Degencraft 6 - Recourse (Patreon)

To Jaina's knowledge the only beings capable of consuming souls were undead and demons, and she had done just that. She wondered along those lines exactly what that made her. More importantly, what was Victor when all was said and done? Certainly not just an average privateer. It called into question his apparent ignorance.

“What do you know? Where does all of this come from?” Jaina questioned as she emerged from one of her portals into his office. She pursed her lips and her stern demeanor broke as she noticed he was comfortably stroking off his odd-shaped dick with very little regard for her presence. She narrowed her eyes at him, trading her glance between his cock and his focused expression while she waited.
“Well?”

“Imma bit distracted here. Wait...” He grunted and motioned her over. Jaina reluctantly rounded his desk. Once she was close enough his hand slipped under her skirt and began kneading her rear so aggressively that she had to bend over and brace herself on the corner to keep herself standing. He grunted.
“That's doin' it for me.” He became more at ease as he leaned back into his chair and sunk into a relaxed pose. The powerful mage wished it was not making her so horny just to have his hands on her. That the smell of his raw member this close did not make her head spin.
“Always saw gals this way. Glorified jerk-off aids.” He said conversationally as one of his plump, calloused fingers traced the outline of her pussy through her tight, soaked panties. As he traced up and down idly Jaina wagged her rear back and forth without thinking.

“Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.” She almost spat in response, as well, but maintained some level of composure.

To see women that way is ridi-” She gasped as he slid his hand back, got a grip of her thong panties and abruptly pulled them tight, causing them to ride up and grind between her nether lips and over her clit. She squirted a bit, her back arching and her whole body tensing. For the first time ever, as her mouth fell open and her tongue fell out over her bottom lip she noticed how long it had gotten. Her eyes widened and crossed as though she could see it.

“Stuff that silly thing back in your mouth.” He ordered playfully before adding.
“Don't need my minions to have opinions, really.” He kept the firm grip on her thong, making sure to grind it and keep it rubbing distractingly over her sex.

“Don't need you to be smart, either, honey.” He pulled them one lest time far from her skin then let the underwear snap back. Jaina yelped.

She took a deep breath and a step away while pulling her elongated tongue back into her mouth. It was so comfortable to speak with that she did not even notice. “You said you wanted me to figure this technology and these curses out for you. I agreed. You need my intelligence and my wit. My opinions come with those things.” She asserted.

“Nah.”

“Nah?” She quoted, leaning in to offer him a look of disbelief.

“So you've changed you mind about needing me to figure things out. Or needing a 'minion' to have strong magical aptitude?”

“Nope.”

Jaina Proudmoore leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest. She realized in that moment that her plump tits were still on display. It was too late to become embarrassed over them, so she let them remain exposed and continued along her line of questioning.
“Well which is it?” She asked in exasperation.

“Both.”

She inhaled deeply. He was being short to a frustrating degree. She did her best to remain measured and calm, despite the circumstance.

“You can't have both a dumb bimbo without opinions and a talented magical minion knowledgeable in various arts. That is just-”

“You can be smart without having your own opinions.” He offered smugly.

“Right, Ms. 'Genius?'”

Jaina stopped and deflated somewhat. If she were dumber, as he wanted, she could probably have simply ignored that remark, but she had to admit that he was technically correct.
“Y... es?”

He released his engorged cock that he had been stroking the whole time to clap his hands together. “There we go! Solved. We alter your personality and opinions but keep you smart and powerful.”

She shook her head. “That's-”

Before she could finish he interrupted and said encouragingly. “Great idea, minion.”

“It wasn't my-”

“Such a smart girl.” He offered.

Her cheeks began to burn. Somehow he was getting to her. “Like I said, it was not my-”

“If you kiss my cock I'll cum. Stop thinkin' about useless shit and do your job.” He ordered abruptly. With that command he snapped his fingers in front of her face in a degrading gesture. She bristled a bit, but ultimately felt her body conceding before her mind had a chance to catch up.

“Oh...” Jaina knelt down without thinking. She gripped his member with both hands and offer flared head of it a full, wet, passionate kiss. It was her turn to stroke it idly without thinking as she knelt beside him. She felt oddly content in this position as she watched his strange cock shoot thick, pure-white ropes onto the top of the desk in a clear arc. She shifted uncomfortably for some reason, even though she felt so content a moment ago. It felt like a waste. Before she could think of asking he answered her.

“Hope you don't mind. I finished off another soul while you were away. Think I'm addicted or somethin'.” He laughed.
“One of your sex-addict guards.”

That was the last straw. Jaina stood up and clenched her fists. Ignoring the severity of the situation, Victor merely rested his hands on either side of her wide hips and moved her back and forth to have her dancing a subtle hula. She opened her mouth to speak while her body moved in tune to his manipulation subtly.
“This-”

“Move your upper body, too. So your tits jiggle.” He directed her with his hands again, moving them up and down her side from her waist to her hips. Gradually she forgot what she was saying and just began gyrating and dancing sensually. After a minute Jaina snapped back to reality.

“Wait! That's right! This was the last straw!” She claimed.

“You're still dancin.'” He offered.

Jaina's cheeks flushed. She nodded gratefully and stopped. “What... What was I saying?”

“This is the last straw.”

“Right. This is the last straw! I was going to do... Things for you, so long as you helped me get my charge back to normal and so long as you did not do anything too evil. I would say consuming souls qualifies as extreme evil!” She argued vehemently, gesturing aggressively with her hands and arms.
“That means we are done. I am going to destroy you, and perhaps myself.” She was resolved to do it. There was nothing else left to worry about, truly. She felt safe in her decision to end things.

“Sure. But your guard is still there in a pool on my desk. If you're gonna end things here, may as well 'take her in' and make sure she doesn't go to waste, huh?”

Jaina thought it to be a good point. She licked her lips and turned to stare at the pool of thick white, along with all the other spattered drops around it.
“If she... Is going to waste, anyway...” Jaina turned fully around and exposed her rear to Victor. She then bent down further and brought her face closer to the pool. As she lapped at it with her long tongue and sucked down the liquid she felt ecstatic. Magic was immediately releasing and spreading to all corners of her body, triggering what felt like mini-orgasms. Jaina knew the pool of cum was a soul and knew that the magic she was being given from it was that soul's destruction. The permanent, humiliating end to another person in her reality. She panted and moaned, having to stop. Her face was so close to it that her tits were pressed against the desk and her nipples were rubbing and getting stimulated. For a moment she thought about just what position she had put herself in. Then she felt the hands around her hips again, and the cock pressing insistently against her tight cunt. Jaina gritted her teeth, turned her head and snarled in a way she did not think she could or would.

Immediately she yelped and her eyes welled up with tears as Victors heavy hand fell for the first time with full force onto her rear once, twice, a third time. It left a red mark in the shape of a big, fat hand. It was so red and vivid that it may as well have been a tatoo.
“Don't snarl at me, cunt.” She felt dazed, but not dazed enough to lack a desire to respond. If it were just the spankings she may have, but that sensation of pain was quickly followed up by his cock slamming into her without any hesitation. Her back arched steeply and her whole body tensed. She had seen it, seen that it was too big. Seen that it had odd flared sections and ribs and other things that should have made it uncomfortable. But it was quite the opposite. It had pushed in so easily, as though she was made to take it. Then he pulled free just as quickly. Jaina let out a lewd mewling noise. She felt as though he was pulling her insides free as he did, but it was all an illusion. She was all still there and all that was left was the feeling of being plunged over and over again as he fucked her relentlessly.
“Finish your meal, you dumb bitch!” He growled back at her aggressively, pushing the side of her face, and the beautiful, silky hair of the most talented mage in the world down into a pool of sticky cum. As her cheek pressed into it she wished she could have said that she resisted. Instead, she felt the magic seeping off of it, evaporating into the air instead of being given to her. The moment her tongue left her lips and began to shamefully lap it up there came an almost imperceptible shift in her brain.

It was a well-known phenomenon that certain magic changed people. Undead were made more bitter by their transformation, even if they were given full control of themselves. Demons were almost universally malevolent. Whatever she was, she could not say, but one thing was for sure. Jaina proudmoore suddenly became incredibly horny and thirsty, but not 'evil' or 'bitter'. She still felt like she needed to justify what she was doing.

“C-can't let it go to waste.” Her eyes lit up gleefully as her tongue lapped at the desk while her face remained pressed into it. Meanwhile she could not ignore the fact that Victor's cock was world-endingly good. Each thrust she almost passed out and it felt like it took her to a new and better afterlife. Each time he pulled out made her feel like everything she was was being pulled out with it. As she finished licking up what remained of her guard, a bit more was shot into her womb from his twitching, orgasmic cock. He released her head but she still did not move. She felt too good to move. She wanted to relax and finish digesting the last of the soul before figuring out what she was going to do about Victor.