Degencraft 3 - Teaching Moment (Patreon)

Jaina stared harshly at Victor. “I need you to understand that you are not in control, here” She slapped her hand down on the desk hard in an attempt to assert herself. She had to admit that she was bowled over by the initial encounter and the subsequent surprises that the man pulled on her. However, she had to remember that she was no mere mage. She was Jaina Proudmoore. She could not be taken advantage of so easily. There would be consequences under certain circumstances. Victor leaned back and stared up at her curiously. It was a funny thing for her to say, since she had already said yes to him under duress.

She had already put herself into the tight little skirt and top that made up her uniform. It was a mockery of a blue suit with a white blouse underneath. All of it was just slightly too small, causing her tits and ass to almost burst out of the tight clothing. She was both appalled by the ensemble, and surprised that he did not do worse. He certainly could have. He put her in a bind. The request was indeed extremely inappropriate but, as she was about to broach, there was a line. For Jaina, as powerful as she was, crossing the line over something like piercings, tattoos or a wardrobe change was a bit much and could not be justified. Even the portals were not over the line, particularly, since she knew the magic and knew it did no harm to someone when used responsibly.

“There are limits.”

“Limits, huh? Like... On fetishes, or what?” He asked hesitantly.

“No!” Jaina shouted. She planted her face in her palm. The only thing the man every thought about, it seemed, was sex. Sex and business.
“If you decide to do something that will harm Kul'Tiras, or anyone or anywhere else I happen to like, I will press the metaphorical self-destruct button. Consequences be damned. You are not allowed to do whatever immoral acts you like.”

He held up his hands. “Ohhh, scary.” He uttered sarcastically.
“So what does that mean, exactly?”

“It means you are not allowed to be evil.” Jaina announced weakly. She had already felt the wind being let out of her sails a bit due to his reaction. She leaned back and took her hands of the desk.

“Unless it's to someone you don't like.”

Jaina narrowed her eyes at him. “What?”

“You said it. Can I do evil shit and get you to help me do evil shit to the assholes and places you don't like?” She opened her mouth to argue and clarify, but he continued without letting her speak.
“Maybe there's a group that's been gettin' away without consequences for oh... Let's just say a while?” She bit her lip and considered his words carefully. The moral side of her was still not truly sold, but it was close to being sold. She was not completely a changed woman after the events of Zandalar. He continued without her having to answer.
“Alright, alright. No evil stuff.” He relented.

Jaina smiled victoriously. “For the record, turning Taelia into a walking glory hole is evil.”

“I mean... It's legal, but I see your point. Hard thing is, I dunno how to solve that problem, since it's magic. Waddaya suggest, assistant?” He stared at her pointedly.

Jaina was taken aback. “W-well...” She solved the problem in her head rather easily.
“It is a matter of deciphering the curse, then learning to replicate it so that it can then be countered.”

“There you go. I'll leave it to you.” He announced, clapping his hands together to signify that it was 'solved.' Jaina turned on her grafted heels to leave.
“Hey.”

“What?” She glanced over her shoulder.

“Pour me a drink before you go, hon.” She gave him a look that seemed to wish death.

“What? Is that 'evil?' You're my secretary. You agreed. I agreed. You don't do any evil shit.” He smirked at her and leaned back in his swiveling chair. When she failed to answer he boiled it down for her.
“Is it evil?”

“No...” She relented. She had already decided that there was a line. To keep him in check she had to stay close and to stay close, she would act beneath that line. He motioned for her to get on with it instead of just standing around thinking. Jaina reluctantly sauntered over to the cabinet and prepared a very rough drink for him. She had gotten pretty good at walking in the new permanent additions to her feet. The heels had become fixtures, so she was forces to get good or fail at walking. The one grace was, since they were part of her foot, there was no chance of them slipping off or breaking. She rounded his desk and placed the drink in front of him. As she turned to walk away she felt her body shift, then found that she could not move her head. Jaina knew what it meant. Her body below the portal choker had been swapped for another nude body belonging to a club worker. She was not yet decided on whether or not this was over the line. It was happening to her, and she viewed herself as being strong enough to take it, but he took far too many liberties in messing with her. She just was not sure if those liberties were on the level where she should blow up an entire block.

“This is a teaching moment.” He stated as her body moved on its own to turn around and straddle him in his seat.

“Really?” Jaina gritted her teeth. The body was not hers, so she could not feel it. She had to admit that he was not really even doing anything to her, just the body that happened to be below her neck. For all she knew, that person was quite willing. There certainly seemed eager in their blind movements to straddle him. It was still humiliating, of course. She felt as though it was her. It was a trick her brain played on her senses when feeling the motion of the foreign body below her. The body could be hers, it was similar. She just had no control over it. That was what made it truly humiliating. The body guided his cock into it's cunt and began riding him skillfully and incredibly enthusiastically. She was forced to take note of the movements and the feel of momentum. She observed where his hands were, on the body's breasts. She then let her gaze wander down to the nethers. The mage was aware of a vague sense of frustration as the lack of feeling became a blessing and a curse; she was not getting anything for the experience, at all. It was a surreal sensation to see her body having sex but to not feel it. Truly, Jaina had not actually had sex in years, so she did not even know what it would feel like, but she noticed the body reacting very favorably and had to admit that it must feel good.  It was doubly strange to be attached to a body that was orgasming without her. To not be able to feel it. She could only jealously feel the shuddering and convulsing of it from her head. Victor rested his hands on her hips and pumped up, cumming inside. Whoever it was, they may be getting pregnant. Jaina could see the belly distending somewhat from the thick load.

As the body got up Jaina was blushing deeply from embarrassment and a faint amount of lust that she could never admit to, but she was relieved when she thought it was over. She grew less and less relieved and more and more embarrassed as the body slid down between Victor's fat legs. She had no control as it leaned her forward and pressed her face into his wet, dirty cock.

“You don't get to leave until it's clean.”

“We are going to be here a while.” She announced willfully.

“The longer you stay here, the more bored the guys looking after your real body are gonna get.” He chuckled. As he said that she felt a pinch on her rear and yelped. Jaina immediately relented. In the moment she caved and decided that this much was also not enough to blow up a building over. Despite the humiliation, it was a fairly easy request. She was also still slightly horny from the experience. Her embarrassment was not just a bad feeling. There was also some excitement inherent in it. It was a feeling she was almost completely unfamiliar with. At least, she had not felt that way in a long time. So, in a moment of weakness she gave in to the desire to taste dick. To give in to a man and let loose a bit. Giving in was made easier by the position she was in. The body guided her movements without her even needing to think and since she did not need to think or move she did not need to shoulder the embarrassment. She had plausible deniability. She had a reason. That is what she told herself as she lustfully let her tongue lap out over his sex-stained length. The hands even did work without her input. It was like she was working together with someone. It took a total of ten minutes to get every inch of Victor's cock wet with saliva. She felt a little sick after all was said and done. The mage had swallowed a lot of grime, a lot of juices. She did not sign up to be a washcloth. She was panting and felt relieved as the body pulled back, then warped back into hers while she was still under the desk. She tried to slide out only for his chair to slide in, trapping her under and between his legs.

“Hey!”

“What?”

“I need to go figure out that problem you set me out to fix.” She argued.

“Oh, sorry. Do you need a workstation and equipment? A genius like you?”

Jaina gritted her teeth. “I need to not have a penis in my face to concentrate on my work.”

“Oh, sorry.” He wagged it in front of her. Her eyes followed the large, pendulous member as it moved within her vision.
“Didn't know you were so easily hypnotized by cock, Proudmoore.”

“I'm-” He interrupted her.

“Or is it the smell of my ball-sweat leakin' into your brain?” Her eye twitched. It actually was. Or at least, it felt like it. She was inches from it and all she could breath, all she could smell was his sweaty member. Even though she had just bathed it with her tongue it seemed as though the man never stopped sweating or stinking. It was ridiculous. She hated it, because it was not a subtle scent, either. It was a powerful, distracting, mind-numbing scent. She could barely think while each breath inhaled humid air wafting off his cock and balls.

“Yes!” She finally answered indignantly.

“Well that's unfortunate because this cock and these two balls are gonna be your world.”

“What?” She questioned.

“Y'know how it's hard for azerothians to breath on other worlds?”

“Curious how YOU know that, but yes.” She continued to breath unevenly.

“Well I want you to understand that this is your natural environment.” He looked down at her with a  gross, black-toothed smile. Victor then pulled her by the hair so that her nose was between his balls and his shaft. Jaina gagged a little.
“Breath normally.”

“Th-the fel do you want?” She coughed, struggling and failing to pull back. She continued to take short, measured breaths of sweaty air.

“I want you to live in this environment. I want you to feel like you need a space-suit when you're venturin' out into fresh air.” He continued holding her in place as his cock grew hard. As he became more aroused it just seemed to make him sweat and stink more. She felt as though she was going to pass out.
“Breath normally.” He ordered again. It was a few minutes of struggling before she finally relented and  just took a deep, necessary breath. Jaina felt dizzy. He pet her gently and let her lean back. It did not help. The smell, the heat from his erect member, it all filled the space under the desk and made it feel like the biome of some alien planet out in the nether. He wanted to make her a denizen of this strange biome, but she did not think it would work. It could not work. Then, as she began breathing normally her lungs stopped burning and instead her pussy started aching. Her mouth watered. After keeping her in that state for several more agonizing minutes he slid back. Jaina quickly crawled out and escaped to the other side of the desk. Once she was outside of his musk she stopped and bit the inside of her bottom lip lightly. It was not a literal need like the desire for air and water, but she did feel a very faint pulling. It was like the desire to leave a room that smelled as you are holding your breath, but in reverse. Jaina Proudmoore inhaled deeply and left.