Your Time Is Gonna “Come”, chapter 2

<<~She packed my bags, last night- pre-flight. ~Zero hour… 9:00 am~ and I'm gonna be hiiiiiiiiigh~! As a kite by then… ~I miss the Earth so much, I miss my wife~ it's lonely out in space… on such a time~less flight…>>

You tend to avoid learning too much detail about celebrities, it never ends with a reinvigorated admiration for those leading a more prominent lifestyle than yours. They say never meet your heroes and all that, which is an idiom you can truly attest to through gaudy and almost traumatic personal experiences.

Damn who knew that… err… that guy, the white dude, with the hair, that dude in all the movies… who knew he was such a dick? There’re so many assholes in Hollywood, how can this be?

<<~And I think it's gonna be a long, long time, till touchdown brings me 'round again to find, I'm not the man they think I am at home~ oh, no, no, no~ I'm a rocket man~ rocket man~! Burning out his fuse up here alone~!>>

Still, not every famous star is a big meanie in disguise. You think Elton John is overall pretty alright, thereby enabling you to enjoy his songs guilt-free. Music in this era of human history just hits different from your generation of digitized beeps and boops, you can’t quite put your hands on why, not without a diploma in music theory or whatever useless arts degrees are peddled to the high school grads of this decade.

<<~Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids… in fact- it's cold as hell~ and there's no one there~ to~ raise them~ if you did… and all the science, I don't understand. ~it's just my job, five days a week. A rocket maaaaaan~! A rocket man~!>>

While your ears are soothingly pleased by the tones playing over the two loudspeakers in the viewing room, your eyes are mesmerizingly glued to the one-way glass panel leading into the next chamber over, where a stranded Kronii continues her ribaldly erotic dance against the bucking stiffness digging into her most sensitive flesh.

For the past three hours, you’ve been sitting here, watching her, watching Kronii pathetically squirm and writhe, watching her try fruitlessly to escape the bondage and torture. It’s all futile, of course. Like a lab rat pathfinding in a maze without an exit, there is no hope of relief, only intensified abuse.

Perhaps she has also arrived at that inevitable realization since she’s been gradually slowing down her wriggles for a while now. Despite her previous glamorous pedigree, she’s only a girl. Her stamina cannot be infinite, she has to be tired and drained of energy after prolonging her pointless scuffling.

<<~And I think it's gonna be a long- long time… and I think it's gonna be a long- long time… and I think it's gonna be a long- long time~…>> The recording of Elton John’s performance comes to a graceful end, the last song in your playlist concludes.

You don’t think it’s gonna be a long, long time before you reunite with Kronii in her cell of despair, possibly cripplingly eager to welcome your return. Between choosing an icy feelingless block of crafted contraption or her tormentor, you honestly can’t guess which one will be the short-hair girl’s preference. Luckily, her final opinion is worth less than the snuffle she’ll whine when voicing them.

You pull up your pants and buckle up your belt as the final steps of preparation before heading for the exit to the viewing room.

You won’t lie, you jerked off to the sight of Kronii’s exalted body reduced to a sloppy mess by your deed more times than anything else in this whole wide universe. Every peek you glean at her humiliated physique unbottles the insatiable fountain of lust you maintain within you, flooding your dick with more circulation of blood than your heart can pump in a lifetime. Had you not taken care of yourself at least once an hour, you would’ve kicked down the door and raped the living daylight out of Kronii within seconds.

However, masturbation, while slightly embarrassing, does subside your urges and cleanses your palate. It clears your head, refunding the dignity you insist on comprising your character of. You don’t want to come off too strongly like an uncivilized monkey. Kronii is a lady, after all.

Let’s go meet a queen~ Very exhilarating.

The automation slides open the door in your presence, but nothing else reacts to your anticipated arrival.

Already out of it…?

At the centre of the gloomy chamber, mindlessly riding a mechanical horse in motion is a delirious Kronii, a defeated Kronii. Her wonderless eyes are misty and aimless, nowhere to beam that once blistering glare. Her debilitated limbs swing to the whim of the wooden contraption’s pattern within the limitations of her iron chains. Like a puppet tied to its strings, Kronii is a victim to your every wicked impulse, just waiting to be violated.

Although strangely, actually coming here to fuck her in this braindead state doesn’t excite you as much as the mere thought of conquering her at her liveliest. If Kronii becomes a literal flesh doll deprived of her spicy jabs, you aren’t sure how avid you’ll be about the act. And just as this is her first time being your puppet, likewise it’s your first time being the puppeteer.

“Wake up, woman.” Along your call, you slap the short-haired brunette across the cheek lightly.

“…” Kronii doesn’t respond in words, she doesn’t even glance up at you.

“C’mon, you broken already? I only had you for a day!” It will be too boring if she’s done and finished before you can even take her out for supper.

Still, Kronii doesn’t offer a feisty rejoinder, she just simply sits there limply. Who knew meagre silence is enough to put you in this awkward position? Now the ball is in your court to react without coming off as desperate for a conversation.

Given all your options, you’re choosing to deactivate the device that’s been torturing her nonstop for the past three hours. You consider this a pinnacle example of your ever-so-compassionate soul. You just can’t bear the thought of lengthening her suffering on top of her triangular seat, which is bouncing her swollen and bruised pussy up and down with every jolt. Especially due to it not providing the same vivid reaction out of your prisoner as when she initially boarded the ride.

The wooden horse halts its bucking after one tap of your remote. Another tap settles Kronii down along a spot on the ridge soaked by the lubrication oozing out of her dripping hole. From front to back, the entire top of the contraption is drenched in her sticky pussy juice, a concrete testament to either the machine’s efficiency or Kronii’s own endurance.

Kronii’s body falls to her knees naturally as the wooden horse retracts into the floor and the tube pops out of her butt before disappearing into the ceiling. You’ll have to assume there’s an auto-cleaning feature for all of this dungeon’s tools underneath the floorboard and you refuse to imagine the opposite. She sits there for a while, the dried sweat gluing to her silky skin reflecting a melodramatic glint of the room’s dim light upon its surface. Unfortunately, no amount of reflection can hide away Kronii’s wretched state as both a Time Lord and a female.

“I’m waiting for a ‘thank you’.” You taunt the crumpling Kronii, a girl too feeble to bring her downcast gaze up to challenge your towering figure.

“…” She whispers something, too softly for your ears.

“What’s that? Too tired to speak up?” To accommodate for her weakness, you lower yourself closer to Kronii’s face, while remaining plainly vigilant to the farthest extent of her restricted reach.

“Meddler… meddler…” Kronii’s breath is frankly laboured, and her voice cracks.

“I have a name, but go ahead.”

“You are… an absolute… fucking cuck.”

Now those words, you aren’t expecting in the least.

What Kronii had uttered are indeed words, obviously. However, words alone can be powerful against those unprepared to receive them. In this very moment, her fallacious words hold a strange persuasion over you, one which you can barely fathom to rationalize. It almost throws you off your game, threatening to tip the balance of power in her favour despite your enormous advantage.

It's almost as if just by speaking, Kronii exudes her unbridled confidence and prowess as a person wholly above you in every aspect of permanence. Which you must adamantly reject. Via a mere utterance, she so casually dashes her previous image as a brainless woman with her tits swollen and her ass spanked red.

This bitch ain’t easy…

“…Interesting accusation you’re filing. What draws you to that conclusion?” Inwardly, you rush to collect your cool, convincing yourself to demonstrate exuberance instead of anxiety for the fact that there’s still some fight left in your captive.

“Meddler… you can hurt me, torture me, rape me… even break me eventually. But you’ll have never defeated me, not through your own power.” Kronii pauses to give her argument the time to sink in, and it hunkers down like an anchor on the seafloor. “Without the help from your friend in higher places, you’ll still be the same wretched maggot under my feet.”

This is when Kronii chooses to lift up her chins, dauntlessly challenging you to stare into her vehement orbs still blazing tirelessly with an indomitable flame, the very same fire that’s igniting the core of her person. There is overflowing poise in her stance despite the massive physical hurdle preventing her from actualizing her determination. This is a woman who has yet to admit defeat.

I see how it is… You were wrong to surmise that her will has already been shattered. In her three or more hours of agony, Kronii hadn’t been crying, she’s been brewing. Yet, no contempt for this arrogant woman manifests inside of you for her straightforward insult. Instead, it is respect and a sense of relief that smoothly washes over your psyche as you cast your sight into the window of her soul.

“Think on that, you shameless loser. Even ants can feast on the carcass of a lion, how does that make you special? You’re nothing, you’re less than nothing, just like how I’ll feel nothing when you whip out your pencil-thin dick. How lucky for you to have me at my weakest. You can do whatever, meddler, all except claiming this victory for yourself.”

What a compelling speech…

“Huh… now that you put it that way…” You won’t have to contemplate the retort emerging from your tongue. This isn’t the first time you’ve heard this argument. “What will the oh-so-great Kronii have me do?”

“So inept a rapist you are that you need me to teach you how to rape?” Sarcasm breeds sarcasm, that much isn’t surprising. “How stupid do you take me for, meddler? Do you think I’ll humiliate myself by asking you to release me? Is that what you’re expecting?”

“It’s not what you are expecting.” You say, and immediately you press the big red digital button on your tablet that frees her from her restraints.

Once the four sets of iron shackles clank loudly upon striking the cold floor, it signals Kronii’s turn to be taken off guard. She looks perplexedly into your mundane expression, unable to discern a motivation from your pair of ordinary eyes.

“You know how long I held onto the favour from the void? Want to hazard a guess?” Her uncertain countenance is a shorthand for ‘no’. “I sat on their offer for six months, debating against myself if I should take it.”

You lost count of how many solemn hours were lost in the same perpetual deliberation against your inner-self. Which way to go? What is the correct decision? What is held dearest to the depths of your heart in the end?

“Between dignity and degeneracy, you chose the latter. Imagine my shock, that a low-life scum like you would default to the villainy of the void. Disgusting… truly.” Kronii scornfully sneers at your implied decrepitude, her vicious mockery strikes at your core, yet not undeservedly so.

“Maybe so, but then I came to this revelation, you see…” Some might consider your excuse a sad pretense, a deflection, but all you really need is a justification for your self-consciousness to subside. “We’ve been doing our Looney Tunes bit for how long now? A year? Ten years? And every time you’d beat my ass and run off laughing, all because you have a fancy rotor over your head? Tell me, how have you earned your power, Kronii?”

“I…”

Perhaps she just didn’t hear you clearly, a louder voice may help. “Were you not born a TIME LORD!? Given this power for FREE!?”

Violence is the most basic of all forms of communication. Thus, ironic is it for Kronii to be intimidated by your inference of its appliance upon her, even if it’s to help her understand. The fretted girl scuttles away in half a dozen panicked steps at the sudden crash of your thundering shout and menacing stump, her fear proliferated by the realization that you’re reaching for something hidden from your pocket.

“Y-you sure have a-a capable vocal cord, meddler! But forget not your anger only reinforces my exact point! You may have the upper hand, but you’ve not earned it!”

“How is it any different from you!? Ouro Kronii of the Founder’s Council?! You were born into your power, your privileges! Without your blessing, you’re just another mortal! Just like all the rest of us!” It is your pocket watch embedded by Kronii’s power you’re holding in one hand, your portal gun in the other. “And now… you are just another mortal, no different from me.”

“I’ll always be superior to you, meddler! In every way!” So she believes. Will she be a zealot to a false faith? That’s for you to decide.

“But not superior enough to triumph for an eternity. You fancy yourself a ruler over time, then you should know from history that no king ever lives undying. For all the times you’ve bested me, it only took me a single victory to seize this.” It’s true, after all, the might of a Time Lord now rests on the tip of your fingers. As a bonus, her priceless trophy also serves to mend your raising temper. “What does that make you, the forever formidable Kronii? A loss isn’t a loss when you take it?”

Kronii would have never foreseen what is to come next, for you aren't even sure why you threw the device of limitless authority over a temporal concept into a portal leading to nowhere you shot into the wall. It’s gonna take you a long while before you can fish that clock back from a dimension of unknowable possibilities, that’s for sure.

“You-!”

Fuck it…! If we’re going down this route, gotta make sure it’s all fair.

You wouldn’t consider yourself an individual of immense vanity, although that doesn’t mean you’re the witless, prideless summer ant Kronii takes delight in stomping underfoot. She too must know that your ego can be a vulnerability ripe for exploitation if the right buttons are pushed, too bad she doesn’t know you well enough to forecast how such a strategy might backfire on her.

“In the end, it doesn’t matter what you say… or what power you had, what matters is where we are now. The two of us, right here. Just two people, two regular people. What do you think about that?”

“I think…” Kronii struggles to formulate her vexations into a venomous sentence for her tongue to spit out. Whatever she’ll say, you’ll bet it won’t be anything pleasant. “Your decision here is… unique.”

Or maybe this time, you’re the one incorrect.

“In the past, you could’ve killed me any time you wanted, but you didn’t. Whatever the reason, I’ll repay your mercy.” You strip off your jacket and empty your pockets on the drawer, nothing but your plainest self in shirt and pants. “I can’t explain it myself, but strangely, I do respect you, so I’ll give you a chance. No tricks, no boons. Just us two in the pit, like always.”

You never thought the day would come when you would find yourself extending a hand to a dazzled Kronii on the floor, offering her another go at ruining your entire life. This probably means her spiteful denunciation was more influential on you than you want to believe, you just can’t let her get away with hitting the nail on your head.

“You want us to fight?” Kronii prods uncertainty for a confirmation, rightfully so.

“It’s a fitting solution to our quarrel, the fairest resolution. Just a little bout of that good ol’ fisticuffs.”

“A-are you serious? I… I’m not going to fight you in a brawl, meddler! That’s ridiculous.” Kronii boldly declares as she frowns an annoyed scorn, rather ungratefully discarding your kind suggestion.

“Well, okay. I can go straight back to torturing you, it’s no skin off my back, really.”

“No! I won’t fight you because… because I can’t fight, damn it!” The downcast Kronii slaps your hand away, but you can feel the frustration in her attitude was directly solely at herself. “Besides, you’re a man! I’m not so stupid to misjudge your size!”

“Are you calling me fat?” That’s just plain rude.

“Jeez! Quit being so dense. There’s no way I can beat you in a fistfight, we both know this.” You definitely aren’t privy to this information, where had all of Kronii’s usual extravagance gone in the face of a genuine challenge? “If you seek to humiliate me physically, you’ve already done plenty.”

“Huh… I didn’t think you’d be this adverse to a fight. I thought you were good with your swords, at least.”

“W-well, you are wrong.” That’s gotta be embarrassing, she twirled those clock blades around her wrists all the time when she taunted you relentlessly in the past.

“Okay, you’re just gonna give up, then?” That’s just anticlimactic.

Kronii avoids your inquisitive gaze only for a short second, then she raises her chin to confront you. “Do you swear you are earnest about your proposition for a fair competition?”

“Of course. Calling me a cuck is a low-blow, but I won’t deny I didn’t defeat you fairly. I’m no believer in medieval chivalry, but I am not a man without honour.”

“You promise to let me go if I win?”

“I’ll throw you out on a street with clothes on your back and nothing else.” You propose a sensible resolution that Kronii seems to expect. No way in hell is she getting her timepiece ornament back, best you can do is a catch and release.

“And if you win?”

“Is there even anything you can give me at this point?” Your redundant question results in inevitable silence from the Time Lord. “Then I’ll think of something later. Your body is forfeit, but there can always be something more.”

With the prospects properly stated and acknowledged, Kronii dons a contemplative expression as she sits cross-legged on the floor, still impressively displaying her bountiful body for you to see. You remind yourself of what you could be losing should she emerge the victor once more in your skirmish, but what you stand to lose from retracting your proposal is ten times worse than missing out on a hot piece of ass.

Finally, Kronii is done deliberating, and she’s ready to reveal her final decision. “You’re a predictable one, meddler… a man too prideful to disregard indignation. But I suppose you’re above the rotten scoundrel I pegged you for, even if it’s only a minuscule-”

“Keeping talking shit is a great way to convince me that giving you another chance is a good idea.” Kronii has to be born a conceited wretch, it’s the only explanation.

“I told you I won’t fight you, meddler. But I will have sex with you.”

What the- what…?

“…Say again?”

“Melee combat is no fair contest, but intercourse… as much as I hate to admit it, is the only physical competition we might be squarely matched in.” Kronii’s demeanour wavers between a cringing discomfiture and a relinquished acceptance.

Like a game of hot potato, this concept that is two persons’ combined serving of astonishment just keeps getting passed back and forth. “So… you want to have a sex battle?”

“In a word, yes.”

“Well, okay, I’m down.” Easiest hookup of your life?

Honestly, what can you say in a situation like this? You guess it does make sense, if Kronii is as untrained in martial arts as an overweight Californian, then she stands absolutely no chance in a round of CQC. Of course, it’s not like you’re your generation’s Bruce Lee or Chuck Norris, but you’re at least comfortable enough about clenching a fist and taking a swing.

“Let’s put down some ground rules. I can expect not to be violently abused for the duration of our affair, is that right?”

“As long as you don’t bite my dick halfway through” Kronii refuses to reply with anything more than a sneer. “Sounds good, let’s do th-”

Evidently, Kronii is beyond enthusiastic about the upcoming coitus than you could’ve ever anticipated. Perhaps it is the consensual entanglement of the flesh that really lights her fire. “-Wo-woah! Easy, easy!”

The brunette suddenly became another person altogether, shooting up to her feet and assertively grabbing you by the folded collar of your shirt in her restless bid to wrestle control away from your footing. You, unsuspecting of such audacious behaviour, don’t find the bearing to stop Kronii from steering you as she walks you backwards to the destination in her mind.

“Hoo-! Okay- okay?” Something smacks into the back of your knees, it’s the bed frame that Kronii is pushing you onto.

With a fluffy pomf, Kronii cushions her landing on your chest as you sink into the bed’s mattress which is too soft for your liking. Splitting her legs to either side of your ankles, the dark-haired seductress gradually shuffles her plump thighs up against your body until she’s seated directly over your crotch.

Damn…! This is an unexpected development.

Kronii gently runs her slender fingers over your pecs, it isn’t too muscular, but you’ve done your reps for sure. In any case, her hands continue their course, sneaking into your pocket where your mobile tablet is, the device used for controlling many of the contraptions in this room.

“Hey now-”

“Shhh- relax, boy~ I’m just making sure nothing gets broken.” Playfully, she pickpockets your touchscreen from the refuge of your pants. Her delicate digits linger many seconds longer than necessary within your pocket as a tingle is almost felt running up your shaft, but not quite so directly, she hasn’t quite touched you there yet.

Kronii is about to toss the tablet to the side, but then she pauses. “Can you- err… put on a playlist?”

You stare at her and take back the tablet. “…Music?”

“Please, set the mood.”

You consciously suspect an ulterior motive, but you relent nonetheless. It’s rare for Kronii to behave this politely, and you surely don’t hate it. Best not to tell her I just play from my list of ‘liked songs’.

First banger up, what can it be?

<<~ Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time~ and turning all against the one- is an art that's hard to teach ~! Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting herd~ and as you step back into line, a mob jumps to their feet~!>> Honestly, you won’t mind making Kronii ‘dance, fucker, dance’ for you, especially by a stripper pole wearing garments two sizes too small.

Despite your silent appraisal of her figure, Kronii isn’t sharing the same degree of appraisal for the opener. “Hmmm… no. Skip”

“Really? This is a certified Platinum by The Offsprings!”

“Mhmm… not really feeling it though.”

“Fine.” What’s next to come on shuffle?

<<~Cut my life into pieces! This is my last resort! Suffocation… no breathing! Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm- bleeding~!>>

A blood-pumping classic is what comes next, yet Kronii still frowns dissatisfied. “Ugh, skip. I’m looking for something… slower.”

At this point, you aren’t even sure why you’re complying when you should be six inches inside her, at least. “You trying to stall this or something?”

“N-no! J-just, c’mon! Next song.” For a brief second, you thought a reddened blush surfaced on Kronii’s cheeks, only a second though.

Finally, the last musical piece starts off with a slow intro. Paced guitar and bass strings play a melody you are fondly familiar with. The stellar tune fills the air with an ambient sense of melancholy, or perhaps spirituality. You put away your tablet, confident you won’t be needing it to pick a track anymore.

“This… is acceptable.” Correctly, Led Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven is what floats Kronii’s boat also.

<< There's a laaa~dy who's sure… all that glitters is gold. ~And she's buying~ a stairway… to Heaven~>>

In sync with the rhythm of the song, Kronii mimics the elegance of a snow-white swan spreading its wings as she stretches her lean arms behind her head, following through the motion to arc back her chest. Her provocative yoga pose only serves to put her already pronounced breasts on a grander pedestal. The two perfectly bouncy mountains of desirable softness flutter alongside the flow of her body when she brings herself forward and downward, tenderly laying her naked flesh on top of yours and pressing her sultry bosom directly over your bare chest.

When did she take my shirt off…?

Kronii slowly lowers herself until her mouth is merely a hair's breadth away from your cheek, and she breathes a sensual gust through your ear before whispering in the sweetest voice ever articulated, enough to drive any man insane. “…I’m going to wring your dick, drain your balls, sap your sack… until there’s nothing left for you to shoot. And then… I’m going to just walk out the door, leaving you an empty husk of a man.”

Jesus… this woman is perfect… The most sinister thought shoots across your mind in this very split-second as Kronii unabashedly demonstrates her exuberant sexuality in a sly grin; that it won’t be that bad to lose here.

You try to summon the strength to retaliate against her advances, but as if enthralled by the unbreakable stare of a Gorgon, you realize too late that all of your willpower has been zapped away by this bewitching siren in human shape.

<<~Ooooooouh, oooooouh~ and she's buying… a stairway to Heaven~>>

“I will show you… a stairway to Heaven~ meddleeeer~” Kronii repeats what the lyrics hum.

Kronii lifts her legs slightly, creating just enough space between your bodies for her hand to slip in the gap. What she’s aiming for is painfully obvious, not unlike how your member is also painfully stiffened, very obviously too. “Oh my… someone is indeed eager~”

A thin layer of denim becomes the sturdiest material in the world when it is the only thing separating your dick from receiving an otherworldly massage, which is a factor Kronii intends to fix, possibly, to your dismay, and elation, all at once.

Stay with it now, me…

To be clear, it isn’t a dominant partner that you have issues with, it’s this partner of yours in particular. Pretending to be a dominatrix when a couple of hours earlier she was cumming so hard you were worried the pleasure might’ve fried her brain and reduced her to a paraplegic.

When Kronii goes unceremoniously to unveil your little rocket, it has evolved from a Trident II to a Saturn V. In other words, from a small rocket to a much, much bigger rocket, and ready to take off. You don’t think you’ve been this excited by the company of a female since forever ago, definitely not after Kronii interrupted your time-hopping journey. Although, looking back at that distant memory, her obstruction can be completely forgiven for the unbelievable service she’s providing you right now.

Glancing through the valley of her dangling titties, both you and Kronii see your lower buddy bustling at full mast. Even though you have jerked off earlier, the pure sexual energy emanating from Kronii’s body of carnality and the notion of her everything being within your arms’ grasp is threatening to erupt your cannon at the drop of a hat.

“Hmm… an impressive… cock~” Kronii mumbles her comment leisurely, the deliberate slur of her syllables matches nicely to the alluring grin plastered all over her countenance.

Living in the moment, you can tell from the boastful smirk of a confident Kronii that she believes she’s the one in charge of this aggressively lustful coquetry. There’s no doubt she has convinced herself that the figurative pants in this relationship are a nice fit around that fat ass of hers. For as long as the tip of your dick remains dry, you feel inclined to let her continue her delusional fantasy.

I can’t believe a pussy this wet is making me work for the W. It is a fair battle, after all. Your victory isn’t guaranteed.

“Heh… am I in a hurry, I wonder?” Kronii deviously shifts her posture, properly straddling you as she teases your erect member with the promise of impending pleasure.

Her mischievous arrogance can be sampled in abundance from every corner of her simper as she perpetuates the margin of space between your penis and the very moist lips of her glistening pussy. She’s friskily rubbing her damp sex back and forth on the prong of your pole, forcing you to stew impatiently, antsy for the immerse relief prohibited by the Time Lord.

“Yes, you are.”

Too bad for Kronii, it’s not like you are gonna wait to be given permission to fuck her. Honestly, you can’t figure out for the life of you where she finds the galls to act so haughtily and self-righteous despite being a slab of meat attached to a cunt flooding harder than the Niagara Falls during a rainstorm.

Besides, physical prowess plays a major role in copulation just as it does in melee, and you’ll prove that to this physically inept Time Lord.

“-Kuh!? OUUUUHH-GHH~!”

It has never been easier to align yourself with your darker inclinations. You dig your fingers into her curvy legs and push them all the way down, skipping every step of foreplay written in the Kama Sutra to slam her fleshy hole straight onto your inpatient plonker in a single thwack.

Kronii might be strong on the offense, but she’s packing literally no defensive measure whatsoever. This doesn’t come as a shock to you at all, this isn’t the first time she has exposed herself as a pure glass cannon.

Ohhh… uoohhhhh! Albeit, you are not so far off the same page. Never before have you tasted a slice of heaven directly on the tip of your dick, yet here you are. It’s like you’ve never had sex before in your life.

Mating with Kronii is undeniably an altogether unimaginable experience, unimaginable even for you, the current participant of it. You thought you knew what to expect as reported by your fingers sent on their scouting venture into her canal earlier, but the nerve ends under your palm are absolutely worthless compared to the sensitivity under your turtleneck. The immaculate sensation of concentrated bliss that is Kronii’s sloppy folds devouring the length of your entire girth, tightly squeezing you in her silt from every angle as her spasming reaction adds another throbbing variation to your already overstimulated penis. All of these factors come together to help you surpass the limitation of a mortal as you somehow manage to restrain yourself from blowing a swimming pool worth of your sticky-icky into her the second your brimful cock knocks on the door to her womb.

In simpler words, you have never ever put as much effort as you’re currently into not ejaculating, not sure if that’s something to be proud of or not.

“-NNNNhmmm~! MMMMHMMMM…!” Overwhelming the tinnitus ringing in your ears as your soul evaporates, you don’t miss the constrained moans of the red-faced Kronii impaling herself on your erection.

It’s relieving, so to speak, to notice you aren’t the only one struggling against your overwhelming urges. Kronii sucks in her lips like a Dyson vacuum set to boost mode, ushering every ounce of her strength to hold her screams at bay. She’s squinting her eyelids shut so strenuously, the pressure alone can probably generate enough heat to boil her tears.

All of this, all of her effort, just so she wouldn’t be known as the girl who cums from just taking it in. The same goes for you too, so you wouldn’t be the man who opens fire prematurely.

And surprisingly, through her familiar and intensely erotic grimace, Kronii’s self-control perseveres. She doesn’t hit her climax, not yet. Although after enduring the surge of an impending orgasm, she collapses onto your chest once more, this time not of her intent.

“Ahhhh… haaaaah… meddler… meddler…” The intimacy of a Kronii unconsciously resting her voluptuous body upon yours and huffing deep breaths to rally her spent energy for another attempt at prevailing over your notable constitution of the flesh is a strangely naughty concept.

You did this to her. Your dick entering her pushed her to the verge of squirting immediately. Maybe it’s something to be proud of, you think the inconceivable. Maybe this is the way things are meant to be.

Fuuuuuck…! I gotta- gotta hold on now. Don’t lose it yet, little me…! Like Kronii, you yourself required this momentary break to regain the composure of a man in charge. Otherwise, your defeat in this battle of coition will be certain.

This has to be the ineradicable proof that your bodies are the most compatible in the world. You seriously doubt there will ever be another woman as perfect for you as Kronii, who can drive you straight to the edge of the cliff in a single squeeze. Holding this short-haired brunette who is still breathlessly sprawling over you as her every wheeze sends tingles down your spine in an altogether alien experience.

<<If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now~ it's just a spring clean for the May~ queen… yes- there are two paths you can go by, but-in-the-long-run~ there's still time to change the road~ you're on~>> Stairway to Heaven is getting to the part where the music picks up now. There’s probably a proper term for it, it just won’t come to you for the time being.

In fact, nothing other than Kronii and her lascivious body can occupy your mind.

“M-meddler… you… you brute! T-that wasn’t right! I-I’m supposed to be… the one on top…!” Kronii blushes an adorable crimson as she pushes off your chest to prop herself up, returning to the definitive cowgirl position she prefers.

“No… you are not.” Denying Kronii’s misapprehension comes more naturally to you than rubbing dust out of an itchy eye. You can’t quite figure out why that is, but you can feel it in your bones, that she is not meant to be someone in charge.

She looks at you, staring bewitchingly into your eyes, and you bravely return her gesture, only blinking when absolutely necessary. Incomprehensible emotions spiking and running wild at this discrete intersection of souls. There is an understanding in her bright orbs, a feeling transcending all mediums to reach you in your depths.

Without speaking, Kronii is saying something, something you can almost decipher. What is she telling me…? You think you might know her, but you aren’t sure how to make coherent that sentimentality bottled-up at the very core of your own heart.

“Meddler… I’m going to move now. Is-is that okay?” She asks for your permission, as she is meant to since the very beginning.

“My name… my name is Anon.” For the sincerity she is offering you, she deserves something of yours too.

“Anon… can I start moving now?” Your name gently leaps off her tender tongue to flow into your thoughts, the tone in her earnest entreaty is so calming and delicate.

Somehow, an unprecedented vision of Kronii seen through your mind’s eye becomes reality in this plane of existence, where she is in her proper place. She has never been more in accordance with who she is designed to be, someone who listens and obeys.

“…Yeah.” Therefore, you give her permission to act, and only with it does she move.

Instantly, the immeasurable pleasure in your groin resumes, enticing a gasping reaction from you. Kronii exercises the muscles in her thighs, lifting her plump butt off your crotch and lowering it back down again in repeated motion. Every cycle of her rhythmic squat is a rush of ecstasy assaulting your senses you can never forget. However, that doesn’t mean you’re solely on the receiving end of her vivacity, you thrust up your pelvis in sync to her beat, every time matching the tempo of Kronii’s plunge for maximum penetration.

“Uuuughhhh~! Oooooohhhh! Anoooon~!”

“Kronii…!”

Like an icebreaker venturing into the unknown, your shaft is the tip of the spear piercing through the unthinkable tightness of her eager pussy, paving a path through the constricting flesh of her drenched vaginal walls to ram on the mouth of her uterus, for blasting the payload your instinct desperately wants to deliver. And that’s only on your way in. Upon every exit, Kronii’s messy cunt tries its utmost to suck you back in as the elastic membrane of her muff brushes over your sensitive head with the most sensual tickle.

As taxing seconds prolong into unbearable minutes of hedonistic fornication, the mounting pressure to release your cargo only continues to build. The viscid slaps of flesh smacking against flesh echo unstintingly, representing the sheer passion that is injected into the continuous collision between Kronii’s divine buttstocks and your durable hip.

“Fuck… fuuuuck~! Haaaaaah~ ahhhhh…! Anon! Anon!” Kronii cries out your name, almost like a lover. “Yes…! Yes! That’s it, that’s it! More, give me more! Anon!”

You don’t reply, you can’t afford to. The nanosecond you let yourself be distracted from the repression of your urges is the second you blow your load. You just know it. This also spares you from considering the implication of her affectionate attitude, that’s for your future self to figure out.

The guitar solo in Stairway to Heaven… by Jimmy Page. Length… just under a minute… it’s almost over. Then comes the climax. The background song is an appreciated respite from the constant and unending titillation around your nether region, anything that isn’t Kronii’s lewdness is appreciated, really.

<<~And as we wind on down the road…! Our shadows taller than our soul~!>>

Energized by the heightened beat, you increase the pace of your upward thrusts to match the tempo of Led Zeppelin’s all-time classic. Despite your labour, you find a fleeting second for a glimpse at your opponent’s condition. To your delight, Kronii is harbouring a surprised yelp from escaping her saturated lips as she suppresses her features from contorting into a goofy demonstration of her elation.

<<There walks a lady we all know…! Who shines white light and wants to show~!>>

“Uooohhhh…! A-Anon-! Anon! I’m com-! I’m cumming…! Cumming!’”

You try to ignore the all-encompassing burst of euphoria gushing through your nerves every time your dick smashes against Kronii’s cervix, going all the way inside her pussy as far and hard as humanly possible. It won’t be long before her convulsing vagina squeezes too tightly and sends both of you over the edge. It’s bound to happen at the rate she’s riding you. Up and down, up and down, like it’s the final rodeo of a lifetime.

Kronii is truly a special woman. Her unrestrained hunger for sex, her unbridled lust, the most erotic dance you have ever witnessed. All of it packaged by her unconscious willingness to capitulate to a grander will, hopefully, that of yours.

<<How everything still turns to gold~! And if you listen very hard…!>>

Now! Now! Now! Now! Now! Fucking do it!

You have completely forgotten about the competition around this time, only the fervent gratification of Kronii’s carnal shape remains at the forefront of your focus. You unconsciously allow the awakening of something within you that refuses to go quietly into the night, a primal instinct to topple her, to seize her, to rule her. And you will topple her, literally.

“Kronii…! Goddamn it, KRONIIIIII!” It’s all too much, this woman is simply too erotic for your sanity.

Your pair of hands which have been relaxingly holding her waist abruptly slide up her sweaty body, firmly clasping Kronii by her weighty knockers as you muster the endogenous strength to boost yourself upright off the bed. You indulge in your most basic desires, suddenly squishing her boobs for everything they’ve got as you bury your face into the bosom of a Goddess craving your very essence. Kronii releases a shrilling scream from the unexpected sensory overload, but you don’t let her startlement stop you. You slip down a mouthful of nipple and areola, carelessly biting on the bud of her peaks while shifting your two mingled bodies’ centre of balance farther back, reserving your positions and pushing Kronii down instead.

“AAAHHHH~! W-wait! I’m fall- falling-! KIIIIII!” Kronii tries to shout a warning in-between her ecstatic lecherous shrieks, but they fail to protrude your empty mind.

It turns out you vastly misjudged the amount of bed that should be under Kronii and is about to throw her right onto the floor. This hindrance doesn’t halt your motivation, though. You easily compensate by supporting the weight of her body in your maneuver as you grab her limbs to maintain a stable descent, also keeping her balanced through the nipples gnawed in your teeth.

“Uuugh! Anon- you-! GWAH~!”

Kronii gauchely falls off the bed with your hands as her guidance, your arms holding her steady for a safe landing. This adventurous endeavour puts her shoulders on the floor and her back inverted against the bedstead, her legs dangling freely over her chest. You don’t hesitate even slightly to advance on her vulnerable posture, you split over the ass she’s sticking up as you plant one foot on the floor while the other stays kneeled on the bed to gain an impeccable position for plowing her shameful figure constrained in the aptly named ‘plow pose’.

This must be the smoothest transition from a cowgirl to a piledriver you’ve ever accomplished, and just the right partner for it too.

<<~The tune will come to you at last… when all are one- and one is all~!>>

“Fuck-! FUCK! Stop- no! No, don’t- stop! Don’t STOP! Anon, finish me~! Cum inside~! INSIDE!” Kronii doesn’t even care about her humiliating posture, and how can you refuse your whore the fulfillment she deserves if she begs this desperately? “I’M CUMMING~! CUMMING!”

<<To be a rock and not to rolllllllllllllll…~!>>

The grand finale of your libidinous marathon is achieved as you pound her marvellous ass with every fibre of your being, boring your cock as deep into her ravenous pussy as humanly possible, bulging up her stomach a fair margin through sheer force of might. Finally, you reach the paramount climax you’ve been striving towards since the beginning, blasting your semen into her like a loaded machine gun with its trigger held down for full auto. Kronii gladly opens up her cervix to accept the new pure white paint job pouring into her untouched baby room, her flooded pussy not forgetting to strangle your penis for every drop of sperm it can cram out to feed its insatiable thirst.

The unremitting ejaculation is strenuous enough to almost drive you to faint, but you persevere. If just to observe the eye-rolling delight that is plainly articulated by Kronii’s expression of a mind-melting orgasm as she again pees herself like an untrained dog, splashing piss all over her ruined face and into her yawning mouth, herself too wasted to do anything about this disgraceful embarrassment.

“Haaaaaah… phew…” Finally, your dick is spent and your balls are drained, you can breathe a sigh of relief.

You gradually pull your penis out of her used and abused cunt, excessive seed flowing out naturally as her pussy shudders to the intoxicating pleasure of being cummed inside. Kronii is completely senseless at this point, with not a single thought left to formulate into words.

<<~And she's… buying…~ a stairway… …to heaven…~>>

You also get to catch the end of the song, comprehensively too, what a treat.

You glance down at your handiwork, unambiguously proud of yourself for your victory. Kronii is still letting her ass hang in the air, assuming the front bent supported by her back on the bed frame. This is a surprisingly secure stance she’s holding, granting you a front-row seat to watch your jizz drip out of her slit like a calming water fountain.

Curiously, just sitting here, lingering in your post-nut clarity. Staring at Kronii’s soiled pussy and her puckered asshole, taking in the image of your woman as who she is meant to be, nothing else comes close to intruding upon your reflection of your ego.

In this close battle of endurance and courage, you believe it’s safe to claim yourself as the indisputable winner out of the two of you. You have bested Kronii in the art of fornication and it has consumed your vigour, yet you almost feel ready to go for round two.

But surely, you won’t be able to find the energy for that, right?

<<~WHEN THE WINGED HUSSARS ARRIVED~!>>

Immediately, you feel refreshed, recharged, and ready to dive into that ass for another ride.

In most of the bands you favour, you enjoy the tune of their music, the tempo of their melody, the rhyme of their lyrics. There might be some deeper meaning in the tracks that connect to you, but those are rare occasions. However, to you, Sabaton is that rare occasion in the form of a metal band. Their tunes might not be the best nor their lines the most creative, but every one of their songs represents something greater than just a melody. Maybe it’s a massive cliche and a half coming out of you, a time-traveller with an appreciation for history, but you can’t deny that knowing the story behind every song is a battle based on reality just hits different.

Besides, what is today’s event if not a battle between two opposing factions?

You summon your thoughts to the present and return your gaze back to the drooling mess of a woman shamelessly showcasing her everything to you, a cunt drowning in semen and a delicious asshole yet to be defiled. Kronii is only semiconscious, a vague glint in her dopey eyes tells you exactly what you need to know on her consent to the perpetuation of tonight’s exercise. She is in no condition to say ‘no’.

You adjust your stride over the buxom woman’s rear for better leverage later on when you perform the jackhammer on her ass, stepping your one foot awfully close to her soured face reeking of piss. Her untouched anus pulsates even so slightly as you spread her spongy cheeks apart, opening and closing in conformity to her breathing. The notion of plunging into her unsuspecting asshole revitalizes your penis, strengthening your little feller to revert it to its rock-hard status.

Thank you, past me. Good idea cleaning out her insides.

You skip the foreplay, skip the communication, ignore her readiness, all that hassle you can’t be bothered to consider. Also, this slut’s butt is already well dampened by the spillover spunk oozing out of her fanny.

“-Mhmm… what are you-?” Kronii wakes up just in time to feel her ass getting ripped apart.

“ARGGGGA! Let’s fucking GOOOO!” You psych yourself up to deliver a second serving of high-impact sexual violence.

“KIIIIII-!” predictably, Kronii isn’t ready and abruptly yelps.

Without care for Kronii’s enjoyment, you ram your entire length into her tantalizing asshole in one swift motion. Penetrating her rectum until her anal verge hits the very back of your balls. You almost refuse to believe it, but this woman’s anus is even tighter than her pussy, the sensation of invading her colon is completely alien to that of her folds. Albeit, it isn’t to say her anus is any less welcoming to your member. In fact, the tenderness and delicacy of her booty hole hint at an unspoken adeptness of rectal experience.

“Oww! OW! Wrong hole, idiot! That’s my butt, my butt!” Less in pain than you assumed, Kronii protests the surprise butt-sex.

Strange of her to believe there is a mistake when your goal is to bury your dick up to the groin in Kronii’s ass. “…Right hole?”

“UGH! Anon, you fucker! If you’re going for round two, at least warn me first! I just came, for crying out loud!”

“Do cry out loud, I’d like that.”

“You bloody bastard, you! Kicking me while I’m down, won’t you! How do you even have the energy left to go again so soon?”

“…Built different.” She probably won’t accept that. Kronii does give off that third-wave feminist vibe, even after a rough session of hardcore fucking.

“Just don’t-! ~Ohhhhh…!” Kronii lets slip a suggestive whimper halfway through her grievance, your twitching dick still lodged deep in her asshole is most likely the culprit. “J-just don’t move, okay? Let- let me get a bit of rest in- ohhh- fuuuuck~!”

“You say that, yet your asshole is so tight around my dick like it’s trying to choke my guy out. What’s up with that?” Seriously, Kronii is particularly gluing her sphincter around your shaft, not permitting the slightest movement in either direction.

Shit man… this bitch’s got grip.

“S-shut up! Shut up! It’s because I don’t want you to move!” Despite the compromising position and the unbearable embarrassment of being manhandled with her face drenched in piss and her ass wide open, you can swear Kronii flusters a loftier red than the fiery crimson already tainting her cheeks.

“You play with your ass, don’t you?” You confidently assert.

“Y-you! N-no, no I don’t! I don’t! I really don’t- you got that!?”

“Woah, convincing.” She might as well show you her collection of buttplugs at this rate. “But you should really let my dick go, I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Yeah, right! I’m not letting you move as you please!”

“But I will move…”

“Just try and get yourself free then! You won’t-”

“-I will.”

Having said your rebuttal, you yank your stiffened penis out of her enchanting asshole like a veteran gardener pulling the cord on a decade-old rusty lawnmower, knowing he’ll have to tug the rope as hard as possible to get that crankshaft spinning.

“GAAH-! UOOHHHH!” Kronii releases a gut-wrenching moan as if a heavyweight UFC champion just decked her in the stomach, which might not be too far off what’s occurring in reality, to her guts, anyway.

You perceive firsthand the wonderful suction of her anus working to their absolute limits as her rectal wall sticks itself around your member and refuses to let go, not helped by Kronii’s visceral reaction to clamp down on the trespasser in her butthole. However, you are nothing if not determined to breach this woman anally, and that requires you to retract your cock back no matter the difficulty.

Unfortunately for Kronii’s poor keister, her remarkable sphincter muscle isn’t tantamount to the strength of your entire body. Instead, her exertion might end up really bad for her if she doesn’t relent, since you’re riding high on the titillation of a man’s primal lust overruling all rationality. At this moment, you don’t concern yourself with her wellbeing, not in the slightest. You’re gonna pull out and pull out hard, consequence be damned.

And so you do, on your way out you take along with you a hefty portion of her rectum.

“GYYA-uooh-! UUUOOOOOOH!” Just when you think Kronii can’t behave anymore bestially, she unleashes a groan so deep and harrowing it eclipses all her previous howls. She seems to have no problem reducing herself to an animal, not that you’re in any place to judge.

Like a fat finger finally pulled free from a glass bottle, your overworked penis and her ruptured anus emit a wet pop in unison as you jerk your downstairs pal from the blissful confines of her inside.

There’s no doubt in your mind that you have indeed just utterly prolapsed Kronii’s asshole in one fell swoop. The interior walls that stuck too soundly to your retreating schlong have been turned inside-out, deforming into a crimson rose-shaped chunk of flesh painfully hanging out of her inverted anus, redder than a ripe tomato at the season of harvest.

“Oh- jeez… I told you.”

What’s even worse than totally ruining Kronii’s anus, is that as you stare intensely at the rosebud erupting out of her rear, consumed by a myriad of emotions for having done this unspeakable deed to her, it somehow drives your arousal beyond its breaking point.

“Uuuuhhh…! Anoooooon…!” Kronii weakly soughs as her dumbfounded gaze struggles to lock onto anything, pain and pleasure have probably been blended into a cocktail of sensations so jumbled she won’t be able to tell the difference anymore.

To remedy your error, the best method is obviously to simply push back what has been pulled out.

Having wiped out every ounce of reluctance from your judgement, you aim your erect cock at the centre of her gaping prolapse and shove it back in. You aren’t certain on the anatomy of your solution, but from the outside, everything does appear to have been returned to normal, if normality is Kronii on the verge of collapse with your dick in her ass.

“Oooooooh…” Kronii’s exhausted grunts become a constant as her mind evaporates into a mush of ecstasy and agony, going into a trance from the destruction of her colon.

That doesn’t mean a thing to you though, you have just regained your confidence that pounding away at her wrecked anus is a doable strategy if your goal is to reach a second orgasm.

“I’m going to start moving, okay?” All you receive from the dazed Kronii is a muffled grizzle, sounding almost like she has resigned herself to be your plaything.

Hey, it’s not a ‘no’. You think you’re honestly getting a hang on this being a rapist thing.

You disassociate the tedium of performing repeated vertical piston motions from the sensuous pleasure you feel, this way, you can absolutely indulge in Kronii’s ass while pretending you’re benching weights or doing squats. Speaking of, what unbelievable pleasure it is. Like sticking your dick into the world’s most sophisticated kaleidoscope, you don’t think this amount of carnal relish can be shared through mere descriptions alone.

Although, it should be a pleasure you share with your partner, even if her delight doesn’t rank high on your list of concerns. Perhaps that’s what’s missing from the full picture, to be fulfilled both physically and spiritually. You can’t reckon why Kronii is so adamant about putting on a façade of dignity when she has so plainly announced her nature as a cum-dumpster.

“Hooh…! Your asshole is amazing, Kronii! You truly are the best woman I’ve ever had! Hope I’m not too shabby myself! You feel it down there?”

“Uuuuugh… of-of course not, you fuckwit!”

“Not sure who you’re fooling, looking like that.” If Kronii wants you to take her claim as a matter of fact, maybe she should stop her dripping pussy from leaking juice onto her face while showing an exemplary demonstration of the phrase ‘fucked silly’.

“S-shut-up! Shut up! OUUH~!” It won’t be getting any easier if she can’t end a sentence without moaning.

“Why do you even try, at this point? We’re clearly compatible, let’s just enjoy ourselves.” You are genuinely curious as to why Kronii must resist until the end while continuing hamming away, what’s there to gain by pretending your immaculate penetration of her anus isn’t rocking her entire world?

Why can’t she just accept this is who she is within?

“MHMM-! I-I won’t lose to the likes of you, Anon!” If your victory still hasn’t been cemented by now, nothing short of literal heroin can send her to nirvana.

“I just flipped out your asshole, woman! There isn’t much competition left!” You’ll do it again too, if you must.

“You imbecile! How’s that proof of anything!? The sc-score… right now, is one to one, fool! We b-both com- camed… earlier! So it’s even! A-as long as we cum t-together…! It doesn’t count!”

Pure absurdity exits the slut’s lips. “Wha-? You literally peed on your own face like a dog!”

“C-cut the crap! You’re no- UGGGH~! No better, you beast! I won’t lose to the likes of you, Anon! I’m meant to be above you, you worm! I am your superior!”

“Rather delusional, don’t you think?” If that is indeed the conviction at her core, then she’s in serious need of an inquisition.

“SHUT UP! Just keep fucking like the animal you are, and don’t TALK!” Kronii squeezes out a red-faced demand in-between her waves of seizure-like gasps, her swollen tits and asscheeks flail to the rhythm of your thumping as she lay there taking in all of your weight and strength aimed at her asshole.

Well, now I don’t wanna do it. She dares ask you for anything without tagging on a ‘please’ at the end? You’re gonna make her spit out the truth.

Not yet though, you have to gradually build up to the opportunity of delivering the ultimate humiliation that shall destroy her disguise. For now, you’ll continue the vigorous jackhammering upon Kronii’s behind until she reaches the peak of her bodily limit. Every wet slap of flesh creeps the perpetually moaning Time Lord closer to the rapture of ecstasy. Her blank gaze and loose tongue keep an accurate track of the amount of lucidity remaining in her thoughts.

Minute by minute fly by in the blink of an eye, before you know it, you’ve been going at the maximum on Kronii’s asshole for the entire duration of Sabaton’s ‘Winged Hussars’. As the last note fizzles out, it coincidentally marks the beginning of the end.

“Mhmm~! I’m… close, close…!” For a woman so dedicated to outmatching you, she sure doesn’t mind revealing her own HP left. “Ohhhhhh~!”

Here is your impeccable opening for a finisher that will decisively settle the score for real. Both of you haven’t been closer to the second climax.

Immediately, you slow your enthusiastic thrusting to a deliberate crawl, toting your dick out of Kronii’s wrinkled anus at a stride to make a turtle inpatient.

“Hmph-!? W-what? W-why did you stop? Don’t stop- don’t stop!” Subtly, Kronii’s expression shifts under her skin, melting her previous frustration at your ferocity to another favour of frustration entirely.

However, only once you’ve cut your output down to five percent of your full power do you realize your tactic might end up backfiring spectacularly. With your little feller still at full-mast but without the momentum to set sail, it’s trapped within the clutches of Kronii’s oppressive asshole, being squeezed from all angles for everything it’s got. Whether unconsciously or not, this scandalous woman’s anus so naturally tries to milk your dick the moment it gains a solid hold, almost like she didn’t just have her hole prolapsed and ruined.

This asshole is beyond world-class, man…! How she’s doing this with her rear, you’ll never know, but you certainly are glad she can do this.

“I- hmm… wanna hear what song is next.” The intro to the next piece is starting, you really want to guess the song before it reaches the lyrics, which will hopefully lessen the pressure you feel downstairs.

“Who cares what song is next!? J-just keep going! I-I was so close, damn it! And I know you are too!” Kronii bites vivaciously at her lips, hot and bothered now that she is deprived of your reciprocation to her mounting orgasm.

“And now you want me to keep going? I thought it wasn’t good for you!”

“It’s not! But that doesn’t mean I don’t want it!”

Well, if there’s something she wants, she should know what to do. “Beg for it then.”

Kronii shoots you contemptible glare for your dastardly condition, suddenly understanding the dynamic of power you’ve slid to your side of the court. “Bastard! You scum, Anon! You can’t do- do this to me!”

“Beg like the bitch you are, Kronii. Beg for it.” You stand stern, firmer than the Lighthouse of Alexandria during a thunderstorm.

“F-fuck you! Never! You can’t control me li-like this!” Desperate for the sweet corporeal release, Kronii shamelessly brings up her right arm to finger her moistened pussy, not a care in the world for how demeaning that makes her out to be.

Nevertheless, you don’t allow her the easy bypass to her deserved humiliation. You step down on the arm that’s making an attempt near the shoulder, giving her absolutely no leverage to retaliate and thereby no method of granting herself the culmination of intercourse.

She reloads her glare and fires it your way again, that being all she can do in defiance. However, her feeble state only adds to your escalating sense of glee. There’s absolutely nothing she can do right now without your permission. Kronii is at your complete mercy, and nothing can pump your blood harder than that recognition of power.

Your inner bestial instinct cools off to grant your consciousness the chance to fully visualize the indomitable truth. That Kronii is under your control, you own her.

Holy shit… so this is what real ‘sex’ is like…!

At this moment, you grasp the truth of your experience. This is what all of your struggles have been leading up to. Having Kronii’s degraded person laid bare underneath your feet, every inch of her body available for your usage and defilement. She’s a woman meant to be yours, a sack of meat made for your pleasure. A slave solely built for your liking.

“J-just, just keep fucking, Anon! You’re on the verge too! I know it!” Kronii stresses again, but you’re more immovable than ever.

That feeling… from earlier! I get it now, I get it now! Your heart fluttered once more, just as it did when she first called you by your name.

“Kronii, I’m going to put you in your place.” So in turn, you can be in yours.

Enlightenment of your soul leads to meticulous dominion over your body, your stamina feels infinite and your self-control unending. You defeat your own weakness and urge to restart the sex engine, slowly increase the speed of your pumps as you fuck her ass once more, now freed from the worry of a premature ejaculation.

“Y-yes…! That’s it, that’s it! You do know what to do, Anon!” Kronii lecherously moans away, not unravelling the plan printed in your mind.

Not only are you fucking her ass, you also insert a few free fingers into her empty coochie and tickle her massive jugs with the back of your foot, egging her on to rebuild that long-sought-after climax on all fronts.

Unsurprisingly, Kronii shoots straight back to the top in no time. “Ouuuuuhh~! Yes! Yes, yes-YES! I’m cumming, I’m cumming…!”

Just when she is about to hit the very peak of her explosion, you pause completely and promptly send her crashing down.

“Wha-!? No, no… no! Anon!” Instantly, Kronii’s countenance of pure bliss sours to a totally unsatisfying frown of disappointment. Her goofy smile is wiped out by an exasperated denial of her bodily needs as a sliver of confusion is inserted into her stirring emotions, like she doesn’t even understand how you managed to cut her off so close to the edge without going over yourself.

And to be honest, you aren’t sure either. You just think that if Kronii belongs to you, then you can decide when she cums, therefore you do.

“Anon, you bastard! Ughhhha!” Kronii repeats the definition of insanity by trying to finish herself off again, but like before, your foot is faster. “Let me cum, Anon! Stop tormenting me like this!”

“You will do as I say, woman. Do you understand? You are mine.” Your tone is calm, collected, the opposite of her annoyance and frenzy.

“N-no I-I… I wont- NNNNG~!” Before Kronii can blab out her refusal, you tease the very tip of her erect clit, recharging her orgasm to ninety-nine percent without going over the top.

“I said… do you understand, Kronii? This is who you are meant to be, you belong to me.”

Kronii can’t muster the concentration for a reply this time, she merely stares up at you with residue tears in her eyes. In response, you pinch her nipple between your toes, fidgeting them slightly to push her senses to the brink of overload.

“You see, Kronii, after all that we’ve been through, I finally understand why we’re so attracted to each other. It’s a eureka, you know? I can see now that you’re meant to be mine. It just feels so right, the way things are now, who we are right now, in this moment.”

Kronii can’t think of a retort other than squirming desperately to get her rocks off, you aren’t even sure if monologuing here like a classic villain is worth your effort. “Do you know what I mean? Don’t you feel it in yourself as well? That you’re fated to be like this, you’re destined to be with me.”

Again, the short-haired brunette has no answer, but there shines a new light in her azure lens that you haven’t seen before. You can’t say for sure what it represents yet, but it gives off the impression that she’s starting to recognize her place as her futile struggles gradually come to a halt.

The metaphorical fish is hooked on, now you just have to reel her in on the line that is your true feelings. “Kronii… I don’t hate you, you know? You’ve always been a pain in my ass my entire adult life, but I never hated you. I know it’s the same for you, it must be. There’s something here… that just connects us. Don’t you feel it too? It’s like… how can I hate my pet, you know? Even if she acts like a bitch sometimes, she’s still my property, and I do care for her.”

“B-but…! I’m supposed to be… I’m the one in control…! I’ve always been!”

“Do you sincerely believe that? Does that feel right to you? For the eons and beyond you’ve ruled, has playing at the ruler ever made you feel like you’re complete? That pretending to be a sadist is pushing you closer to becoming who you’re destined to be? Have you ever found satisfaction in who you are? Shouldn’t you try to become who you’re meant to be?”

Again, you two share a weighty gaze that bridges two distant souls together. Truly for the first time, she is seeing what you’re seeing in her. “I… you-you can’t…!” Her resistance, however much there is, crumples into dust like a chain of dominoes.

“Kronii, don’t you get it? You just need to do what I tell you. And everything will solve itself.” Kronii is your toy, your tool, but she’s also something more than that. Being there for her can be your purpose, it’s who you are supposed to be. “You need to understand that you’re my woman, and beg for what you want.”

Kronii takes a second to let your command sink in, a full second to finally appreciate who she is and what she must do.

One more push should do it, you predict. “Just try it, just try to say ‘please’, you did it earlier, remember?”

Her pink lips quiver, her mouth teeters on peeling apart to whisper the word she knows she must say. “P-please…”

“That’s right, that’s right. ‘Please’ what? You know what you want, you just have to say it now, Kronii.”

Her pride makes the very last whimper as it manifests a hesitant delay, but after that brief wavering interlude, Kronii has completely accepted herself for who she is. “P-please, Anon! I beg you! Let me cum, please! Let your woman cum, please!”

“Good girl… good girl, Kronii.”

She’s done it, you’ve won, truly this time. For her cooperation, she has earned her reward.

You retract your penis out of her rear, its tip barely touching Kronii’s puckered anus. Then, like a sharpened guillotine released from its rein, you slam the entirety of your girth into her bottomless abyss in one single mighty thrust, going as far into her colon as her body allows. Once there, you open the floodgates and unleash a torrent of seed aiming for nothing short of her stomach.

“Kroniiiii!”

“-OHHH~! I’m-! CUM- CUMIIIIIIING!”

Kronii relieves her most passionate moan yet, one coated in pure eroticism and desire as her four limbs involuntarily spasm at random, her pathetic face showing nothing other than an intoxicated ahegao. This is a pleasure she has never known before, it’s not just an orgasm sourced from the mere quenching of her physical need, you have filled her to the brim with spiritual fulfillment.

She’s no longer howling as her individual person anymore. She is now totally yours to command and conquer, which you can mark as a mission accomplished.

In this very fraction of a second that stretches into eternity, you feel almost like the universe itself unveils from the vast beyond to link your soul to Kronii’s. Your dick doesn’t rest until your balls are drained to the very last drop, hopefully enough semen to flow through every inch of her intestines. In a way, Kronii has also achieved what she set out to do, so this entanglement shouldn’t be considered as a total defeat for her. Although that’s probably no longer what she seeks anymore.

“Hmmm…” You breathe out, you breathe in, ignoring the peculiar stench of sex permeating strongly in the air. It’s not a smell you come by often, especially when you’re half of the cause.

Finally, once the luxurious night’s activities have come to an end, you carefully withdraw your expended wiener from her ragged anus, now gaping wide open to exhibit the dense dump of white liquid overflowing to the top. Kronii isn’t reacting to anything anymore. Despite being completely out of it, she still manages to maintain her ass up, legs spread position. Rather dedicated to her role as your sex toy, you will admit.

“Alright… was that good for you, Kronii?”

“…Ugggh.” The wasted Time Lord exhales, but says nothing else.

“Well… I gotta go get that clock…” Here it is, the consequences of your past actions. You really kinda wished you didn’t have to act cool just for piquing her.

You prepare your portal gun in one hand while laying Kronii back down right-side up. She doesn’t put up any resistance to your fingers over her sticky body, nor do you mind how disgusting she is appearing like a dumpster whore. She is your whore now, so you won’t just kick her aside out of detestation.

“W-wait…” Just when you’re about to stand on your feet, a feeble arm reaches up and holds down by your legs.

Is she serious…? What Kronii has in mind, you cannot foresee. If this is her counterattack, there may not be a better time for it.

“Kronii?” She gestures for you to sit back down. You don’t lower your guard, but you see no reason to refuse.

“I should… I should clean up your head- I mean… before you head out…” Promising such, Kronii props herself up on her knees, submissively presenting herself before you as she maneuvers her open month towards your groin region.

“…You will?” Her adeptness at servitude surprises you, but not unpleasantly so.

“Just until I’m bored… okay?”

“Woah… I will allow it.”

“Th-thank… thank you.”

And so, Kronii ungrudgingly gulps down your deflated member and delicately offers you her wholehearted service.

This is when you can pay attention again to the melody in the air, and it sings an agreeable tune. << ~I can feel it…. coming in the air tonight… oh Lord~ and I've been waiting for this moment~ for all my life… oh Lord~>>

Thank you Phil Collins… Yeah, you’re really feeling it in the air tonight, for sure.