"Ahhh... mmm..."
"So good... fuck me to death... fuck me to death... harder..."
"Ah... I can't... I'm going to go... I'm flying... the Red Dragon Emperor's cock is too big... I'm going to cum! Ahhh!"
Katereia's warbling cries reached a crescendo. She had been pushed to her limit, but Ethan wasn't done.
"Done already? Fine, I'll give you one last shot. Come on, beg me to ruin your little hole. But remember to call me Master Ethan, not the Red Dragon Emperor."
Her face was a mask of shame and fury. Her pride and her desire fought one last battle, and desire won. Devils weren't built for restraint; as a Leviathan, she was a creature of pure impulse.
"Nng... Katereia... begs Master Ethan... give me your essence... please Master... fill my stomach with your cum... please... Ohhh... AHHH!!!"
Hearing her submissive, depraved moans sent a wave of pleasure through Ethan's entire body. With a final, high-pitched scream from Katereia, the dragon buried deep inside her began to pulse and fire.
The hot, heavy essence struck her walls like liquid mercury, instantly filling every inch of her and surging into her narrow cervix. The sheer volume and velocity of the spray felt like a hammer striking her core, but the weight of it remaining inside her gave her a sense of fulfillment she had never known.
With a pop, Ethan pulled out. Her gaping entrance remained open, unable to close, as strings of white essence leaked out—a pathetic and helpless sight.
The second "correction" was a success, but Ethan didn't stop there. He knew her performance was temporary; he had to keep pushing to break her permanently.
In the third session, he introduced toys and made her refer to herself as a "female dog." The proud Lady Leviathan refused at first, but after the dragon spent an hour hammering her cervix without letting her climax, she broke down and whimpered the words.
In the fourth session, Ethan used a blindfold and magic to create the illusion that she was being used by multiple men at once. Katereia went from resistance to grief, then to despair, and finally to total abandonment of her self-worth. When she became so depraved that Ethan feared she was losing her mind, he removed the blindfold.
Seeing that it was just Ethan and a few magical tools, she burst into tears and clung to him. After that, she became completely subservient. Whatever he asked for, no matter how shameful, she agreed to instantly. He took advantage of this to use all three of her "holes" and coat her entire body in his hot essence.
When the session ended, Katereia went to wash up. While Ethan was thinking about a fifth session, she returned and knelt at his feet, naked and begging for more.
Seeing her with pink hearts in her eyes, completely transformed into a "female dog," Ethan's blood boiled again. Her long legs wrapped around his waist as she whispered in his ear.
"Master Ethan... Katereia only wants to be your slave dog..."
Ethan kissed her fiercely, thrusting his dragon deep into her womb, making her flat stomach bulge with the force of his entry. He knew he hadn't "fixed" her permanently yet, but the psychological victory was intoxicating.
Time became a blur in the dark room. He wasn't sure how long it had been. He only knew that his own stamina was starting to flag. As for Katereia, her stomach was distended like she was pregnant—not with a child, but with Ethan's essence. Her throat, her stomach, and her entire body were covered in white marks. Her long, dark-blonde hair was matted with fluid, and she lay on the floor with vacant, heart-shaped eyes.
Ethan turned on the lights. He had built this room specifically for her, and while it was rushed, it functioned perfectly as an underground dungeon. It was located directly beneath Rias's villa.
He looked at the wreckage of the room—toys and shredded lingerie covered in fluids. The air was thick and heavy. He checked his phone and froze.
Nearly a week had passed. He had intended to confuse her sense of time, but he had lost track of it himself. He wondered if Rias and the others were angry.
He pushed the worry aside. The plan seemed to have worked.
As he sat there, the dark-skinned beauty—her body swollen and red from his use—slowly sat up. As the light hit her, the hearts in her eyes faded, replaced by clarity. Her mana began to flow, and the essence on her skin and inside her body was rapidly processed and absorbed.
Her bloated stomach flattened. But just as she was about to absorb the last of the essence in her womb, she stopped. She left a small amount of Ethan's fluid inside her. She didn't know why, but she wanted to keep a piece of him within her.
She cleaned herself with magic but still felt "sticky," so she stood up and walked toward the bathroom. Ethan watched her sexy silhouette and decided to follow.
They showered together in a strange, heavy silence. There was touching, and they washed each other's backs, but there was no more sex. A week of continuous dual-cultivation had left them both in a state of absolute clarity.
The most important thing was that Katereia's power had returned and even grown, yet she wasn't attacking him. She didn't look resentful.
Did I actually succeed?!