Yangyang's black eyes widen as the resonance surges between you—your golden soul flaring bright, wrapping around her gentle wind like a command she can't resist. A soft, melodic hum fills the air, the frequencies of your Fortes intertwining in perfect, inevitable harmony.
'I-I am resonating with him! T-this is-!'
The pink mark blooms across her flat belly, just above the neat patch of dark curls framing her dripping slit—delicate swirling lines that pulse faintly in time with her racing heartbeat. She gasps, one hand flying to touch it instinctively, fingertips trembling over the warm, tingling skin.
"R-Rover… Master…" Her voice cracks, thick with awe and surrender. "It's… it's beautiful. It feels like you're already inside me."
She doesn't hesitate.
Crawling up your body on shaking knees, she positions herself above you—thighs spread wide, her slick folds hovering just over the thick, bare throbbing head of your cock. Her full breasts sway with every ragged breath, rosy nipples still swollen from your earlier attention, long black hair with streaks of white feathers cascading down her back like a dark waterfall.
She looks down at you—eyes glassy, lips parted, completely undone. Meanwhile you rest your hands behind your head, gazing at Yangyang with a look of hunger and approval.
"Thank you… for letting your slave have this," she whispers. "My first time… my everything… it's yours."
Slowly—agonizingly slowly—she sinks down.
The fat head parts her tight, virgin entrance with a wet, obscene sound. Yangyang's head falls back on a broken moan as inch after thick inch stretches her open, filling her in ways she's never imagined. Her walls flutter and clench desperately around you, trying to take more, greedy despite the sharp sting of her first stretch, until your cock head finally arrives at the thin barrier of her maidenhood. Yangyang steadies herself before:
"*Inhale* Hnnghh! *Gasp*"
Yangyang pushes herself down, driving your cock through her hymen, a think trickle of virgin blood escaped her lips. She sat for a few seconds, gasping for air before pushing herself a bit more, until finally stopping. When she's finally seated—a but more than half your cock buried inside her pulsing heat—the pink-blue tattoo on her belly ignites.
Pink flares to molten gold in an instant.
A shattering cry rips from her throat.
Her entire body convulses—back arching violently, thighs quaking, inner walls spasming in rhythmic, milking waves around your length as the most intense orgasm of her life crashes through her. Clear fluid gushes alongside the bit of blood from earlier, from where you're joined, soaking your hips and thighs as she rides the crest helplessly, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
"Master—! Ahh—! It's too much—! I'm— I'm cumming—!"
She collapses forward onto your chest, trembling, but her hips don't stop. Instinct takes over—small, frantic rolls at first, then deeper, needier grinds as she chases the aftershocks still rippling through her. The golden mark pulses warmly against your skin, where her belly presses to yours, sealing the claim. The tattoo settles into a golden-blue form.
Her walls keep fluttering, gripping you like a vice—hot, wet, impossibly tight. She lifts her head just enough to meet your glowing golden eyes, lips swollen and trembling.
"I feel you… everywhere," she pants, voice wrecked. "Inside me… in my soul… I'm yours. Completely. Forever."
She starts to move properly now—lifting and dropping in slow, deliberate strokes, taking you deeper with every descent. Her breasts bounce softly against your chest, nipples dragging over your skin. One hand braces on your shoulder while the other slips between her thighs, fingers circling her swollen clit in frantic little rubs to push herself higher.
"Use your slave, Master," she begs between moans. "Fuck me… ruin me… fill me until the mark burns brighter. I want— I need— to feel you claim every part of me."
Her rhythm quickens—wet slaps echoing in the quiet clearing, her Forte unconsciously stirring the air around you both in warm, teasing gusts that brush over your skin like phantom caresses.
**Rover's POV**
With a lustful grin, I finally decide to intervene after hearing Yangyang's pleas.
"Very well, Yangyang, my little slut. I'll fuck you so hard that you won't even be able to beg anymore." Immediately I get up and turn both of us around with Yangyang's back pressing against the soft grass as I positioned myself in front of her drooling lips. Then with one strong thrust, I thrust 80 percent of my length into her, impacting her cervix with my tip as her body colvulses with a mini orgasm.
I start to roughly pound her, thrusting into her over and over again, my cock head crashing into her puckered up cervix again and again. Yangyang's wanton moans and gasps echoe in the surroundings.
"Nngh—! Angh—ahhh! Master—! Faster! Fuck—ahh! Fuck me—faster! Fuck me harder!! Nnghh—ahhh!!"
While such a scene plays out in the Olen grass fields, a certain someone comes upon us. The person goes unnoticed by Yangyang, lost in her own world, but is caught by my senses. I smirk, glancing at Chixia from the corner of my eye, while continuing to pound Yangyang, giving the redhead the sight she is so curious—and eager to see.
**Normal POV**
Yangyang's body jolts beneath you the instant you flip her—her back hitting the soft grass with a muffled thud, legs instinctively spreading wider as you settle between them. Her long black hair fans out around her head like spilled ink, white-tipped ends catching faint sunlight, dark eyes glassy and unfocused from the earlier orgasm still rippling through her.
"Master— ahh!"
Her words barely leave her lips before you drive forward—one brutal, claiming thrust burying 80% of your massive cock inside her tight, fluttering heat. The fat head slams against her cervix, stretching her walls to their absolute limit. Yangyang's entire body seizes—back arching off the ground, a sharp, broken cry tearing from her throat as a mini-orgasm rips through her instantly. Her inner muscles clamp down like a vice, spasming wildly around your length, fresh slick gushing out to coat your shaft and drip onto the grass below.
"Y-Yes—! Too deep—! Master's cock… splitting me—!"
You don't give her time to adjust. You start pounding—rough, relentless, hips snapping forward in deep, punishing strokes. Each thrust crashes your tip against that puckered barrier again and again, bullying her cervix with every brutal plunge. The wet, obscene slaps of skin on skin echo through the clearing, mingling with Yangyang's wanton moans—high-pitched, desperate, completely wrecked.
*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*
"Master—hnng! Harder—! Ruin your slut—! I can't— ahhn—! Can't think—ahhnnng!!"
Her nails rake down your back, legs wrapping around your waist to pull you deeper despite the overwhelming stretch. The golden blue mark on her belly pulses brighter with every impact, sending jolts of heightened pleasure straight to her core—her arousal cranked beyond reason, body trembling uncontrollably as mini-climaxes ripple through her one after another. Tears streak her flushed cheeks, but her hips buck up to meet yours greedily, chasing more.
From the corner of your eye, you catch her—Chixia.
She's frozen at the edge of the clearing, short crimson hair with blue streaks swaying slightly in the breeze, dual pistols still slung at her hips. Her wide eyes are locked on the scene: Yangyang splayed beneath you, moaning like a whore, most of your thick cock disappearing into her over and over. An obscene bulge spreading from her entrance to her navel. Chixia's cheeks flush deep red, mouth parted in stunned silence, but she doesn't move. Doesn't call out. Just watches—breath quickening, thighs pressing together unconsciously as her gaze flicks from Yangyang's bouncing breasts to the way your hips slam forward, then up to meet your smirking golden eyes.
You don't stop. If anything, you thrust harder—deeper—making Yangyang scream louder, ensuring Chixia gets the full view she's too curious (or too aroused) to look away from.
Yangyang's too lost in the pleasure to notice anything else—her black eyes rolled back, tongue lolling slightly as she babbles incoherently.
"Fill me—ahhh! Please—hnngh! Breed your slave—! Mark me inside too—oohhh!"
Chixia takes one hesitant step closer—then another—her hand twitching toward her pistols like she's not sure whether to intervene or… join.
**Rover's POV**
I continue to pound Yangyang, my pace slowing down a bit to a steady rhythm, continuing to thrust deeply against the entrance of her womb. My one hand grabs her tit, playing with it, pinching and squeezing the flesh and the nipple. Meanwhile I gesture Chixia to come closer with my other hand. My intent—to claim her just like I am claiming Yangyang.
**Normal POV**
Yangyang's body arches beneath you with every deep, steady thrust—her tight walls clenching greedily around your thick length as you slow the pace just enough to savor how she flutters and milks you. Her womb tattoo glows brighter, pulsing in rhythm with your hips grinding against her cervix, bullying that sensitive barrier without mercy. Her wanton moans spill out unchecked—high, broken, dripping with bliss—echoing softly through the wildflowers.
"M-Master... so deep... filling—aahng! F-filling me completely… don't stop—ahhn! "
Your hand claims one of her full breasts, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, kneading roughly before pinching and rolling the stiff rosy nipple between thumb and forefinger. She gasps sharply, hips bucking up to meet your next plunge, fresh slick coating your cock and dripping down to the grass.
With your other hand, you beckon Chixia closer—golden eyes locking onto hers with a commanding smirk. She hesitates for only a heartbeat, cheeks burning crimson beneath her unruly red hair tied into a braid (tied up with a colorful bow). Then she steps forward—boots crunching softly—drawn in like she can't resist the sight any longer. Her athletic frame is tense, perky C-cup breasts rising and falling quickly under the partial white jacket and tattered layers, red shorts hugging her wide hips and that noticeably big, firm ass, while her toned belly and navel, as well as her toned and thick thighs, were exposed for the world to see. Bandages wrap parts of her arms and legs, giving her that makeshift, battle-ready look. Her red eyes are wide, pupils blown with a mix of shock and unmistakable heat as she watches your cock disappear into Yangyang over and over.
The moment she's close enough, you reach out—fingers tangling roughly into the back of her red hair, yanking her down. Chixia's lips crash against yours in a hungry, claiming kiss. She doesn't resist; if anything, she melts into it instantly—mouth opening eagerly, tongue meeting yours in a wet, desperate tangle. She moans into your mouth, the sound vibrating against your lips as her body presses flush to your side, one leg hooking over your thigh. Her hand slides down your wide muscular back, nails digging in while her front grinds needily against your thigh—rubbing her clothed core against you in frantic little rolls, already soaked through her red shorts.
Meanwhile, Yangyang remains blissfully ignorant beneath you—lost in her own ecstasy, eyes rolled back, babbling incoherently as another wave of pleasure crashes through her from your relentless deep thrusts and the rough play on her tit. Her legs tighten around your waist, pulling you impossibly deeper.
Chixia breaks the kiss just long enough to gasp against your mouth, voice husky and trembling. "R-Rover… fuck… I couldn't look away. She's taking you so well… but I— I want…"
Her free hand slips between her own thighs, rubbing herself through the fabric as she watches you pound Yangyang senseless—breath hitching with every wet slap, every moan from the girl beneath you.
Your rhythm doesn't falter—steady, deep, owning Yangyang completely while Chixia clings to you, lips swollen and chasing yours again, body grinding harder like she's desperate for any friction she can get.
**Rover's POV**
"Your turn will come later. For now, be satisfied with this", I say as I pull her shorts and panties down with one motion using my free hand, before plunging two fingers inside her snatch, curling inside her and meeting a resistance.
'Heh, she's a virgin too', I think as I finger her while continuing my pounding of Yangyang who had experienced at least eight to nine organisms by now. I inch her closer to her final one while inching towards my own eruption as my fingers and dick worked side by side.
**Normal POV**
Your words hit Chixia like a spark to dry timber. Her red eyes widen, breath hitching as your free hand yanks her red shorts and soaked panties down in one swift motion—fabric pooling around her boots. She's bare now from the waist down, her thick athletic thighs trembling, that big, firm ass on full display as she presses closer. Her Tacet Mark glows faintly along the lower left of her abdomen, pulsing in time with her racing heartbeat.
Before she can even gasp out a protest—or a plea—you plunge two fingers straight into her dripping snatch. Tight. Virgin-tight. The resistance meets your knuckles as her walls flutter around the intrusion, hot and slick and clenching desperately. She chokes on a moan, knees buckling slightly as she grinds down onto your hand, needy and shameless.
"F-Fuck— Rover—!" Her voice cracks, husky and raw. Unruly red hair falls messily around her face—her braid swaying with every moce of her hips. Her C-cup breasts strain against the partial white jacket and tattered layers, nipples visibly hard through the fabric.
You keep pounding Yangyang beneath you—steady, deep rolls of your hips now, your massive cock dragging along her spasming walls, tip bullying her cervix with every thrust. She's a wreck: eight, nine orgasms already wrung from her body, each one leaving her more sensitive, more broken. Her full breasts bounce with every impact, the one in your hand squeezed and pinched until her rosy nipple is swollen and dark. She babbles incoherently, black eyes rolled back, golden blue tattoo blazing above her pussy.
"Master—nnghh! Too much—! Gonna cum again—hnnn! Please—ahhhh!!"
Chixia rubs herself frantically against your thrusting fingers—curling them inside her, stroking that spongy spot that makes her gasp and clench. Her big ass jiggles with every needy grind, slick dripping down your wrist. She's panting against your neck, lips brushing your skin as she watches you ruin Yangyang.
Your rhythm builds—fingers and cock working in perfect sync, driving both girls toward the edge. Yangyang's walls start to flutter wildly again, milking you like she never wants to let go. Chixia's virgin cunt spasms around your digits, her thighs quaking.
Then—your final thrust.
You slam forward with brutal force, forcing every last inch inside Yangyang. The bulge of her stomach going past her navel, as your fat head breaches her cervix completely—pushing through into the tight, hot clutch of her womb—smashing against the end and pushes further, forcing her womb to stretch. Her body seizes violently.
"MASTER—OOOHHHHH!!"
The earth-shattering orgasm hits her like a storm. Yangyang screams—back arching off the grass, legs locking around your waist, inner walls convulsing in rhythmic, milking waves that drag you deeper. Her womb tattoo flares blindingly bright as clear fluid gushes around your cock, soaking your hips and the ground beneath. Tears stream down her face, body shaking uncontrollably in the most intense climax of her life.
At the same moment, your own release erupts.
Thick ropes of cum flood her womb—pulse after hot pulse, filling her until it leaks out around your buried shaft. The sensation tips Chixia over too: her cunt clamps down hard on your fingers as she cums with a strangled cry, hips jerking wildly, slick coating your hand in a messy rush. She clings to you, trembling, red eyes glassy with overwhelmed pleasure.
"Cumming! Rover—ahhhh!!"
Yangyang collapses limp beneath you—panting, twitching, womb stuffed full and claimed. Chixia slumps against your side, still impaled on your fingers, breath ragged.
Both marked by you now—one visibly, the other trembling on the edge of surrender.
Chixia lifts her head slowly, lips swollen from earlier kisses, voice hoarse. "…My turn… later, huh? Fuck… I can still feel you throbbing inside her…"
Yangyang whimpers softly, hips twitching with aftershocks. "Master… so full…so hot... you're…still cumming—nnggh!"
Your orgasm drags on in thick, endless pulses—each spurt flooding Yangyang's womb until it overflows, the excess gushing out around your buried shaft in messy waves. When you finally pull free with a wet, obscene schlick, her abused cunt gapes open wide, unable to close right away, your cum mixed with her juices and a bit of blood immediately leaking out in steady thick and heavy globs onto the grass beneath her.
You aim the last few powerful jets upward—white-hot strands painting her trembling body in obscene streaks: across the flat plane of her belly (splashing over the glowing golden blue tattoo), up between her heaving breasts, a thick rope landing across one rosy nipple, another streaking her flushed cheek and lips, a few final spurts catching in her long black hair with white tips, matting the strands together. The sharp, musky scent of your release fills the air instantly—thick, heady, impossible to ignore—seeping into her skin and hair like a brand.
Yangyang lies sprawled on her back, limbs limp, chest rising and falling in shallow, dazed pants. Her black eyes flutter half-open, glassy and unfocused, lips parted as a steady stream of your thick cum oozes from her swollen folds. She's utterly spent—body marked, claimed, drifting in and out of consciousness with soft, broken whimpers.
You turn to Chixia.
She's still kneeling where you left her—red shorts and panties tangled around her ankles, fingers slick from her own release, red eyes wide and locked on the sight of you. Your massive cock—still rock-hard, glistening with Yangyang's juices and your own thick cum—throbs heavily as you step forward and lay its full, hot length across her face. The underside rests against her cheek, the fat head smearing a fresh trail of cum and slick over her lips and nose. She inhales sharply—the overpowering scent hitting her like a drug—her pupils blowing wide.
"Clean it, Chixia," you command, voice low and rough. "Worship it. Don't miss an inch. Make it spotless. And suck out every last drop still in the urethra."
Chixia's breath shudders out in a shaky exhale. Her hands come up instinctively—small, trembling fingers wrapping around the base where she can reach, the sheer length forcing her to use both hands. She stares up at you through damp lashes, cheeks burning crimson beneath the streaks of your cum already marking her skin.
"Y-Yes… Rover…" Her voice is hoarse, barely a whisper, thick with lust and surrender.
She starts slow—reverent. Soft lips press to the underside near the base, kissing the thick vein there like it's sacred. Then higher—open-mouthed kisses trailing up the length, tongue flicking out to lap at the mix of her friend's slick and your seed coating every inch. She moans quietly at the taste—salty, musky, overwhelming—her big ass shifting as she leans in closer, thighs pressing together needily.
When she reaches the head, she parts her lips wider—taking just the swollen tip into her warm mouth. Her tongue swirls immediately, circling the slit, probing gently until she finds the last thick beads still trapped in the urethra. She sucks—hollowing her cheeks—drawing it out in a slow, obscene pull. A few fresh ropes spill onto her tongue; she swallows greedily, humming around you in appreciation.
She doesn't stop there.
Chixia works methodically—tongue flattening along the underside, dragging up in long, sloppy strokes to collect every smear of cum and slick. She cleans the sides, the veins, even dips lower to lap at your heavy balls, sucking one gently into her mouth before releasing it with a wet pop. Her hands stroke what her mouth can't reach—twisting, pumping lightly—keeping you throbbing against her face.
All the while she worships—murmuring broken praises between licks and sucks.
"So big… so thick… tastes so good… filled Yangyang so full… gonna make me just as full later… please…"
Her red hair falls messily around her face, colorful bow askew, blue-streaked ends brushing your thighs as she bobs deeper—taking more of you into her throat with each pass. Gagging softly but never stopping, tears pricking the corners of her eyes from the stretch, but she pushes on—determined to make you spotless.
Yangyang stirs weakly beside you—watching through half-lidded eyes, a soft, blissed-out smile on her cum-streaked lips.
"Chixia… he's… so perfect…" she murmurs faintly, fingers trailing through the mess on her own belly.
Chixia pulls off with a gasp—strings of spit and cum connecting her swollen lips to your glistening cockhead—then dives back in to suck the tip clean one last time, tongue delving into the slit to make sure nothing remains.
She looks up at you—face flushed, lips shiny, eyes pleading.
"It's… spotless now… Rover. But… I'm still so empty…"