Some Random Smut Collection(R18+)

Knelt down obediently with her head buried in the older man's lap, Asuna knew that she was too far gone to deal with it anymore. Up and down her head rocked in obedient motions, slurping loudly on the old man's dick and giving him the attention, he wanted, giving him the satisfaction to match his hunger and his cravings as she kept pushing. The pleasure was forward enough; these sorts of jobs were easy, giving pent-up perverts what they needed as she slobbered on his dick. The nice ones were the ones that filled the back of her throat, that made her gag as she pushed hotter down in slutty fever to tend to growing depravities and lose herself to something truly mad.

Ever since her run-in with the In Ex Dominum guild and that vulgar tryst she had indulged in where all thirty of the guild members paid for a shot at her body, Asuna had fallen low. It was only a few weeks, but she became a frequent customer at the job board in a different way. She began to learn the language of offers she always wrote off as bizarre, inflated bits of weirdness. Ultra lowball offers for very expensive tasks, demands for high end crafted goods that came so cheaply that they wouldn't have covered even the fast travel cost to go get some of the materials. But the language of them was obvious now. 'Warmth and comfort'. 'On-job conversation'. All these coded bits to indicate the kind of 'work' that the girls taking these jobs were to perform.

It was underground prostitution, happening right out in the open in the tavern. Asuna hadn't done a real job that required a single monster kill or recipe craft in weeks, but she was getting progressively richer. It wasn't about the money, though; In Ex Dominum not only paid her way into everything she wanted, but kept paying. No, Asuna was here on her knees, blowing an old man because she needed to suck a cock. The cravings and the desires inside of her didn't need to make sense. In some fucked up way, them not making sense made it even better; she felt a lot better for being able to abandon all sense and push her way deeper into something so sinful if she abandoned any lip service to composure.

Now, all of her lip service was to dicks. To the dicks of men who paid for the pretty, young girl to suck them off. Lots of socially maladjusted nerds, creepy old men, and lecherous obese perverts who wanted a piece of her. All of them were suddenly having as much sex with The Flash herself as they could get, and every step of the way, Asuna felt hungrier for more, slobbering her way through the devotion and heat of giving up to the men whatever they wanted. She put out and let them perform every degrading task on her. Eating their ass? Sure. Taking on three of them at once? Absolutely. If she could get some coin to chug a flagon of men's cum, she fucking did it. If someone wanted to run a train on her ass, she'd hold her cheeks apart and invite them in.

That was the fundamental need now ruling Asuna, and she felt nothing but proud of herself as she pushed on to pursue it, slobbering all over the cock before her and doing her part to satisfy him. She understood only a desire to keep pushing, each step of the way giving up more and more to him as the progressively worsening plunge into chaos continued. Asuna did her part, and the older man's cock throbbed in her mouth.

"You remind me of my granddaughter," he told her, and there was so much baggage inherent in those words. She didn't care. It turned her on, and she looked with beady eyes up at him as she choked on his cock, ready to be whatever fucked up plaything he wanted her to be.

This wasn't 'honest' work. Maybe it could have been if she wasn't cheating on Kirito, but she kept the secret of her newfound cash flows away from her boyfriend, doing absolutely nothing to cop to her sins as she pursued her deeper and more drastic surrender. Asuna felt far too good getting the fun she had to care about what anyone else thought. The risks made it hotter, and the idea that she could simply abandon all sense and blow through the mad, winding heat upon her brought on a volatile rush of emotions. Asuna knew she could get hers here, knew she'd have the fun she deserved. What more could she want?

A mouthful of cum would've been nice, but she knew that was coming. Drunk on guilt and lust, she realized she had a hand jammed up her skirt again. That just happened to her, a swelling heat that she didn't fight as she pushed on firmer, moaning through the chaos and the drunken haze. It didn't matter how over the top this was or how much she was probably in over her head with this double life. As the old man gripped her hair tighter, tugged her down onto his cock, and blew his load into her mouth, Asuna felt herself on the receiving end of everything she wanted. Hopeless satisfaction followed as she drank every drop down, pulling back with a content smile and a big grin, staring up at the man with hopeless, needy eyes. "Thank you, sir," she whined, biting down on her lip and savouring the way he looked at her.

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The good thing about being one of the most feared and respected endgame players around was that Asuna could show up from 'completed jobs' as often as she needed to and not raise a brow. It didn't matter how steep the cost, didn't matter how long something should have taken. If anybody had the skills to bring down a big monster quickly, it was her. If anyone knew their way around the cooking system to deliver high end recipes quickly, it was her. So she could slip around and hit as many jobs as she wanted to, and oh how she fucking wanted to. Asuna fucking owned her walk, too; nobody could have doubted or suspected anything from her with how she carried herself.

A job sat at the top of the list for her, sorted by priority and certain filters that her clients favoured, and the limits were set such that Asuna was the only player who could have seen it unless they expressly went trying to dig around with the precise knowledge of how to find them. "Looking for a strong endgame player for a planning session. -Domitus."

Even the sight of the name made Asuna's legs weak. The leader of In Ex Dominum remained her favorite client, the man she came back to again and again, and the man who made her cum again and again. He'd broken her in, turned her into this cheating mess of a slut seeking to whore herself out to anyone and everyone she could, but the strong endgame group of fat creeps, nerdy pervs, and old coots in In Ex Dominum were always there to give her the most thorough fucking imaginable. Their leader had a fat cock to go with his fat body, and she was powerless against it, knowing that she would submit however he asked without a second's hesitation, and naturally, it made any job listing he posted a priority to take.

Asuna didn't know what she was accepting, but she fucking did. She smashed the button and prepared herself for the craziness to come, knowing nothing about what she was getting into but knowing she was ready for it, whatever it was.

"Bring it," she said, preparing for the weirdness and surprise awaiting her. She wanted to be ready for it, whatever it was, and she headed over to the guild headquarters, knowing she wasn't going to be seen for the night. That was fine. Kirito was off doing something else. He wouldn't even know she was missing.

Sometimes, 'jobs' for Domitus involved his whole guild. All-night gangbangs had a fun way of keeping her very engaged and absolutely overjoyed by the utter wrongness that she knew she could find there. But sometimes it wasn't that simple; Domitus liked to pay for his turns with the fucktoy himself, keeping her in his room and making her roleplay with him. Assorted scenarios ran through her head as she walked, remembering when she played the newbie he heroically 'saved' before deciding to rape her for his reward. The time he punished her for 'failing a raid' by raping her. The time she ended up horrible in debt to his crew, and he...

Well, he really only had one idea at the core of it.

That didn't matter, though. Asuna loved the rape play, loved the brutality he was capable of and the feral ferocity he could treat her body with. A big, ugly fat pervert pulling her hair and ramming his huge cock into her holes brought on something incredible inside of Asuna, and she didn't shy away from all that came with it, no matter how insane it was. There was just something so bizarrely perfect about it; it was so wrong, so raw. She knew she'd feel better for throwing herself into the deep end. She always did.

Asuna had become a common sight at the In Ex Dominum guild headquarters. They let her in, though not without openly feeling her up as she passed by. Gropes and smacks at her body made her yelp, jumping up and struggling about as she fumbled her way toward the boss's room. Asuna knew she was going to have to fulfill whatever depraved fantasy Domitus had in mind for her, and the fact she didn't know what it was made it somehow more exciting. She could walk blindly into a discovery of whatever it was he wanted, and she'd be left with no idea until he proposed the fantasy. Sometimes they went out to the woods and had sex on location. Sometimes he fucked her in a risky location. Asuna simply never knew.

Opening the door, Asuna walked in, not sure what to expect, but she sure as shit didn't expect Domitus to grab her by the hair and bend her over his desk. "Finally, cunt," he growled, slamming into her pussy without a shred of carer or restraint. Uncontrolled fire whipped him up into immediate frenzy, as the wicked man wasted no time or effort in throwing himself right into the deep end of fucking her. "What the fuck kind of endgame player are you, making me wait?" He wasted no time in pounding away at her, slapping her ass. "You're fuckmeat, that's what you are. Sorry this isn't a real job, little cunt, but all I really wanted was to fuck you."

Was that the angle? Asuna was a little confused as Domitus drilled her from behind, but the sounds she made sure were confident. It was hard for them not to be; the wild passion rumbling through her was demanding and fierce, their intense needs pulling her into the gravity and heat of letting go as she got fucked just like she needed. Asuna didn't shy away from any of this, overbearing as it was, the passion burning up through her as she got taken for a ride. There was too much going on and all of it felt so confused and so heated that she didn't understand how to make sense of any of it. All she knew was that, with Domitus's cock inside of her, she was on the path to feeling incredible.

The raw fever behind these thrusts demanded so much more than Asuna could handle. "I tricked you, bitch," Domitus continued. "I don't give a shit what you can do with a sword, I called you here to make you my slut, and you feel for it like a dumb cunt." He laughed and heaved, smacking her ass harder, and Asuna was getting it. The roleplay was one he jumped right into this time and left her to piece together in his haste, and she found herself unable to care. Not when his huge cock was inside of her. It was inconsiderate and left her fumbling to play catch-up, but she got it, and once she got it, the only thing left to do was indulge.

"You bastard," she whined. "I have a boyfriend, what are you doing? You can't do this!" Asuna was ready to play into this, struggling and heaving back and forth as the passions grew.

She felt like she had to, playing along with this chaos and doing her part now to satisfy all the weird swells of heat rushing through her. The wildest excesses and frustrations that swelled up from deep within her were overbearing, but Asuna was ready to take it.

"I know you do. Your boyfriend is the Black Swordsman himself, and you're The Flash. That's what I wanted, dumb bitch. I'm going to fuck you and knock you up, then send you waddling back to your boyfriend pregnant with my baby, and you can't do a thing about that." He tugged harder at her hair, using the scenario as an excuse to get rougher with her. Not that Domitus needed an excuse to be rough with Asuna; the way he spoke to her 'in character' wasn't too different from the way he saw her. He was a socially maladjusted nerd buying a woman's body for the night. He saw her as a whore he could use or abuser however he pleased.

Too bad Asuna did absolutely nothing to stand up for herself or argue against that. Growing louder and more feverish by the second, Asuna embraced, owned up to, and encouraged this mistreatment every step of the way. She let Dominus wear her down and proved definitively that all she really wanted was for him to break her down. She was happy to keep giving in to it, happy to be treated like trash by him. By any man who paid for her body, in fact; the horrible truth was, she was a submissive punish slut who loved the treatment she received, and the idea of ever containing it felt like a distant, silly joke. All she really wanted was more of this wrongness.

Domitus kept her working for it. His thrusts were savage, and the driven, molten disrespect behind everything he did to her remained a thorough and feverish attempt to prove that she was only as good as he'd let her be. "Please don't do this to me," Asuna repeated. "Please. Stop. I'll do anything if you stop."

She wasn't a good actress. Not in the fucking least. Asuna did not play convincingly at the part of being the poor, put-upon victim at all, growing more vocal and panicked as she did her part to get fucked. She didn't mind pretending to be forced into sex, but her method of dealing with it as to get loud and shrill.

That did have one good side effect, though: it made Domitus fuck her harder to try and shut her up. Made him rough her up and savage her without restraint or mercy, careless misuse and disrespect of her body coming on rougher and messier as his greed got the better of him. He was steady and forward in his aggressive indulgences, and he made damn sure that Asuna got the point, even if his roughness was more likely to make her louder than it was to ever make her consider shutting up for even a second. Everything felt so dizzy and so senseless, pushing her limits harder, and Asuna thrived in this condition.

"You're my fucktoy for the night now, whether you want to admit it or not." The overweight guild master tugged her hair back hard enough to pull her toward his lips. He forced kisses on her, and it would have been nice if Asuna were able to act repulsed and actually shirk away from him, but she was much too busy leaning into the kiss in sloppy shows of devotion and acceptance, her lusts proving too indomitable for her to even feign at being disgusted. It wasn't ideal, but he welcomed it anyway, keeping the pace and feeling good about the chance to keep using and abusing Asuna. Domitus didn't need any one specific angle, he just needed to get his dick wet. Everything else came in time.

"I'm not. I'm a strong endgame player. I'm better than this, I swear." But was she? Asuna knew how the game had to end, but that was only to pretend to get to the state she was already in in real life. Asuna was a hopeless wreck completely unable to fight of the growing panics and fires inside of her. Molten desire kept her hopeless. "I love my boyfriend, and you'll never make me cum," she said.

Then she came.

The timing was a touch so good that Domitus lost all of his reasons to complain, slamming balls deep into Asuna from behind and pumping her full of cum, groaning in pure desire and excitement as he found himself precisely where he wanted to be. Nothing to hold back, nothing to control. He felt incredible, and he got everything he needed with the utmost simplicity. Every drop pumped into Asuna's hole taught her a harsh, sharp lesson, and there was only a desire for more to keep carrying the momentum forward, as Domitus drew slowly, carefully back, and savoured the cloying panic keeping the poor girl under.

Asuna hung limp over his desk. "You came inside," she whined.

"It's not a safe day." Truth was, that part was real. she didn't know for sure if she was taking a risk of being impregnated right now. She didn't know for certain it even could happen in the game, but if it could, she certainly felt like this would be the time to find out, insane as that thought was. It left her feeling a lot of very complicated things as she lay over the desk, as she wondered what to do next.

"And you came too, bitch. You said you' wouldn't, put up a big show, then your pussy begged for me to nut inside it. Pathetic."

He lifted her up and dragged her back, taking his seat down on his bed and pulling her into his lap, her face right up in his as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. "If you don't ride my cock and make me cum again, I'll report you for griefing the job board."

"No, don't do that." Her hips rocked. It was out of drunken joy more than any kind of fear, but that didn't matter. Domitus's cock, for whatever reason she could have wanted it, brought Asuna joy, and she felt ready to pursue that joy now, throwing herself into the deep end of indulging in the sloppy lust and hunger of seeking his dick. Up and down she began to work in hopeless shows of devotion and readiness. Asuna understood only her own desires now, the sloppy lusts keeping her bouncing up and down the big prick, while she tried not to shove her tongue down Domitus's throat. The overweight creep did his part, aggressive kisses forcing her into a position where she didn't feel a prayer of dealing with any of it. His attention and his pressure was as depraved and as brutal as could be, and Asuna did her part to just go along with all of it.

Actively participating in this depravity did her no good, but each smack across her perky butt was a certain push on for more, the encouragement she needed more than anything.

There didn't need to be any sense in this. Thoughts of Kirito were token little mockeries in her head. "My boyfriend," she whined, but the thrill of cheating on him and whoring herself out, especially to all these old men and weird nerd perverts, felt so exciting. So filthy. She wasn't just betraying him, she was letting awful men pay for the privilege of mistreating her.

All while Good Guy Kirito went off chasing monsters and absolutely not making her feel anywhere near as good as she felt here. Every filthy truth bearing down upon her kept her needy, kept her pushing on for more.

"Your boyfriend can hear your excuses for why you're pregnant," Domitus continued. "I said I'd call you in here for a planning session. And it is! Planning your future as a mother and a fucktoy slut for my guild." Domitus got a hand around her throat, and he slammed up into her twat from below, keeping the pressures hard and overbearing upon Asuna. He knew how to make her lose all control, and he took advantage of that, reducing Asuna's self control to a whimpering mess of needy, nagging thoughts intruding upon her. Her acting skills wasn't why he kept fucking the pretty redhead, and he didn't really care if she was convincing or not. He just wanted to wear her down harder, wanted to fuck her into submission and buy his way into being able to do whatever he wanted to her.

And it fucking worked.

Asuna jerked up and down in drunken swells of devotion, knowing she was fast approaching another orgasm already, and she didn't care about how over the top and depraved this was. She needed only to keep committing to this insanity, keep indulging in her drunken desperation and a haze of lust to keep her under his spell. She wanted to understand, however clumsy this situation was, why she kept giving up to these men, why being treated like shit felt so good. So many overbearing questions hung over Asuna's awoken sexual desires, and rather than try to understand any of them, she just screamed, "I can't get pregnant, what if Kirito leaves me?"

"Then you can come be my collared fuckpet. That's all you're worth anyway. Kirito is a loser, and it takes a sad, desperate boy like that to think you deserve anything more than abuse."

He kept her under his control, knowing he could feed her every sinful indulgence and callous mistreatment, and that for his trouble, he'd have her aimless under his spell. His huge dick helped too, of course. He could fuck Asuna into the dizziest surrender and push her into a state where she didn't have a prayer of handling him. She was lost, awash with panic and vulnerable against everything he knew he could get away with doing to her. His fingers squeezed around her throat, and he stared Asuna in the eye, locked and held her gaze. "Prove it. You're going to cum in a second. I can tell. Your body knows what it wants."

Her body did know. Asuna had to fight against admitting that to keep the game fun as she winced, scrunching up her face and acting like she hated the eruption of ecstasy that followed his load flooding her womb. The pleasure was incredible, and the overbearing joy of having him fill her, with all the pregnancy risks that came with it, had her hopeful and needy. She didn't know what greater ecstasies were to follow, but Asuna knew she wanted them.

Domitus didn't wastey time moving into another position. He got Asuna on her back, legs high in the air, and mating pressed the helpless girl hard. "Your body is just a set of holes for my cock! I'm going to breed The Flash right here in my bed and prove that!" This wasn't entirely a game. He was out to knock her up. Domitus wanted to cause scandal, wanted to see if he could actually break up her and Kirito's relationship. Steal her away from her old guild and keep her on as a live-in fucktoy for him and the rest of In Ex Dominum. The thought was wildly appealing, and with how much every fantastical threat he made had Asuna's body clenching down around him, he felt like she wanted it.

"You won't break me in. Not with your huge cock or your hot loads flooding my womb..." Asuna was giving up harder, and she knew it was a fight she was meant to lose. She loved losing to Domitus. Loved having her holes pounded and drilled into with such brutal vigor and such aggression. he knew how to fuck her harder than anyone else, his heavy body bringing down all of his excess weight upon her and keeping her even harder in a state of surrender, demanding from her enough that all she could do was melt under this fire. She needed this, insane as it was.

Her legs hung in the air. She wouldn't have been able to wrap them around his waist if she tried, and the utter chaos of that fact left her dizzy. Domitus was a guy she wouldn't have given a second look to out in the real world, but in this game, he was her ideal man, insane as it was. His cock punished her so deep and so hard, filled her up and pushed her into a dizzy state of surrender so deep and so aimless that she craved whatever she could get. The idea of self-control felt like it was long gone, as did the idea of faithfulness. She was a cheating whore now, a woman who valued her body and her relationship so little that she'd sell it to men who would misuse her all night, and cum harder from it than she ever did with her boyfriend.

The brutality kept her drunk. Kept her dizzy.

Kept her loving every fucking second of this treatment.

"I can lose. I can't get pregnant." Asuna was a broken record. A babbling mess trying her best to retain some shred of character and sense, she felt overjoyed to be losing control like this. She gave up to it, and she felt overjoyed for doing so, fumbling into a state of delirium and surrender as another orgasm rapidly brewed inside of her. Asuna's libido was ramping up, and she knew she had all night, but she wanted only to exhaust herself with rapid-fire releases as fast as she could take them. It was everything to her.

"You will. You'll get pregnant, and I can't wait for the Black Swordsman to find out it's not his. Or you can keep it quiet. Lie to him. Maybe the kid will come out looking close enough. Or look like you. But you'll need to come back and keep my cock nice and sucked if you want that secret to stay, because I have plenty of evidence that you came here and that I did everything I wanted to you." He slapped her across the face. His darkening desires showed off just how much his investment in this game grew, too. He was raw, shameless, and his brutality made Asuna's voice struggle between commitment and joy with even greater peril, turning her on beyond reason and ensuring she did precisely as she was told.

The orgasm rising up through Asuna and setting her aflame this time was even more drastic. Even more chaotic. With howls of hopeless joy, she came her brains out, thrashing against him, legs locking around his waist to the best of her abilities. "Maybe I want you to breed me!" she screamed, a dizzy confession as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

The pleasure ripping across Asuna's thoughts was truly beautiful, and its clumsy, overbearing fire kept her helpless, kept her dizzy and hot and hopeless. She hoped she'd get pregnant. Hoped she'd have to lie to Kirito. The idea turned her on, horrible as it was. She'd keep all of this secret and continue her indiscretions with as many men as she could.

She was in too deep now to consider care, restraint, or decency.

Domitus pinned her to the bed as he filled her up. His molten spunk flooded into her, and his body crushed her down against the mattress as he let all of his considerable weight come down upon her, squeezing down tight, even making it a bit hard to breathe. It didn't matter. It was one more way for Domitus to control and rough her up, and she loved it.

"I don't care what you want, cunt," he finally said, pulling out of her pussy at last, only to drag her by the hair to the floor, to her knees, and ram his dick into her mouth. "Clean me off before I breed you again. I want to see you drink my cum, too."

Kirito had lost. Unequivocally and without even the slightest bit of competition, the decent man Asuna loved became a distant second to a greasy, obese pervert who called her the worst things and made her feel like she was nothing. But she was a wanted nothing, a nothing who came her brains out with everything he did to her, and that was worth the world to her now.