Melissa's Gauntlet, Trial 2: Thinking Outside the Galaxy (Patreon)

Commissioned by 10K

“Where are you going, babe?” Isabelle moaned as she stretched her long limbs after waking and receiving a nice fucking from her boyfriend at 6:30 AM. He had refused at first, but Isabelle told him that he wanted nothing more than to plow away inside her, and that was that. His mind was hers to mold, just like everyone else’s in the entire universe. And he loved being twisted and manipulated by her simple glances.

“I thought you had to go to work early. To catch up with stuff you’re behind on, you know?” He slid out of bed in the nude. He was always in the nude. It was Isabelle’s orders, and she was the infinite breadwinner of the household. He was the trophy husband, and his role was to satisfy his live in girlfriend sexually, keep his body in prime condition, fuck her brains out, cook her meals, suck on her nipples, clean the house, and eat her pussy until he drowned in her love juices. Oh, and also anything else she could think of.

“Did I tell you you could get out of bed?” Isabelle gave him a playful look.

“Ah, no honey, forgive me. I just thought I’d make you some breakfast and send you on your way.” Brian stood there in the cold morning chill, his always-erect flagpole at full attention per Isabelle’s orders.

“Mm, come back to bed, baby. Your girlfriend wants another good dicking,” Isabelle patted the bed.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy!”

Brian climbed back into bed as Isabelle’s eyes glowed, incinerating their heavy blanket into nothingness. Her nude, invulnerable body was on complete display, and Brian was immediately on the edge of an orgasm from just the vision of her loveliness alone!

“No coming without my say so, pet!” Isabelle ordered as she increased his torment by fondling the massive, round flesh pillows on her chest. Brian, the good pet that he was, knew that she loved having them massaged. His only regret was that he wasn’t strong enough to budge them a fraction of an inch. But then again, neither could a jackhammer. Or a nuclear warhead.

So Brian just advanced, his dick leaking, balls burning and aching. His arousal grew more intense every second as Isabelle made a spectacle of herself, giving herself the necessary stimulation that he was unable to.

“Mistress, please...” Brian begged as he got on his knees and aimed his overdue erection against her superhuman slit. She was so tight, he couldn’t even enter her unless she let him.

His only recourse was to rub his angry cockhead against her slick, silky folds. Except it only drove him wilder, more desperate, his mind slipping as he turned into an unthinking animal in heat. Her intimate folds drove pure pleasure shooting through his impressive manhood and sent that pleasure coursing through every nerve in his body.

“I’m feeling so lazy today,” Isabelle hissed through slightly parted lips as she continued to massage her titanic tits. “This might be a little painful for you, baby. I’m not going to control myself as much as I usually do. Do you still want to fuck me?”

Even if Brian had wanted to say no, a diamond-crumbling pinch of her dark cherry nipples and her moan of galactic arousal shattered any resistance he could have mustered.

“Yes Mistress, please! Let me fuck you! I’ll try to do a good job!” Brian begged.

“Okay, my good, sweet boy.” Isabelle almost felt pity for her boyfriend.

Suddenly, the gates opened slightly. Brian gasped as he felt himself pushing inward, with more and more of her hot velvet surrounding his glans, then down and down his shaft. The further he got, the more difficult it became. Her vise-like grip squashed his already multiple-times enhanced member, thanks to Isabelle’s milk, but every time he thought he’d become strong enough to tolerate the pain, her effortless fucking proved him wrong every time.

“Come on, push harder!” Isabelle instructed.

“I’m... trying...” Brian whined as he gripped her knees to try to pull himself inward. And despite his exhaustive efforts, despite the painful squeeze he was experiencing, he was still so desperate to come!

“Here, let me help you,” Isabelle whispered huskily as another pinch of her nipples fired a stream of milk that obliterated the roof of their house.

She wrapped her long legs behind his back, and without softening her inner grip, placed her heels on his firm buttocks and pressed him inside in one continuous, effortless push.

“Arrrrrrgh!” Brian screamed as the pain became so unbearable, he saw stars. He tried to push against her body to ease himself back out, but Isabelle was far too powerful for that.

“Oh yes! I can feel you! This is great! Keep fucking me!” Isabelle ordered.

Her command overwrote his withering willpower, but even under his mistress’s command, he was physically incapable of extricating himself.

Isabelle was so wrapped up in her own pleasure, still disintegrating large swaths of the roof with a wicked stream of her milk, that she didn’t even realize that she had rendered Brian totally helpless. She began to move him telekinetically, pumping him in and out, her own grip no impediment for her powers.

Brian held on for dear life as she forced him to ride this ride. If she weren’t so slick inside, he was certain his dick would have burned off from the friction already! Instead, the sight and scent of her milk, the heated blood pumping into his searing iron begging for release, the complete and utter loss of control of his own body, entirely hers to command, drove him to dizzying desperation.

He needed to come so badly!

“Ah, ah, almost...” Isabelle squeezed her eyes shut as the all familiar clench of her climax was imminent. A few more pinches, a few more thrusts, and...

“I’m,I’m coming!!!” she squealed.

Her orgasmic cry flattened the rest of the house as Brian covered his ears. A few seconds later, Isabelle took a deep calming breath, and was back to her usual, perfecter than perfect self.

Brian was still inside of her, his imminent orgasm still pounding at her pink gates, his shaft buried to the hilt.

“Aw, did I forget about you, pet? You did such a good job! I’ll give you a reward!”

Brian should have known better than to get his hopes up, but Isabelle always drove him to sexual insanity. He begged that this time she would give him release.

Isabelle loosened her inner grip and slid backwards on what remained of the bed, completely unaided. Inch by inch, she revealed his glistening shaft, covered with her love juices. She gave his head one final intimate squeeze before letting him out with a wet pop.

“Go ahead and let your orgasm dribble out slowly,” she commanded.

Brian whined as one thick rope of semen leaked out of his slit unproductively, giving him absolutely no pleasure as he emptied himself.

“There you go...” Isabelle watched the entire process with fascination. She floated into the air and gave his shaft a soft stroke with her fingertip, causing Brian to surge with arousal anew, but still releasing the pressure at an unsatisfying pace.

“I love it!!” Isabelle giggled. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you plenty of aftercare, my baby... after you’re done in maybe ten minutes. Oops, fifteen now, after I touched you with my finger. Sorry!”

Her phone rang.

“Keep it down, okay Brian?” she requested without forcing his mind.

He nodded and whimpered with tears in his eyes.

“Hello? I’m late? Ugh, I know. Do I have to work today?” Isabelle spoke as she idly twirled her red hair in her fingers. Suddenly, she froze up and stopped. Her voice ceased being petulant.

“Yes. Yes M. I will obey. I’m sorry, sorry sorry sorry! I will do as you say!”

The other party hung up first. Isabelle shuddered and put herself back together before conjuring up some fishnet stockings, a short red skirt, and a black tee over a long sleeved shirt.

“Everything... okay?” Brian asked as he continued to leak. A large puddle of semen was forming in front of him.

“M is a little mad at me,” Isabelle sighed.

“I can’t believe there’s someone you’re afraid of, Mistress,” Brian said as he tried to pump his dick. It didn’t help.

“Aw man, the mood is ruined. Go ahead and just come it all out,” Isabelle ordered.

Brian felt his floodgates open as his entire body clenched up. It was all over in ten, violent spurts. Rope after rope of his cum erupted from his dick until he was all empty and happy.

“Did you like that?” Isabelle asked.

“It was... great...” Brian panted.

“I still owe you that aftercare. Tell you what, why don’t I just work from home today? I don’t have to conquer that galaxy if there’s no galaxy left to conquer...”

“That would be wonderful, Mistress!”

“Come here and you can bury your head in my soft cleavage. I’ll be nice and gentle and slow this time. But I get to be on top.”

She wrapped her supple legs around his kneeling form as she focused on letting her body soften enough for Brian to enjoy it. Pulling her skirt aside, she aligned the wet, waiting entrance of her labia with Brian’s softening erection.

“Go hard for me, baby,” she whispered hotly into his ear.

A second later, she rode him gently, like soft waves on a placid beach. While Brian was receiving the most wonderful fucking of his life, Isabelle’s attention was elsewhere...

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“Sir! Sirius four has been destroyed!”

“What do you mean, destroyed! It’s an entire planet!”

“These intense green beams of energy came out of nowhere and just shattered it! They were so wide and never seemed to lose any energy as they traveled! In fact, it seemed to intensify as it got closer to the planet!”

“First destroyed, now shattered! With these impossibilities! Officer, if you are lying to me...”

“General, I mean it! There’s nothing... nothing left!”

“Impossible!”

Their headquarter’s view screen turned on. The image was zoomed in on Isabelle’s face... though she seemed to be bobbing up and down rather rhythmically. At the bottom of the frame, they could see her breasts rising and falling. Her long, sensuous fingers were gripping and kneading her womanly flesh, and there seemed to be another person’s head buried between them.

They all gulped in arousal, jealous of the lucky person who was so erotically trapped in between her bosoms.

“Who is this... this!” The general barked. He almost tacked on the word “beauty” or “goddess” but managed to find the composure to control himself.

“Your stupid galaxy ruined my day,” Isabelle neglected to introduce herself. She continued to fondle herself, but made sure to hold back enough so she didn’t turn them into immediate lust slaves.

“Who are you!” The general barked. “Stop wasting my time!”

“Oh, I guarantee you, this is not a waste of your time. It’s a waste of mine. I was tasked to eliminate your galaxy, but all I want to do is spend time with my lover!”

“Enough! Off screen!”

But the computers ignored the general’s request. Isabelle just stayed on the screen with a bored, annoyed look on her face.

“Watch. I’m going to destroy... that planet now.”

A 3D holographic map pulled up in the middle of their briefing room with one planet highlighted.

“Now boys, watch me...” Isabelle ordered.

They all turned to look at their viewscreen, unable to disobey.

Isabelle craned her neck back. Her eyes buzzed with power as they turned green and opaque, before two magnificent beams of unending, unstoppable energy made its way out into space, growing ever more powerful as it traveled through the interstellar vacuum, before detonating another planet as she’d promised.

“Sir! The planet... it’s... gone!”

“I-impossible...” the general trembled as he began to sweat profusely. “Why are you attacking us... we’ve done nothing...” he pleaded.

“Look, if I had my way, I’d just leave you alone. You’re right. You’ve done nothing, you are nothing. But you’re getting in my way of a day off of work, so sucks to be you guys. Look, I’m going to destroy this one next.”

Another planet on the 3D map got the spotlight.

“But that’s... that’s us...”

“Back to me boys! Look into my eyes! They’ll be the last thing you ever see! I know you think I’m a beautiful goddess, so enjoy your last moment!” Isabelle began to power up once more as she fondled her breasts. “I know how much you love seeing me massage my boobs like this, so why don’t you orgasm before you die?”

Right before their imminent, planetary genocide, they heard the sound of a male voice screaming itself hoarse in sexual ecstasy as they themselves flooded their pants with their sexual fluids.

And then their planet exploded.