Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World.

Over an unknown mountain, hidden behind a curtain of ancient pines, the air hung thick with the scent of resin and arousal.

*Chuuuuuuu…*

Anon had Mira pinned hard against the rough bark of an old jukan tree, one massive thigh shoved between hers, spreading her stance just enough to keep her off-balance. His mouth devoured hers like a starving beast—lips bruising, teeth grazing, tongue claiming every wet corner without permission or mercy.

He broke the kiss with a wet pop, strings of saliva still connecting their mouths for a shameful half-second before snapping.

“Whom do you belong to ?” His voice came out low, gravel-rough. He seized her jaw in one big hand, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her cheekbones, forcing her dazed eyes to lock onto his.

“You, Master…” Mira’s voice trembled, breathy and small. “My body only belongs to—”

She never finished.

Anon’s other hand shot down, fingers sinking into the plush meat of her ass like he was trying to leave permanent fingerprints on her ass cheeks. He yanked her forward at the same moment he crushed his mouth back to hers, swallowing the rest of her sentence along with her startled gasp.

His tongue plunged deep, aggressive, invasive coiling around her tongue, stroking the roof of her mouth, then flicking the sensitive underside until she whimpered into the kiss.

*CHUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*

*SQUEEZEEEEEEE*

The wet, obscene voices of their mouths filled the mountain silence, louder than the wind.

While his tongue fucked her mouth in slow, deliberate strokes, his right hand kneaded her ass with punishing force. Thick fingers spread her cheeks apart through the thin fabric of her shorts, then squeezed again—hard enough that the pressure radiated straight to her clit. Mira’s hips jerked involuntarily, grinding her soaked pussy against his thighs.

“Mmmnnhhh…” The moan tried to escape, but Anon sealed it inside her throat, drinking every muffled sound like liquor.

Five full minutes passed like that—slow, filthy kissing while his hand never stopped working her ass. Squeezing, spreading, slapping lightly, then digging in again until the skin beneath her shorts burned pink. Every time she tried to pull back for air he followed, biting her lower lip and tugging until she whined.

When he finally released her mouth, a glistening bridge of spit stretched between them before breaking. Mira’s lips were swollen, dark red, trembling.

“Master…” she whispered, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed. Her whole body vibrated with the low-grade current of pleasure he’d forced into her.

Anon smirked—dark, predatory. His hands stayed locked on her ass, thumbs tracing slow, maddening circles over the lower curve where thigh met cheek.

“You have a really thick ass, don’t you Luv ?” He punctuated the words by gripping both of her thick buns and lifting, forcing her onto her toes. Her heavy breasts mashed against his chest; stiff, aching nipples scraped over his shirt like little bullets. “So fucking soft… so thick. They jiggle every time I grab them.”

Mira bit her lip, trying—and failing—to stifle the tiny, embarrassed moan that slipped out.

Anon’s left hand finally left her ass. He brought it up slowly between their bodies, palm glistening with a thick, obscene mixture of her leaking pre-cum and sweat-soaked skin.

“Well… what is this?” he murmured, voice dripping with a perverted smirk.

He smeared the sticky fluid across her cheek—slow, deliberate—then dragged his wet fingers down to her lips.

“Open,” he ordered.

Mira’s lips parted instantly.

He pushed two fingers inside her mouth, letting her taste the salty-sweet mess of him and her combined. Her tongue curled around them without hesitation, sucking softly, eyes fluttering closed in humiliated bliss.

“Good girl,” he replied, pumping his fingers shallowly while his right hand returned to her ass—sliding to her pussy this time, feeling the complete wet mess that she had made.

“Anhhhh~” Mira moaned slowly as she felt Anon’s fingers grinding against her wet pussy.

Her legs were already shaking like a newborn fawn when another thick gush of her own pre-cum drooled out of her swollen cunt, running in hot, sticky ropes down the insides of her trembling thighs and pooling in the dirt between her knees.

“How about you show me how good your mouth pussy is, Luv?” Anon asked, voice thick with dark amusement as he stared down at the wrecked girl kneeling in front of him.

“Y-Yes… Master…” Mira’s reply came out slurred, already half-dazed. She dropped to her knees so fast the impact made her heavy tits bounce up and down. Her shaking fingers fumbled at his zipper, desperate and clumsy.

*WHIPPP*

The second the button popped and the zipper gave way, his massive, vein-ridged cock sprang free like a coiled weapon—thick, heavy, glistening with a fat bead of pre-cum at the slit—and slapped down across her upturned face with a wet smack. The bulbous head landed right over her left eye, smearing a glossy streak from eyebrow to cheekbone.

“S-So big…!!” Mira gasped, eyes wide with genuine shock for half a heartbeat until the raw, musky, pheromone-drenched stench of his cock flooded her nose.

Her pupils blew wide. Her whole body seized.

*SQUIRRRTTTT—SPLRRRTTT—SQUELCH*

A violent, obscene gush exploded from her cunt, soaking her thighs, splashing onto the ground, drenching the grass beneath her. Her hips bucked forward involuntarily like she was trying to fuck the empty air.

“Ohhhhhhh… Anhhhhhhh~!!”

Her face crumpled into full, broken ahegao: lips locked in a perfect, drooling ‘O’, eyes rolling back until only the whites showed, tongue lolling out long and limp, thick strands of spit already dripping from the tip to splatter on her heaving tits.

Anon let out a low, satisfied chuckle.

“Fine… I’ll just use that mouth pussy myself. Obviously the changes I made in your memories turned your slutty little body into a hypersensitive bitch for my scent. I don’t feel like fucking an unconscious cum-bucket tonight.”

He fisted a handful of her hair and yanked her head forward at the same moment he thrust.

*GLUCK—GWAK—GWAK—GWAK—GWAK—GWAK—GWAK—*

His thick cockhead punched past her lips, scraped over her flattened tongue, and slammed straight into the back of her throat on the first brutal stroke. Her gag reflex fired instantly, throat convulsing, trying to expel the invader, but he didn’t care. He just kept ramming, using the spasming muscles like a sleeve made for his pleasure.

Tears instantly poured from the corners of her crossed eyes. Thick ropes of bubbly spit and pre-cum frothed at the stretched corners of her mouth with every withdrawal, only to be forced back inside with the next vicious plunge. Wet *glorps* and choking *gwurks* echoed obscenely through the quiet mountain air.

*GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK-GWAK*

“Dragon mouth pussies are best.”