Chapter 328 Last.

Chapter 328: 328 Last.

A flick of my powers sent my old bracers and anklets whipping across the room and locking around Rhea’s wrists and ankles.

She yelped in shock as the metal yanked her limbs wide, lifting her spread-eagle into the air until her toes dangled clear of the floor.

The faint vibration of the magnetic field kept every cuff humming solidly against her skin, as unyielding as if they had been bolted to the walls.

I stepped back and simply looked at her.

Rhea hung there flushed and trembling, making those little token struggles that never quite managed to look like real resistance. Her soft white-and-pink dog ears twitched furiously. The dainty fluff of her tail flicked in rapid, betraying arcs of pure lust. Her lab coat had been shoved open earlier; now the rest of her clothes were about to follow.

"Good look for you," I said, letting the new armour peel away piece by piece until I stood bare in front of her again. I stroked my chin in exaggerated contemplation. "Hmm. A very good look."

"V-Miles! What are—"

"Ah-ah." I moved behind her, resting one calloused hand on the pale slope of her shoulder. My breath brushed the sensitive shell of her ear. "What were you calling me before?"

Rhea gulped audibly. Another full-body twitch of naked desire ran through her; the tip of her tail curled tight.

"M-Master...?" she whimpered.

"That’s right." I unclasped her bra. The filmy cups peeled away from her plump breasts and fluttered to the floor. "And Master likes it very much when his personal mad scientist is all nice... and helpless... and needy for him."

My arms slid around her from behind. I cupped both heavy tits at once, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, rolling her nipples between finger and thumb until they stood stiff and flushed. Rhea arched as much as the restraints allowed, a high, needy whine spilling out of her.

"Mnnnnn—Masterrrrrr—"

"What? Do you like that?" I pressed the hard bulge of my cock against the soft curve of her ass, grinding slowly. "Does my little dog-girl scientist like it when Master plays with her big tits while she’s completely helpless? Utterly at my mercy? Who would have thought."

"S-so meeeean—" she whimpered, face burning, yet her hips kept making tiny, involuntary rolls backward against me.

"Want to go further, Rhea?" I whispered, lips brushing the edge of her ear. "Should I fuck you just like this? Stretched out and floating? Absolutely helpless while Master uses that wet little cunt however he wants?"

Her breath hitched. The cuffs hummed louder as she tugged at them, not to escape but because the helplessness itself was turning her on so hard she could barely stand it.

"I... I..."

"Say it." I caught her earlobe between my teeth and sucked.

"Nnnn—y-yesssss! Please, Master—please fuck me—"

"Love it when you’re honest."

I yanked her panties down in one sharp motion; they caught at her spread knees and stayed there. My own boxers followed.

A flex of magnetic power yanked her hips backward, presenting that dripping, flushed pussy at the perfect height. I gripped her soft waist, lined up, and pushed in with one long, steady thrust.

Rhea’s cry cracked into a pure animal howl.

I buried myself to the hilt and stayed there a second, savouring the way her cunt fluttered and clenched around me, already soaked and greedy. Then I started moving—deep, heavy strokes that made her dangling breasts swing and the metal cuffs sing with every impact.

"Ohhhhh fuck—Master—yes—yes—"

I reached forward, slid my hands up past her shoulders, and closed my fists around the bases of her soft dog ears. I used them like handles, like horns, pulling her head back so her spine arched beautifully and every thrust drove even deeper.

The moment I took hold of her ears, coherent speech left her.

Rhea’s tongue lolled out of her mouth, long and pink and dripping. Her eyes rolled. All that came out of her were broken, desperate barks and high, keening howls timed to every slap of my hips against her ass.

"Woof—ah—woof—rrrrr—ahhh—woof!"

"That’s it," I growled, using her ears for leverage as I pounded her harder. "There’s my good girl. No more words. Just those pretty dog sounds while Master fucks his favourite little scientist senseless in her own lab."

Her pussy clamped down in rhythmic spasms. The wet, filthy sounds of me driving into her filled the lab. Her tail thrashed wildly between us.

Every time I tugged a little harder on her ears she barked louder, tongue hanging further out, drool starting to drip onto the floor beneath her.

I kept one fist locked in her left ear and brought the other hand around to maul her swinging tits again, pinching and rolling her nipples in time with the thrusts.

Rhea’s howls climbed higher, turning into continuous, broken yips and moans.

She was past the point of pretending she had any dignity left; she was pure, whimpering, barking need, held open and used exactly the way she craved.

"Come for me," I ordered against the back of her neck. "Come on Master’s cock like the good little dog you are. Let me hear it."

She shattered with a long, wavering howl that cracked in the middle. Her cunt locked down in hard, milking pulses, soaking my cock and balls.

The force of it dragged me over the edge right after her. I slammed in to the root and came hard, flooding her in thick, hot spurts while she kept twitching and weakly barking through the aftershocks.

I eased the magnetic pull just enough to lower her into my arms, still buried inside her, and sank into the nearest chair with Rhea curled against my chest.

Her ears were still warm under my palms. Her tongue had finally slipped back into her mouth, but she was panting hard, eyes glassy and blissed-out.

"Ohhhh Miles..." she managed after a long minute, voice hoarse. A shaky, satisfied smile tugged at her lips. "You... ah... feeling r-relaxed now?"

I laughed softly and kissed the top of her head, right between those soft ears.

"Absolutely. Nothing like an evening with my baddest babes to burn off the tension."

Rhea giggled and nuzzled into my chest, her soft woolly hair warm against my skin. "Mmm. Damn straight. And that means you gotta come back. Got it?"

"You do make a compelling argument for surviving," I said, arms tightening around her. "I promise. I’ll come back with everyone."

She sighed, the last of the tension melting out of her body as she relaxed fully against me.

"Good," she murmured. "That’s good..."

I held her there in the quiet of the lab, stroking slow circles on her back while the cuffs cooled against her skin. There was still work waiting—gear to finish, plans to finalise, a clown to bury.

But for now I simply stayed right where I was, buried in the warm, spent body of my favourite mad scientist, and let the moment last.