John could see his pretty little psycho through the glass wall that separated the shower area from the changing room. When people were actually showering, hot water flowing, the wall turned into a misty tease of the luscious forms behind. Right now, it was completely clear, allowing him to see the naked body of Eliza.

It had been a little while, but he had not forgotten an inch of her. Her blue tinged, pale skin, the purplish tint of her lips, nipples and cunt. More importantly, her form. When he had first met her, she had been simply lithe. Being reborn in a new body had thickened up a few parts of her that had looked too bony before.

That was to say, the only really thick part about her were her thighs. They presented a luscious target for his gaze as he watched her, dragging each piece of his clothes into his inventory. She didn’t look back, just stood there with her eyes closed, arms folded behind her back. Without seeing it, he knew what it looked like. A perfect top to those meaty thighs, it was round, firm and just so spankable. Her midriff was a flat wonder, under which her subtle muscles shifted with every little move of her torso. Even further up, her chest may have been about average overall, but on her small frame they looked pleasingly big.

John was finally naked and stepped inside. The air of the heated room immediately caressed him with a pleasant promise. It smelled of all the different shampoos his harem used, each smell already affiliated with pleasant times. Together, they created an aroma of indulgence. In that atmosphere, even the way her shoulders curved into her neck looked beautiful. Although no amount of perversion could have elevated it to the place his gaze wandered to next.

With every step he took towards her, the blood mage panted heavier. Her sultry, full lips were parted, allowing each breath to escape with a sensational, wordless whisper. A fine nose and elegant cheekbones made the picture almost perfect. “Open your eyes,” he commanded her, and Eliza obeyed. The light purple of her supernatural eyes harmonized wonderfully with the golden dots, lines and rings around the standard black of her iris.

She moaned, a little bit of confusion entering her eyes as she experienced his newfound command ability for the first time. The confusion was immediately replaced with understanding when she saw John’s broad smile. No need for explanation, she trusted him and knew about the bullshittery of his powers. Any questions could be asked later, after she had tasted his cock again.

John grabbed a fistful of her hair. His hand hid most of the white, leaving the azure blue it shifted to at the neckline to be what stood out the most. Not that he paid a lot of attention to that, as he pulled her head backwards and then aggressively pushed his lips on hers, using height to dominate her with a kiss alone. Already, by the time their tongues began to wrestle, her eyes were completely glassy.

His cock was pressed against her stomach, he could feel her lustful trembling. Precum smeared on her smooth skin, but the few drops were nothing against the flow from her cunt. When he caressed the inside of her thighs with one hand, several gooey drops landed on the back of his hand before he even touched her pussy directly.

When he finally did touch her dripping wet lips, her whole body jumped. He curved one finger into the sucking, tight folds; she suddenly became rigid. The edge of his palm pressed against her clit, and Eliza’s tongue became limp.

“You shaved,” he noted in an approving tone. He hadn’t minded the little bush of white hair she had sported before, but he definitely preferred his girls either completely clean shaven or with a decorative trim. “I like it.” That was all he had to say before going back at her.

He took complete control of the kiss, masturbated her softly, and the flow from Eliza’s pussy turned into a gush. With a muffled shout, her rigidness was torn, the quiver of her stomach rippling through her whole body. John felt more of her weight on his hair-clawing left, as the white mane became taut and her legs turned into pudding.

“I told you to wait in a way that would turn me on,” he whispered to his orgasming submissive between kisses. “And you just stand there? Explain yourself - Now.” Making that last thing a command rather than a request, he assured that she would feel little spikes of pleasure with every word. Words Eliza would have to press out through her orgasm, as he kept fingering her.

“I didn… mhhhhm… didn’t know if you wanted to shower or bath, Masssstaaaahr,” she gasped. Her pleasure-induced slurring only got worse when John changed from kissing her lips to kissing her neck. “Ahhhnnnd I… I didn’t -ah- want tooooo- to just kneeeeeell down witho-aaa-t you t-telling me toooo.” Finished with her explanation, the command unfolded its full effect on her and John felt how the gushing that had just started to ebb off was renewed in its strength.

“Mhm, that’s a good girl answer,” he complimented her in a flirting tone. “You’re a beautiful little slut, aren’t you?” The flirting only made things worse, as yet another one of John’s new Perks was put into effect. Towards a willing target, flirting increased their Libido by 20% or 10 points flat, whatever was higher. John usually kept that ability disabled, not wanting to distract someone from the talk they were having because of a harmless little flirt, but right now was exactly the time he wanted to use it. It increased her Libido from 30 to 40 and with it her sensitivity and experienced pleasure.

With the scream of another, stronger orgasm, she announced, “YOUR obedient slut, John!” Having heard that, he couldn’t resist to indulge himself more. He pulled his hand off her trembling shame and then dragged her by the hair to the wall holding the row of showerheads. With her weakened legs, she threatened to collapse at every step. Her masochism turned them from pudding into an unstable nothing, and her knees finally gave in at the last metre.

John caught her, but not in any flattering way. His second hand closed around her throat and forcefully pulled her up, ramming her against her wall. Her tits jiggled wonderfully at the impact. Moaning escaped her lips in bursts as John choked her. He let go of her hair, grinded her body up the dry tiles with his superhuman strength, until her curled up toes had no more contact with the ground. Her face turned darker as the asphyxiation set in, her tongue was lolling out, creating a depraved look of ecstasy on her face.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was pushing himself against her. His grip relaxed for just long enough for her to take a rattling inhale, then he sealed her mouth with his again. Pushing his cock between her clenched thighs, he started thrusting reflexively. The thick meat was surrounding him, all of it lubricated extensively. At the upside of his shaft, he felt the source grind along his cock, and the girl that was a submissive slut for him, attached to that dripping cunt, climaxed a third time.

His thrusting became more intense; just one change of angle and he would easefully slide into her breeding-ready hole. The temptation was there; John’s mind slowly went blank as every thrust between her thighs pushed his horniness closer to the driver’s seat. The continued hacked off noises from her choked throat only encouraged him to let his desire take over. His left hand was looking for a good grip in the surroundings.

And found a pretty unwise place.

A wave of ice-cold water washed over them as John’s hand rested and held onto the handle of the shower. One pull back for a new thrust, and he had accidentally twisted it all the way into the blue marked area. He immediately knew what had happened and calmly put it out again, but it was still enough to give him a little shock and space to think clearly. “Only blowjobs,” he mumbled to himself, looking at Eliza, whose hair was now sticking to her head, having the same realization.

Unceremoniously, he stepped back and let go of her. Still weak in her legs, she immediately collapsed to the floor. She caught herself by holding onto his legs and was now face to face with his erection. “Can I?!” she asked, her tone unsteady and so ravaged by desire that it was a miracle she even managed to ask the question.

John left her dangling for as long as he needed to twist the handle back to the hot level he preferred and pull. As these were showers fuelled by magic, the dreaded time it took for hot water to arrive was cut out. Neither was there any volatility in what then came. It was the exact same level of heat that angle of the handle always produced, a deeply pleasant hotness. “You can play with it, but no sucking yet,” he told her, after he had bowed down to Possess the tile she was sitting on. The sight of her bare crotch, ass and thighs was too wonderful to skip out on.

Eliza pressed her face against his massive erection. Like the absolute pervert she was, she sniffed at the hairless dick, kissed the sack and licked the shaft. “Coooock, John’s hard coooock,” the degenerate psycho gasped, grabbing it with both of her hands. “Finally, ah, it’s so hot.” Her long tongue travelled from the bottom all the way to the top. There she froze, the panting from her wide open mouth even hotter than the running water.

John grabbed her head with both hands before she could disregard his orders. “Do you want to suck it?” he asked.

“Yesh,” she whined, her lower lips stuck at the swollen head. “Pleashe, let me suck it. I need to shuck it.” So certain he was going to say yes, she let go off his cock. Arms spread out, as if to show she wasn’t masturbating, she waited.

“You can’t,” he told her, and Eliza looked like she was ready to cry. She needed this so badly, it was ecstatic to withhold it from her. Then his grip on her hair intensified. “I am going to use you, cock-crazy bitch, so just stay STILL!” he screamed that last word as he slammed into her mouth.

Her hands looked like they were grabbing at something invisible, and through Possession, John could see her whole lower body tense up, then release. Every action he took, it seemed, set an orgasm off in her more intense than the last. The scream reverberated in his cock as he fucked her face mercilessly.

Her throat was perfection. Without any problems, she took in his entire length again and again. She remained almost absolutely motionless. As she should, John had given her a command after all, so her staying still provided her with a constant stream of rewarding pleasure. As if she hadn’t been able to climax just from getting her face fucked before.

“Fuck… I am so close…” John gasped, weakened from the earlier thigh situation. The blood mage’s tongue, the only part of her she dared to move, pressed against his shaft that bit harder. “Eliza… Eliza… Eliza…” Now he sounded like the crazy pervert, and he was every bit fine with that as he looked down. He caught her eyes for just one moment, then he was past the point of no return.

Attempting to pull out, fill Eliza’s mouth with his improved cum, John was stopped once the head threatened to slip past her lips. Stopped by none other than his masochistic lover herself. Disregarding his order to stay still, her arms suddenly wrapped around his hips. She pulled him towards herself, her head rushing forwards, until her nose hit his groin. There was absolutely no time to complain or change this, if he had even wanted to.

That last, complete slamming into her throat caused his balls to tighten. A massive load rushed up his tensing shaft, and he groaned as it pumped directly into her stomach. “Cum, drink my seed and cum!” His breathless words left his mouth before he could even think about them. He first felt the effect in the vibrations of her muffled scream.

From his Possession below her, he could see her squirting. Large amounts of love juice were forced out with high pressure, one wave after another, as three layers of orgasms fired off simultaneously. One from drinking his enchanted seed, one from following the command to drink it and one from the simple command to climax. They layered on top of each other, forcing her to squirt again and again with each strand of thick cum he filled her with.

Her cheeks were hollowed out, her throat quivering along with her whole body. She was milking every last drop she could from him. With her eyes rolled up, it was clear that she was nothing more than a bitch in heat at that moment, needy for that cum. His spurts became lighter with time, just as her squirting was reduced to gushing, then dripping.

“You perfect fucking… god, I love you, Eliza…” he gasped, as their orgasms slowly subsided. Her arms let go of his hips and he pulled her off his erection. Until the very last moment, her lips stayed tightly around him. Then she breathed like a drowning person.

“Oh my… fucking fuck shit… yesss,” she gasped. “That was… exactly what I needed…” A few more ragged breaths and she fell back into the sickening sweet tone she used when she tried to be especially cute. “Master, can I have more, please? I need more! I can taste your semen on my tongue, just a little bit. I think it’s even better than before, but this useless little slut can’t discern that without a second load. Or a third… or maybe five?”