The directions in Kronii-sama’s letter lead you to an unassuming door on the second floor of Cover Corp’s offices. Is this really the right place?
“Clean yourself up (front and back), present yourself here, and tell no one. You will arrive no later than 19:00.
Mistress Kronii”
You go to knock, and the world seems to stutter for a moment — your hand hangs in stasis just before the door, and the very air in your lungs stands still. You hear a distant grinding and clunking, like the motion of a celestial clockwork.
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The door swings open silently into a vast, starry space, infinite and pristine. A deep blue sky, tessellated with clockwork gears and an endless floor of polished marble — a space far larger than could exist in an ordinary Japanese office building. Your vision is anchored only by some sparse furniture; a modern desk & chair with a PC and streaming setup, a luxurious double bed, and, atop it, her.
Your breath catches in your throat again, and you don’t think time magic is involved this time. Kronii-sama is, in a word, stunning.
She sits on the edge of the bed, knees crossed, with an absolutely predatory look on her face, and her Warden’s dress hugs her divine body with inhuman tightness. Her juicy tit and thigh flesh spills out from where the outfit fails to contain it, faintly glistening with her sweat. Her right hand snakes beneath the fold of her skirt and starts languidly toying with her pussy.
She beckons you over bewitchingly with her free hand, and you see the barest hint of a fang peek out as she licks her lips. “Come to me, pet. Mommy’s lonely.”
Every fiber of your being wants you to strip down and hump her like a dog, but you know that this woman could (and would) scatter you across the æther with a flick of her wrist. So you approach her reverentially and kneel.
At this distance, you can see the lust clouding her deep blue eyes, the hunger in her expression as she looks down at you. Her deific chest heaves up and down frantically in time with her ragged breaths. Contrasting the immaculateness of her room, this woman reeks of pheromones and sex.
“Ara ara~! What an obedient little boy you are…”
Kronii withdraws her hand from beneath her skirt; the black satin of her glove glistens with her juices, and you can see a damp spot instantly form on the front of her dark blue panties. She barely stifles a laugh as she catches you staring.
“Aww, does my baby want a taste? You have some work to do first, my darling”, she says, kicking off her boots and baring her long, long legs. She points her toes at you and cocks an eyebrow, knowing you’ll understand.
Unwaveringly, you plant a kiss upon her stockinged toes, earning a lustful shudder from the Warden. Taking that as a sign of approval, you slowly work your way up your Goddess’ body, marveling the way the erotic flesh of her calves and thighs peeks through the sheer fabric.
Soon enough, you reach the bare flesh of her inner thigh. At the direct contact, she quivers and lets out a genuine moan. The scent of sex is overwhelming. Your cock strains desperately against your underwear, aching for release. You want Mistress’ lewd feet all over your cock, and you want to paint her white with your adoration. You desperately want to bury your face between those thighs and suffocate in the aroma of the Warden’s pussy, and she knows it.
Kronii pushes you off, firmly but gently, making you watch as she slips her panties off. They’re soaked through with her arousal; strands of sticky fluid connect it to her drenched pussy.
She reaches down and spreads her labia lewdly, the fluid staining the black satin of her gloves, and you just can’t help yourself. Permissions be damned, you lunge forward, ready to devour Kronii’s cunt — and time stands still.
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You snap back to reality (after… how long?), and your senses are instantly overloaded. You’re face up on the bed, and your field of view is dominated by Kronii’s hips and thighs — and her pussy, grinding madly against your face.
“Oh~! I was wondering when you’d come back to me, you fucking pig. How fucking dare you - aahn - try to assault me like that, you - ah - swine? Men like you need to hold still and - aah - get fucked.”
You’ve fully woken up now, and you can feel that you’re fully nude. Your cock throbs needily, and you thrust uselessly into the air. Kronii reaches back to pin you down and redoubles her efforts to fuck your face.
“You pathetic creature — you’re really no more than a beast, are you?”, she says, ramming her clit against your tongue. “Harder, you wretch!”
Ah… now this is why you became a Kronie. You reach up and grab handfuls of her voluptuous ass and thighs, pulling yourself harder into her cunt. When she gives you an opening, you push your tongue up into her pussy, earning an absolutely whorish moan from the Warden. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth and she clamps her thighs down on either side of your head, squeezing until you feel as if you might pass out.
“Ah, fuck! Ahhhnngnghnn, yeeeesssssss~!”, she chokes out, composure completely eroded as she rides your face to a rough, sloppy orgasm. She moans loudly and shamelessly through her climax, bucking into you and making a mess of your face, smearing her lewd juices all over your lips and tongue. She tastes the way you imagine the nectar of the Gods tastes.
Kronii rolls off of you, now drenched in sweat and smelling deeply and profoundly of lust. She covers her eyes with her arm and breathes heavily, cooling off from her orgasmic high.
“Good… good boy. You did well, darling. I think Mommy can give you a little treat now.”
She begins peeling off her gloves and sleeves, both to get some air and to bare her naked flesh to you. She flashes you a quick smug smile — the closest you’ll get to an apology for her cruel words. She begins unbuttoning her blouse and you can’t help but pout — ever since you first laid eyes on Kronii, you’ve wanted to stick your dick in that paizuri window.
She sees your expression and takes the hint, leaving the blouse on and instead swaying her enormous tits from side to side in her hands, rolling them back and forth to show off the inviting warmth of her cleavage-pussy.
“Come here, baby, I know what you want.”, she says, reaching over to the nightstand to pick up her damp discarded panties. She takes them in her hand and leans over to your aching cock, smearing it all over with her lewd wetness. It takes all the willpower you can muster to avoid nutting in her velvety grip.
Once you’re nice and slick with her pussy juices, she kneels in front of you and presents your ultimate reward — the divine tit flesh of the Warden herself. First you take them in your hands, admiring the otherworldly softness, the supple jiggle and the maternal warmth. You caress the top of her breasts, earning a soft coo from your Kronii, and you briefly lay your palm across her chest to feel her heartbeat.
She gives you a quick little smile and nod to tell you it’s really okay, so you go ahead and plunge your cock into the depths of Kronii’s cleavage. Instantly you’re enveloped by warmth and softness, as Kronii treats your shaft to a side of her that nobody else ever gets to see. Once you get used to this pillowy heaven, the pocket dimension of motherly love that exists between the Warden’s tits, you start thrusting, and you see stars. She wraps you in slick, erotic flesh; her twin globes of titty meat sliding back and forth over your cock.
“Aww, good boy. Do Mommy’s breasts feel good for you? So cute.”, she says, patting your head again. She pulls your cock out with a pop and gives the head a wet, sloppy kiss before engulfing you again, enhancing your titjob experience as her pussy juices are joined by her spit and your precum. You notice that lust-crazed look start to return to her eyes, and her hand wanders down to her pussy yet again, pumping madly in and out.
At this rate, your body won’t last. You feel a familiar pressure start to build up below the base of your cock, and up the pace of your thrusts as you prepare to defile Kronii with your cum. You shut your eyes, ram your hips forward with a long, deep stroke, and — nothing. You rut desperately into the Warden’s tits, and your cock strains right at the edge of climax, but it feels almost… frozen in time. You open your eyes.
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Kronii holds up the hand that she isn’t masturbating with, tracing chronomantic sigils in the air. With each movement, you feel an odd, dull sensation around your balls — she’s using time magic to slow your nerve impulses down. Her eyes are ablaze with a blue chronomantic aura, and something else: pure, unbridled primal lust. She’s trying to maintain a smug expression, but she’s panting heavily with her tongue half-hanging out of her mouth, and her eyes are clouded over with carnal hunger. This woman needs to be fucked.
“Haah, hah… no, darling. In h-here…!”, Kronii gasps, leaning back, unbuttoning her blouse all the way and spreading her pussy lips like a common whore. Those heavenly tits spill out, finally free, as her dripping cunt starts pooling molten arousal onto the bedsheets.
You can hardly believe that this is happening, that the Warden would actually let you despoil her holiest of holies, but you’re a good little Kronie and you’ll do as you’re told. You climb on top of Kronii, wrap your arms around her, and bury yourself into her needy depths.
The two of you share a labored moan as your cock begins to fill her. Kronii's tightness is unbelievable — she clenches down around you like an iron vise, and it takes considerable effort to ease your way in. And, oh, the heat, the slickness — if not for the Warden’s magic, you would have cummed your brains out by now, but with her help you think you can hold on.
She holds your head in her hands, humming contentedly as she strokes your face. She cranes her neck upwards to give you a kiss. “I really do love you, you know, darling.”, she whispers in your ear, too ashamed to make eye contact. At her words, you push forward, hilting yourself inside your Kronii, balls-deep in the quivering heat of the greatest pussy in the universe. Wasting no time, you start to move, finally fucking your woman like she’s always wanted. Lewd, wet squelches echo throughout the Warden’s timeless chambers as you fuck her until your legs start to give way. Your hands explore her body, tracing the small of her back, mauling her ridiculous tits, recording all the sensations of her body into your memory forevermore.
You look down at her, leaning in for another deep kiss, but the tender, motherly Kronii is gone once again. What stares back at you is a beast of lust, a predator that sees not her Darling, but a cock to be consumed. She wraps those beautiful legs around your hips and draws you in tight.
Through half-lidded eyes, she sneers at you. “Deeper, pig! Earn it!”
You call upon reserves of strength that you didn’t know you had, and slam forward into her with a ferocity that might break a mortal woman. But the Warden just lets out a slutty, selfish moan. You pound into her relentlessly, molding the vise-grip of her insides onto your cock. The wet slaps of your lovemaking echo out into the void, her soaked cunt greedily devouring your dick. You pull her in tight, growling like the beast you are as you take her.
“I’m -ahh- close, boy!”, she manages to say, in between gasps and ragged moans. Her clock-halo spins into a new position and starts ticking down — 10, 9, 8… — as her eyes flash blue and your hips receive an unnatural burst of speed.
7, 6, 5 — you pound into Kronii like a jackhammer, all sense of reason replaced by the primal urge to breed her. Her face contorts in divine pleasure, eyes rolling back in her head as she approaches the climax of all eternity.
4, 3, 2 — you curse loudly as you feel her cum. Her insides clench, writhe and unclench, wringing your dick with near-painful pressure. Her sweltering cunt pulls you in and squeezes around you, begging to be filled. Kronii lets out a long, slutty moan as her neurons fry with overstimulation, and she squirts messily over the two of you, anointing you with her divine nectar. You feel the magic’s hold on you start to loosen as your balls are engulfed in white-hot pleasure…
One. All the pleasures of your inhuman fuck session surge into your dick at once as the chronomancy is dispelled and your vision turns to pure white. You unload rope after rope of white-hot seed into Kronii’s pulsating cunt, pumping deep into her fertile womb, desperate not to waste a single drop. Every pocket and fold of the Warden’s pussy is filled and painted white as you empty your balls into her, riding the wave of the greatest orgasm of your life.
After a seeming eternity, you collapse onto Kronii, gasping for air and trying to reorient your fuck-drunk brain. She strokes your head lovingly for a job well done, then rolls you over and pulls you out excruciatingly from her oversensitive pussy. She gives you a quick peck on the forehead and then cleans your cock dutifully with her mouth as you drift off to sleep...
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The directions in Kronii-sama’s letter lead you to an unassuming door on the second floor of Cover Corp’s offices. Is this really the right place?
You knock on the door, and it swings open.
A broom closet? You sigh. That letter was a mere prank, after all.