"Phew... at last, all finished."
The sigh tore out of my chest as I slumped into the cracked leather sofa, sweat sliding down my spine like molten silver. The teleporter was finally coming together; the last of the heated metal rods bent and secured into place.
"Hmm?" Looking down, I spotted Augusta crawling toward me. She was in a worse condition than I, which was understandable—I mean, I used her as a living forge during work hours and as a sex slave during the break. But that didn't stop her from having that needy look in her eye.
Additionally, after another two months of 'training,' her minor concept of sex evolved into a major one—a low one, but a third concept nonetheless.
Augusta, the Goddess of Fire, Forge, and Sex.
"..."
Former goddess... BUT! Can you believe me if I said that sometimes the red-haired slut was hornier than I?
ME! THE MORGANA!!!
It got me to even wonder if Anamnesis lied to me by saying that I was the horniest woman in the universe.
Hmm... maybe he meant the future me? Who knows.
Anyway, what mattered right now was that I had a high-quality slave who refused nothing and was eager to try anything. Hell, I even rewarded her with the 'Futanarization' skill so she could grow a cock and fuck me.
My little sister down there needed some attention, too, after all.
"Mistress~" Augusta cooed, resting her head on my lap, her voice dripping with lust. "I... I'm so... horny. Can I... do you, please?"
I said nothing as I spread my legs wider and slid my fingers between my pussy lips, feeling the heat that still lingered from yesterday's fun.
I removed my cock since it got in the way of working, so I was super smooth down there.
"You wanna taste, slave?" I asked, my voice low and rough as I rubbed my fingers over my clit, spreading the wetness. "You think you've earned that?"
"Yes, Mistress," she whimpered, her eye locked on my hand, practically drooling as she watched me touch myself. "Please... I'll do anything. Let me serve you. Let me lick you. I need it."
"Anything, huh?" I chuckled, grabbing a fistful of her red hair and yanking her head closer until her face was inches from my dripping cunt. "Then get to work, whore. Show me how much you want it."
Her tongue flicked out instantly, lapping at my folds like a starved animal. I groaned, my grip tightening in her hair as I shoved her face deeper, grinding against her mouth. Her lips closed around my clit, sucking hard, her tongue moving with eager desperation.
I looooove this feeling.
"Fuck, that's it," I growled, my other hand gripping the armrest of the sofa as she devoured me. "Eat me out, Augusta. Use that slutty little tongue of yours. Make me cum."
"Mmph!" she moaned into me, her tongue plunging deeper, licking and sucking with desperate need. Her hands gripped my thighs, nails digging into my skin as she worked, her face buried between my legs, and all I could hear was the lovely wet, sloppy sound.
"Look at you," I sneered, yanking her hair to pull her back just enough to see her face—flushed, messy, and dripping with my juices. "A goddess of sex now, huh? All you're good for is being my personal fucktoy. You love this, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress!" she gasped, panting for breath, her lips glistening. "I love it! I love serving you! Please, let me keep going. I wanna make you feel good!"
"Then don't stop," I snapped, shoving her face back down. "Finish what you started, slut."
She dove back in, her tongue working even harder, flicking over my clit in tight circles while her fingers slipped inside me, pumping in and out. My head fell back against the sofa, a low moan tearing from my throat as the pleasure built, yet I was far from reaching my climax.
All because I was bored.
Don't get me wrong—I love sex, and Augusta, after training and developing the sex aspect, was probably one of the best partners I ever had. But... you know, I'm not built for just one partner.
I need more than just one. I craved more.
It's like a mortal can't survive on just one type of food—I can't survive with just one partner. I need many partners, and I mean MANY! And on top of that, the longing for my kids and lovers affected me too.
I miss them so much that it hurts.
And sex was a great way to deal with that pain.
"Mistress..." Augusta pulled away suddenly, her voice rough with lust, her eye glazed with want. "I-I need to be inside you. P-Please."
I raised an eyebrow, smirking down at Augusta as her desperate plea hung in the air. Her face was a mess, slick with my juices, her red hair plastered to her sweat-soaked forehead. The raw hunger in her single eye made my insides squirm, my cunt clenching around nothing, aching to be filled.
"You need it that badly, huh?" I said lazily, tracing her jaw with my finger. "My little forge can't hold her heat anymore?"
"N-No, Mistress... I need to let it out... inside you..." she whispered, her voice shaking. "Please... I'll be gentle—"
"Gentle?" I laughed. "You think I want you to be gentle?"
"Alright, whore. Show me what that 'Futanarization' skill of yours can do. But if you don't make me scream, I'm strapping you back to the rig and leaving you there till tomorrow. Got it?"
"!!!" Her eye lit up with a mix of fear and excitement, a shaky nod escaping her.
"Yes, Mistress. I'll... I'll make you feel so good. I promise."
"Then do it," I snapped, spreading my legs wider on the sofa, my pussy glistening and ready. "Grow that cock and get to work. Don't waste my time."
Augusta closed her eye, her breath hitching as she focused. A faint shimmer of energy pulsed around her body, and then I saw it—her clit swelling, lengthening, transforming into a thick, hard shaft. It wasn't as big as mine had been, maybe ten inches, but it was veiny and throbbing, already dripping with precum. Her balls hung heavy beneath, and the sight of her newly formed cock made my mouth water despite myself.
"Fuck, look at that," I muttered, reaching down to drag a finger along the underside of her shaft. She shuddered under my touch, a pathetic whimper escaping her lips. "Not bad for a slave."
"Mistress taught me well," she said with a shy, eager grin, her voice breaking under the weight of desire. Her cock twitched, dripping glowing precum onto the metal floor, the drops hissing and smoking as they hit.
"Good," I murmured, spreading my legs wider on the sofa, leaning back until I was sprawled out like a queen waiting for tribute. "Now come prove you deserve to use that."
"I-I will, Mistress."
Augusta climbed on top of me, straddling my waist as she grabbed her cock with one hand, steadying herself with her other arm against the back of the sofa. She swallowed hard, staring down at me, her single eye burning with pure need and asking for permission.
"Don't make me wait, slut," I growled, grabbing her hips and pulling her forward. "Fuck me. Now."
PAT!
The first push was deep and hard. She moaned low in her throat, her hands gripping the back of the sofa for balance.
"Ahhh," I moaned as her cock filled me, stretching my walls just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through my core. She wasn't as big as I was used to, but the way she trembled, so eager to please, made it hotter than I expected.
"Harder," I barked, wrapping my legs around her waist and yanking her deeper. "Don't hold back, forge-whore. Fuck me like you mean it."
PAT!
She pulled back, then pushed forward again, her hips snapping forward with more force, the slap of skin against skin filling the workshop. Her cock drove into me over and over, each thrust rougher, more frantic, as if she was pouring every ounce of her broken soul into pleasing me.
"F-Fuck, Mistress," she moaned, her voice raw. "You feel so... so good. So tight. I... I can't hold back much longer."
"You don't cum until I do," I snarled, grabbing her by the throat and squeezing just enough to make her eye widen. "You hear me? Keep fucking me. Make me lose it, or I swear I'll lock that cock of yours away for a month."
"Y-Yes, Mistress!" she choked out, her thrusts growing even more desperate. "I-I won't stop. I... I'll keep going until I make you feel good."
PAT! PAT! PAT!
Her cock hit deeper, brushing against that sweet spot inside me, and I couldn't hold back the moan that ripped from my throat. My nails dug into her shoulders, drawing thin lines of golden blood as I rocked my hips against her, meeting every thrust with equal hunger.
"That's it," I hissed, staring up at her, her single eye locked on mine with a look of pure, desperate need. Her hair fell over her forehead, damp and sticking to her skin, the way her muscles clenched with every thrust so tempting I felt myself getting close. "Faster, forge-whore. Make me cum."
PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!
Her cock pounded into me, each thrust harder than the last—faster, rougher. I could feel her trembling, on the edge but holding back, waiting for my command. The power I had over her, the way she'd do anything for me, pushed me closer to the edge than her cock alone ever could.
"Cum with me," I finally growled, my voice thick with lust as my climax hit me like a storm. My walls clenched tight around her shaft, milking her as my body shuddered beneath her. "Now, slave. Fucking cum."
PAT! PAT! PAT!
Her thrusts turned to slaps, her hands gripping the back of the sofa with so much strength I was surprised the leather didn't rip.
"Ahh! Mistress!" she cried out, her cock pulsing as she came, hot seed spilling inside me, filling me up as her hips jerked uncontrollably. Her whole body shook, collapsing against me as we rode out the aftershocks together, panting and slick with sweat.
For a moment, neither of us moved. Her weight pressed against me, her ragged breaths hot against my neck. I could feel her cock softening inside me, the mess of our combined fluids dripping between my thighs. And still, that restless itch gnawed at me. This was good—fuck, it was great—but it wasn't enough. I needed more. More bodies. More cocks. More everything.
"Get off me," I muttered, pushing her back with a rough shove. She stumbled, her cock slipping out of me with a wet sound as she landed on her knees, looking up at me with that needy, pleading eye.
"Did... did I do well, Mistress?" she asked, her voice small and desperate for approval.
"Hehe," I smirked, leaning forward to grab her chin, tilting her face up to meet my gaze. "You did well, whore. But don't think for a second this means you're done. I'm not satisfied yet. Not even close."
"I'll do anything, Mistress. Anything to please you?" Her eye darkened with renewed hunger, a shiver running through her.
"Good."
Focusing my mana, I used my transformation to give her a second dick—bigger and thicker than the first one—then I flipped myself onto my stomach with my ass sticking up.
"Time for round two."