Chapter 1965 - Summer Fun - 5

Up on the sun-baked concrete of the hotel roof was the metallic tang of envy. Through the high-powered scope, Jinx's world narrowed to a perfect, hateful circle.

"There you are…!"

Jinx munched on an apple.

You were making out with Aerith on one side while on the other side, your hands were all over Tifa. All that bounce and jiggle, that sickeningly perfect rack you were currently kneading like dough. Jinx's lip curled into a snarl. "Ugh, look at 'em. Boing, boing, boing," she muttered to the empty rooftop, her voice a low, gritty thing. "Like a pair of fucking water balloons. Bet they're all soft and squishy. Disgusting."

She panned the scope down, and a sharp, electric jolt of pure want shot through her. Your cock, a thick, hard thing gripped in Tifa's possessive hand as she and Aerith led you toward the hotel entrance.

That.

That was what she wanted. Not the balloons. That perfect, fucking dick.

A hot, throbbing ache bloomed between her own legs, a direct response to you. Jinx let the rifle clatter to the rooftop. She didn't need the scope anymore. The image was burned onto the backs of her eyelids.

You were getting dragged away by your cock. By the two hotties of Final Fantasy.

"Come on, come onnn! My turn next," Jinx whispered, breathy and unhinged. "Come on, come on..." She shoved her tiny denim shorts down her thighs, kicking them off with a frustrated grunt. The warm breeze kissed her bare skin, but it wasn't enough. Nothing was enough except what you could give her.

Jinx slumped against the warm parapet wall, her back scraping against the rough concrete. Her fingers, usually so deft with triggers and wires, dove between her legs without preamble. "Fuck." She was already soaked. A hot, slick mess just from watching you.

A wet sound escaped her lips as two fingers plunged into her own tight heat. Her head thumped back against the wall, her vibrant blue pigtails splaying out. Her eyes screwed shut, but all she could see was you. You fucking Tifa. You fucking Powergirl. You fucking all of them.

"That's my dick," she moaned to the empty sky, her hips beginning a frantic rhythm against her own hand. "You're fucking my dick with their… their big, stupid… ugh!" Her other hand roughly grabbed at her own small breast, pinching and twisting the nipple through her crop top. It was a pathetic substitute, a nowhere-near-good-enough imitation of what Tifa had, but the sharp pain felt good. It fed the fire.

Her fingers worked faster, a desperate squick-squick-squilch noise echoing her mounting frenzy. She imagined it was you. Not your fingers—your fucking cock. That beautiful, thick length stretching her wide, filling her up in a way her own fingers never could.

"Mmmnpfh… gonna… gonna fuck me so good…" Jinx babbled, her words slurring together. "Gonna make me scream, not them. You're gonna spill that hot fucking load all over my stomach… no, inside… fuck, I want it inside…"

Jinx added a third finger, the stretch a delicious, burning agony. Yes. Like that. Just a taste of what you'd feel like. Her back arched off the wall, every muscle in her slight frame drawn taut as a bowstring. The coiled, electric tension in her cunt was building to a breaking point, a bomb she was desperately trying to detonate.

The filthy, wet sounds of her own fingering were the only music she needed. She was a mess. A beautiful, chaotic, fucking dripping mess for you. Her breath came in ragged, hitched gasps. "Come on… come on… for me… just for me…"

She was so close, teetering on the very edge. The world had shrunk to herself and her memories. Down below, the hotel door swished shut. You were gone. Inside. With them.

The thought was the final trigger.

A broken, guttural cry was ripped from her throat as her orgasm slammed into her. A chain reaction of pleasure that shocked through her, making her toes curl and her vision whiten. Her body seized, shuddering uncontrollably against the rough wall as her cunt clenched and fluttered around her thrusting fingers. "Fuuuuck! Yesss, fuck!"

The blue-haired Jinx rode it out, panting, sweat beading on her forehead. The intense pulses slowly, reluctantly, began to subside, leaving her boneless and trembling.

She slumped forward, breathing heavily, her fingers slowly, slickly, pulling out with a final, wet shlllck.

Jinx looked down at the empty entranceway, a slow, lazy grin spreading across her face. The envy was still there, a smoldering ember, but it was now buried under a thick layer of sated, possessive bliss.

"Mmm… that's it," Jinx purred, licking her wet fingers clean with a slurp. "Get it nice and hard for me again, hero." She giggled, the sound echoing with manic promise across the rooftop. "I'll be down soon. And then that fucking gorgeous cock is mine."

Right as she was about to stand up and run into the hotel after you, a sudden, impossible heat cut through the humid air. It was strange and Jinx went stiff. This wasn't the tropical air. This was vaguely of temperature but more importantly of pure, focused mental presence. It was a crisp, clean sheet laid over the chaotic mess of her thoughts. Jinx's head snapped to the side.

A woman stood there, as if she'd always been part of the scenery. Fiery red hair framed a face of serene, unmovable authority. She was dressed in nothing. Completely nude.

"Calm down, Jinx."

Jinx scowled and stretched her arms up with a jittery energy. "Jean. Fucking. Grey. Ugh. Buzzkill much? I was having a really good time here."

The host of the Phoenix Force smiled patiently, like a teacher addressing a particularly volatile student. "I know. But you know the rules. You can't just rush him. It doesn't work that way."

"Says who?" Jinx shot back, jabbing a finger in your distant direction. "He's right there! I could be down there in thirty seconds, tops. A minute if I wanna do a cool flip off this roof. Glrk." She made a crude, sucking noise. "And then I'd be on my knees, and he'd be in my throat. Simple."

"It's not simple," Jean said, and suddenly, her voice became a telepathic hum that vibrated in Jinx's very bones. "The Great One… his choices supersede all. His desire is the ultimate permission. But the rest of us… we have feelings. We have wants. A… system… is required. Or it would be pure chaos."

"I know, I know! The fucking council!"

"Yes, the council. To ensure fairness." Jean's gaze turned inward for a moment. "Myself, the Scarlet Witch, Death, Athena, Emma, Psylocke, Raven, Galadriel, Ciri…do you think us unfair?"

"A little," Jinx grumbled.

"We oversee the process. Every twenty minutes, a lottery is held. Three names are drawn. The winners receive a telepathic 'go-ahead.' A permission slip to approach him, to make their interest known. If he's receptive."

Jinx groaned. "Can't believe we're treating his fucking dick like a raffle prize at a church bingo night?" A giggle, sharp and unhinged, escaped her lips. "Fucking great!"

"It is the only way," Jean insisted. "Without it, can you imagine the chaos? The fights?"

"Tsunade and Rangiku fighting? I'd pay for that." Jinx kicked a pebble off the roof, watching it vanish toward the ground. "Still, it sucks. I just sit here with my… myself… and wait for my number to be called? For months? Years?" The thought was physically painful.

"Your time will come," Jean reassured her, her tone softening. "He's not leaving. This resort is his sanctuary, and we are its grateful devotees. You will have your moment, Jinx. I promise."

There was a long pause. The sounds of the resort—distant laughter, the gentle crash of waves—filled the space between them. Jinx's jealousy toward Tifa and Aerith began to morph into a different, more specific kind of craving.

Her eyes, wide and luminous, turned back to Jean. "Hey. Jean. You're psychic, right? Super-duper, read-all-the-thoughts powerful."

"I am," Jean replied, a note of caution in her voice.

A slow, wicked grin spread across Jinx's face. "So… you've seen it up close, right?" She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "His balls. Tell me. What are they like?"

Jean blinked, her composure cracking for a fraction of a second. A blush coloured her porcelain cheeks. She looked away, toward the hotel you had just entered. "Jinx, really, that's…"

"C'mon!" Jinx pleaded, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "I gotta know! I've seen the main event, obviously. That gorgeous, throbbing… gods, it's perfect. But the boys downstairs! The supporting cast! Are they… heavy? Do they slap against something when he's really going at it? Like, a clap-clap-clap sound? Or is it more of a thump-thump-thump?" She was practically vibrating with illicit curiosity.

Jean let out a sigh that was half exasperation, half genuine amusement. She finally looked back at Jinx, her expression unreadable. "They're… substantial," she said, the word feeling utterly inadequate and incredibly dirty all at once. "A truly…generous handful. And when he's deep inside, and his hips are driving forward, they tighten up, and… yes. There's a… a percussive quality to it to his seed."

Jinx's mouth fell open. Her imagination ignited, painting a vivid, obscene picture. The weight of them in her palm. The musky, masculine scent. The way they'd draw up just before he—

"Oh, fuck me," Jinx breathed, her earlier solo activities feeling utterly pathetic in comparison to the fantasy now unfolding in her head. "I wanna feel that. I wanna cup them and feel them get all tight and full while I'm sucking his fucking cock. I wanna hear them slap against my ass when he takes me from behind."

"You need to be patient," Jean said, though her own voice had taken on a slightly breathier quality.

"Patient is bo-ring!" Jinx whined, pulling at the ends of her blue pigtails in frustration. She peered over the ledge again. You were in god-knows-which-room! Her hotel. Her chance, for now, vanished. But the image was seared into her mind: you, your cock, and the heavy, sac of potency she now desperately craved to worship.

"Uggh, I wish I could rig the lottery somehow…"

"Me too," Jean said in a mutter. "Me too."

***

So when it came to the resort of heavenly women from various fictional verses, the island that it took place on was massive. There was the sandy beach where you spawned and the mixed-zoning known as Main Street. Your hotel was located within Main Street. Up north was the carnival and near the carnival was another, different hotel. This was where Tifa and Aerith were staying.

The island was huge and the lust of the women was perhaps equally proportional. There was something for everyone. You couldn't fathom to guess the population. Thousands? Maybe tens of thousands?

It didn't matter. You were entering a hotel room with two of the hottest women from Final Fantasy kissing you.

Your lips found theirs in a hungry, alternating rhythm, the sweet taste of Aerith's gloss mixing with the faint hint of wine on Tifa's tongue. "Mmmph!"

Your back hit the plush hotel bed. You were underneath a tangle of eager limbs. Aerith's soft, floral scent enveloped you from one side while Tifa's clean, soapy aroma teased from the other. You were still thrumming from your first release in the cafe. They coaxed a load from you.

The hotel room itself was, you vaguely recognized, red and bright. Not massive but very much in excellent shape and luxury for this fantasy threesome.

Aerith's delicate, sure fingers traced the line of your jaw as she broke the kiss, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. "Always so hard, aren't you?" she murmured, referring to the erection sandwiched between her and Tifa's legs. You were underneath, you were being pleased and praised all at once.

Tifa just smiled, a bold flash of confidence in her crimson eyes. While Aerith peppered a cute kiss to your cheek, she crawled. Tifa then dipped her head and took your hardening length into her warm, wet mouth. Your hips twitched. But it was Aerith who guided you, her hand on the back of Tifa's head, not pushing, but suggesting. "Easy, Tifa. Let's make it last."

They really were the ultimate duo. Tifa's mouth, hot and eager, worked the length of you. Every fucking inch, having a slow descent and rise from her lips. Not to mention with a building intensity, becoming faster and faster.

Aerith was looking at you and before you knew it…

"Good boy~!"

You were on her lap. Aerith lowered her lips and kissed you upside-down. It was—

"Ngggh~!"

Tifa's tongue was suddenly like an artist's brush, painting lines of fire along your shaft, tracing every vein, and lavishing attention on the sensitive head. Then she went back down. "Mmmph!" Then she pulled back to breathe and did the licking all over again. She wasn't as skilled as Aerith was in painting lines but god, you weren't complaining. You looked down, the sight itself nearly enough to push you over the edge: the martial artist, focused and intense—

"Pay attention to me too. I know I'm not sucking your dick but…"

She kissed you again. The flower girl, playful and devious. Both of these women in a perfect, coordinated rhythm.

You could feel the pressure coiling deep in your balls, a tight, hot spring ready to burst. Your fingers tangled in Aerith's soft, brown hair and you broke the kiss. "Aerith, gonna—!" Fuck, too late. Your balls bloated and the climax ripped through you.

Tifa understood instantly. She pulled away and looked up, her redder lips parting in anticipation just as the first powerful pulse hit. A thick, pearlescent streak landed across the busty martial artist's cheek. Another followed, splashing across her lips and chin. Her red eyes fluttered closed, not in disgust, but in bliss, a soft sigh escaping her as she felt the warm proof of your pleasure mark her skin. You came and came, painting Tifa's beautiful face with an astonishing, heavy load.

Aerith just giggled. "Oh my, what an impressive load~!"

While Tifa was still catching her breath, mesmerized and glossy-faced, you rose up. You pulled on her top and pulled it off. You felt the initial surprise in her tense shoulders, then the gradual melt as she yielded and allowed you gently push her down onto her back.

Tifa looked up at you, that confident spark still in her eyes, a fighter ready for the match. She slipped off her bottoms. Her toned legs were already prepared to wrap around your waist, though did not do so quite yet. She was waiting for your cock to go inside.

You slapped your cock on her abs pussy first and abs second. Then you judged her big boobs. The pillows of comfort were begging for a hug and to be suckled. But first….

Schliiick!

Her eyes widened.

"Oh—!"

You sheathed yourself inside her in one smooth, steady thrust. Her back arched off the bed and a sharp, gasping cry was torn from her throat. This slutty fighter was tight. Incredibly, unbearably tight. Every muscle in her cunt was taut, her inner walls clenching around you like a velvet fist, a perfect, hot, slick pressure that threatened to undo you instantly.

"Y-you can move," Tifa said, trying to draw up confidence. "J-just…"

From the back, Aerith giggled. She hovered on your shoulder and kissed you on the cheek. "Good luck, honey~!"

Right, good look. You looked down. The beautiful black hair, the red eyes, and the huge boobs…

What cup size was she, you wanted to ask. Oh well.

You began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that stole the breath from her lungs. Her confident gaze began to waver, clouding with a dawning, overwhelming pleasure. Her hands scrambled for purchase on the sheets, her knuckles turning white.

"Oh…! Oh gosh! O-oh, fuck…!" she choked out, the words ragged. "T-this is…!"

"Good? I bet it is," Aerith remarked, giggling. "Come on, Tifa, don't lose!"

"I-I-I won't! I won't—!"

She did. Slowly, Tifa did. This dick was just far too good. Far too addicting.

You drove into her harder, faster, losing yourself in the incredible feel of her pussy. Each thrust was a perfect friction, a building fire. You watched her fall apart beneath you. "Oh gosh! Oh gods! I-I think I'm cumming—!"

She tightened up. Tifa Lockhart's cunt was simply crazy in its tightness. If it wasn't for the experience you had accomuluated, you might have stopped entirely. You managed to stay steady, putting a hand on her delicious abs, and then just going faster.

"Oh gosh! Oh fuck—!"

Another chide remark from Aerith, "Ohh, Tifa's swearing!"

Tifa tried to respond and couldn't. Her head tossed side to side on the pillow, her beautiful eyes, once so focused, rolled back until only the whites showed. "I-I just—Aerith, you don't get it! Y-y-you don't! You donnnn't! This cock! It's so deep! It's making me—"

Cum again, yes.

Tifa's mouth fell open in a silent, breathless scream. Her cunt began to flutter wildly around your cock, a frantic, rhythmic pulse that signaled her undoing.

This third climax wasn't quiet. It was a torrent. A gushing flood of release that soaked the mattress and your cock too, her trained body convulsing beneath yours as a broken, sobbing cry finally escaped her. She shuddered, her whole world narrowing to the overwhelming cock fucking her.

Because you hadn't stopped. You didn't stop fucking her.

"Is it good?"

"Want him to slow down?" Aerith asked, not stopping in her teasing.

"A-a-are you kidding? Hngggh~!" Tifa gasped and whimpered. "I'll be f-f-fine! You've seen how much ass I can—" You proceeded to grab her hips and slam down harder. This wasn't close to your full potential. "K-k-kick! Kick! CUMMIIING~!!"

Tifa's face had your cum. Her pussy was tightening and greedy and desperate. Aerith laughed at her expense.

"S-s-shut up! L-laugh while you still can! My techniques'll lead the way—"

Aerith turned your head and kissed you. And while doing so, she started stripping her bikini off. Your eyes flicked down to her tits and then her bare pussy, and then yanked into the kiss. It was a heavenly distraction, because in that moment, you couldn't even warn Tifa. You came inside her. Tifa's eyes rolled back, taken aback. She couldn't detect it in time, even with all her training. She couldn't prepare herself. She was getting fucked and then—spuuurt! Her womb was getting filled up.

"Oh fuuuuck—!"

A side-eye from Aerith and a giggle as she ended the kiss with you. The brunette was like the devil here. You were still looking at her and when she saw that you were still looking, Aerith stroked your cheek. "Creampie her for me, will you?"

You did. You kissed Aerith and creampied the fuck out of Tifa Lockhart.

You pulled your slick cock from Tifa's quivering, spent form. The martial artist collapsed onto the mattress, chest heaving, utterly conquered. You turned to Aerith, your hand connecting with the perfect, round curve of her ass in a sharp, stinging smack that made her giggle. The sound echoed in the room. You admired the reddening print on her pale skin, the way her peach-shaped cheeks jiggled from the impact.

"Now it's my turn," Aerith said, smiling.

The brunette moved away from you and onto her hands and knees. She had your cock tease her entrance with your tip. "Mm, that's Tifa's juices, right? I'm a little jealous to be the second-choice. But, you know what they say?" Aerith winked at you. "Save the best for last!"

The Ancient woman was dripping, more than ready. You gripped her hips and with one powerful, unyielding thrust, you buried your entire length inside her to the hilt.

Aerith's reaction was instantaneous and catastrophic. Her back arched into a perfect, dramatic curve, her head thrown back. Her eyes widened. "Ohmygods—!"

Her smile grew.

This was what Tifa was talking about. This was what everyone was talking about. What the most powerful women in all of fiction fell to.

Your cock.

Your cock, fully inside this magician's greedy cunt.

A shattered shriek was torn from her very soul, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. "OHMYGODS, CUMMMIIING—!" Her inner walls clamped down on you in a violent, irresistible spasm, an immediate and powerful orgasm racking her body from the sheer suddenness and fullness of your invasion.

See, Aerith was physically lesser than Tifa. Aerith tried to play a big game but come on. If that was Tifa's reaction to your cock, what would Aerith's be? Much more devastating. Much more intense.

Behind you, Tifa panted, spread-eagled and glistening with sweat, and with a thankful smirk of sorts. The "I-told-you-so" look. Beneath you, Aerith gasped, still trembling violently from the force of her climax.

You started to fuck her already apologetic cunt. All that taunting—

"Ohfuckohfuck—!"

She was already apologizing. Already losing it. She wasn't as tight as Tifa but certainly wetter.

CLAP—!

The second real thrust. The second time your pelvis slammed into her ass. Your balls slapped.

"Oh… oh gods," Aerith whimpered. Her moans were a broken thing as you withdrew and thrust back in a hot, slow piston of flesh. Each drive of your hips knocking a sharp, breathy cry from her lips. Her fingers scrambled against the rumpled sheets, finding no purchase.

Aerith had that peach ass. The kind of ass that jiggled and clapped when you fucked it doggy-style. Her voice was cute and jittery, and while getting fucked like this, it became sluttier and even more feminine. Like she knew her place.

All that teasing…

"Oh gods—! Oh gooddsss! This cock! I apologize! I-I didn't understand—!" She whimpered. She threw her head back. She tried to catch your gaze and couldn't. You were only casually fucking her too.

Your balls slapped. Your balls gave a complete view. The complete experience.

"Oh gods, it's too good! Too good~!! TOO GOODD~!! I CAN'T STOP CUMMING! I CAN'T! I JUST CANNNN'T~!!!"

Her pleas were a fuel to your fire. You slid a hand around her hip, your fingers finding her swollen clit. The moment you touched her, Aerith seized up. She shrieked as another orgasm, swift and brutal, crashed over her. Her channel milked you desperately, a silken, rhythmic convulsion that threatened to creampie her sorry pussy right there.

"Y-y-your throbbing!" She giggled, sound drunk even. Her arms shook as you thrust and thrust, and she shook. "Y-y-you're gonna cum! R-right? Righhht!? Nnggghh~!!!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

"Pleeeeease," she begged, her words slurred with overwhelming sensation. "Please, I need it… I need to feel you… cum inside me. Fill me up. I'm begging you."

You drove into her harder. Balls and pelvis meeting the peach ass echoing in the room. "No," you grunted, your own control fraying at the edges. "Not yet."

That's when you felt a new, incredibly soft pressure on your back. Tifa, who had been watching with rapt, heavy-lidded eyes, had finally moved. She pressed her firm, generous breasts against your back, her arms encircling you from behind.

"Gonna cum inside her?" Tifa whispered, husky and hot against your ear. One of her hands trailed down your stomach, her fingers expertly finding your straining, tight balls. She cupped and massaged them with a gentle, knowing pressure. "Do it then. Come on. Please? Do it for me~!"

It was the ambush you never saw coming. The dual sensation—Aerith's vice-like, quivering cunt around your cock and Tifa' incredible tits against your back, and her clever fingers working your most sensitive flesh—was utterly overwhelming. Your rhythm faltered. You literally stopped and your vision whited out.

"C-cumming!"

You could sense the appreciation in Tifa that you came so easily and so fast.

Already buried to the hilt inside Aerith, your orgasm started. From your perspective, it was like an endless torrent of cum pumping into the depths of her pussy. You pulsed and throbbed within her, each jet of cum wringing a weak, satisfied sob from Aerith's lips.

Through it all, Aerith had been on her hands and knees—until the end. As soon as you were done, she dropped. Aerith was a blissful, wrecked mess, a drowsy, triumphant grin on her face as your seed left her cunt.

"Hehehe….c-cum…inshiide…me…." Aerith murmured. Tifa pecked you on the cheek.

"Good job. Although you might want to last longer next time."

Tifa giggled.

The girls had won this round.

You wouldn't let it happen again. A new, determined energy surged through you. You slapped your cock on Aerith's ass, who merely sighed contentedly and melted into the mattress, done for the moment. Your gaze then locked onto Tifa.

You grabbed her, pulling her down into a deep, claiming kiss. Your tongue plunged into her mouth. When you broke the kiss, your hand came down in a sharp, stinging smack on her perfect, round ass. Tifa yelped in surprise, a blush spreading across her cheeks, but her scarlet eyes flashed with defiant excitement.

You manhandled her onto her back, hooking your arms under her powerful thighs and pushing her legs up and back, spreading her open and elevating her hips in a perfect mating press. You loomed over her, completely in control. Her toned, incredible body was on full display for you, her abs taut, her magnificent breasts jiggling with her quickened breath.

"S-still hard, huh?" Tifa bit her lip, that familiar flicker of self-doubt quickly replaced by martial determination. "But I'm not beaten yet either! Heh, give it your all!"

You proved her wrong with the very first thrust. You sheathed yourself inside her in one smooth, powerful motion, the angle so deep and perfect it stole the breath from both your lungs. Tifa's confident expression shattered. Her eyes, wide and shocked, rolled back into her head. A broken, high-pitched moan, unlike any sound you'd ever heard from her, escaped her lips.

"W-what is this—WHAT IS THIIISS~!!!? THIS ANNGGLE~! THIS COCKKK~!!"

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

"CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMIIING~!!!

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

The longer she got fucked, the more feminine she became.

You established a brutal, piston-like rhythm, each thrust hammering against her deepest, most sensitive spots. Her tightness was legendary. A perfect, muscular glove squeezing you with every plapping mating press thrust. You dominated Tifa Lockhart utterly. Her hands fisted the sheets, her head thrashing from side to side.

Her first orgasm came quickly, a violent, shaking thing that made her entire body convulse around you. "CUMMIIING~!!! YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL SO GOOOD~!!!" You didn't slow. You couldn't. You drove her through it, into a second, and then a third climax. Each one seemed to fracture a piece of her composure.

"THE COCK—THE COCK—THIS COCKKK~!! I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF ITT~!!!"

The confident bartender, the disciplined martial artist, was being utterly unmade beneath you, reduced to a writhing, pleading creature of pure sex. Big boobs, fat hips, hot red eyes, Tifa was a naturally erotic woman.

But did she slut out her body? Was she a whore? No. No, she wasn't. She was loyal. Tifa only wanted one man and that was YOU.

You leaned down, your face inches from hers. "Want more, Tifa?"

Tifa could only gasp and nod hurriedly, her red eyes glazed and unfocused. She couldn't speak because you were so deep inside, her throat felt stuck.

"Beg for it," you commanded, your thrusts beginning again and not ceasing. "Beg for my cum."

It took a moment for the words to penetrate her pleasure-fogged mind. "P-plleeeasshhhhe…" she finally whimpered, the admission seeming to cost her everything. "Pleeasshhe, I-I neddshhhg it…! G-giivvvee cummmmm~!!!"

You could feel your own peak roaring back in your balls. You could cum inside her and give her what she wanted. But you were in charge now. As you felt the irrepressible surge begin, you did the one thing she didn't expect. You pulled out completely.

With a few rough, quick strokes of your own hand, you let go. Your release painted her stomach and those legendary, perfect breasts in thick, pearlescent streaks. It was a huge, seemingly never-ending load, each pulse coasting her sculpted abs and glazing her erect nipples.

Tifa gasped beneath you. The sudden lack of fullness and the shocking warmth splashing across her skin, it was like she snapped back into place. She recovered. "Y-your cum…! Y-your wasting it…!"

The fighter in Tifa wasn't finished. Seeing your cum on her tits and not inside her, her red eyes surged with yellow chi. You didn't see it at first. As you admired your work on her torso, you felt it. The soft, tentative brush of her bare foot against your still-throbbing cock, then against your sensitized balls. A gentle, coaxing stroke. A clear, wordless challenge.

It was quite literally hot too. This was Tifa's chi. Her second-wind.

You looked down at her. Tifa covered in the evidence of her defeat, your cum, but a spark of that stubborn, sensual spirit still burned in her half-lidded eyes. Your cock was already stirring back to life under her ministration.

Well, not like you were empty yet anyway. You only started going soft because you thought it was done.

Tifa's foot, surprisingly strong and delicate all at once, traced a blazing path up your length. Following that, a soft, breathy laugh came from behind and you were hugged. "Someone's not ready for the night to be over."

Aerith…

"Right? Don't think we're going to go down that easily," Tifa whispered, husky with exhaustion and desire, that defiant spark in her dark eyes flaring brighter.

You captured her ankle, kissing the arch of her foot before lowering it. You looked between them, your two perfect, insatiable partners. Aerith, hugging you from behind and stroking your balls. "Mm, they're not empty either. Not even close." She smirked. "Good~!"

In front of you, Tifa pushed herself up on her elbows, her chest still rising and falling with deep, recovering breaths.

It was Aerith who voiced the shared, wicked thought. "We want you." Her hands finished their strokes and she appeared in front of you, green eyes luminous. "Both of us. At the same time."

Tifa bit her lip, a big, sexy smile touching her mouth as she nodded in agreement. "Please. We need to feel you. All of you."

The challenge was irresistible. Aerith went onto her hands and knees, her round, peach-like ass presenting itself perfectly. Tifa was already beneath her, on her back. The Final Fantasy babes forming a delicious, overlapping tableau. Your newly hardened cock ached and oozed pre-cum. Who should go first? Who would you choose?

"Come on, this is a democracy," Aerith said. "You already picked Tifa. It's my turn next."

Well, in the spirit of democracy…

The head of your length pressed against Aerith's slick, welcoming heat, while your fingers sought out Tifa's already dripping core.

"Ready?"

You got your answer in twin, breathless moans. You pushed forward, sinking into the incredible, velvety wet of Aerith's pussy. A delighted cry left her and she grinned. "G-goood~! Mmmpph~!"

Thrust, thrust!

"Ohhh~! Yes, yes! Yes! A little slower but—" You sped up. "N-nevermind! Neverminnnd~!!"

At the same moment, your fingers were replaced by your thumb, working in slow, firm circles against Tifa's swollen clit. Her back arched off the bed, a choked gasp her only response as her eyes slammed shut.

You fucked Aerith harder too. A faster, better rhythm into Aerith's clutching cunt, matched by the perfect pressure on Tifa's most sensitive nerve. Aerith's wanton, encouraging cries and the wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin, underscored by Tifa's sharp, hitched breaths and helpless whimpers.

"Oh gods, oh gods, oh godssss~!" Aerith repeated, erotic and hot. "G-gonna cum—!"

"I'm already cumming~!!!" Tifa exclaimed.

You could feel every shudder that wracked Tifa's frame, and every clenching, internal pulse from Aerith. You were the conductor of their ecstasy, and they were your perfect, willing instruments.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

"H-how are you even—" Aerith got cut off by her own orgasm. "OH GODS, HOW AM I ALREADY CUMMIIING~!!!"

Tifa shattered shortly afterward. Her orgasm was a silent, seismic event. She let out a soundless scream, her body seizing up, her core clamping down on nothing, only vaguely from where your thumb danced. You felt her release, a hot slickness against your hand. A moment later, Aerith followed with another loud, trembling wail, her inner muscles milking your length in a series of violent, delicious spasms.

Aerith collapsed ontop of Tifa.

You pulled out. You smiled.

Then you plunged into Tifa and immediately creampied her.

…

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…

Somehow, that wasn't the end. All three of you kept going. Tifa had her chi pushing her forward and Aerith could use healing magic. Her Healing Wind in particular was like it was made for sex. For threesomes.

The moon was its highest.

"I-I can't get enough of this cock! I just—I don't get it myself but—mmmph~! I love it! I love it!"

You didn't just take Tifa again; you let her take you. She slid atop you, sinking down onto your length with a guttural, satisfied moan that was so unlike her usual reserve. Her hips set a punishing, rhythmic pace, her pussy clamping around you with unbearable tightness.

Having Tifa Lockhart riding you was an experience you would never forget. Not with those big boobs jiggling. Not with those abs you could touch and grace.

"Mmmph~! I see it! You like these babies, don't you?" Tifa propped up her boobs even as she hopped up and down your cock. She smiled and giggled. "I'm glad! I'm so lucky that someone likes my boobs! Sometimes, I think they're too big but…"

You grabbed her hips and for one moment only, you thrust and made her orgasm. You took control, only so that you could say without speaking verbally, "Too big? Don't be ridiculous!"

Tifa's head fell back, her long dark hair sweeping across your legs. "N-n-noted!" She exclaimed, taking a second to breathe. But only a second. Her chi filled up the powerful muscles in her abdomen and thighs and she got right back to fuckingyou. She rode you with the same focused intensity she used to break training dummies, her scarlet eyes locked on yours, a sheen of sweat making her skin glow in the dim light.

Boobs jiggling, smiling cutely, and intensive. This was the kind of sex Tifa gave when she rode you.

"I'm glad you're liking it! I am!" She leaned down and kissed you on the lips. "I'm so turned~! I love that you love me~!"

Love.

You couldn't hold back at this point, you came inside her. Her name suddenly became a broken prayer on your lips. Your absurd load made her eyes widen and mutter, "Oh gosh, you're cumming~!! S-so much filling me up!"

She gasped. She tried to seem pathetic but it was impossible. The great Tifa froze up before she collapsed onto your chest, panting.

"Y-your balls…really don't…empty, do they?" Tifa giggled and looked up at you. She couldn't move right now. Neither could you, only because your cock was still inside her absurdly tight cunt. "I can't believe I'm so lucky to have someone like you~"

Tifa kissed you one last time.

Then it was Aerith's turn. She was all playful sin, pushing Tifa aside and slinking her lips down your cock with a mischievous glint in her emerald eyes. Where Tifa's riding was intensity, Aerith's dick sucking was worship. She didn't just take you into her mouth; she explored you. Her tongue swirled around the head. She didn't take you deep. When she drew back, her attention shifted lower.

"Mm, I hope this isn't too much of a change of pace. If we both ride you, it'll get boring, right?"

Right, you wanted to reply but failing to.

Like a hungry whore, Aerith nuzzled into your ballsack. She took one of your balls into her mouth, sucking gently. "Laa…! Shhoo good~!" Her tongue lapped at the taut skin with a reverence that made you see stars. She lavished attention on the left testicle in particular. As for the right, her delicate fingers stroked and pleased it.

Spurt, spurt, spurt! You inevitably shot your load into the ceiling. Come on, it was impossible not cum with such deep devotion.

"Mm, so much cum~!!"

And all Aerith did was encourage it. She switched to your right testicle at last and suckled on it. Your cumshots seemed to increase, going into large arcs that fell on Aerith's hair. She did not mind, not one bit, she only kept smiling.

Gods, what a devilish woman. For all her innocence, Aerith could be hella sneaky and cunning.

You pulled her up, flipping her flat on her stomach. You admired the perfect, round curve of her ass, the soft pale skin that jiggled so beautifully under your palm when you gave it a sharp, stinging smack. She only giggled. She loved getting spanked.

You drove into her from behind, and she came instantly. She fucked her pronebone. You gave her that good dick. All that worship to your balls, she deserved this. This…gift.

"Mm, I thought you'd bang me and punish me. But instead…" She turned over and gestured you to come closer. You did and received a thankful kiss on the cheek. "You're giving me the best present of my life~!"

That comment did it. You throbbed violently and her her inner walls fluttered around you in a delicious contraction. You promptly filled her up, your release pumping into her womb. You and Aerith sealed it with a deep, passionate kiss. Kissing and cumming.

Hours melted away. The sun set and rose again. You lost count of the positions, the orgasms, the desperate, hungry words whispered into sweat-slicked skin. You took Aerith against the window, the cool glass a shocking contrast to her feverish skin as you watched the city lights below. You laid Tifa on the edge of the bed, her legs hooked over your shoulders as you drove into her, watching her eyes roll back in her head over and over, her powerful thighs trembling helplessly against your ears. Each time you came inside one, the other was there with a kiss, a touch, a whispered encouragement, ensuring you were ready to go again far sooner than should have been possible.

You lost track of which night it was. All you knew was the smell of their perfume and sex, and the cute sounds of their gasps and moans.

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…

The sun was rising, casting a soft glow through the window. You were behind Tifa, her body spooned against yours, one of her legs hooked over yours. You were buried to the hilt inside her, moving in slow, grinding, deep thrusts. This was her favorite— your chest against her back, your arms wrapped around her, your hands possessively groping and squeezing her full, heavy breasts. Tifa was mewling and whimpering.

"Y-you're soooo deep," Tifa slurred, her voice thick with sleep and pleasure. "Shooo deep…" You felt her climax begin not as a shock, but as a slow, rising tide, a series of gentle, then increasingly powerful contractions that milked your length until you joined her, pouring yet another load into her welcoming, well-used depths.

Healing magic and chi…

You lost count of the hours, the positions, the orgasms. The room became a warm, hazy paradise of intertwined limbs, breathless pleas, and the shared, slick sounds of lovemaking.

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…

…

The moon was high again. Two nights had blurred into one endless, carnal day. You were on your back in the center of the ravaged bed, utterly spent. The hotel room was red, but in complete disarray. The curtains had been dragged down. The sheets were messy.

Most of all, your cock was finally soft and flaccid against your thigh. Your balls felt profoundly, blessedly empty.

Tifa was curled into your right side, her head on your chest, one arm draped across your stomach. She was fast asleep, her breathing deep and even, a small, contented smile on her lips. Aerith was snuggled into your left, her leg thrown over yours, her fingers tracing lazy, absent-minded patterns on your chest. Her eyes were closed, but she was still awake, humming a soft, tuneless melody.

Aerith's eyes fluttered open, those bright Mako-green pools full of a soft, sated warmth. She tilted her head up and placed a feather-light kiss on your jaw. "So," she whispered. "Who won?"

You could only chuckle.

"Come onnn~! We did, right? Right?" Aerith poked your cheek.

From your other side, Tifa didn't open her eyes, but her arm tightened around you. "Agree with Aerith for once. We did," Tifa murmured. "We definitely won."

Aerith's mischievous smile returned, her hand drifting lower, her fingertips barely ghosting over your soft, sensitive dick. "Hmmm. I think he might have one more in him. What do you think, Tifa?"

Could you even get hard anymore?

Tifa was starstruck. "Ohhh…

Aerith licked her lips. "Look at that~"

For Tifa and Aerith? Yes.

***

You opened the door out of the red hotel room.

You were done for the day.

Physically, spiritually, and—if you were being honest—pelvically drained. The sun had gone down hours ago. You spent a grand total of three days with Tifa and Aerith. Was it worth it? Yes, so fucking worth it. But at the same time, the ache in your balls was wince-inducing.

Directly outside the room, you sighed with your balls held in your hands. You turned to close the door behind you. "Huh?"

Then you blinked when you saw a note stuck to the door. You pulled it, noticing the hot glue. The note read out:

Hello. I suggest you make your way to the hot spring. Ada Wong or an emissary will come to pick you up afterward. The hot spring is behind the hotel.

- Yours Truly, Jean Grey

A hot spring behind the hotel? This place was weird with its climate and geography. But anyway, you put the paper back to the door and went down the stairs. There was no elevator in this hotel, unfortunately, despite there being ten floors. You were at the very top too.

Sigh.

Well, time to walk.

In this hotel, there weren't too many bikini-clad women. It struck you as odd. Maybe everyone was fast asleep? As much as you wanted to ask the receptionist, you were too tired and she smiled to point you to the back door.

"The hot spring is back there," said the receptionist. "Go down the stairs and there will be a change room to enter."

You gave your thanks, albeit with the prompt thought of, 'More stairs? Come on…'

A sigh left you. A hand on your hips, you walked. The back area was particularly empty. The rush of the night hit you when you opened the door. You drew in a breath and began walking down the stairs.

It was a pretty long fleet of stairs too.

Sigh.

Somewhere behind you, laughter echoed from the carnival, but you weren't part of that now. You just wanted to relax.

Looking up and then done, you noted there was no mountain. Meaning, this wasn't a mountain-side hot spring, this was artificially made. Hopefully it was going to be good anyway.

"Ah, there's the changeroom."

It was something of a shed, brown and mid-sized. Nothing extravagant.. You surmised not many people used this. Hell, given the rectangular size and structure, it could only contain a dozen or so people. And since it was quiet and the walls were made of wood, there wasn't anyone inside. It would be peaceful and quiet in the hot spring.

The scent of sulfur and damp stone filled the air as you padded down the smooth, wooden walkway toward the men's changing room. Silence, broken only by the distant trickle of water, wrapped around this secluded area. Your hand was on the bamboo-slide door when a frantic voice cut through the calm.

"Waaaaiiit!"

You turned just in time to see boobs bouncing first and Mitsuri Kanroji second. Her signature pink and green hair was instantly recognizable in the muted environment and she was sprinting toward you with an earnest, clumsy gait. Her red robes billowed around her like a sail. Her obi was tied properly around her grey kimono, yet in spite of that, with every running step, her boobs threatened a spectacular escape.

It was something, alright. This cute, ditzy girl with one of the biggest racks you had ever seen.

Large and full breasts strained against the flimsy fabric of her kimono. They heaved and jiggled with her momentum. For any man, it was a mesmerizing display. Soft pale flesh threatening to spill over the kimono's deep neckline.

She did not exactly skid to halt, but from your perspective, it sure seemed like it. Directly in front of you, she stopped, her chest bouncing from the sudden stop, and for in the next breathtaking, impossibly soft moment, the world vanished into a pillow of giving cleavage. Her boobs, openly and cutely hugging your face.

The world was muffled, scented faintly of cherry blossoms. Then, just as suddenly, it was gone. Mitsuri leapt back, her face the color of a ripe strawberry, her hands flying to her mouth.

"I am so, so sorry!" Mitsuri wailed, her large, green eyes wide with mortified panic. "Did I disturb you? Oh gossh, I did, didn't I!?"

A shake of the head and a blink at the same time. Mitsuri sighed with relief and grinned.

I just… I really, really wanted to join you in the hot spring! I didn't want you to go in alone!"

This was technically the first time you'd met her, so why would she accompany you? But through the logic of this strange, heavenly realm where you were the sole man and every woman seemed to know and adore you, it didn't matter. Any illogical things were best not to think about. This hot big titty Hashira from Demon Slayer wanted to accompany you to the hot spring. Who the fuck would reject her?

You offered a small, reassuring smile. "It's alright. No harm done."

Mitsuri sagged with relief, a radiant smile instantly replacing her look of terror. "Oh, thank goodness! You're as understanding as everyone says!" She clapped her hands together, then seemed to remember her state of undress and fumbled to pull her robe tighter, a futile effort that only emphasized the generous swell of her bust.

"Then…shall we?"

You slid open the door to the changing room, a small, tranquil space with woven baskets for clothes. "Oh goodness, what a gentleman~!" Mitsuri followed you in without a hint of hesitation, her earlier shyness apparently forgotten in her exuberance. She began untying her own obi while you started…oh right, nevermind, you were nude.

You glanced at Mitsuri. No need to be embarrassed. Come on, at this point, you were used to stripping and fucking. Albeit honestly, right now, you preferred actually using the hot spring than going straight to pounding.

"So, you're a Hashira?"

"I am indeed! Or, well, not anymore, I guess!" She carefully folded her clothes, humming. Only one article of clothing was left now, her kimono. You looked away only for manner's sake.

Even without looking, you could feel her presence, a vibrant energy in the small room, but when you glanced over, she was turned away, focused entirely on neatly folding her robe. Although you were already naked, Mitsuri gave no reaction, no stolen glance. She simply finished her task, her own magnificent body now gloriously nude. Big boobs and amazing childbearing hips.

"Wah! Can't wait to go inside!"

Brimming with enthusiasm, the busty pink demon slayer padded toward the spring's entrance, offering you nothing but a fleeting, mesmerizing view of the lush, perfect curve of her buttocks. Your cock stirred and you were momentarily stunned. The door opened and she was gone into the steam. She didn't walk, she skipped. She was that excited.

"Mmm! The water is SO good," you could hear her exclaiming after a small splash.

You followed and were able to penetrate the cloudy depths of the atmosphere. Mitsuri was already submerged up to her chin, a blissful expression on her face, her vibrant hair fanned out around her. She turned over, beaming at you, water sluicing over the incredible slopes of her breasts, which bobbed gently on the surface. Then she rose to her full height.

"Hey! Come on in, the water is amaaazing~!" Mitsuri sighed, her voice a happy hum.

You stood there at the edge of the water. You gulped.

Hold your balls. Don't jack off yet. Don't cum yet...!

But Mitsuri was looking at you. Her hair resting on her breasts, hiding her nipples, and her smile eager for your entry. Gathering your courage, you entered the hot, mineral-rich water. You sighed as you sank in.

"Told you," Mitsuri said, giggling. "Amazing, right? Jean recently built it."

You figured as much. Jean Grey was responsible for this. The host of the Phoenix Force was truly incredible to replicate an authentic hot spring experience without the proper geography.

"She's amaziiing! The whole council is! They've got magic and everything!"

You settled across from her, the rock ledge warm against your back. Mitsuri kept yapping, "I'm so glad that we could talk like this! Just me and you and, mmm, hehe." She blushed and cupped her cheeks. "It's just so great! I'm so happy!"

"Me too," you replied. Though you were curious about this council, your attention was also mildly taken by her breasts. Which was more important, plot or plot? Hard to say.

"It's very peaceful here," you said, your voice echoing softly. "And with the hotel nearby, there's food and everything!"

"It is!" she agreed instantly, her enthusiasm bubbling over. "I love it. It's so much nicer than the training grounds. And the food here! You have to try the mochi later, it's so fluffy and sweet, I could eat a hundred of them!"

Mitsuri proceeded to chatter happily about meals and scenery, her hands animated above the water. "We should go and eat them sometime! Ooh, maybe we can ask the hotel people! Oh, but wait, I don't want to inconvenience them…"

"Don't worry, I ordered plenty of food when I was staying." Specifically when you were fucking Tifa and Aerith and needed food and water in between. "They don't mind. They love cooking."

"Oohh! I wish I was good at cooking!"

"You're not?"

"I, erm, I try." A nervous giggle. "You, ah, probably don't want to try it though."

"Hey, maybe we can try and cook together," you said.

"T-together? That'd be…" Mitsuri smiled brightly. "That'd be amazing!!"

The conversation suddenly lulled into a comfortable silence. Mitsuri's gaze grew distant, fixed on the swirling steam. Her cheerful facade seemed to soften.

"T-thank you for talking to me," she said, her voice quieter, more thoughtful.

"No need to thank me," you said, "you're great Mitsuri."

Both her personality AND her tits.

"T-thank you. Really. It's funny talking to you like this." She looked down at her hands and her smile became bitter. "A long time ago, someone told me only a bear, a boar, or a cow would ever want to marry me. It was…"

The raw hurt in her voice was palpable. This was the core of her, the deep-seated insecurity hidden beneath all that vibrant love and power.

"He was an idiot," you said firmly. You wanted to mention who would not want to be married to those tits but refrained.

Her head snapped up, her eyes glistening. She looked at you, really looked at you, her gaze traveling over your face as if seeing you for the first time. Her breath hitched. A deep blush crept from her chest, up her neck, and across her cheeks. "Ahh…you… you're different. From the moment I ran into you, it felt… complicated. My heart is beating so fast." She shook her head, a dazed, wondrous look on her face. "I feel… I think I might be…"

You saw it then—the flicker of her gaze down, toward the waterline where your body was submerged. There was a curiosity there, free of the judgment she'd once faced. The water hid nothing; the shape of your growing cock was clear.

See, the water, it was healing you. It was refilling your empty balls. All that sex from before, all that competition and battle, and you were rapidly recovering.

"You've never seen one, have you?" you asked softly.

Mitsuri went red. She shook her head, her pink and green hair swaying. "N-no. Never."

The atmosphere became charged with a new, intimate energy. The steam felt hotter. "Would you like to touch it then?" you asked.

Her eyes went wide, her lips parting in a soft 'o' of shock. For a moment, she was perfectly still, the only movement the frantic pulse at the base of her throat. Then she looked at your flaccid dick again. It wasn't fully erect yet. She knew it could get bigger.

With a tremble that rippled the water around her, she nodded. Slowly, hesitantly, she swam over. She extended a hand through the steamy water. Mitsuri seemed unsure. Very unsure. This was her first time, well and true.

Her touch, when it came, was a ghost of a sensation at first, a brush of fingertips against your tip that made you inhale sharply. Emboldened, her hand grew more sure, her delicate, incredibly strong fingers gently closing around the cockhead. She gasped as she felt you harden and swell to your full, erect size in her palm, the firm, unfamiliar shape shocking her.

"W-wow…! I-it's hard now! From soft to…" Her eyes were locked on where her hand disappeared beneath the water, her expression one of unadulterated astonishment. She gulped. This was a swordsman who had slayed over fifty demons. Who possessed great strength. Yet your erection made her feel weak. "S-so this is a man's…" she breathed, her voice full of awe and wonder, her fingers unconsciously tightening.

The first stroke arrived. Then the second and third, from base to tip. Mitsuri squeaked when she felt your throbbing.

"S-so amazing! I-it's like it's alive!"

That first gentle, electrifying clasp seemed to tighten. The strokes became faster and the water began to splash a little. The water lapped gently at your waist. Mitsuri's eyes were still wide, fixed on the place where her hand, hidden by the milky water, held you captive and jerked you off. Suddenly, she stopped. You could feel the faint tremor in her incredibly strong fingers as they measured your thickness.

A deep blush bloomed across her cheeks, spreading down her neck and across the magnificent swell of her breasts. "Oh my… it's so… warm. And it… it moved," she mouthed to herself. She was having a silent conversation with herself, her lips moving without sound. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she withdrew her hand, letting it rest on the surface of the water as if she'd touched a sacred relic.

Mitsuri cleared her throat, her voice a little shaky. "The… the main pool is nice, but there's a smaller, more secluded one further up the path. The rocks there are smoother. Would you… would you like to see it with me?"

You nodded. "I'd like that."

Getting out of the water was a spectacle in itself. You rose first—

Thwack!

And accidentally uppercutted her chin with your cock. You immediately apologized.

"I-it's okay! It happens!"

Mitsuri giggled and gulped. It was right there. Right fucking there, your cock close to her face.

The cool mountain air hitting your wet skin, making you acutely aware of your full, aching erection. Two inches, five inches, or ten inches, it didn't matter. Water sluiced down your chest and legs. Mitsuri's gaze, once so shy, was now openly, hungrily fixed on you. She watched the water drip from the tip of your cock. She seemed mesmerized by your erection, something she had, entirely unintentionally, summoned.

Then she stood. It was a fluid, powerful motion that sent water cascading off her body. Her hourglass figure was a masterpiece of softness and strength. Her breasts, heavy and full, jiggled enticingly, their pale, pink-tipped glory swaying before settling. Her waist nipped in dramatically before flaring out to strong, rounded hips and thicc thighs.

You recalled briefly about another Hashira saying Mitsuri had good childbearing hips. Well, he was most certainly correct.

"S-so, um, shall we get going?" she giggled a little. It was what you had said after all.

'She really doesn't look like she has muscles,' you thought, admiring the smooth, pale curves. Then you smiled and nodded.

The stone path was cool and smooth underfoot as you walked shoulder-to-shoulder. You felt the heat of her stare burning into your stiff cock as it bobbed with each step. She gulped every so often, eyes flicking to and away.

"It's… um… quite impressive," she finally managed, her voice breathy. "The way it… leads the way."

You chuckled. Ironic considering you were following her.

The path narrowed, and a small, moss-covered log lay across it. "Here, allow me," Mitsuri said, chippery. Before you could react, her hands were on you. One arm slid behind your back, the other hooked under your knees. With a soft, effortless grunt, she lifted you as if you weighed no more than a child.

'What the—'

The display of raw, effortless strength was breathtaking. One moment you were standing, the next you were cradled against the impossibly soft, pillowy warmth of her chest. She then jumped across. Your face was suddenly buried in her breasts. Mitsuri didn't notice until after the matter when she looked down. Her emerald eyes widened.

"O-oh! Oh, my!" she squeaked, her composure shattering. Her face flushed a deep, adorable crimson, and she set you down on your feet with the same gentle, careful strength, as if placing a precious vase on a shelf. Your cock, now free, jutted out between you.

Your balls were supposed to be empty. Not anymore.

"S-sorry!" The confidence she'd shown in lifting you was gone, replaced by a vulnerable, yearning shyness."Ahh, I'm so…I'm so embarrassed." She cupped her cheeks, blushing red and turning away. She couldn't look at you anymore.

At the same time, she couldn't ignore you. Her eyes found you again, shy and embarrassed and managing to look between your cock and your face. Your face which had been swallowed by her pillowy mounds. She swallowed, glued to your lips. Her hand clenched tightly and she inhaled.

"Would it be… could I… kiss you?"

You didn't answer with words. You simply closed the small distance between you, one hand coming up to cradle her jaw, your thumb stroking her soft cheek. You leaned in and covered her mouth with yours.

It was a sweet, tentative kiss at first. Her lips were impossibly soft, yielding under yours with a tiny, shuddering sigh. Then she melted into it, her own strength responding. Her mouth opened slightly, and the kiss deepened, becoming wetter, hotter, more searching. Her hands came up to rest on your bare chest, her fingers splaying across your pectorals. You could feel the latent power in that delicate touch.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. A string of saliva connected your mouths for a second before breaking. Her green eyes were glazed with a dazed, happy lust.

"Wow," Mitsuri breathed. Her gaze drifted downward, drawn back to the focal point of all this new, overwhelming sensation. "It was right there… between us. I could feel its heat." Her hand, the one that had first dared to touch you underwater, lifted. It hovered in the air, trembling. "May I… touch it again? Properly this time? I want to feel all of it."

You just nodded. You let her grab your cock.

But it seemed her curiosity wanted something else and Her touch was no longer a ghost of a sensation. Her palm, calloused from swordsmanship yet incredibly soft in its center, cupped your balls first. She weighed them gently, her expression one of intense, fascinated concentration. "So this is how men and women…" she murmured, more to herself than to you. Her fingers were exquisitely careful, exploring the sensitive skin, tracing the tight, drawn-up sac with a reverence that made your knees weak.

Then her hand slid upward, her fingers wrapping around the shaft of your cock. This time, there was no hesitation, only a burning curiosity. Her grip was firm, yet soft—a perfect, maddening contradiction. She began to stroke, slowly, her motion a little clumsy and unpracticed, but utterly devastating in its earnestness. Her thumb smeared the bead of precum that had gathered at your tip, using it to slick her path.

Up. Down. Up, down.

Base to tip, base to tip. The friction was exquisite. Her green eyes were locked on her handjob, watching her own fingers glide over your veined, hardened length. Her strokes gained a little confidence, a rhythm beginning to form. "It's so smooth," she remarked. "And so hard. Like steel wrapped in silk."

You could only groan, your head falling back as pleasure, hot and urgent, coiled tight in your nutsack. The visual of this gorgeous big-titty, innocent swordswoman so intently studying your cock was too much. The handjob alone was one thing, then there were her innocent comments and her jiggling boobs. The combination of her innocent exploration and the skilled, powerful grip of her hand pushed made your balls remember how to nut again.

You thought it would take a while considering how much you had gone through. Nope. One five minute dip in the water and a handjob from Mitsuri and you were back.

Your hips bucked into her fist. "Mitsuri, I'm… I'm going to…"

Mitsuri looked up, her eyes wide with sudden understanding and a spark of excitement. She didn't pull away. Rather, her strokes became a fraction faster, her grip a little tighter, as if she wanted to capture every last second of the feeling.

"Cumming!" And then you were cumming, a hot, pulsing release that shot onto the mossy ground between you. Mitsuri gasped, her hand stilling but not letting go as she watched, utterly transfixed, by the proof of your climax.

She had angled and pointed it away from herself. Mitsuri was witnessing your ejaculation and she was stunned.

"S-so much…"

The last shudder of your climax was still echoing through your limbs when Mitsuri's grip on you finally loosened. Her eyes remained fixed on your erect cock. A soft, breathy laugh escaped her lips. "W-wow, it's not going soft either. T-that's so amazing," she commented, her own body flushed a deep, rosy pink from her cheeks down to her chest.

There was only the sound of the main spring's distant cascade and your own slowing breaths. Then, a new, determined light sparked in her citrine-colored eyes. She leaned forward, her damp, pink-and-green hair brushing your shoulder. "T-that was incredible, b-but I want to try something else," she said, her voice a blend of shyness and burgeoning confidence. "And, um, remember, we still have to get going to the other pool! It's right there, behind that rock." She pointed to a natural wall of stone veiled by thick, flowering vines.

God. The thought alone sent a fresh, anticipatory jolt through your cock. You simply nodded, your voice still caught in your throat, and let her lead the way.

The new pool was indeed hidden, a perfect, intimate grotto shrouded in mist and the sweet scent of night-blooming flowers. The water was slightly cooler here, a refreshing contrast to your overheated skin. Mitsuri turned to face you, her expression a fascinating mix of nerves and exhilaration. "I-I want to try… you know." She gestured awkwardly with her hands. "The way where we are… opposite. Sixty-nine." She blushed furiously at saying it aloud. "I want to taste you. Properly. And I want to feel your mouth on me, too. If… if you want to."

Her request, so earnest and direct, was utterly irresistible. "Let's do it."

You both settled into the water, the arrangement clumsy and sweet. The water wasn't deep at all and even the stone was somehow soft. Comfy, actually. You suspected magic. Mitsuri's laugh was a nervous, melodic trill as you fumbled for a moment, finding your positions. Finally, you were arranged, her soft, sweet pussylips hovering over your face. On the woman's side was a face-to-face confrontation with your cock. Two inches, six inches, twelve inches, it did not matter. Mitsuri was nervous and thrilled and wanted this cock. Your cock.

You felt her hands tentatively find your dick. Breathing nervously, she guided your length toward her mouth. She gave a kiss. "Mwh!" But she didn't put it in yet. Her second, readjusting touch was exactly as before—the warm, strong circle of her fingers. Obviously this time, she didn't and couldn't stop there. You felt a hesitant, warm puff of air, and then the softest, most uncertain flick of her tongue against your tip.

You groaned and reacted by slipping out your tongue and tracing her pussylips.

Emboldened by your reaction, she did it again. This time, her tongue was a little surer, a wet, hot stroke along your sensitive underside. It was amateurish, uncoordinated, and utterly intoxicating. "Use your lips, too," you managed to coach. "Like you're… kissing it."

Because that was what you were doing to her pussy. The two of you were matching each other.

She made a small, understanding sound. A moment later, you felt it—the incredible, velvet-soft pressure of her lips closing around your head. She didn't take you deep, just held you there for a heartbeat before releasing with a soft pop. "Like that?" she asked.

"Just like that," you breathed out, and then you gave yourself over to the task before you. You parted her folds with your thumbs, revealing her slick, glistening center. The Hashira gasped as you dragged your tongue through her pussy, a long, slow, exploratory lick. She tasted of spring water and sweet nectar, and her reaction was immediate; her whole body jolted, and a broken moan escaped her, the sound music to your ears.

At the same time, Mitsuri took your encouragement to heart. She opened her mouth wider, taking more of you in. Her technique was a chaotic, beautiful mess: a suckle, then a clumsy lick to the side, then a series of tiny kisses along your shaft. Her inexperience was its own unique thrill. Every hesitant movement, every soft, questioning noise she made was genuine, a discovery she was sharing with you.

You focused on her, laving her with broad, flat strokes of your tongue before zeroing in on the hard, eager nub of her clit. You circled it, again and again, and her reactions became less controlled. Her thighs trembled on either side of your head. Her moans grew louder, less contained. The hand not on your hip fisted in her own hair.

"M-mmph! Mnnggh!"

Her own mouth became bolder, driven by her rising pleasure. She found a rhythm, a shallow, sucking bob of her head that was driving you wild. Her tongue swirled in a way that was absolutely maddening, a slightly off-beat rhythm that hit every nerve ending. You could feel the coil of your orgasm building again, impossibly fast, fed by the symphony of her pleasure.

You slid two fingers inside her, and she cried out. The cry vibrated around your cock. It was a great feeling. Her inner muscles clamped down on your fingers like a vise, and you knew she was right there with you. Her hips began to move against your face, a frantic, needy rhythm. Her sucking became more urgent and more frantic.

This was Mitsuri; a beautiful, clumsy desperate woman

The pleasure was a tidal wave, building from your toes, from the place where her truly amazing mouth was working you over, from the taste of her on your lips. You were both hurtling toward a shared, tumultuous orgasm.

"C-cmming!"

Your exclamation couldn't be heard. You were too busy in her pussy after all.

Your release roared up from your sack, a white-hot burst of sensation that had you arching into her mouth. At the exact same moment, Mitsuri's body seized above you. She didn't shriek, she moaned cutely. Her back arched spectacularly, but she never left your cock. Even through her own orgasm, she swallowed. She milked your cock again and again—gulp, gulp, gulp!

With a final, unconscious suck, her own pleasure utterly consumed her and her eyes rolled back. She lay there on top of you, cock in her mouth. You lay there underneath, breathing and panting. Exhausted. Yes, both of you were exhausted.

For a long moment, there was only the echo of your shared panting and the gentle lap of the water. Slowly, gently, she released your dick from her mouth, sliding off with a soft, exhausted sigh. She turned around and crawled. Her face and boobs were suddenly above you.

Mitsuri was blushing. Mitsuri was grinning. "That…was amazing! C-can we do it again!?"

You cupped her cheek with one hand, smiled, and with the other hand, reversed your positions. You were suddenly on top of her, hands to the sides of her head. Mitsuri squealed in excitement.

"A-are we really doing this!? Mmm, I'm so excited! This is going to be amazing!"

"It is!"

You rubbed your cock up and down her cunt, then inserted the first inch inside. The first inch of your cock met a sublime, gripping pussy that made your head spin. Mitsuri's eyes, wide with anticipation, fluttered shut as you pushed forward. She gasped sweetly and with a smile.

"Oh! Oh gosh! Mmmph! It's… it's so much…! S-so full!"

Her pussy was a sheathe, a searing hot grip that threatened to milk your soul out through your dick with that first thrust alone. You pulled back slightly and sunk deeper, an agonizingly slow invasion that made her back arch off the mossy stone. Her powerful legs wrapped around your waist, locking you in, and wham! Pulled you in deep!

"Ngh!"

That superhuman strength caught you off-guard again. It wasn't like this was your first time dealing with it but Mitsuri, unlike some of the other chicks, didn't look the part at all. The big boobs you gazed down on and the innocence, it almost didn't feel right. But it was. This woman was a Hashiro with eight times the muscle density of a normal man.

The wet, filthy sound of her taking all of you echoed in the small grotto.

You were finally buried to the hilt, your balls resting against her ass, your entire world narrowed to the incredible, pulsating heat of her cunt. You stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust, letting yourself feel every throb, every tiny, involuntary clench of her inner walls around your shaft.

The Hashira's green eyes opened, dazed and overflowing with lust. "You're… all the way inside me. Mmm, I can feel every… every pulse of you. I-it's amazing." She inhaled and exhaled and kept smiling. "Use me. Please, use me."

You didn't need to be told twice. You pulled back almost all the way, until just the tip remained nestled inside her, and then you drove back into that devastating tight pussy.

"Ahhhhn! Yes!" Mitsuri cried out, her nails digging into your shoulders. "Yes, yes, yes! I love it! T-this is what I wanted! This pleasure! T-this cock! My husband's cock fucking me!"

Husband?

Well…

Did you really mind?

There was no gentle lovemaking left in you—only a raw, driving need to claim every inch of this strong, impossibly eager swordswoman. Your hips pistoned, your balls slapping against her with a steady, wet rhythm.

Slap! Slap! Schlick! Slap!

Her pussy was so fucking perfect. Mitsuri, this hot babe, her cunt was tight and hot and milking your cock. She LOVED this. She did, with every fibre of her being.

"I love you! I love you! I love you and your cock! I love you getting stuffed full of your dick! I love itttt~!!!"

You grabbed her wrists, bound them together, and slammed her down your cock. It was a masterpiece of a move. Her boobs bounced up and down from that one thrust and her eyes rolled back. She was cumming.

"YES! I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOUR COCK!"

The Love Hashira was breaking.

Her breasts bounced with every powerful drive of your hips, a mesmerizing, jiggling spectacle. You were sitting up, staring down at her, watching her writhe and twist from your dick.

"FUCK ME HARDER! PLEASE! I CAN TAKE IT! I WANT TO FEEL YOU EVERYWHERE! I JUST WANT YOUUU~!!!"

Your dick was doing this to her. You hammered into her with everything you had. The hot spring was filled with the instruments of your fucking: the wet, sloshing sounds of her dripping cunt, the slap of skin on skin, her high, keening moans, your own guttural groans, and your grip on her wrists. One hand released her wrist, a thumb finding her swollen, throbbing clit. The second you touched it, her entire body went rigid.

"I'm—I'm—Nnnggghhh! CUMMING!" Her shriek was a raw, beautiful sound as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clamped down on your cock like a fist, a rhythmic, punishing squeeze that almost made you blow right then. Her pussy juice flung out a little too. You felt her nectar flood around your thrusting length.

You didn't stop and your hand went back to her gripping wrist. You fucked her right through it, your thrusts never faltering, driving her higher even as the first waves of her climax were still wracking her body.

"Again," you demanded. "Cum for me again." You beautiful fucking slut. "Let me feel you cream all over my dick."

And the Love Hashira did. The overwhelming, relentless stimulation pushed her right over the edge a second time. This one was a sobbing, shuddering release, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Ohgodohgodohgod! Yesss! I'M CUMMING~!!! Squirt. A fresh gush of her fluids joined the mess between her thighs. "I'M FEELING SO AMAZING RIGHT NOWWW~!!!"

You were a machine, a slave to the sensation of her incredible fuck-hole. You shifted her legs over your shoulders, bending her almost in half, and this new angle made her scream. You were hitting depths now that had her seeing stars. You watched your slick, glistening cock pistoning in and out of her stretched, needy opening.

Look at that. Look at how her greedy little pussy sucked you back in every time. It was addicted to your cock already.

She wasn't called the Love Hashira for no reason.

You could tell from her eyes. You could tell from her frantic nodding—she was in love. Her words were gone, replaced by a continuous, pleasured wail. Her seventh orgasm was a silent, breathless tremor, her mouth open in a perfect 'O' as her cunt fluttered and gripped you like a heartbeat.

You could feel your own end approaching, a nuclear build-up in the base of your nutsack. One hand put her leg off your shoulder. You leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in your mouth, sucking and biting hard as you pounded into her.

"I'm gonna fill you up, Mitsuri," you said between licks. "Is that okay?"

Her response was a broken, desperate cry. "Yes! Please! Cum inside me! Fill me! Like a husband! Like my husband! Like a husband SHOULD~!!! I want it! I want all of it! Breed me! Please, breed me!"

That was all it took. Her words, her absolute, filthy surrender, unleashed the torrent. With a roar, you buried yourself as deep as you could possibly go and let go. Splurt, spurt, spuuurt!

"PUMP MY WOMB SO FULL OF MY CUM THAT I'LL FEEL IT FOR DAYS!! GET ME PREGNANT! I WANT TO BE MARRRIIIEDD~!! I WANT TO HAVE BABIES!!"

Rope after hot, thick rope of your cum erupted into her wombs, painting her insides white. The pulses were endless, each one wracking your body, each one making her moan as she felt the hot flood gush inside her.

You grunted. You gave her everything you had. You did.

You intentionally fell on top of her boobs. Your cock gave a final, weak throb inside her well-used pussy.

Beneath you, Mitsuri was utterly blissed out. A lazy, drunk-looking smile was on her face. "Mmm… so warm…" she slurred, her eyes struggling to focus on you. A hand managed to massage your back and pat you. "You… you really filled me up… I can feel it… everywhere…" Her eyes fluttered shut, then open, then shut again. Her breathing deepened, evening out into the soft, rhythmic pattern of sleep. The Love Hashira was out cold, fucked into a loving, cum-filled stupor.

You smiled up at her, still buried inside her perfect, twitching cunt. A soft, contented sigh escaped her lips as she slept.

Only after some minutes, you pulled out and rolled off of her.

The steam from the hot spring clung to your skin, a damp, heavy blanket of heat. Beside you, Mitsuri floated in a state of blissful delirium, her pastel hair fanned out around her like a halo. Her murmurs were soft, nonsensical things, little mmmphs and sighs of contentment that were the only remnants of the frantic energy that had just consumed you both. The shallow water around you swirled.

The stone was still soft and comfy underneath. You didn't get how, but hey, it was Jean Grey magic shit.

You leaned your head back against the smooth rock, the tension draining from your muscles. A perfect fuck. That's what it had been. A perfect, soul-rattling, body-melting fuck. She'd finally crumpled into this beautiful, mumbling puddle of satisfaction. You let out a long, slow breath.

A new sound cut through the haze of steam and satisfaction. Not a slosh, not a sigh. They were…footsteps.

Your eyes snapped open and you sat up. A new woman had arrived. You must have been so busy with Mitsuri that you failed to notice her…

She wasn't undressing or anything, this new woman was fully dressed in black velvet and silver embroidery, standing at the water's edge like a queen surveying her domain. Her long, luscious raven-black hair was flawless, her posture unnervingly straight. And her eyes… her eyes were a stunning, impossibly deep violet, and they were fixed on you with an intensity that made the hot water feel suddenly cool.

"The show's over, I see," her voice was low, melodious, and carried an accent you couldn't quite place. It was all sharp edges and dark honey. This was no ordinary beauty. This was a sorceress, immortal and forever young.

This was Yennefer of Vengerberg.

"Ada wants you. I've been instructed to bring you."

"Ada?"

"Ada Wong. I am sure you know her."

No one could forget Ada. She was a top-of-the-line femme fatale babe and the Asian hottie you had been gunning for days now. She was like a boss. Someone you had to fuck at some point to prove yourself.

"To Main Street?" you asked.

"No. Up north, to a place called the Final Resort?

North? The Final Resort? Interesting. You didn't say anything but it was like she read your mind, wearing this little smirk.

"You're right," Yennefer said. "Whatever you're thinking, you're right."

So Ada wanted to settle the score, huh?

The woman at the edge of the shallow spring arched a perfect eyebrow, waiting. You gestured vaguely to your own languid form and then to Mitsuri, who let out a soft, sleepy moan as she nuzzled the water.

"Give me a couple minutes to… decompress," you said. "It's been a workout."

A smirk, small and knowing, touched her lips. "I can see that." She didn't leave. Instead, she gracefully lowered herself to sit on a dry rock, folding her hands in her lap. "A few minutes, then. Ah, and I suppose introductions are in order. I am Yennefer of Vengerberg. And I must admit, I'm impressed."

"Thank you."

Her violet gaze flickered to Mitsuri's unconscious form, then back to you. "The fact that you're still conscious, that you outfucked her, is beyond what I anticipated. The swordswoman's physical capabilities are far surpassing my own, at least in pure strength and endurance. It makes one wonder about the source of your… power."

The way Yennefer said it, her voice dropping to a purr on the word 'power', made your gut clench. She wasn't just talking about stamina. Her eyes were doing a slow, deliberate scan of your body. There was no churning, cloudy water to hide it either. You knew exactly what she was wondering about. You knew what she was looking at. Your flaccid, twitching cock.

"Curious?"

"A sorceress is always curious," Yennefer replied, though her smirk betrayed a much more carnal interest.

With a groan that was only half-feigned, you pushed yourself up. Water streamed off your body, cascading back into the spring. You stood there, naked and steaming in the cool night air, letting her look her fill. Your dick was still soft. Nobody could blame you.

Yennefer's eyes didn't widen. They didn't shy away. They drank you in, from your heaving chest down to your thighs, and finally, to your flaccid cock and balls. Her lips, stained a dark berry hue, parted slightly. Her tongue darted out for just a second, a quick, wet flicker. A lick of the lips.

"Hmm," was all she said. It was the most approving, filthy sound you'd ever heard. She reached beside her and produced a simple black robe, tossing it to you with a flick of her wrist. "Orders are orders. Time to go."

You caught it and shrugged it on, not even bothering to tie the front. The soft fabric felt good to wear, soft and nice, although you intentionally did not tie. You intentionally left it open at the front, displaying your dong. The

"This way," Yennefer said, turning and leading you away from the springs, away from the murmuring Mitsuri. You dropped down, kissed Mitsuri on the cheek, and then went after her.

You followed the sorceress through a grove of trees. You were moving away from the hotel and going further north. Glancing back, the hotel was still visible in the distance and the forest wasn't particularly dense.

"We're far enough away from the spring." Yennefer raised a hand and her fingers weaved a complex pattern in the air. The very fabric of reality tore before you and a violet-tinged portal appeared. "Apologies, I'd rather not walk. And, well, I couldn't do it in Jean Grey's domain."

You didn't get it but sure. Yennefer gestured to go through and you did. You walked through the violet portal.

The world dissolved into a dizzying swirl of purple before snapping back into focus. The humid night air of the forest was replaced by the warm, woody scent of polished oak and stale beer. You were in a tavern. A sign above the beautifully stocked bar read 'Seventh Heaven'. It was completely empty.

"Seventh Heaven…?"

"We're back at Main Street, albeit at the end," Yennefer said from behind you. She observed the empty room. She turned, her eyes immediately darting down to your robe. Then she smirked.

"Perhaps you know the name," Yennefer said, staring full-on, "but this tavern is run by Tifa Lockheart. Many of us come here to unwind after a day."

"I see."

She didn't mention it. Then again, you had been busy with other…activities.

"You look surprised," Yennefer commented. "Did your little cock make her forget pleasantries?"

Your cock lurched to attention at the remark. She wasn't insulting you or anything. She wasn't calling it literally little. It was more like saying it was a little guy. Your junior. That sort of thing.

Yennefer's smirk went wider, a flash of triumph in her magical violet eyes. She took a step closer, the scent of lilac and gooseberries cutting through the smell of the tavern. "My, my. Think you'll last the journey to the hotel, big guy. My portals tend to…stimulate. For men, it could lead to a lack of sperm."

That was it. The challenge. The fucking cheek of it.

You closed the distance between you in two long strides. The stiff, thick length of your cock pressed firmly against the dark velvet of her dress.

Yennefer's breath hitched, her smirk never fading. She didn't pull away. Instead, her hand slipped down and her cool, delicate fingers found the heavy weight of your balls. She gave them a slow, deliberate squeeze, a gentle, possessive stroke that made your knees feel weak.

"You are trouble," she whispered, her violet eyes burning into yours. "Aren't you? I can see how Tifa was at your mercy."

Oh, she had no idea. So you kissed her.

It wasn't gentle. It was a clash of hunger and dominance, a meeting of two formidable wills. Her lips were just as soft as they looked, and she kissed you back with a ferocity that matched your own, her tongue tangling with yours in a wet, slick dance. Your hands came up to frame her face, then slid back into her black hair.

You broke the kiss, both of you breathing heavily. Your fingers found the intricate laces at the back of her dress. She wanted to see all of her—right fucking now. Your cock roared and smeared her black dress with pre-cum.

Her reply was another deep, claiming kiss as your fingers began to work. The rope at the front became undone and then you pulled on the fur and dragged it down. You were stripping the powerful sorceress and putting her onto the polished wood of the tavern table. She sat there, smirked, and said, "Let me help!"

She snapped her finger and suddenly, she was only in lingerie. Her foot went and poked your balls and then flat against your cock to push you back slightly. She was saying. "Behold."

Everything from her sophisticated lingerie that overshadowed her boobs to her choker to her smirk. She wanted you to behold everything that she was. A fine fabric composed her lingerie and was tailored to fit her figure precisely. Think more "couture sorceress" than "showy seductress".

"I hope you enjoy," she said, smirking confidently. "I'm not like Triss. I don't have a huge rack."

Throb, throb. Her foot kept massaging your balls.

"I'm a C-cup in modern terms," Yennefer said, "not that I care about that kind of thing. Bras are so overrated."

Of her own volition, she lay back on the polished wood of the table, her raven hair fanned out around her, a stunning contrast to her pale, flawless skin. Her violet eyes watched your every move.

"Well? Come on. Use that meatrod of yours~!"

Your mouth was on her neck, sucking a dark mark into the delicate skin there, claiming her. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, a sound that was quickly swallowed by the hungry press of your mouth against hers. Your hands roamed her body, learning the generous curves of her hips, the impossibly narrow taper of her waist. Your palms found her C-cup breasts, and you squeezed.

Your thumb circled a taut, pink nipple and Yennefer gave you that look. She liked this obsession you had. This love for her.

You lowered your head and took one peaked nipple into your mouth, sucking hard. You lavished her with your tongue, flicking and sucking until—

"W-wait a minute…!" The overconfident woman was writhing beneath you, her fingers tangling in your hair, not to push you away but to hold you closer. "Oh fuck, you—"

She decided that fuck, her tits DID deserve attention.

"Yes," she hissed. She sounded almost ragged, stripped of her usual composure. "Gods, don't stop. Your mouth…!"

You switched to her other breast, giving it the same filthy, worshipful attention. You bit down gently on the stiff peak, and she gasped and smirked. Then your finger pressed down on her pussy through her black lingerie. Her back arched, pressing her breast harder against your face. You could feel the wild, frantic beat of her heart against your lips.

"I tasted you, Yennefer…" You kissed your way back up to her mouth. "And now you're going to taste of me."

You kissed her again, deep and dominating, your tongue plunging into her mouth, mimicking what you were about to do to her delicious, soaking wet cunt. She met your tongue thrusts with her own. The sorceress was a skilled and eager partner in this carnal dance. Her hands roamed your back and your shoulders.

Breaking the kiss, you looked down at her, at this powerful, ancient sorceress laid bare and wanton for you. "Turn over," you commanded. "On your knees."

There was that glint in her eyes again and her foot contacted your nutsack. "Ooh, confident, aren't you? You dare?"

"I want to see that magnificent ass in the air. I'm going to fuck you from behind until you forget your own name."

A smirk, fierce and eager, touched her swollen lips. "Promises, promises," she purred, but she was already moving and you were already giving her the space. The graceful black-haired beauty rolled over onto her hands and knees. The sight was fucking breathtaking. Her back dipped into a deep curve, leading down to the ripe, perfect swell of her ass.

Yennefer looked back at you over her shoulder, her violet eyes glazed with lust. "Well? The mighty conqueror of demon slayers appears to be pouring with pre-cum."

Drip, drip, drip.

You could see her pussy too. Yennefer was crazy wet.

You ran your hands over the pale moons of her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. "Just admiring the view, Yennefer." You spread her cheeks apart, revealing her tight, pink little asshole and, just below it, her glistening, swollen pussy lips, already dripping for you.

The signature lilac and gooseberry perfume was an intoxicating drug.

You positioned the thick, leaking head of your cock at her pussy. You teased her, rubbing your tip through her wetness, coating yourself in her juices.

"You were this soaked just from watching, weren't you? Just from thinking about this cock?"

"Stop talking and fuck me already," Yennefer demanded, pushing her hips back against you in a desperate attempt to impale herself.

You gave her what she wanted and just buried your entire length inside her. Squelllch. The sound was wet and perfect. Her pussy was not as tight as Mitsuri or Tifa or many of the chicks you had fucked. You suspected she was on the looser side. Even so, in the moment of entry, her pussy clenched around you in shock and ecstasy.

"F-fuck!" Yennefer slapped a hand on her mouth, her head dropping forward as her back arched violently. Her whole body trembled, overwhelmed by the sudden, brutal fullness. "Mmpmph~! W-what the fuck—!?"

You didn't give her a second to adjust. You pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into her. Your balls spanked her. She gasped this time. "Oh fuck—!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

The clapping sound echoed through the empty Seventh Heaven, a rhythmic, dirty beat to your fucking.

"Y-you can't! You just—" She climaxed. Oh boy, she did, and she tried to deny it. She tried to assert her dominance. "I'm a hundred years old! M-my pussy isn't just something for you to—oh fuck! Cumming! CUMMMIING~!!!"

You grunted. You fucked. Your hands gripped her hips hard, holding her steady as you plowed into her. You could tell from her experienced cunt that she wanted to this the whole time. She wanted to see if you could handle her. Yennefer wanted to feel this fucking dick ruin her experienced cunt.

Ohh, she did but she tried to deny it.