Days passed in a blur as I trained my defenses, practiced seamlessly changing forms, and learned to control the attacks and remote shields and refines my body with blood after the train and using fireflies by the night. Two month had gone by and I had refined 1/4 of my left lung, and I had also met with Yelena multiple times during this period. Sometimes, I would see her the day after or on the same day, while other times I would not call for her for weeks.

She had tried asking for me herself, but I had declined every time, deciding where and how we would meet. so that she would never forget about me, always be ready.Our meetings in the classroom were becoming a routine memory, and I needed to invade her life. I wanted her to know that I was not just some guy she could meet in the classroom and forget about. I had made sure she would always keep thinking about me even in her own room, her own bed, and now, I needed to become a part of her life.

I had finished training for the day and made my way to her room, accompanied by Vasen. I entered the room and saw no one there, so I sat on the bed. The room was almost like my own, just a bit smaller. After a moment, the door to the washroom opened, and Yelena came out in a robe. She looked at me, and I could see a range of emotions pass through her eyes - shock, surprise, happiness, and anger.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I heard you were getting desperate to see me, even going as far as to beg Vasen," I said, laying down on the bed.

"Of course, I would be. We haven't met for five days now," she said, coming to the side of the bed.

"So what, do you miss me?" I asked, signaling to her.

"Yes, I do," she said, kneeling on the floor beside the bed. That was what I wanted - following me should come naturally to her, as if by instinct. If it was the Yelena of before, she would never have sat on the floor while I lay on the bed.

"You lie still, you don't miss me," I said, casually opening her robe to reveal her thin stature, perky breasts, and puffy nipples with large areolae.

"Yes, I do," she said with a sighing tone.

She was sensitive, but extra sensitive now, because I had not let her come the last few time we met, and I was sure she had been masturbating for at least days after we had met.

"You have assaulted them thoroughly, haven't you?" I said, slapping her across the tits, making a moan escape her lips. her pussy lips were also puffy and red.

"Yes, I have," she answered.

"Why not heal them then?" I asked.

"I thought maybe some pain would bring me the pleasure you give," she said.

"And did it?" I asked, tracing her mouth now as she opened it.

"No, nothing does," she whispered as I slipped my finger inside her mouth.

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I thrust my index and middle fingers inside her mouth, even stuffing her throat to where it was possible. She gagged, and saliva filled her mouth, dripping down her chin to the floor. I slapped her perky tits before pinching the puffy nipples. I could see her eyes reddening.

"Hmm hmm," she struggled.

"Shh shh, be good now," I said, letting her nipple go and slapping her cheeks, adding a third finger inside her mouth.

"Only good girls get rewards," I said, and saw her eyes snap back.

"Do you want a reward?" I said, as my finger slapped her thighs very close to her pussy. I could already see her pooling on the ground.

"HMmmmm mmnmm," she said, shaking her head feverishly.

"Then be good," I said, slowly tracing my finger over her pussy before tracing it back around to her nipples.

Four of my fingers held her jaw open, thrusting down her throat, opening her jaw to the limit. I could see her red, tearing eyes looking over my raised tent.

"Do you want me to change the fingers with my dick?" I asked, slapping her again.

She nodded heavily, her juices pooling more.

"You really are frustrated, have you not been able to cum after the last time?" I asked, as tears filled her eyes and fell down her cheeks. Her head shook profusely, but I held it in place with my fingers inside her mouth and my thumb on her chin.

"Oh, you really are dying to cum. I can let you cum once," I said.

Her eyes were filled with anticipation.

"But I will not touch your worthless pussy, like I haven't done for the last three times. So, I will stay here, my hands will stay where they are, but," I said, as I traced her arms to her trembling hands.

"I can allow you to touch yourself," I said.

I had slowly forbidden her from touching herself in my presence, without my permission, and had not touched her myself last three times. Which meant I had not let her come for at least two weeks. She may have tried herself, but the results would never be the same.

Her hands slid down to her pussy as my fingers pressed further down her mouth. I actually used a bit of my power to extend my fingers with essence, filling her throat with four complete long fingers. I slapped her tits and face as she ravished her hole, her fingers going in and out like an animal allowed off the leash.

"Do you want to cum?" I asked, as her whole body shook. She could not even focus right now.

"Ask for it," I said, and she tried, sounding like a madman because of my fingers filling her throat.

I slowly traced my fingers up from her tits and wrapped them around her throat.

Slowly tightening them.

I could see the veins popping from her red face, her eyes red and rolled back, tears and snot filling her whole face.

"You may cum," I said, as she shook like never before, as if the floodgates were opened. The floor littered with her own juices, her whole being twitching.

I took my fingers out, now laced with saliva. Her red face was a mess of tears, snot, and saliva, her hair disheveled, blue finger marks on her neck.

"What a disgusting little thing," I said, wiping my finger off on her tits.

She was out of it now, only the whites of her eyes showing. I slapped her hard on the face a few times before she got her bearings.

She tried to reach for my member, and I slapped her again.

"Are you ignoring my words?" I said. She looked at me. confusion filling her red eyes. she really was out of it.

"I said don't even think about sucking me if you can't control your gag," I said. I had found out the second time that she had a strong gag reflex and she would not be able to control it.

"That's why I bother with that worthless mouth of yours, or did you think I like sticking my hand in trash?" I said, holding her head by the hair, making her look into my eyes.

"Plesh phalehs," she tried speaking, but her voice was almost broken thanks to my assault.

"I don't think you can control that worthless thing in this lifetime," I said, as my other hand slapped her purple throat that was starting to swell.

"So I can give you an alternative," I said.

She nodded with vigor.

"Lucian Blackwood," I said, staring into her eyes, my expression steel.

"Find out everything about him. If I am satisfied with your result, I may touch your worthless pussy myself again and even let you suck me off for once," I said, as a maddening look flashed in her eyes.