Helenn squirmed, despite how inappropriate that was. Besides the bit of super-duper-torture-murder, everything about this scene was making her positively drenched. A tall man with deep, green eyes bursting into the room and solving the hostage situation within a minute? Sploosh! He only had eyes for her? Sploosh! Those eyes that scanned her like a piece of game he had been tracking for days? Sploosh! Heavens, even that he was that dangerous was turning her on. A man that could bend the world around him to his whims? Sploosh!

  ‘Too bad he isn’t the one,’ Helenn thought, her lower lips quivering in excitement. ‘As the great Subana said, my prophesied man would pick me up-’

  Rykard’s strong arms suddenly wrapped around her small frame. One moment she was hovering effortlessly, thanks to her divine blessing of flight, the next she was draped across his arms. Both of them realized simultaneously just how tiny she was. It was one thing when they looked at each other, a whole other when she was pressed against his broad chest, her tits and hips almost perfectly aligned with his shoulders.

  Involuntarily, she took a deep, wanton breath. Her nostrils filled with the scent of fresh sweat, pine, and expensive soap. Amused, possessive eyes roamed her body like she was a sb of meat. She was used to stares, she wore a miniskirt fully knowing what it did to men. She loved feeling sexy. A world was between the sneaked in gnces of the locals and the sheer conviction in his emerald irises.

  If Helenn had been wearing panties, they would have been soaked by now.

  ‘He shall behold you like a man that wants to make a woman into wife and sve at once,’ the prophecy of her deity further echoed in her mind. ‘And he shall ask you a question that you are too eager to answer.’

  “Should I take the rope along?”

  “Oh my goddess, yessssssssss,” Helenn whisper-hissed. She was thrown over his shoulder, like a sack of valuable loot getting carried away after a successful raid. Hard and fast, his hand came down on her bubble butt. She yelped, then giggled, then wondered what was happening. ‘Is this it? Is this really it?! Today?! Finally?!’

  Rykard bowed down, to pick up the rope she had been nonconsensually tangled up in moments ago. “When you have calmed down, tell the people outside what I did and that I want to talk to them again tomorrow, at about noon,” he addressed Melvin - probably.

  Helenn had no idea, she was facing the other direction, and getting her plush ass kneaded by greedy fingers. ‘He shall know that he owns your ass, without doubt, without hesitance,’ the prophecy further echoed in her mind. ‘And he shall confess to you, that he is a man of many.’

  “Where’s your bedroom?” Rykard’s question, for the first time, was not in perfect tune with the words of her goddess.

  “S-s-second floor, third door, on the right, yes, that one!” Helenn babbled excitedly, putting all of her faith in him being the one! Any second now, he would confess that… he had additional bodies or whatever ‘a man of many’ was supposed to mean!

  “You know, I came here to find a shortstack for my harem.”

  That worked! That absolutely worked! Yep, yep, that worked! “Uhm, so you have more women? Like, gorgeous women? Like, super gorgeous women?” Helenn asked, her words almost tumbling over one another. “Also, also, you can pull up my skirt, if you want to see my naked, big bubble butt!”

  He lost not even a second to yank down the white that had been stretching over her twin mounds. “Gorgeously round, you’ll make a fantastic cocksleeve,” he told her, swatting her ass for a second time.

  The pain surged through, intertwining with the excitement drumming in her chest, and turned into reverberating pleasure. The first second was the greatest of it all - the singing sting of his fingers burning on her skin like a mark of pure bliss. Helenn almost came.

  Immediately, he returned to sinking his fingers into her now naked skin. They were hot and demanding, pressed indents into the pliable meat of her ass. Audibly, the little angel sucked in the drool that was running down her chin. She had a pretty nice view of his ass as well and it was tight. Also, wow, his shoulders were broad. ‘Like really, I entirely fit on one of these!’

  Rykard opened the door to her room casually. Immediately the smell of crystallized mana and metal filled their nostrils, all wafting from the workbench that she had been tinkering away at until this whole debacle had started. “You seem quite fixated on women - and ready to throw yourself at me.”

  “I-i-i-i’m not easy!” Helenn was swift to assure. “I just loooooove sex and sometimes I did it with women, because I loooove women, but never with men, please, trust me, I am not loose or anything like that! I jus-”

  She was thrown into her bed. It was as big as any other one in the opulent cathedral, less a pce of proper worship than a luxury stay for the clergy. Big windows, thick carpets, including those hanging from the walls, all of them expensive. The carpets on the walls were meant to swallow the sounds of her work. One more line was missing for her to have every reason to have them absorb much louder, much higher-pitched noises.

  ‘He shall have moved the world just to find you.’

  Before Helenn could continue her assurances, Rykard was on top of her. His thumb brushed over her pink lips, as if he was testing the quality of a new pillow. “I know you saved yourself for me,” he told her simply, and her heart skipped a beat. “I summoned this entire Hexagon to find a shortstack for my harem - of course you would be everything I wanted.”

  “Y-you’re a Competitor?” she stammered.

  Surprise showed on his face for a moment. “So you know, at least,” he said. Then, his hand descended on her neck. “We’ll talk more about this tomorrow. For now, I want to have my fun and sleep - in that order.”

  Helenn could not answer. The hand on her throat, a paw in comparison to her slender neck, pressed her into the expensive bedsheet. Her hips shot off the mattress, near-orgasmic spasms crackling up and down her spine, while bck and white dots danced in the corners of her vision. She could not breathe, she could not even attempt to break free, and she did not care to try either. Her hands bunched up the cotton in tiny, clenched fists. Her lips were curled into a smile, while her consciousness faded from the ck of air.

  ‘He’s the one,’ she thought with absolute certainty.

  The sweet breath of life streamed into her lungs the moment he deemed it fit to release her. Never before had she gone that long without air. Any attempts at strangling herself had been half-hearted pressure on her throat and the women she had slept with had all been either too weak or too reluctant to do it. That was a man’s hand, leaving her entirely breathless, and her body so desperate that she choked when she drew in air.

  “A delectably pliable toy.” Rykard’s word cut through the rush of blood in her ears with divine authority. Strong hands gripped one of her arms and dragged her closer to the centre of the bed. Again, her pleasure surged to the edge of orgasm, and she would have engaged in feverish masturbation, had he not caught her other hand before it could creep between her legs.

  He was dragging and bending her however he wanted, handling her like a toy that had to be assembled properly, and the entire time Helenn shouted ‘Yes!’ in her mind. Over pants and coughs, she did not manage to make it manifest in words, but he knew - he knew exactly what she wanted done to her. He manhandled her tiny frame into the position that pleased him the most.

  Before she knew it, her arms were tied to the bedposts by the ropes. Almost, she had recovered to the point that she could speak, then his hand was back on her throat. Clinging for dear life onto the straining bindings, she was right back at thrusting her smooth cunt in the air. She could feel the overabundant wetness run down her plump thighs and bubble butt, see some drops trickle over her moans and down what little of her white, ft midriff was exposed. Her fat tits shook under the confines of her clothes, trying to rise and fall with a breath she could not take. Was she everything he had been looking for?

  “You are exactly what I was looking for,” he once more spoke directly to her mind. Her eyes opened wide, the golden light basking in his handsome face, when he stared directly at her. “A carriable cocksleeve.” Three words that made her hips shoot up again, a renewed wave of spasms going through her. Just one direct touch would set her off. “I will toss and move your little frame as much as I want, grope those tits and knead that ass whenever I feel like it.”

  He released her windpipe and left her again, between coughs and ecstatic shouts. His demanding touch on her legs made her shiver. ‘Just a bit higher, just a bit higher!’ she pleaded in her mind, fingertips trailing over the thickest part of her thighs. She could not suppress the disappointed sound when he moved the opposite direction.

  “You’ll know better than to make any dissenting noises soon enough,” Rykard announced. The blonde salivated at the ideas of what he was going to do to her to make that true. Her leg was pulled long by the rope that connected her ankle to the third bedpost. Her st limb followed quickly, and then she was just a sprawled out package of tits, ass and fuckable holes.

  Rykard was back on top of her, once more choking the thoughts out of her blonde head. He repced them with his demanding words. It was so easy to obey, because their thoughts were the same, “You’re one full package of tits, ass and fuckable holes. I’ll use you as a convenient cumdump, not a person, but a tool entirely existing for my pleasure, be it simple relief or a breedable womb. I want to hear you moan and I want to see you climax repeatedly, to feel your holes grip me nice and tight. You will speak only when I want you to speak. You will suck and ride my cock like a good sleeve, using your own movements when I allow you to have them. Because that’s all you will be in my bedroom: a fully obedient sex sve.”

  Mouth wide open, Helenn hoped he would penetrate any of her holes immediately. Instead, he suddenly released her. Straddling over her tiny form, her man waited for her to catch her breath. He did nothing, just watched her go through the coughs and the moans.

  ‘Know that a true man only ever takes what he is given from his submissives.’ It was not part of the prophecy, it was more fundamental than that - a core tenet of the faith of Subana, goddess of prophesied submission in true love. A very specific and narrow faith, that she was infinitely thankful for being a messenger of.

  “Master,” Helenn pressed out a single word and his enigmatic expression was repced with a cocky grin.

  With one word, she had agreed to all he had said, had given him the reins, had signed away her autonomy, and had made herself gush. Oh, how good it felt, to finally speak the title in more than fantasy, to see who was worthy of it and to just… let her mind melt away into the simplicity of being a toy. She was not a person anymore, not right now anyway, just an object for him to use. She desperately hoped she would be treated that way too.

  Her owner gripped the colr of her angelic garb and tore it apart like unwanted packaging. Huge breasts spilled out of their confinement, jiggling into a parted resting position that utterly dominated her stout chest. The instant they had settled, Rykard squished them together. His hands sank into her squishy flesh, rough and demanding, and the pain she felt was only an addition to the pleasure.

  Rykard leaned down towards her mouth. Helenn wished nothing more than to receive the kiss, but her dom had to know a little detail. “Master, my mouth is really, really sensitive!” she told him. “If you don’t want me to cum yet, you shou-”

  “I know,” Rykard interrupted her again.

  Then his lips were on hers. His tongue invaded her mouth, and made of her own mouth as much conquered territory as the rest of her fully annexed curves. She just moved herself on lease, to make sure her Master did not have to do everything himself. That fact bounced in her mind, while his dominating presence, physical and spiritual, pushed her down into a fluffy world of bliss. Their tongues whirled, and she finally felt a sweet release.

  All of her rexed and went rigid, in irregurly changing intervals. Two extremes, making her feel like putty and a drawn bowstring. She struggled against the ropes, instinctively. The bedposts creaked, but held, and all she could do in the end was curve her spine, pressing fat tits into his hands, ft, taut stomach against his elbows, and soil the bed with her dripping juices.

  The kiss ended, as her orgasm petered out. She giggled, her eyes unfocused, her mind still vacant. Never before had she felt this safe and secure. “Good toy,” he whispered in her ear - and she knew she was. She was a good, obedient toy, and that made her feel more alive than anything before in her life. Devotion drummed in her chest, to her Master and her goddess and the glory of fated submission.

  ‘I love you,’ she thought, entirely fallen for him already. Why would she not? She was his fated property, by the will of her goddess and the gods that chose to give him this Hexagon specifically. The only reason she did not utter those words was that good toys did not speak, unless asked to.

  Naked and quivering in excitement, she waited for what he would use his new toy for next.