Goddess Collector: Every Hole is a Goal

Chapter 717: A Pleased Morgan

Morgan's slightly glazed eyes fell on Nik's floating figure. Her face was directly in front of his crotch while his throbbing and sloppy member still stood erect and ready to rear more women.

"You're going to use me?" Morgan inquired softly. From the start, she did not mind the act of enslavement, for she was 'shown' the truth about Nik, his life, and how his stay on this planet is merely temporary. This thought excited her. Not the display of trust shown towards her, it was tender, for sure, but the act of feeling pleasure that threatened to melt her while her limbs remained shackled.

It was intoxicating. Especially the milky and warm trail that filled her w.o.m.b and slowly flowed out. There was simply too much and not a single shaft to plug the contents inside. If Morgan herself had to guess, her trigger wasn't the obvious aphrodisiac aroma leaking from the embodiment of l.u.s.t floating in front of her, but the act of being the subject of Nik's desire. Particularly, her fleshy body.

Sages suggest that in time, L.u.s.t diminishes from one's emotional spectrum and it may be true for many. However, Morgan realized her condition to be the opposite and it wasn't rare. Many in her coven were the same. Were, yes. Not many could actually fight against the cruel and indifferent flow of time, at least, not without the Time Stone.

"Use you? How crude," Nik smiled. His arms crossed while his impressive physique served to pull only moderate attention from the Mistress of Dark Arts whose eyes remained focused on his ever so slightly twitching tip. Juices dripping from its edge while the glistened c.o.c.k turned the veins over the surface far more prominent.

Her warm breathing didn't help the situation. In fact, her breathing was slightly loud. An intentional act of trying to pull more reaction from Nik but also having a master-tier insight in L.u.s.t, almost reaching quasi-grandmaster, Nik knew well how to portray his emotions. At least, his facial expression.

"Then what? I'm tied, have you forgotten this fact in your bout of l.u.s.t?" Morgan turned a deaf ear towards Lucifer's treatment and so did Nik. Lucifer wasn't going to squirt anytime soon so he might as well enjoy the moment.

"Instead of using you... how about making you serve me this time? There is one shackle that is far more efficient than these," he looked at her arms and legs.

Instead of some high-class cuff with over-the-top features, Nik took out a simple, furry collar and gingerly locked the pink lock against Morgan's neck.

"There," he smiled as the cuffs unlocked, freeing the Dark Mistress, but she controlled the magical forces around her stay afloat. Unlike Nik, who had an explicit affinity with wind and simply enjoyed the active care of the elements of the world, Morgan's methods were clearly forced, and yet, the mastery of her arts was impeccable. "How do you feel with such a lock?" Nik inquired as his intense gaze made Morgan feel a bit warm and excited.

Physically.

The collar was soft and comforting unlike the slightly harsher padded cuffs and yet, Morgan reckoned that the cuffs held lower meaning than the furry collar around her neck. "This feels... comfortable," Morgan stated plainly, answering Nik's hidden inquiry as his smile broadened. She wasn't ashamed of admitting her fetishes. What could she do? She simply learned to enjoy the sense of submission whilst dominating and making an entire nation once fear her.

"We won't be needing this, now..." Morgan smiled and pulled her dress down from the shoulders. The deep cut of the dress made it easy to get out of it while the rolled-up skirt revealing her creamed cunt flowed down.

Nik had seen her body through the phantom Morgan conjured earlier but seeing her n.a.k.e.d body 'tied' down by a mere collar, his heart itched. Without any show of embarrassment, Morgan smoothly crossed her arms under her bosom, pushing her slightly healthy peaks while her erect n.i.p.p.l.es gave away her physical excitement, a sight that Nik did not mind for his erect tool similarly showed his excitement.

"I have always enjoyed the feel of ground or any stable flooring for that matter during my s.e.x.u.a.l intercourse... but, I want to try it like this," Nik offered. The rarity of flying s.e.x was unknown to Nik for he was simply accustomed to ground. After all, even with all his abilities, he was a humble man... with a flare of drama.

"I'll be happy to lead you... Lord," Morgan whispered, taking a timid tone while her enthralling gaze averted in a show of modesty and 'fear'. An act was at play and the two parties decided to improv as they follow each other's lead.

"The thing I hate the most is being disappointed. Are you willing to risk leading me still?" Nik retorted with a rather arrogant smile.

"I just want..." Morgan's gaze twinkled as she felt a sudden influx of cold breeze through her exposed lower lips. It continued to graze her twitching labia drenched with her juices and Nik's c.u.m, making her thighs shiver slightly as she felt a connection of the elements with the man in front of her. Obviously, his play at making her lose her composure, an unlikely event until she goes through what her phantom experienced. "Mmh~ I want to make the Lord happy."

"What's with this Lord, that Lord? In my presence, refer to me only as Master. A woman of your caliber shaking your dirty h.i.p.s just with a single collar around her neck... tsk, makes me question the world. Lead you say, yet you're too far apart. Do you take your master for a fool?" Nik inquired with a narrowed gaze as the cold breeze swept away while Morgan, for the shortest moment, felt the pressure similar to what Lucifer released earlier.

'Just what... is this,' Morgan questioned herself internally but now was not the time of inquiry and she knew it well. Slowly, she grew closer to her master as her memories regarding a few plays similar to her current situation resurfaced.

"My humble apologies" Morgan spoke up before being cut off in the middle.

"Not good enough!" Nik growled, his arms still crossed while his member stood upright eagerly, making Morgan question the density of muscle needed to keep such a thick and long tool upright in the first place. Of course, a delicious answer to this particular question waited for her as she looked down at after hearing the threatening tone.

"Show some sincerity or I'll be forced to throw you at my men, woman," Nik smiled mockingly, "They would love a taste of one of the strongest sorceress of the planet. Maybe they will loosen you enough to take me at my full glory."

She could only bite her lips at the haughty bragging while turning around, revealing her plump butt as the cushy cheeks hid her anus and revealed her sticky inner thighs leading to her tasteful dripping p.u.s.s.y.

"Eager one, are you? The way you stole my reward for your phantom... I am honestly stumped. Should I lash at you for your arrogant behavior or reward you for your eagerness to please your master. What say you?" Nik inquired with a mischievous smile as Morgan only took a moment to find the 'correct' answer through her experience.

How could a slave ever demand a reward?

With her hand reaching behind and holding her plump rear, Morgan spread her asscheeks while revealing her slightly pulled-apart entrances. Her slightly pale entrance of anus and her hot p.u.s.s.y, "Please punish this slave of yours... my body is yours to command. My heart is already... spellbound by your existence." She mixed truth with fantasies, what were the truths, unfortunately only she knew.

As Morgan expected, asking for punishment humbly would have granted her a 'sizeable' reward but Nik was already in the mood of handing out punishment while fully knowing that anything happening in this room would only satisfy the women... and Lucifer.

"Good answer," Nik praised, "A slave deserves a reward," Morgan's eyes brightened at these words only for Nik to continue with, "only after a numbing punishment!"

'Eh?' Morgan furrowed only for her to feel the collar around her tighten slightly.

"That thing around your neck is a simple collar. Every time you lie, it will tighten more and more. Now, slave," Nik grinned as Morgan's heartbeat grew in pace, "How would you like to be punished. Do you want your master to fill your lying mouth and stuff that throat of yours... or do you want to be punished by only feeling my c.u.m filling you up while being unable to do anything?"

Morgan still didn't realize the gravity of Nik's statement but she understood what she would normally be most pleased by and she instantly selected the 'B' option, just as Nik expected.

"I am ashamed to speak this, Master... but please fill me up with your thick cream... my body already desires more. It aches without your shaft filling every inch of me!" Morgan gasped. Even she was enjoying the situation as her p.u.s.s.y lips twitched as if inviting Nik's c.o.c.k while Nik snickered, "Come closer, woman."

Morgan did as commanded. Her back growing closer to Nik while her body grew warmer and warmer. The l.u.s.tful mist brewing within Nik clearly had a great impact on Morgan and only now did she allow herself to get eroded by the l.u.s.tful forces of Nik, her throat drying up slightly while her b.r.e.a.s.ts heaving.

"Good," with a satisfied smile, Nik finally gave Morgan's ass a good pat, "You've got a nice bun, woman. Satisfy me well and I will fill you up so well that your body will have no choice but to grant me another heir Honor not many receive."

"What?" Morgan broke her character and looked back, "Time out. You're not serious, are you?"

"No, of course not," Nik smiled, "There's no way you can satisfy me enough to get a kid on your first try. Now, don't break character, alright? We were having a good moment there," Nik hurriedly stated while Morgan gazed at Nik before sighing, showing her back towards him once again.

"I understand, master," Morgan cooed, "I will be honored to have your heir," her words melodious accompanied with a soft m.o.a.n as she bent slightly, pressing her p.u.s.s.y eagerly against Nik's shaft while the hefty sum of it experienced Morgan's perky ass.

"Hmm," Nik nodded in satisfaction while he held Morgan's ass, swatting away her hands, and pressing his crotch against Morgan's ass, making his c.o.c.k push against the warm and fleshy valley between Morgan's cheeks. With both of them in the air, they could take any position they wished and with nothing to hold onto to maintain her bent position, Morgan manifested a steel table accompanied by a magical circle.

Pressing her hands against the table, Morgan could finally push her back further. Her breathing was hot by this time as the warm shaft continued to pump against her ass cheeks. A s.e.x.u.a.l technique she was well aware of.

"M-master, I can't hold much longer~!" Morgan mewled, her head tilted back slightly as she looked towards Nik with a pleading gaze.

"I suppose I can fill you up, now that you're begging nicely," Nik hummed a lazy tune as he pulled back and adjusted the tip with one hand, pressing his bulbous end against Morgan's twitching lips as it parted slightly, taking up Nik's tip into her warm and slippery snatch without any resistance.

"Hnaa!" Morgan m.o.a.ned, taking a sharp breath as Nik continued pushing slowly. The curve of his c.o.c.k filling and churning Morgan's inside as she clamped down, being on edge for so long came to an end as she came to a stunning climax

'W- wait, what?' Morgan realized with a slightly numb mind as her h.i.p.s and thighs shook in depraved need of climaxing. Alas, her body only built up the pleasure meter. She couldn't c.u.m, not anymore at least. Something she felt Nik had a hand in and it was true.

Unlike forcing the command with Lucifer, Nik was in close contact with Morgan and could simply gain experience for using [Body Manipulator: S-]. Her body literally under his command and whims as Nik bit his lower lips playfully, his eyes glazed while he finally pushed the last few centimeters of his c.o.c.k inside Morgan's tight snatch. His balls kissing the flat of her crotch while he remained inside the magical vixen, the twitches of his c.o.c.k sending bouts of s.e.x.u.a.l desire Morgan didn't she could experience.

"Master," Morgan m.o.a.ned, slightly breathless as she clutched the table hard, "Why can't I"

"You dare question my methods?" Nik growled, "Is it you whom I should be pleasing, wench? You're lucky that your hole is good enough. Why should my c.o.c.k be of your service?" Leaning down, Nik whispered into Morgan's ear hotly, breaking his character for a moment, "Why should you squirt when I still haven't pumped you full of my strong swimmers?"

Morgan's eyes lost their focus for a moment, as Nik pulled slightly before thrusting hard. He didn't have to move much with his c.o.c.k already reaching the deepest secrets of Morgan's p.u.s.s.y but to truly drive it home, he did like to move a bit rough, at least, on a woman who clearly had more experience than even himself!

"Ohh! Ahhh~!" Losing her ability to speak, Morgan only m.o.a.ned. Her ass trembled with each thrust as Nik pulled her up with one hand around her waist. Her back arching against Nik as she felt Nik's other hand stroking her neck, reaching down for her voluptuous b.r.e.a.s.ts.

"P-pleashe, mastah" Morgan begged. She had never experienced the loss of the ability of orgasming to be such a torturous yet sweet process. Her juices gushed but not in the way she intended. Her p.u.s.s.y accepted Nik, enjoying every thrust while slowly growing more in shape with the c.o.c.k itself as it scooched her insides, yet, the poor slave had no way of showing her appreciation.

Her entire being burned with l.u.s.t but found no escape from it.

"Beg more, that's right!" Nik cackled while the equally debauched forces within him gazed at the situation with a pang of envy, a feeling all of them shared simultaneously for various reasons.

"How f.u.c.k.i.n.g lewd can you get? Haven't even been minutes and yet you are so much on the edge, practically leaning down from it. Do you want to c.u.m that much?" Nik inquired in grunts, his h.i.p.s shaking Morgan's ass as she gasped, "Yes!" She sounded excited, "I want to c.u.m so much, Master! P-please!" she stuttered as Nik started grinding against her, "Gnaaah! Oh Ohhh! More, I want to" Morgan's body shook as she suddenly came. It came all too suddenly and a weird m.o.a.n filled the room, briefly attracting Vertigo's and Tigra's attention before they focused on the 'cold' demon in front of them, their bodies perspiring by now for Lucifer still hadn't c.u.m!

"Atta girl," Nik smiled, giving a soft peck to Morgan before pushing her against the wall before starting to furiously pump her inside with his c.o.c.k. Wet sounds echoing as the noise of his balls slapping against her throbbing entrance filled the room. Meanwhile, Nik's finger slithered against Morgan's lips, muting her efficiently as she sucked on his finger with attention, her mind a bit erratic by the f.u.c.k.i.n.g of her life as she began twisting her waist slightly to make Nik reach a bit 'up'.

Morgan groaned loudly, her weak spots were satisfied completely as she was already on the brink of collapse. She realized, maybe, trying her first with Nik mid-air wasn't absolutely a great idea.

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