NTR Quest 10.C - Kara - Lie (Patreon)

“It's not good at all!” You said with a determined tint to your tone.
“Sten's is better!” You added, almost reaching the point of shouting up at Sam from beneath his cock.

“Eh!?” He looked flustered. Incredibly so. Even as you made your proclamation, he grunted as you began servicing his cock similarly to how you would Sten. Though, with Sten you needed to be careful so as not to make him cum to quickly, Sam was far more capable of holding his load.
“You don't believe that! Stop lying.” Sam demanded. He spoke in such a way that made you feel a bit more powerful, even though you were on your knees between his legs and your tongue was sliding up his shaft lovingly. He was completely right. It was a lie, for sure. You both knew it, but you did not care what Sam thought, or knew, or wanted. You wanted something from him. It was not about what he wanted from you, except to the extent that it would accomplish your aims. So why be truthful? Why give him the benefit and satisfaction of admitting to him that his cock, that you were salivating over, was at all better than Sten's minor prick? You felt a rush of emotion as Sam's frustrations boiled over. It was your turn to gaslight him and he did not like it. He gripped your head roughly and squished your face into his cock, grinding and rubbing his dirty smell off on you. It did not affect you. It made you horny, of course, but that was it. Arousing you was not winning, it was just provoking you to get more dirty. You wanted to taste it and feel it on your lips. However, it felt like the mere act of denying Sam gave you a renewed confidence that allowed you to take advantage.
“H-hey...”

“What's up, hubby?” You asked, regaining control by sliding your face up his length until the top was pressed to your lips. He did not fight it as you began sucking on it with renewed confidence. You expected him to simply deny you some more. He could hold it in for hours, that much was clear. Something was different, though. As you stared up at him sharply while his cock slide deeper and deeper between your lips, widening them inch by inch, his cock twitched.

“What's with that look?” He grunted, placing a large hand on your head. He squirmed a bit where he sat, his fat body shaking a little in response to your tongue circling inside your mouth. You were no longer just confident, you were smug. You cupped and felt the energy in his balls. It was being pulled up into his shaft despite his efforts to hold it in.
“Stop...” Sam grunted before exploding. You quickly slid down his length and pulled the tip to your throat. Despite your gag reflex you forced yourself to gulp down every last potent drop so that you did not waste any of the precious Mana. You wanted it not just because it was his, but because taking it felt like a turning point. He was trying so hard to control you. To keep it from you. Now it was yours. Has his pumping of semen slowed and his cock softened, you slowly pulled free and gasped. You offered him another look, wondering more or less how he was feeling. What you saw was surprising.

“Uh...” Sam was panting and staring down. His fat face was red and his expression could only be described best as slightly love-struck.

“I like you.” He admitted.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Well...” He scratched the back of his neck.
“I may actually like you. I've done everything I could to control you and you just keep resisting at every turn. Everything is out of your favor. You're somehow the most impressionable girl ever to get like this, while also being sane the longest I've ever seen.” It was weird. He was fully admitting his intent to control and brainwash you, but at the same time there was an undeniable amount of admiration in his tone.
“Do you really think my dick is worse?” He tested you one last time, just to see if he could pull you back.

You nodded. “It is.” It was a lie, but there was an amount of truth attached to it that he picked up on easily.

He sighed deeply. “Alright. Well... Looks like I've got a lot of work to do.” You stared at him for a few moments after he said that with a confused expression. He waved you off casually.
“What? You're free. I think I like you too much to try and push you away with any more bullshit, at this point. If it doesn't work it doesn't work.” He lifted a finger.
“But, if you wanna try and let me make this work, let me know. We can maybe start over.”

You left a bit stunned.




Kara nodded slowly during your training the next day. “There's an unusual draw towards people like us. “

“Us?” You asked.

“The ones that take. Our core in general. We have beautiful souls.” You stared at her skeptically as she said that.
“Listen! You don't need to have a beautiful personality to have a beautiful soul.” She rolled her eyes.
“Men aren't hard. That Sam guy isn't special, just because he has a nice dick and a strong will. He has things he wants and looks for just like anyone else. He's probably walked over everyone he's ever met. Seems like he did everything he could to you and after avoiding all that you've reached some weird... Respect?” She shrugged.

“Still feels a bit like a hunter and prey relationship. He's not exactly a safe guy to be around.”

“That could be true. Hunters can respect the animals they hunt and even feel respect and kinship with them.” Kara agreed.

“So what should I do?”

“I mean... You know I can't answer that. We're pretty much done here in terms of training. I've taught you the basics and now we can move on while I teach the rest.”