Bianca couldn’t recall many of her dreams, but this one seemed especially vivid.

  She was ying in a bed not too dissimir to the one in her old college, and her dearest pet was on top of her, riding Bianca’s thick, dark cock. Her tight pussy was stretched out, seemingly to its limits, her nether lips gripping her shaft tightly as she bounced up and down.

  Seeing Bianca looking at her, Song Ming smiled wider, leaning forward to accentuate her tits, putting her hands on Bianca’s shoulders as she amplified her efforts. She lifted her hips up until only the head of Bianca’s cock remained inside her needy, dripping wet cunt, seeming to admire the sheer length that would be filling her up, her pussy juices coating the shaft.

  After a moment that felt akin to an eternity, Song Ming smmed her hips back down, moaning with delight as her pussy was filled completely, the entrance to her womb being kissed by the tip of Bianca’s throbbing cock.

  With how warm and wet her cunt was, Bianca almost couldn’t believe it was a dream, and yet, as pleasant as the experience was, she knew that she couldn’t be in this pce, with these surroundings.

  So, despite her darling pet bouncing on her cock, her ass cpping with each motion, her heavy boobs tempting Bianca to grasp and fondle them… she forced her eyes to open for real.

  The dorm room faded, the comfortable bed was repced with… a slightly less comfortable, and far older, bed, and the tight embrace of her girlfriend’s pussy turned out to be her pet’s warm, wet mouth. Right now, she was taking her dick balls-deep, her lips locked around the base of Bianca’s dick. The coating of dark lipstick that covered them left clear marks on Bianca’s shaft and balls, although the near-white pubes covering her sack made the lipstick marks hard to spot.

  Since Bianca hadn’t found time to shave in a long while, her balls were covered with a thick coating of pubic hair. Judging by how wet that forest of hairs seemed to be, and the few hairs stuck on her cheeks, that didn’t deter her pet at all.

  Seeing her awaken, Song Ming’s eyes widened, and the conflict between rising up or staying down to finish her off was too obvious in her expression.

  It was clear that she had been there a while, for the dark violet mascara she’d applied was ruined, numerous streaks running down her face. Even now, although she seemed comfortable with the majority of Bianca’s cock occupying her mouth, there were tears in the corners of her eyes, threatening to make a further mess of her makeup.

  “Morning, sweetheart. Taking care of me again, aren’t you?”

  Song Ming hummed around her dick in response, making up her mind to keep sucking. She kept most of Bianca’s cock in her mouth, her tongue working on the underside while she bobbed up and down just a little, taking the head of her dick into her throat.

  “Good girl,” Bianca reached forward and put her hand on Song Ming’s head, gently patting her as her loyal pet sucked her off.

  After the rather exciting dream, and all of the attention her girlfriend had given to her dick while she was asleep, Bianca was already close to cumming, so she didn’t try to hold it back. Her length throbbed and stiffened even more, her balls clenching as they sought to flood Song Ming’s mouth with hot, steamy seed.

  She couldn’t help but force her pet down as she came, moaning loudly as she did so. Her cum surged through her shaft and flooded Song Ming’s mouth, and despite her darling’s attempt to swallow it all, soon bulged her cheeks and led to some spilling past her lips, some even coming out of her nose.

  Despite gagging and sputtering, her girlfriend managed to endure, finally being let go as the tidal wave of cum slowed to a mere trickle. Nevertheless, Song Ming stayed down, lips firmly locked around the base of Bianca’s cock, and gulped down the seed that poured into her mouth, seeming not to require air at all.

  Her pet only started to come up when Bianca’s cock started to fade, almost seeming disappointed that she didn’t get a follow-up drink.

  She came up and let Bianca’s thick dick come free with a pop, just in time for it to disappear, and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. Dutifully, she had swallowed every drop, so outside of the stray, sweaty pubes sticking to her skin, it was almost as though she hadn’t just relieved Bianca of her morning wood.

  Almost.

  While Bianca’s cock faded away, the earthy, sweaty, potent scent of it lingered on her pet’s breath. There was still some cum by her nostrils, and her chin was coated in saliva from some sloppy action Bianca unfortunately missed.

  “Good girl… thank you for taking care of that. Again.”

  Only then did Song Ming close her mouth, a wide, beaming smile quickly lighting up her face, “Anything for you, Mistress! Not to mention… I love doing this. Helping you relieve some of your worries, letting you start the day with a smile… it warms my heart like you wouldn’t believe, Mistress.”

  “Trust me, I believe you, sweetheart… Although, with how I end up conjuring that thing every day, it almost feels as though it’s no different from being permanent,” Bianca sighed as she sat up in bed, pulling aside the bedsheets while looking out to the side.

  It had been quite the hectic few months, ever since the Reaper’s Grave had been taken by them.

  The necromancers had fortunately departed without attempts to retaliate, and just in time, too, for their modifications to the array quickly began to have issues. Maintaining it required quite the effort, and each day since forced her and the others to work together to keep it from exploding – or worse.

  Still, they had gone from camping out in the wild, to staying in any home or room of the Reaper’s Grave that they chose. As Sect Mistress, Bianca naturally climbed to the very peak and found a chamber presumably intended for the original leader of the reapers, a rge, open room with a comfortable, huge bed and plenty of openings through which to admire her surroundings. The others picked out spots of a lower standing, but even then they were effectively living in opulence, or what opulence remained after a hundred thousand years of necromancer occupation.

  They even found various makeup supplies, ancient pills and medicinal pastes, and heavens know what else lying around. It seemed to have been of little interest to the former occupants, so there was plenty to pick out. The lipstick, mascara, eye shadow and more that Song Ming – and the others – had started using all came from here.

  “Well, let’s not waste time. Once everything is sorted, we’ll have many hours to lie around as we wish, so let’s get to that point as quickly as we can,” Bianca said, with Song Ming nodding eagerly in reply.

  She stood up, briefly stretching, her gaze snagging on a bedside table currently occupied by a rather rge number of buttplugs, arrayed based on size, going from left to right. One, currently still residing in her pet’s ass, remained conspicuously absent, but the rest made for a lovely collection. Her attention was mainly grabbed by the rgest one, at the very end, a matte bck plug ending with a jewelled base, which had been inside her until recently.

  The temptation to wear it around again was awfully strong, but she endured, for now.

  Instead, she headed for a mirror that was taller than she was, at least two metres in height, and quickly examined herself.

  Although the busy schedule afforded no opportunities to advance in realm, her interaction with the array, as well as the energies of Shouge Zhe and Huang Su, still seemed to impact her body.

  For one, her cock had grown rather significantly. It wasn’t far from matching Han Rushu’s size, in length and girth, and tested her pet’s ability to take it all, whether in her mouth or other holes, but to an average observer, that wouldn’t be immediately apparent.

  Her skin tone, however, would be. Previously, she had become obviously pale, but now she was a single shade away from being as white as snow. Combined with her vivid crimson eyes, she looked almost nothing like she had when first arriving in this world, a single step from complete albinism. Her hair had already turned near-white before, back during the incident at Heart’s Core Town, after all, affecting all the hair all over her body. Even her eyeshes were close to white.

  Although, as the thoughts of that situation came up, the image in the mirror changed. Rather than matching her every motion, the her in the mirror looked more… meek, her shoulders lower and her eyes focused down, onto the ground.

  ‘You,’ she thought, addressing that image, only for the her in the mirror to shake her head.

  ‘No, me. Us, at best.’

  ‘Will you try to lecture me again?’

  ‘I… I just want the best. For her. For us. For everyone I’ve pulled along into this madness. I know both of us want this, in our own… twisted way.’

  When Song Ming was threatened, the Demon Queen overtook her, completely and utterly. That meek, weak side of her was relegated to a feeble voice whispering within her head – but it seemed that this wasn’t the end of things.

  With months of peace, the other side of her slowly rose more and more to prominence, although she didn’t recim control, nor seem to ever grow beyond a certain point. No, instead, she would nag and prod Bianca – the true, powerful Bianca, as she liked to consider herself – about all kinds of right and moral things. She warned against trying to deliberately mind control people, against acting out the fantasy of literally fucking Yu Juan’s mind while within her mental ndscape, and all kinds of other, boring things.

  Despite that… it was hard to refuse her most of the time. Although it was frustrating at times, she could tell that it was actually working out for her. Huang Su had clearly been bothered by how she was treated after the Heart’s Core Town incident, but seeing Bianca mellow out like this and act more like she did before seemed to soothe her frustration.

  Simirly, the kitsune’s gaze became less guarded, less like she was viewing a powerful rival. On one hand, it slightly hurt her pride, but on the other, it was a far safer state of affairs.

  Still, neither side of her was entirely happy with it, so the occasional mental spat happened then and again. It never got as… intense as a number of times when the Demon Queen side had taken over entirely, but it did lead to an overall calmer character than before.

  Her and her reflection stared at one another in silence so intently, that Bianca completely missed her pet sneaking up behind her, grabbing her ass and burying her face in there.

  As the reflection in the mirror returned to normal, she saw her pet on her knees behind her, spreading out her ass cheeks with her hands while diving in to pnt a wet, sloppy kiss on Bianca’s asshole.

  “Sweetie, are you still wanting more even when your belly is bulging like that?”

  It was no exaggeration, as her typically ft belly seemed to have infted quite a bit from the load she had swallowed, although there were plenty of changes to her body compared to a few months ago. Her tits had grown by a size, as did her ass, giving her a slightly more mature figure. Even her lips felt a little softer and fuller compared to before, as was all too evident as she went from merely peppering kisses on Bianca’s hole to pushing her tongue inside, rimming her tight ass like her life depended on it.

  The sensation made her moan, and after a moment of hesitation, she decided to allow herself to rex and let Song Ming take care of her growing arousal – caused almost entirely by the same lewd pet.

  “Mishtresh, I… hah,” she briefly withdrew, taking the opportunity for a deep breath, “I don’t like seeing you so… pensive and conflicted. Helping you rex… it makes my heart race.”

  She dove back in, going in as deep as she could even as her nose ended up pressed into Bianca’s ass, leaving her with nothing but her owner’s sweat to breathe. If anything, it made her more eager, using her tongue with wonderful expertise. Finding every sensitive spot with ease, she easily distracted Bianca from any kind of worry or frustration, both selves going quiet.

  “Mh… yes, right there, sweetie…” she reached back and put her hand on the back of Song Ming’s head, arching her back as she let herself feel every wonderful sensation.

  However, there was a thought that popped up no matter how much she wanted to avoid it – Song Ming’s pregnancy, and the ck of apparent signs at her belly. It would’ve been trivial to ask an expert like Huang Su – expert in terms of pnar energy and spiritual perception, not necessarily recognising the internal goings-on of pregnancy – but somehow, she was a little scared about confirming the reality of the situation.

  Sure, her tits were growing, which… felt like a thing that’d happen with pregnancy, and the growing maturity her appearance dispyed also felt right, but still.

  That nagging doubt didn’t want to leave her.

  So, to distract herself, she used the Weave’s aid to peer around her back and watch Song Ming eating her ass, and the thick ring of near-bck lipstick left on and around her asshole.

  The sight alone made the whole thing so much more arousing, and without a big, needy dick to satisfy, her body didn’t need too much stimution. Still, she brought her other hand down to her pussy, wet and dripping down her thighs since the morning, and rubbed her clit slowly and gently.

  It almost felt strange to do so. Ever since she’d gotten the ability to summon a cock, she’d end up using it nearly every time, and her pussy would end up more and more neglected. In the past few months of trying to bring the Reaper’s Grave to some sembnce of repair, she had basically avoided touching it completely.

  Even when she considered getting fucked and penetrated, rather than the other way around, she defaulted to thinking about her asshole instead.

  As such, she was rather sensitive down there. The sensations from the front and back combined quickly built up to be too much, her legs growing weak as she reached climax. She clenched around Song Ming’s tongue as her pussy soaked her inner thighs, the relief of orgasm finally allowing her to put aside the more intrusive thoughts.

  “Ah… thank you, sweetie.”

  Song Ming pnted a quick kiss on her ass before pleading, “Call me your pet, like usual. Lately, you’ve been less willing to degrade me, and I miss it so much, Mistress!”

  “Fine, fine, pet, come here,” Bianca turned around patted Song Ming on the head, gently stroking her soft hair, “Or would you prefer that I call you my depraved, sexy slut? A horny bitch with a leaking pussy? A whore that can’t live without my cock in her ass?”

  “Ngh… M-Mistress!” her pet seemed more than satisfied, as her cunt sprayed her arousal all over the tiled floor.

  “Darling, if you keep marking our territory like this, we’ll need to keep cleaning up, you know? It’s not like before, where we could just flee as if nothing happened.”

  “I don’t mind it, Mistress. If you want me to lick it all up, I would!” Song Ming excimed proudly, before suddenly getting all bashful, a nostalgic blush spreading over her cheeks, “A-And if you wanted to mark this pce, or me, like an actual animal… I’d lick that up too.”

  “While I can’t deny that you look way too enticing when you say that… we should get on with our day. There’ll be plenty of time for kinky stuff ter,” Bianca only barely managed to supress her own blush as she imagined… well, quite a few things.

  Although her pet pouted, she nonetheless got up, her lipstick smeared even more than before. Together, they got dressed, and her pet fixed her makeup while Bianca applied hers.

  As the stocks avaible at the Reaper’s Grave were rather consistent in their theme, she didn’t have too much of a choice, so she opted for the lightest stuff on hand, a glossy purple that she applied in moderation – nothing like the thick coating Song Ming preferred to leave as many marks on her cock as possible.

  Even then, the dark shade contrasted greatly with her near-white skin, making for a potent, vivid highlight. Simirly, no matter what eyeshadow or mascara she might’ve wanted to use – and it should be noted, these items weren’t quite the same as what she was used to from Orbis, but the words she heard matched, so it was easier to refer to these makeup products as such – it was bound to accentuate her eyes greatly, so she just opted for a pin, matte bck.

  She didn’t have much time to experiment with her hair, so it remained either loose or in a pin ponytail, when she needed it out of the way. The temptation to try out something new was very much there, however. Perhaps parting it differently, perhaps braiding or styling it in some manner…

  Her pet was in much the same state, making do with whatever she had, although in her case, attempting to style her hair would be a waste of time, since nearly every time, Bianca would help her make a total mess of it mere minutes ter. That didn’t stop her applying makeup after every encounter, just so that it could be messed up again.

  “Mistress?”

  “Just admiring my precious little pet. Boop,” Bianca leaned forward and gently tapped the tip of Song Ming’s nose, “Just appreciate me being in a good mood, sweetie, and let us depart.”

  “Mhm!”