The second Dawn left the shop that night, leaving Mallory and I to close up, it was like a switch went off in Mallory’s beautiful head.

She climbed on top of me in the back of the bookstore, far from any windows, kissing hot and heavy. Her slender legs wrapped around my waist. Thick, full breasts pressed hard on my chest, and her beautiful face melted into mine as our tongues lashed together in passion. I pressed her against the wall and she giggled wildly, still kissing. Her teeth scraped down my chin, my neck, her hands running up and down my body with spectacular fervor.

“Fuck!” she moaned, tilting the top of her head into my shoulder. I could feel the heat pulsing from her body, from her cunt. My cock was as hard as it had ever been, and I wanted her. “I don’t fucking understand this. Yesterday you were just…you were just some nice guy, and now you’re you and I can’t get the thought of you from my head, no matter how hard I try. And I don’t try that hard, because I like it too much.”

“You don’t have to worry about it. Trust me.”

Immediately, I saw all discord slide from her body. Her trust for me quickly pushed out any second-guessing. My cock jumped at the sight of my instant, obvious control of her thoughts.

I stroked her face, pulling her in for a long, melting kiss. She wrapped herself around me further. I knew she could feel my hard-on.

“I don’t want you to be a virgin anymore,” she said. “I want you to fuck me. I want to be your first.”

She paused, as if suddenly uncertain. Thinking, perhaps, that she had pressed too far.

“Is that…I mean, that’s okay, right? You want to fuck me, don’t you? I want to fuck you.” Her tone, full of warmth and monotone. “I find you so attractive. I trust you like, completely. And I want…” she pushed her thick mane of hair back, looking completely vulnerable. “I want to be your girlfriend. I’ve never been anyone’s girlfriend. I didn’t think that was…even a good thing. But I want that. From you.”

She slid down from my body, clearly feeling emotional.

“I’m sorry. This is stupid. I shouldn’t have said that. You don’t have to want that. I—oh!”

I grabbed her and pulled her tight against me. My hips grinding against hers. “I trust you completely,” I said. She shuddered with visible pleasure. “I find you immensely attractive. And I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“F-fuck,” she moaned softly. Her breath was sweet against my lips. Hips pulsing softly forward into my cock. “I…I need it. I need your cock in me. I need it right now. I’m about to cum. I need to feel you in me. Holy fuck, Victor!”

I didn’t need to hear any more than that. In seconds, she was on the floor, legs spread wide. Her tiny denim skirt pushed up past her wide, sexy hips. Hot vaginal fluids leaked down onto the floor, her cunt pulsating with every second.

“I don’t…” I shook my head suddenly. “I forgot to bring protection.”

“You don’t need a condom,” she said. “I don’t care. I don’t care. Fucking come in me. Come in me, please!”

Thrusting hard, I buried myself hips-deep into her perfectly tight, wet snatch. There was no hesitation, no awkward fumbling. This was pure biology. My cock pumping into her body, in and out, our two young bodies rutting like wild animals.

Her voice broke open on a long, desperate moan that she caught between her teeth, head thrown back against the floor. Her fingers clawed at the back of my shirt, pulling it up, nails dragging down my spine. I felt every scratch like a lit match.

She was tight in a way that made my whole body seize up. Hot and slick and gripping me on every stroke, her inner walls clenching hard each time I pushed to the hilt. I had read about this. I had thought about this, in the abstract, lonely, theoretical way that virgins think about sex. None of it had prepared me for the reality of it. For the specific, overwhelming, brain-dissolving reality of Mallory’s cunt wrapped around my cock while she gasped my name into the dusty storage room air.

“Victor,” she breathed. “Victor, Victor, Victor—“

Not a question. Not a demand. Just my name, repeated like she needed the sound of it to stay grounded.

Her legs came up around my waist and locked at the ankles, pulling me deeper, and the angle shifted and she made a sound that I felt in my back teeth. Her hips rose to meet every thrust, her body working with mine in a rhythm that felt like it had existed somewhere before tonight, waiting to be found.

“You feel incredible,” I said, and meant it in a way that had nothing to do with the trance.

“You feel incredible,” she said back, and I couldn’t tell anymore whether she was echoing me or just saying what was true.

Her back arched up off the floor, her breasts pushing hard against the thin fabric of her shirt, and I grabbed the neck of it and pulled it down. Her bra followed. And then they were bare—full and heavy and warm, spilling out into my hands as I cupped them, thumbs dragging over her stiff nipples. She cried out at that, a short, bitten-off sound.

I bent and put my mouth on her throat, then her collarbone, then the swell of her breast. Her skin tasted like sweat and warmth and something underneath that was just Mallory, just the specific human chemistry of her, and I pressed my face into her and breathed it in while I fucked her steadily into the floor.

Her fingers had found my hair. She gripped it hard, not guiding, just holding on.

“I’m going to cum,” she said. Her voice had gone ragged and small. “Oh god. Oh god, I’m already going to—“

Her thighs locked around me and her whole body shook. I felt it everywhere. The clench and release of her around my cock, her spine curling up from the floor, her mouth falling open on a long broken sound that started as my name and ended as nothing at all, just pure vibrating air. Her fingers twisted in my hair hard enough to sting and I didn’t care.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned, clutching me tight to her body. “O-oh oh fuck!”

She shook insanely, her entire body contorting beneath me. A long, easy cry left her lips, followed by an almost maniacal sort of laugh.

I slowed down slightly, worried. “Are you all right?”

“Am I…” she giggled, sounding drunk. “‘Am I all right,’ ‘he says. Yes, you idiot. You just made me cum. From talking and from barely fucking me.” She gripped my ass hard. “Now…put that thing to work and let’s see what you can really do.”

At her words, my precum spilled into her cunt, lubricating it even further. This only seemed to heighten her arousal—and it definitely pushed mine up.

The thought of using any sort of protection struck me as profoundly unnatural. And somehow I knew—innately, deep in my core—that she wasn’t on birth control. Later, she would confirm this for me, but it was almost unnecessary. I knew that part of why she had been so deeply affected by my cum was because of her fertility. Her ability to get pregnant, plenty of times, from the potent cum that only I would ever fill her with.

As I thrust inside her, her body writhing in pleasure, my mind filled with primal images and ideas. About her natural place, on her knees before me. Worshiping the cock that had shown her what her true purpose was. Her pregnant belly swelling from the force of my hurricane fucking, tits leaking out ambrosia-like milk that only a select few would ever taste and enjoy.

And not just her, but Lori. Dawn. Hell, even Minjee and Audrey. Every woman I had ever wanted, their minds and thoughts reshaped around their proper role in servicing me. All these women had been drawn around me for a reason, and that reason was to propagate. To spread the seed of the next stage of humanity. To fill them like they had never been filled. To make every last one of their fertile bodies as pregnant as possible.

“Oh my god,” Mallory moaned, her face worshipful. “How the fuck are y-you…a v-virgin? Oh my god I’m gonna cum again…”

My strokes had been slow, but powerful. I thrust forward deep and long, feeling my need to cum build up with each tight passage through her incredibly hot, wet canal.

“I’ll cum with you,” I said. “Together. Okay?”

She nodded. “I’m so close. I’m so close. Please, Sir. Please…do it. Do it now, please!”

I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to. And her calling me “Sir” right there at the end…an unexpected condiment to the delicious meal of our first fuck. I unloaded inside of her fertile body, delivering everything that I knew I could.

Slowly, after I stopped shuddering and kissing her, my thoughts returned to normal.

All that idiocy about owning all those women—being worshiped. Pipe dreams. Stupid dreams. It would be foolhardy to even try. Just the stuff of boners and the need to cum. But still…it was tempting.

“Mallory,” I said.

“Mallory.”

Oh…wow. Just like when I had emptied my cum down her throat, she had entered a trance. All it took was my cum entering her body.

The trance seemed incredibly deep, too—like the kind Lori had when she’d been given extra cum to guzzle down. I didn’t want to waste it.

“Mallory, you want to be my girlfriend.”

Her voice was sleepy and pleased. “I want to be your girlfriend.”

“Being my girlfriend turns you on.”

“Being your girlfriend turns me on.”

“You’ll fuck me anytime. Anywhere.”

“I’ll fuck you anytime. Anywhere.”

“Pleasing me pleases you.”

“Pleasing you pleases me.”

“You get turned on when you’re around me.”

“I get turned on when I’m around you.”

I had a few plans for helping out the store. I knew that I couldn’t do it alone, though. I would need Mallory’s obedience. Her unquestioning, unflinching acquiescence to my demands.

“You’ll do as I say.”

“I’ll do as you say.”

“You’ll obey my commands.”

Her voice was surprisingly eager. “I’ll obey your commands.”

“You’ll dress sexy for me.”

“I’ll dress sexy for you.”

“You like to dress sexy for me.”

“I like to dress sexy for you.”

“You like to show off your hot body.”

“I like to show off my hot body.”

My hands slid down to her sopping, cum-filled pussy. One finger entered, and I felt her body tremble with pleasure as I spoke and fingered her.

“You know you’re gorgeous. You love being attractive for me.”

“I know I’m gorgeous. I love being attractive for you.”

“You trust me with anything.”

“I trust you with anything.”

Now, the big jump. I pressed my fingers up into her cunt, and deep, sliding along the tunnel of her entrance.

“You’re in love with me.”

She sighed happily. “I’m in love with you.”

Yes! Oh, fuck. My cock stiffened on her leg. I couldn’t believe after that hot cum, I was getting hard again…but hearing that from her was too much.

“You love me,” I said again.

“I love you.”

God, that was amazing. Years of loneliness…utterly vanquished.

“You love being my girlfriend.”

“I love being your girlfriend.”

I thought of Lori, and took a chance.

“You don’t care if I fuck other girls.”

“I don’t care if you fuck other girls.”

Wow, no resistance there at all.

“It turns you on to think about me fucking other women.”

“It turns me on to think about you fucking other women.”

“You love the thought of having sex with me and other women at the same time.”

“I love the thought of having sex with you and other women at the same time.”

That was a lot, even if I had just filled her fertile fuckwomb with my potent cum. I started to slide back to the favorites—she loved me, I turned her on, she trusted me, she loved to do what I said.

When the trance wore off, we were snuggling tight. There was nothing more perfect than that night, our first night together, when my first love was completely under my control and holding me tight. The two of us against the world…with me firmly in charge.