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[ Her barely voice disapproval of being so low as third place fills Asura with anticipation. He sincerely hopes that desire stays lodged in her primitive hind brain for their next meeting.

But for now, he leaves her where she lays, dripping with cum inside and out, the only thing keeping the hallucinations from getting her into more trouble being totally exhausted. He is considerate to close the door behind him when he leaves, so no one finds her… but he does leave with all her clothing except her underwear and lab coat.

He likes her scent.

He gives her a week to recover, letting the facility get back into rough order before he makes a return. This time, just to be extra invasive, waiting for her at her home. Just reclining like he’s meant to be there. ]

Hey. Miss me?

[After she eventually comes to, she goes home and stays home. An employee like Lin never calls out - no matter how sick she might be. It’s noted on her file. And yet she disappears from work for the rest of the week. She doesn’t talk about it. They don’t ask her questions. If they wound up doing so, she’d just end up dodging them.

It’s obvious what happened - the evidence was all over her office, on the CCTV footage. She’ll notice the unannounced bonus (for her troubles) in her next check, and that’ll be the end of it. Unless more involved therapy sessions are deemed necessary. (She already attends the required amount at the recommended intervals as suggested by HR.)

Going back on Monday is more nerve-racking than she thinks it’ll be. For once, the place she considers more her home than anywhere else seems unpleasant and extremely uncomfortable. She isn’t on her A-game at all. Her team notices her behavior, but they don’t dare say a word about it.

There are no late nights for her. She doesn’t work overtime. She just leaves when the rest of the day shift does. They have plenty of time to get back on track for the quarter’s ritual. It’ll be fine. They were already in a good place before the shakeup happened.

She feels like she can finally breathe once she gets home, and this trend continues throughout the week.

But it doesn’t last for long.

She’s barely in the door and getting settled before coming face to face with him. She feels like she’s going to be sick all over again.]

Jesus fuck - w-what are you doing here?

[ For Asura, that amount of chaos was entirely ordinary. Minor, even. In a way the world was lucky he’d taken such an interest in Wendy. He could have made it so much worse if he hadn’t decided a short period of rest would make his game with her more enjoyable.

It’s not like he cares if the world is destroyed- he’s just as much a twisted sadist elder god as the bunch she’s paid to keep satiated with death and torture. He just likes taking a hands on approach. If those lazy fuckers finally get up to do their own dirty work, he’ll just be involved in the creation of the next world, usually introducing the strangest, scariest stuff- he always works clowns in there.

He stays happily seated, hands behind his head. Acting like a deadbeat boyfriend, but one with the right skills not to get dumped. ]

Isn’t it obvious? I came to see my girl.

[ His voice is, as ever, impossibly and unfairly smooth, his choice of words designed to wake up the beast in her brain he’s put there. Meanwhile his supernatural senses watch her soul to literally see her emotions, from the smallest to the all consuming. ]

I’m not y- oh.

[She’s so quick to snap at him, but her train of thought is easily derailed. It’s almost trance-like, whatever it is he’s managed to do to her. She’s tried suppressing the memories her usual way - busying herself, drinking too much, sleeping more than she should - but nothing’s been working. And now all he has to say to force her to slip are a few little words.

Her pulse quickens, her breathing more noticeable. Is she feeling feverish? Maybe just a bit. That tingling feeling between her thighs is back all of a sudden.]

S-Stop it. Leave me alone.

[There’s an unsettled huff, and it looks like she’s trying to reign herself in but to no avail. The symptoms are flooding back in so quickly.]

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[ He knew he had her when she didn’t run or scream at the sight of him. This just confirms it.

He sits up a little, and pats his lap invitingly. ]

Come on. Don’t make a fuss.

[There’s minor reluctance on her part at first - but she ends up doing as she’s told. She finds herself in his lap before she realizes what’s happened.

She’s trembling, unable to make eye contact. To say she’s uneasy would be selling her feelings short.

Now that they’re even closer, she feels worse. The symptoms are much heavier. It’s just like - the last time. Her body begins to ache. It still hasn’t fully recovered, and now there’s that tricky feeling of… emptiness. Back again and so painful.]

I’m n-not fussing. [There’s a shaky exhale.] I just - I need more time. To recover. [And yet here she is, playing right into his hands.]

[ He's so happy to see her succumbing to his corrupting influence he nearly flips her onto the floor and fucks her brainless right there- but no, he's playing the long game with her. She needs to be fully trained.

Her choice to sit facing him is encouraging, even if she can't look at him. He takes some weight under her thighs, squeezing gently. ]

Oh? So, how long do you think I should wait?

Ah - um.

[How long? Not very long at all. A part of her thinks it's already been too much of a wait, the part that's aching for him to hurt her and fill her up and leave her a messy heap of uselessness on the floor. The other part - the more rational one - refuses to acknowledge that sort of desire at all. It's disgusting and awful and unacceptable. No one should have that sort of control over her after all.

She doesn't answer him, just looks down in silence unable to come to a decision and find the words to express it.]

[ His fingers squeeze tighter the longer she stays quiet, soon coming to the verge of pain as he awaits a reply. Cleary, he is going to get an answer of some kind before he stops, and she already knows he doesn't mind hurting. Enjoys it, in fact. Even so his smile stays friendly and casual, affectionate like he's dealing with a lover.

If she holds her tongue for too long though, he might get... mad. ]

[Wendy starts to shift in his lap from discomfort, his grip becoming more unbearable the longer she remains quiet. She frowns, unable to sit still.

She doesn't dare let it continue.]

You should wait... ah... however long you deem acceptable?

[This statement comes out sounding more like a question, and she's finally glancing up at him with the most hopeful look in her eyes.]

[ His grip releases when Wendy gives a satisfactory answer, even if it's phrased as a question. All the same, he gives her a pleased smile. ]

There’s my clever girl!

[ The pride in his voice for her admitting he should be allowed to fuck her whenever he wanted to is warm, and he gives her a sweet forehead kiss to seal it. ]

So, if I said I've already waited long enough, what would you say?

[There’s a sigh of relief from her, and her body visibly relaxes. The compliment tints her cheeks pink, and she gets rather sheepish from the kiss.]

Well, I’d have to agree with you… wouldn’t I, darling?

[There she is answering with a question again, and she blurts the d-word out before she realizes it. Her hand covers her mouth, but it’s too late to take it back.]

[ With her sat in his lap facing him, there was a 0% chance she’d miss the way cock engorged and probably lifted her an inch or two upward under her at the word ‘darling.’ She was hardly in a dominant position but it was clear if she ever wanted to drive him wild with desire, that was the way. ]

Ooh…good girl…

[ His hands move up a bit from her thighs to hold her ass in a double grip, smiling all the while. ]

But since I have to take care of my girl, you can tell me if your tight little pussy isn’t ready. It’s earlier than usual, but we can start training your ass. Or you can show me what your mouth can do.

[Of course Wendy feels it, and she looks down, her face hotter than before. She’s squirming again as his hands go for her behind, then she flinches once his fingers dig in - a mixed reaction, really. She wants it inside her like before, but she also wants him never to come near her with it. The ideas of pleasure and pain keep fighting for dominance inside her head and thanks to his influence she can’t seem to decide on one.]

I don’t… [She swallows, her throat feeling dry.] Please don’t hurt me. I don’t want it.

Come on…

[ His hold on her rear is loose, not nearly the painful grip he’d punished her with before. Even more gently, he raises a hand to cup her cheek, thumb stroking her skin slowly. ]

You know I’d never hurt you… [ He pauses the sentence to kiss her forehead again, though with her looking down she’ll see the way his cock is twitching, getting bigger. ] Unless you deserve it…

Do you deserve it?

[The flinches are noticeable reactions each time he touches her, despite their gentle nature.

She catches herself staring at his crotch, though. How could she not? For someone who keeps saying how much she doesn’t enjoy it, she can’t look away. It feels so empty without…

The kiss warms her up, makes her move in his lap a little. She’s worked up, and she can’t ignore it no matter how much her logical brain wants her to.

She misses his question - no doubt due to spacing out.]

Hm?

[There’s a blink, and she finally looks up at him.]

…

[ Asura is overcome with an urge to tease after catching Wendy getting distracted. It’s so incredibly cute, and in his twisted mind that includes knowing that his mind has been altered by his powers. ]

Did you just get mesmerised by my dick?

[ His voice is full of fun, and looking down on her, finding it cute how easily she was distracted. ]

What? [Yes.] N-No... [Ugh.]

I'm sorry. What did you ask me?

[She frowns, crossing her arms to give herself a loose hug around her middle.]

I promise I'll pay attention better.

[ Her flustered reaction amuses him further, enough he lets her get away with lying to him without smacking her around. ]

You better. I told you I won’t hurt you unless you deserve it. [ He gives her ass a quick squeeze, running his thumb over her lips. ] Do you deserve it? Are you going to be a bad girl or are you going to impress me?

[A soft noise escapes her lips as a result of the squeeze, and her lashes are fluttering just a bit...

His thumb brushes her lips and she puts on a perfect pout for him.]

I don't want to be punished. I'm a good girl, remember? [She presses a gentle kiss to his thumb as it passes.]

You are a good girl… most of the time.

[ He squeezes again, thumb slipping between her lips for just a second before popping free. ]

I’ll let you pick- am I going to fuck your cunt? Or will you show me how clever your mouth can be? Or are we going to start training your ass early?

[That little comment cuts. Her pout turns into a scowl for the briefest moment. In her mixed-up brain she definitely deserves it though.

The options he's presenting are all terrible, really. Some more than others. She can't stall much longer. He most likely won't allow it. But she's not sure her pussy can handle another pummeling - not this soon. Sure her brain is making it impossible for her body to go without it, but she has to try pushing past that intrusive thought. Just doing simple things like sitting and moving around in general have been beyond difficult for the past week. He says he doesn't want to hurt her... and he's already done plenty of that.

She really doesn't want to pick the third option. Not in a million years. So she presses another kiss to his thumb, capturing it between her lips and giving it a gentle suck. She picks Option Two, glancing up at him to silently confirm it.]

Mm...that's better...

[ He strokes at her tongue as she sucks. Now that is hot, both the action and the almost shy look she gives, submitting beautifully. He feels proud of her for making such a compliant gesture against her own wishes and proud of himself for getting her to this point. ]

You're a natural cocksleeve, so I'm expecting great things from this...

[ As he speaks, he pulls one of her hands to touch the bulge of his cock, bringing her to the zipper holding back that monster- luckily for her he has good control over its size and has kept it in the realms of feasibility for her to suck on without dislocating her jaw. But barely. ]

[Is she smirking? Yes. Just a little. Her mouth is otherwise occupied. The praise, no matter how small, seems to do wonders for her attitude. The confidence needs a bit of work - her fingers are trembling when he places her hand on his crotch - but it’s one thing at a time.

She unzips his trousers, glancing down and keeping her eyes on what she unleashes. Still big. Still menacing. But also enticing for whatever reason. Just looking at it is enough to temporarily scratch the itch his influence has over her.]

Oh, your mouth is watering...

[ It's easy enough to say, if it's true or not, but it certainly looks that way as his thumb plays with her lips in such a way to have some drool slip out- it's cute to see her pretty, cold face literally drooling over his cock. ]

Tell me what you think of it...

[ The beastly dick is hers to do with as she pleases, or rather as he demands, as he pulls his thumb entirely out of her mouth and instead places both hands behind his head. The picture of relaxation. ]

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