So you got up from your chair and returned to the hotel lobby. The lobby itself had its usual string of sexy women in bikinis. Asuna looped her arm around yours and walked you further. "This way," Asuna said. "South exit."
Oh, there was a back and front entrance, huh? You didn't realize that. One led to the streets and the other, well, where else could it lead to other than the beach?
So to the back exit you went. The door opened, you took five steps forward and…
Twitch.
Your male instincts roared to life at the sight in front of you. Especially considering this whole time, you weren't handed new swim trunks. You were walking with your dick out. Your male neurons were constantly slipping in and out of intensity.
These two were among the most slender women you had encountered. Both from Code Geass, a show that tended to use the slender body type more often than not.
C.C led with her signature languid grace, green hair flowing like a silken waterfall down her back. The sun caught strands of it, making her glow almost unnaturally. Her bikini was white with the top being connected in a low V-shape. The thin ties at her hips dared the wind to tug them loose. Her long legs were smooth and pale. In her hand, she held a beach ball lazily, almost like it was beneath her, and her golden eyes didn't look at the crowd—they looked only at you.
Beside her, wrist to her hip, was Kallen Stadtfeld, all fire and energy where C.C was ice and composure. The flower clip in her hair made her look deceptively sweet. But her bikini—a candy-pink piece with frills at the bust and hip straps knotted just-so—clung to her toned, athletic body in a way that made it clear she wasn't playing innocent. Her figure was balanced between raw strength and feminine curves, thighs firm, stomach taut, chest full enough to bounce when she moved. A float ring rested against her hip, casual, playful, but her innocent eyes were already locked on you like a predator sizing up its next challenge.
"Seems you're popular," Asuna murmured beside you, a giggle escaping her lips. Her cheeks were pink, though whether from embarrassment or amusement you couldn't tell. She gave you a sidelong glance, then a knowing smile. "They set up an appointment so…yeah."
"So that was why you were checking the time, huh?"
"We're all supposed to have our turns. Just…" Asuna just laughed and stepped back, bowing just slightly, her voice soft. "I'll leave you in their hands. Have fun~!"
Asuna kissed you on the cheek and then the brunette was gone, the click of her sandals fading as C.C and Kallen closed in.
C.C stopped first, her smile subtle, amused, the kind that barely lifted one corner of her lips but sent chills all the same. She tilted her head, golden eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "So you're the one everyone's whispering about," C.C said, her voice silky, deliberate. She let her gaze wander down the length of your body—slowly. "I was curious what kind of man could exhaust Tsunade, Rangiku, and Powergirl… and still be walking."
Kallen stepped in closer, fiery where C.C was cool. She cocked her hip, leaning forward just enough to show off her cleavage framed by the frilled top, her grin sharp and teasing. "Walking? He should be dead." She gave you a once-over, her blue eyes sparking. "But… credit where it's due. Guess the rumors weren't exaggerated."
C.C leaned in, her voice dropping low, her hair brushing your arm as she whispered, "Maybe we should find out for ourselves."
Kallen smirked, looping a finger into her bikini strap, tugging it playfully before letting it snap back against her skin. "Yeah. Why let them have all the fun?"
The two of them flanked you now—C.C cool and unreadable, Kallen hot and restless—closing in like wolves circling prey. The tension between C.C and Kallen circling you was already electric, golden eyes and fiery blue locking on you from either side.
And then the sound of heels clicking against the stone path cut through it.
Both women glanced over their shoulders, and instinctively, you did too.
"You're…"
"Villetta Nu."
Another woman. Another to fuck.
Villetta Nu made her entrance with the kind of composure that only someone utterly sure of their power could carry. A blue towel was draped over her shoulders, hiding her form for a heartbeat. Her silver hair was tied high, falling sleek down her back with a purple ribbon woven in, swaying like a banner of victory with every step she took. Her golden eyes were sharp, scanning, assessing, and when they landed on you, a slow smile curved her lips.
Two attendants at her side stepped forward, almost ceremonially, and with a practiced tug they pulled the towel away.
Viletta did a spin, a hand on her hip.
The bikini Villetta wore was bold, white fabric cut dangerously low and laced across her sternum, barely tethering her full breasts together. The design narrowed to an hourglass shape that left most of her taut stomach exposed, the strings of her bottoms tied high at her hips, emphasizing her long, athletic legs. Black fishnet stockings climbed her thighs and did not go further up. The gloves and collar she wore weren't just accessories, they made her look like she'd stepped out of some dominatrix's dream, balanced between elegance and provocation.
Villetta planted a hand on her hip, tilting slightly as if to better show off the shape of her body. Her smile deepened into something sly. "So this is the man who's causing such a stir on the beach," she said, her voice cool and honey-smooth, carrying authority without needing to raise in volume. "Rumors spread quickly here. I came to see for myself if there was truth in them… or just exaggeration."
Kallen scoffed but kept her grin.
C.C, ever detached, only smirked faintly. "Well, I should have expected an unwanted guest."
Villetta marched forward. She circled you once, appraising, letting her gaze trail openly down your naked form before meeting your eyes again. There was no shame in her stare, only sharp curiosity, tinged with challenge.
"I approve," Villetta said, eyes drawn to your flaccid dick.
Her gloved fingers ghosted along the knot at her hip, teasingly tugging the string of her bikini bottom, not enough to undo it, but enough to make her point.
In that moment, her attendants held up party poppers. POP! Confetti fell.
"It's your decision," Villetta said. "Them. Or me."
The bottoms were effectively floss-thin. Much sluttier than C.C and Kallen's bikinis. This dark-skinned hottie knew how to rile up a man. Her ass turn kept repeating in your head.
Your cock lurched to life. C.C let out a whistle. Kallen went wide-eyed. Villetta seemed very proud of herself.
Nnngh. You didn't think you could spew this much pre-cum so early in the morning. Villetta's daring, commanding presence demanded your male urge's first. Her smirk was a challenge you were more than ready to meet.
"Villetta, fine," you declared.
You sensed the disappointment in the other Code Geass girls, but come on, they should have picked sluttier outfits if they wanted your attention. Villetta's golden eyes flashed with triumphant fire. "A man who knows what he wants. I approve."
You closed the distance in one stride, your hands finding her hips, your hardening cock already pressing against the flimsy fabric of her bikini bottom. Villetta gasped, a sharp, delighted sound, as you spun her around and bent her over, the curve of her ass presented perfectly to you.
"Y-you're quite eager, aren't you?" Villetta said.
You didn't ask. You didn't need to. Villetta's eager moan as you yanked the tiny white triangle aside was consent enough.
Your cock spat pre-cum directly onto her waiting entrance, the wet splat echoing in the tense air. A crude, nasty gesture that made the dark woman shudder violently.
"Fuck, yes," Villetta hissed, pushing her hips back against you. "Don't you dare be gentle."
You guided your cock to her soaked slit, the broad head pressing against her pussy. You paused, savoring the moment, making her wait, making her beg.
"Please," Villetta whimpered, all her composure gone, replaced by raw, aching need.
You drove into her with one brutal, deep thrust, burying yourself to the hilt in her incredible, clenching heat. The sound was obscene—a wet, mushy shlllorp as her body stretched to take all of you.
Villetta's scream wasn't one of pain, but of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. "Oh fuuuck—! Oh fuck—!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
The first three thrusts. The first three signs of heaven. Villetta had been cocky. Villetta had purposely worn this outfit to be the first to get fucked and to prove herself."
"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck—!"
But she didn't expect it to feel THIS good.
"C-c-c-cummmiiiing~!!!"
You set a punishing pace immediately, your balls slapping against her ass. You reached around, one hand grabbing a handful of her magnificent tit, squeezing the soft flesh spilling from her white top, your other hand tangling in her silver hair, pulling her head back.
"You came here for a show, you fucking slut?" you grunted into her ear, never slowing your ruthless rhythm. "You gonna come for them? You gonna come all over my cock while they watch?"
"Yesss!" Villetta shrieked, her pussy already convulsing around you. Her first orgasm ripped through her, a violent, shuddering climax that made her inner walls flutter and clench around your shaft like a desperate, wet fist. A gush of her arousal squelched out around your pistoning cock.
"Damn, you came so easily."
"I-I didn't—!" Villetta gasped and whimpered. "I didn't REALIZE YOUR COCK WOULD BE SO GOOODD~!!!"
You released her hair and focused on fucking her properly. The next orgasm came quickly. C.C and Kallen were shocked, impressed, and horny. Villetta was a woman that didn't fall easily.
"Yes, yes, yes, YES!!! CUMMIIING!!!"
Even though your cock made her fall oh-so easily.
You fucked her right through her orgasm, prolonging the waves of her pleasure. "Again. I want to feel you come again, Villetta."
And she did. Again and again. You angled your hips, grinding against her G-spot with every deep, penetrating thrust. Her screams became constant, broken pleas. "Don't stop! Oh fuck, right there! Gnnngh—I'm cumming! I'm CUMMING!" Her pussy milked you, another torrent of her juices splurging out around the base of your cock.
You were a machine of pure fucking, your world narrowed to the sensation of Villetta Nu's hot, slick cunt, the sound of your bodies colliding, and the audience of two beautiful women from Code Geass watching.
You felt your own climax coiling, a tight, burning knot in your sack. You were seconds away from painting her insides when a cool, familiar presence pressed against your back.
C.C's breath was a ghost against your ear, her voice a silken command amidst the carnality. "Do it inside," C.C murmured, her hands sliding down your sweat-slicked chest. "Do not save it for me. Conquer. Come inside her. Fill her up."
The green-hair witch's words were the final trigger. You slammed as deep into Villetta's wrecked pussy as you could possibly go and let go. Your release was volcanic, a hot, pulsing torrent that splurted deep into her depths. You ground your hips against her brown ass, pumping jet after jet of your cum into Villetta's willing, grasping womb, each throb of your cock milking another ragged moan from her oversensitive form.
As the last of your orgasm subsided, C.C turned your head and crushed her lips to yours. The kiss was deep and possessive, her tongue delving into your mouth, tasting your exhaustion and victory. You kissed her back, your balls and cock still shuddering from the force of your release inside Villetta's well-used cunt.
Then you met her eyes. They went from golden to red. They went from nothing to something more. You felt your balls stir.
"Keep cumming~"
So you did. It was like your balls suddenly doubled in size and post-nut clarity dissipated. It was like the moment of white of when a man nutted became something more than fleeting.
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
You and Villetta both fell to your knees. It was like something was both taking and pushing you forward, and the culprit was obvious: it was the witch C.C. She was doing something to you. Those red eyes, the eyes of Geas…
Spuuuurt, spuuuuurtttt! Spuuuurt, spuuuuurtttt!
Cumshots became bigger and harder. Your seed slipped out of Villetta's cunt. The white-haired woman herself literally whimpered with her eyes rolling back. It was becoming too much for her. It was as though she was being punished with overstimulation.
By C.C. By the woman who wanted to take you first.
But you couldn't complain. Why would you?
Making out with C.C while cumming inside Villetta Nu. What an honour.
"My turn—!"
You barely had a second to breathe before a pair of strong, impatient hands shoved you backward. You landed on the soft sand, your cock slipping out of Villetta with a wet, messy shluck. Your cock even stopped cumming the moment your eyes broke away from C.C's red ones.
Kallen stood over you, her blue eyes blazing with unspent desire, her candy-pink bikini doing little to hide her own arousal. "I said, my turn," Kallen declared, her voice husky with need. She didn't wait for an invitation. She straddled your hips in one fluid, athletic motion, her warm, wet slit already seeking your erection.
"Tch! You just ruined everything," C.C said, a note of genuine petulance in her otherwise cool tone.
Kallen just grinned down at you, not even glancing back. "Too slow." Her hand found your hardening dick, guiding it to her entrance. "Now let's see if you can make me scream."
The warm, wet clasp of Kallen's pussy was a fucking shock to your system. Her body, so taut with muscle and heat, sank down onto your softening cock with a greedy, slick schliiick. A groan was ripped from your throat as she bottomed out, her inner pussy muscles fluttering around your dick.
"That's it," Kallen purred in a low, victorious thrum. Her blue eyes were locked on yours, a challenge burning in them. "You're not done yet. Not even close."
Her hips began to move. And fuck, Kallen knew how to move.
This proud Japanese woman rode you with the same fierce, precise aggression she'd use to pilot a Knightmare Frame. Her thighs, powerful and sculpted, pistoned up and down, setting a brutal, demanding rhythm. CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! The sound of her ass meeting your thighs was a sharp, wet percussion. Your cock plunged into her depths over and over.
Kallen threw her head back, a gasp escaping her lips as her frilled bikini top did nothing to contain the wild, jiggling bounce of her tits. Each upward stroke was agony, each downward plunge, ecstasy.
"You came for her so easily," Kallen taunted, her breath hitching as she ground her clit against your pelvis. "Let's see you last for me. Fuck."
You gripped her hips, your fingers digging into the firm muscle there, trying to steer, to find some semblance of control. But she was a force of nature. She was trained to fight. She was trained to ride. Kallen, this Japanese nationalist, was a perfect, sinful machine built to wring out every drop of pleasure. You could feel the coiling tension in your balls, the inevitable surrender building despite your best efforts.
"W-wait—"
"What's wrong? Can't handle close-quarters," Kallen taunted.
This woman…
No wonder they called her the Queen of the Black Knights…! Her reaction speed, anytime you tried to grab her hips, she did something. She slammed down on you or she pressed her boobs down to your chest.
Or, maybe, she smirked and kissed your nipples.
This was the work of a woman whose speed and decision-making was only second to god.
"I'm… I'm gonna…" you grunted, the warning torn from you.
Kallen's grin was feral. "Do it. Cum for me," she commanded, slamming down harder, her inner walls convulsing around you in a wicked, milking rhythm. "Cum inside my fucking pussy!"
The order, her dominant tone, the overwhelming sensation—it was too much. You came, your orgasm surging up your spine and erupting into her in thick, pulsing ropes.
For a moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing and the wet drip of your combined releases.
Kallen collapsed forward, her sweat-slicked chest heaving against yours. A triumphant, breathy laugh escaped her. "See? I told you. You couldn't handle me. You just… mmmnpfh… filled me up." She shifted, a fresh, slick sound emanating from where you were still joined. "Now you're all empty for poor C.C."
In battle, Kallen was aggressive, ruthless, and opportunistic. She was the same in bed. She had this cockiness about her. This aggression.
Something in you snapped. The taunt, the arrogance—it cut through the post-orgasm haze like a whip crack. Empty? Fuck that.
You rolled, using the last of your strength to flip her onto her hands and knees in the sand. She let out a shocked oof, her eyes wide.
"What are you—?"
You didn't let her finish. You drove your still-hard cock back into her sopping wet heat from behind in one brutal, deep thrust.
Kallen's protest died in her throat, replaced by a choked, animalistic cry. Her back arched, presenting her perfect, round ass to you as you began to fuck her in earnest. This wasn't her rhythm; it was yours. This was punishment. This was reclamation.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Your hands gripped the knotted ties of her bikini bottoms, using them as leverage to pull her back onto your length with every punishing drive forward. She hadn't taken them off, after all, merely pushed them to the side for your dick to fuck. She thought she could fuck and leavee. She thought she could dominate and just walk away.
You weren't going to let that happen. The filthy, wet sounds of your renewed fucking filled the air.
"You wanted to see if I could make you scream?" you snarled. "Let's hear it, then."
"Nnnggh! Fuck!" Kallen cried out, her knuckles white in the sand. Her confident façade was crumbling, shattering under the deep pounding. Her body, so skilled and controlled, was now just a quivering, receptive vessel for your anger and your renewed, seemingly endless stamina. "It's… it's too deep! Aaaah!"
"Apologize," you demanded, smacking her ass hard. The sharp crack echoed.
"Gah! F-for what?!" Kallen whimpered, her voice breaking.
"For thinking I was done. For thinking you were in control." You punctuated each word with a deep, grinding thrust that made her toes curl in the sand.
You saw C.C from the corner of your eye. A faint, approving smirk was on her lips. She was enjoying the show, enjoying the shift in power.
The submission broke Kallen. "I'm sorry!" she wailed, her body shaking violently as another, more powerful orgasm seized her. Her inner walls clamped down on you like a vice, a gushing squirt of her release coating your thighs. "I'm sorry! Oh god, please, don't stop! Fuck me! Fucking ruin me!"
You fucked her through her pleas, through her shattered pride, her cries becoming mindless, primal screams of pleasure. You were a machine, a god of bliss and punishment, and she was your willing, broken acolyte.
"YOUR COCK IS RUIINING ME!!! I'M CUMMIIING!!!"
Now look at her. Completely changed. Completely different.
"INSHIIIDE!!" Kallen begged. "CUM INSHIIIDEEE!"
A cool hand touched your back. C.C's voice, a silken command, cut through the noise. "Don't. Cover her back with it. Mark her."
The permission, the sheer possessiveness in her tone, sent you over the edge one final time. You buried yourself to the hilt in Kallen's convulsing cunt, pretending to listen, only to yank your cock out. A massive load erupted from your spasming cock and onto Kallen's backside.The ropes of cum flung far and away, so the cum on her ass landed later. But it happened. You did not cum inside. You punished her for her arrogance.
You jerked yourself off for a long moment, panting and wanting to give as much as you could. When you were done, Kallen shuddered and moaned and then collapsed. "W-why not inshiide…" were her last words. After that, Kallen didn't move, sleeping in the sand in ragged, broken gasps.
C.C stood over both of you, her gaze lingering on the mess glistening on Kallen's ass and thighs. She let out a soft, thoughtful hum.
"Adequate," C.C murmured, her golden eyes finally lifting to meet yours. A slow, possessive smile spread across her face. "Now. I believe you owe me your undivided attention. And I do not like to be kept waiting."
C.C's slow, possessive smile was a challenge you were more than ready to meet.
Your dick was still throbbing from your release. "Then don't wait."
C.C's smirk deepened. She stepped over Kallen's prone, trembling form with an elegant disdain, her gaze dropping to your cock, which was already stirring again, slick with your own juices and Kallen's. She knelt in the sand before you. "You're a mess," C.C stated. "We can't have that."
She didn't use her hands. She simply leaned forward, her long, green hair trailing over your thighs, and her tongue, shockingly pink and warm, licked a long, slow stripe from your balls to the tip of your shaft.
The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet beach air. She cleaned you with a leisurely, meticulous precision that was utterly degrading and impossibly hot. Her golden eyes stayed locked on yours as her tongue worked, licking away every last drop of Kallen from your skin, her lips forming a perfect O to suck the head of your cock clean.
"There," C.C purred, pulling back just enough to speak, her breath hot on your wet flesh. "Now you're presentable. For me. Ah, but so sensitive? Already going to cum?"
She giggled.
"Just from a clean-up?"
Throb, throb.
The cool arrogance in her voice was the final spark. You'd had enough of her games, her detached amusement. You grabbed a fistful of her green hair, not hard enough to hurt, but with enough force to make her gasp, her eyes widening in genuine surprise. You guided her mouth back onto your cock, and this time, you didn't let her set the pace.
"You wanted my attention? You've got it." You slammed your hips forward, fucking her mouth. "Now fucking swallow it, you arrogant witch."
The sounds she made were divine. You fucked her throat with short, brutal thrusts, watching her composure shatter. Her eyes watered, a single tear tracing a path down her pale cheek, but she didn't pull away. She took it, her hands coming up to grip your thighs, her nails digging into your skin as she struggled to accommodate your length. The mmmnpfh sounds she made around your cock were a better confession than any words.
Including her gulp when you finally came. You let out a sigh and let C.C gulp it all down.
When you finally pulled out, a string of saliva connected her lips to your tip. She panted, her chest heaving, a raw, hungry look in her eyes you'd never seen before.
"On your hands and knees," you commanded, your voice leaving no room for debate.
For a heartbeat, she hesitated, that ancient pride flickering. Then, with a shuddering breath, she obeyed, positioning herself in the sand, presenting her perfect, round ass to you. You positioned yourself behind her, one hand on her hip, the other guiding your cock to her entrance. She was already wet, her heat radiating against you.
You didn't ease in. You sheathed yourself inside her in one savage, driving thrust.
Squelch.
C.C cried out, a sharp, broken sound that was nothing like her usual composed tones. Her back arched, her head fell back, and her fingers clawed at the sand. "F-Fuck!" she gasped, the vulgar word sounding foreign and exquisite on her lips. "Y-your cock is really—"
Two thrusts. Two gasps. Like with Kallen, like everyone else, the stoic witch didn't expect it to feel THIS amazing. Like nirvana. Like every thrust mattered.
"S-something!"
You set a punishing rhythm instantly, pounding into her with everything you had. Each thrust was a claim, a punishment for her arrogance, a reward for her submission. The wet, rhythmic slap-slap-slap of your bodies meeting filled the air, a lewd counterpoint to her increasingly desperate moans.
"Oh god, oh gosh—! T-this thing! This dick…! Mmmppph~!!!" C.C wasn't loud like Villetta and Kallen were. Naturally, she was quiet. She was stoic. She was arrogant and liked things to go her way. But this?
"I-I can't—! How am I already orgassminnnnnng~!!!"
This was what she wanted to see. To feel. You grunted and driving into her hard, making her whole body jolt. She wanted to see what you could do. Feel what you could.
"Y-Yes!" C.C cried out, her voice cracking. "Oh, gods, yes! This DICK IS ALL I'VE WANTEDDD~!!!"
"Say it again," you demanded, grabbing her green hair again and pulling her head back, arching her spine. "Tell me whose cock this is."
"Y-Yours!" C.C screamed as you hit a spot deep inside her that made her vision whiten. "It's yours! It's the best cock I've ever had! The best! Fuck! Fucking ruin me!"
Her confession, screamed into the empty beach, was your victory. Feeling her cunt tighten around you again and again, her body seizing up with orgasm after uncontrollable orgasm, every little thing mattered. Every one of your thrusts was a ripple of intense pleasure that milked your cock, a squirt of her release coating your thighs or the sand. This once stoic, mighty witch was babbling, begging, completely undone, her dignity gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated need for dick.
A dick like yours couldn't last forever, especially in a hot babe like this.
"Cuuuummm!!! Please cum inside! Inside me! Give me peaceee!!!"
C.C wanted peace. It was all she ever wanted in her life. Blessing Geass to others, it was all for this goal.
How unnecessary.
All she really needed was a healthy creampie.
Your cushions were explosive, a hot, endless flood pouring into her depths. Splurt. Gush. Spurt. You held her hips tight against you, pumping every last drop into her clutching, wet heat, claiming her completely.
You stayed like that for a long moment, panting, joined together. You slowly pulled out, a thick stream of your cum trickling out of C.C's well-used pussy and down her thigh with a wet drip.
C.C collapsed forward into the sand, utterly spent, her body trembling with aftershocks. You stood over your conquests: Villetta, still unconscious and creampied; Kallen, broken and marked on her back; and now C.C, the unflappable witch, reduced to a quivering, creampied mess in the sand. All three hot women from Code Geass, completely and utterly dominated.
You let out a heavy breath, the adrenaline slowly fading. A slow smile spread across your face. What a victory.
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