Two months later.
"Oy! Can you raise the heat a little?"
"Hmm?... Oh... S-Sorry, Mistress."
FUSHH!
A burst of fiery energy surged.
"Good... now we can finish these bloody damn repairs," I growled under my breath, picking up another metal pole and shoving it into the makeshift furnace.
Currently, I am repairing a part of the teleporter and building some kind of single satellite based on Herma's blueprint. Fortunately, we had plenty of materials, and I could always buy more from my breeding shop if needed. But resources weren't the issue. Heat was. And I had to get creative.
The solution?
"Ahh~"
I only have one source of heat.
"Stop moaning like a slut," I snapped, gripping the metal rod tighter and rotating it with deliberate force.
"I... I can't help it, Mistress. The rod is too big," she whined, her voice dripping with lust as her inner walls clenched around the heated metal.
That's right. I was using her vagina as a living fucking furnace. Two months of breaking her down, taming her fire, and now her body was mine to use however I pleased.
"Too big, is it?" I scoffed, pulling the glowing metal pole out of her fire-slicked cunt. The thick, acrid scent of scorched divine energy mixed with sex hung in the air, a perfume I was starting to find disturbingly appealing.
"You took a 16-inch cock down your pussy, slave. A piece of metal is not 'too big.' It's perfect."
Sparks danced in the dim light as I twisted the glowing metal rod inside her, heat hissing with every slow, grinding stroke. Madam X's thighs quivered, spread wide and strapped to a brutal steel rig I repurposed for this very reason.
FUSHH!
Each time I drove the rod deeper, her cunt contracted, clinging like a vise, clenching like her body wanted to melt the steel by force of will—or lust. The edges of her red-hot pussy shimmered, actual steam rising from between her legs, mixing with sweat pouring down her sides.
She wasn't originally built for this, but I made sure to rebuild her for it.
"I told you to clench, not cum, you pathetic forge-whore," I growled, slamming the rod deeper. Her whole body arched. "You're a forge now. Act like one. Keep the heat steady."
"Y-Yes, Mistress," she gasped, her eye rolling back as another wave of heat pulsed from her core. The metal rod in my hands was nearly molten now, perfect for bending into the shape Herma's schematics demanded.
I pulled the rod out, her slick juices coating the heated metal, steaming in the cool air of the workshop. Her whimper followed, a pitiful sound that made my cock twitch under my panties.
"Pathetic," I muttered, swiftly bending the metal rod into a circular shape and attaching it to the desired place on the teleporter. "You're dripping all over the place. Can't even keep your shit together for a simple job."
"I-I'm sorry... Mistress."
"Shh... Just try harder next time," I said, patting her head like she was a good dog. "But you did a good job and deserve a reward."
"T-Thank you, Mistress..." Her eyes instantly lit up at the word 'reward.'
'I broke her real good,' I thought with a wicked smile as I removed the shackles that bound her wrists to the rig, before dropping my weight onto the nearby sofa.
After I regained my link to my offspring and was able to communicate with them, I informed them more about my situation to ease their worries.
Fortunately, nothing bad happened, and my kids are doing fine. As for Lora... well...
The little goddess fell into deep depression. To this day, she still couldn't move past the massacre that blue-haired bitch Ria did to her followers. Lucy and Katarina are taking care of her, but their efforts made little to no difference.
Nyari'ael is fine too, just a little bored since her friend Fobo—the male Fabbit—is recovering from his injuries and she can't go outside to play. Her mother, CuteCat—who was outside the domain during the attack—was angry that our daughter dared to pull a risky move, attacking Madam X and breaking her bracelet.
Speaking of that incident, Nyari'ael shared with me every little detail, especially the ones about Madam X repeatedly punching Lora's cute face to the point that Katarina had to buy, with her faith points, a high-grade healing potion just to fix her face.
When I learned that, something inside me snapped.
The result?
48 hours of non-stop brutal punching of Madam X to the face and body.
I didn't stop until every single bone in her body broke—even her skull. If she weren't a former goddess with a divine soul, then she would be in a morgue by now.
And the ironic, infuriating part? Madam X took it. She actually enjoyed the punishment.
It was then that she fully broke, and the blood seal took root inside her soul, completely transforming her into my slave. The funny part was that I started to enjoy her presence too.
It wasn't just punishment anymore but a form of... sadistic pleasure for me.
Madam X—whose real name was Augusta, the former goddess of fire and forge—became my sex slave, and she loved it so much that she managed to awaken a minor concept in sex.
"Get over here, slave," I barked, snapping my fingers and pointing to the floor in front of me. "Crawl. Don't make me wait."
"Y-Yes, Mistress," she stammered, her voice hoarse as she slid off the rig. Her knees hit the hard floor with a dull thud, and she dragged herself forward, her body quivering with every move. Her thighs were slick, dripping with her own mess, and the way her breasts swayed as she crawled made my cock throb harder against my panties.
I spread my legs wider, letting her see the bulge straining against my dampened underclothes.
"Look at what you've done, you filthy forge-whore. Got me all worked up while I'm trying to fix this damn teleporter." I hooked my thumbs under the hem of my underclothes, letting the material slide down my thighs, freeing my 16-inch monster to spring free, the thick shaft already glistening with precum.
"M-My apologies, Mistress. It won't happen again," she said, her gaze locked on my cock, her eye dark with desire. Her breathing hitched as I took it in my hands, her tongue wetting her lips as she watched, waiting, wanting.
'Mmm... I love to see her so needy,' I thought as I grabbed the back of her head, forcing it downward, my cock brushing her cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum on her skin.
"Suck it. Every fucking inch. You've taken worse."
"Yes... Yes, Mistress," she gasped, her eye fluttering shut as she opened her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, lapping at the precum, and I groaned, my grip tightening in her hair.
Slowly, I began rocking my hips. Her hot, wet mouth closed around the tip of my cock, her lips stretching tight as she struggled to take in the girth. She didn't stop, didn't slow down. She kept moving forward, swallowing inch after inch, her throat tightening around me as she pushed herself deeper, my cockhead forcing past her gag reflex as she struggled to take me.
'She really knows how to suck...' I closed my eyes, moaning softly, letting my head fall back, getting lost in the feeling. 'My training didn't go to waste after all.'
"Fuck, that's it," I hissed, looking down at her trembling form on her knees. "Look at you, Augusta. A goddess of fire turned into my cock-hungry bitch. You love this shit, don't you?"
"Hgh! Y-Yes, Mistress! I love it," she whined around my cock, her tongue lapping at the underside, trying to give me a better blowjob. Her eye locked onto mine, desperate for approval.
I yanked her head back suddenly, my cock popping free with a wet, sloppy sound. Strings of spit and precum stretched between her lips and my shaft as she gasped for air, her chest heaving, her face a mess of drool and lust.
"Say it," I snapped, slapping my cock against her cheek, smearing more of my precum across her skin. "Tell me what you are. Loud and clear."
"I-I'm your slave, Mistress," she panted, her voice raw and broken. "Y-You own me... my body... my heart... my soul... I'm nothing but your whore, your forge. Your filthy whore. Your cocksleeve. I live to serve you. Y-You can use me as you please."
"Do you regret it?" I asked, reaching down to grab her chin. She whimpered as my fingers brushed over that scar, her eye fluttering shut as she leaned into my touch. "Do you wish you'd never fallen?"
"N-No. I regret nothing... Mistress." She shook her head, opening her eye and staring right into mine. "Quite the opposite. I... I feel like I've... finally come home... You opened my eyes to the light."
I knew what she meant.
We were both damned souls. Fallen. Broken. In pain.
We were survivors, and that gave us something special, something that couldn't be taken from us. Something that even the most powerful being in this universe could not break.
We knew loss. We understood loneliness. We'd fought and sacrificed so much, we'd rather die than continue the war.
"I... I truly love being your slave, Mistress," she continued, her voice low, soft, trembling with a deep, raw need. "I'm your slave and... y-your forge. I... I live to please you, Mistress. And I... I love being broken by your hands... b-because you... You break me to... t-to make me stronger. Moreover, you made that promise to me."
"Tsk, you are getting too emotional, slut." I gave her a dark smirk and leaned back, my hand sliding down to her shoulder, then her chest, then her breasts. My fingers trailed over her nipples, her body trembling, her breathing ragged as she struggled to hold back a moan.
Augusta meant every word she said, and she wasn't influenced by the blood seal. In fact, I never used the seal at all. From the moment she broke until now, all her actions were her own.
She genuinely loves being dominated by me. And one of the reasons why she fully gave herself to me was because I gave her a reason to live.
The promise.
Augusta was a mother who tried to protect her daughter no matter what. Unfortunately, she lost her daughter to the void, and that was the turning point that led to her defeat.
However, when she learned that I could impregnate her, giving her another daughter... she offered me anything I wanted if I could do that.
Anything.
So I promised her to give her a daughter if she agreed to become my slave and help me get revenge on that one-eyed bastard.
"Ahhh~... that would be so much fun."