[Abandoned Warehouse]
Rosella can't help but get excited the moment she sees Daniel approaching with that determined expression. Her heart skips a beat, pounding hard beneath her chest.
"Are we gonna make a baby?" she asks bluntly, her voice thick with desire. She feels her pussy grow wet instantly, arousal rising like a hot, heavy wave.
But he doesn't answer.
He grabs her arm roughly. The gesture is sharp, dominant.
Her body is still trembling. She's weak from the earlier fight. Her legs aren't fully responsive, and her muscles feel like lead, but he pulls her with force, completely ignoring how wrecked her body still is.
"Ah…" she barely manages a gasp as he yanks her up and pushes her forward.
Her hands slam against the metallic surface of the box where GLaDOS rests.
She ends up facing it, fingers spread across the metal, and her body reacts on instinct: she lifts her ass, offering it to Daniel.
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"I guess we are…" she murmurs between panting breaths, a mix of irony and lust lacing her voice as she sways her hips side to side, teasing him.
And it works. He positions himself behind her, breathing heavily. He doesn't say a word. He doesn't need to.
Meanwhile, GLaDOS watches everything.
She can't move, but she isn't entirely powerless either. She had anticipated something like this might happen again. And she prepared. Her systems activate, launching defense protocols. She tries to open the weapon bays, ready to blast them both.
Click. Click.
Nothing.
"What!?" she thinks, pissed off. She tries again, but the result is the same. The mechanism is jammed. The weapons won't respond.
Now she really is completely powerless. Reduced to a front-row spectator, forced to watch.
"FUUUUUCK!" she screams in rage, her voice glitching with frustration. She curses everything she can, but no one answers.
Daniel doesn't even look at her. All his attention is on Rosella.
"Yes! Let's make a baby!" she shouts again with a crooked smile. Her tail flicks shamelessly, excited, while her ass pushes back, grinding against Daniel's cock. She wants it. She's begging for it.
Her hips move in slow, small circles as her soaked pussy grinds against him, leaving his cock wet and glistening. Her own fluids run freely down her thighs without an ounce of shame, sliding over the tight skin of her legs.
Daniel responds with a sharp, loud smack.
PLANK!
The slap echoes off her ass, and she moans, arching her back even more.
"Kyaaa!" Rosella cries out—a perfect mix of stinging pain and overwhelming pleasure. Her cheeks burn. Her entire body vibrates as his fingers dig hard into her flesh, gripping without mercy, making her tremble with each jolt.
She can't hold back her moans.
"Mhmm…"
Her back arches to the limit, her stiff nipples brushing against the cold surface of the casing. She barely turns her head to glance at him over her shoulder, lips parted, tongue peeking out, her breath broken and gasping.
"Come on… fuck me, please…" she begs, her voice trembling with pure excitement.
He doesn't answer. He just acts.
He rips her panties off in one brutal motion. The fabric tears with a sharp snap and drops to the floor without resistance. Then he lowers his own pants. His cock—thick, hard—is freed without ceremony, throbbing with intensity.
He lines the head of his cock against Rosella's slick folds. There's no foreplay. There's no need. She's so wet he drives into her with a single, rough thrust—fast, direct, unapologetic.
"AAAHHH! Fuck, yes!" she screams, head thrown back, muscles taut, spine bent like a bow ready to snap. The sensation rips through her, an electric surge exploding inside. The orgasm hits her instantly, without warning, making her legs shake.
But he doesn't let her fall.
He holds her up, gripping her ass tight, keeping her suspended like she weighs nothing, still pushing into her without slowing down.
"Who told you you could cum?" His voice is rough, annoyed.
SLAP!
Another brutal smack explodes across her ass. The sound echoes through the warehouse. The impact forces her to lift it again, even as her legs tremble uncontrollably, on the verge of collapse.
"I'm sorry~!" she whimpers, barely a trembling whisper, choked out between gasps. She tries, uselessly, to steady herself. Sweat runs down her back, mixing with the wetness still dripping between her thighs.
Every muscle burns. She's at her limit. Exhausted. The fight left her in pieces, but she doesn't dare disobey.
She's also incredibly aroused.
"I have to obey my alpha…" she repeats to herself as she bites her lip, digging her nails into the metallic edge of the casing. She tries to control the spasms still shaking her body.
Then he really starts to move.
No pause. Hard thrusts. Fast.
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Rosella's ass bounces uncontrollably. Her skin reddens, hot, with every smack. Her moans spill out unfiltered, one after another, caught between the frantic rhythm and the breath that just won't come fast enough.
Her pussy tightens around Daniel's cock on instinct, trying to hold it in, to keep him buried inside her for as long as possible.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Her moans come out choppy, just broken, wet sounds mixed with the sticky echo of her pussy taking each thrust. The impact repeats without mercy—wet, raw, consuming her whole.
She feels Daniel buried all the way inside, his cock pressing deep, slamming against her cervix. He doesn't pull back even an inch. He's stretching her out, forcing her body to mold around him, to shape itself for him, for her pussy to take the exact form of his cock. Making her his—permanently.
Rosella drips uncontrollably. The liquid slides down her thighs in shiny rivulets, running all the way to her knees. Every time he thrusts, her body leaks more. Her hips, arched to their absolute limit, desperately seek more contact, more friction, more pressure.
Daniel grabs her firmly by the waist, lifting her until her feet barely touch the floor, just brushing it.
Her chest presses against the cold metal of the casing. Her stiff nipples scrape the icy surface, and the forced angle burns through her thighs. She can't move. She can't resist. She can only take him.
"AH! AH! AH!"
Each thrust makes her moan louder, faster, completely out of control. Her eyes squeezed shut, her whole body vibrating with every new slam.
The casing shakes with the rhythm of their bodies.
"Fucking animals!" GLaDOS yells, shaking with every jolt of the box.
But Daniel doesn't stop.
He keeps thrusting. Faster. Deeper. Wilder. Until one final thrust buries itself completely inside her. He holds there, unmoving, pressing deep, his cock throbbing inside her while his fingers dig into Rosella's flesh.
"AAAHHH!"
Rosella's scream is wild, raw. She feels everything.
The orgasm rips through her without warning—brutal. She shudders from her feet to the back of her neck, releasing all that tension in a single, strangled moan. Her juices gush out, running down her thighs, mixing with his in a thick, glistening puddle beneath their bodies.
Heat floods up from her belly like liquid fire. She feels it filling her all at once—his cum spilling inside her, thick and hot, every drop pressing outward, triggering another wave of pleasure that consumes her entirely.
Total overload.
When Daniel finally lets go, her legs just give out. Rosella collapses to her knees, gasping, breathless, her whole body shaking.
As she falls, she nudges the casing just enough to knock GLaDOS off balance. The robotic body tips over and lands right in the still-warm puddle on the floor.
"…God… I don't believe in you, mathematically you don't exist, but if by any chance you do, please let this disgusting mess short-circuit me and put me out of my misery," GLaDOS mutters with bitter resignation, her voice distorted and grim.
No answer.
Just the sound of Rosella's ragged breathing as she tries to lift her head.
Every muscle shakes. It's hard. Everything is hard.
But when she finally looks up—she sees him.
Daniel is standing in front of her.
And what she sees steals her breath.
The wounds she herself had inflicted on him during the fight are closing. One by one. The torn flesh seals up, as if nothing had happened. No scars. No pain. Just new skin.
But that's not all.
There's something else. Something different… and yet, familiar.
She notices a change in him—a new gleam in his eyes. Wilder. Sharper. Subtle, almost imperceptible to anyone… but not to her.
She feels his power growing, his presence expanding, filling the whole room.
And just looking at him, her pussy tightens.
Just seeing him like that, in his most primal form, awakens something deep inside her.
The thought that she could give him strong, invincible children makes her burn inside. She can't help but get aroused just thinking about it.
Daniel takes another step toward her, grabbing her hair firmly and pulling her toward his still-hard erection—wet, slick with both of their fluids.
No words are needed.
Rosella understands.
She opens her mouth without hesitation.
Her tongue comes out first, slow, licking the tip of his cock with something almost reverent, tasting the thick, salty mix. Then she goes further. Opens her jaw wide and takes him in—slow at first—each inch deeper than the last, filling her mouth to the limit until her throat gives a small tug of protest.
Then she hears it.
"Begin."
It's not a suggestion. It's a command.
Rosella moves immediately.
She sucks hard, her tongue wrapping around the base, lips tight and firm. Her head moves back and forth, creating a wet, steady rhythm. A filthy, deliciously obscene sound fills the air.
But it's not enough.
"Do it better!" Daniel growls.
His hands grip her hair tighter, yanking downward. He sets the pace brutally, forcing her until her nose presses against his abdomen and her throat is made to open completely.
The tip hits the back.
She's out of breath for a moment.
And it only turns her on more.
She moans.
The sound vibrates deep around his cock, and he feels it. So does she. That shared vibration is like a jolt. Her eyes water, but she doesn't stop. She gives in. With hunger. With devotion. Every pull of his hand is a command her body obeys gladly.
She's soaked. Breathless. Completely his.
And beneath them, trapped and powerless, GLaDOS has the worst VIP seat of her existence.
Rosella's thick spit spills from the corners of her mouth, dripping in long, merciless strands until it splashes directly onto GLaDOS's metallic casing.
Each drop leaves a glossy mark on the surface, syncing with the filthy rhythm of the moment.
And that's not all.
GLaDOS has a direct, unobstructed view of the exact moment Rosella, without stopping her hungry sucking, slides a hand between her legs. Her fingers plunge into her soaked pussy without hesitation—deep—pumping hard while her mouth keeps working.
The contrast is brutal: one hand desperate for orgasm; the other steady, gripping the base of Daniel's cock, controlling the pace, guiding him deeper and deeper into her throat.
Sluurp… glup… ahhh…
Wet sounds fill the air—sticky, lewd—wrapping the scene in an obscene echo. Rosella sucks hard, slurping, moaning around his cock, pushing her head forward again and again, determined to take every inch.
It doesn't take Daniel long to cum.
His hips tremble—subtle, but unmistakable—just before his fingers tighten in her hair, locking her in place as he cums hard into her mouth.
The first spurt hits her tongue like a shot—hot and unexpected. The rest follows: thick, heavy, overwhelming. Rosella tries to swallow it all, but it's too much.
A creamy string slips from the corner of her lips, trailing down her chin… and lands directly on GLaDOS.
"…This has to be a fucking joke," she thinks, completely resigned.
But there's no mercy.
Just as the second shot bursts out, Rosella cums too.
She moans with his cock still in her mouth, her fingers shaking inside her soaked pussy, dripping everywhere. Her whole body trembles with the orgasm. Her juices gush out, wetting the floor—
—and yes… they hit GLaDOS too.
"I want to die."
Rosella pants, her lips still wrapped around him.
Only when it's over—when all that's left is the faint pulse of his cock twitching in her mouth—does she finally release it. Then she licks from the base to the tip, slow, precise, cleaning every drop with her tongue. She tastes it all.
Only then does she let it go, with a soft, exhausted sigh, feeling like she could pass out right there.
But it's not over. Daniel doesn't give her a break.
With one hand on her chest, he pushes her down to the floor.
Rosella barely has time to laugh, breathless and amazed, before opening her legs wide, eager to take him again.
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He throws himself over her, their bodies crashing together.His hardened cock slides back into her in one solid, precise thrust that makes her arch and moan without restraint.
"AAAHH!"
Every inch of her pussy trembles, every inner fold pushed back, battered by the raw, brutal, delicious friction.
"Ah… ah… ah!"
The thrusts come without pause, one after another—deeper, wilder each time. Their bodies crash together, skin against skin, in a ferocious rhythm that sends her breasts bouncing uncontrollably.
Then she feels it—Daniel's hands grabbing her violently, squeezing her tits with brute force, kneading them mercilessly. And then, without pause, he yanks on her nipples. Hard.
"Aaah! Yes!"
The pain makes her shake her head—pure reflex—but she doesn't want it to stop.
Quite the opposite.
She needs more.
Rosella moans, his fingers gripping her nipples with cruel precision, pulling, stretching, torturing them just right. It's a pain that sends her over the edge—sharp, burning, and soaked in pleasure.
Then Daniel leans in. No warning.
He takes them into his mouth.
He starts sucking, biting, switching from one to the other. His teeth graze her skin, his tongue circles the sensitive edges, his lips suck hard. Every bite pulls a moan from her throat, every suction stokes the fire deeper. Rosella feels it everywhere—waves that radiate from her chest through her entire body.
She clings to him, desperate.
Her legs wrap instinctively around his waist, heels digging into his back, pushing him deeper with every thrust. She wants all of him—every inch.
She wants him to cum inside her. To fill her.
"Please!"
Her voice breaks, reduced to a ragged whisper.
"Master! Please, cum inside… pleaaase!"
Desperate. She cries out with the last breath in her lungs, nails clawing at the filthy floor beneath them, her neck arched back, vision blurred. She knows she's going to cum again—there's no stopping it now.
And just then, Daniel growls.
A deep, savage, almost inhuman sound.
He's right on the edge.
He slams into her with his full weight, burying himself to the hilt and staying there, shaking with her as they both break apart at the same time.
Rosella screams.
The orgasm hits her like a jolt—brutal, drawn-out, so intense it hurts. Her pussy clenches tightly around him, swallowing him whole, refusing to let go, like her body itself doesn't want him to leave.
And Daniel cums inside her a second time.
Slower.
Deeper.
He empties himself right into the center of her body, filling her completely, making her tremble again as the pressure spreads within her.
His weight crushes her, she feels it in every inch… but she doesn't care. She doesn't move. Rosella lets her head fall to the side, eyes rolled back, breath caught. And then—she shuts down. Her body collapses beneath Daniel's, completely surrendered.
And still, he doesn't move away.
He stays on top of her, their bodies still pressed together, tangled, his warm breath against her neck. Their hearts beat in sync—slow, heavy—as if they shared a single pulse.
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Daniel wakes up with a grimace. Morning light filters through some crack in the ceiling, hitting his eyes directly. It's too annoying to ignore. He tries to sit up, still half-asleep, but something holds him down. He frowns, opens his eyes wide… and there she is: Rosella, fast asleep on top of him.
"Move," he growls, shoving her off with a rough push.
"Ow!" she yelps, rolling onto the floor.
As soon as he's free, he realizes it was a bad call. A chill runs through him. The whole warehouse is freezing. For a second, he forgets he's in Atlas.
"Shit... fuck, it's cold!" he complains, hugging himself instinctively.
Rosella sits up exactly where she landed. "I got it, master!" she chirps with sudden enthusiasm, launching herself at him.
Before he can react, she's already wrapped around him—arms, legs, even her long hair tangling around his body like some overenthusiastic octopus. Daniel is about to shove her off again, but hesitates…
She's warm. Really warm, actually.
He sighs in defeat and lets her smother him for a few seconds.
"Now... how the hell am I supposed to deal with clothes," he mutters, eyeing the situation: he's barely wearing pants, nothing else. And Rosella... well, she's completely naked.
He can't go out like this. And he definitely can't let her go out like that.
"Ahh…" he lets out a tired sigh, rubbing his face.
"Relax," says GLaDOS' calm, mechanical voice. "I already took care of the clothing issue. It should arrive any moment now."
That makes him pause. He wasn't expecting GLaDOS to help with anything, not after last night. And yet… something doesn't sit right.
"Where the hell did she get money?" he thinks, remembering they didn't have a single lien left. He'd spent the last of it renting the motorcycle.
"Where did you get… money?" he asks aloud, but before he can press the issue, someone knocks on the warehouse door.
Knock knock knock.
"Go open it," GLaDOS tells him. "That must be the clothes."
Daniel stays still for a moment. He has a bad feeling. But he gets up anyway. He crosses the space rubbing his arms for warmth and peeks through the crack in the door. Sure enough, there's a delivery woman holding several boxes.
He opens the door quickly to keep more cold from getting in.
At first, the delivery woman doesn't even look at him—she's reading something on her device. "Package for… Daniel Hawk…?"
When she finally looks up, her expression shifts dramatically. Daniel knows exactly what she's seeing: his bare chest, scarred and muscular, torn pants, and behind him, Rosella still half-draped on his back, completely naked.
"Yeah, that's me," he replies, not bothering to act normal. It's freezing with the door open, and he just wants to get this over with.
He grabs the boxes without saying much else. As he picks up the last one, he glances at the delivery woman. She's still frozen in place, slightly flushed. He's about to shut the door when she finally manages to say something.
"Are you… um… the ones from the video?" she asks in a nervous tone.
Daniel blinks. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replies flatly, then shuts the door without hesitation.
He walks further inside, carrying the boxes and prying Rosella off him.
"You too. Get dressed," he tells her, tossing one of the clothing boxes her way.
While she's changing, he watches her from the corner of his eye. For some reason, he doesn't feel the awkwardness he thought he would. No tension, no regret… just a strange sense of familiarity.
He frowns but lets it go. There are more important things.
"Where did you get the money?" he asks again.
GLaDOS hums softly before answering. "I earned it last night. I uploaded a video."
"A video…?" Daniel repeats, narrowing his eyes.
Just then, GLaDOS projects a screen in front of him and starts playing the clip. The title hits instantly, loud and clear.
[#Sex #Bondage #Sadism – Dominant Man Owns Faunus Girl in Abandoned Warehouse]
"YOU BITCH! YOU POSTED THAT ONLINE?!" Daniel shouts, eyes wide.
"Don't worry," GLaDOS says in a reassuring tone as she skips to a specific part of the video. "Look."
In the frame, his face is completely covered by a small black rectangle. "See? You're totally hidden. Nothing to worry about."
Daniel just stares in silence for a few seconds.
"It's getting popular fast," she adds with a hint of satisfaction.
"Is this… from what happened last night?" Daniel asks, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Yes," GLaDOS replies. "It's from what happened last night."
Daniel closes his eyes for a moment. Only one word comes out:
"Fuck…"
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Author's note:
If you find any mistakes, let me know. I had to translate this chapter three times because it had so many issues. Anyway, I hope you liked it.The last part was added at the last minute because I needed a few more words to hit the minimum.
I'm still not sure if the main character will turn into a wolf, faunus, or something similar—I haven't decided yet.Also, someone suggested the Human-Human Fruit item for the gacha, and I'm really tempted to include it.
I know I had something important to say, but I forgot what it was…Anyway, see you!Leave a comment—don't be a rat!
Kisses and hugs!