Marvel: Impregnation System

Chapter 77: Chapter 76: Dommy Mommy Alert (R18)

[Mission Received: Agatha Harkness.]

Difficulty: Medium

Character Sheet: S

Description: Agatha is a witch that governs over one of the most powerful witch covens in the world and has been around America since Salem. However, although Agatha is a woman of immense magical prowess and strength within her community, at times she becomes overwhelmed with stress and looks for ways to relieve it in a very physical and demanding way.

Objective: Help Agatha relieve her stress and give her a gift with it

Reward: 100,000

Main Mission:

Impregnante Once:

Rewards: 150 Gacha or Agatha's Magical Powers

Impregnate Twice:

Rewards: ?????????

Additional Missions:

Sleep with her within your first encounter with Agatha(Incomplete):

Reward: Legendary Coupon

Impregnate Agatha within her coven(Incomplete):

Reward: Legendary Coupon

Completely mind f*ck the witch who is known for her arts in mind control(Incomplete):

Reward: Legendary Coupon

Bonus Missions:

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'Damn she's fine.' Ricky thought as he leaned his head against the palm of his hand, tracing his eyes alongside her curves.

Needless to say, her hair was the first eye-catching feature as the white stripe grabbed your attention until her luscious locks flowed down her back.

In the soft light, they shimmered like polished silver, drawing your gaze to her face as she wore a chic, form-fitting dress.

The fabric clung to her in all the right places, accentuating her hourglass figure, while modestly flowing just past her knees.

The high neckline was contrasted by the cinched waist and sleek, tailored lines, hinting at the power beneath her polished exterior.

The dress, a rich, deep burgundy, highlighted her pale, flawless skin, making her appear both refined and mysterious.

Her gloved hands moved with an effortless grace, fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air as she spoke, each gesture filled with a restrained sensuality.

The stockings beneath her skirt shimmered slightly, drawing your attention to the perfectly poised way she crossed her legs, a subtle but deliberate show of confidence.

Her presence was magnetic, each detail from the slight curl of her hair to the tasteful heel on her shoes, exuding a dark, irresistible charm, as though she had long mastered the art of commanding attention without uttering a single word.

Her red lips, painted in the fashion of the time, curved into a knowing smile, and beneath her sharp gaze, you couldn't help but feel a mix of alertness and a very subtle hint of danger.

Agatha raised an eyebrow at Ricky's boldness, openly ogling her right in front of her, but at the same time, her eyes were quietly assessing him.

She wasn't just sensing the magic he exuded so naturally, but also taking in his figure, scrutinizing every detail with the same discerning intensity.

Ricky wasn't the only one being eyed like a piece of candy as Agatha found herself a little impressed by his sharp features, her gaze lingering on the strong cut of his jawline before trailing down to his muscled figure.

'At least he's cute.' Agatha stirred her drink slowly, her eyes never leaving Ricky.

He raised his smile, the realization dawning on him that she was scrutinizing him just as much as he had been admiring her.

'She's probably looking into me like Abraham said, but there isn't anything wrong with milking this for all it's worth.' Ricky thought, a sly grin tugging at his lips.

He saw this situation as more than just meeting someone from the magic world; it was an opportunity to engage with a drop-dead gorgeous woman who was assessing his every move.

Her eyes weren't just piercing through his magical essence, they were also drinking in every inch of him, analyzing his every move, and he wasn't about to let that attention go to waste.

"So, Agatha, what do I have to say to get more of your time?" Ricky flashed a sleazy smile, one that usually got him what he wanted as Agatha chuckled softly, an amused smile playing at her lips.

"Isn't it obvious? You have to ask all the right questions,"Agatha teased, leaning in slightly, her gaze subtly looking down at him, as if she were already two steps ahead.

"Then let's get the obvious question out of the way, what is a stunning woman like you doing in a small-town bar like this?" Ricky asked, his voice smooth, though a amused glint lingered in his eyes.

Agatha raised an eyebrow just as the bartender shot Ricky a sharp glare, tossing his rag aside before storming off, clearly unimpressed with the exchange.

"You really don't hold back, do you?" Agatha mused, swirling her drink before taking a light sip, her red lipstick leaving a delicate mark on the rim of the glass.

"I can't waste even a second if I'm on your time," Ricky chuckled, flattering her in a lively attempt to steer the conversation back on track.

Agatha caught the hint, her interest piqued, and leaned in slightly, ready to engage with a humorous tone.

"Well, if you're so desperate to know, I'm here on business," Agatha teased, her eyes transforming into crescent moons, delight dancing within them as if getting ready to enjoy watching Ricky squirm under her playful scrutiny.

"Can I also be desperate enough to learn what that business is?" Ricky laughed heartily at her words, his expression completely unbothered, a carefree confidence radiating from him.

"Promise you won't tell?" Agatha leaned in, her whisper frisky as she leaned closer to Ricky, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Cross my heart." Ricky replied, making the crisscross gesture over his chest while mirroring her lean as his teasing demeanor matched hers.

"I'm actually here for a story that involves the Vatican." Agatha said, glancing around before cupping a hand next to her lips to keep her words secure.

"Whoa, you're a reporter?" Ricky asked, leaning into her tone and playing along. Agatha nodded, her expression serious yet playful.

"In fact, I'm looking for any leads on a story I'm investigating. Have you heard anything?" Agatha inquired, casually picking some lint off Ricky's shirt before brushing it away, her fingers lingering slightly as they grazed his chest.

"You know what, I actually have." Ricky showed a shocked expression, Agatha eyes tuning in as she waited for him to finish.

"I heard there's a powerful witch here on behalf of her coven, and what's more, she's lying about who she is to a dangerously handsome man with the most upfront intentions," Ricky whispered back, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Agatha's smile stiffened as Ricky seemed to see right through her facade as she slowly turned to face him again, a mixture of surprise and caution flickering in her eyes.

"But I'm the desperate one," Ricky finished with a playful grin, leaning back slightly as Agatha erupted into laughter, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

She glanced to the side, momentarily caught off guard by his boldness, but the lightness of the moment hung in the air between them.

"I see." Agatha nodded her head, looking over at Ricky before dropping the facade.

"Then let's consider your time for questions over; now it's my turn," Agatha declared, as a amused glint in her blue eyes that slowly corroded into a rich purple.

"But how about we talk about who you really are?" Agatha whispered, her voice planting seeds of temptation into his ear as the spell slowly trickled into him.

The intensity of her words caused Ricky's eyes to light up with a deep purple hue, captivated by her intriguing invitation.

"Baby, I want this to work, so I think I'll need some more honesty from you about why you're here." Ricky said, flicking his toothpick unconsciously as he leaned in, fully countering Agatha's charm.

The playful energy shifted slightly, and her spell seemed to redirect back at her, making the air between them crackle with tension.

"Isn't it obvious, I simply want to know how you disturbed the natural order of magic-"

"!" Agatha immediately stood up, clutching her throat as her voice faltered, stumbling backwards in surprise.

"Talk about ruining the moment," Ricky said with a smile, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched Agatha completely drop her facade, revealing a serious demeanor as she processed her mental manipulation being redirected.

Her hands were immersed in a swirling purple haze, eyes ablaze with deep violet, while her hair danced wildly in the air as if caught in an unseen wind.

The atmosphere crackled with raw energy, a powerful aura radiating from her as she embraced the intensity of the moment.

"How can you use or redirect witchcraft magic if you're not a warlock by birth?" Agatha's voice turned stern and cold as she fixed her gaze on Ricky, her intensity palpable.

He finished his drink with a casual nonchalance, then slid Agatha's drink towards himself, an amused grin playing on his lips as he met her piercing stare.

"No idea," Ricky boldly lied, a playful smirk on his face as he downed her glass without a hint of shame, popping the olive into his mouth with a carefree expression.

"Oh relax~" Ricky waved his hand dismissively, letting out a tired sigh as he massaged his forehead.

"I've already had a chaotic day, so can we skip the whole 'Tell me or else we'll fight' routine? I'd much rather have an actual conversation with a beautiful woman like yourself, rather than get into a full blown fight with someone as captivating as you." Ricky patted the seat next to him invitingly, dismissing any option of fighting out with their respective powers.

Agatha stood there with a wary gaze for a long moment, analyzing Ricky intently as the swirling purple light slowly dwindled from her hands.

"Fine, but our conversation will consist of questions and truthful responses. Deal?" Agatha said, taking a seat next to him, clearly setting the rules for their exchange.

"Why not, I'll go first. What kind of panties are you wearing right now?" Ricky asked with a sleazy smile, eager to test just how truthful this would be, only to have Agatha lean in close to his ear.

"I'm not wearing any." Agatha sensually whispered, and Ricky couldn't help but whistle at her boldness, his intrigue piqued as he leaned in rather than shying away.

"Now, how did you cause that disturbance?" Agatha asked, her curiosity evident as she leaned closer, eager to get to the heart of the matter.

"I just awakened magic, and then everything just happened," Ricky said, skirting around the full truth as Agatha rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

"Am I your type?" Ricky asked with a playful grin, his tone teasing as he leaned in slightly as Agatha let out a small laugh, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes as she considered his question.

"I'd be lying if I said no," Agatha replied, a mischievous smile curling at the corners of her lips.

With a graceful sway of her hand in the air, a drink began to materialize before them, the purple energy controlled to its utmost ability.

"How did you redirect my magic back onto me?" Agatha asked, her tone curious yet laced with intrigue, as a martini slowly levitated into her hand, the glass shimmering as if alive with the energy of her craft.

"It's my X-Gene," Ricky answered casually, watching as Agatha showed a flicker of surprise before taking a sip of her martini.

"What's your favorite sexual position-"

"Doggy." Agatha, without a hint of shame, interjected before he could finish.

"What's your view on witches?" Agatha asked, her tone shifting to a more serious note, probing into his thoughts with genuine curiosity.

"If they're all as breathtaking as you, then I love them," Ricky replied, seizing the opportunity to flirt as Agatha raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips.

"Now, for my last question: would you mind accompanying me back to my room?" Ricky asked, his tone playful as he reached into his pocket, only to realize that his key was missing.

Agatha then lifted her glass, downing it in one fell swoop, the smooth liquid disappearing with practiced ease.

She placed some change on the counter with a casual flourish, a confident smile dancing on her lips as she turned to Ricky.

"Yeah, why not," Agatha shrugged, a hint of stress evident in her demeanor as she regarded Ricky as nothing more than a relieving stress doll.

"You're cute enough, and I've been stressed with everything lately," Agatha admitted, her words cutting straight to the point, indicating that her interest leaned more toward his appearance than his personality before she dangled his room key in front of his face.

"Sweet," Ricky replied, unfazed by her honesty as he, too, had been under immense stress lately and saw this as a win-win scenario.

"Oh darling, let's see if you can keep that little cute smile after a couple of hours~," Agatha teased, side-eyeing him with a playful smirk.

Ricky felt a rush of heat, pitching a tent almost immediately at her daring tone as she swayed her hips in such a seductive way, leading him up the stairs.

"Or maybe you'll only last a couple of minutes~," Agatha winked at him, her voice dripping at the sensual challenge as Ricky responded with his signature sleazy smile,

"I'll guess you'll have to find out-"

*SNAP*

*BAM*

Immediately, Agatha snapped her fingers, and the door slammed shut with a resounding thud.

Before Ricky could fully comprehend the sudden shift, his clothes were swept away by a wave of purple magic, leaving them scattered carelessly on the floor.

At the same time, the bedsheets seemed to come alive, wrapping around Ricky's wrists and ankles, effortlessly dragging him onto the bed and securing him to the frame.

In a flash, his mouth was swiftly gagged, leaving him momentarily stunned and it was only after he finally registered the bizarre turn of events that Ricky looked around in bewildered curiosity.

*Muffled words*

"It's nothing against you, darling, but when I said you were my type, I meant your face and body, not that sleazy mouth of yours," Agatha revealed, a smirk dancing on her lips as she gazed down at him, momentarily surprised by the view.

"Well, it seems some came to play," Agatha teased, her eyes gleaming as she caught sight of Ricky's thick, fully erect shaft straining against his boxers.

"Now, let's see what we're working with-" Agatha, with a playful smirk, slowly pulled down his boxers, her gaze widening in awe at the sight of his meaty cock.

Ricky let out a muffled laugh at her frozen figure, suppressing the urge to brag as he couldn't help but shrug at Agatha's inquisitive glance as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

*Snap*

Agatha's witch robes gradually morphed into a sleek dominatrix outfit, the black leather hugging her curves and leaving her breasts and pussy enticingly exposed.

"You know, Ricky, you've been a real bad boy," Agatha purred as she stepped onto the bed. She pulled out her black crop tool, trailing it seductively across his chest before letting it rest firmly at the tip of his cock.

'So this is what you're into-' Ricky attempted to muffle out his words, but the effort only made Agatha smile wider.

*Twack*

"Urgh." Ricky slightly grunted in pain as Agatha teasingly tapped the tip of his cock.

"Did I say you could talk?" Agatha tilted her head, tapping her crop against her free hand with a playful glint in her eyes.

*Gulp*

Ricky's mind unearthed a haunting memory of when he had followed a stunning woman into a dominatrix den.

Inside, he was unknowingly subjected to the kind of treatment most men in there would kill for, but for him, it became an unforgettable experience that left him wary of ever messing with a dominatrix again, until now.

Shaking her head, Agatha chuckled lightly as she rested her paddle against the tip of his cock only to see Ricky become quiet.

"Good boy," Agatha purred, licking her lips at his submissive attitude. R

Ricky wanted to stop there, but after taking in the sight of her smoking hot body, he quickly rejected those thoughts.

'See it through. My God, I have to see it through.' Ricky thought to himself, knowing that this drop-dead gorgeous woman was worth it as he knew that if he played it right he would get his chance to be in control; he just had to wait.

"Now, Ricky, good boys get treats, but bad boys-....well, they get punished." Agatha lightly moved the paddle around his cock, teasingly emphasizing her words.

Biting her voluptuous red lips, Agatha felt her pussy grow wet at the sight of him nodding eagerly as she squatted down.

Firmly gripping his cock, a smile danced on her lips as she sensed its slight twitch in her tight hold.

Bringing the tip of his cock to her glistening pussy lips, she teased him, smearing it across them and denying him entry, for now.

"You want it don't you~" Agatha teased him just as Ricky was on the verge of feeling the warmth of her insides.

'Oh, come on!' Ricky sighed inwardly, though he nodded. Agatha smirked, drawing her paddle down his chest once more.

"But only good boys get treats, and it wouldn't do you any good if I just gave you my sweet, tight treat." Agatha emphasized 'tight' winking at him as she continuously stroked her whip across his chest.

"Bark for me; let me hear that little growl of yours-" Agatha mused, pressing the tip of his cock right at the entrance of her warmth but keeping it at bay, teasing him with the promise of what he couldn't yet taste.

*WUFF*

Ricky didn't hesitate; he shamelessly barked, not giving Agatha a moment to register her own words.

"Good boy~" Agatha said, her smile widening as she squatted down further.

With a gentle movement, his tip parted her lips, allowing him to savor the feeling of being in control before a smile broke across his face.

'Wet to the touch.'

"Ah~" Agatha's pussy flushed around him as his tip entered her, the strength in her legs giving way as she sank down onto his cock.

*Gasp*

Agatha gasped, her breath escaping her as Ricky's cock penetrated deep into the depths of her flushed pussy, reaching places no one, not even herself, had ever touched before.

Ricky leaned his head back, acknowledging Agatha's earlier words; her tightness truly enveloped him, gripping his cock with a delicious intensity.

"Oh Ricky, you bad boy~" Agatha regained her composure, licking her lips as she slowly gazed down at Ricky's sleazy smile.

*Twack*

Without hesitation, Agatha slapped her paddle across his face, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she shivered at the pleasure of Ricky's cock filling her completely.

His face sharply turned to the side, a red mark beginning to form as he reeled in from the slap.

"Mmmmmm~" Agatha hummed softly, each of his flinches of pain sending shivers of pleasure through her.

*Twack*

Just as Ricky turned his head back after the slap, Agatha struck him again, this time on the other cheek.

"I never gave you permission to make me feel this way. Isn't that unfair~" Agatha chuckled, her free hand gliding across his toned chest as she traced her fingers over his abs.

"It's only right that I get my retribution; don't be too mad," Agatha said, looking back up at him as she adjusted to his overwhelming length deep inside her as Ricky shrugged his shoulders and winked in response.

"Oh such a carefree response, I'm going to have so much fun breaking you-"

*PFFFFFFFT*

Ricky burst into laughter, prompting Agatha to raise an eyebrow as she removed his gag for her curiosity.

"Why are you laughing?" Agatha asked, tapping her paddle against her palm with intrigue as her body twitched slightly at the subtle vibrations coursing through her sensitive form.

Ricky maintained his sleazy smile, his eyes gesturing toward his bound mouth as Agatha looked at him for a moment before snapping her fingers, signaling to release the hold on his mouth.

"Agatha, baby, if anyone is breaking then it's you." Ricky taunted, gazing down at her drooling pussy, which began to slick his abdomen with her sweet nectar.

"I lost my balance-"

"Oh no, you totally felt my-"

*Twack*

"No interrupting." Agatha slapped his face with her paddle once more, and Ricky massaged his jaw in response.

*Ahem*

"I lost my balance, but it's clear who the master is and who the slave is," Agatha said, tapping her paddle lightly on his head as he shook his head in defiance.

"If you were the master, would you really need to tie me up and stop me from making you shake with pleasure?" Ricky asked as Agatha laughed at his clear provocation but didn't back down.

"I'm sure I don't need to remind you that slaves are the ones who are bound and tied, while masters hold the paddles and whips," Agatha said, waving her paddle around and with a flick of her wrist, it briefly transformed into a whip, her eyes sparkling like crescent moons.

"But I'll let you suggest whatever you want, my little naive puppy." Agatha purred, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"I'd be more than happy to accept your foolish challenge." Agatha teased, fully aware of what he desired since it was so obvious.

"One round: whoever cums first loses, and no interruptions," Ricky proposed and Agatha rolled her eyes but maintained her arrogance.

"Fine, but when you lose, you'll be my dutiful little slave for the night," Agatha purred, fully aware that she was going to make him feel good in all the right ways.

"And if I win-"

*SLAP*

Ricky clenched his teeth as Agatha lifted her hips before slamming them down onto his girthy cock, her ass clapping together with a fierce rhythm.

"Oh honey, you're not winning~" Agatha laughed, leaning down as she slowly rode Ricky, her tongue tracing a path up his chest.

*Snap*

Agatha snapped her fingers before Ricky could speak, reapplying the gag to his mouth as her pussy slowly strutted along his cock.

"You have the perfect face, Ricky, and such a monster cock, but your mouth is a big problem, it never shuts up~" Agatha teased, licking her way down his chest until she reached his nipples, tenderly swirling her tongue while locking eyes with him.

"But we're going to fix you, I'm going to fix you~" Agatha hummed, her hands exploring his chest, fingertips gliding over his skin with deliberate slowness.

Her hips swayed aggressively against him, each movement a calculated dance of power and desire, pushing Ricky to the brink of control.

Agatha appeared unabashed, though her back glistened with sweat from taking his monstrous size in such a ferocious manner.

Despite the intense pleasure gripping her insides, she refused to reveal how Ricky's cock stirred her pussy to its core, even as waves of ecstasy spasmed through her.

Holding back her moans in a fierce demeanor, Agatha's pride refused to relent to Ricky, whom she viewed as nothing more than a novice.

Agatha's nails traced lightly down Ricky's abdomen, leaving faint marks in their wake as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear.

"I want to hear you beg for it, Ricky. Beg for what only I can give you," Agatha whispered lustfully before sitting up and tearing away the bindings of her sleek black leather, revealing her perfect breasts.

Playing with her own perky breasts in a hot, supple manner, Agatha rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, each motion igniting a fresh wave of pleasure between them.

"You like that, don't you?" Agatha teased, her voice husky with need while proning his release further.

"I know you crave it, crave me~" Agatha's hips rocked against Ricky's cock, reveling in the power she held over him and how he responded to her every touch and command.

Before she knew it, her breath quickened as her arousal surged, her slick warmth enveloping him as her pussy began to release its dominant nectar, coating his throbbing shaft.

However, Agatha's focus remained unbroken even as she sensed her climax approaching though wasn't afraid after seeing Ricky's neck strain in veins as he too approached the brink.

"Feel me~" Agatha urged, her voice husky with desire as she tilted her head back, getting caught up in her own words.

"Feel how you belong to me~" Agatha continued, controlling the pace as she teased and tested his restraint with every subtle shift of her body.

As her body bounced against his, her ass slapping against her thighs, Ricky's cock lodged itself deeper into Agatha, slowly driving her into a frenzied state.

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

Her beautiful ass clapped against itself before slapping down onto Ricky's waist, her pussy clenching him tightly.

Her hands grabbed her own breasts, squeezing even tighter as her teeth gnawed on her lip while her eyes slowly twitched upwards.

"Feel it~" Agatha let out, the overbearing nature of it wilting into a soft moan.

"Ha~" Agatha moaned fully as she lowered herself down, his tip kissing her womb so delicately that it made her body shiver.

In that moment, Agatha forgot about the bet as her hips swayed back upward, revealing Ricky's cock completely drenched by her insides before she brought herself back down.

Agatha's body began to swell with pleasure, the sensations slowly building as his cock captivated her curiosity for what it could bring.

The heat coiled within her, an intoxicating blend of desire and urgency that coursed through her veins.

With each thrust, Ricky's cock pushed deeper, igniting a fire that spread from her core to the tips of her fingers.

Agatha's breaths came in quick bursts, each one more ragged than the last as she surrendered to the waves of ecstasy rolling over her.

Agatha began to grow increasingly aggressive, a smile of ecstasy playing on her lips as she laughed, arching her back upward, feeling the delicious pressure build within her.

"Yes, yes-" Agatha urged herself on, feeling that she was about to burst until her eyes suddenly shot open and shrunk.

Just then, she hovered tantalizingly above the tip of his cock, fully prepared to bring him over the edge.

However, the thought of the bet flickered in her mind, causing her eyes to shoot open in panic as she tried to pull herself away from his throbbing cock, but it was already too late.

The bedsheets around his wrists suddenly burst into flames as he reached forward just as Agatha pushed herself upward.

*CLAP*

"AH~" Agatha let out a screeching moan, her head jerking down to the sight of her own pussy enveloping him completely as she flushed with pleasure.

That overwhelming pleasure suddenly erupted from her as she gritted her teeth through the climax, his cock stirring deep within her insides.

"I-I-"

"Came? And you were such a bad girl~" Ricky finally spoke, straining to hold back as he hadn't even climaxed yet.

"N-No- "Agatha stuttered out, her once-overbearing demeanor slowly wilting under the realization of her own orgasm.

"And what's worse, I didn't even finish." Ricky's laugh resonated powerfully, his confidence soaring as he grabbed Agatha and flipped their positions with surprising strength.

"H-Ha~" Agatha wanted to retort, but as Ricky's hands traced along her body, amplifying the pleasure from her lingering orgasms, her words morphed into a soft, breathless moan.

Ricky trailed his hands upwards until he pinned her down, leaning closer until his lips brushed against her ragged breath.

"I'm going to have so much fun breaking you~" Ricky echoed her own words back to her, catching her lips before she could think to respond, then he slammed his cock deep inside her.

*THUMP*

The bedframe crashed against the wall as Agatha surrendered completely to Ricky's thrust, taking in all of his cock without a hint of restraint as he immediately lodged itself deep within her, filling her womb entirely.

However, Agatha couldn't even let out a moan; her muffled words were overwhelmed by Ricky's lips as her eyes fluttered upwards in bliss.

The taste of his tongue, combined with the intensity of her pleasure amplifying, left her feeling limp and malleable, utterly consumed by Ricky's skillful movements.

*THUMP*

*THUMP*

*THUMP*

The bedframe repeatedly slammed into the wall, resonating with the rhythm of Ricky's relentless thrusts, as his cock plunged in and out of her continuously slick pussy.

Each wave of pleasure surged higher than the last, overwhelming Agatha to the point where she could only surrender to another climax, her body completely under Ricky's control.

Words escaped her as ecstasy enveloped her, leaving her breathless and utterly at his mercy.

While entirely enveloped in her warmth, Ricky felt his balls tighten as he quickened his pace, thrusting deeply into the intoxicating flood of her arousal.

Each powerful movement drew him closer to the precipice of his own release, pushing him deeper into Agatha, who lay beneath him, surrendering to his every thrust.

With a final, aggressive motion, he pulled back slightly, savoring the moment before plunging back in, ready to unleash the overwhelming pleasure that surged within him.

*THUMP*

The wall behind them cracked under the intensity of their union as Ricky's cock erupted, filling Agatha's pristine pink walls with a warm coat of thick, white cum.

Each surge painted her insides, the warmth swirling within the depths of her womb, amplifying the pleasure that coursed through them both.

Agatha's body convulsed in waves of pleasure as her orgasm bloomed within Ricky's hold.

Her tongue ensnared by his, she felt utterly pinned down, her body surrendering to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her as the only reaction she could muster was the continuous spewing of her nectar.

*GASP*

"AH~" Agatha's lips were finally freed from Ricky's hold, and she gasped for breath, only to let out another moan as he released her hands.

Agatha shivered against Ricky's body, her eyes still glazed with desire as her hands wrapped around his back.

Ricky simply smiled, delivering soft kisses along her collarbone and leaving small marks in their wake.

"You're an animal~" Agatha breathlessly whispered, her voice ragged as she lay strung out beneath Ricky, her body still trembling from the intensity of their encounter.

"I thought I was a little puppy-"

*Huff*

*Huff*

"I take it back, you're a rabid dog." Agatha huffed between breaths, her hand gently patting his cheek.

Ricky's fingers instinctively went to his face, clutching her hand firmly against his skin, holding it there as he gazed down at her, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

"Then I guess it's my victory. However, I'm a gentleman," Ricky laughed, sitting up before grabbing her thighs.

With a swift motion, he flipped her over, keeping her perfectly skewered on his cock.

Agatha let out a breathless gasp, her body adjusting to the shift, her back arching beneath him as Ricky leaned down, pressing his chest against her back while she remained on all fours.

His breath was hot against her ear as his hands gripped her hips firmly, keeping her in place as he whispered,

"So we'll do it in your favorite position," Ricky's husky voice whispered in her ear, sending a shiver down Agatha's spine.

His hands slid slowly up her curvy body, tracing every inch until they rested on her perky breasts, squeezing them gently as his hips shifted against her.

She bit her lip, her body betraying her with every tremble as she adjusted to the rhythm he was setting, caught between his dominance and her own lingering pride.

"Ha~" Agatha moaned out, her breath hitching as a wave of pleasure surged through her body.

Ricky's fingers squeezed her nipples just right, twisting them lightly, sending electric pulses that made her arch further into his touch.

Every subtle movement amplified her sensitivity, her body betraying her desire as she melted under his control, unable to contain the soft gasps that escaped her lips.

"Ah~" Agatha moaned louder, her body trembling as Ricky's hips moved with deliberate slowness, each sway sending his cock deeper inside her.

She could feel the heat of his molten cum still swirling within her womb, every thrust stoking the fire that burned between them.

The sensation of him filling her so completely, coupled with the simmering pressure, had her teetering on the edge once more.

"You have the perfect face, Agatha, and such a tight pussy, but your mouth is a big problem, it never shuts up~" Ricky teased her further, his lips brushing against her ear as her soft, subtle moans filled the air.

He trailed gentle kisses from her earlobe down to her shoulder, each kiss making her body shudder in response.

Slowly, he released his grip on one of her breasts, his hand sliding up to tilt her chin toward him

"But we're going to fix you, I'm going to fix you~" Ricky repeated the words from earlier, his tone soft yet teasing as Agatha's body reacted instinctively, her eyes fluttering closed as she recognized the familiar taunt.

"You're really funny-AH!" Agatha was poised to deliver a snide remark, but before she could speak, Ricky thrust his hips deep into her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

She arched up instinctively, her breath hitching as the sensation overwhelmed her while Ricky kept his mouth still hovered on her ear.

"Now, Agatha, good girls get treats, but bad girls-....well, they get punished." Ricky continued to echo her words, his voice low and teasing, as he thrust her head into the sheets.

With each powerful movement, he reached for the nearby sheets, his intention clear as he bound her wrists, ensuring she was firmly anchored in place before grabbing the nearby paddle lying all by itself to the side.

"W-Wait-"

*TWACK*

"Ah~" Agatha betrayed herself with a soft moan, the sound escaping her lips despite her attempts to hold back.

One hand firmly held her head down onto the bed while amplifying the pleasure while the other swung the paddle.

"Did you just moan?" Ricky curiously asked, lightly tapping the paddle against her reddened cheek as Agatha shot him a horrified side-eye, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief at her own moan.

"N-No, I would never-"

"But, I never gave you permission to feel that way. Isn't that unfair?" Ricky sleazy smile raised alongside the paddle.

*TWACK*

"AH~"

*TWACK*

"AH~"

*TWACK*

"AH~"

Each swing of the paddle against her slowly reddening ass sent ripples of ecstasy coursing through her, intertwining pain and pleasure in a tantalizing dance that left her breathless and yearning for more.

The sharp stings ignited a fire within her, heightening her senses and drawing her deeper into the intoxicating mix of sensations that enveloped her.

With every impact, she felt herself slipping further into a state of bliss, craving the delicate balance of dominance and surrender that defined their encounter.

"You're such a bad girl~" Ricky hummed, restarting his thrusts as their hips collided fiercely, the gentle nature of their rhythm replaced by a fiercer approach.

"Ah-"

Just as his cock was fully submerged inside her, eliciting a moan from her lips, he brought the paddle down with a swift motion.

*TWACK*

"AH!" Agatha screeched out a moan, her eyes rolling back in bliss as an overwhelming wave of pleasure jolted through her.

The combination of Ricky's relentless thrusts and the sting of the paddle sent her spiraling into a state of euphoric abandon, leaving her gasping for breath and craving more.

Even the sharp impact of her ass being slapped echoing in the room amplified the pleasure coursing through Agatha, her body shivering desperately for more and deepening the intoxicating blend of sensations that enveloped them both.

Their dynamic shifted dramatically, Agatha becoming a ragdoll in Ricky's grasp as he treated her like nothing more than a plaything.

All she could do was respond with fervent moans, her body yielding to his every desire.

"AH~" Agatha let out a muffled moan, her head pinned to the bed as she suddenly erupted in a wave of climax, spraying her release onto Ricky.

He simply grinned, using her slickness as lubricant to thrust even deeper, pushing the boundaries as his cock started stretching her womb.

*THUMP*

"AH~"

*THUMP*

"AH~"

*THUMP*

"AH~"

Ricky slammed his hips into Agatha with relentless force, her body a limp rag doll beneath him while only letting out sloppy moans, completely consumed by the overwhelming pleasure he was inflicting.

The slick nectar oozed from her folds, a glistening testament to their wild encounter, pooling around them in a sticky mess.

With each thrust, the sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, a wet, and sloppy symphony.

As he leaned closer, he could feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of their mingled arousal thick in the air.

The paddle was discarded, forgotten, as he fought to maintain her perfect arch, his hands gripping her hips with possessive intensity.

He could sense the pressure building within him, his balls tightening as he neared the edge.

With a final, brutal thrust, Ricky erupted, his cock spewing thick, hot cum deep into her womb.

Agatha's body responded with a shuddering gasp, her stomach inflating like a balloon as he filled her completely.

The mixture of his release and her own juices dripped down, creating a slick, chaotic mess between them.

"AH!" Agatha finally let out a desperate cry, her climax crashing over her in waves, leaving her breathless and vulnerable beneath his overpowering presence.

That eruption of heat washed over her psyche like a tidal wave, engulfing Agatha in a deluge of overwhelming sensations.

The brutal climax surged through her, crashing against her consciousness with such intensity that it felt like a shattering revelation of her own body's capabilities.

Each pulse of Ricky's release filled her, a primal introduction to motherhood that left her gasping and breathless.

In that moment, her mind spiraled into blissful oblivion, the world around her fading as her senses drowned in the ecstasy of their union.

*Huff*

*Huff*

*Huff*

Even in her unconscious state, Agatha let out soft, huffed pants, her body twitching with lingering sensations as Ricky slowly pulled out.

His release erupted from her worn, glistening folds, a warm cascade that pooled beneath her, marking the aftermath of their fervent encounter.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Ricky gazed down at his handiwork, a mix of pride and satisfaction flooding his chest.

He marveled at the sight of her, sprawled and blissfully vulnerable, the remnants of their passion glistening against her skin.

With tender care, he pulled the unconscious Agatha into his embrace, cradling her against him.

Her warmth seeped into him, and for a fleeting moment, he actually felt slightly relived to not sleep alone as he hugged his arms around her as her breathing slowly calmed down at the action.

Her head rested softly against his sweaty chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing lulling Ricky into a sense of peace.

As he felt her warmth seep into him, his eyes slowly drifted closed, savoring the intimate moment.

Each gentle inhale of her breath filled him with a serene comfort, and as he succumbed to the embrace of sleep, a single thought flickered in his mind

'Thank you, God, for this dommy mommy.'

Author's Note: Tried something new with this one so tell me if I hit the mark or missed it and other things you'd like to see in smut.