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Things were peaceful on the Astral Express as it continued its journey to Amphoreus. Everybody was keeping to themselves, preparing themselves for their next Trailblaze; after all, nobody knew what Amphoreus had in store for them. Least of all, our dashing Trailblazer. Though Caelus had other things on his mind.
Whereas the others were either training or packing, he was nose deep in books. Specifically, those about parenthood and becoming a father. In fact, when Dan Heng caught him sifting through the archives, he was genuinely stunned.
After all, this was Caelus they were talking about; reading was merely ‘optional’ instead of mandatory. The skipped stories in all his gachas are proof of this behavior. Though it didn’t stop him from asking online about said stories.
To the ever-growing chagrin of his companions.
But that was in the past; he had to step up to the plate for the sake of his child. He had made his choice the moment he creampied Madam Herta, and there was no going back.
*knock, knock*
“Come in.” His ears perked upon hearing a knocking on his bedroom door. Slowly, it opened to reveal the bubbly, petite figure of March 7th.
“You’ve been cooped up in this room ever since we left.” She stepped into his living space, arms carrying a small package. “For a moment I thought that—” Her eyes widened upon seeing Caelus sitting atop his bed with a book in hand. “Y-You’re actually reading?! I thought Dan Heng was joking when he told me where you were.”
An amused chuckle escaped the Trailblazer. “Dan Heng, joking around? I love the guy, but humor’s never been his forte.” He looked up from his book. “I can’t believe you actually thought he was joking, March.”
“H-Hey!” A pout formed on her soft face, eliciting another snicker from Caelus. By the Aeons, March was such a joy to be around. Especially when it came to teasing her. He always got the best reactions from her.
“Jokes aside…” Caelus closed his book. “How are you feeling about all this?”
March glanced to the side. “I don’t know yet. I mean, I’m looking forward to Amphoreus…” Her tone dropped considerably. “But I’m going to miss you, Caelus. Trailblazing’s been so much fun by your side!”
“The memories we’ve made are ones that I’ll forever cherish.” A solemn smile graced his lips. “Nevertheless, I need to take the next step of my journey and embrace fatherhood.”
“You'd better not hide your daughter from us when she’s born.” March’s tone quickly shifted to one of joy. “Ooooh, I can’t wait for her to meet Auntie March~”
“Just be sure not to teach her any bad habits.” Caelus sheepishly replied. “We all love you, March, but we only need one of you.”
“B-Bad habits?!” The peppy young girl exclaimed before frowning at the Trailblazer. “If anything, I should be telling you not to teach her any bad habits!” She pouted once more. “We don’t need a second person sifting through our trash.”
“T-That was just the one time…” Caelus tried in vain to defend himself, sweat trickling down his forehead.
“All jokes aside…” March gently placed the package on the countertop. “I know you’ll be a great dad. Perhaps the best dad in the cosmos.” She gingerly tapped the package. “I picked up a little something from the Lufou. Should help you relax in preparation for Ampho—” A sudden wince escaped March as she clasped her head.
“March!” Caelus jumped off his bed and ran up to her. “Is everything alright?!”
“Y-Yeah, it’s just a headache…” She managed to utter. “I think I’m gonna head back to my room to lie down.”
“Did you need an escort?” The Trailblazer inquired.
“I-I should be fine…” March staggered toward the door and rested against the frame. “I just need a little rest, no need to worry about me.” She flashed him a small smile.
“If you say so.” Caelus watched her close the door behind her, the shuffling of footsteps growing fainter by the second. For all her reassurances, he was still worried about March’s health. She seemed perfectly fine before he did his business with Madam Herta, so what could have happened while he was away?
Maybe it was fatigue or something minor, the sort of ailment that a nice long rest would fix up. Yeah, that had to be it. She’ll be perfectly fine by tomorrow.
As such, Caelus allowed his mind to ponder over the package she left behind. Curiosity sparked within him; just what had she gotten him? But as he approached the package, feelings of unease spiked within him.
When did March have the time to head off to the Lufou? The short amount of time he was at the Space Station didn’t allow her to go gift-shopping, so how did she get her hands on it?
Was this another one of Sparkle’s “surprises”? Because this certainly seemed like something she’d pull.
‘Better get this over and done with…’ Caelus thought to himself and approached the package. He carefully opened it, slowly peeling the wrapping paper away to reveal a cardboard box. Tossing the paper away, he opened the box and took out a small pot of flowers. Flowers that looked awfully familiar.
They were a vivid purple and black, petals glowing as though they were on fire. It was mesmerizing, enthralling even. The Trailblazer’s attention was hooked onto the—
“Argh!” A sudden, painful headache overcame Caelus as he staggered backwards and collapsed onto his bed. Memories came rushing back to him like a torrent of water, memories that he never knew he made. One in particular stood out to him; one that began with a phrase now etched into his memory.
Simulation over. Beginning next Simulation
As he found himself slipping unconscious, Caelus clung to this memory like a lifeline, hoping to understand its secrets.
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“Uggghhh…”
Caelus slowly opened his heavy eyelids and got back onto his feet, looking all around him. He was in some sort of lavish study, adorned with numerous bookcases chock full of books. Luxurious couches and seats lined the walls, similar to what he saw back at Penacony. Additionally, there were innumerable vases filled with black and purple flowers; dahlias, if his knowledge of botany was correct.
The thing is, Caelus had never set foot in a room like this. The Simulated Universe was meant to replicate locations he’d already visited, so how could this be possibl—
“You’re finally awake…”
A sultry voice flowed into his ears, the Trailblazer slowly turning his head and saw a woman seated at a lavish mahogany desk. A bewitchingly beautiful woman at that.
She had deep purple eyes that flickered with emotion, studying his every move. Long, billowing black hair with undertones of gold cascaded down to her elegant thighs, adorned by a large sun hat decorated with flowers. A set of black horns with golden cracks grew from her head, and she also had a demon tail that ended in a heart glowing with blue flames.
The woman’s outfit consisted of a luxurious white dress with many intricate details. Such as a large white bow nestled by her left collarbone. The bottom of the dress had some light charring, as though it had been set alight. She also wore asymmetrical gloves; the left was a soft, creamy white, whereas the right was pitch black and ended in golden ‘claws’ at the fingertips.
The dress hung perfectly over her figure, emphasizing her very large breasts. They were the largest Caelus had seen, and it took an incredible amount of willpower not to ogle them.
Not that the woman seemed to mind his lustful gaze…
“I hope you find the accommodations comfortable.” Her voice trailed as her eyes locked onto the Trailblazer, snapping him out of his lustful state of mind.
“W-Where am I…?” His eyes fervently darted all around the room. “—and who are you?!”
An amused chuckle escaped the older woman. “Have I not left any impression on you? Now I’m feeling a little hurt…” Her tone carried a sense of playfulness, but not the light-heartedness of Sparkle’s. It had traces of malevolence, as though she were a cat and Caelus a mouse. “My name is Constance, I’m an ordinary Memokeeper. But you can do what everyone else does and call me ‘The Dahlia’.”
Her gaze promptly surveyed the area. “As for this place, think of it as my “heart”. It’s the only place I feel safe sharing my secrets without that annoying swan sticking her nose into my business.” Her added emphasis to ‘annoying swan’, indicates a level of hostility toward the person in question.
“Annoying… y-you mean Black Swan?” Caelus inquired.
“Who else could I be talking about…?” An exasperated sigh escaped The Dahlia’s lips as she slowly got off her seat. “But I’m not interested in talking about her, especially when you’re here.”
She slowly sauntered up to the Trailblazer, deep purple eyes locked onto him. Apprehension spiked within his heart as he slowly backed away from her. “W-What do you wa—”
The words died in his mouth as The Dahlia swung her tail around and wrapped it around his waist. Caelus gasped in surprise as he felt himself getting dragged toward the domineering woman.
“Why back away?” Her lips curled into a toothy grin. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“B-But I don’t even know you!” Fear was evident in Caelus’ tone. “T-This is the first time we’ve ever met.”
“Is that so?” The Dahlia tilted her head slightly. “Are you sure you haven’t forgotten anything? No missing memories about your time in Penacony?”
Her words probed into Caelus’ mind as he raked his mind over his time in Penacony. His dealings with Aventurine, Sparkle’s antics, how Acheron had saved him from the Nihility, the final showdown against Sunday, and his time with Firefly. All of them were precious in their own way. But not a single one of them featured The Dahlia…
“My memories are completely intact,” Caelus spoke defiantly, much to the older woman’s amusement.
“Then allow me to awaken them for you.” The Dahlia spoke up, reaching for Caelus’ cheeks and gingerly cradling them. Painful headaches surged within him as he buckled on the spot. An influx of memories filled his mind, memories that didn’t quite line up with what he remembered. Hidden secrets, alternate fates, backdoor deals. And present within those memories, as if she were a puppet master, was The Dahlia.
“Y-You…” Caelus regained his composure as he now recognized her.
“It’s been too long, hasn’t it?” She flashed him a smile. “I hope you don’t hold it against me for tampering with your memories. That Silver Wolf lass requested that I do so to protect you.”
All part of Elio’s script, he assumed. The sooner he understood that script, the easier things would be for him. But why would Silver Wolf ask The Dahlia for such a request? Surely Black Swan would’ve been happy to do so.
“What do you gain out of this?” Caelus inquired.
“Oh, nothing much. Nothing that concerns you, anyway…” The older woman extended a ‘clawed’ finger to his chin. “What I am interested in is what I can gain out of this meeting.”
She firmly cupped his chin, gazing hungrily into his eyes. “I’m interested in uncovering your past. Very interested.” The Dahlia licked her lips. “And I’m willing to do anything to uncover them…” She leaned toward the Trailblazer’s ear and slowly breathed into it. “—including catering to your desires~”
Before Caelus could respond, he felt the older woman smash her lips against his. He squirmed within her firm, yet sensual grasp, shivers running down his spine. It felt so good, as though he was immolated within a blazing inferno. Such intense passion left him weak in his knees.
Neediness began growing within the Trailblazer. No longer was he fearful of this mysterious, domineering woman. Now, he craved her and only her. Just as The Dahlia hoped for.
She yearned to uncover all the truths hidden within Caelus’ mind. And in such a vulnerable, needy state, his memories would be ripe for the plucking.
Besides, she also had her own needs…
Her clawed hand cradled Caelus’ chin, keeping him in place as she continued kissing him. The tips of her horns lightly grazed against his cheeks, not enough to shed blood. But enough to instill a sense of danger in the young man.
The Dahlia was no ordinary woman… she could kill him in the blink of an eye if she desired. And yet, there was something about the idea of being at her mercy that turned him on.
He picked up the pace of his kissing, sliding his tongue inside The Dahlia’s mouth. The slippery muscle soon clashed against hers and began a messy yet passionate dance. The older woman’s eyes flickered with intrigue. Such passion and zeal… he’d make for quite the interesting dance partner. Whether he could keep up with her was for her to decide…
Slowly, she backed him up to a wall, pinning Caelus to the wooden surface. The Dahlia’s hand trailed down from his chin and toward his shirt, hooking it with her claw. Then, with a tug, she slowly tore it down the middle.
Caelus flinched from the sharp, tearing noise, eyes watching The Dahlia’s finger trail down his torso. Eventually, she tore his shirt cleanly in half, the Trailblazer’s toned figure exposed to the cool air.
“My, my~” The Dahlia broke off her kiss to inspect her prize. “You’ve been through a lot, Caelus.” Her eyes rested on the scar over his chest. Licking her lips, she began tracing her finger over the scar.
A shudder escaped the Trailblazer as the cool, pointy tip grazed his skin. “T-That tickles.” He quietly winced in an admission of weakness.
The Dahlia pounced on this weakness, raking her hand over Caelus’ chest as she resumed her sensual kissing. This time, she stuck her tongue in his mouth, swishing all over his slimy cheeks. Muffled moans escaped the Trailblazer as he shivered before the older woman. Lustful desires surged within his heart; he wanted nothing more than to indulge in her magnificent body. Whatever fears initially plagued him had been burned to a crisp. Replaced by a primal, almost pitiful neediness.
The Dahlia knew just how much Caelus desired her, for she harbored an equally potent desire for him. But she had him at her mercy, and she was eager to exert her control over him.
Even when she felt his growing bulge rubbing against her, she didn’t back down. He can wait like a good little boy; this dance was far from over.
Breaking off her kiss, The Dahlia homed in on Caelus’ collarbone and nipped at it. Her plump lips clambered all over his skin, as the woman savoured his taste. It had a very, very subtle trace of sweetness mixed in with the sweat. Granting the Trailblazer a flavor that was distinctly his. It was tantalizingly addictive, fueling the Cremator’s desire.
Eyes gazing at Caelus, The Dahlia raked her tongue over his skin. Slowly, she trailed closer and closer to his chest, indulging in his taste the entire time. All while her hands worshipped his body. They clambered all over his skin, admiring its silky texture. Slowly drifting lower and lower, all the way to the Trailblazer’s waist. Then, with a flick of her wrist, The Dahlia grabbed Caelus’ impressive bulge.
“Now what do we have here…” Her voice trailed with a purr as she kneaded at the large bulge. Her clawed fingers squeezed it lovingly, eliciting a sharp wince from the Trailblazer. His knees buckled, sweat trickling down his skin as anticipation surged within his heart. It thumped loudly within his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Soft, strained moans escaped him as he kept his eyes on the domineering woman.
A cruel smirk grew on The Dahlia’s face as she eyed up Caelus; she had him where she wanted. Now to begin the process of breaking him.
“Such a needy young man…” The words flowed from her plump lips as she slowly undressed herself. “Have you fallen for me already? Good… that’s what I was hoping for.”
The fluttering of fabric filled the air as The Dahlia’s dress fell to the ground, leaving her in nothing but her lacy black panties. Panties that she promptly yanked down her long legs.
A soft gasp escaped Caelus as his eyes immediately drifted toward her heaving bosom. Her large, juicy tits slowly moved with every breath, perky pink nipples twitching in the air. They were just asking to be groped, squeezed, and fondled by his needy hands. But as he stuck his hand out, The Dahlia promptly grabbed his wrist.
“Getting ahead of ourselves, now?” She inquired with a smirk. “I thought I told you that I’d be leading this dance.”
She didn’t give Caelus a chance to answer before dragging him toward one of the nearby couches. Within a few seconds, she took her seat and had Caelus lie atop her lap, her tits obscuring his view. Then she proceeded to smother the hapless young man.
She pushed his face into her heaving bosom, muffling him as he writhed atop her lap. The Trailblazer’s body flailed around the place, hands desperately attempting to grab something. But eventually, Caelus’ flailing ceased, the young man slowly growing accustomed to his new position.
The Dahlia gazed down at him with an expectant look in her eyes, as though silently ordering him to please her. He got the message loud and clear, opening his lips to suck on her left nipple. A blissful sigh escaped the Cremator as her fingers combed through Caelus’ hair, gliding through the short grey silk. He was better than she anticipated; much better. Does he already have experie—
Nah, that can’t be right. Everything about his demeanour indicated that he was still ‘pure’, so to speak. Well, she’ll gladly be the one to taint him.
“Is this what you’ve been hoping for? Burying yourself within my abundance while I play with you?” The Dahlia crooned as she swirled a clawed fingertip over Caelus’ bulge. “Oh, how I look forward to toying with you~”
Slowly, she slithered toward his belt and unbuckled it, the soft ‘click’ echoing throughout the room. With a firm yank, The Dahlia pulled Caelus’ trousers down, exposing his hard cock. A ravenous expression overcame the older woman as she licked her lips in hunger. Such a thick, virile member… this was a sight that she’ll cherish for years to come.
With a flick of her fingers, she hooked her fingers around Caelus’ dick and pumped it up and down. The cool, metal tips of her claws gently grazed his skin, light surges of painful pleasure coursing throughout his veins. The Trailblazer gasped into The Dahlia’s bosom as his back arched atop her. Chills ran down his spine from the scraping sensation, his hands balling into fists as he gazed up at his mistress.
Her deep purple eyes flickered with numerous emotions: desire, sadism, and possessiveness. Knowing that he was at her mercy frightened and aroused the Trailblazer, as was evident by his throbbing cock.
“You like this, don’t you?” The Dahlia teased Caelus with a cruel smirk. “Being treated as my personal plaything? Submitting yourself to my dance…” She tightened her grip on his dick. “Be a good boy and reveal your memories to me.”
The Cremator continued pumping her hand up and down the Trailblazer’s dick, her clawed fingers inching closer toward his glans. Her eyes gleamed with intrigue, curious to see how he’d react to what she had in store for him. Not that Caelus could speak much; he was still muffled by her massive tits.
She glanced back toward his head, watching him suckle her teat like a ravenous infant. His tongue swirled all over the areola, savoring the alabaster-toned skin. He soaked it in warm, gooey saliva, the viscous liquid oozing down the voluminous peak. Thin lips clamped around The Dahlia’s nipple and tugged on it. Short bursts of pleasure shot through the Cremator’s chest, the softest of moans escaping her lips.
“Good…” She cooed. “Submit yourself and your memories to me.” Her hand continued petting his head. “Allow yourself to be enveloped within the fires of pleasure.” It was at that moment that she relinquished her grip on his cock. She reached for her panties and wrapped them around Caelus’ shaft before gripping it once more.
“Mmmmph!” The soft, oppressive snare of The Dahlia’s panties caused the Trailblazer to moan into her tits. With a giggle, the Cremator resumed her earnest stroking. Clawed fingers kneaded and toyed with the lace panties, smothering the pulsating shaft with the small garment. It violently throbbed within her grasp, pre-cum seeping from the swollen tip.
Such a naughty little cock… Oh, how she was looking forward to draining Caelus tonight.
Licking her lips, The Dahlia’s fingers crept toward the Trailblazer’s glans. She teased the lace-covered tip, kneading it with her clawed fingers. The sharp, metallic tips pressed down on the sensitive knob, jolts of pleasure shooting up Caelus’ spine. Her thumb inched closer to where his urethra would be, pressing down on the fabric and barely poking inside the slit.
A muffled gasp escaped Caelus as his hips jerked in response. His entire body was starting to feel like jelly, legs trembling from the painful euphoria. His heart was thumping like crazy, sweat pouring down his body. But he could utter a word even if he wanted to; his mistresses’ heaving bosom muffled the Trailblazer.
Not that he minded that part, in all honesty…
His needy, grabby hands sank into The Dahlia’s abundance. They cupped her overwhelming bosom, fingers kneading at the soft flesh. Caelus was in awe of her softness; her skin made even the most luxurious silks feel rough. Chills ran down the Trailblazer’s spine as he continued groping his lover’s boobs, feeling the excess flesh spilling from his grasp. His lips hungrily suckled on her nipple, rolling it within his hot, sticky mouth.
Caelus was content to remain lying atop The Dahlia’s lap, indulging in her overwhelming softness. But she had other things in mind.
She wouldn’t be content until she got what she was after. His memories, his secrets, all would make a most tantalizing trophy for her.
The Cremator’s hand pumped up and down the throbbing shaft, rubbing her panties against the sticky member. The soft fabric combined with her overwhelming grip was slowly becoming too much for the Trailblazer. His hips slowly rocked up and down, thrusting into The Dahlia’s grip. Muffled moans escaped Caelus as he trembled atop the older woman’s lap. Neediness grew within him, his heart rate spiking from a surge of adrenaline.
But she wasn’t ready to push him over the edge just yet; she wanted to break him. With a cruel gleam in her eyes, The Dahlia drifted her clawed pinky toward Caelus’ vulnerable anus and plunged inside.
His eyes widened as a muffled gasp escaped the Trailblazer. With a chuckle, the domineering woman began thrusting into his tight hole. The cool tip of the claw lightly grazed against his rectal walls to not draw blood. Yet it was still an uncomfortably squeamish sensation, one that left Caelus weak in his knees. He trembled helplessly within The Dahlia’s overwhelming grip, gripping onto her tits for dear life. Yet it would all be for nothing.
The Cremator continued toying with the Trailblazer, smothering him with her tits, stroking his thick cock, and teasing his sensitive hole. Slowly, her pinky inched deeper inside Caelus’ asshole, slithering toward his prostate. She knew just how vulnerable he was; a single touch would push him over the edge.
So it was with a smug smirk that The Dahlia poked the Trailblazer’s prostate. The result was immediate.
A muffled scream escaped Caelus as he thrashed atop her lap, his cock erupting inside her lavish panties. A dark stain slowly grew on the flimsy garment as it became sticky to the touch. His hips trembled violently for a few moments afterward as his cock fired its last few spurts.
Caelus soon collapsed onto the couch, weakly gasping for breath. His eyes watered from the overwhelming sensation, choked sobs escaping his mouth.
“There, there…” The Dahlia spoke in an almost motherly tone while petting his head. “That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”
She tossed her soiled panties aside and gingerly stroked Caelus’ cock. “But it seems you’re still eager for me. Oh, how long it’s been since I’ve had such an enthusiastic dance partner.” Her clawed fingers clambered up and down the Trailblazer’s shaft. “And I know exactly what you’re after~”
The sound of shuffling filled the air as The Dahlia slowly got onto her knees, resting Caelus atop the lavish couch. Kneeling before him, she gingerly tapped his cock against her massive breasts. Soft winces escaped Caelus as he watched his mistress toy with his cock. Rubbing it against her nipples, tapping it against her voluminous mounds.
“Your essence is astonishing, enchanting, even.” The Dahlia licked her lips before sliding Caelus’ cock between her tits. “And I shall extract it all for myself~”
She promptly pressed down on her tits, eliciting a deep groan from the Trailblazer. With a snicker, the Cremator began rubbing herself up and down the mighty shaft. Long and girthy as it was, her massive bust was able to envelop it with ease. Only the tip managed to poke out of her creamy cleavage. It twitched before The Dahlia’s eyes, piquing her interest.
“Such a cute little mushroom…” Her voice cooed with a mix of affection and possessiveness. “Oh, how I look forward to breaking it.” A malevolent grin formed on her face.
Glancing back up at Caelus, the Cremator resumed her gentle rubbing. Thin fingers clung to her bosom, squishing the cock within her warm valley. Shuddered moans escaped the Trailblazer as his gaze was locked onto the older woman. He was unable to move; rooted to the spot by the spine-chilling pleasure. His heart raced within his chest as he watched his cock disappear within her vast cleavage.
Caelus had always been a boob man; he loved the soft pillows with all his heart. Resting his head upon a pair of soft boobs was his ideal fantasy. And he was more than fortunate to have met so many wonderful women with equally wonderful boobs.
Such as Black Swan. By the Aeons, she had a wonderful bust. So soft, and carried a sweet smell. The thought of being smothered between her and—
“Your mind’s wandering, Caelus. Towards that arrogant swan…” A frown slowly formed on The Dahlia’s face. “I suppose I’ll have to work harder to free you from her grasp.” She tightened the grip on her bosom upon saying ‘harder’.
Her eyes burrowed into Caelus’ soul as she picked up the pace. The Cremator’s heaving tits clapped against the Trailblazer’s thighs, echoing within the dimly-lit study. They bounced and jiggled against the throbbing shaft, rubbing its highly sensitive skin. Sweat trickled down Caelus’ skin as he uttered the most pitiful of moans. His hips could do little more than feebly thrust into The Dahlia’s cleavage.
The Trailblazer’s meaty bat slid through the warm, alabaster cleavage. It nuzzled against the perfect mounds, the tip pressing into the abundance. His swollen balls churned with piping hot cum, ready to shower The Dahlia with his sticky love. But he wanted to enjoy her tits for much longer; as such, Caelus began taking deep breaths to channel his endurance.
The Cremator could only chuckle in amusement; to see her lover resisting her efforts was adorable. Well, such resistance needed to be met with even more pressure.
“Forget about that swan, Caelus. Focus only on me. Share your memories with me alone…” The Dahlia stuck her tongue out and began licking his swollen cockhead. Her slick muscle swished all over the bulbous mushroom, savoring its musky flavor. Drool oozed from her mouth and onto the sensitive tip, the viscous liquid trickling into her cleavage. The warm, gooey liquid basted Caelus’ shaft, seeping into his skin and lubricating the large pecker. It slid through The Dahlia’s cleavage without resistance, the tip smooching up to her lips.
The Cremator chuckled over the Trailblazer’s zeal before promptly enveloping the meaty glans in her mouth. Plump lips clamped over the swollen knob and sucked on it, muffled hums escaping The Dahlia. She indulged in its taste, savoring every last morsel inside her mouth as she gazed at Caelus.
Oh, the restrained look of animalistic pleasure in his eyes was driving her wild.
Heat began forming in her crotch as her pussy grew wet with desire. To think that she’d be turned on to this extent surprised the Cremator. Yet she was unashamed of her desires; they were as natural and as intense as a raging inferno.
“Is this what you want?” The Dahlia purred with underlying malice. “Having me worship this big, juicy cock of yours?” She flicked her tongue over the swollen tip. “Give me what I’m after, and I’ll become all yours~”
She chose her words carefully, hoping to elicit the most intense reactions from the Trailblazer. Yet against all odds, he didn’t succumb.
Looks like she’ll have to play dirty…
With an ominous chuckle, The Dahlia swung her tail around and pressed it against Caelus’ glans. The pointed tip grazed across his sensitive mushroom, eliciting a sharp gasp from the Trailblazer. His hips jerked forward into her heaving mounds, loud claps filling the air. Caelus clung to the couch for dear life, teeth firmly clenched together.
He was right where she wanted him…
With a satisfied smirk, The Dahlia continued tormenting Caelus; grazing his cockhead with her tail as her tits smothered his shaft. Her fingers kneaded at the abundant flesh, squishing and contorting them against the meaty prick. It throbbed within her cleavage, pre-cum seeping from the bulbous tip. The Dahlia scooped some up with her tail before licking it off, a blissful hum escaping her lips.
Not bad at all… but she knew the best part was about to come, literally.
“You want to cum now, don’t you?” She picked up the pace of her tittyfucking. “You can’t handle this much longer, can you?” Her voice was brimming with sexual sadism as she flicked her tail all over Caelus’ glans. “Such a needy little boy~”
“P-Please…” Caelus whispered weakly.
“Hmmm?” The Dahlia tilted her head toward him. “I can’t hear you?”
“L-Let me… let me cum… p-please.” The Trailblazer sounded desperate.
“You’ll submit your memories to me and only me?” She demanded.
“Y-Yes!” He cried out loud. “I’ll do anything you ask for. Just let me cum!” His eyes were watering from the paralytic pleasure surging through his veins.
“Very well.” The Dahlia’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk. “I’ll give you what you’re after~”
She went all out on her tittyfucking, slamming her tits down on Caelus’ waist. Her hands fondled and squeezed her ample assets, wringing the Trailblazer’s cock dry. It pulsated violently within her cleavage, pre-cum oozing from the tip like a torrent of water. All while she gazed at him with a seductive smile.
She’d successfully broken him; now all she needed to do was receive her ‘payment’.
Her hands began moving her tits in an alternating fashion, fully smothering the throbbing member. Slowly, she drifted her tail toward Caelus’ plump balls and began tickling them. Swishing over the swollen fruit while her tits engulfed his member.
It proved too much for the Trailblazer.
“C-Constance!”
A sharp growl escaped the young man as his cock erupted once more. Like a geyser, it sprayed everywhere, showering The Dahlia’s face and tits with his rich seed. His hips pumped forward one last time before slumping over the couch.
“Ahh…” A blissful sigh escaped the Cremator as she licked the cum off her face. “Like the sweet aftermath of destruction.”
“S-So good… t-that… so good…” Caelus’ words were a jumbled mess by this point, shallow pants escaping the young man. He was utterly drained by this point, but The Dahlia was far from done with him.
She got back on her feet and pushed Caelus onto his back before straddling the young man. “You said you’ll do anything I ask for, right?” The Cremator pointed a finger at her dripping snatch. “Then show me what you can do. Give me a performance that’ll be etched into my bones!”
Before he could respond, Caelus was muffled by The Dahlia. Her hips straddled his face as his arms flailed momentarily. The only thing the Trailblazer could see was her glistening twat, neat tufts of black hair surrounding the slit. Lips curled into a domineering smirk, The Cremator pushed Caelus’ face into her opening. Once more, he flailed on the spot as he desperately fought for breath. But then it came to him; he knew exactly what he had to do to save himself.
Mustering whatever strength he could, the Trailblazer held onto The Dahlia’s legs and gingerly licked her sweet spot. Gentle signs escaped the older woman as she eased up on Caelus, granting him the breathing room he needed. The sweet feeling of oxygen flowing into his lungs invigorated the Trailblazer, a surge of energy returning to him…
Only for the Cremator to press herself against him once more.
“Don’t get too comfortable.” She smirked. “You’ll have to earn it~”
Caelus momentarily ceased his licking. “W-What happened to extracting my memories?”
An amused chuckle escaped The Dahlia. “Oh, I’m more than happy to wait a little long. Especially since I have a nice, obedient young man at my mercy~” A predatory grin formed on her face.
She buried his face inside her pussy once more, thighs clamping down on his head. The Trailblazer ceased all resistance and began quietly licking her glistening folds. His tongue swished up and down The Dahlia’s silky petals, lovingly rolling over them. He felt every subtle twitch, every tiny tremble. For all her bluster and domineering, she was just as needy as he was.
And Caelus, rascal that he is, was eager to push all her buttons.
As such, he maintained a slow, steady pace. And by slow, he meant the kind that left her wanting more. His slick muscle swished in circles around The Dahlia’s opening, focusing solely on her fleshy petals. He hungrily lapped at her juices, savoring the exotic flavor. It was sweet yet spicy at the same time, like flames flickering in the night. The taste goading him into speeding up, but Caelus wasn’t falling for it. He wanted to show The Dahlia that he wasn’t just a pushover.
But she had plenty of tricks up her sleeve, old and new.
Licking her lips, the Cremator flicked her tail toward Caelus’s cock and toyed with it. Not enough to get him erect, but sufficient in sending a message.
‘Do as I say, and I shall please you.’
The temptation grew within Caelus, his heart rate quickening. Oh, how he wanted to be pleasured by this dangerous, yet seductive woman—
‘No!’ He thought to himself. ‘She’s just toying with you. Do not fall for her tricks!’
So, he maintained his slow, steady pace despite The Dahlia’s temptations. His tongue slowly climbed up her crotch, slinking into her neatly groomed hair. Her scent soon wafted up Caelus’ nose, blessing him with a sugary aroma. Like sniffing a fresh bouquet.
The heavenly scent invigorated the Trailblazer, subconsciously goading him into licking faster. Within seconds, his lust and hubris had set back all of the hard work he’d put in. Naturally, this caught The Dahlia by surprise; she certainly expected Caelus to put up more of a fight. But if he was willing to please her on his own terms, then who was she to complain?
She just needed to sit down, relax, and enjoy the pleasure.
Her gaze remained trained on Caelus as he slowly inched his way to her clitoris. The tiny nub beckoned to him, pleaded for him to satiate it. And the Trailblazer was going to lick it. But as he stuck his tongue out, a devious thought sparked in his mind. Why focus only on her clit, when he can please it and her pussy at the same time?
It was with this thought in mind that he swished his tongue back toward The Dahlia’s glistening snatch. But before she could complain, she felt his hand creeping toward her nub. His index finger and thumb lunged for her clitoris and began playing with it. Tweaking it, flicking at it, treating it as his personal toy. Sharp moans escaped The Dahlia as she squirmed atop the Trailblazer’s face. But he was far from done with her.
He slipped his tongue inside her sweet pussy, flicking at her sensitive walls. The Cremator trembled atop Caelus as he continued tending to her needs. His skilled fingers and tongue prodded at her weak points, pushing her ever closer to climaxing.
This was his way of regaining (some) control over the situation.
Slowly, the Trailblazer slipped deeper into The Dahlia’s pussy, his tongue climbing up her silky walls. He hungrily lapped at her sensitive ridges, consuming as much of her nectar as he could. The fiery, yet sweet liquid, quenched Caelus’ sexual thirst, nourishing him enough to go faster. His tongue began twirling in circles within The Dahlia’s heat, basting her walls with his sticky saliva.
And it was doing a number on her.
For all her assertiveness, The Cremator had a weakness for cunnilingus. It always made her cum faster than any other sexual act, something that a certain swan always took advantage of.
Caelus may’ve been oblivious to her weakness, but he wasn’t oblivious to how much she was enjoying it. And it only encouraged him to double down.
His tongue swished up and down The Dahlia’s wet walls, slowly gliding across the fleshy surfaces. He flicked and poked at every square inch, slowly pushing his lover over the edge. The Cremator clenched her teeth and tightened her grip on Caelus’ head to stave off the overwhelming surge of pleasure. Yet her efforts would prove futile in the end; the Trailblazer was just that gifted.
“Nggggh!” A sharp cry escaped The Dahlia as she felt Caelus’ tongue flick over her G-spot. Within seconds, she bucked her hips forward, squirting all over the Trailblazer. He was showered with her hot, sticky love, her juices trickling down his face.
Raspy pants escaped The Dahlia as she lifted herself off Caelus’ face. But she didn’t let him go just yet.
“To think you’d fight back against me…” She managed to regain her composure as she slithered toward his crotch. “Oh, how beautiful it is to see you fighting for your life!” A malicious grin returned to her face as she reached for his cock.
“I-I didn’t realise my life was on the line…” A sheepish smile formed on Caelus’ face.
A snicker escaped The Dahlia. “When you dance with me…” She plunged the tip of his cock inside her snatch. “You always risk everything.” The Cremator lowered herself as a gasp escaped her lips.
She trembled atop his waist as she got used to the feeling of his hard cock inside her. Tingly surges of bliss coursed through her veins, her thighs pinning Caelus to the couch. But eventually, she was able to regain her composure.
Lips curled into a cruel smirk; the Cremator slowly bounced atop his waist. Her hands reached for the Trailblazer’s wrists and grabbed them, fingers sinking into the pale flesh. Her clawed fingers were able to pierce the skin, blood oozing down Caelus’ arm. The sweet, sticky nectar trickled onto The Dahlia’s hand, encouraging her to taste it. Lifting her hand to her mouth, she gazed into Caelus’ eyes and licked her fingers clean.
“Mmmmmm…” A hum escaped her lips as she licked them. “Such a beautiful flavor. One that I alone shall possess.” The Dahlia’s grin grew predatory as she eyed up the helpless Trailblazer.
A nervous gulp escaped Caelus as he realized the full magnitude of the situation. This woman was dangerous; smoking hot, yes, but oh-so dangerous.
And the worst part was that it was turning him on big time.
He meekly gazed up at his lover, watching her bounce atop his waist with gusto. The Dahlia’s heaving bosom swayed with every bounce, perky nipples swaying in the air. Tempting as it may be to grab them, Caelus was unable to do so; his wrists were still trapped within the Cremator’s grip. As such, he could do little more than lie there and watch the ripe fruit dangle tantalizingly close to him.
It was a cruel tease; perhaps the cruellest he’s ever endured. And there was nothing he could do about it.
The Dahlia herself was thoroughly enjoying the situation. She’d finally gotten one over Black Swan after all this time; the Trailblazer’s memories were hers and hers alone. Oh, how she looked forward to savoring them. But she was more than happy to wait; this was too much fun, after all.
She gingerly bit the bottom of her lip as she felt Caelus’ hard cock hammering at her insides. His shaft rubbed against her sensitive walls, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her waist. The swollen tip lovingly smooched The Dahlia’s depths, eliciting a quick gasp from the older woman. She felt all tingly inside, tiny beads of sweat trickling down her alabaster skin. The pleasure was like fire; warm and growing at an exponential rate. Soon her entire body would become engulfed by the orgasmic feeling.
Such a moment would make even the most beautiful death feel plain…
Eagerly anticipating that moment, The Dahlia picked up the pace of her bouncing. Her hips slammed into Caelus, clapping flesh echoing throughout the study. The Cremator’s greedy pussy swallowed the Trailblazer’s shaft, enveloping it within her warmth. The fleshy walls squeezed the throbbing member, basting it in her hot, sticky love. Juices oozed down the shaft and trickled out of her glistening pussy.
“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you~?” A smile formed on The Dahlia’s lips. “Lying there and taking all I’ve got. What an obedient partner you are~” Her tone indicated satisfaction with Caelus’ compliance. “However shall I reward you…”
She thought about allowing him to fondle her boobs once more, only to brush that aside. Instead, she opted for a much more devious reward; one that’ll leave him totally helpless to her advances.
With a flick of her tail, The Dahlia began poking Caelus’ puckered asshole. The pointed tip grazed against the tight hole, slowly swishing back and forth. Sharp winces escaped the Trailblazer as his back arched atop the bed. His feet trembled in anticipation of what his lover had in store for him, eyes gazing at the domineering woman. He was naught but putty in her skilled, dangerous hands, just waiting to be toyed with. And toy with him she shall.
Gingerly poking her tongue out, The Dahlia slipped her tail inside Caelus and slithered toward his prostate. She swished all over the gland, prodding the sensitive surface. Strained moans escaped Caelus as he writhed atop the bed in orgasmic pleasure. It was so paralytic that he couldn’t even thrust into the Cremator.
Looks like she had to do all the work; not that she minded at all.
She continued to pick up the pace, engulfing her lover’s needy tool within her warmth. Her walls contorted around the thick girth, squeezing and wringing the needy member. Sharp winces escaped Caelus as his cock throbbed inside his lover, pre-cum seeping from the tip. He couldn’t even hold onto anything, as The Dahlia was still holding onto his wrists. All he could realistically do was endure her vigorous advances.
But she had every intention of breaking him; her tail continued attacking his sensitive prostate, poking at it every second. The spine-chilling sensation left him a squirming mess, writhing feebly beneath The Dahlia. She was satisfied with how easy this was, exploiting the young man’s neediness to her favor.
She could feel his cock pulsating inside her, barely holding off the urge to explode inside her begging warmth. Such orgasmic release would make for a beautiful bonfire, one she was eager to attend. So it was with an assertive smile that The Dahlia firmly jabbed Caelus’ prostate.
The sudden explosion of pleasure was too much for Caelus; a sharp scream escaped him as his cock sprayed her insides with his hot seed. So intense was his climax that his essence seeped out of the Cremator’s glistening twat.
Shallow pants escaped him as he felt The Dahlia slowly climb off his sticky crotch, trails of cum seeping from her cunt. Yet despite how good his cum felt inside her, she hadn’t reached the level of ecstasy she craved. His work wasn’t done just yet.
“You may think of me as a selfish woman, but that isn’t the case…” The Dahlia sensually licked her lips.
“Y-You say that while having your way with me…” Caelus weakly rebutted between gasps.
“Oh, I’m more than happy to give and take. I intend for this memory to be added to my collection…” She slowly lay on her back and exposed herself to him. “Won’t you show me just how assertive you can be? I’m not interested in a boring dance partner, after all.”
This was his chance; throughout the night, he’d been at The Dahlia’s mercy, treated as her personal toy. But now… now she was going to get a taste of what the Trailblaze was capable of.
His ‘bat’ was primed and ready to go.
Caelus crawled onto the older woman and pressed his cock against her slit. Then with a grunt, he plunged inside her hot, sticky snatch. Shudders escaped him as her overwhelming warmth engulfed him once more.
No matter how often he engaged in the art of sexual intimacy, it always felt good…
Steeling himself, Caelus plunged deep inside The Dahlia before wrapping his arms around her. Slowly, he began thrusting into her wetness, burrowing inside her tight, glistening snatch. Messy squelching filled his ears, the sound causing shivers to run down his spine. Juices oozed from the now-stuffed pussy and seeped down the Cremator’s legs, the sticky liquid shimmering in the dimly lit room.
Low moans escaped the Trailblazer as he clung to The Dahlia’s body, nails digging into her shoulders. His toned frame was pressed against hers, sweat trickling from his skin onto hers. He gazed into the older woman’s eyes, utterly mesmerized by the deep purple pools gazing back at them. Then, without warning, he smashed his lips against hers.
Caelus indulged in her flavor, savoring it with every passionate kiss. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, only to be met by her tongue. The slippery muscles squirmed against each other in a sticky, yet sensual dance. They writhed against each other, wriggling together within The Dahlia’s warm, sticky maw. Muffled moans escaped the Trailblazer as he felt his lover’s warmth flowing into him.
It was a most comforting feeling, like bundling up within a warm blanket during a Belobogian winter. Though that reminded him, he should visit his friends once his journey to Amphoreus was ov—
His eyes suddenly widened as her felt The Dahlia’s hand scratching his back. Her sharp claws cut into his flesh, leaving shallow wounds behind as a cool breeze blew onto them. The stinging pain sent chills up his spine, the Trailblazer quickly glancing into his lover’s eyes. Her gaze… her gaze was one of smug satisfaction. One that told him, ‘I have you where I want you now.’
Even when he was on top of her, he truly wasn’t on ‘top’, so to speak. Well, he’d have to change that…
Breaking off his kiss, Caelus buried his face in The Dahlia’s massive bosom, hungrily sucking on her tits. His tongue rolled all over the soft peaks, needy hands sinking into the ample globes. His fingers squeezed at her endowment, worshipping the Cremator’s enormous tits. He was in awe at just how jiggly they were, quivering with every sensual touch. The Trailblazer had seen a lot of incredible boobs in his life, but The Dahlia had the best rack of them all.
And it was all his to enjoy tonight.
Overwhelmed by his lust for boobs, Caelus continued to fondle the tantalizing fruit. His hands groped and toyed with the soft peaks as his tongue swirled over the perky, rose-colored nipples. Moist lips pulled and tugged at the sensitive nubs, eliciting a pleasured hiss from The Dahlia. Her lips were curled into a smirk, savoring the tantalizing euphoria. For all his lustful zeal, Caelus was an obedient young man at heart. He was proving himself to be a worthy dance partner. Perhaps it was time she rewar—
“Ahhhh!”
A sudden gasp escaped The Dahlia as she felt Caelus pick up the pace of his thrusting. His hips were slamming into hers, pushing his cock deep inside her sticky twat. The bulbous glans rubbed against her sensitive walls once more, prodding at all her weakpoints. Such was the intensity that the Cremator’s grip tightened, her claws sinking even deeper into Caelus’ skin. Yet the pain did nothing to deter the Trailblazer; if anything, it only spurred him forward.
“You like that, don’t you?” Caelus hissed through gritted teeth. “For all your domineering bluster, you love getting fucked hard!” Another grunt escaped his lips as he pushed further inside The Dahlia’s snatch.
She certainly couldn’t deny what he was saying; his passionate vigor was most enjoyable. But she knew the best was yet to come.
For it is at the end where it all dies. And that was the most beautiful sight of them all.
Her tail swished toward Caelus and coiled around his sticky shaft, ‘pushing’ it into her in tandem with his thrusts. The pointed tip poked at his anus once more, eliciting a muffled wince from the Trailblazer. Then she slipped it inside him.
Once more, it immediately homed in on his prostate, prodding and stimulating the sensitive gland. This time, however, he didn’t succumb. For he managed to develop a (minor) resistance to The Dahlia’s prostate milking. Caelus endured the borderline orgasmic pleasure and continued fucking his lover’s needy twat. His bulbous tip slammed into her cervix, eliciting a gasp from The Dahlia.
“S-Such a good boy…” A moan dribbled from her mouth. “You’re such a good boy—”
“I’m a man, Constance. And I’m not a good man…” Caelus’ lips curled into an assertive smirk. “I’m bad to the bone!”
His attempts at acting tough were so amusing, yet that was part of his charm. His irresistible charm.
She needed a way to keep him away from Black Swan. No way was she claiming him and his memori—
A sudden jolt of pleasure shot up The Dahlia’s spine, shattering her train of thought. What followed was an intense, overwhelming surge of euphoria. For Caelus was giving it his all in pushing her over the edge; fucking her tight snatch, fondling her heaving bosom, and even going so far as to nip and kiss her elegant neck. He was pushing all of her buttons, prodding all of her weakpoints in the hope of having her submit to her desires.
Yet it was his cock that was doing all the heavy lifting, hammering away at her cervix. It slammed into the fleshy barrier; every thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout the Cremator’s body. But Caelus wanted to push her overboard; he wanted to hear her screaming in ecstasy. So, he channelled every ounce of strength he had and slammed into her cervix, the tip barely poking into her womb.
The sudden infiltration of her womb proved too much for The Dahlia; she uttered a primal moan as her claws sank into Caelus’ flesh. Her walls clamped down around his cock and squeezed it dry as she sprayed his crotch with her juices. The sudden tightness pushed the already spent Caelus overboard, a weak groan escaping his lips as he fired his hot load inside her thirsty pussy.
So stuffed was The Dahlia’s snatch that the excess cum oozed out of her, seeping onto the lavish couch beneath her. Utterly spent, Caelus pulled out of her and staggered onto his feet. Raspy pants escaped him as tiny dribbles of cum seeped from his now limp cock.
It had been quite the gruelling night… but oh boy, was it worth every single moment.
“Satisfied, yet?” The Dahlia slowly got on her feet before approaching Caelus. “Now will you give me what I’m after?”
Before he could move, the Trailblazer was ensnared by the Cremator’s tail, the tip glowing with an ethereal blue flame. She clasped Caelus’ cheeks, her clawed fingers grazing his skin. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” Her lips curled into a cruel smirk. “Finally… all my waiting will be worth something.”
Her gaze locked onto the Trailblazer’s eyes as she began the process of harvesting his memories, claiming all that there was from the young man. Yet amidst all the dominance and the sinister undertones… a genuine smile was present on the older woman.
“No matter where you go, or what you do, I’ll always follow you and the steps you leave behind in the cosmos…” The Dahlia leaned forward before planting a kiss on Caelus’ lips. “We shall meet again~”
That was the last thing he heard before slipping into unconsciousness, his mind awaiting the next Simulation…
0000
“Gaaaahhhh!!”
A sudden cry escaped Caelus as he sat upright in his be—how did he get in bed?! The last thing he recalled, he was sitting on the bed. Did somebody tuck him in while he was unconci—
“You’re awake.”
He turned his head toward the source of the voice, only to see Black Swan preparing what appeared to be a cup of tea in his kitchen. With a smile, she approached him with the cup in hand.
“Dan Heng found you unconscious, so he helped you into bed.” Black Swan took a seat beside him while handing over the cup.
“Thank you…” Caelus groggily accepted the cup and slowly sipped it. The warm liquid reinvigorated him, eating away at the weariness that still clung to his body.
“You were out for quite a long time. Is everything alright?” The Memokeeper inquired.
“Well, it all started when I received a gift from March 7th—”
“What gift?” A look of confusion appeared on Black Swan’s face.
“The vase of flowers on the counter…” The Trailblazer turned his head toward the counter; what he saw made his voice die down. There was no vase of flowers on the counter, nor were there any signs that a package had been opened there. But he remembered accepting the gift from March, watching her staggering out of his room…
Just what was going on here?!
“March has been in bed this entire time.” Black Swan told him the truth. Or at least a half-truth; she didn’t have the heart to tell him just how serious the young girl’s current state was. Not now, at least. He needed to be in peak condition if he were to survive Amphoreus. “Why don’t I take care of you while you rest up for your journey?”
“Y-Yeah, I think that’ll be for the best…” Caelus rested the cup on the drawer beside him before resting his head on the pillow.
With an affectionate smile, Black Swan began rubbing the Trailblazer’s head as he slowly drifted off to sleep, only to detect something suspicious. They were tiny, borderline microscopic, but they burned with all the intensity of a raging inferno.
She knew immediately who had left their ‘mark’ on him.
‘So you’ve finally decided to intervene, Constance?’ Black Swan thought to herself. ‘I’ll be sure to deal with you soon. I’ve already laid claim to his memories.’
Herta Space Station
A quiet hum escaped Madam Herta as she sifted through her backlogs, a hand gingerly rubbing her belly. Things were going fine so far in the next leg of her journey; Ruan Mei had confirmed there were no complications with the baby so far. Though apparently she must’ve let it slip somehow, as she soon found herself inundated with numerous “gifts” from the rest of the Genius Society.
No doubt they were curious to see whether she’d end up as gifted as her mother.
But Madam Herta saw no need for them; she gave them to her dolls instead. After all, she was the only one who knew what her future daughter desired. Yet the unwanted gifts weren’t the sole issue she was experiencing.
Lately, she’s been feeling a lot needier than usual. A possible side-effect of the pregnancy, no doubt. And with her future partner heading off to Amphoreus, she’s had to improvise a solution.
Madam Herta opted to re-watch all the Simulations she put Caelus through. And yes, that does include the bunnysuits. She’ll never understand why he found those so appealing, but that was a topic for another ti—
“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “I don’t remember this Simulation. Did that hacker girl sneak this in while my back was turned?” She located a Simulation that she’d never seen before, nestled between the ones with Guinaifen and Black Swan. Intrigued, she booted up the Simulation and was met by the sight of Caelus being confronted by The Dahlia.
“I’ve never seen this woman before, and I doubt Caelus has before. She does have a nice hat, though.” Madam Herta’s priorities were, unsurprisingly, focused on The Dahlia’s hat.
Spurred on by curiosity and desire, Madam Herta replayed the Simulation. She absorbed every lewd detail, her hand drifting underneath her skirt, and rubbed her aching, needy pussy. Pleasured winces escaped the Emanator’s soft lips as she tended to her needs, eyes glued to the screen.
“Well, that certainly explains a lot…” She muttered upon watching The Dahlia jerking Caelus off with her panties. Who’d have thought that this mysterious woman would instil such perversion into her lover? Heck, her entire presence was borderline mysterious.
She shows up out of nowhere, injects herself into her carefully crafted Simulation Universe to have her way with the Trailblazer. Only to completely disappear from the record once she was done. It intrigued Madam Herta; to think somebody else would have the guts to make a move on her man.
It seems a new challenger wished to try their luck against a member of the Genius Society, and Madam Herta was eager to accept. For even whilst pregnant, she’d run circles around this interloper.
Such was the impressive genius of the peerless Madam Herta.