Chapter 25

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How you just treated your poor defensiveness bad-tempered, lazy, former-bandit maids weighs heavily on your mind, apparently. Even though you’ve never gone easy on your harem, and this sex was only slightly rougher than the treatment you gave most of your girls earlier on, except maybe written with more detail, the comments seem to think you’re deredere now. So, you heal your girls up right, giving them proper kisses, and why the heck not, a sensual massage. Both girls shiver as you touch them, so creeped and fearful by your sudden kindness that they almost pee themselves, but if it eases your fucking conscious, why the fuck not.

After heading back to your room, you enjoy the night with the rest of your girls. Rapunzel only returns late in the night, and ends up missing any attention you’d give her. She only cries a little knowing she missed out once again on the chance of finally being claimed by you. Given your possessive nature on the rest of the girls, Rapunzel only will truly feel “owned” by you once you pop her cherry. However, no one asked her to take off and spend all night at the bars, so it’s really her own fault when you think about it.

Tiana also doesn’t make it back early. If you didn’t have her under surveillance using her collar, you would have worried she got into some noble depravity and that you’re being NTR’d. Fortunately, it turns out she’s was just hijacked by a bunch of women. See, spying and giving your women no privacy saves relationships. Even if the other noble ladies planned some sex play with Tiana, you 100% approve. However, it’s apparently just drinking and talking. Selena has managed to join the rest of the pack too, able to walk after you fucked her unconscious. You are surprised to see that Tiana isn’t being bullied at all. In fact, she seems to be the light of the party, and all of the girls are excitedly talking to her with smiles. However, doesn’t Tiana’s response and smile seem a little forced?

Well, you can’t focus on it too much, since your head is currently between Mushu’s thighs. You decide not to dwell on Tiana’s problems, and instead focus on munching of Mushu’s snatch. As to her particular flavor, Mushu is hot and spicy. You’d think dragons are cold blooded, but when aroused, her pussy has a natural body temperature much higher than a normal woman. The heat given off by her aroused cunt is enough to warm your cheeks on a cold night. You’ll keep that in mind for future reference.

As far as her taste, how do you say it, she’s got a zing? Her pussy juice is not as thick as some of the other girls, giving her a more slip-n-slide feel when you bang her. The taste isn’t salty or sweet, but tangy. It tingles a bit on your tongue, as does Mushu’s body while you lick her cunt. You take turns enjoying the four women, Mushu, Snow White, Merida, and Kida.

While Merida and Mushu had a bonding experience and are willing to join in while you’re banging the other, Snow White and Kida keep their distance from each other and the other women. Thus, they only watch you bang the other girls, getting turned on while they wait for their turn. Furthermore, with so many women present, every girl starts to exude more shyness than she showed when she was with you on her own. Suffice it to say, even Kida is very docile, lying back and letting you pump away as she lets out quiet orgasmic breaths. Clearly, she’s reeling in the screaming orgasm and hard pumping workout that you had on the boat.

Rather than blowing one massive load all of your ladies, with the team so divided you make sure each girl gets her own load of jizz. You blow one one Snow White’s stomach and she rubs it all over her skin like a battle paint. Kida takes it as a creampie, feeling her crotch while secretly wish she becomes the next one to have your baby. Merida swallows it with a blush. Watching this, Mushu does the same, surprisingly taking the initiative and kissing Merida when she’s done, affectionately sharing her load with Merida to her surprise.

Well, Mushu and Merida have developed some good teamwork, but if you are going to win the tournament, you are going to have to get all five girls working as a team. Snow White and Kida are going to need to get as sexually comfortable with their teammates as Merida and Musha are with each other. You start working out your plan towards training your girls to work as a team. It all involves sex, of course. Lots and lots of sex. Perhaps you’ll set up an exercise regiment every morning. The girls have to eat each other out for breakfast. At noon time, butt play. What does buttplay have to do with teamwork? You’re putting a lot of trust in your teammate having them stick something in your ass!

You finally go to sleep with the pillow sisters Mushu and Merida holding you closely, while the less confidant Kida and Snow White lie a distance away on the outside edges of the bed, just a little regretful they aren’t shameless enough to jump in and monopolize your body. The next morning, before you start the girl’s first morning breakfast team exorcise, there is a light knock on the door. Rapunzel and Tiana have ended up safely back in the room with the Maids, not wanting to disturb you guys in your comfortable little sex pile. So, it’s not them.

As to who it is, it is a woman you only vaguely recognize. You think she is the wives of one of the nobles staying at the mansion, but she hasn’t made any impression on you. She is older than Selena by a few years. She is in her forties, her wrinkles are a lot more noticeable than the other girls. She has short curly hair done up delicately. She is also wearing a low cut dress that exposes a lot of her breasts, which are the size of Mushu’s. This woman is much shorter than Mushu, so she really has that imbalanced look of Merida’s, without Merida’s nice physique to compensate, they sag low sadly. On the other side, without any sort of muscle like Mushu or Merida, these things look very very soft. They are definitely 100% fat. They are just two giant, pale marshmallows to be squished and played with.

“Huh? Yes? Did you need something?”

The waft of last night’s sex steams out of your room, causing the girl to wrinkle her nose. However, rather than a disgusted or haughty look, her eyes twinkle in excitement.

“Hello, I um… heard from Selena, last night… about your… um… exchange.” The girl speaks quietly, looking both ways down the hall nervously as she talks.

“Huh?”

“Last night?” The girl gives a coy smile. “Is it true? Do you have… a big… one of those?”

You shrug, reaching down and shamelessly pulling open your pants and letting the 10-inch thing out. You had let it shrink back to ten inches when you played with your girls. It is the size they are used to, and the size you settled on for normal sex. 9 inches for virgins, 10 inches for your harem, 13 inches for naughty girls who need to be punished. The system works. Despite it being three inches shy of the dick Selena experienced, this woman doesn’t seem to notice at all as her mouth falls open and her eyes look like they’re about to pop out of her head.

She immediately lunges at your cock, grabbing the pants and pulling them up to hide it, looking both ways down the hall nervously. “It’s huge! B-but not here… When Selena told me you had… ahem… ‘given her the greatest sex of her life’, I had my doubts. But even Tiana admitted your dick is large, although we had to get her drunk to spill the beans! My husband is out of our room right now. He “runs” every morning, although I know where he runs is the brothel down the street! Would you like to come back to my room and… show me the three gods?”

“Hah? You want me to fuck you? What about swapping?”

“Tsk… why let that lecherous husband of mine have any fun?” The girl makes a bitter face. “I haven’t cum on a dick since I fucked the gardener… and my husband fired him because he felt he didn’t tend the rose garden properly. I assure you, he tended MY rose garden better than my husband ever did!”

“Isn’t the preliminaries in the afternoon though?” you scratch your head.

“So, we have plenty of time. Just do me hard and fast! You don’t even need to foreplay, I’m already so wet. Please… please… fuck me. I just want to cum once with a real man!”

Well… you’re not about to say no, are you?

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Here is the next Ero Image. You really should check the image in color. This doesn’t do it justice. You have to see the rainbow pussy for yourself. This image appears in Chapter 36.

In Color

Chapter 24

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“Wait! She’s not a Cambion,” the other man spoke up as the first one took a step towards me.

“Bullshit!” The first man glared, convinced his comrade was taken in by my looks.

“No, look, her slave collar. You know I’m good with magic sense. There is no illusion magic being used by her.” The man explained.

The first guy blinked, his rage diminishing somewhat as he looked me up and down. “It doesn’t matter, she’s still… with them.”

“As a slave…” The first responded with a sigh. “Look, when I came in she had picked up your sword. She was going to stab that Cambion attacking you, right? As soon as he died, she dropped it. Does that sound like a Cambion to you?”

The first finally relaxed, lowering his sword slightly, but still keeping it at the ready. “I guess so.”

The second guy gave me a wink. “What’s your name, darling?”

My confusion, shock, and horror fought to come to the surface. I had to make full use of my deceptive skills to keep my face from showing any of this. Peers was dead. No, likely all of the Cambions would be dead soon. These… demons… aren’t much different than the slave traders who had captured me in the first place. They were people, and people could be manipulated. I put on a fake look of relief and gave the man who killed Peers a happy smile.

The bile rose in my throat, but I couldn’t allow that to affect me right now. “My savior, I’m Aria. I was a simple housewife. These horrible monsters murdered my husband and captured me. They’ve been holding me here for months. Thank you for saving me!”

The gratefulness of a beautiful girl moved the two men, and even the guy who had been a step from cutting me down gave a silly grin and scratched the back of his head.

“Well, you’re safe now miss. Why don’t you come out with us? We’ll keep you safe. The Lord General would probably like to see you then.”

I gave a firm nod, walking up and touching each man on the shoulder as I moved. Both men grinned back. Even the first guy seemed surprisingly weak against women when he didn’t think he was being tricked. Both men emerged from the tent with me nearby. Most of the tents beside my own were torn down or on fire. The village was clearly destroyed. If I wanted to survive, my only choice was to throw in with this lot.

“A-aria!” A shout came out.

A small-looking Cambion suddenly fell to my feet. I was surprised by how close it had gotten. It immediately looked up and tried to lunge for me. By pure instinct, I pulled away, avoiding its touch, my look unintentionally turning disgusted. That was all the time needed for the men next to me to raise their swords and slash down. Two swords struck the small Cambion’s neck and heart each, killing it quickly. It’s last few breaths were to stare at me in confusion.

It was only then that I noticed something in its arms. As they went slack with death, a small little teddy bear fell to the ground. It was the same teddy bear I had given an adorable little girl who had a crush on a certain little boy.

{Mental Resistance has increased to level 21.}

No matter how strong my mental resistance got, I realized it still wasn’t good enough. This world was simply too hateful. As my eyes turned from the scene, I could see Crish’s tent nearby. There were two dead Cambions lying at the entrance to the flap. That would Crish and his girlfriend, probably. I couldn’t even identify the bodies if I wanted to. Perhaps that was a blessing. As I watched through watery vision, the tent I had spent countless hours in working on enchantments collapsed from the fire set inside. The tent cloth tumbled forward, and some of the fire landed on the two bodies, setting them ablaze.

“Miss, let’s get going, you don’t need to see this carnage.” The second man gently touched my shoulder and gave me a glance that even looked sympathetic.

He had seen my reaction to the child, reinforcing his belief I was a captive. Therefore, my dazed teary-eyed stare gave him the impression I was just shocked to see death. Even though these men had slaughtered and destroyed my entire life in an instant, they were looking at me with sympathy, completely unaware that they had done anything wrong. The separation only further left me feeling like I was in a dream. I hadn’t even felt this dreamlike when the Cambions were trying to keep me in a dream!

The two men proceeded to drag me along. I found myself being pulled outside of the confines of the village. The smell of smoke and blood were left behind me, and I found myself able to think a little clearer. I wanted to equip The Reborn title to calm my nerves, but the added charm would assuredly get me in trouble. I was frightened, but any thought of fleeing didn’t touch my mind. These men were acting friendly now, but there was an edge to their eyes that told me they wouldn’t hesitate to cut me down if I tried to flee.

As we left the village, I started to see more demons. There was a surprisingly large force of men waiting in the nearby brush. It was clear that the Cambions never even had a chance, with upward of 300 trained soldiers here. The demons came in many forms, and it was difficult to connect any specific form of class for a demon. Even amongst similarly appearing demons, the level of monster versus human expressed differed. For example, there appeared to be a werewolf-like demon. Most of them had deep golden wolf-like eyes, although a few had blue eyes. Some had a wolves snout, while others had a normal human nose. Some had fur covering their face, while some looked basically human with just one or two different features.

To my understanding, this level of variation doesn’t exist in demihumans. Most demihumans remained quite stable, looking predominately human with a few choice animal parts. A certain book I had read suggested that this was because demi-humans were made by the gods, while demons were composed of a profane genealogy of monster and human. These thoughts, of course, went through my head because I was trying to ignore the reality around me. I was still too shaken up over the death of Peers. Perhaps what shocked me the most is that it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. I felt numb, not pained.

A few of the demons glanced at me. Some merely looked curious, while a few looked ravenous. For some, I wasn’t sure if they wanted to eat me or fuck me. For the rest, I chose not to return flirting looks. This wasn’t the time to do that sort of thing. In the past, I always garnered too much attention. For now, I needed to lay low and survive.

“General, we found a survivor.” One of the guards called out.

That was when I realized I was being brought up to a tall man. His body looked almost human. Almost was the key word here. His eyes looked golden and reptilian, and on his neck were the slightest traces of red scale. It made the man look incredibly intimidating, especially considering his height was above six feet. He wasn’t the tallest man present, but he held himself with a presence that demanded people’s respect.

“We’ve already swept through the prison, there was only one hysterical Bannik. The rest were too far gone so we cut them down. Where did you dig this one up? ” The man spoke with authority, his chin raised as glared sternly.

“My Lord Typhon, They didn’t appear to be feeding on this one, we found her in one of the tents.” The man who tried to kill me explained.

“My Lord, She’s a slave, it looks like.” The other added. “She calls herself Aria.”

The General listened to both men, but his eyes were locked on me. Even he seemed to be affected by my beauty, as he didn’t turn his eyes away. I tried to lower mine, but something about his stare made me think of a snake, and I just couldn’t turn my eyes. My heart started to beat fiercely under that gaze. It was as if this man could read through all of my secrets.

“Aria, is it?”

I immediately dropped into a very low and formal curtsy, surprising the two men on either side. “My Lord, I’m but a humble housewife. Two months ago, these monsters attacked my farm. My husband was slain, and I was kidnapped. If you please return me to my home, I would be eternally grateful.”

The man called Lord Typhon rose an eyebrow as he heard my elegant speech, and then he broke into a smile, even chuckling slightly. The two men on either said looked at each other awkwardly, suggesting that laughing was not something he did often.

“You… you’re an interesting woman.” Lord Typhon responded, taking a step forward and looking me up and down.

The way he looked at me made my skin crawl a bit. It was the same way a farmer might look at a cow. It was the way the slave traders had looked at me. I used my art to its fullest to keep my face from whitening. I had to push forward.

“I assure you, my lord, I’m merely a simple…”

“Not so simple, I think.” Typhoon interrupted me with a sharp look. “You’re a slave. This collar on your neck is a demon item and sealed with demon magic. No Cambion would put a slave collar on a woman. That means you’re from the slave caravan a month back we found ransacked. It was this very unprovoked attack that sent us out here in the first place. What the Cambions did to the slave traders… brutal… but it was a good decision we came. Seven of the Cambion women we found so far were pregnant. It was clear they were starting to expand their numbers. If we hadn’t have been tipped off by this bold attack on demon soil, who knows what these monsters would have gotten up to before we realized it.

Typhon stopped for a second as if realizing he was droning on before starting again. “And that would mean that you’re one of the slaves. A human woman, by the looks of you, however, even if your story swapped Cambions for Demon traders, I wouldn’t believe it. No woman who achieves the second class is so simple, and your charm is unimaginable. I’ve never heard of an Enchantress before, but it sounds like some kind of sorcerer. Now tell me, girl, why did the Cambions choose to not feed on you? There was a reason they were keeping you alive. Tell me.”

My face finally went white as he continued to speak, my façade slipping in the face of his examination. I hadn’t even felt any magic, yet he must have used some kind of identify spell on me. Worst, he knew my level and my class! In a second, I was left completely bare. Furthermore, there was no telling how much Typhon knew about me. My examine ability could tell even personal information like sexual preferences and favorite positions. With an identify skill centered around weeding out lies, what hoped did I have?

One thing was absolutely certain. I couldn’t lie to this man. If I tried to, I had the distinct feeling he would know. Suddenly, I felt completely exposed. I hadn’t felt this exposed since the time I met with Denova. It was like this man was five steps ahead of me. I liked laid back and casual men. I struggled to deal with commanding intellectuals like this guy.

“I… know alchemy…” I muttered.

“What is that?” The man moved even closer, his eyes narrowed, his mouth close enough I could feel his hot sour breath on my face.

“I’m a bit of an alchemist and enchanter. I made them magical potions and blankets and such.”

“Sir, we’ve been finding an abnormally large quantity of enchanted items in this raid. Nothing dangerous. We also hit their storage hut. There is a large number of healing potions. They’ve been stockpiling. Perhaps that’s why they’ve been growing cocky lately.”

Typhon gave no indication he heard the man who spoke in support of my story, still looking down at me, his face incredibly close to mine. “So, you’re the reason our haul was so impressive on this raid. No, if you made all of that, then you’re a greater reward then the rest of it combined.”

As he stared at me and my heart beat to the point I was afraid it would burst, my panicked mind equipped The Reborn title on impulse. The second it attached, when the enhanced resistance calmed me down, I realized it was a mistake. I heard gasping and movement all around me. Even Lord Typhon’s eyes widened a second before he narrowed them dangerously.

“P-please save… me…” I responded pitifully under his gaze to noone in particular.

It was too late now, I had to push forward with everything I had. I set my beautification to demon. I immediately attacked him with Seduction and Eye of the Beholder. If I could just make this man submit, then I would be safe. He was simply too terrifying to allow to continue to choose my fate. However, the man’s grin only turned more dangerous as each of the spells struck. In the past, I could never tell if they hit or not. Since practicing my magical control with Mary, I was now able to tell when skills worked, even those not based on magic. These skills didn’t seem to be working at all. I could see them melting as soon as they struck home.

I could hear the sound of a sword being drawn. The man next to me, the one who had almost killed me before, was holding a sword up towards Typhon. The sword shook in his grasp, but he still brought it up.

“L-lord… perhaps, you should take your distance from the lady?” He spoke almost like he was unsure why he was saying it.

Typhon finally broke his contact from me, looking at the men around them. All of them were watching the pair of us tensely. Each soldier looked about ready to draw their swords on Typhon in the very next moment. Some appeared more affected than others, but even the strongest man had his hand on his hilt, his brow drawn tightly and his hand shaking.

“I… see…” Typhon responded finally.

A sudden eruption exploded from Typhon, and most of the men nearby dropped to the ground like dolls with their strings cut. The man with the sword out flew back and struck the ground nearly fifteen meters away. In a flash that I couldn’t see, I felt cold steel pressed against my neck. For a dreadful second, I was convinced my throat had just been cut, but it took me that moment to realize Typhon had a blade pressed against my neck just short of drawing blood.

“Whatever you activated… undo it now.” Typhon said casually, as if the whole thing didn’t matter much to him. However, the threat in his voice was still enough that I almost peed myself.

I fearfully unequipped the title skill, tears starting to fall down my face. After a second, Typhon merely nodded, pulling back his blade and sheathing it, as if I was no longer a threat in the slightest. The nearby men were starting to stand back up, holding their heads. A few who recovered the quickest noticed Lord Typhon there and immediately bowed fearfully.

“My Lord, I apologize!” One of the men cried out, followed by the responses of many of the others.

Lord Typhon merely shrugged. “To be taken by a charm spell, you’ve embarrassed yourselves. Make sure to reflect. Put the man who pulled the sword on me in chains. He shall be whipped later for insubordination!”

Noone questioned the Lord, merely bowing and immediately grabbing the dazed man off the floor and dragging him away. Even the man himself said nothing to protest as they clamped irons hastily on him.

“My lord, what of this… treacherous woman?” The words were spoken by the other man who had brought me, staring at me now with open hostility now, yet immensely glad that he had resisted drawing his sword like his comrade. “Shall I kill her?”

My eyes widened but resisted struggling any further. If push came to shove, however, I would activate every skill I had. Even if I died by this Lord Typhon, I planned to force him to kill as many of his men as possible. However, when the man looked back at me, he broke into a genuine smile. His eyes almost seemed to hold some level of fondness when he looked me up and down. This made my body shiver more than any level of hate.

“No…” He spoke the words confidently. “I will take her on as my slave. She’ll be my cut of the loot. The rest can be divided amongst the men.”

Several of the men gave a cheer. Clearly, no matter how beautiful I was, in their eyes, I was more trouble than I was worth. For Lord Typhon to take me as his cut, which usually would be 1/5 the total bounty, it showed what value he placed in me. However, all I could do was shiver at that reptilian look that seemed to see more than I could. This is the moment I realized that the normal life I wanted to live would never be.

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Chapter 23

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“Mm… ah… hah. Hah… hah… ahhhhhhh!” Daisy orgasms powerfully, while Dinah next to her shutters violently.

“Eh? I didn’t even push the head in yet?” You respond wryly, sitting on your knees between Daisy’s legs with the head of your cock pushed up against her clit.

Her moist juices from days of unfulfilled sexual stimulation are flowing freely, and as soon as her panties came off there is a blast of hot humid mist rising from her crotch, nearly red with blood swollen by sexual desperation. Suffice it to say, she is incredibly sensitive, and the second the conditions of your spell are met, ie, your penis touches her clit, she explodes into a fountain of sex. Simultaneous, Dinah orgasms as well. Back in your mansion, Sylvia and Minnie collapse to the floor suddenly wetting the carpet like naughty dogs.

“Mmmmm… nnnsk!” Daisy is no longer coherent as she continues to orgasm out days of the unfulfilled lust of four women.

Dinah looks on longfully, only gaining the second-hand sensation, a little regretful that this giant dick head isn’t pushing up against her crotch. Yes, you’re at the 13-inch mass, but the women have long passed a point where this could shock them for more than a moment. You’ve brutalized them with your coke-can cock before, and this time they will gladly take on the pain in order to gain the sexual relief they needed, even if it tears them up a little.

As to Daisy here, her hips are flailing wildly as she kicks with her legs, your cock running up and down her slit haphazardly as she cums again and again. She’s using the tip of your cock to relief herself, but still is not bold enough to let the massive thing tear into her pussy. You hold no such reservations, harshly grabbing her hips and stabilizing them, you shove your massive beast deep into her in a single thrust.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Gghhhhhaaaaaa……..” Daisy let’s out a loud incomprehensible cry, her eyes rolling in her head and her mouth gaping with her tongue sticking.

She is orgasming nonstop, while at the same time her pussy is being ripped open my your 13-inch monster cock. It tore into her harshly. She was so wet that it slid in easy, but that didn’t mean her pussy had the room. In the end, it had no choice but to tear open as your cock forced its way inside her. She could feel her own organs forcefully being displaced to accommodate something larger than she could take, but as her broken pussy painfully climaxed around the cock, she didn’t even care.

Next, to her, Dinah was also crying out. “Owwwwww… owwww…. Aaaaa… aaaa… nnnn…”

She wore a pained expression on her face, but even as she shuddered in pain, her pussy squirted out lewd juices. Similarly, the maids at home continued to squirt all over the floors, unable to move with the amount of pain and pleasure shooting through them. Lewd smells filled the respective hallways the maids had found themselves in, and had any of the harem girls walked within a ten-meter distance, they would have clearly smelled the lewd dirty maids making a mess on the floor tearfully.

However, their constant cumming also eluded to their own masochistic tendencies. After having been punished by Sebastian so many times and sexually punished by you, often included the use of your monster cock, spanking, whips, and rough anal… the girl’s minds had truly been broken beyond repair. They are all connected, and they all could feel their poor sister being torn apart by your cock. The only thought in their minds are ‘more, do me more!”. They want it to rip more. They want to bleed, and cum, and hurt. They are total masochists.

Even the poor Daisy with her yellow hair and pouty lips, at ground zero and receiving the end of all the personal damage could only beg for more.

“More…” Daisy moans. “Nnnn…aaaaaahhh… more! All of it, all of it!”

You had only shoved ten inches into her, and already you could see blood and honey leaking from her pussy, but still, she wanted the rest. Even you aren’t sure she’ll be okay after. However, you’ll never turn your girl’s request for sex, so with your hands squeezing tightly on her hips, you plunge the rest of the way into her, your cock visibly poke form within her stomach nearly up to her sternum.

Daisy’s eyes widen and her mouth is stuck open as she drools unrestrained like an animal. “Gghhehheeeehhahhahaaaaaaaaaaaa….”

Daisy cums again and again. You haven’t even started rocking your hips yet, but you’ve already lost count of how many times she came, her pussy wildly clamping on your cock. Of course, your cock is so wide and large, that you had ripped open the muscles going in. Her contractions are weak, unable to clamp down, already being stretched to the limit by your cock.

Next, to her, Dinah continues to shutter, squeezing her erect nipples harshly until they were red and swollen, clearly causing herself and her sister’s pain, but not caring in her own sexual lust. All four sisters had become that way. They were pulling, squeezing, fingering, and spanking themselves, inducing equal amounts of pain and pleasure. They had ceased caring whether their own bodies could handle the burden. They will continue to enhance their own sexual pleasure, even if it breaks them.

You start moving your hips, but you don’t have any build up. You don’t start slow and move faster to ease her into it. Instead, you put Daisy’s ankles on your shoulder, get up on top of Daisy so you’re pushing her down, and then start thrusting harshly down into her, penetrating with the maximum force unrelentessly, even as her innards are pushed past the breaking point.

“Ah. AH AH AH AH AH AH… cum… cumming… cumm…. Don’t stop… harder… break me… break me!” Daisy cries out, struggling to breath with her organs displaced and crushing her lungs.

Even Dinah becomes lost in the euphoria, sucking harshly on Daisy’s nipple while wildly humping her hips and rubbing her crotch desperately on the back of your hand, which was holding Daisy’s ass. Your piston movements go faster and faster, and loud squish noises emerge as the liquids expelled from her pussy became juicier and juicier. Lewd, red, transparent liquid flows down her ass crack freely, and it should come as no surprise that the sheets underneath are stained beyond repair.

Daisy’s sexual parts are starting to become numb, the nerves having long been damaged by your cock. Furthermore, she is becoming delirious, the damage of your cock building up until she is ready to pass out.

“Please, me! Fuck me! Do me now!” Dinah begs, encouraging you to abandon Daisy’s broken body so that all four girls could enjoy being broken again.

Daisy even gives a weak, tired but encouraging nod. Even she understands her body is giving out and can no longer handle any more penetration. However, her lust is to the point where it doesn’t matter. She wants to be broken all over again. The only way to do that is to sacrifice her sister Dinah. She could feel herself being broken open and her pussy and insides wrecked all over again! She only wished her sisters were here so that she could get it four times!

As you pull out of Daisy, your cock popping out of her pussy with a woosh sound that showed how tight she was, Dinah eagerly got into doggie, wagging her butt at you eagerly while her juices leaked down her legs and stomach. She was already soaked in lewdness, having cum innumerable times, but she still wanted to be broken by you. You immediately line your cock up accordingly.

“Wait, boss, that’s the wrong ho—a aaahaahahahsdgssssss…. Aaaaahah…. Ghhhh… nnnaaaaaaa.” Your dick penetrates Dinah’s colon just as harshly as Daisy’s womb.

Daisy let’s out a scream as she pulls on her nipples, clearly not expecting her sister to be violated in the ass. The feeling of her colon being pierced painfully and her tight butthole being ripped apart was enough to drive every single one of them crazy. Dinah was already cumming as the dick tore open her butthole, which stretched bloodily around your massive cock.

Dinah didn’t care that it was in her ass, as soon as she felt the penis inside her, that became all that matters to her. She reaches back, spreading her ass cheeks painfully, trying to open her hole as much as she can to accommodate your meat. You immediately start to jackhammer her ass without giving her any time to adjust. Dinah is already extremely wet. She had cum innumerable times while you fucked Daisy, and all of that cum leaked down her butt crack and helped moisten her ass. On top of that, your own dick had been lubed aggressively by Daisy’s broken pussy. Therefore, while her ass wasn’t as receptive as Daisy’s pussy, you still managed to force yourself inside her.

Her warm butt, tight sphincter, and shuttering body as she orgasmed over and over again in absolute agony led you to reach your limit as well. Of course, the maids were just your fucktoys, unlike the rest of the harem, you didn’t need to give them such pleasantries as letting them know when you planned to cum. Thus, your swollen balls immediately pushed gobs and gobs of cum out, and in a second you blasted Dinah deep in the ass.

All four women felt hot sticky fluid being squirted deep inside their asses, causing them to cum one… make that four last times. Dinah’s pussy squirted down on the bed like she was taking a piss. Daisy’s pussy, the muscles already shattered, wasn’t capable of contracting hard enough to squirt, so gobs of liquid just bubbled out of her broken pussy like a broken faucet.

You kept cumming, filling Dinah’s colon full of hot seed. It flooded her body so drastically that some of it backed up into her stomach even. She ended up cough cum out of her throat before swallowing the salty liquid back down with her bile. When you finally pulled out. White cum spurted out of her ass along with all the gas you had pushed up in there with your cock. It shot out in loud ‘pfft’ sound squirting a stream of white from her ass like a second cumshot. Meanwhile, her pussy squirted transparent liquid from the other end.

Taping your man meat on her ass cheek, and shaking the rest of cum on her ass crack. You finally finish up, turning around and leaving the two women without another word. One of them had a broken pussy, and the other had a broken asshole. You left the room, but naturally, you made sure a spell was in place that would gradually heal them. Truth be told, neither girl would be able to stand for a week, only lying in bed painfully while still feeling the euphoric contractions of post-coitus, their pussies so overextended that it’d be hours before the aftershocks wore off.

Meanwhile, Sylvia and Minnie had made respective messes all over the Mansion hallway floor. While still feeling the pain of both their sister’s broken ass and broken pussy, the two had to crawl away and get the cleaning supplies to clean up all the mess they had left all over the soiled floor. However, after scrubbing for two hours, they still couldn’t get out the stain or remove the smell. They finally fell into their beds, worried about how they would be punished when Sebastian found out they had ruined the carpets. The only solution was to replace them, and even then they had soaked through to the floorboards underneath. Those respective hallways would never stop smelling like the maid’s lewd pussies. However, deep underneath it all, they hoped the one punishing them when you got home would be you yourself. There are still two more girls to break.

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Chapter 22

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“She passed out after just thirty minutes.” You sigh, pulling your pants back on.

A naked woman is lying on the bed, her legs spread up and a big gaping hole where her pussy used to be, still leaking out white liquids. Her hair is a wreck and she is covered in sex and wetness. She is a squirter too, and it is quite messy as every time she came she shot warm liquid all over the place. Of course, you’ve made all of your girl’s squirt at some point, but this woman seems abnormally squirty, and the bed is basically soaked… as is the wall and floor facing the bed. Orgasming every five or six seconds? You normally needed magic to illicit that kind of effect.

As you walk out the room, you’re surprised to see a familiar face waiting for you. “Oh? Experiment #626, you’re already done?”

The sex doll has an unsatisfied look on its face, which is weird because you never programmed them to be unsatisfied. In fact, the sex dolls should all be horny fuck machines, ready to go at any moment. The slightest breeze should make them cream their panties.

“Yes, creator. I’ve been waiting for 29 minutes. I believe the task was fulfilled, although I’m not certain.”

“Not certain?” you ask curiously.

“I did not feel anything. The noble flopped on top of me for thirty some seconds, and then rolled over and said I could go…”

“Ha? Well, as long as he’s happy I guess it’s fine. I’ll need you to stay around again just in case of any future swaps.”

“I thought only the maids were being cuckolded…” Experiment #626 mutters under its breath.

“Huh? Did you say something?”

“No… creator… since I must be here a while, can you please give me proper relief?”

“Relief? Huh? You mean orgasms?”

“Yes, creator. I’m used to being ravished by goblins all day long. These nobles cannot compare.”

“Huh… well, is it okay if I just use magic again?”

“Yes, please, anything!”

You lightly touch the sex doll’s forehead, casting the “best orgasm” spell. The doll shivers all over, her panties instantly soaking. As her face flushes red, she puts on a pleased expression, the anxiousness in her brow instantly dissipating. However, she’s remarkably silent throughout, not even uttering a single moan. The orgasm spell, when casted on this sex doll, could have been a healing spell for the effect it had on her. Her haggard appearance improves, and her eyes hold nothing but relief from her previous pains.

When you finally remove your hand, she speaks more softly in a stress-free airy tone, “Thank, creator, I feel much better now.”

“Okay, then…” You respond awkwardly.

The sex doll gives a curtsy. “I will return to the boat and await your next mission. Next time, pick a more robust man or perhaps give me some Viagra or something to slip him.”

Experiment #626 turns around and leaves with just that while you watch after her with a complex look. You have created several thousand sex dolls on a whim while developing Cinderella’s body. Experiment #626 didn’t look like Cinderella at all. She actually looks a bit like a dog, with blue hair and big long animal ears that stuck up. She was extremely flexible, with a slim body that allows to bend into pretty much any position that didn’t get in the way of her F-sized chest.

However, at the end of the day, she is just a sex doll. Cinderella is unique, because she is inhabited with a soul. You aren’t really sure what a soul is, but you are pretty sure Cinderella has an independent personality, an ego, an ID, a super ID, and whatever other psychology terms make up what it means to be a sentient being. However, the sex dolls… they didn’t. They should be some base-level programming. They are machines, designed to be bent over and fucked.

However, the girls have been freely interacting with the goblins for over a month now outside of your supervision. Perhaps, it was during the life energy crisis when you bukkaked a planet, but the sex dolls seem to be gaining independent personalities. Experiment #626 expressed disappoint, wants, desires, appreciation, and even sarcasm. Doesn’t that coincide with a living, sentient being?

If that’s the case, then did you unintentionally create life? Would these so-called sex dolls be a brand-new never before seen species? Right now, they are all being used as goblin procreation vessels. You have plenty of sex dolls who have big breasts and are compliant.  You merely picked 626 because she’s not pregnant at the moment. Goblins make goblins… but what would come out if they are impregnated by humans? Half human, half sex doll hybrids? What would a male half sex doll look like?

You wonder back to your room while contemplating the ramifications of playing god. As you approach, you find two women waiting up for you.

“B-b-boss…” Daisy whines with desperate looking eyes.

“Please… service us…” Dinah adds.

The two women are nearly shaking, and you can smell their lewdness from down the hall. These are girls whose panties are already wet without the orgasms. Lack of sex has built horribly, and after dildos, and vibrators, and even each other, the four girls combined surpassed any realm of tolerance. Any longer, and they’ll likely become gibbering messes or might even take their own lives to make it stop. You suppose enough is enough.

“Alright ladies, it’s your lucky night!”

The two women break into tears, relief flooding them as they realize they’ll finally obtain the sexual relief they’ve been craving for three days. Once you take them to the spare bedroom and pull off your pants, revealing the penis you left at 13-inches… they start crying for a different reason.

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Author’s Note:

The next chapter will be sex-filled. Selena is just a pump-and-dump, why would you even waste the words for such redundant vanilla sex?

 

 

Chapter 21

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Clyburn, in other words me, I had two sisters. One of those sisters is 14, and the other is 15. As to how that works out mathematically, I found out I turn thirteen next month. My fifteen year old sister is named Madison and my fourteen year old sister is named Hannah. I should also add that my mother’s name was Morgan. As to the kind of girls my sisters are, my memories regrettably knew very little. The former me was a pampered spoiled brat. After I was born, little attention was given to my sisters. They were almost ghosts in my memory.

My mother wasn’t necessarily abusive, but it was the society that favored men and expected them to be catered to above all else. This naturally had a major influence to the amount of time mother gave me compared to my sisters. If my memory served me, this also resulted in two very different attitudes towards me. My fifteen-year-old sister Madison seemed to hate me. That is to say she was very jealous that I got all the attention and refused to talk or deal with me.

I had a distant memory of two years back when I wanted something that she had. She was reading a certain book, and I decided I wanted the book because I liked the picture on the cover. At first, the maids tried to take the book. However, it turned out the book was not taken from our library, but one Madison had personally bought herself with her birthday money. However, ten years old and never having been told no before, I ended up getting into a fight with her, trying to take her book until it accidentally ripped.

She called me a ‘stupid, good-for-nothing man’, and I responded by calling her a lipstick girl. For reference, in my old life, a lipstick lesbian is the kind of woman who favors glamourous, traditionally feminine women and styles, both in themselves and their lovers. This is as opposed to the dykes, the so-called manly women. In this world without feminists, that connotation takes on a slightly different meaning. Lipstick girls are essentially man-hating lesbians. They often wear strap-ons, and try to convince young women to hate men, hate seed, and eat pussy.

In a society with population problems, this attitude was seen as insulting to men and detrimental to the world, as a result, these women were often treated with scorn outside of their own social circles. So, lipstick girl was an awful insult which resulted in my sister shouting that I was stupid before chucking the destroyed book at my head and storming away. I expected mom to back me up, but instead, she gave me a spanking. It was one of only a few cases in which I was ever punished by my mother, which is perhaps why the scene was so vivid in my memories. It also signified the last time my sister and I every engaged with each other willingly.

Hannah, the younger sister, was a bit different than her angry sibling. She was much shyer and more reserved. As to how she treated me, that was to say with complete fear. Since my way was the rule of the house, Hannah had learned to hang her head low and avoid me when possible. She didn’t like talking to me, and would shiver if I got too close. Suffice it to say that my relationship with my sisters was really shitty at the moment. That meant, it was going to take some work.

Unfortunately, a week later, I hadn’t managed to even stay in the same room with them for more than a moment or two. I had spent a week in this new world, and since blowing my load in a maid’s mouth and another maid’s hand, I’d been left without any more satisfaction. Veris had actually switched her sponge bath duties with another maid who was in her seventies. The maid had hinted that if I had any “issues”, she could handle them, but you could forgive me if I didn’t take her up on her offer for a wrinkly decrepit handjob from a woman with a displaced hip.

Thus, when my first chance to get close to Hannah arrived, I wasn’t going to waste a second to think about it. I had wondered into the library, only to notice Hannah putting a stack of books away on one of the shelves up on a chair. She was reaching up high, and her midriff was completely exposed. She hadn’t noticed me yet, and if I had managed to get to the base of the chair she was standing on, I could probably also get a peak at her panties under her skirt.

However, rather than do that, I silently closed the door as softly as possible, and then clicked the lock. It wasn’t like I’m trying to lock my sister in. Rather, I just want to keep from being interrupted. Every other time I wanted to get close to Hannah, Madison was nearby, always giving me a glare if I even attempted to approach either of them. If it wasn’t Madison, then there was a maid nearby. Either way, I could hardly work any magic on my sister with an audience, so finding her alone was a wonderful blessing.

Regrettably, I didn’t get to enjoy the panty shot because I was not even half away across the room when she finally noticed me. She immediately yelped, pulled down her shirt, and then jumped off the chair. As I continued to approach my cute little sister, she backed away instinctively until her back hit the bookshelf and couldn’t move any longer. She looked around the room desperately, as if looking for a path to flee, but upon seeing nothing, only then did she speak.

“B-b-brother… wh-what are you doing he-here?” she spoke with a shiver, not able to meet my eyes.

My sister wore a long sleeve pink shirt and black skirt that went to a bit above her knees. It wasn’t as revealing as the maid skirts, but it was short enough that schools in the old world might give her trouble. She had the youthful face of someone fresh in her teens. Her beauty clearly came from her mother, but she had a lot more of the baby fat, her cheeks a little chubby. Her hair was brown like her moms, but she kept it straight, including hair which she kept over one eye, desperately hiding her face. Overall, she was very adorable.

The adult me surged with lustful encouragement. As a 12-year-old boy, there were only a handful of years when I could get away with touching young teenage girls. Meanwhile, I had an adult brain that knew just how to manipulate, trick, and seduce immature women. Naturally, I had no intention of passing by the opportunity. If you were hoping for one of those guys who only liked women his own mental age, or was filled with moral obligation, that’s just not me. I found myself in this world, and I planned to take as much advantage of it as possible!

In my old world, my high school life was noticeably sex free, and I always regretted that I never got to taste a young, virgin teenager. My first time had been when I was 20, and was a drunken fling with a big-boned college coed at a party. She had already left by the time I woke up, and I found the number she gave me was fake. My second time was with my wife, whom was an undergrad when I got into graduate school. Now, a few of the whores I tried might have advertised themselves as 18, but when we met they always looked like they were in their twenties. That maid last week was the first teenage pussy I’ve ever had, and at the time I was too confused to really enjoy it! I won’t let the opportunity for more teenager pussy in the future pass me by!

“Sister, can you read me a book?” I asked innocently.

Hannah immediately jumped in surprise. “Eh? A book? Ah?”

She looked behind her, realizing she was surrounded with books and only then understanding where it came from.

“Brother, perhaps you should ask Madison. She likes books more than me. I’m only putting away a few books for her.”

“Since you’ve already completed that task, doesn’t that mean you have some free time?”

“Eh? Ah… that’s true…” Hannah’s brow furrowed, unable to argue with your simple logic.

“Then, come, sit down, please tell me a story.” I respond, sitting on the nearby couch and patting the seat next to me.

Hannah seemed to breath easier now that I was seated and she knew what I wanted, but she didn’t seem like she wanted to do it. In her hand was a single book, the last one she had forgotten to put away, and her knuckles were tight as she held it, as if she was fighting back a great deal of anxiety and holding it up as a shield.

“Please, sister, do… do you really not want to be with me?” I asked, letting tears well up in my eyes.

I had been practicing this move for a good week now. The effect was even more drastic on Hannah than I expected. She dropped the book and started waving her hands excitedly.

“No, brother, no! I’ll do it! I’ll read a book! I said I’ll read!”

Immediately, she headed over and sat down right next to me. She glances over at me trepidatiously. I glanced back, raising an eyebrow.

“The book!” The blood drains from Hannah’s face as she realized she didn’t grab any books. “Wh-what does little brother want to read?”

I gave a shrug, “I don’t know, just pick something. What about that book?”

As I said that, I offhandedly pointed at a book sitting on the desk barely in sight. Of course, that book hadn’t been lying there earlier. I had dropped it there when I came in, but Hannah hadn’t seen that.

“Ah, okay!” Hannah raced over and grabbed the book, immediately bringing it back, sitting next to me with a youthful exuberance that caused certain parts of me to stir excitedly.

Upon settling, she finally looked at the cover, a question mark floating over her head. “It appears to be a man and a woman, isn’t that a weird pose?”

“Hmmm… strange, if it’s a man and a woman… then wouldn’t it be a romance story?”

“Romance!” Hannah squeaked, “What do you mean, romance?”

“Oh, one of those adult books that talk about men and women in love. Like how dad and mom were in love.”

“L-l-love? Y-you mean like… seed giving?”

I raised an eyebrow in wonder again to a world where words like love immediately jumped the brain to cum and sex. “Well, romance stories are special, because they only depict one man and one woman. See, same man and woman on every page. It’s an expression of love.”

“Isn’t there three on this page?” Hannah stopped me as I flipped rapidly through the pages of the book while keeping her from seeing the details.

“Ah! Nevermind that one, the point is, this is an adult book. While, I think it’s a beautiful depiction of seed giving, I can understand if this is too adult for Hannah, so we can pick something else.”

“Eh?” Hannah’s cheeks reddened. “It’s not too adult for me! I’m older than you brother! Plus, men mature slower than women, so I’m definitely much more mature.”

“If you think you can handle it, then please read me a passage.”

“Of course!” Hannah declared resolutely. “The title is ‘The Book of Love’… when engaging in oral sex, make sure to properly use the tongue to flick the head of the cock. When the… when the… pre-cum… is released, sp-sp-spread it around with the tip of the… the… tongue to properly…”

“Hannah? Hannah!”

Hannah’s voice slowly dimmed as she continued to read, her face growing flushed as she started to grow dizzy. At this point, I put my arm around her shoulder, and the girl was too caught up in what she was reading to even notice. The book I had selected, of course, appeared to be this worlds version of the Kama sutra. In a world where women might only experience sex once in their lives, books that educate sex like this were even more likely to be distributed.

“-to lubricate…the…shaft…”

“Hannah, I’m confused, is it talking about a penis.”

“Eh?” The question seemed to shock Hannah out of her phase. “Ye-yeah…th-the… that… does it really look like that?”

Hannah’s eyes seemed to be focused on a picture in the book. The picture was graphically stylized, but it ultimately displayed a woman on her knees in front of a man, sucking his cock. It probably wasn’t explicit enough to shock anyone in my old world, but for the 14-year-old Hannah, it was decimating. I had this hypothesis before after scaring away the maid, but in this world without regular contact with men, the women here seemed to have no defenses towards men.

Besides their manner of dress being more provocative and less modest towards their primary sex traits, they also had no concept of seduction or being tricked for sexual gain. In a world where women chased after men, the women had no protection from being chased themselves.

In my old world, a woman would have her guard up around any man. She’d be suspicious, instantly calling him out on any sort of sexual aggression. Girls here seem completely unprepared for any kind of stimulation. A normal girl from my old world would have already shoved me off her and slammed the book closed. She might have even slapped me. However, Hannah was just flustered and lost, unable to deal with these surging hormones in her body.

As a result, my hand ended up on Hannah’s knee while I cuddled close to her. We were both about the same size since I was two years younger, so I couldn’t use my body to overwhelm her. Instead, I had to keep pushing the innocent act while I got more and more aggressive with the unprepared girl next to me.

“It sort of does, do you want to see it?” I answered her previous question playfully.

“Ah, that!” Hannah immediately stared at my shorts with wide eyes. “You mean, your… p-pe-penis… right… you have one…”

“Here, it’s not like it bites.” I grabbed one of Hannah’s hands and put it to my penis, now half-erect in my shorts.

“Ah! Brother!” Hannah immediately pulled her hand away, however, her brain had already felt the hardness and warmth on her fingertips, and thus it became the only thing on her mind.

“Br-brother, let’s put this book away. I think this is enough for today.”

“Just a bit. Ooo… look, he’s putting it in from behind!”

I turned the page, overriding Hannah’s objections by distracting her. I was relieved to see a second later that the distraction worked, her eyes became focused on the picture. She stared at a picture of a woman on her knees with a man sticking it in from behind. She had such a look of wonderment on her face that I almost wanted to eat her up right there.

“D-doggie style, when a woman gets on all fours, and the man mounts her like a dog…” Hannah read, and then giggled with a blush. “I didn’t know it could be done… from the back. Don’t women lie down and the man get on top? Would the pe-penis even reach that far?”

“I wouldn’t know unless I tried.” I gave a nonchalant answer, meanwhile, she wasn’t noticing that my hand was moving up and down her leg, even as her face grew flush and she was lightly panting, clearly sexually excited.

Her skirt was pushed up to the point where her whole leg was exposed to me, and my fingers were gently stroking up and down her leg while my other arm was still wrapped around her, holding he tightly against me.

“B-brother’s lucky…” Hannah suddenly said as she turned to the next page, revealing a pogo stick position.

“Huh? Why is that?” I asked, my fingers moving into her inner thigh.

“Brother will… get to try all of these, right?” Hannah suddenly declared. “Since, so many women will want your seed, you’ll have the opportunity to enjoy every position. If I’m lucky, I’ll only get to lie with a man once in my life. I wonder which position it will be in…”

“You’re forgetting something, Hannah.” I responded. “This is about love. See, every picture has the same people.”

This was because the drawings depicted a red-colored featureless female and a black-colored featureless male, but it was true that they looked the same in every picture.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Hannah turned to me, a suddenly I found her lips only a few inches from my own.

“It’s only lucky if I get to be able to enjoy every position with one girl. That’s why there are so many positions to enjoy, so that you can find someone you love and practice every one. It’s meaningless if it isn’t the same girl.”

“B-b-brother… you’re touching me…” my fingers had found their way on to the outside cloth of her panties, and were now slowly rubbing in concentric circles on top of the cloth, which was growing moist.

This was the first point where Hannah finally realized how close we are and where my hand is touching.

“Hannah, you’re my sister. You’ll always be my sister, right?”

“Ah… it feels… I feel hot, brother… s-stop touching.” Hannah responded breathily.

“Do you love your little brother, Hannah?”

“Ah, ah, ah… please, brother. Don’t…”

“Since we’re forever, then wouldn’t you be the one for me? I could enjoy every position in this book with you. Is that alright?”

“Hah… hah… hah… stop… I can’t… Mmmm…” Hannah’s flushed face was right in front of me, my hands moving faster and faster, her mouth slightly open, begging for a kiss.

Immediately, I dived in, taking Hannah’s lips.

“Mm!” Hannah’s eyes widened, but she could do nothing as my other hand held the back of her head.

My tongue immediately dived into her mouth, invading her as I tasted her saliva. My fingers were working over her panties fast, the material now completely wet. It’d be transparent if I looked. My fingers longed to break through her underwear and pierce inside her, but I was too caught up in the moment to remove my fingers even for a second to slide in from the side.

Hannah started pushing against me, finally pulling her lips from mine, a trail of saliva connecting out mouths. She immediately turned her head away, her breaths coming out in gasps, her face red and her expression confused. Her hand grabs at mine touching her sweet spot, and she tried to pull it away half-heartedly.

“Please, no, brother, it’s too much. I’m going… I’m going… I can’t… It’s feels hot.” Hannah started crying as she panted, but with my fingers as an out of control blaze on her pussy, I forcefully pulled her into a hug, preventing the hand grasping mine from pulling mine away.

Hannah could only desperately grasp my wrist as it rapidly moved up and down against the cloth of her panties.

“Ah, ah! AH!!!” Hannah’s body spasmed against my own, her thighs finally tightened around my hand, as did the grip of her hand on my wrist.

Her head collapsed into the nap of my neck, her face red, her mouth gasping. She could only convulse a few more times against my body while I held her in my grip. Finally, I let go of her, pulling my hands away from her sweet spot, now emitting a lewd but sexy odor. After a few moments, I found myself staring into my lovely sister’s beautiful blue eyes, both exposed for once, the hair that usually covered her right eye pushed back during the exchange.

Just then, she burst into tears. A moment later, she stood up, and then fled the room, unlocking the door and slamming it behind her as she left without a word. Like that, I was left in the library alone. My cock was rock hard, and the couch next to me still smelled like her sex. There was even a small little wet spot where she was sitting.

I let out a sigh. “Did I go too far again?”

I was told I was in a world that wanted my seed more than anything. That caused me to quickly want to enjoy such a world. However, my over eager older self was just much too aggressive. At this rate, I was only going to get into trouble. I didn’t think Hannah would tattle on me. However, I couldn’t keep doing this to myself either.

With all the promises this world had given me, I was expecting a pussy buffet. The fact I had only tasted one fifteen-year-old girl after twelve years of life didn’t do anything to ease this expectation. I was ravenous to fuck, my expectations having driven my sexual desires too far. While smelling the scent of my sister’s sex on my fingers, I realized that this wasn’t even a problem I could solve with my hand. I needed to release my nut into a tight pussy. That was the only way. I couldn’t wait to break down Hannah, and Madison was even in a worst.

My only options were to either rape one of my sisters, which is something I think I’d have trouble coming back from. I didn’t know how this world treated rape, but even so, it was something I didn’t want to do. Even what I just did to my sister left me feeling a little bad. Then, there was option number two.

“I guess it’d have to be that then, huh? Mom, it is.”

Yes, my mother, who is willing to do anything for me. If this was a ero game, then mom would be the easiest route towards intercourse. I wasn’t giving up on my sisters, but until I cooled down and blew a load, I was afraid I’d only scare them more. That left mom, a woman who had experienced a lot of sex with my father, and thus could be one of the few experienced women in this world. She was the only one who wouldn’t become frightened by sexual aggression. I guess it was about time to see how far her motherly love truly went.

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