The air in the small bedroom was thick enough to choke on, heavy with the scent of aroused sweat and the sweet pheromones leaking from Alex's pores.
Elena stood at the door, her bathrobe slightly loose, offering a teasing glimpse of the pale white skin of her large breasts and the huge curve of her cleavage.
Alex pressed his back against the headboard, his chest heaving. He felt trapped, small, and utterly exposed.
His erect dick was still throbbing painfully against his stomach, leaking clear fluid that glistened in the dim light.
"I... I don't need help," Alex stammered, his voice sounding weak and breathless. "Just leave, Elena. Please."
"You're a bad liar," Elena chuckled, the sound low and husky.
She didn't leave.
Instead, she crawled onto the bed, the mattress sinking under her weight as she crawled further on her hands and knees, positioning herself directly between his spread legs.
"You're shaking so much," she whispered, her voice thick with a strange, hypnotic hunger.
"Your mouth says, 'go away,' but look at this..." Her eyes locked onto his twitching cock. "Yet, your dick is crying for attention. It's dripping."
"Don't look at it!" Alex yelped, trying to cover himself with his hands again.
But Elena was faster. Her hand shot out and grabbed his wrists, pinning them effortlessly above his head against the wooden headboard.
As she loomed over him, Alex felt his breath hitch as he looked at her up closely.
She looked incredibly sexy in that simple white bathrobe.
The fabric was loose, held together by a single knot at her waist, and as she moved, the collar slipped even further open.
Alex couldn't help but look.
Her skin was flushed pink from the hot shower, radiating a damp, clean heat that mixed with the heavy, sweet scent of his own pheromones.
Her wet brown hair, usually tied back in a strict ponytail for training, was loose and messy.
It clung to her cheeks and neck, dripping cold droplets of water onto Alex's burning hot, shedding skin.
"E-Elena, wait," Alex gasped, his hands gripping the sheets. "Uncle John... Marcus... they're downstairs."
"They're busy," she dismissed him, her eyes never leaving his exposed erection. "But you're busy jerking by yourself…"
"Hehee… I never knew that you're such a naughty kid," She placed her hands on his thighs, her palms rough and calloused from years of wielding a sword.
"Ah!" Alex jolted as she squeezed his inner thighs, pinning his legs down with her body weight.
"Pathetic," she whispered, leaning in close until her nose brushed against his neck. "You're so weak today, Alex. Did the fever burn away all your muscles?".
She sniffed his neck deeply, inhaling the scent that was driving her instincts wild.
"You smell so good," she groaned, her hot breath washing over his sensitive skin. "Like sugar and heat."
"Elena... stop..." Alex whimpered.
The sensation of her body pressing against his, her soft breasts squashing against his arm, her damp thigh brushing his hip… was sending electric shocks through his mutating nervous system.
"Why should I stop?" Elena pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes.
Her pupils were blown wide, black holes swallowing the blue irises. "You were moaning before I came in. You were touching yourself. You want this."
She released one of his wrists but kept him pinned with her body weight. Her free hand moved down, hovering over his stomach.
"Come on," she coaxed, her voice taking on a commanding, strict tone that Alex had never heard before. "You know you can't finish on your own. Let me see if I can do it better than your hand"
"Say it," Elena demanded, her fingers brushing lightly against the sensitive, hairless skin of his lower belly. "Beg me to touch you."
"I... I can't..." Alex gasped, tears pricking his eyes. The humiliation was burning him up, but the Empress's voice in his head was louder than his pride.
"Just give in, my little vessel," the Empress purred, her spectral laughter echoing in his mind. "She is strong. You are weak. That is the natural order now. Be a good girl and let her take care of you.".
Without warning, Elena's hand moved lower, her fingertips touching the base of his erect dick.
"Ah!" Alex arched his back, a broken, high-pitched moan escaping his lips.
"That's a nice sound," Elena smiled, a dark, possessive look on her face. "But I want words. Ask me."
She squeezed the base of his cock, just once, firm and teasing.
The pleasure was blinding. It wasn't just physical; it was a deep, psychological release.
Alex felt his resistance crumbling like a dam breaking under a flood.
"Please..." Alex whispered, his face burning hot.
"I can't hear you," Elena teased, leaning her ear closer to his lips.
"Please... help me," Alex sobbed out, closing his eyes tight to hide the shame. "Please touch me, Elena."
"Good boy," Elena murmured, though the way she said it felt like she was talking to a pet.
She didn't hesitate anymore. Her hand wrapped around his erection.
"Oh god!" Alex screamed, his head slamming back against the wood.
The contrast was overwhelming. Elena's hand was rough, calloused from years of wielding a sword and training in the gene academy.
But Alex's skin... his skin was currently shedding, even if it was quite rogue before, the newly revealing flesh was ultra-sensitive.
Her palm against his cock felt like sandpaper and silk grinding together. It was too intense. It was overstimulating.
"You're always short and skinny," Elena marveled, her eyes glued to the movement of her own hand as she began to pump him. "Yet you're so big and hard down here... heheee."
She picked up the pace, her grip firm and unyielding.
"Nnnngh! S-slow... slow down!" Alex pleaded, his hips bucking involuntarily, trying to escape the friction, but also chasing it.
"No," Elena grunted, her breathing getting heavy. "You like it rough. I can feel your pulsing dick."
She used her thumb to rub over the head of his cock, smearing the clear pre-cum all over the tip.
"Look at how much she enjoys you," the Empress whispered, feeding on the scene. "She is absorbing your pheromones through her skin. Don't forget to feed on her lust towards. Take it. Eat it.".
[System Alert]
[Empathetic Energy Detected.]
Alex saw the blue screen flicker in his peripheral vision, but he couldn't focus on it. He was drowning in sensation.
"Elena… you're too fast... I'm gonna..." Alex babbled, his head rolling from side to side.
"Go ahead," she commanded, leaning down to bite his earlobe. "Make a mess for me."
She picked up the pace, her other hand coming up to pinch his swollen, pink nipple through the flannel shirt.
That was the breaking point.
The connection between his chest and his groin fired like a live wire.
"I'm— I'm cumming!" Alex screamed, a high-pitched, broken sound.
He exploded.
White, hot release shot out of him, coating Elena's hand and splashing onto his own stomach.
His hips jerked wildly, spasms of pleasure racking his entire body.
It felt different than before… deeper, more draining, as if his very soul was being pulled out through his cock.