Michael's eyes fluttered open, dragging his consciousness back from a void that felt suspiciously like a very expensive nap. He inhaled sharply, the air catching in his throat as he struggled to regulate his ragged breathing. "Huff... Hufff... Hufff..."
His mind, usually a fortress of unassailable logic, immediately fired a warning flare: I was Unconscious? Me? The Anomaly who skips past physical laws like they're mere speed bumps?This realization was deeply, viscerally insulting.
He inwardly demanded an explanation, knowing full well that no conventional force in this, or any adjacent, reality possessed the necessary juice to drop him. His brow furrowed in a dark, ominous scowl, a habit that usually preceded the shattering of minor continents. He forced his eyelids wider, clearing the lingering haze of whatever cosmic knockout drop he'd been administered. The resulting sight was immediate, terrifying, and utterly clarity-inducing.
A cold wave of dread—a sensation Michael hadn't felt since he accidentally microwaved a black hole—seized his heart, halting its rhythmic pounding. 'Oh... So This is why I was unconscious?' The answer was clear, devastating, and deeply, ironically pathetic. 'Haha... My poor life really su—!' His cynical introspection was violently derailed before he could even complete the word "sucks," replaced by a searing, electric signal.
An immense, unprecedented surge of pleasure, sharp as a lightning strike and originating directly from the most vulnerable area of his body, coursed through his entire nervous system. It was a sensation so potent, so perfectly targeted, that it bypassed all higher critical functions. A broken, involuntary sound tore from his chest, part groan, part choked protest: "Ughh.. Ahh.. gah!" His mind went momentarily blank, registering only the ecstatic, overwhelming sensory overload.
He slowly, laboriously managed to lift his heavy head, fighting through the residual fuzziness and the blinding, sudden pleasure. The view before him snapped into horrifying focus, confirming his worst, most delectable fears. His body was completely naked, spread-eagled, his hands and legs secured not merely by simple ropes, but by thick, glowing, intricately woven strands—unmistakably Ancient Artifact ropes, humming with dampening energy.
And then he saw her. Luna. Her body was also entirely bare, radiating a primal, devastating beauty that had somehow been amplified a thousandfold. The sight of her, all curves and dangerous allure, sent a literal jolt—a catastrophic short circuit—through the sophisticated architecture of his mind. He felt a sudden, dizzying pressure behind his eyes, the precursor to a torrential nosebleed he hadn't experienced since puberty.
He widened his eyes, the realization hitting him with the force of a supernova. 'L-Luna? How did her beauty and sexiness become even more lewd and—! ' The succubus aura she naturally possessed was no longer merely seductive; it was a visible, vibrating field of pure, intoxicating desire, wrapping around him like a silken shroud. He couldn't finish the thought, as the relentless, intoxicating shock returned.
The pleasure was back, this time escalating past the initial jolt and evolving into a sustained, torturous burn of ecstasy.
"Uh ohhh!!!" Michael's entire body arched against the bindings, a futile movement against the magical restraints. This sensation was deeper, more invasive, and undeniably more effective than the previous one, demanding his full, terrified attention. He was utterly captive to the sensation.
He panted heavily, his chest heaving, and slowly directed his gaze downward to the source of the relentless, throbbing delight. There, framed by the pale, luminous skin of his captor, he saw Luna. She was focused entirely on him, her dark, glossy hair spilling over his thighs, her mouth working with a practiced, predatory skill.
He watched, mesmerized and horrified, as she slowly moved her tongue, tracing the sensitive ridge, before wrapping his entire throbbing length deep inside her warm, wet mouth. She began to suck him with a deep, rhythmic intensity, her innate Succubus ability clearly engaged, drawing energy and sensation directly from him. Michael's control shattered.
A long, ragged groan was ripped from his throat, echoing in the intimate space. "Ughhhhhh!.... L-Luna... N-No more!... Please N-No more...!" He tried to twist away, but the artifact ropes held fast, turning his struggle into a pathetic, exhilarating wiggle. His desperate plea was less a command and more a surrender to the exquisite agony of being pleasured beyond endurance.
Luna paused, pulling away with a loud, wet 'Pop' sound that momentarily stung the tip of his engorged member. Her eyes, filled with a wicked, satisfied sparkle, lifted to meet his. She registered his state of awakening, and a slow, feline smile spread across her face, radiating pure, unadulterated triumph.
She crawled effortlessly up his body, moving with the liquid grace of a predator who knows its prey is trapped. Her naked skin brushed against his chest, sending shivers that had nothing to do with cold. She leaned in, her breath hot and sweet against his ear, and whispered a promise of delicious torment.
"It's okay, Michael, my love. You are bounded by an Artifact now," she purred, her voice a low, melodic rumble that bypassed his defenses. "So you can leave all the moving and all the thinking to me. I will make you feel real good, Hubby. Hehe~~" Her words were laced with a hypnotic suggestion that made his muscles involuntarily clench in anticipation.
Her gaze, when he met it, was overwhelming. The affection she held for him, usually a warm, supportive force, had curdled into something far darker, far more consuming—the relentless, glittering intensity of pure Obsession. She didn't wait for a response; her right hand slid down, warm and slick, immediately finding and seizing his throbbing shaft.
She began to stroke him, slowly at first, then accelerating into a maddening, perfect rhythm. She whispered again, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, "Does that feel good, Hubby? Are my hands exactly where they should be, giving you what you deserve?" Every word was a sensual command, driving him further into the pit of pleasure.
Michael found himself utterly incapable of forming a coherent sentence. The pleasure was too much, a tidal wave of sensation that drowned out all logic and protest. He could only express his escalating agony through raw, guttural sounds, his jaw locked tight against the scream he desperately wanted to release: "Ughh! Ahhhh... ohh.. uhh!"
Luna watched his face, her smile widening into a look of pure, ecstatic delight as she registered his expression—a mask contorted by the intensity of gaining pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut. 'Ohhh~ My hubby,' she thought, her internal voice a symphony of possessive adoration. 'If you make that face, I won't be able to hold back anymore'. The sight fueled her desire exponentially.
Without breaking the rhythm of her stroking, she slid her other hand down, exploring her own body. She moved her fingers to her core, finding the slick, hot folds of her pussy. She noted instantly that she was already excessively wet, her body responding to Michael's distress and her own dominant position with immediate, fervent arousal.
She lifted her hand, examining the clear, thick strands of her own love juices clinging to her fingers, a proud, satisfied smirk playing on her lips. She looked back at Michael's straining face, maintaining the perfect, maddening pace of her stroking. She wasn't just touching him; she was demanding his total surrender.
To further break his remaining control, she leaned down and began to lick and suck aggressively at his nipples, treating the sensitive points with the same expert devotion she had given his cock. The double assault proved too much for Michael's system to handle. His groans intensified, transforming into frantic, desperate pleas.
"Ughhhhhhhh!... N-No! Luna.. I ...I can't anymore! I am going to cum!... ugh!" The words were a warning and a surrender, squeezed out between clenched teeth as his body approached the absolute point of no return. His hips involuntarily strained upward, attempting to meet the rhythmic stimulation she was expertly delivering.
The moment Luna heard the magical words—I am going to cum—she instantly ceased the relentless stroking and pulled away from his nipples. She lifted her head, her eyes shining with mischievous anticipation, and smiled down at his desperate, pleading face, enjoying the momentary cessation of pleasure that left him hanging on the precipice.
Michael, trapped in the unbearable state of near-climax, was momentarily confused and distraught by the sudden withdrawal. "Wh-why did you pull away, Luna? I... I was just about to cum," he stammered, his voice raw with frustration and need. His body demanded release, but his captor held the key.
Luna said nothing, letting the silence draw out the tension, before she shifted her weight. She crawled over his torso, her knees straddling his waist, placing her core directly over his throbbing, painfully erect member. It was just an inch away, the heat radiating between them a palpable, magnetic force.
She looked down at him, her gaze predatory and possessive, and asked in a low, husky voice, "You want to cum, Hubby?" She paused, watching the frantic, desperate nod he gave without a flicker of hesitation. His entire being was screaming yes.
"Okay," she purred, her smile deepening into something truly wicked. "Then cum inside. I won't let you waste a single drop of it, fufufu~~" Her promise was both thrilling and terrifying, sealing his fate as her vessel of pleasure.
With agonizing slowness, she began to slide her pussy down. Michael's thick, straining head met the soft, wet entrance, and the process of penetration began. His mind struggled to maintain some semblance of sanity, even as his body welcomed the invasion. 'Ughh! She is so tight today? Is she using some kind of ability?' The internal friction was immediate and overwhelming.
Luna watched the involuntary spasm that crossed his face, a silent testament to the intensity of the sensation. She smiled, her hips rotating slightly as she finally slid his full eight inches completely inside her, seating him deep within her core. A long, drawn-out moan of pure, unadulterated ecstasy escaped her lips.
"Ahhhhhhh.... Ahhh... ohhh!... I am really addicted to this, aren't I?" she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. "It just entered, but... it already feels so good, Michael." She moved slightly, adjusting to the powerful fullness, not noticing the immediate, escalating distress on his face.
Michael was struggling immensely now, his internal monologue a frantic, chaotic scream. 'Ughhhhhhh!.... Wh-what's with her pussy today? She is sucking my dick like a black hole!'
The internal tightness was unnatural, gripping him, milking sensation with every millimeter of contact. 'Ohhhhhh! At this rate, I will cum just from one move from her... Ohhh ughh!!'
He clenched his teeth until his jaw ached, fighting a lost battle. His hands and legs, bound by the unforgiving Artifact, denied him even the simple relief of thrusting or pulling out. He was completely at her mercy, a helpless passenger on a runaway train of sensation.
Luna finally noticed the contorted, struggling expression on his face, but instead of pity, she felt a surge of triumphant desire. 'Ohhhh.... My Hubby is feeling good inside me? I want to see him like this more, she thought, her eyes glittering with possessive joy. Ahhn.. Ohh.. I should move... But I want to stay like this forever.... staying like we are one. Ahh..'
She slowly, teasingly, began to lift her hips, pulling her wet core upward. Michael felt the overwhelming friction receding, the head of his cock agonizingly scraping against her tight entrance. 'N-Nooo!... D-don't!!!!!!!!' His mind screamed the protest, a desperate, silent plea for the pleasure to return.
His mind went utterly blank the moment Luna abruptly reversed the motion. She shook her hips violently downward, a sudden, brutal movement that drove his entire length deep inside her again. This sudden, forceful thrust propelled his cock past the usual barrier, and it impacted directly, deeply, against her inner wall—the entrance to her womb.
The sensation was earth-shattering for both of them. Luna arched her back, her fingers digging into the artifact ropes securing Michael's chest. A primal, guttural cry of pleasure erupted from her: "Annnhhhhhhh... hng... Ohhhhhhh... Soooooo good!!!"
Michael was beyond coherent thought. Her insides were gripping him with a terrifying, overwhelming suction, like a living, breathing entity determined to hold him captive. Her core clung to him, demanding his release, working him like a determined hand trying to milk him dry of his very essence.
The demand that his body was so desperately trying to fulfill was instantly voiced by Luna herself. "Mmhh... Anhhhh... Michael! Don't hold back! Give me! Give it to me! Give me your seeds!!.. Hnghhh...." Her voice was choked with lust, a direct command to his most primitive instincts.
Hearing that command, while already suspended in the dizzying heights of pleasure, acted like the final, essential wire being cut within his controlled system. His body reacted instantaneously, violently. With a sudden, explosive burst of muscular energy, he lifted his waist, thrusting his hips upward with a force that made the artifact ropes strain.
The moment he thrust, his dick—already pressing against her womb—went even deeper, penetrating past the internal entrance. Luna screamed in a pleasure she had never conceived possible, her tongue lolling out, her face contorted in the most lewd, utterly abandoned expression she had ever worn.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... Michael! You are inside my womb now.... Ohhhh!!!... Hngh.. Ahhhnnnnhhhhh.... Sooo good...." Her voice was a ragged testament to the profound, overwhelming sensation of being filled to her absolute limit, her body accepting him completely, fundamentally.
Michael was in equally dire straits. The moment his head breached the entrance to her womb, his dick felt instantly stuck, tightly held by the internal muscle. A tight, overwhelming sensation seized the tip of his cock, pushing him violently over the edge. His mind began to spin, his vision graying at the edges.
"L-Luna.... I am Cumming!!!!!!" he roared, the sound thick with desperation and release.
And then he came. A torrent of hot, thick fluid shot directly into her womb. Luna gasped, a long, sustained moan of ecstasy as she felt his seed impacting her deepest core. Her mind went momentarily blank, suspended in pure, reproductive bliss.
"Ohhhhhhh... Yes! Yes, Michael.... Cumm! Fill me up... and get me impregnate soon!!" she cried, the ancient succubus instinct overriding all else, demanding the impregnation that would bind them forever.
Michael couldn't stop. The entrance to her womb refused to let go, clinging to the tip of his cock with possessive, unrelenting suction. The initial stimulation from her pussy had been beyond measure, and now her womb was demanding its due. He groaned, his body convulsing as wave after wave of climax emptied into her.
"Ughhhhhhh!!!!... Take it all, Luna.... I can't think straight anymore..." His voice was hoarse, reduced to a primal sound of utter surrender as his body was drained of its essence, trapped between the ecstasy and the crushing tightness.
Luna, on the other side, was in a state of sublime, maniacal pleasure. She could feel it—her womb tightly holding him, acting with a mind of its own, asserting its claim over his seed. She barely registered the strangeness, only feeling the profound satisfaction of having him so deeply embedded.
She thought inwardly, her logic completely subsumed by desire: 'Ahhh... Michael is directly inside my womb... Now we are more like One being but two minds, hehe~~... I won't let him pull out from there... never.. Fufufu~' Her thoughts spiraled into a realm of blissful, possessive madness.
Her expression became intensely lewd, her eyes wide and unfocused with pleasure. She cried out, riding the waves of his release, "Ahhhhhhh... Michael, I can feel it... you penetrated my womb directly.... Ohhhhh!!... This is beyond good... I can't hold it in anymore... I am cumming as well!!!"
Her own climax burst forth, a violent, internal convulsion. Her love juices flooded the space around his cock, turning her pussy slick and hot. Yet, despite the lubrication, the crushing tightness Michael felt did not decrease; instead, he felt her internal muscles clenching down even harder, grasping him with renewed possessiveness.
The climax subsided after two full minutes of agonizing, glorious spasms. Michael panted, utterly exhausted, his body trembling. He tried to lower his waist, attempting the simple, necessary motion of pulling his dick out, but his movement was immediately met with resistance.
He felt Luna's pussy clench him, a powerful, determined muscle lock. He couldn't pull out his dick. He initially dismissed it, assuming he hadn't used enough force, his exhaustion dulling his perception. He tried again, summoning a burst of spent strength, but failed completely. The suction was absolute.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting Luna's. Her expression was no longer just ecstatic; it was maniacal, a wide, triumphant grin that promised eternal capture. "Oh... No.. no, my Sweet Hubby~" she cooed, her voice dangerously sweet. "Did you think I would let you pull out just because we are finished? Na.. na... na.."
She paused, leaning her torso heavily onto his, wrapping her arms around his bound body in a deceptively tender embrace. She looked down at him, her eyes burning with possessive fire. "You and I are going to stay like this until I say. Is that understood, My... sweet Hubby~~"
She watched Michael's face, a grim mask of weary defeat. But his traitor body, utterly spent yet still intensely stimulated by the womb-lock, responded in direct opposition to his will. She felt the immediate, faint twitching deep inside her core.
"Ahn... You are twitching inside my womb again," she observed with a delighted gasp. "You can cum inside again, don't worry. I and my whole being belong to only you. Hehe~" The implication was clear: he was now her permanent, internal fixture.
Michael could only sigh, the sound heavy with resignation and a hint of weary amusement at the sheer absurdity of his situation. He watched her maniacal smile, the beautiful face of his captor, and knew resistance was futile—the Artifact held him, and her pussy held him even tighter.
He surrendered to the inevitable, his dick twitching again inside her warm, demanding core. 'Ughh! This is too much.... Why does she have to do this? I fulfilled her conditions, right? So why wouldn't she let me go? The crushing realization settled in. Will I be able to pull out my dick ever? She even used Time manipulation in this room? Nooooo!!...'
And just like that, Michael—the Most Powerful being known in this plane, the Anomaly who could shatter universes with a mere thought—was utterly pinned down, neutralized, and claimed by his obsessive girlfriend, reduced to the role of a cute, exhausted house cat tangled in a yarn ball of pleasure.
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To be continued....