Collabs, collabs, it seems like Kronii has collabed with everyone in the world except (you). Not that she'd ever collab with a kronie, right...?
At last she announces the end of her break, long enough you think to yourself. Checking your phone you note an unusual message, though, alongside notifications from Kronii’s Twitter. It’s a DM - from the clock herself - referring to you with your real name…
“Anon, I’ve seen your posts, I know how much you worry about me, it will get better soon, I promise…” with a little heart at the end. As soon as the message is read - you check fervently and feverishly to see it’s not from a fake or alt account - you hear a gentle knock at the door.

You go down to check, and sure enough there stands Kronii in full get-up, swords included. She’s sheepishly staring at you as you rub your eyes in disbelief. She taps a gloved finger on the glass, but before you can answer the door she talks to herself. “Don’t believe your eyes huh? Hmmph, guess I’ll go home then, time’s up~” and with a twirl she turns around and vanishes.
“Gotcha~” you blink and she appears right in front of you. Immediately she grabs you and kisses you deeply, having sheathed her swords and gripping you with surprising force. You…sort of want to push her away, but her kissing is good, really good, and she forces her tongue into your mouth. But this seems too good to be true. You just about manage to pull away, and ask if it’s really her, though your brain (and dick) tell you all doubts are pointless. She seems offended by the very suggestion. “What’s that supposed to mean huh? If I wasn’t the real Kronii, could I do this?”

She snaps her fingers, and rather than standing awkwardly in the hallway she has transported the pair of you to your bedroom. In the process she’s also pinned you down and locked hands with you, panting heavily. “Do you believe me now?” She asks, pouting, and you nod before she starts to kiss you again. “Let’s collab together, anon…” the lust in her eyes is incredible and infectious and you can’t tell which one of you is more sexually charged at this moment. She still takes the lead though, and moves down to the tent in your trousers, smug grin across her face as she does so.

Before you can take her hand to caress her hair or try anything else, she smirks and clicks her fingers again. Your arms and the rest of your body appear frozen in time, bound to her will and libido. At least, your movement is frozen. Hers is not hindered in the slightest and she effortlessly reveals your throbbing member, which has been staining your boxers with precum since she first kissed you. “Hey anon” she says, looking you straight in the eye, “Nice clock, mind if I…adjust it a little?”
You dread to think what this means, but she quickly demonstrates. Without further warning her massive tits are wrapped around your cock, cupped by her gloved hands. She grins widely, and begins to pump them up and down. In spite of all the things you’ve read lately your mind goes back to the days of Kronii paizuri, and she knows it. “Enjoying yourself, anon? It’s been a long time since you thought about this huh?”

Kronii continues her teasing, speeding up a little, and giggling at your predicament. Only your dick and balls are able to move, the rest of you is entirely frozen in time so you are unable to talk back against her sass. “What’s the matter, clock got your tongue? Too bad you don’t get to pull my hair or anything, I know you’d like that, kronie~” the sound of her voice is mixed with that of her paizuri, which is getting sloppier and sloppier as your dripping dick coats her breasts. Sweat and pre lube them well, and your every nerve is telling you to cum right this instant. In fact…!

“Ah, ah, ah!” juuust as you’re about to bust, the clock blue balls you. “Not on my watch, Kronie. You’re gonna cum when I tell you to. I’m the warden of Time, and you’re just a silly little clock~” she’s getting faster and faster, and your mind is melting from the feeling. You weren’t able to cum but the pleasure in your dick tricks you into thinking maybe you did…”Oh, come on kronie, you can keep going a little longer. Here…” your dick pokes through and the tip just about reaches her chin. She starts to lap up the drops of pre, using her long serpentine tongue to lick away every sticky bead of it. How you can produce so much is beyond you, since this feels like a year’s worth of cum in a day. But clearly it’s still not enough for Kronii.

chu whether through timeline manipulation or some other means, Kronii’s powers have made your dick long enough she can fully swallow the tip. The entire thing fits effortlessly in her mouth with a simple pop, and her warm breath all over it sends tingles throughout your entire body. She’s forcibly milking you with her tits and tongue and thanks to her prison of time there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. It’s as if this is for her pleasure as much as yours. She continues pumping her ample tits, you cannot say for how long since your perception of time is now…distorted. Still she eventually withdraws, tongue connected to your dick still with a string of spit. “Oh, is that the time already? Guess we’re finished here, kronie. Go on, I’ll let you cum now~”

At her sensual and forceful command the entire contents of your balls are released, splattering the smug clock woman’s boobs. Every single rope of sticky cum feels like a week’s worth at once, and the sheer force almost makes you pass out. You still can’t move except for your dick, concentrating the sensation even further. She continues to play with her breasts as your seed scatters out, alternating between grinning and making mock-blowjob gestures. At last, after what may have been an eternity, it ends, and you really do pass out.

She vanished the instant you did, leaving you with another DM. “You’re welcome, anon…next time, though, I think we should try something new~”
The mystery of the message bewilders you, but it’s for another…time. And you need a while to recover, since this succubus clock seems to have drained all your seed. Still, you eagerly await her next stream, and cautiously await her next “collab” with you…