Mythos Of Narcissus: Reborn As An NPC In A Horror VRMMO

As Black Daffodil's tendrils held me in place, her void face drew closer while her hands traced down my exposed torso. Despite my efforts to remain defiant, my body betrayed me with shivers as her cold fingers danced across my skin.

"Such a mouthwatering proportion," she purred, running her nails lightly over my nipples, making me gasp. "Every inch is as divine as my own form."

"Nnngh... fishing for compliments now?" I tried to sound cocky but my voice wavered as she pinched and twisted the sensitive buds. "Not very becoming of you..."

And speaking of sensitivity, it really felt like my body was ten times more reactive than usual. Was this because skin-bare to the exposure to this chaotic realm?

Usually, I won't mind this level of inconvenience, but it was also hard since I'm not that very good or interested in any of these sensual activity—I mean, I haven't even touched any of my soon-to-be mistress in this much debauched manner, nor did I have that much successful sexual relationship back then I was Lothair, since the thought of doing it with a person with an imperfect face made me want to puke.

And now I was being undone by a figure with literally no face.

"Oh hush," she chided, sliding her hands lower to grip my hips. "We both know you're enjoying this more than you let on."

Did I really enjoy this as much as she said I was?

Heck no!

Was there a semblance of curiosity in it?

Probably…

But to deem that droplet of black to be the color of the whole bucket, she really does have her way to get into my nerves. "I think you're referring to yourself."

"Am I?"

She then pinched one of my nipples and yanked it like it was a toy, fiddling around it with a firm grip.

"Mmmm!"

"Have you noticed that I'm the only person who saw this adorable side of yours?"

"R-right, and I bet that you're taking great pride in it," I grinned, though I couldn't help that my saliva was streaming down unchained from the edge of my lips. "It doesn't mean anything, regardless. What you did right now is merely a droplet of reel within my lifetime."

Black Daffodil took my word as she leaned further and whispered, "And I'll make sure that droplet will be the only thing you remembered for a good amount of time~"

One of her tendrils snaked between my legs, rubbing teasingly against my crotch. I bit back a moan, refusing to give her the satisfaction. But my body's reactions were beyond my control as warmth pooled in my core.

"Shall we take things further?" she asked with dark amusement. "Your body seems quite eager..."

"No way in hell," I said outright, even as her ministrations made me squirm. "I'm not a plaything, and you know that respect goes a long way when building a proper relationship, not a forced coercion of intimacy!"

"Am I though? I've only been doing what you were doing for your whole lifetime in Carcosa. Remember when you made numerous attempts to ensnare your bond for Verina and Lupina? Inquisitiveness and speed is the key to establishing a memorable bond." She laughed softly.

An annoyed veins appeared on my face.

"But unlike you, I didn't just strip them and pin them to the ground, sexually harass them."

"That's your fault for not being submissive."

"Because that's what you wanted, and I don't want to outright give it to you!"

"And that's what I like about~ Such a fervent defiance." I could sense some annoyance from her, but there was also an essence of intrigue and unyielding force in her voice. "Very well then - would you prefer to be the one on the receiving end, or have yourself get a taste of what my body felt like? I know of your...special ability after all~"

"We're already escalating into that territory!?" My eyes widened. Before I continued, her tendril pressed more insistently against me. Though, it wasn't enough to bind me completely. "We both know how I'm not that keen to indulge in sexual activity, and now you're suggesting this!?"

"Well? What'll it be~? Take or be taken?"

What she probably meant was probably the female version of virginity that I possess in my vessel.

Then again, does that even matter? This body I piloted was merely a spiritual projection, so any kind of wounds or damage done to this projection won't translate to my actual body, unless that there was a third party spell in place.

"Fine," I growled. "I'm nobody's bottom."

With a thought, I shifted my anatomy, materializing an impressive shaft where my feminine nether region had been.

Black Daffodil's void face seemed to drink in the sight hungrily—which was definitely something that was outside of my expectation.

Just how thirsty can this eldritch be!? I thought at first that she would revolt in horror, considering how barbaric my male private part was, not pervertedly indulging in the sight!

"My my, even more magnificent than I imagined," she purred, wrapping her delicate fingers around my length. "With a weapon that grotesque, you really don't want that spear to impale any hole it sees~"

"Yet, you seem to be begging to have a taste of it yourself. Now who's the barbaric one?"

"You're not wrong."

Without a moment's notice, she tightened her grip around my shaft.

I hissed at the contact, unprepared for how sensitive it felt, and she took this chance to go town with it, stroking up and down as her face was latched to observe my expression.

Her inexperienced strokes were clumsy at first but she quickly found a rhythm that had me seeing stars.

"F-fuck..." I groaned as she worked me masterfully. My hips bucked involuntarily into her grip.

"Such vulgar language," she teased. "Where's that famous composure now?"

I couldn't answer as pressure built rapidly in my core. Just when I thought I would explode, she released me on the edge of climax, prolonging it.

She then strained my hip, with her pristine coochie putting weight on my rod.

The sight of her similarly perfect form hovering over me, void face tilted in consideration, sent another surge of heat through me. She began grinding herself against my length, her slick folds sliding wetly along my shaft.

"Ngh... damn you..." I panted as the stimulation drove me mad. My hands clenched into fists as I fought for control against the psychological attack and the tendrils that binded in my place.

Just as the pleasure peaked again, she impaled herself balls-deep onto me in one swift motion, wrapping my member as her fold clenched vigorously, and her womb viciously kissing against the tip like it was about to swallow it whole.

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"Aaaa…!"

The sudden tight heat engulfing me triggered an intense orgasm that had me crying out.

But she didn't pause, immediately beginning to ride me with abandon even as I spurted deep inside her. My honey-thick liquid of white panacea began leaking and splattering, wetting and attaching to the clapping skin like sticky web, expanding and staying as this faceless whore going full nelson like there was no tomorrow.

The overstimulation was almost painful in its intensity.

"You feel even better than I dreamed," she moaned, her usual composure cracking slightly. "Such a delicacy of an experience..."

I could only writhe beneath her as she used my still-sensitive length for her pleasure, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around me. Her depths squeezed around my throbbing length mercilessly as she rode me through my climax. My back arched off the ground, mouth falling open in a strangled cry.

"Nngh...you fucking--!" I gasped, overwhelmed by the intense sensations as she continued bouncing on my shaft. Her inner walls rippled and clenched, milking every drop.

"Such colorful language," Black Daffodil purred, grinding her hips in slow circles. "Where's that legendary composure now, hmm?"

I glared up at her void face, trying to maintain my defiance even as pleasure coursed through my veins. "Just because you—ah!—catching me off guard doesn't mean you've won…!"

"Oh?" She leaned forward, pressing her perfect breasts against my chest as she continued moving her wild child-bearing hip. "Your body suggests otherwise. Look how eagerly it responds..."

Her tendrils caressed my sides as she rode me deeper, taking my full length into her womb with each thrust. The wet sounds of our joining echoed obscenely in the ethereal space.

"F-fuck..." I panted, my hips involuntarily bucking up to meet her movements. My hands clenched into fists as I fought for control.

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"Mmm, that's it," she moaned, picking up speed. "Let go of that stubborn pride. Submit to the pleasure…!"

"Never," I growled through clenched teeth, even as my cock throbbed inside her. Her pussy was impossibly tight and warm, gripping me like a vice. "That's only reserved for a pervert like you!"

She laughed breathlessly, her void face tilted in amusement. "You can keep up your meaningless defiance, but your body can't lie…!"

One tendril wrapped around my throat—not choking, just asserting control. Others pinned my wrists as she rode me harder, her perfect body bouncing on my shaft.

Loud noises of thumping and clapping reverberated around this realm of madness.

"Ngh...ah...!" My composure cracked further as pressure built rapidly in my core again. Her inner walls rippled and squeezed, drawing me deeper.

"That's it," she purred. "Give in. Fill me with your essence..."

My cock swelled impossibly harder as she clenched around me. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until it was pumped out of my system.

And when that moment unfoiled, I saw that Black Daffodil was increasing the intensity of her movement, making what was supposed to be a pleasurable peak into a post-orgasm torture of overwhelming stimulation.

With a guttural moan, my cock pulsed violently as I erupted inside her welcoming depths again. Black Daffodil threw her head back, grinding down to take every throbbing inch.

"Mmmh... quite the hefty load," she hummed appreciatively, circling her hips. "Who knew you had such potent reserves..."

"Aaa… Aaaa…"

"Haa, look at you, becoming a mindless mess~"

And whose fault it was!?

A shiver coursed through me as my mind seemed to clear, like a storm finally settling into calm waters. Black Daffodil, perched atop me, tilted her void-like face as though savoring something only she could perceive. Her movements slowed, becoming almost deliberate, as if she were testing the limits of her control over me—or perhaps simply indulging herself in her handiwork.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, aren't you?" I managed to quip, my voice laced with a breathless edge.

Her response was a subtle tilt of her faceless visage and a mocking hum of satisfaction.

"Shouldn't I? Your reaction is utterly enjoyable, so blame yourself," she purred, her tone dripping with dark amusement as her hips rolled in languid circles. The friction was maddening, yet I clung to the flicker of mental clarity that returned in the aftermath. "You wear this veneer of defiance well, Narcissus, but even a mask cracks eventually."

This farce then continued for who knows how long.

I also noticed that she seemed to be manipulating the flow of time within this maddening realm and the world outside, making my threat about Kuzunoha helping me after a certain duration to be quite invalid.

Under this whore's touch, I was subjected to many lecherous experiences. From having my legs dragged to my head and my hip pounded as her method of expression that she was fucking me and not to the other way around, a standing sex where I was forced to latch my hands onto her shoulder as she hump hard into my cock, to a moment where she conjure some sick BDSM-looking tools to induce my masochistic side.

Thing is, I'm no longer masochistic.

That self-suggestion when I was fighting the Drowned Revenant was merely temporary.

I also innately had great pain tolerance, so those attempts of her were quite for naught as I've gotten more stoic and smug after the earlier part of the experience where she just fucked me raw like a bitch in absolute heat.

After quite a while, she went back to playing around and jumping around my dick since it was her most optimal solution to wear my sanity down, before she called it off quickly since she couldn't compress any more time before Kuzunoha barged in and saved me from this mess.

Her skin looked brighter and softer than usual, possibly from the afterglow of venting her pent up sexual urge for who knows how long—I still couldn't believe that an entity like her even possessed a sexual urge.

Was I fine with all of this?

Not really, but it wasn't really the worst thing that happened to me. After an hour or two inside this realm, I just got used to the overwhelming pleasure and just played along for the amusement of my equally adorable eldritch horror living inside my soul.

Yep, she might be terrifying, unstable, and all of that, but her relentless attempt to influence me throughout the whole session was quite charming and entertaining on my end.

She also noticed the moment where I started to adapt and began taking humor to her antics, so she started to give up on her whole plan to dominate me in this whole debauched activity.

Moreover, my female side of virginity is intact!

The fact that she even allowed me to choose what kind of role that I wanted to play was quite the consideration on her end, as if she didn't really want to garner my vitriol hate, since I was mostly tolerating in the long term with all of the teasing and playful harassment.

"Next time, let me take the male role," Black Daffodil suggested, like it was the most casual thing in her life. "Maybe that way, I can finally see you being mindbroken with pleasure like a mindless cocksleve~"

Nevermind my comment, this bitch is hella annoying.

"Hell no."