Mizuki Nagano RP Reworked

Blue fire arced across her skin, etching aether-real runes on her body. The feeling was exhilarating, like the embrace of a familiar lover. But, like any embrace, these sigils were ultimately confining. They wrapped themselves around her form, hugging her, binding her.

Halfheartedly, Mizuki Nagano struggled against those blue symbols in this recurring dream. But, her resistance lacked true resolve. She understood part of her wanted to be bound, to be reduced. If for no other reason than to allow her to slowly break free from this envelopment. As if the very act of reawaking to her greater self was a drug. But, an addictive surge she needed to savor, not rush. The destination was unbound, ultimate elation. But, the journey contained a mix of other sensations. Sensations Mizuki needed to first swill like a fine wine. In order to fully experience the delight of expanding, Mizuki would have to deny herself. Paradoxically, the satisfaction of growing was worth first wilting.

If one is already omnipotent, one cannot become more. And, to become more was Mizuki greatest desire.

In her dream the blue runes won, settling on her huge, muscular body. As they did, the futanari amazon opened her faintly glowing blue eyes. The bewildering dream already fading from Mizuki’s waking mind. Mizuki always felt she had a perfect night's sleep, remembering it filled with all sorts of lewd and arousing dreams. Even as she woke from such a wonderful dream she knew it wouldn't matter because the reality was even better. Wasn’t it?

The tan beauty sat up. As she did, she pushed over two worn-out supermodels, which had been sleeping on her expansive chest. The 7-foot-tall brute stretched in the morning light filtering through her mile-high palace’s huge windows; her enormous muscles bunching and shifting as she did. Biceps bigger than medicine balls flexed ominously as the imposing amazon casually stretched, the sunlight reflecting off her wondrous auburn hair. She knew her perfected body had been building more of her ultra-dense muscles even as she slept. Thanks to her superior anatomy, Mizuki was always gaining, always becoming more.

The futanari amazon looking down passed her massive breasts (they had the circumference of monster-truck tires) at her raging 3-foot-long morning-wood. The obscene veiny shaft could easily be seen under the thin sheets, as it was 24 inches in circumference and 36-inches in length. There was another slumbering supermodel with pitted-eyes clinging to Mizuki’s fat redwood of a cock. It was clear the submissive blonde had been trying to pleasure her auburn-haired ruler even while she slept. That was the kind of absolute commitment Mizuki could appreciate. She would fuck this girls brains out as a reward.

From her opulent mega-palace, Mizuki Nagano owned this world. But, she let others concern themselves with the tedium of running the place. Mizuki cared only for the power, not the responsibility of rule. She got out of her goddess-sized bed, more unconscious supermodels spilling to the floor as she did. Looking down at their used-up forms, Mizuki smiled her radiant smile. All beings on this planet now served her. Every single hair and cell in these girls’ lewd bodies had been specially designed to service Mizuki in whatever ways she desired.

How many had she fucked last night? How many had she filled with her mind-bogglingly potent cum? Mizuki had perfect recall, and could’ve remember, if such tallies meant anything to her anymore.

At one point, how many girls she’d fucked in a day was important to Mizuki. But, after subjugating every women on the planet with her raging sex, the point had become moot. Mizuki could literally have as many sluts as she wanted. Thus, keeping track of the number wasn’t meaningful. It was like the Olimpic gold medals she’d won in the early days of her conquest. After you win every single event two decades in a row, what did matter?

These woman had been genetically engineered for the sole purpose of sexually pleasing Mizuki. Their bodies were lithe, supple, and always ready to take Mizuki’s ever swelling shaft. Mizuki stretched again. As she did, she could hear her muscles growing. Even something as simple as stretching stimulated her perfect body into making more of her super-dense muscle fibers.

In a rare mood, Mizuki quickly did 25 pushup, 50 sit-ups, and 50 squints. Such an easy act took her no time at all, and—of

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