cyberpunk : Ganic all the way

M's Mansion, North Oak – Late Night

The rain had finally stopped.

Night City sprawled in silence below the balcony, its lights dimmed beneath a blanket of post-storm haze. From up here, in the hills of North Oak, the chaos felt distant, muted. Even the sirens had gone quiet.

Inside, the mansion was mostly dark, save for the soft amber light spilling from the living room. The fire in the sunken hearth crackled low, casting flickers of gold across polished black floors and art-deco steel columns. A jazz vinyl whispered from the old player in the corner—slow, grainy, filled with cigarette smoke and memory.

M sat on the wide leather couch, a glass of scotch in his hand, dressed in a plain black shirt and slacks. He stared at nothing. Or maybe everything. The quiet suited him.

Behind him, barefoot steps padded down the hallway.

"Nice place," Aurore said, appearing at the edge of the room. Her crop top clung loosely to her frame, and the shorts hugged her hips as if they were made for her. She wore no makeup. Her hair was still damp from the shower.

He didn't turn. "Nothing you haven't seen before."

"Not like this. Not with you living in it, owning it, alone."

She walked slowly, hands behind her back, surveying the minimalism like a thief casing a mark. "No blood on the walls. No gun parts on the carpet. Color me impressed."

"Give it a few more days."

She smiled and sank onto the couch opposite him, legs crossed, fingers twirling a whiskey glass she had poured herself. "So, is this your idea of retirement? Drinking in the dark while listening to music that makes me want to buy a trench coat and cheat on someone?"

M smirked, eyes still on the fire. "You could always just cheat on your ego and expectations."

A beat.

She raised an eyebrow. "Did you just try to be clever?"

He finally turned toward her. "Did it work?"

"No." She sipped. "But points for effort."

The silence returned, this time not heavy, but charged with tension. She watched him. Really watched him. There was something different in his posture now. The stillness wasn't guarded anymore. It was tired. Human.

"You're quieter," she said, voice softer now.

"Maybe I'm just older."

"You don't age."

M said nothing.

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "You know, for all your mystery and shadow-walking, you've never really told me why you came back. You could have retired in a nice city or off earth why come back to this filthy city?"

He looked up. Met her eyes.

"I owed myself and the world a better ending."

She blinked. The honesty in that line was unexpected.

"And what about us?" she asked.

M didn't flinch. "I owed you more than I gave."

That… silenced her.

For a long moment, neither moved.

A log popped into the fire. Somewhere outside, thunder rumbled in the distance like a grudge refusing to die.

"You're hard to stay mad at," she whispered.

"I know."

"But I still am."

"I know."

She looked down at her drink. "You know, I kept that stupid old T-shirt you left in Marseille?"

"The one with the dragon?"

"No. The one that said 'No Sleep, Just Coffee.'" She chuckled. "I wore it to jail once."

He raised an eyebrow.

"VIP prison. You don't get shanked, just judged on fashion."

M smiled. "You always had a thing for dangerous clothes."

"You always had a thing for dangerous everything."

They looked at each other.

The fire reflected in her eyes now.

"I should go to bed," she said, but didn't move.

"You should."

Still, she didn't move.

Instead, she leaned back against the armrest, stretching her legs along the couch until her feet touched his thigh. She didn't ask for permission. She never had.

"I hated you," she said quietly. "For disappearing. For not trusting me."

"I know," he replied.

"I still do. A little."

"I deserve that."

She stared at him a moment longer. "You're trying, though."

He nodded. "I am."

Aurore tilted her head, studying him again. "And what happens if I let you in again?"

He didn't blink. "I won't run this time."

She nodded slowly.

Then smirked. "We'll see."

And then she shifted closer. Her feet slid off his lap. Her hand grazed his. Just a touch. Casual, but deliberate.

The air changed.

Slowly, wordlessly, she leaned in. Not all the way. Just enough that her breath warmed the space between them.

He met her halfway.

The kiss didn't start like fire; it started like memory. Soft. Slow. Familiar. Her hand slid up his chest, curled into his shirt. His fingers traced the lines of her small crop top on her back. They didn't rush.

When they finally broke apart, foreheads pressed, eyes locked, she whispered, "You are still a good kisser."

He smirked. "Hmmm, you still taste of cherry."

She laughed softly. "Maybe just maybe we deserve each other."

And with that, she pulled him toward her, and they disappeared into the firelight—silhouettes folding into warmth, and forgiveness, and everything that came after.

[ +18 section. kinks: huge cock, breeding, domination, dirty talking maybe anal.]

In the bedroom ...

She was panting like a bitch. Her tongue kept coming out to lick her wet lips, and she swallowed spit from her watering mouth. Her modest tits heaved on her chest as she panted. Her legs couldn't stop shaking. 

"My cock is so fucking hard in my pants… So hard it hurts! I want to bury it in your tight pussy and shape your cunt to fit my cock… And that's what I'm going to do, Aurore. Unless you say no, right now… I'll push you down and fuck you, damned the consequences..!"

"So… Aurore… what do you want?" 

"Maximus..!" She let out a hot, womanly moan and looked back at him with half-lidded eyes, "Please..!" 

Anything more she had to say was stopped as she was shoved forward on the bed. She fell face-first on the bed sheets, as M's strong hand pushed her back down. Then she heard a soft thump as his trousers hit the floor and something hot, huge and thick slapped upward against her quivering twat. She twitched and moaned, jolted with pleasure as M's thick slab of pussy-plundering meat slid against her hot pussy lips. 

She barely got a glance at it and, 'Oh mon dieu!' She inwardly screamed. Long, thick and girthy inches of pussy-plundering fuckmeat. And those heavy hanging balls! If her perky titties, fertile hips and fat ass were amazing, then that monolithic monster-cock was built by god for BREEDING beautiful, fertile young women like her! 

'He'll fucking break me in half..! I missed him'. She inwardly screamed, yet felt like giggling with glee, 'And those huge balls of his..! God, how much would he cum..?!' She was shaking with anticipation, and her wide hips kept shaking left and right, like she was trying to entice this big, breeding bull to have at her already!

Then he primed his huge, fist-sized cockhead at her tiny slit, his heart pounding with lust, "You're mine, Aurore..! I love you," He grunted and thrust his cock inside. There was no resistance as M's huge cock plunged through Aurore's slick and eager twat, her pussy walls seemingly sucking his cock in deeper. He forced himself all the way through, sliding through smoothly until he rammed into the wall of her cervix. 

"Yes~!" She squealed, fists balling in the bed sheets as M's huge cock split open her tight cunt. Her walls quivered, singing with glee as they were mercilessly stretched out by a massive invader. His huge, swollen cockhead scraped through her walls, stimulating every sensitive pleat that her fingers and toys could never reach or satisfy. 

She shrieked louder than she'd ever had in her life, knees knocking together as her eyes went cross. Her tongue fell out of her mouth, mind going blank as she SQUIRTED. The most powerful orgasm in her life ripped through her unprepared body, and she stained the bedsheets with her spraying girl-cum. 

"Holy shit..!" M grunted as Aurore's tight cunt squeezed him like nothing else. Just the pressure of her spasming, cumming pussy, nearly made him cum. It was only a stubborn feeling in his head that stopped him, he wouldn't cum that quickly, not when he hadn't even fucked her yet. 

He leaned over her, pressing her body down as he enjoyed the feeling of her tight twat. Her small, shallow pussy couldn't take the full length of his cock, and he felt himself pressed firmly against her cervix. He huffed for a second, stripping off his shirt and planting his fists on the bed beside her head, before he took a deep breath and began to fuck her. 

Aurore broke into loud squeals and screams, unprepared for his thick log of a cock to start sawing through her tight walls. His huge cockhead pounded like a hammer on the wall of her cervix, but somehow it didn't hurt. Instead, it brought a powerful, toe-curling spike of pleasure shooting through her body. 

"Aurore..! Aurore..!" He grunted like a beast, pistoning into her juicy pussy and making a mess all over the bed, "God, you have such a tight, eager cunt! It feels so good..! Finally getting to fuck my cute little Aurore again! To hear her scream like a woman!" 

Aurore only squealed louder as she heard his desperate groans. Her pussy just wouldn't stop cumming, occasionally spraying juices on the bed as M's huge cock plundered her depths. She could barely focus on anything from the white-hot pleasure in her body, but somehow she opened her mouth and let the little whore inside come slipping out. 

"Maximus~!" She squealed with bliss, "Yes~! I've dreamed of you ravishing me for so~oo long. Ever since you left me years ago! I've finger-fucked myself to sleep every night just hoping you would come back and fuck me in my bed! GOD, your cock is too fucking BIG! It's stretching out my tight cunt! Fu~uck! Fuck me, Maximus, I missed you so soo much!" Her eyes were spinning as her carnal fantasy came to life and M fucked her again just as roughly as her dirtiest dream.

M panted with lust, his body running so hot that he could feel himself starting to sweat as he fucked her tight cunt. He missed this, he missed freeing the inner whore of Aurore, he missed every inch of her body

"I wish I knew..!" Tears slid down her cheeks as a stupid, fucked-silly grin was on her face, "I wish I knew where you were, my fucking stud! I would've sucked your fat cock a hundred times, just to have you fuck my dirty cunt once! God, please don't stop!" 

M grunted like a beast, fucking her as deeply as he could and reached around. His fingers went to her throat, giving it a gentle squeeze, "God, you're such slut..!" He whispered in her ear, "I fucking love it. Be mine again, Aurore..! I've got years to make up for! years I could've been fucking you like the dirty bitch you are!"

"Ye~es~!" She cried out with utter ecstasy, cumming HARD around his prick, "Fuck me~! I'll do anything you want..! Any fetish you have! I've got so many dirty ideas! I'll be your personal little slut, so long as you keep making me CUUUUM~!" 

His hips pounded into her like a jackhammer, until he couldn't resist the feeling in his heavy balls anymore. He was about to cum and it was going to be the biggest, fattest load in his life, "I'm cumming Aurore..!" He grunted in her ear, "Inside of you! Let me cum inside of you! Be my whore! I'll fulfil every dirty little desire of yours, every filthy fantasy..! So be my tight little cumdump..!" 

Inside?! Aurore's eyes rolled back. It was so~oo dangerous for him to cum inside her raw, she knew that. But her mouth opened as her brain, normally so quick-witted, was overloaded by desire before it could even function. Her body was begging for it. It was what she was built for. A fat-bottomed slut, built to be seeded by a male eager enough to take her. 

"Ye~es..!" She giggled with euphoria, "Cum inside me! I want to feel that hot seed of yours in my thirsty womb! I've dreamed about you creampie-ing me every night for years! Please, Maximus! Give it to mee~ee!"

She squealed as she felt his already huge cockhead swell larger at the back of her pussy. It was primed at her womb like a cannon, his piss-slit opening like floodgates. Then his balls pulsed, pumping powerful shots of seed through his pipe and into her eager womb. Aurore's head went blank and stupid, feeling that piping hot cum FLOOD her womb like a hose. 

Her body was practically convulsing, spasming with unbelievable pleasure as the massive orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. Years of sexual frustration, satisfied all at once with her deepest, darkest fantasy coming to life out of no-where. She came so hard she blacked out. 

Aurore went limp, drooling and giggling with euphoria on the bed, but M didn't even notice. He was still bucking and rolling his hips, immersed in the action of SEEDING the bitch beneath him. He kept his cockhead primed at her womb, while her cunt eagerly milked his thick shaft for every last drop of his seed. Each shot was thick and heavy, shooting into the back walls of her womb, until she was filled with his spunk. 

The tight seal of their joined sexes was leaking a creamy, cloudy mixture of seed and girl-cum, while M kept Aurore pinned to the bed. 

He huffed and panted like he'd just run a marathon. His body was sweating, but he wasn't tired. No, he was thrumming with satisfaction. A deep, primal instinct had just been satisfied.

The supernatural skills he had amassed enchanted him with fertility. That meant his ejaculations were long and massive. He came enough to fill buckets, hundreds of times more than any normal man. Alongside that, he had a massive, lustful desire. He saw his lovers for what they were, ripe, fertile females, with curves just built for BREEDING. 

The feeling was so overwhelming he couldn't control it. He felt that in that moment, even if she had yelled and kicked him, he would've just pinned her down and seeded her anyway. The desire was that strong. 

Now that had been fulfilled and M felt high with ecstasy. He felt on top of the world. At the same time… he felt like he fucking LOVED this woman. The woman who he seeded. He hovered over her, leaning on her soft body just enough to feel her warmth, without putting his weight on her. He moved her Red hair to the side and kissed and sucked on her neck. 

"Maximus..!" Aurore finally stopped quivering minutes later, coming down from the clouds. She felt a hot pool in her gut and gasped. His seed was still warm, sloshing around in her womb. She felt full… and satisfied.

"O-oh god…" She moaned weakly with a shaky voice. She brought a hand to her stomach, "Y-you really came inside… oh god… I'm ovulating…" There was a twinge in her womb and Aurore's eyes were stuck open wide. It was like she could feel her precious egg being swarmed by M's eager swimmers. 

"Oh god… oh god…" Aurore moaned lewdly, her breath panting roughly, "You… I… I'm gonna get pregnant…" Despite the worry that SHOULD be setting in, her body was singing like she'd never felt before. She was floating with an overwhelming sense of intense satisfaction and she felt incredibly emotional. 

She felt his huge cock lurch in her pussy and she yelped. Her eyes went huge, "Y-you're still hard! T-there's no way!" Then her voice squeaked out as she realized how MUCH he had cum. He flooded her womb to bursting. He had stretched her poor little pussy to the limit, but still his cum burst from the tight seal of their joint sexes like a leaking faucet. 

"I've got a secret that makes me hard and horny, constantly. Even if I fucked you all night long… Even if you pass out on me… I'll still be looking for more."

She gulped heavily, "W-what..? I-is that even possible? All night..?" She'd blacked out after ONE of his womb-stuffing cumloads, her head was spinning at the thought of twelve more hours of this, "There's no way I could do that all night… You'd need a more women to…" She felt his cock lurch inside of her and her eyes went huge. 

He wore a big smirk and there was desire gleaming in his vibrant eyes. 

She realized that he was thinking the same thing she was.

"Let me guess, Ava??" She squeaked quietly, his cock lurched again

He was grinning. "Maybe, but today is for you."

Aurore's eyes went glassy. She imagined herself kissing the foot of a king. His majestic, huge cock stood tall and proud. sexy, beautiful girls were all around her, they were her sisters. They kissed his feet, his legs, his heavy testicles, his glorious shaft, his muscular chest… and all of them were just like her, naked, submissive… and pregnant. She shuddered and felt a twisted, powerful DESIRE to see that happen. A new fantasy. 

She held a hand to her womb, feeling the hot seed inside, "G-god… I-I shouldn't have let you cum inside me… I-I could get pregnant!" She tried to be sensible, but her voice was too eager. Her pussy clenched down at the thought of it. 

"Good." M grinned, "Get pregnant." His voice commanded her. She shivered. 

he reached down and kissed her neck, 

"M-Maximus.!" She whimpered meekly, while her body sang with bliss. Every word from his mouth satisfied a craving she had to be pregnant, by his side. "T-that's too irresponsible… What about the baby..?" 

"Look, Aurore, I love you more than anything in this world. if you are worried, we can get married, or you can even take a bill or something, although I doubt it will help."

"No ... no need, I have decided I will bear this child. maybe this way you can't run anymore?" she chuckled meekly while saying this.

" So ready for round two?" M smirked.

"What did I get myself into ...." Aurore chuckled then she was dragged by M for another round.

.... 

Hours later ....

The storm had passed.

Outside, the air was still, heavy with the scent of rain and cedar. Moonlight drifted lazily through the half-open window, casting silver streaks across the bed — across bare skin, messy sheets, and the two tangled bodies lying beneath them.

Aurore lay on her side, arm draped across M's chest, her cheek resting just beneath his collarbone. His fingers idly traced the small of her back, mapping every breath she took like muscle memory.

Neither of them spoke for a while.

Not out of awkwardness.

Out of reverence.

Aurore stirred first, lips brushing against his shoulder as she murmured, "That was…"

"Yeah," M said, staring at the ceiling like it owed him answers.

She smiled against his skin. "You don't even know what I was going to say."

"You didn't have to."

Silence again. Softer this time.

Then Aurore raised her head, chin propped on his chest, eyes half-lidded, glowing with mischief.

"So… you think we just made a little you or a little me?"

M blinked, caught off guard — then laughed, a quiet, real sound that cracked through the walls he'd rebuilt over years.

She smirked. "I'm serious."

He met her gaze.

And there it was again — that look. Not fear. Not even panic. But awareness. Something ancient and tender flickering beneath the surface of all his iron and shadow.

M reached up, brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I think we did," he said quietly, "And I think the world's going to need a name for that kind of storm."

She stared at him.

Then kissed him. Slow. Long.

When she pulled back, her eyes glistened. "You'd stay this time, right?"

His reply was immediate. "I never left."

Aurore exhaled.

She curled against him again, nestling beneath the blankets, his heartbeat steady beneath her ear.

"I will name her," she said, already half-asleep. "If it's a girl, I mean. Or you. If it's a pain in the ass."

M chuckled.

Then whispered against her hair, "Either way, it'll be perfect."

The room faded into quiet again.

Moonlight. Rain-soaked wind. Two Lovers finally at peace — if only for a night.

And somewhere between love, luck, and chaos…

Something new began.

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Hello guys Author is here ...

sorry for not uploading faster, ink stone wasn't working probably anyway here is the last chapter of ARC 1 

next chapter we will start with a time skip.

and I really need you guys to decide whether I should keep writing Ava or just forget about her.

Yes, keep writing her.

NO, just forget about her.

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