Mature Content Warning: One Ero scene, as in... this short chapter is nothing but an Ero scene with slight window dressing. So, language and strong sexual content is found herein.

Author's Note: Justice for Kara. Ha ha. There are two more mini-chapters in this chapter. 8.4 and 8.5 are Honey, and then Mindi's decision, plus some plot progression. I'll try to get the rest of chapter 8 up this week. Till then, enjoy.

Chapter 8.3: Preparations - Kara

A soft smile was the last thing that he saw of her, before Tera sashayed seductively out of the room. She had avoided leaving for quite some time. John was finally forced to flatly state, “Leave.” before she had complied. Of course, the girl’s bizarre behavior only fueled his confusion when she had giggled cutely at him then kissed him on the nose.

John watched the swaying hips of his Blazine for a moment before shaking his head. What was that? Had she learned some manner of hypnotic attack? He would have to ask her about that later, as it might prove useful.

Of course, if he had more overall experience with women and the mysteries of the feminine form, he would have realized that the hypnotic attack was nothing more than arousal at seeing such a glorious and seductive sight.

The mage sighed loudly then crawled out of bed. “Two, maybe three, more to go.”

He walked into the bathroom and splashed a little water over his face. The naked man looked into the mirror for a moment then frowned. Kara needed to return quickly, he was already starting to feel a bit dehydrated. Tera had required... thorough ... taming.

John waited a few more minutes then opted to take a shower. While the hot water cascaded down his masculine frame, he thought of the past and then considered the future. He had made no real advancement in his magical studies. There was power within him, far more than he used now. He could tell it was there. It was like a man who knew how to acquire a vast fortune, but that fortune was hidden in a location that he could not reach.

Several minutes passed. John was about to end his shower but the door opened to his bedroom. He could hear it open, but he was only slightly alarmed. There were only two others who had full-access to his bed chambers.

Kara stood at the entrance to the bathroom, her hands clutching shopping bags. “I have returned... master...”

John turned toward her, his masculine architecture gleaming in the light due to the way that the light hit the water as it cascaded over his body. “Finally, you have returned.”

Kara blinked then fought down a strange sensation in her cheeks. The combination of his radiant manliness and the manner in which he had greeted her upon her return had caused the poor girl to become quite flush.

John stared at her for a moment. “Have you over-exerted yourself? It’s hot out today.”

The demi-human gun fighter shook her head back and forth. His next words set her normally stoic heart aflame.

“Good, taming will require a lot of your energy. Did you get the lubricant? It will be necessary, considering the manner of taming that you require.”

“Yes... I purchased lubricant.” Kara reached down and fished a tube of sexual lubricant from one of the bags. She could hardly believe what he was saying. He sounded concerned about her health, and was thinking of how best to tame her. That was not like him, at least not when he was naked and shimmering in the light.

“Good... Are you ready then?” asked John.

Kara nodded her head once, slowly. Her stoic heart began to beat faster.

He turned completely toward her, showing the entirety of his body to her in a full-frontal view. “How do you want me to tame you first?”

Her eyes widened slightly and the bridge of her nose darkened to a slightly pink color. “I’m... dirty. May I join you in the shower?”

John looked at her in a casual manner. If she was dirty, he certainly preferred that she bathed before they began. Why would she want to take a shower with him, though? Ah well, it was her time. She could spend it as she wished.

Kara slipped her clothes off and stood in the bathroom, her beautiful form revealed to him without a hint of mystery or shame. The curvature of the battle-hardened Demi-Human was of the highest quality. A life time of battles and hard training had carved out a masterpiece of face and form.

The mage stepped back and made a gesture. She smiled slightly then squared her shoulders, thrust her impressive chest forward, then walked proudly into the shower.

Once she was inside, the small confines forced them together. Neither of them spoke for a moment, they were used to such silence between them.

The fully-aroused girl took a deep breath as the water cascaded down her bare back. She looked up into her master’s eyes then gently parted her lips. “Kiss me, master...”

John did not speak an answer; he merely leaned down and pressed his lips softly to hers. When she seemed to enjoy the pressure, he increased it slightly. The position was awkward so he slipped his hands forward to clasp her hips.

Kara immediately pushed forward against him, pressing him against the wall of the shower. John’s hands gripped her hips tightly and pulled her toward him. Their lips began a hungry dance as the moment began to get away from them.

The mage never understood why this happened when he was with Kara. He acted strangely, his hands moved of their own accord. The only parallel he could think of was his time with Honey, but she was easy to explain. Her special ‘honey’ was a powerful aphrodisiac.

John blinked once, slowly, as a low growl escaped his lips. Where did that come from? He did not have a chance to reflect. The growing sensation, of losing himself, began to overwhelm the man. He was not the only one, however.

Kara started to pant softly into his mouth. Her body rubbed against him in an almost desperate way. Their kiss ended and she shoved her face against his neck and whimpered slightly.

That small, delicate, sound was like the starting gun for a race. John, no longer attempting to look at the situation logically, growled then slid his hands down to grip the girl’s supple ass. He started to pant as well. Whatever this strange, animalistic, sensation was it was beyond his control. Whenever he entered into a situation like this with Kara of late, they acted like wild beasts.

“Tame me...” Kara whispered loudly into his ear.

There was no preamble, and the foreplay had ended. John repositioned them and forced Kara’s body against the shower wall, her beautiful breasts pressed heavily against it. He slipped two fingers into her ass and began to twist them and open them slowly. He massaged her there, easing the tension, preparing her for what was to come.

John, normally a true academic who could do nothing but analyze, was lost to the moment. When he could stand it no longer he placed the tip of his manhood against her slightly gaping asshole.

“T-the lube...” whispered Kara.

“No.” whispered John, before sliding his cock into her ass with a short, hard, thrust.

She gasped loudly and curled her hands into fists. He was so rough, so demanding.

John slid into her glorious crevice until he could move no further forward. He pulled back and then thrust his way in again.

Kara cried out, but relaxed her ass as best she could. After a few more thrusts she began to press back against him, her muscles clamping around him as though they were trying to milk him.

John pressed her against the shower wall, hard. He pounded her beautiful ass in deep, rapid, unlubricated strokes. Kara began to cry loudly and even began to spout random words.

“Tame me... harder. Tame... Tame....Oh shit, Tame me!” In an earlier era, the proper word would have been ‘fuck.’ Ah, the vagaries of language that can occur as time marches on.

Kara began to writhe wildly while she screamed out random obscenities. The normally stoic girl had begun to beg for the hard pounding that her beast of a master was dishing out.

It was not long until John gripped her by the hair, pulled her head back and bit her on the shoulder. His cock slammed into her ass and he started to cum hard inside of her. Kara cried like a disgraced televangelist, she sobbed while she milked her master’s cock with her ass.

John did not stop there, however. He continued to pump gently into her ass. His manly seed was pressed deep inside of her, completely filling her receptive ass. Kara, the hard assed Steel Valkyrie, had been given a bootiful present, a proper anal cream pie.

The man panted heavily, his hot breath tickling the girl’s ear. “Kneel.”

Her eyes widened at his authoritative tone. She normally hated such things but at the moment that simple word had nearly made her vagina explode with happiness. Kara turned and knelt down.

The mage pressed his cock to her lips and lightly traced their supple curvature. “You made me dirty.”

Kara’s cheeks turned bright red. Her face began to burn, but she said nothing. She merely looked up at her master and parted her lips. Her tongue snaked out then slid along the tip of her manhood.

John began to slowly return to his senses then, but it was a short lived return. Kara wrapped her lips around his cock and began to move up and down in a slow, sensual rhythm. She looked up at him the entire time, as though she desired nothing more in this life but his approval.

He reached down and clasped her cheeks in his hands. He panted heavily then started to rock his hips back and forth. Kara instinctively relaxed and accepted what he was doing. John, the analytical and asexual mage began to fuck her face in a slow, deliberate manner. His balls slapped against her chin, making a sweet percussive music that lulled them both into a sense of completion.

It was not long before he erupted once more, this time inside her throat. She gagged on the hot, sticky, reminder of his approval. Kara looked down at the ground, and panted while trying to swallow every drop. She licked her lips then reached for his cock once more and began to run her tongue along its length. She kissed it, nuzzled it, and could not get enough of it.

Her eyes were wide, confused. Some might call them crazy eyes. John was not much better. All that he could do was stare down at her, wide-eyed, while his chest heaved. It happened every time now.

Kara began to whimper softly after a moment, and then looked up at him with an expression akin to a lost little girl. “More...”

John inclined his head once, slowly. Kara immediately wrapped her lips around his cock once more. Neither of them was done yet, and they had quite some time remaining before it would be Honey’s turn.