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It was fucking ridiculous.
Jin-Woo had to send his shadow army ranging in the hundreds of thousands to guard his mother and sister’s shadows. He had to pick a goddamn day every month. He had to clear his evening for a few hours. And he still couldn’t get off without spending two hours fucking himself to a lukewarm orgasm.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
It wasn’t that Jin-Woo was more sensitive or had mind-blowing sex before he reawakened, but it’s that masturbation and sex had become boring. Neither partners nor toys could satisfy him. Somehow, his body refused to give him a good fucking orgasm but had the audacity to drive him up the wall with sexual frustration.
This was because Jin-Woo had particular kinks having to do with power dynamics. Power dynamics involving him getting dominated underneath someone until he couldn’t walk. This kink became extraordinarily difficult to satisfy when he was probably the single most powerful entity amongst the human race and the system prevented him from being fucked out of commission.
Thus, here he was. Six inches down on a silicone dick and bored out of his mind. Maybe he’ll get off within the hour if he’s lucky. If not, he’ll be fumbling through a dodgy porn site trying to look for something that’d tempt his mood.
Jin-Woo had one hand steadily shoving the dildo in and out of him while the other was trying to coax out an erection. He tried to angle the dildo into his prostate, but the lackluster foreplay had only weak sparks sputtering out. There were barely any sexual feelings associated with masturbation at this point. It just felt like a hunk of plastic sitting inside him, and a wet hand on his dick.
It was nothing like having his dungeon teammates seeking him out a few days after a dungeon. It was nothing like being held down with special magic or superhuman strength. It was nothing like getting fucked whether Jin-Woo liked it or not. It was nothing like getting teased and humiliated before cumming untouched on a cock or strapon. It was nothing like getting fucked stupid and left twitching.
Jin-Woo quickened his thrusts in a cheap imitation of a distant memory. Of huge hands and domineering strength. Of a fat cock that stretched him both a little too much and just right. Of nasty words and nastier bruises.
It took him out of his fantasy some, but he tightened his grip on his cock as he fucked himself. The best fucks were the ones that only cared about Jin-Woo’s ass and how tight it felt. They were only looking for someone to take a cock and leave afterward.
Jin-Woo desperately pushed further inside, trying to replicate that feeling of something huge inside his guts that took the breath from his lungs. He chose six-inches to better access his prostate, but now he wished that he bought something bigger. He couldn’t even buy one since his every purchase was monitored by half of Korea. He was stuck with this stupid, fake dick that barely did anything for him.
It had him growling into his pillows and yanking the dildo out, fantasy thoroughly ruined.
He dully contemplated seeking a partner as he always did when he was particularly upset with his body. Since he was the most famous person on the globe at the moment, there was a rare chance anyone hasn’t heard of him by now. If he tried to step foot in a bar or register for a hookup app, his sex life would be plastered all over the news. Same with contacting any acquaintances. There were too many connections and strings to worry about when all he wanted was to just get fucked.
He was half-soft already. He’ll have to wait another week to try for another orgasm—that is if he wasn’t interrupted by some burgeoning threat or new dungeon.
“Fuck.” Jin-Woo covered his face with his forearm. “Igris, you can leave now. Sorry about that.”
This was a stupid bait to see if he could gain a hookup from Igris by allowing him the opportunity to stay in his room if he’d like—which he did for one reason or another. None of the shadows knew what their king did on these evenings except for the more perceptive units, and only Igris had the chance to witness it for himself. In a haze of horny stupidity, Jin-Woo was hoping Igris would show up mid-masturbation session and offer to help him like some bad porno. Of course, he wouldn’t. He was supposed to be swinging swords and slaughtering enemies—you know, like he was meant to.
However, Igris remained in Jin-Woo’s shadow, silently observing.
“Are you not leaving?”
A note of hesitancy hummed down their telepathic connection at the question.
“You’re not under orders to stay. You may return if this doesn’t interest you.”
Curiosity and a tug of request answered Jin-Woo.
Jin-Woo acquiesced and summoned Igris, who stood before him, black and imposing. Smoke curled off him in wisps. A red shock ran off his helm and down his back. He stares at Jin-Woo.
Jin-Woo spread his legs in offering.
That was all he needed to materialize between them, drawing curious, iron-tipped fingers over his thighs. Intense lust and burning curiosity blasted down their connection in a shocking wave that temporarily stunned Jin-Woo.
“Were you holding back?” Jin-Woo smirked.
Igris turned his face toward him. Then, he looked away.
“Don’t get embarrassed. You’ve gotten this far.” Jin-Woo appraised the strength underneath the plates of black armor. “How far do you want to go?”
Igris dawdled for a moment, uncharacteristic of his usual manner of “speaking”, and parted his armor plates at his lower regions. Shadow protruded and built upon itself to make a long, thick appendage. Wisps of smoke dripped off the tip as if it were precum.
Jin-Woo’s own cock filled in interest. “Are you sure, Igris? You’re allowed to say no.”
A resounding, deafening affirmation rocked Jin-Woo’s head, and he smiled in return. He reached out and drew a finger up Igris’s new dick. It was a little cold and incorporeal, but the foreign sensation had Jin-Woo’s body revving up in excitement.
Igris dragged sharp nails down his abs, hips, and thighs. He squeezed at the latter indulgently but gently so as not to pierce his skin. His touch fluttered at his lower areas but did nothing more than accidentally tease Jin-Woo, who ached for rough handling.
Igris sensed his king’s frustration and looked up, at a loss for what to do—a rarity for someone like Igris. Jin-Woo relented and sent a few memories and fantasies down the line which was what he’d usually do when teaching Igris new sword techniques and not for… this. Igris took a moment to sort through them.
A chill ran up Jin-Woo’s spine when Igris looked up at him.
Jin-Woo was pushed into the mattress before a palm slammed down atop his chest. It took the breath from his lungs in the best way. Igris hauled his hips up so he could settle Jin-Woo’s hips against his—his hole flush against the base of his cock. Jin-Woo pulsed in need and ground his hips in search of friction.
Igris drew back to take one last look at his master beneath him, subdued and desperate for his subordinate to dominate him. He trailed a claw down, close to Jin-Woo’s wet, needy hole to pull apart his cheeks. It had Jin-Woo hissing with desperation to just be fucked already.
Igris answered his king’s call.
Igris gave no warning before flipping Jin-Woo onto his stomach and spearing into him. His hips were ruthless against Jin-Woo’s and utilized its ridiculous strength to ram himself into Jin-Woo over and over. He gathered up Jin-Woo’s wrists and held them in an iron grip behind his back.
Jin-Woo gasped and choked into the sheets at the unbelievable strength pumping inside him and holding him down. Cold steel slapped against his thighs, and shadow rippled against his insides. Igris’s cock warmed up inside Jin-Woo, and its smooth texture still provided enough friction to have him panting and squirming. Igris’s thrusts were tyrannical and powerful, intent on wrecking his hole.
Even though Igris was shoving in deep and rough, Jin-Woo’s hole could barely take the size. It was significantly larger and thicker than his dildo, but it fit, and that was good enough for Igris to plow into him. Jin-Woo’s rim ached with the strain, but even that was good, and Jin-Woo said so into their mental connection.
Igris shot immense satisfaction and dark sadism down the line.
Jin-Woo received it with a melted shudder.
The hand gripping Jin-Woo’s hip left to seize the back of Jin-Woo’s neck in a hold that would have crushed anyone else’s. His fingers press against his jugulars and his claws are threatening to puncture arteries. Jin-Woo let out a rare, breathless moan as his vision went blurry and the pleasure in his gut heightened.
Igris released for one moment and resumed. He held his king’s neck in one hand as well as the ability to crush it with a single whim. Of course, it wouldn’t kill him nor would it permanently injure him, but it would hurt. And there would be nothing Jin-Woo could do about it other than take it.
Just like Igris’s cock fucking Jin-Woo into a delirious mess. Just like Igris’s smug sadism marching through their connection and invading Jin-Woo’s head. Just like the orgasm Igris was about to beat out of him with brute force.
The grip holding his neck tightened once more and had Jin-Woo whimpering on Igris’s cock. He’d been holding it long enough that Jin-Woo’s self-control was slipping, and his mouth lolled open in a low whine. His cock twitched stiff and neglected between his legs, more excited than it had ever been in years.
It would be nothing to shake Igris off and touch himself. He had the overwhelming strength to do it, but Jin-Woo was too far gone to Igris’s domination and cock to even think about disobeying his master. He needed this.
“Igris,” Jin-Woo begged breathlessly. He was so hard and so desperate for it. He broke open their connection and allowed all of his pleasure and emotions to come through the line.
What felt like a derisive laugh echoed into Jin-Woo’s head before Igris sped up behind him. Jin-Woo sobbed and flexed weakly around Igris, pliant and submissive. His hole had been fucked tender and compliant for its violent intruder. Sensitive to every manipulation. Pounded until it was perfect for Igris’s cock. Abused until it responded to everything with helpless pleasure.
His climax broke over him like cold water after a marathon. Finally, after months of unsatisfactory climaxes and unimpressive partners. He couldn’t control his broken, hoarse moans as he shot copious white onto his stomach and sheets. Igris released his neck at that moment, and the heady rush doubled down on the pleasure addling his brain.
Jin-Woo was still cumming, uncontrollable, and stupid when Igris used both hands to wrap around his waist and slam him onto his cock. Jin-Woo twitched and cried out with every thrust as it eked out every last drop of pleasure from his body. Igris was efficient and ruthless in his bid to abuse his nerves to maximize the pleasure, just as he was when battling opponents.
Jin-Woo was just another entity to conquer. And an easy one at that.
“Please,” Jin-Woo sobbed when his orgasm began to subside and Igris was still reaming him. Overstimulation bit into his nerves and crossed the wires transmitting pain and pleasure. “Igris, wait.”
Igris snapped anger down the line and gripped hard enough that his claws drew blood as if to say, “Who do you think is in charge right now?”
Jin-Woo groaned out his approval, arousal compounding at the display of aggression. Igris sent him a demand to submit. To be submissive and take everything Igris gave him. To do as he was forced. To writhe beneath him in agonizing ecstasy and cum.
Jin-Woo did just that. Igris rewarded him by slowing his hips to a delicious grind. It milked his climax in smooth, slow rolls. Jin-Woo felt the waves of warm pleasure wash over him, and Igris sent him encouragement and praise.
When there was no more pleasure left to be squeezed out, Igris slowly and carefully pulled out. Jin-Woo felt every inch sliding out of him. Before Jin-Woo could even realize he’d left the room, he returned with food, water, and a towel. As expected, Igris was diligent and thorough in tending to his king.
As he downed a water bottle, Jin-Woo peeked between his legs and saw that smooth armor plates had covered his crotch again. It seemed as if his dick was more like a strapon than it was a real dick. That eliminated any hope for fantasies involving cum. However, he can’t bring himself to be disappointed and grinned weakly to himself at his acquisition of a new partner. All he needed to do was provide a few memories and suggestions for Igris to handle the rest with impressive competence. He even perfectly followed the safe asphyxiation and aftercare to a T.
Igris sent a hesitant request for feedback just as he would after a spar. Igris never needed feedback when it came to dungeon battles, but sometimes Jin-Woo wanted to teach him new skills or techniques using spars. He took his combat education seriously. This time was no different.
Jin-Woo grinned at him. “You did perfect. But I do have a few ideas for the future if you’re interested.”
Igris accepted his king’s request.