Chapter Twelve - Never gonna give you up

Two more customers showed up that afternoon, but they both were regulars who had come for Felicia and Charlie, respectively. I regretted not bringing a book like Felicia had, but in the end, I left the apartment with nearly 800 pounds burning in my pocket. I took the bus home, stingy as ever. Halfway along the ride, my phone beeped at me, Livia texting me if everything was ok. Oh, she had expected me to take another taxi. I replied and explained myself, asking for her forgiveness. She replied with a big heart and “…should have known…”

“So how did it go?” was the first thing she said when she opened the door. I grinned at her, slowly closed the door behind me, and then pulled the money out of my bra—no way I’d carry so much money anywhere else while riding the bus. She stared at the big wad, then grabbed it to count the bills. Then she counted them again. “Did you rob a bank on your way home? How many men did you have to fuck for that?”

“One.”

“Holy mackerel. You fleeced a single one for his pension savings in one go?”

“Oh, come on, it’s not that much.”

“Bull. Shit. That’s more than I make in an evening and night unless they want something kinky.”

“Well, there you have it. I went plenty of kinky. Had him smiling like an idiot at the end. He was so far gone, he gave me every last bill he had in his wallet.”

“That result matches my expectations based on your skill levels,” Gamma stated matter-of-factly. “I would suggest being careful on longer engagements. Continuous application of a high-level lovemaking skill could be dangerous or even deadly for a base human.”

We both stared at her. I had completely forgotten about that skill, not even questioning how I had known what to do. “This was a 2-hour job, but he slept about half the time. I’d say he was close to his limit at the end.

Gamma pondered that for a moment. “Did you level the skill up?”

I checked, and she was right. And there was more.

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Skill gained. “Sexual domination (reality altering)” Level 1. You dominate a victim’s mind through sexual acts. At lower levels, these effects are short-lived and have to align with the victim’s general persona; at higher levels, they can become a form of permanent mind control. (Description added by me. The skill came with a general feeling of what it did but no actual text.)

I tried—and failed—to whistle appreciatively. I had never been able to do that, and the new reality didn’t change that. Got an extra skill to fuck them into stupidity. I didn’t want to tell Livia about those effects verbatim. How would she be able to trust me ever again, knowing I could do that to her every day?

“Now that sounds useful,” Livia said. “Any tips on how to get it?”

“I’m not sure. It’s listed as classless, but it is reality-altering, which is a racial speciality for me. I have no idea if it’s even possible for you to get it,” please, no. “I think I got it because I took control and steered him very intentionally.” I shrugged. That was pure speculation.

Gamma looked perplexed, so I turned to her. She took the social queue. “Reality altering skills should not be classless. Classless skills are those everyone can learn, no matter their race or class. But regular humans cannot alter reality.”

“Any guess what’s going on then?”

“Maybe Alpha is polishing the setting? She may not want to change your race before she’s done with it?” Gamma looked lost. Speculating about this couldn’t be easy for her, she was used to knowing that stuff as she controlled it.

“I can go with this theory for now,” Livia said. “Are you in for fucking me stupid, or are you spent?” She moved in, ending the sentence with a light kiss while teasing my nipples with hers.

“I’ve got hours of pent-up horniness to unload…after food. I’m starving.”

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We had supper, then Livia practically dragged me into the bedroom. There she stood, shivering slightly, and commanded me to undress her. I did so, making sure to tease her skin with light touches of my hands. I had expected her to be commando—she did that often when she planned on having sex with me—but instead, she had on a pair of rather boring panties. I went to inspect what was going on, noticing the flaps of a sanitary napkin. Was she on her period? I had not kept track of that over the year, and we did not magically sync. But then she had an ability to control that now, just like I did.

I slowly ran my finger along the edge between the napkin and her skin. It felt wet but didn’t come back red. She shivered even more, locking up her knees and grabbing my hair to stay upright. Was she that horny?

I dug deeper, slowly freeing her pussy. She, indeed, was dripping so heavily that she had soaked the napkin to capacity. I gave her clitoris a lick, then kissed it before peeling back the cover even more. So close to her I could hear a slight hum, and I felt a vibration in her skin. Both were easily explained by the thin cable that came into sight when I exposed the entrance to her vagina.

She had had that in for the last two hours or so? No wonder she was desperate. “You’ll never know when I’ll take the bus,” I teased, then pulled the panties off completely.

“Fuck!” she groaned. “Fuck me already!”

“Who’s been a bad girl? Having fun on her own?”—” Me. Punish, ahhh…” I had slid my fingers between her labia. “I will. Now stand straight and … don’t come.”

She did stand straighter but still with her legs apart. I used my left hand to guide her legs together. “Straight I said. Make those heels touch!” She did, capturing my right hand in her folds. I began to slowly massage them, not penetrating her. My palm touched her clit from time to time, further teasing her. I could feel her hanging over the edge, ready to climax the second her willpower waned. “You are not allowed to come,” I repeated. “If you do, I’ll put you into a chastity belt for a month.”

“Y-Yes, mistress,” she managed to squeeze out between ragged breaths. She was now trembling all over, and I had to steady her with my second hand on her arse. I increased my teasing around her entrance, also grabbing the cable between two fingers and wiggling it, making the vibrator inside her move.

That’s when she lost body control, locking up and falling forward. I caught her over my shoulder. “Gnnnn,” she said with clenched teeth but still held herself from release. I wondered how far I could go until she couldn’t hold it anymore. She already was way over what I would have believed possible. Let’s find out.

I pushed two fingers inside her. “Don’t!” I repeated in a low and threatening tone. I now touched the vibrator with my fingertips. It was in deep, some kind of egg, not a dick-shaped tool rod. It stimulated well, running on what I’d judge as high setting, but it couldn’t do what I could: Clamp all the tissue between her vag and clit and massage it between my fingers. Debate the elusive G-spot all you want; there are enough nerve endings in that handful to balance the rest of the body.

“Please,” she begged through clenched teeth, it nearly ununderstandable. “What?” I asked in reply. “Punish you or reward you?”

“P-punish…”

Really? I slapped her arse with my left hand. First, one arse cheek, then the other. The claps were loud, reverberating from the walls as I had put in considerable force. She trembled and squirmed, her pussy clenching around my fingers, but she held. I don’t know how I knew…actually, I did. My skill allowed me to sense it; she wouldn’t be able to hold much longer. I only had seconds, so I stopped the massage my right hand was giving her. “Beg me!” I said, slapping one arse cheek with each word.

“Please,” I think she tried to say. It was enough for me; I started again with my right hand, stimulating her as fast as I could move my fingers, and then commanded, “Come for me, now!”

And came she did. Where she had been clenched up to hold it in, she now lost it. She trembled and jerked for a good two minutes, even losing her bladder control. Afterwards, she hung limp in my arms, an aftertremor running through her every couple of seconds. Her eyes were blank, her mind erased from pleasure. I put her down on the bed, snuggling in beside her.

She lay there, in the after throws of that single orgasm, for a good half hour before her mind rebooted. I enjoyed every second of it. That feeling of absolute power over her, of her giving up any control, was intoxicating. In a way it was like that one event, only I had stayed in full control of myself, not losing it. Oh, and the result had been a “little death”, not a literal one.

It also gained me two skill-ups in sexual domination, bringing it all the way up to level 3 in one go.

That seemed a bit much, but it may just be the system integrating prior experience. Like it had given me skills at higher levels initially. That would make sense for an “oops, forgot that one” late addition.

“Marry me,” Livia mumbled once she was able to again. “Sure, dummy. Want to set a date?” What the fuck had I just said? Proposing was one thing, but a date? That was making things official.

“Right now,” she said.

“I don’t think that’s how that works. Um, how does it work?” Call me stupid, but I never had paid any attention to what kind of paperwork one had to file when or where to get married. “Other than flying to Vegas, please.” That would be accepted in the UK, I think? Or was that just an urban myth? “I’m not an Elvis fan.”

“They also have Santa…”

“And if they had the Easter Bunny. No, for me. I want a nice old-fashioned church wedding.”

“One more argument for Vegas.”

“They don’t do lesbians here?”

“Nope. Only blessings. Unless you want to go to Scotland for that.” Oh, right, I remembered now. There had been something on the news about that, which was what had prompted us to invade that church.

“Arseholes. But at least they do baptisms for any kids we’ll have, don’t they?”

“Hey, I got an achievement,” Livia said suddenly. Time hadn’t stopped, so she had notifications off now, too, and was catching up on the side.

“What is it? Most awesomest fiancée of all time?”

“I wish. It’s a bit weird, to be honest. It’s called ‘Anti-Villain’, and it’s about letting me be utterly dominated when I have a race that’s all about dominating others.”

“So the system is mocking you for being bad at being yourself?” I said with a chuckle.

“Maybe. But the reward is awesome. All my skills are considered to be one level higher for determining their effect while I’m with someone I’m submissive to. I also get a 20% boost when I’m ordered to do something detrimental to me and submit to that order.”

“Sounds, um, kinda OP?” I wasn’t sure about the implications and hadn’t come to grips with Livia being submissive anyway. I still felt a bit guilty doing it, or enjoying it, or something.

“It is. The second part seems exploitable. ‘Detrimental’ is open as hell, and it has no restrictions on who’s ordering me around. Could be a client telling me to suck him off or an enemy taunting me to hit him.”

“I hadn’t even suspected anything like that…” I mused. “How do you come up with those ideas?”

“Let me see. One of us owns a computer that’s younger than herself…”

“Hey, my laptop’s not that ancient!”

“It’s running XP.”

“Not anymore.”

“You got a new one?”

“No, I installed Ubuntu.”

“Pfft. Even less gaming for you.”

“So?”

“That’s where I got those ideas from, dummy.”

I sighed. Gaming had been my hobby, back when I lived with my parents. Livia had made fun of me for it until I had gotten her hooked on HuniePop. Then she had insisted that wasn’t a “game” game. Now tables had turned.

“Which reminds me,” Livia said. “I got you a moving-in present.”

“The one I just unwrapped and mishandled?” I joked. Shit, she was spending money like a pro. Maybe even as fast as she was making it, though that seemed less and less likely the more I learnt about her family.

“Used goods don’t count as presents,” she stopped halfway through the sentence as she noticed what she’d said. We chuckled together. “I got you a new laptop. You can’t very well carry the big computer around when you’re at work.”

“And with Gamma clinging to it.” I joked. “Thank you.”

“Shut up,” she said and snuggled close, closing her eyes. I kissed her hair and relaxed, too. “Lights?” Livia mumbled, already mostly asleep.

I flicked the switch telekinetically, finally remembering I had skills.