stare into her glowing red eye.
“I suffer you only for the sake of this one’s dream, and for thine’s prestigious breeding ability.” She held me in this pose long enough that I could feel her nails threatening to draw blood. “So be honoured the Prinzessin der Verurteilung is using her as one’s stud.”
She pushed my head back into the pillows before quickly pulling her hand back, my mouth hot on the trail of the offending digits before my restrained position left the presence possessing me to bare its teeth at the Dream-Fischl.
||Fine.|| the voice spat, ||I care only for breeding insolent whelps like you, and you will be a fine broodmare who I will enjoy breaking.||
Despite the clear vitriol in the voice’s tone, there was a strange sense of excitement. Not of an enemy trying to despoil a rival partner, but of a prideful power enjoying the verbal sparring of a like-minded individual.
And considering the wet heat slowly dripping down my balls, and the ravenous desire in the eyes of Dream-Fischl, she apparently felt the same.
She slowly, so agonizingly slowly, began to drag herself up my body, pushing my cock up against my stomach as her pussy rubbed straight up my blazing length, straddling my cock just below its crown, before stopping her movement.
“Try it, lowly serpent. You will long be addicted to the pleasures of my flesh before thee is capable.”
My face contorted into a smug grin to match Dream-Fischl’s, without me having done so.
||As you wish.||
I figured what was coming as my hips flexed downward, in what little range of motion I had, freeing my cock from the enticing trap it had been stuck beneath, now sitting at the entrance of her pussy.
Time seemed to freeze in this moment, as the Voice spoke directly to me.
||I leave this to you, my vessel.|| the voice faded and I seemingly regained control of my body, the rush of hormones dictated my next course of action, given the hot moist sensation now caressing my crown.
Caring only for what my body desired, I pushed my thoughts back for a time to ponder later, and thrusted into Dream-Fischl’s dripping pussy, Electro energy sparking as my pyro cock quickly sheathed itself fully inside her.
Unlike with Fischl, who was obviously inexperienced and wasn’t used to much actual penetration, and thus was insanely tight to the point of struggling to handle anything thicker than a finger, let alone my strange magic cock, whereas this dream version of her seemed to reflect how she desired herself to be, as an experienced woman who could handle anything except the truly ridiculously proportioned, her pussy tight but not painfully so, electro energy stimulating both my cock and her inner walls, working in tandem to make us both cum quickly.
“Already silent, wyrm?” Dream-Fischl spat, as she slowly began to test my length, easing herself up my cock and resting momentarily before brutally dropping herself back to base, sheathing herself all the way to the base.
Her eyes widened as she did, as if she hadn’t been expecting something to be painful, before she forced that smug grin back on to her face despite her eyes beginning to water.
“To think thee would balk despite barely even starting.”
She began to sit back, before using her hand to lock my gaze on to hers, as she spat another insult, “Pathetic.”
I was used to some dirty talk, of someone acting as if they were looking down to me and if it was a privilege that I could even get the chance to fuck them.
But Eula was all bravado and guilt, someone who is deeply ashamed at allowing herself to experience the same pleasure that other Nobles had used to almost ruin Mondtsadt. Her degrading remarks held no actual substance, for they were pretense for her to hide behind if needed.
But the way this Dream-Fischl spoke felt truly venomous. It had none of the blunders of innocence from Amy, none of the faltering attempts at control and casual deflection that defined Fischl’s archaic way of speaking.
This was the venom of an entitled noble taking what she thought she deserved, and enjoying the fact she held all the power.
And it was pissing me off.
I strained against the electro restraints, the electro energy almost singeing my skin before I relented, earning me mocking laughter as she reclined backwards, and began to bounce atop my cock.
Having finally leant back far enough, I could finally see what strange symbol had been causing a reaction on her stomach.
Sitting just above her golden pubic hair, was a small glowing purple sigil, with a stylised raven in the midst of a descent within it. And given how I could still see the orange glow of my cock due to both the intensity of which my runes were burning brightly and how pale her skin was, it seemed to be position almost exactly where her womb would be located, since the top of my cock seemed to stop just below it.
If she had been a mage, I might’ve been concerned. Magic circles meant spells and rituals, and one located right there could only mean one thing.
But she was an archer, known only for her amazing intuition and detective skills. It could just a weird thing Electro wielders could do with their power, like how Eula could seemingly make small ice constructs.
Since I’d been ignoring her, the Dream-Fischl had stopped her venomous game and had focused on using me to pleasure herself, her hands now supporting herself on my knees as she arched her back.
Her lack of attention helped me realise there was one part of my body, which I still had some modicum of control over. The fact she could be bouncing atop my cock, meant my hips were still capable of leverage, and since her lower legs were currently beneath my thighs to give her leverage for bouncing, I could set the tone for the rest of this weird fuckfest.
And if that strange womb tattoo could affect my cock, all I’d need to do to reduce her to an easily malleable puddle would be thrust hard enough to set off an overload reaction.
Which was as easy as flexing my cock slightly, the brief but sudden pyro energy against her womb causing her to pause the next time she sheathed my cock within her.
Not letting up, I thrusted my cock forward, pushing it hard against the entrance of her womb and causing her to fall forward, landing on my chest.
“Worthless cur, how dare th—“ Dream-Fischl cut herself off with a moan, as I kept thrusting, using her own set up against her and keeping up the constant assault on her pussy using her own power against her.
With Lisa, there had been a constant build up of energy as her Vision reacted with the pyro in my cock, and the sensation had started from the tip of my cock and worked itself down, as it worked to both give us both a powerful orgasm while ensuring my cum was rendered inert.
But with this Dream-Fischl, it was different. Her pussy seemed to be concentrating electro energy right at her entrance, trying to do something but being rebuffed by the pyro runes along my cock, causing an overload of vibrating energy against her clit, whereas a similar effect seemed to be happening whenever my cock brushed against her womb, with the tattoo above it flaring with energy every time I did, seemingly glowing brighter as I drove her to orgasm, to the point that there was now an etheric purple glow emitting light from between our enmeshed forms.
She kept trying to demean and degrade me, but the dual overloading of her clit and womb, combined with the intense heat of my pyretic cock proving to be too much for the entitled prinzessin to handle, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as the pleasure started to become too much for her to handle.
“Cum.” She whimpered, the venom replaced by a famished need of having denied herself something she craved. “I order you to fill me.”
As much as I wanted to comply, the idea of denying her felt better, as I stopped so suddenly she began to whine.
I tried to pull out, despite ‘The Seed’ doing all it could to flood my system with the right chemicals to override my will and defile this regal maiden.
Except my crown couldn’t pull out, the buzzing ring of energy at her entrance ensuring I couldn’t pull out, Dream-Fischl moaning every time I tried to tug and causing the vibrating feeling to change against her clit.
I wasn’t going to last, between the way her pussy was clenching and spasming and trying its damndest to milk me for all I could fill her with and the vibrations at her entrance.
“Beg for it.” I quickly spat at her, using the last vestige of will power to keep my orgasm at bay.
I was right on the edge, but I refused to be told what to do by this entitled brat.
“Breed me like the cum craving whore that I am.” The Dream-Fischl begged, panting and attempting to move back and hilt herself on me.
“Fill my fields with your unholy seed. Defile the monarch of an entire realm. PLEASE JUST BREED ME!!!”
“As you wish.” I stated bluntly, as I hilted myself within the fake prinzessin, legs lifting to ensure she would feel it travel up my entire length before flooding her womb with molten cum.
The restraints fizzled slightly, and my body reacted on its own, breaking them entirely as I grabbed her ass and tried to push my cock further into her, my erupting crown forcing cum into her womb as her pussy milked me for all I had, her body going limp as her orgasm denied her any form of muscle control, her moans ecstatic as she gave herself to the pleasure of being bred.
As my orgasm finally relented, I tried to pull out again, but was met with the same level of resistance.
However, my cock was still fully engorged within the defiled monarch, and considering what she had told me to do, I felt it only right to allow her this one request.
Rolling her over, I pushed her legs up so they rested against my shoulders, before leaning forward, so now her pussy was in a position Lisa had told me about, but we just hadn’t managed to achieve during out time together.
The Dream-Fischl wanted to bred, so a mating press seemed appropriate, and we had all night ahead.