Jack reclined at his desk as he stared at the scores he’d received from his test earlier that afternoon.

Then at the specs of his reinforced body.

Then at the scores.

…It was possible.

Dangerous, certainly, he thought. But possible.

“Computer, status on Chemical Cocktail designate, ‘Heart Attack in a Can’?”

“Ninety eight percent complete.” His base’s internal computer system responded with its usual monotone.

He knew it was a monotone because his suit came installed with a dumb AI. Which was really just a chat bot that the company had rebranded as an audio control interface.

He could still remember reading about the scandal when that came out. A scandal that had resulted in exactly zero changes to company policy.

Which also meant that the vague hint of disdain he heard in the monotone computerized voice was entirely in his head.

No matter how damning it sounded.

“Computer, convey a delivery drone to An’s current location. Please invite her to meet with me at her earliest convenience. When she arrives, please guide her to the ‘guest room’.”

“Acknowledged.”

Jack nodded.

He knew, objectively that sending out a drone for a task he usually performed himself was a stupid move. People would have questions about the ‘flying bug creature’. Ren foremost amongst them.

He didn’t care though. He had more important things on his mind. Things that required focus and preparation.

He needed to prepare himself.

Mind.

Body.

Soul.

He likely had twenty minutes before An arrived.

“Best make use of them,” he muttered his way over to the newly constructed chemical refinery wing of his small underground kingdom. “For today is a good day to die.”

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I’ve made a mistake, he thought.

His body was on fire. Every beat of his heart felt like the ring of a gong. The blood rushing through his veins felt like it the rushing of a river. His muscles tensed and flexed with pent up energy.

And his dick… well, the less said about that the better…

Jack was smart enough to realize he had made a mistake, but not nearly smart enough to figure out how to fix it.

Who knew chugging a bunch of barely legal stimulants for the purposes of bedding a woman, with more in common with industrial lifting equipment than anything human, was a bad idea?

Apparently not him.

Still, there was nothing to be done about now. He couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to. Which he didn’t. He felt more like a passenger than an active participant as he lurched through the halls of his base. He had only one thing on his mind. Getting his dick into something warm, fleshy and moist. It was not the most elegant way of putting it, but it was true nonetheless.

He had a feeling that if he didn’t rut with something in the next five minutes, his heart might explode.

It still might…

Thought what a way to go, he thought*,* as the door to his base’s guest room slid open.

An was standing there, waiting for him.

She also wasn’t wearing anything.

Instead, she stood ready and naked in the dark, her svelte feminine body covered in a light sheen of sweat as a result of her last workout.

Apparently, she’d come straight to him afterward.

He couldn’t imagine anything sexier.

Her black hair was loose and free around her shoulders, perky breasts rising and falling with her eager breath, delicate pink nipples hard and jutting out proudly.

“My lord, I-” she started to say before taking him in. Her features twisted from quiet determination and anticipation to surprise.

Then lust.

She smiled. “It seems, I was not only the one anticipating this evening. I had hoped this was the intent, but part of me had feared…”

She trailed off, but Jack barely heard a word of it as his eyes roamed up and down her form. He could smell her feminine musk wafting through the air, thick above the otherwise sterile chemical scent of his homebase.

Just as he watched her, she watched him, eyes roaming over his body, before inevitably being drawn to the sight of his huge turgid cock – swollen even more than usual by the chemical cocktail he’d ingested just minutes ago. Pulsing and somehow growing even harder and larger with every thunderous beat of his heart Jack stepped towards her.

“Ah,” An gasped as the heated head of his member pressed up against her belly, their bodies crushing together.

It was an illicit thrill, long in coming, as he felt her breasts push against his chest, their sweat slick skin pressing against each other.

He ignored the small gasp of surprise that issued forth from the woman as he locked lips with her in a deep, hungry kiss. And that was all An could do, gasp, as his much more experienced tongue pushed into her mouth, lashing against her timid one.

It was a long kiss.

In the end though, it was Jack who had to come up for air. The chemical cocktail in his blood was no defense against the human body’s basic need for oxygen. One might assume that such an act would cede the initiative to the woman in his arms, but she was… not in much state do anything.

Limp and glassy eyes, lower belly smeared with precum from where his cock had possessively swiped across her flesh, she might have actually collapsed into the bed behind her were it not for Jack choosing to lower her into it. Though whether his choice was a result of some innate chivalry or the animal instinct part of his mind refusing to be separated from his female’s warm flesh, Jack could not say.

“Master, I, ah!”

He pried himself up, running his hands over her knees and thighs, pushing them gently open further. His higher instincts were gone and he had but one thing on his mind. He gripped the base of his shaft and lined his aching cock up with her sodden and pouting pussy lips. For just a moment, he marveled at how the flared pink head of his member seemed obscenely large in comparison.

He hesitated. For just a second as he clamped down on the burning desire to just thrust inside and started humping.

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Then he glanced up and saw her. The warrior woman, for that was what she was, was staring at his member. What hesitation lay in her expression was hidden away behind a deluge of wanton desire. Like a cat, she whined in need, bucking her hips weakly against his cock, coating her wetness over his head as her pussy folds kissed the tip.

He needed no further invitation.

He pushed forwards into the cultivator's unbelievably hot velvety depths with a low grunt of exertion and male lust, piercing and stretching her around his huge invading member in one rough stroke. The cat woman threw her head back and screamed in pleasure – and - pain as she was taken, grabbing at his wrist with inhuman strength as her eyes bulged at his size.

Jack barely felt the pain as powerful fingers sought to grind the bones of his forearm to dust. Painkillers, lust and adrenaline kept such considerations a distant concern.

No, his focus was only on driving deeper into that inviting feminine softness.

A feat that was slightly harder for him than past experience in similar situations might suggest.

An was tight.

Inhumanly tight.

The big Scandinavian only managed to get about four more inches in before he met more resistance from her than he could easily surmount. Her tight walls flexed with inhuman power and strength, the cultivator’s flesh coiling around him like an iron fist – wrapped in the most luxuriously soft satin. That he got so far in his initial thrust was probably owed to just how fantastically wet An was.

Animal indignation growing at his conquest of this female being stoppered, Jack barely noticed as the woman beneath him cried out, her toned form spasming and trembling as she came on his cock. The steely walls of her cunt constricted around his entire length, milking him with their powerful ripples.

"Aghh! So good!” she cried.

He ignored her. He would not be stopped here. Instead, he began to push forwards into the cultivator’s wanton depths, drawing out a long moan as he felt her cunt stretch and slowly, - painfully - accommodate his shaft. Using the head of his cock like a giant pink battering ram, he pushed deeper and deeper, inch by inch, enjoying the hissing and gasping of the woman beneath him as he claimed her pussy, spearing his cock up to the hilt.

Inhuman or not though, An was not a very large woman. And Jack was a rather large man. In many ways, each were a prototypical example of their varying ethnicities – separated by an entire dimension as they were.

So it didn’t take long until he felt a plug at the end of the tunnel he was conquering. An’s cervix. His cockhead was soonly snugly wedged against it.

Feeling the burning of his muscles as An’s delicate – yet ridiculously poweful – arms gripped his shoulder, Jack exhaled. He let out a deep groan as he luxuriated in the feel of cunt around his member and the burning of his every strained muscle.

He knew he could die happy at that moment.

And given the cocktail in his blood and the superhuman in his bed, that wasn’t entirely outside the realm of possibility.

Which, ironically, only added to the thrill…

He looked down to see the lips of her cunt stretched in an obscene ring around the base of his shaft. To know he was fucking what was essentially a superhuman… it was a heady moment.

The feeling of conquest was unreal.

“Worth the wait?” he asked finally.

“Definitely,” An gasped, eyes twinkling as she looked up at him. Then, after a moment, a small impish smile peaked through her features. “Though I do hope that is not all, my master?”

Now Jack knew she was just teasing. He knew it was just a joke. Never mind that he hadn’t cum yet. Never mind that even a regular human could have lasted this long – assuming they had titanium reinforced bones to keep from having them shatter whenever An squeezed in the throes of passion. Never mind that without synth-muscles a regular human would have been completely incapable of even the minor manhandling of An he’d perform thus far.

Never mind all that.

His student’s words had hit a sore spot for his chemical addled brain. After all, a cultivator would have the stamina to keep going for hours.

Fortunately, he’d come prepared. As the fire burning through his veins attested.

“Not by a long shot.”

Then he thrust.

"Agh!" An shrieked.

He gripped her hips and began to fuck the cultivator in earnest, pistoning his cock in and out of her sopping cunt. The cat-woman’s nubile breasts shook as she squirmed in pleasure beneath the him, teeth clenched, breath caught in her throat.

Satisfied, Jack enjoyed the way his partner gasped out in deep animal moans, clinging to him as he fucked her ever harder, his huge member filling every inch of her vice-like cunt, each stroke bottoming out to batter at her cervix.

Now he knew some girls couldn’t stand that, but given the way An actively pushed back into his thrust each time it happened, it seemed his student wasn’t one of them. Which shouldn’t have been too surprising, really. One would be hard pressed to live the cultivator lifestyle without being a little bit of a masochist.

An bit down on her lip as she struggled with the new pleasures he was giving her - and the delicious pain of adapting to her master’s giant, probing cock. She also appreciated that despite the animalistic intensity of his mating, he wasn’t being too rough with her. His grip upon her hips, while firm, was not painful.

Eventually, it seemed she was no longer content to be a passive participant, her powerful fingers raking across Jack’s broad back, drawing blood that slowly began to dribble down.

The pain only egged him on further, as he fucked harder, enjoying her panting and mewling as she pulled him down to crush their heaving, sweaty bodies together, her rock-hard nipples digging into his chest as her modest breasts pillowed against his own.

He shouldn’t have been surprised when she began to fuck him back, bucking her hips back up with deliberate intent, a salacious grin on her crimson cheeks. It was adorable. They kissed, tongues dueling as the pair entwined. Lips locked together again and again, breaking only so that Jack could nip at her neck, before travel down to lay butterfly kisses on her sweat soaked chest. His hands moved up to grip her bouncing breasts, head leaning in to capture a delicate pink nipple.

Then he bit down.

An's shrill scream of pleasure lit up the room before fading down into deep slutty moans. Jack ignored the creaking of his bones as her slender legs slithered up like vipers to wrap around hi hips.

They both came.

An’s lithe little body arched and quaked like it was a conducting lightning, head thrown back with her long black hair a sexy mess around her shoulders. Jack could feel her cunt clamp down on his cock as his own orgasm ripped forth. The cultivators cunt was like a living creature as it started to milk him, hungry for his seed.

Finally – and to Jack’s hidden relief – she relaxed. Those limbs that had felt close to bruising bone finally released him as his lover dropped limply back into the sheet beneath her. Sheets that were soaked with more than just sweat and cum. More than a little blood had dribbled down from the gashes on his back to join the other fluids there.

Fortunately for him, An was either too blissed out to notice his ‘war wounds’ or otherwise assumed he’d ‘allowed’ it to happen.

So he took the opportunity to catch his breath.

Slowly, agonizingly, he pulled out, and stood up, ignoring the fairly unflattering sound An’s cunt made as it reluctantly surrendered its stranglehold on his poor bruised member.

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on one’s perspective, the chemical cocktails in his system would not allow him to rest for long.

They demanded action.

So it was that An looked up at Jack in both dreamily and questioningly as he grabbed her hips and began to turn her over. She obliged obediently though, before that obedience became eagerness as she presented her ass and dripping, well-used cunt to her master.

Arching her hips to raise her sodden lips higher as she got on her hands and knees, Jack’s cock pulsed as he saw the sight of his student’s gloriously toned cheeks presented to him.

God, this little succubus, he thought. Her entire body is like pure sex.

Why had he taken so long to partake of this, he thought, ignorant of the blood that was still running in rivulets down his back. Fortunately, he was in no danger of passing out from blood loss, given that said flow had already begun to slow as the wounds began to scab over. Another benefit of his gene-mods.

Ignorant of just how close she would have come to exsanguinating a conventional lover, An bit her bottom lip again as Jack gripped her hips dominantly.

"Ah, dog clan style" An hissed. "Oddly fitting, given I imagine Lady Ren is currently green with envy."

Jack ignored her words, focused as he was on his own pleasure. He gripped his cock and pressed it against An’s hot cunt.

He mounted her, plunging into her depths with a grunt. An shrieked in pleasure as he hilted out in her in that one animalistic stroke, his pelvis pressed hard into her ass. His cock head was crushed up against the entrance to her womb.

A womb that might well have been fertile.

Fortunately, he was not.

Still, the thought was more than a little arousing, which was why gave An only a moment to catch her breath before he started truly rutting her.

The Scandinavian was lost in a sexual frenzy, each thrust of his massive dick knocking against the cultivator’s dam. He gritted his teeth, groaning as he looked down at An’s svelte frame, her round ass and back slick with sweat, black hair plastered to her shoulder blades.

He loved the way his huge dick pistoned in and out of her needy pussy, her taut pink lips stretching with it each time he pulled back. He moved his hands down to clutch her delicate breasts, gripping them as he pounded away.

The cat woman was letting out throaty gasps as he continued his assault, her arms finally going out and she slid forwards onto her elbows, ass sticking up higher into the air. She screamed into her pillow, face buried into it as the Scandinavian fucked her deeper and deeper into the cheap, sweaty bedding.

With each stroke he could feel himself getting closer to his second release, his cock expanding inside of her in preparation to flood her womb. He roared into the gloom as he grabbed An's hips and slammed down into her as hard and deep as he could, throwing his head back as he came violently, exploding inside of her with such force that he almost blacked out.

Instead he let out strangled grunts as his hot seed sprayed directly into An’s nubile womb, drowning it with thick rope after rope of his cum. Jack came over and over again as An thrashed beneath him, gasping in the throes of her own orgasm.

Jack likely owed it to the many drugs he had taken that it felt like he came for minutes, pinning his cultivator down until his orgasms subsided.

When he finally withdrew, letting An slump back onto her bed, as his cock pulled free. An act accompanied by an almost inhuman deluge of cum from her gaping cunt, staining her thighs and the bed beneath her.

Jack gazed upon her, thinking his work was good.

…and then collapsed.