A snap of the strange golden ticket the gacha granted you, that was all that was needed for you to carve the circle needed to summon your 'servants'.
Your blood seeps slowly into the etched grooves of the summoning seal, thick with power and purpose and guided by Blood Manipulation to fill every crack and crevice. It steams slightly in the night air. The golden voucher, delicate as a fine silk and dangerous as the two blades resting on your hips, burns away between your fingers. Its magic has already anchored itself into the dirt, to this world, and to you.
You feel it first in your bones, the anchor of your very being.
It was a pulling, like your soul's being stretched thin across too much space. Your dense chakra begins to pour into the circle unbidden, ravenous channels opening in reality to drink from your core. You don't resist. You offer it up readily to see what happens next.
The sigil ignites.
And then, all you could see was light. It was blinding. You don't flinch, just narrow your eyes behind the low sweep of your snow-white bangs. You brace yourself, grounding your breath into a steady rhythm, Total Concentration is needed right now. You know something monumental is about to crawl from the ether.
You feel three pulses. They're almost like heartbeats. Each one hammering away in your being as they slowly start to merge with your own.
And then…
The first one emerges.
The childlike figure steps out the summoning smoke like a ghost, wearing a strange set of purple heels, and clad in a black thin sultry outfit that contrasts with her small and innocent frame. Her skin glimmers like pale porcelain beneath the moonlight, and her silver hair cascades down in uneven strands covering her eyes that are wide, green, and hollow. The small smile on her face is almost cute if not for everything else about her that seemed to scream danger, including the knives strapped to her hips.
You've seen killers.
She was like murder, given form. There was innocence in her, but it was completely overshadowed by the madness that filled her very being. Others might not feel it, but they weren't connected to her like you. She'd burn down the world just to feel its warmth.
But then she turns.
And, yeah, maybe you're too easily distracted. But, that ass? It was plump with a capital 'p'. Outrageously so. It was heavy and round, and as her bottom sways with every delicate step it's like it is trying to rebel against her otherwise petite and delicate frame. The tiny thong she's wearing clings high between her ass-cheeks, and the base of her back arches naturally, emphasizing the sheer volume behind her. It jiggles with every step, and you do your best not to stare.
"We are Assassin. Are you… our mother?"
Her voice is like a whisper. Like a lullaby meant to be sung over the fresh graves of her victims. Your gaze lingers a moment too long on her swaying backside before going back up to meet those piercing cat-like emerald green eyes. You don't even try to hide it, knowing that she's probably already noticed.
The second heartbeat shatters the uncomfortable silence between the two of you.
Your next 'servant' doesn't step out, she emerges. She rises like a predator from the black fog that accompanied her appearance. Her spear materializes at her side and she grasps it casually, as if already aware of its existence without even needing to look. Her body is draped in violet combat armor tight enough to expose every curve of her chiseled and slim figure. Her thighs ripple with coiled strength, her hips are wide and firm, and her chest high and proud beneath the thin material of her 'combat outfit' even as your magically gifted knowledge lets you know that bodysuit could probably take more punishment than the best armor from the Land of Iron.
It's her presence that really gives you pause, however. You recognize it immediately, after all. She feels like an apex predator. An embodiment of death that's so very different from the little girl staring up at you, not even seeming to care enough to acknowledge the other 'servant' or their presence. The woman's stance is perfect.
Deep in your bones, you can already tell that this woman is going to be a pain in your ass. You just hope she can't read your thoughts, because you have a feeling even the knowledge of a thought like that coming from you would make her so much worse.
"I am Scáthach. Lancer. Queen of the Land of Shadows."
The moment her name falls from her lips, your chakra spikes, and you feel it. It's a drain, and it is constant. It's like an open wound into the void that is the existence of these two immensely powerful beings.
Your already massive reserves, your Enhanced Stamina, the monstrous wellspring that the Feng Shui Engine allows you to tap into, are already getting chewed away at by these two. It's like throwing buckets of water into a bonfire and watching it not even make a dent.
The drain isn't dangerous. Not yet. But it's incredibly noticeable. And it's only getting worse the longer they stand around, every moment of their existence in the world drinking more and more from your incredible chakra reserves.
Then the third one appears. The wild card, your mind provides for you. Even the strange knowledge granted to you to help you manage these strange beings seems unsure about him.
He spins into the circle between the two women you already summoned with a flourish, his tiny bootheels clicking against the stones and leaves alike. His pink hair flutters in pretty curls around a face that almost looks too delicate for war, despite the sharp blade in his hands. His wide, glimmering eyes and soft features are framed by a white half-armor and a half-black 'combat suit' ensemble that seems like it is more for fashion than function.
His hips sway like he's trying to make you look, and his slim waist with his flared hips making it nearly impossible to believe he's male, despite the information the summoning granted you. Yet, despite your disbelief, the proof is right in front of you that he is. That tight, dark miniskirt doesn't hide everything, especially not the small seemingly excited bulge in his frilly white panties.
He twirls once more, ends in a bow, and flashes a grin that could disarm nations.
"Saber. My name's Astolfo, reporting for duty, Mastah!"
The title makes something in your very existence shift. Not from embarrassment or even arousal at the 'pet name'. No, this shift is from ownership. You know deep down in the core of your being, one simple fact. You summoned them.
So they are yours.
The weight of that realization slams into you a moment later when your knees nearly buckle. The drain has grown even more with a third addition to eat into your chakra supply.
It's not just a pull anymore. Not even just a trickle. It's like a torrent of energy being ripped away from you with every moment. Not even the endless regeneration of the Feng Shui Engine is able to keep pace with the terrible drain.
Even for someone like you, with your multiple enhancements to your incredible stamina, unmatched chakra regeneration, and high quality reserves, this drain is too much. It's different. These aren't Summons in the normal way most ninja might have them, where the majority of the difficulty is bringing them to you. No, these things are bound to your existence, and every moment they exist is a moment that you have to spend your own energy to maintain them.
You grit your teeth, pondering how exactly you're gonna make this work. You're not gonna give up, after all. Maybe you could give one of them that 'Philosopher Stone' from the Lust card? It should be able to take care of their maintenance.
As the ideas come and go, your Acting and Charisma letting you mask the sheer exhaustion filling the essence of your being, that's when she speaks.
Scáthach turns, her gaze piercing yours with casual dominance in those blood red eyes.
"You're powerful, boy. Probably one of the most powerful beings in this world. But even you will burn out quickly maintaining a bond with three Heroic Spirits at once without any support."
You nod once in response, exhaling slowly through your nose. As you try to focus through the strain. Despite the exhaustion, you keep your eyes locked on hers and refuse to back down. Slowly, the woman's lips quirk up in approval, as if you passed some hidden test.
"A Mana transfer. That's how you can sustain us... properly, for now. Your reserves are great, but I can already tell your virility is somehow greater. There is more prana in your semen than your body should be capable of producing."
She stops a pace away from you. Close enough that you can see powerful muscles of her thighs through her violet bodysuit and the slight bit of lust in her gaze as she takes in your appearance.
"You'll need to feed us, until I can set up the right conditions for our existence to be less of a drain on you. Oddly, this arrangement is more… agreeable, than I expected it to be."
You raise a brow at that, surprised by her sudden interest in something like a mana transfer. You suspected someone serious like her to be the least interested in something like this. "Agreeable? How?"
Her smirk cuts through the shade of the underbrush as she gives you a pointed look.
"Well you're cuter than my last student, for one. He was cute enough as a pup, but boys have a habit of growing up and becoming men, or in his case, a beast. He was a decently impressive dog, but never reached his full potential, even if he got closer than most."
Then she'd lick her lips, staring at you like you were a fine delicacy that suddenly ended up on her plate. Suddenly, you were more scared of what exactly the 'intimacy' she was talking about would entail.
"I wonder what kind of man you'll grow to be…"
Astolfo lets out a delighted twirl behind her, with his hands on his cheeks like he just heard the juiciest gossip in the world. Meanwhile Jack just silently blinks up at you both. She looks unbothered, and her gaze is flitting between you and Scáthach like she's waiting to see which of you kills the other first. A disturbing outlook on sex, that. You wonder where she learned it from.
You glance at your hand. There are three command seals burned into the back of it glowing faintly red.
These 'servants' are yours to command.
All three of them.
You only really have one thought before dropping your pants as Jack's hands suddenly reach for a knife, Scathach's small smile grows just the tiniest bit, and Astolfo mirrors your actions with his skirt.
This is going to be fun.
The moment your pants hit the floor, the atmosphere in the forest clearing shifts. It became charged with the raw, primal energy of your Musk and Charisma, all your seduction focused abilities working together to make you a truly supernatural lover that none of the Heroic Spirits could resist. Jack's knife clatters to the ground as her emerald green eyes widen and her pupils dilate at the sight of your thick, throbbing cock already standing at attention. Scáthach's smirk deepens, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she takes a predatory step forward. Astolfo, ever the exhibitionist, giggles as he hikes up his skirt, revealing his own eager hardness bouncing against his toned stomach in his panties.
"Ohhh~ Master's packing! I'm glad I got summoned in my smaller form, bottoming always sounded fun!" Astolfo chirps, bouncing on the balls of his feet like an excited puppy. "Heh, Charlie is gonna be so jealous when he hears about this! Or maybe he'll be jealous of me? He's kinda cute too, come to think of it…"
Jack, however, remains eerily silent. Her small hands twitch at her sides before she suddenly drops to her knees, crawling toward you with unsettling grace. The way she moves is almost feline, with her lithe body slinking closer until her breath ghosts over the head of your cock. Her pink tongue flicks out, lapping at the precum beading at your tip with a curious hum.
"Sweet," she murmurs, tilting her head like a child inspecting a new toy. "Like candy… but it's salty too. I think we like it…"
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Scáthach's laugh is low and husky. It's a sound that sends shivers down your spine as she closes the distance behind you. Her hands, calloused from centuries of battle, slide around your waist, nails digging possessively into your hips as she trails possessive kisses down your body, as if she was an animal marking its territory.
"Such a generous Master," she purrs, her voice dripping with dark amusement. "Offering yourself up so willingly. But tell me…" Her teeth graze the shell of your ear. "Do you truly understand what you've gotten yourself into?"
Before you can answer, Jack's mouth envelops you in one swift motion. Her tiny throat suddenly stretches obscenely around your girth as she takes you to the hilt. The abrupt, wet heat makes your knees buckle, but Scáthach's grip keeps you upright, her chuckle vibrating against your back.
Astolfo, never one to be left out, skips around to your front, his own small cock making an adorable bulge that bobs in his skirt. "Hehe, Mastah is so cute. I wanna give him a kiss~" The cute boy would say before pressing his lips against yours, stroking your back as Jack inhaled your dick like it was her new favorite treat.
Jack's emerald eyes flicker with something primal, a potent mix of curiosity and hunger as she works her tiny mouth along your length. Her lips stretch obscenely around your girth, saliva dripping down her chin in glistening strands as she hollows her cheeks with almost practiced ease. There's an eerie precision to her movements, as if she's seen this same act done a thousand times before. She still occasionally gags and sputters, showing off her inexperience that fits with her youthful appearance, but there's something else too. Something you can't quite place.
Her small hands grip your thighs, her nails biting into your skin just enough to leave crescent marks in your flesh. She's acting possessive, claiming you for herself and almost hissing at the other two servants as she does so. The contrast between her childlike frame and the filthy, wet sounds filling the forest around you is dizzying. Every slurp, every choked gasp as she forces herself deeper, feels like a violation of every moral line you haven't crossed yet in the most delicious way.
You glance down just in time to see her throat bulge grotesquely as she swallows around you, her nose pressing into your pelvis. The sight alone sends a jolt of heat straight to your core. She doesn't stop, she doesn't even gag this time. She just takes it, like she was made for this.
As soon as that thought crosses your mind, a dark smile comes across Jack's face.
Then, without warning, she pulls off with a wet pop, panting softly as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her gaze locks onto yours, pupils blown wide with something darker than lust.
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"Mmm, tastes like… home," she murmurs, tilting her head like she's an adorable predator examining her favorite tasty prey. "Warm. Alive. We want more. We want you inside us."
Before you can react, she's on you again, and this time she's climbing into your lap, her lithe body pressing flush against yours. The fabric of her scant outfit does nothing to hide the heat between her thighs as she grinds down, her wetness seeping through the material and onto your skin. Her breath hitches when your cock slides against her soaked folds, and for the first time, you see something flicker in her sharp dead eyes. It passes too fast for you to recognize it, but you know there was something there.
Her small fingers fumble with the ties of her outfit, ripping it off and revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath. There's a scar just below her ribs to match the one criss crossing on her face. It's a thin, precise mark. A reminder that her small body had become a tool that was built for killing. But right now? It's just yours.
The moment Jack straddles you, her fat ass-cheeks spread wide across your thighs, the sheer weight of her lard-stuffed ass makes your breath hitch. It truly is an obscene sight, a perfect, jiggling contradiction to her petite frame. Each and every one of her doughy pounds of ass-meat quivering as she grinds down against your cock. Her bubble-butt swallows your lap whole, the sheer volume of her booty-cheeks pressing into you with enough softness to make your hips buck instinctively.
"Ah~?" Jack tilts her head, showing off that incredible innocence as she deliberately clenches her cheeks to spur another response, making her ass-dough ripple around you. Reluctantly, you let out a low groan. "You like this part of us…?" Her voice is singsong, but there's a slight edge to it. She's like a kitten who just found a mouse to play with. She leans forward, her clap-cakes lifting slightly before she drops back down, the impact sending a shockwave through her thick cheeks that makes your cock twitch against her soaked slit.
You can't help it, your body reacts on its own and your hands fly to her hips, fingers sinking into the butt-blubber as you knead it roughly. The way it spills between your fingers, warm and yielding and so damn soft it feels like you're squeezing a pair of plush pillows, is fucking hypnotic. Jack purrs, rolling her hips in slow, filthy circles, letting you feel every inch of her cock-cushions molding around you to match your shape.
"… Your hands are greedy," she teases, reaching back to spread herself wider, giving you a lewd view of her glistening folds framed by those wobbling meaty monster cheeks, jiggling and shaking like jello. "But we don't mind. We like it when you look. Don't stop looking at us. Be with us forever~"
Then, with zero warning, she slams down, taking you to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Her ass-meat jiggles violently from the impact, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the forest as she starts bouncing with frenzied, uneven rhythm. Each rise and fall makes her dough-stuffed cheeks clap down in your lap as she lets out an adorable moan, pushing her face against your firm muscular chest for comfort.
The sheer force of Jack's bouncing sends shockwaves through your body, her fat ass-cheeks slamming against your thighs with each desperate thrust. Her tight little cunt grips you like a vice, pulsing around your cock as if trying to milk you dry already. The way her body moves is almost hypnotizing. Her petite frame shouldn't be able to handle this kind of brutal fucking, but she takes it like a champ, her breath coming in ragged little gasps against your chest.
Her ass, though–fuck–it's like she's swinging around two overstuffed pillows full of sin, jiggling wildly with every downward stroke of her hips. The sound of her clapping cheeks fills the air, a lewd metronome to the filthy symphony of your furious love-making. You can't resist, and your hands fly to her hips, fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh as you guide her movements, forcing her down harder and faster.
Jack lets out a high-pitched whine, her nails scraping down your chest as she clings to you. "M-More–!" she gasps, her voice trembling. "We want–ah!–we want all of you inside us!" Her words are slurred, her mind clearly fraying at the edges as pleasure overtakes her.
You oblige, snapping your hips up to meet her downward strokes, driving yourself deeper into her tight heat. The sensation is overwhelming. Her walls flutter around you, her body trembling as she nears her peak. Her ass bounces wildly, each impact sending ripples through her doughy cheeks, the sight alone enough to push you closer to the edge.
Then, without warning, Jack screams, her back arching as her orgasm crashes over her. Her cunt clenches around you like a fist, her juices gushing out in a hot rush as she collapses against you, her breath coming in ragged pants.
But she's not done.
Panting, she lifts herself slightly, her ass still twitching from the aftershocks, and turns her head to look at you with half-lidded eyes. "…You're not finished yet, are you?" she murmurs, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Good. We're not either."
And with that, she starts moving again, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, doing her best to keep milking you. But just as you're losing yourself in the rhythm of her greedy little cunt, a pair of hands suddenly slide up your chest from behind. Scáthach's nails are tracing teasing patterns along your skin as her breath ghosts over your ear.
"Tsk tsk," she purrs, her voice dripping with dark amusement as she presses a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck. "Did you two forget about the rest of us? You have three servants to satisfy, not just one…" Her fingers trail lower, tracing the outline of your abs before dipping dangerously close to where Jack is still bouncing on your cock. "Such a selfish child, hogging your attention when you need to share it with all three of us..."
Before you can respond, Astolfo pops up in front of you, his pink eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans in close. "Yeah! No fair, Assassin!" he pouts, sticking out his tongue playfully. "I wanna play too~" His small hands press against your chest, his own arousal evident as he grinds his hips against yours, his panties damp with precum from the show you and Jack were putting on without even being aware of it.
Jack's movements stutter for just a second. Her grip on your shoulders tightens up as a low, almost feral growl rumbles in her throat. Her emerald eyes narrow, flicking between Scáthach and Astolfo with something dangerously close to murder in her gaze.
Then, without warning, she slams down onto your cock with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs, her ass jiggling violently from the impact. Her walls clench around you like a vice, her body trembling as she leans forward, her lips brushing against your ear.
"Mine," she hisses, her voice dripping with possessiveness. "You're ours. Ours! Ours! Ours! You aren't allowed to leave us again. You can't leave us again. Mine! Mine! Mine!"
Her hips roll in slow, deliberate circles, her cunt milking you with every movement as if trying to wring every last drop from you before the others can interfere or try to steal you away. The way her fat ass jiggles with each motion is mesmerizing. So is the sight of her cheeks clapping together obscenely as she takes you deeper and harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps against your skin.
Scáthach lets out a dark chuckle, her fingers trailing down your spine. "Oh? Is that how it is?" she murmurs, her tone low and breathy as she presses one last kiss to your cheek before giving Jack a pat on her head that gets her a glare from the silver-haired girl. "I suppose we'll have to wait our turn then. He'll finish with you soon~" She says, and the words seem to stir a panic in the fat assed girl bouncing on your lap, encouraging her to swing her hips so hard they cause your skin to bruise and your Vibranium Skeleton to glow from the force of her fear-fueled thrusts.
Jack's body locks up as she feels your cock twitch inside her, her tiny fingers digging into your shoulders so hard that it makes your bones glow a faint blue, and showing off her bizarre strength. Her breath hitches, her voice breaking into a high, desperate whine as her cunt spasms around you in tight, rhythmic pulses. She's still milking you, begging for your release.
"P-Please–!" she gasps, her voice trembling with need. "Inside–inside us! Fill us! We want it–we want it all–!"
And then you explode inside her, your cock throbbing violently as thick ropes of cum flood her tight little womb. The sensation is overwhelming. Her walls clench around you like a vice, her body trembling as she rides out her own orgasm. Her juices mix with your seed as it spills deep inside her before starting to leak out from her core.
Her eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as pleasure wracks her tiny frame. Her plump ass quivers against your thighs, her cheeks jiggling with every shuddering breath she takes. Slowly, her body goes limp against yours, her forehead resting against your chest as she lets out a contented sigh, like a cat who finally caught a pest that'd been bothering her for days and got some 'cream' as her reward.
"…Warm," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "So warm… inside us…" A blissful smile spreads across her face, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin as her eyes flutter closed. "Feels like… home…"
For a moment, the forest is silent save for the sound of your ragged breathing and the soft, wet drip of cum leaking from her well-used pussy. Then, with a happy little hum, Jack nuzzles against your chest, her body curling into yours like a satisfied kitten.
Scáthach lets out an amused chuckle, her fingers carding through Jack's silver hair while the girl is too tired to resist the motherly act, if anything, the small girl seemed almost pleased, too tired to recognize who was pampering her. "Well," she murmurs, her voice laced with dark amusement. "That's one way to tame a little beast like Assassin. I suppose I can't judge, though I doubt my pup will ever give me as much trouble as this kitten will be causing you."
Astolfo, ever the excitable one, bounces on the balls of his feet, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "Ooooh! My turn next! I wanna feel all warm and fuzzy too~!"
Jack's grip on you tightens slightly, her sleepy gaze flicking to Astolfo with a hint of possessiveness. But for now, she's content. Her belly full, her body sated, and your seed is safely tucked inside her.
You are hers.
Now which of your servants will be next?
Your fingers trail down Jack's sweat-slicked back as she slumps against you, her tiny body still twitching with the aftershocks of pleasure. Her breath comes in soft, contented puffs against your collarbone, proving that she's utterly spent. But the hunger in your soul sucking away at your chakra hasn't been sated. Not even close, even if it has slightly lessened.
Your gaze lifts, locking onto Scáthach's smoldering crimson red eyes. The Queen of Shadows leans against a gnarled tree. She seems slightly surprised that you decided on her first, considering there was a femboy currently trying to get your attention so desperately. "Done coddling the kitten already?" she purrs, rolling her shoulders to make her own ample chest sway. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me entirely, or that I was going to have to wait until you've had your fun with your other new toy…"
Astolfo, ever the impatient one and clearly bored with Scáthach's slow response to your attention, bounces on his toes beside her, his pink eyes gleaming. "Hey, hey! Don't ignore me either! I wanna have fun with–mmph?!" Scáthach's hand clamps over his mouth, and she gives the small feminine boy a soft glare that has the small boy melt into a boneless heap in her arms.
"Patience, Saber," she chides, though her gaze never leaves yours. "The grown-ups are talking." She says, letting out a small chuckle when she takes in your own meager height. You may be more mature than Assassin or even Saber, but you certainly didn't look the part.
You shift Jack's limp form to the mossy ground, her silver hair fanning out like a halo as she curls into a ball, murmuring sleepily as she does her best to keep your load safe inside her. The moment your hands are free, Scáthach pushes off the tree, her hips swaying with predatory grace as she closes the distance.
As she passes Jack, she leans down and presses a gentle finger to the girl's midsection. With a quick flick of her wrist, a glowing symbol appears on Jack's stomach, and you feel the drain on your chakra shrink even more. It was as if you only had to maintain two 'servants' again.
"You almost started to neglect your duties," she murmurs, her voice like a velvet covered iron fist smashing into your senses. Her fingers hook under your chin, forcing your head back. "Hmm, I think I should give you some encouragement. As cute as your little kitten is, I can't have her distracting my newest student~"
Her kiss is like a brand. It's hot, demanding, and laced with the promise of violence if you try to resist. You can taste the sheer power she possesses, the iron tang of blood on her lips and the potent chakra coursing through her body. When she pulls away, her teeth graze your lower lip, nipping at you to further mark her territory.
Astolfo whines behind her, his small delicate fingers twisting in the fabric of his skirt. "N-No fair! I wanna…"
Scáthach's heel slams down on his foot without looking, causing the petite boy to let out a squeak before he disappears in a swirl of blue light. "You can have your turn later."
Then she's on you, her lithe muscular body pressing flush against yours as her nails trace possessive paths down your chest, pressing gentle teasing kisses against your forehead before trailing them down your neck.
Scáthach's grip on your jaw tightens as she leans in, her plush milk jugs pressing against your chest with enough weight to make your breath hitch. The heat radiating off her warforged body is intoxicating. It's impossible for you to resist every muscle coiled beneath her smooth skin, as her thighs flex and she pins you against the mossy ground with a single, effortless motion.
"Look at you," she murmurs, her voice smooth and sultry as her free hand trails down your torso, nails scraping lightly over your rock hard impressive abs. "So eager to please, yet so easily distracted." Her blood red eyes gleam with dark amusement as she shifts, one thick thigh sliding between your legs to grind against your already-hard cock. Her deadly muscles flexed deliberately to tease you with every subtle roll of her hips.
"You like this, don't you?" she purrs, leaning down until her lips brush your ear. "Being at my mercy. Letting me use you." Her breath is hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as her soft breasts press even tighter against you, the springy plump mounds on her chest a stark contrast to the unyielding strength of the rest of her body.
Her thigh presses harder, the firm velvety soft muscular limbs rubbing against your length in slow, torturous circles. "I could break you so easily," she muses, her voice dripping with dark promise. "But where's the fun in that?" Her other hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. She nips at the sensitive skin there, just hard enough to sting, before soothing it with a slow, wet lick.
"Mm, you taste almost as good as you smell," she hums, her tongue tracing the shell of your ear. "I think I'll savor you for a little longer."
With that, she lifts herself slightly, just enough to let you feel the absence of her warmth before slamming her hips down, her muscular thick thighs caging you in as she grinds against you with deliberate, punishing slowness. The way her body moves is dangerous, every flex of her muscles, every shift of her weight designed to drive you wild with pure unfettered need.
"Beg," she commands, her voice low and dangerous. "Beg for me to let you come."
Hmm, yeah, you think you've had enough of that.
The moment your hands clamp around Scáthach's wrists, her crimson eyes widen. Not even in anger, but in shock. The Queen of Shadows isn't used to being manhandled, let alone by someone smaller than her and someone who is so… cute. But the way your fingers dig into her skin, the way your hips buck up against her thick thighs, sends an unfamiliar jolt of heat straight to her core, one that only gets worse when she sees the feral smirk on your face.
"Oho?" she purrs, obviously trying to regain control with a sensual roll of her hips, but her voice wavers ever so slightly. "What's this? A little rebellion–?"
You don't let her finish. In one fluid motion, you flip her onto her back, pinning her beneath you with your body weight, your immense strength helping as well. You aren't exactly an expert grappler, even if you do have a strange talent for it. She could get herself free if she wanted to. She doesn't.
The moss cushions her fall, but the impact still knocks the breath from her lungs. Her plush milk jugs jiggle with the force, her toned stomach flexing as she instinctively tries to resist, but then your cock grinds against her soaked slit, and those powerful thighs of hers tremble with need.
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"Ah–!" The sound slips out before she can stop it, her lips parting in surprise. It was almost cute, how such a dominant and strict woman could moan like an inexperienced virgin.
You lean down, your breath hot against her ear, pushing Intimidation and your Dread Aura to the max and feeling her body shudder beneath you in response. Not from fear, from arousal. "You talk too much," you murmur, your voice low and rough as your Acting and Kama Sutra combine to turn you into the perfect lover for the Shadow Queen. "Maybe I should shut you up~"
Scáthach's breath hitches. Her usual smirk falters, replaced by something far more vulnerable, her crimson red eyes looking at you with pure curiosity and interest coloring her gaze. Her fingers twitch against the ground, her nails digging into the earth as your hips roll against hers, the friction that was almost unbearable for you mere moments before now becoming something that almost drove the mature older woman mad with lust.
"Y-You–" she starts, but the words die in her throat when your teeth sink into the curve of her neck. Her back arches off the ground, a strangled moan tearing from her lips as you lay claim to her body like she had tried with you. A protest on her lips that never has a moment to escape through her moans and needy whimpers.
This isn't supposed to happen.
She's the Queen of Shadows. The Witch of Dún Scáith. The Lord of Ghosts. She doesn't submit, certainly not to a boy who she could fold into a pretzel! She had her pick of men over the ages, the strongest men in the world, and none of them could tame her…
And yet–
Your cock pressed against her entrance, and her thighs fell open without hesitation. Instead, all she could do was give you a look of pure adoration.
"F-Fuck–!" she gasps, her voice breaking as you slide inside her in one brutal thrust. Her walls clamp down around you, her body betraying her as it greedily takes every inch.
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You don't give her time to adjust. You set a punishing pace, your hips slamming into hers with enough force that it sets off your Vibranium Skeleton. Every swing of your hips earning a sharp cry from the Shadow Queen's plump pillowy lips.
Scáthach's fingers claw at the forest floor beneath her, her usually composed face twisted in pure ecstasy as you ruin her. Each thrust sends shockwaves through her powerful frame, her milk jugs bouncing wildly with every brutal snap of your hips. Her thighs, those thick, muscular pillars of dominance, now tremble helplessly around your waist, her body betraying her pride as she clings to you like a lifeline.
"F-Fuck! Hah!" Her voice cracks, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you piston into her with relentless force. The wet, filthy slap of skin-on-skin echoes through the forest, mixing with her choked moans. Her crimson eyes glaze over, pupils blown wide with lust as her tight cunt spasms around your cock, her walls fluttering like a desperate, hungry thing.
This isn't right.
She was the one who taught warriors, who tamed warriors, not the other way around. Even the Child of Light hadn't been able to resist her charms, and she had him scared off like a pathetic mutt after just a night at her tender mercies.
Unfortunately for her, she couldn't tame you. You are a Bitchbreaker who is just too much for her to handle.
"M-More!" The word tears from her throat unbidden, her hips bucking up to meet your thrusts. Her nails raked down your back, drawing faint streaks of red from your skin as she tried to pull you deeper inside her tight quivering depths. "Harder!"
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You oblige, slamming into her with enough force to make her scream, her back arching off the ground as her orgasm crashes over her. Her cunt clenches like a vice, her juices gushing around your cock as she trembles beneath you. But you don't stop.
You can't stop.
Not when she's looking at you like that, with her lips parted and her eyes hazy with submission. Her body was begging for more, even if her spirit was still unbroken and demanding that she try and mount one final chance at redemption.
"P-Please!" she whimpers, her voice barely above a whisper. For a second, you think she might seize it, this last chance at her dignity. The next words to leave her lips instead seem to do the opposite. "Don't stop!"
Her hands scramble to grip your shoulders, her fingers digging in as if afraid you'll pull away. The mighty Scáthach, reduced to a mess. Her pride was shattered, her body addicted to the feeling of your cock stretching her open.
And you still weren't done. In fact, you had barely even gotten started.
With a wet plop, you pull out of Scáthach's quivering cunt, her juices glistening on your shaft as she whines at the sudden emptiness. Before she can protest, you grab her by the violet colored hair and drag her down your body, forcing her onto her knees between your spread thighs.
"Open," you command, tapping your cock against her plush parted lips.
For a heartbeat, she hesitates, that royal pride flashing in her crimson eyes. That pride vanishes when you smear her own slick across her mouth. Her tongue darts out instinctively, lapping at the bitter-salty taste of her juices mixed with your precum. A shudder runs through her warrior's frame as the flavor registers, her pupils blowing wider even as she gives your crotch a desperate sniff, your Musk oddly effective on the broken Shadow Queen.
"Good girl," you purr, watching as her impressive resolve crumbles.
Her plush lips wrap around your tip, suckling gently at first, like she was a virgin giving your cock her first kiss. That innocence only lasted until you thrust forward, fucking her throat with the same brutal pace you'd taken her pussy. She gags, tears welling in her eyes as her nose presses into your pelvis, but her hands rise obediently to cradle her milk jugs, squeezing them around the base of your shaft as it slides down her throat.
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The heat of her mouth. The velvet-soft press of her tits. The way her throat flutters around you as she chokes, it all works together to make your balls tingle with that extreme virility of yours getting ready to show itself to the Shadow Queen.
"Look at you," you groan, pulling your cock out of her mouth with a pop and rolling your hips to grind it against her face, watching her lick and sniff at it like the needy bitch you've turned her into. "Queen of Shadows? More like Queen of Cock."
She doesn't even respond, she just forces your cock back down her throat and moans around your length, the vibration making your toes curl. Her fingers pinch her own nipples, twisting them roughly as if punishing herself for how much she loves this. Drool spills down her chin, mixing with precum as you fuck her face with short, sharp thrusts.
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When you finally pull back, she gasps for air, but her tongue lolls out immediately, begging wordlessly for more.
"Pathetic," you chuckle, slapping your cock against her flushed cheeks. "You'd trade that fancy spear of yours for my cum, wouldn't you?~"
Her answer is a broken whimper as she nuzzles into your thigh, inhaling your Musk like it's the only thing keeping her alive.
You grab Scáthach by her thick violet hair again, yanking her head back as you drag her off your cock with a lewd string of saliva still connecting her lips to your tip. Her crimson eyes are glazed over, pupils blown wide with desperate hunger as she pants like a bitch in heat.
"On your hands and knees," you growl, giving her a rough shove forward.
The mighty warrior queen scrambles to obey, her toned back arching as she presents her plump ass to you, her soaked cunt glistening between her thick thighs.
You don't make her wait.
With one brutal thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt inside her once again, drawing a sharp cry from her lips as her walls stretch to accommodate you, her insides somehow still impossibly tight. Her cunt clenches around you like a vice, pulsing with need as you immediately set a punishing pace, your hips slamming into her with enough force to make her milk jugs sway wildly beneath her.
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"F-Fuck! Yes! Just like that!" Scáthach's voice is ragged, her usual composure shattered as she pushes back against you, meeting every thrust with desperate urgency. After all that's happened so far, she doesn't even pretend to resist anymore. "Harder! Ruin me! Make me forget my own name!"
You oblige, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as you pound into her with reckless abandon. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the air, mixing with her choked moans and the creaking of your Vibranium Skeleton as even its literally impossible durability struggles to keep up with the sheer force of your fucking.
Her body betrays her completely, her cunt fluttering around you as another orgasm tears through her, her juices gushing around your cock as she screams your name. She's taking you so perfectly, her tight little hole milking you like she was born for it.
"P-Please!" she sobs, her voice breaking as she claws at the ground. "Fill me! I need it! I need your cum!"
Her begging is all it takes to push you over the edge. Your hips snap forward one final time, burying your cock to the hilt in Scáthach's spasming cunt as your balls tighten against her ass. Her back arches off the mossy ground, a guttural scream tearing from her throat as you pump her full of your seed. Thick ropes of cum flood her womb, each pulse of your cock drawing another broken moan from her lips.
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Her milk jugs bounce wildly with each shuddering breath, her toned stomach twitching as your cum paints her insides white. The Shadow Queen's thighs tremble around your waist, her powerful muscles reduced to useless pieces of vanity that are only good for making your cock throb inside of her as she takes your load like a good bitch.
When you finally pull out, a lewd mixture of cum and her own juices dribbles from her well-used hole, painting her inner thighs in sticky streaks. Scáthach's chest heaves, her crimson eyes glazed over with a mix of exhaustion and bliss.
"Ah... ah..." She pants, her voice hoarse from screaming. One hand drifts to her stomach, pressing lightly as if trying to feel the warmth of your cum inside her. Then, that same strange rune she placed on Jack's stomach would appear on her own, and the drain on your chakra got even smaller. A slow, smug smile curls her lips, her tongue darting out to lick a stray drop of sweat from her upper lip.
"Good boy," she murmurs, her voice dripping with an odd maternal pride despite the wrecked state of her body. "Filling your new teacher up so thoroughly...~"
Her fingers trail through the mess on her thighs, gathering your cum on her fingertips before bringing them to her lips. She sucks them clean with a lewd pop, her eyes never leaving yours.
"Next time," she purrs, her voice is still shaky but it is slowly regaining some of that dominant edge now that she's being given a moment to get her bearings, "I'll make sure you earn it."
But the way her legs tremble when she tries to stand betrays her. The mighty Scáthach, just got ruined by her student's cock. She's addicted to you now, even more than the 'kitten' she enjoyed mocking at the start.
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The moment Scáthach collapses bonelessly onto the moss covered forest floor, a pink blur appears out of thin air and tackles you from behind. Astolfo's lithe body is suddenly pressed flush against your back, his pert bubble-butt grinding against your spent cock with shameless enthusiasm and doing his very best to make your short refractory period even shorter. "M-My turn! You promised~!" he whines, his voice dripping with need as his delicate fingers trace the cum-smeared outline of your abs.
You barely have time to react before he flips around, dropping to his knees in front of you with a dramatic flourish, making… bunny ears(?) with his hands as he sniffs at your cock. His pink eyes gleam with mischief as he nuzzles his cheek against your thigh. "Mmm, you smell so good," he purrs, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. "All sweaty and musky after pounding your mean sensei stupid~"
Scáthach lets out a weak groan from the ground, but Astolfo ignores her, too busy running his tongue along the vein of your half-hard length. His pink hair tickles your stomach as he takes you into his mouth with a lewd pop, his lips stretching obscenely around your girth.
"Ngh! S'bigger than I thought–" he mumbles around your cock, drool already dripping down his chin. His hands scramble to cup your balls, kneading the heavy musky orbs with reverence. "Sooo full for me, right? Gonna paint my insides white too?"
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You fist a hand in his silky pink hair, guiding his head down until his nose brushes your pelvis. Astolfo gags, tears welling in his eyes, but his throat clenches around you greedily, milking you with every choked swallow. His free hand sneaks between his own thighs, rubbing frantic circles over the damp fabric of his panties.
"H-Harder!" he squeaks when you pull back, strings of saliva connecting his lips to your tip. "I wanna feel you in my throat tomorrow, Mastah!"
The sheer desperation in his voice, the way his thighs quiver as he grinds his pre-cum soaked length against his own fingers, just the sight of it shatters your last shred of restraint. You flip him onto his back, ripping his frilly panties aside to reveal his puckering delicate asshole.
"Eep! Brr, that's kinda cold~" Astolfo's giggles turn into a sharp gasp as you spit on his tight little hole, your thumb circling the fluttering rim before pressing in without warning. His back arches off the ground, pink hair fanning out beneath him as his cock twitches pathetically against his stomach. "A-Ah! R-Rude! W-Warn a guy next t–nngh!" His protest dissolves into a moan when you add a second finger, scissoring him open with rough, impatient strokes.
Pre-cum beads at his tip as he squirms, his thighs clamping around your wrist. "S-So mean~" he whines, but the way his insides cling to your fingers betrays how much he loves it. "J-Just fuck me already, you–eeeek!"
You replace your fingers with your cock in one brutal thrust, sheathing yourself to the hilt in his velvety heat. Astolfo's scream echoes through the forest, his nails raking down your back as his body struggles to adjust. Tears spill from his pink eyes, streaking his flushed cheeks as he babbles nonsense. "T-Too much! T-Too deep! M-Mastah, I–hnnng!"
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You don't give him time to recover. Setting a punishing pace, you slam into him with enough force to make his plump boy-butt jiggle with every snap of your hips. His prostate takes a brutal pummeling, his cock leaking incessantly as his legs tremble around your waist.
"P-Please! I-I can't–!" he sobs, but his hands clutch at your shoulders, pulling you closer. His breath hitches when you lean down to bite his earlobe, your voice a low growl against his skin.
"Take it. You begged for this."
His entire body seizes up as his orgasm crashes over him, his cum painting his stomach in sticky streaks.
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But you're far from done. Grabbing his hips, you flip him onto his hands and knees, driving into him from behind as his overstimulated cries fill the air.
"M-More!" he wails, his voice breaking as his vision whites out. "Fill me! Breed me! I wanna–!"
Astolfo's squeals reach a fever pitch as you hammer into his prostate with jackhammer precision, each thrust jolting his slender frame forward. His pink hair clings to his sweat-slicked forehead as he drools openly, his tongue lolling out like a bitch in heat. "Nnnf! M-Mastah's cock is–guh!–bullying my insides!" he wails, his voice cracking as you angle your hips to grind against that sweet spot relentlessly.
His hole clenches around you in erratic spasms, fluttering like a frantic heartbeat as you deny him any reprieve. Every snap of your hips punches another broken sound from his throat, half-sob and half-laugh, as his overstimulated cock twitches pathetically, dribbling thin strands of cum onto the forest floor below.
"You said you wanted it rough," you growl, yanking his head back by his hair to expose the delicate column of his throat. Your teeth sink into the junction of his neck and shoulder, marking him as his back arches violently. "Now take it!"
Astolfo's response is a garbled mess of pleas and praise, his words dissolving into mindless static as you piston into him with renewed fury. His thighs quiver, his knees threatening to give out, but you keep him upright with an iron grip on his hips, your fingers digging bruises into his porcelain skin.
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The slap of skin-on-skin drowns out his hiccuping moans, the lewd squelch of his well-used hole echoing obscenely in the twilight air. His arms give out, his chest hitting the ground as his ass stays raised in shameless offering, his pink tailcoat rucked up around his waist.
"P-Please! I-I'll—ah!—I'll do anything!" he sobs, his voice raw. "J-Just—nngh!—don't stop! Ruin me! Ruin me more!"
His desperation is delicious. You lean over him, your chest pressing against his sweat-slicked back as you whisper directly into his ear: "Then cum."
The command, paired with a particularly vicious thrust, sends him spiraling. His scream is primal, his hole clamping down on you like a vice.
Astolfo's entire body convulses as his second orgasm tears through him, his cock spurting nothing but thin, watery strings as his prostate is mercilessly abused. His fingers claw at the dirt, his vision swimming as drool pools beneath his slack jaw. "H-Hah... hah... t-too much... t-too g-good..." he slurs, his voice wrecked beyond recognition.
But you're not done.
Wrapping an arm around his waist, you haul him upright, his back pressed flush against your chest as you continue to pound into his ruined hole. His head lolls back onto your shoulder, his pink eyes rolling as his overstimulated body trembles like a leaf in a storm.
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"Look at you," you murmur against the shell of his ear, your voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "A total mess. And we're just getting started."
Your free hand drifts down to his twitching cock, giving the oversensitive length a few lazy strokes. Astolfo screams, his thighs clamping around your wrist as his hole spasms around your cock. "N-No! I-I can't–ah! AH!–I c-can't cum again!" he sobs, his voice breaking.
"Too bad," you purr, your fingers tightening around his shaft. "You don't get a say."
His third orgasm hits him like a freight train, his body seizing as his cock spurts weakly, his cum painting his stomach in pathetic, dribbling streaks. His hole milks your cock desperately, his walls fluttering as if trying to coax out your release.
Astolfo's body goes limp in your arms, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as his mind floats in a haze of pleasure-pain. His pink eyelashes flutter, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks as his ruined hole continues to twitch around your cock, his prostate so overstimulated that even the slightest movement sends jolts of electricity up his spine.
You tighten your grip around his waist, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of his hips as you resume your brutal pace. His head lolls back against your shoulder, his lips parted in a silent scream as you destroy him. The wet slap of skin-on-skin fills the air, mingling with the choked, broken noises spilling from his throat.
"P-Please... mercy..." he whimpers, his voice barely above a whisper. His fingers twitch weakly against your forearm, his nails leaving faint red trails on your skin.
"Mercy?" you chuckle darkly, your breath hot against his ear. "You didn't want mercy when you were begging for my cock."
His response is a broken sob as you angle your hips just right, your tip grinding against his swollen prostate with every thrust. His cock jerks pathetically against his stomach, dribbling the last remnants of his cum as his body convulses in your arms.
"Look at you," you murmur, your voice dripping with amusement. "A complete wreck. And you love it, don't you?"
Astolfo's only response is a weak nod, his pink eyes glazed over as his tongue lolls out, drool dripping down his chin. His body has given up resisting, his muscles slack as he takes whatever you give him.
You can feel your own release building, your balls tightening against his ass as your thrusts grow erratic. With a final, brutal snap of your hips, you bury yourself to the hilt, your cum flooding his insides in thick, hot ropes.
Astolfo's body jerks as he feels your release, his hole clenching weakly around your cock as if trying to milk every last drop. His breath hitches, his fingers twitching against your arm as his mind finally succumbs to the pleasure, his vision going white at the edges.
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You slowly pull out, watching with dark satisfaction as your cum leaks from his gaping hole, painting his trembling thighs white. His breath comes in shallow, hiccuping gasps, his fingers twitching against the moss as he struggles to process the sheer violation of his body.
A weak giggle bubbles up from his throat, delirious and airy. "Hah... haha... y-you... really... wrecked me...M-Mastah…" His voice is hoarse, barely audible, but the dopey smile on his face says it all.
Scáthach, having regained some semblance of composure, watches from the sidelines with a mix of amusement and something dangerously close to approval on her face. Her crimson eyes gleam as she takes in the sight of Astolfo's utterly ruined form.
"Hmm, I didn't take you for a believer in 'warrior bonds', Master," she murmurs, though there's no real bite to her words. If anything, she sounds... impressed.
Astolfo manages a weak thumbs-up, his arm shaking with the effort. "W-Worth it...~" You just smirk in response, running a hand through his sweat-dampened pink hair. "Ready for round two then?"
His eyes widen comically, his entire body seizing in protest. "N-NOOOOO–!"
Astolfo's shriek of protest is cut off as you flip him onto his stomach, his plump bubble-butt jiggling obscenely from the sudden movement. His hole winks at you, still gaping slightly from your earlier assault, a thin trickle of cum leaking down his trembling thighs. His fingers claw at the mossy forest floor beneath him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries, and fails, to scramble away.
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"N-No! I-I can't…my insides are mush!" he wails, his voice cracking as his overstimulated body trembles. His cock twitches pathetically against his stomach, still dribbling the occasional weak spurt of cum.
You lean down, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as your hands knead the soft flesh of his ass. "Weird, I remember someone begging me to 'not stop' and to 'ruin him'," you murmur, your voice dripping with false sympathy. "I said I would, and I always keep my word."
Astolfo whimpers, his pink hair sticking to his flushed cheeks as he buries his face in his arms. "M-Mastah's a meanie..." he mumbles, but the way his hips instinctively tilt back betrays him.
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You don't give him time to overthink it. With a single, brutal thrust, you're buried to the hilt once more, his velvety walls clamping down around you in a vice-like grip. Astolfo's entire body seizes, his back arching as a broken scream tears from his throat.
"T-Too much! T-Too full!" he sobs, his fingers scrabbling at the ground for purchase. His hole flutters wildly around your cock, his prostate already swollen and sensitive from your earlier abuse.
You set a relentless pace, your hips slamming into his ass with enough force to make his cheeks ripple. The lewd slap of skin-on-skin echoes through the forest, mingling with Astolfo's hiccuping moans. His cock bounces with each thrust, his neglected length weeping pitifully as his body is pushed beyond its limits.
"P-Please! I-I'll–ah!–I'll do anything!" he babbles, his voice hoarse. "J-Just–nngh!–slow down!"
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You chuckle darkly, a smile on your face as you abuse the cute boy's body. "Anything? Well, my cock has gotten pretty messy… why don't you clean it for me?~"
Astolfo's pink eyes widen as your words register, his breath hitching in his throat. His tongue darts out to wet his swollen lips, a mix of hesitation and hunger flickering across his flushed face. The sight of your cock glistening with a mixture of his own slick and your cum makes his thighs tremble, whether in fear or anticipation, even he isn't sure.
"Y-You mean... suck it after it went inside me?" he squeaks, his voice cracking. His fingers twitch against the forest floor, his body still thrumming with overstimulation. But the way his gaze lingers on your length betrays his interest in the idea.
You smirk, giving his ass a sharp smack that makes him yelp. "Unless you'd rather I keep wrecking this tight little hole of yours forever. I think I have a few rounds left in me~"
That gets him moving.
With a whimper, Astolfo shifts onto his knees, his movements shaky as he turns to face you. His pink hair is a mess, sticking to his sweat-slicked skin, and his lips are kiss-bruised and parted. He hesitates for only a second before leaning in, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up your shaft, collecting the mess of cum and pre with a shudder.
"Mmm... salty..." he mumbles, his nose scrunching adorably before he takes you into his mouth with a lewd pop. His pink eyelashes flutter as he works his tongue along your length, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks with a desperate enthusiasm.
You thread your fingers through his hair, guiding his pace as he bobs his head, his throat fluttering around your tip. Drool drips down his chin, mixing with the remnants of his earlier ruin, and the sight of it is filthy. He doesn't even seem to mind either, slowly getting back to his usual fanciful and mischievous self while gagging on your cock.
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"Good boy," you purr, your grip tightening as he gags around you. "But you missed a spot."
Astolfo pulls back with a wet gasp, his lips swollen and glistening. He looks genuinely offended and hungry at the same time. "W-Where?" he pants, his voice an eager squeak at the thought of more cum he can suck off of your cock.
You tap the head of your cock against his cheek, smearing a fresh spurt of precum across his flushed skin. "Right here."
His eyes darken and with a hungry whine, he nuzzles into your touch, his tongue lapping at the tip of your length with a glint in his rose pink eyes.
Astolfo's pink eyes glaze over with a mix of delirium and devotion as he nuzzles his cheek against your slick cockhead, his tongue darting out to kitten-lick the salty beads of pre off your slit. His lips part with a wet pop as he takes just the tip between his teeth. He isn't biting, but teasing, as his canines dragging ever so slightly along the sensitive ridge. The contrast of his playful smirk and his utterly ruined state, with hair matted with sweat, his thighs still trembling from overstimulation, and his hole dripping, makes your cock twitch against his tongue.
"Mmm~ Tastes even better when it's all mine," he purrs, his voice hoarse from screaming. His fingers trail down his own stomach, smearing the mess of cum across his abs before bringing them to his lips. He sucks his digits clean with a lewd moan, pinky raised like some noble sipping tea. "S-See? I'm a good boy, right Mastah?"
You don't answer. Instead, you fist his hair and shove his face into your groin, your cockhead nudging the back of his throat. Astolfo gags, his nose buried in your musk, but his hands fly to your thighs. He's not trying to push you away, but to cling to you even tighter. With his nails digging into your skin as he forces himself to relax. Tears spill down his flushed cheeks as he swallows around you.
Scáthach watches from the sidelines, her crimson eyes half-lidded with amusement. "What a pathetic excuse for a hero," she muses, though her fingers trail absently along her body, gently tracing the light bruises from her own time spent underneath you. "And yet… I suppose I'm not allowed to judge." She'd say with a sigh, before approaching Astolfo and tracing a rune above his own stomach, finalizing the ritual to stop the mana-drain while the pink-haired boy slurped on your dick.
He'd pull his face off your crotch with a wet slurp, leaning down to lap at your balls while giggling. "Hehe, that feels tingly, and Mastah's sac à couilles smells really good…"
The forest is silent for a little bit after that.
Not from peace, nothing about the clearing feels peaceful after the wringer you put the three servants through.
No, the silence is the kind born after a sweaty and panting lovemaking session. After the pleasure fades and the four of you crash back into reality, leaving torn up dirt and puddles of semen as the last real fragments of it.
Astolfo stays on his knees, lapping at your crotch and still trying to earn the last load of this impromptu orgy. His body is a twitching satisfied wreck, and his chest rises and falls in shallow pants. His pale skin glistened with sweat and was flushed from overstimulation. Scáthach, back to her composed and deadly self, reclines against a tree nearby, her hair tousled and her armor just slightly misaligned, with the only proof that she had even been involved in your debauchery being the pool of cum dripping down from between her thighs and her still perky bruised nipples.
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You stood between the two of them, finally letting chakra flow back into your reserves using Total Concentration Breathing and the overwhelming power of your Feng Shui Engine. With a sigh, Divine Healing Light would cover your body, bathing you in a holy glow and undoing whatever light damage you'd suffered during your relentless fucking as well as off-setting the strain of the sudden refill to your chakra reserves.
Mana transfer complete.
Your hand twitches as a flash of multi-colored light fills your vision.
[Feat Achieved:
Fuck a Loli - 1 Bronze Ticket
Fuck a Ghost - 1 Platinum Ticket
Impregnate a Ghost - 1 Diamond Ticket
Fuck Your Teacher - 1 Silver Ticket
Dominate a being much more powerful than you - 1 Silver Ticket
Make a being more powerful than you addicted to your cock - 1 Gold Ticket
Have Anal Sex for the first time - 1 Bronze Ticket
Fuck a Femboy - 1 Bronze Ticket
Open: Y/N?]
Holy shit that was a lot of rewards. Were you subconsciously pressing 'N' with every swing of your hips or something? Also… Impregnate a Spirit? Sounds like you forgot to toggle off Golden Shot. Fuck. How are you gonna tell the fat-assed little murderer curled up on the forest floor that she's gonna be a 'mommy' herself? Well, maybe one of the rolls will help? You pressed 'Y'.
Lady Killer (Trait) - You are a natural lady killer, women always find you at least a little attractive regardless of their preferences, and a decent chunk of women would consider you handsome.
Well, you were already pretty popular, a real Harem King come to life, but it was better than worthless. At least now you know they'll find you attractive while you're pounding their brains out. You aren't just a nice cock anymore. Maybe it'll even help you give Assassin her special news.
Ability Ticket (Item) - A ticket that acts as a 10x Advantage Platinum Ability Gacha Ticket
Ah, well that seems interesting at least. Still, it was hard to get excited for the possibility of getting something good, even if the idea of having a choice over what you might get did sound a little bit exciting.
Titans Thunder (Item) - A sword of thunder that grants its user the power and might of the giants. It grants its user extreme physical strength and the ability to rain down thunder by expending their own energy. Enhances the power of lightning-based abilities when used as a focus. (Hota)
A third sword? Where are you going to put this one? In your mouth? Besides, you don't really have any lightning based abilities. Maybe you'll use it instead of Shusui or Ebony Fang if you need the strength boost, but realistically, you're more likely to use a different strength boosting Ability instead.
Maybe Yoruichi-sensei would like an apology gift for you wrecking her last sword?
Obsidian Gargoyles (Card) - Grants the user the ability to summon obsidian statues of Gargoyle's given life, these flying animated statues are deceptively fast, durable and strong. Being able to tear a grown man in half like they are paper and ignore small arms. The user gets a small army of these creatures, their numbers increase as the user gets stronger, starting at 5.
Or maybe she wants the ability to summon an army of flying ugly stone golems? Honestly, you don't know which ally of yours could use this ability most. Sombra probably, she'd be able to play them off as a weird summoning contract and could use the extra muscle for when her genjutsu won't work.
Like against a certain Uchiha.
Taming Specialist (Trait) - You are skilled at the art of turning a wild animal into a domesticated one.
Well, if the Inuzuka girl wasn't already fucked the next time you saw her, this pretty much sealed her fate… probably. Honestly, it said it only applied to animals, but considering your skills could apply to people to a lesser extent, you'd assume a talent for that skill would work the same way. You didn't get to ponder the implications of that roll for long though…
You felt it before you saw the textbox appear. The sky darkened slightly. Pressure builds inside of you, before finally bursting free as a multi-colored window describing your next ability appears.
Primordial Sea (Ability) - Allows you to call down the primordial sea, summoning a torrential downpour and mighty waves that swallow the land you are on. During Primordial Sea, all water-based abilities are greatly boosted while all fire-based abilities below Epic rank are snuffed out and those above are greatly weakened.
A vision of ancient waters crashes into your mind. These were the oceans that covered the world before time itself. A power that could drown continents. The ability to call it down. It isn't just water, it's the power to shape the globe, to redraw the lines of nations.
As the ability settles into your soul, you feel something else shift, as your next roll settles in.
Mysterious Stranger (Trait) - A guardian angel with a revolver and a fedora, always just slightly out of reach. Sometimes, in moments the stranger will come and offer you his brief assistance, maybe he shoots your enemy in the ankle to cripple them or disables a trap you need him to. (Once the functionality of a skilled man with a gun becomes useless for the MC, the mysterious stranger will drop by one last time and give them a gold rarity trait ticket as a refund before the trait disappears.)
There's a click, like a door slamming shut. But when you spin around, there's no one there. Only a whisper of wind and the faint scent of smoke. You feel him watching, tucked just outside of space. Not an ally or familiar, no, instead he seems to have already left. When you turn back around, there's a shiny golden ticket on the ground.
Bit of a dick move, but oh well. Seems like you have already outgrown his ability to lend a hand, so he just refunded you and let you get back to gambling. With a smirk, you'd rip open the golden ticket he left behind.
Limit Break (Ability) - "Time to go all out" Upon activating Limit Break, for 4 minutes and 11 seconds all parameters and energy regeneration are increased, in addition, your ability Slots are removed, allowing you to use all Abilities at once. This ability places immense strain on your body and can kill you. 7 Day cooldown.
Oh? You could feel that one settling into your soul. A switch that you could slot in at any moment to turn yourself into a being of incredible power. Even while you were limited to a handful of Abilities, you could outfight the majority of Shinobi. Giving you access to all of them along with a buff on-top of it? That was practically begging for the maps to get redrawn whenever you pull that ability out.
Heh, you might even get your own giant stone statue. The Valley of Sōkotsu has got a nice ring to it
Charismatic Sunglasses (Item) - A pair of really cool-looking sunglasses that make you seem more charismatic. Are the sunglasses charismatic because they look cool or do they look cool because they make you more charismatic?
They shimmer into being at your side with a momentary flex of willpower. They're matte black, sharp-edged, and dripping with an effortless cool-factor that's hard to describe. You slide them onto your face without thinking.
A little bit underwhelming after everything else you got from the Gacha, but still fun. Besides, a pair of nice thick sunglasses could help cover the fact one of your eyes is the wrong color. Might help make the reveal more dramatic when you active the Feng Shui Engine and decide to take fights seriously.
They also look pretty bad-ass.
With a smug smile on your face, you'd slide your new shades higher up the bridge of your nose and notice how they seemed to glint in the light of the underbrush just right.
A single thought echoes across your mind, unprompted.
Wait, I still have a ticket to use!
With another mental tug at you 'inventory', you'd pull out the strange Platinum Ticket you rolled earlier, before tearing it open.
Immediately you'd be greeted by an infinitely long list of Abilities. A second later, 10 would be highlighted for you to pick from. You read through each of them carefully. Some were better than others, and some seemed unbelievably powerful.
In the end, you settled on the ability that seemed the most useful to you in both the short and the long-term.
Sage (Ability) - Allows the user to massively boost their thought speed, comprehension, and reasoning skills to a level beyond that of a computer. (Slime Tensei)
Beyond the tempting name, Sage seemed like an obvious pick for two main reasons. One, intelligence wasn't something you should underestimate. After spending years of your life as an unaware dumbass, you didn't want to go back to that. Secondly, being able to turn your brain into a computer seemed incredibly useful for boosting the mental aspect of your chakra, which was massively lagging behind the physical half.
Plus getting an epithet like 'The Bone Sage of Kumo' in the bingo-book would be kick-ass. Sure, you're probably gonna get a kick-ass epithet anyways, since you're practically a living engine of destruction, but that doesn't change the fact that the name of the ability was pretty cool.
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Your reflection on your amazing decision making skills was interrupted by the sounds of Astolfo's twitches and groans. The pink-haired boy was still nuzzling his face against your chest as you belatedly realize you've just spent the last 10 minutes staring off into space.
"...Still worth it," he slurs, licking at your chest and not even seeming to notice your weird bout of awkward silence.
Scatach isn't so distracted. Her smirk widens, and her fingers go down to stroke your still erect cock through it all.
"Mmm, how interesting. I don't know what just happened, but you suddenly feel much more powerful, Master. Care to explain?~"
You glance at her. She's already given you a soft and pretty smile that would melt the hearts of most men. It was the kind of smile that inspired the tales of fictional princesses who caused wars and bloodshed through their beauty alone.
Unfortunately, to your advanced senses, her smile wasn't comforting.
It was terrifying.
You're still reeling from Scathach's scary blood-curdling smile when you feel it. It's barely a pulse. It was sharp and subtle, almost elegant in its approach.
Your Life Radar picks it up, taking in the strange and alien chakra. A flicker on the edge of its range, nearly too quick and precise to notice. You feel it, but barely. It was like someone was tiptoeing over the edge of your range. Honestly it would be almost frightening. If you weren't sure that you could kill 99% of the people in the village at this point.
Your distracted daydreaming of screaming Konoha shinobi is disturbed by another flicker, closer this time.
You tense.
Even now, with your chest slick with sweat and your chakra drained from taming three otherworldly titans into orgasmic obedience, your instincts are honed, especially once you activate Sage to process everything going on thousands of times faster. You don't move. You don't alert the others. You let it wash over you like mist, studying it, tasting the signature.
It's… familiar.
It's also focused. Some kind of perception technique, but not anything common to the Five Great Nations. Not your average Sensor. Not a Hyuga staring at you with their Byakugan. This is something different. It's almost like they're staring straight into you, and not in the way a Byakugan would. Life Radar and Sage work together to let you pick up every single twitch and shiver coming from the ninja rapidly approaching.
The eagerness they're showing as they get closer, the almost desperate need to reach you. For a moment you thought maybe Fuu had a sensor technique she didn't tell you about and was charging through the forest to come find you.
But this wasn't Fuu. The Chakra coming towards you was heavy and dense, but not as dark or as primal as what stirred inside of Fuu. No, it was just powerful. Almost heavy.
And that's when you know who's coming.
You look toward the trees, just once to confirm your suspicions. You don't say anything as she approaches you, you just give her a smug grin as she gets closer and closer.
Then she steps from the shadows.
Her previously silky spiky red hair is wild, and it's damp with sweat and blood, tied back in a crude knot with her headband. One of her eyes is swollen, bruised, and her glasses cracked. Her lip has split and been clumsily stitched with some kind of makeshift thread. But her smirk? That crooked, hungry grin?
It was even more feral, even more desperate than it was the last time you saw her.
The glasses wearing redhead emerged from the brush like a feral beast on two legs. Spiky odd-looking chains drag behind her, thick and shining, and soaked red with blood. One of them still has a chunk of what might have been bear hide clinging to it.
She looks exhausted. Her potent chakra has been ground down to embers. She reeks of blood, her own desperation, and an oddly sweet aroma. Did she try and cover herself in flowers before coming here?
Still, the moment her eyes find yours, they light up.
"There you are," she breathes, her voice hoarse but ecstatic as her exhausted body bounces on her feet, doing her best to shake off the pain as she looks ready to collapse into your chest, not even caring about the two servants who were there first. "Took me long enough."
Astolfo stirs on your chest, groaning sleepily and pressing his cheek tighter against your skin. "Mmmnn... master… who's the noisy tomato?"
You don't respond. You're already moving forward to catch the redheaded girl before she actually faints, letting Scathach's hand slip away from your shaft as you rise. Even with the Engine online and your stamina being legendary, the strain that your chakra coils had suffered from maintaining three Servants, even after what you just did to them, it still eats at your very soul like acid. You'll probably need some rest before you can actually walk it off.
Karin takes a step forward. Her legs tremble as she moves. Her foot drags through the dirt and she nearly stumbles. But she keeps moving.
"I felt you. When you did whatever that was." Her voice cracks as she says it, but her eyes never leave yours, hearts back in those pretty ruby red eyes of hers just like there were when you met. "That power. That feeling. I knew it was you. Only you could make me feel like that just with just your chakra."
She stops just short of the summoning circle.
Her gaze darts over your companions. Jack, silent as ever, is rubbing at her overstuffed belly with a confused expression on her face. Scathach, kneeling by your side with her chin in her palm, watching Karin like she's taking her measure of her, though thankfully she looks impressed enough. Astolfo is just blinking sleepily as he props his head up, pink hair a mess as he starts to softly snore.
Her eyes don't even linger on the demigods you brought into this world before snapping back to you.
"I… I brought you something."
She digs into her ruined pouch and produces two scrolls. They aren't even sealed properly, barely held together by a singed ribbon. Not the same ones she had when you last met, but they still would've been good enough for her to pass… if she had the rest of her team.
"She took them from me. Then I almost died. But I got them back. Because you said–" Her breath hitches as the words struggle to leave her throat. There are tears in her eyes. "You said you wanted me to come find you."
Your hand moves before your mind does. You reach out and place your palm atop the exhausted girl's head. Greater Headpat and your Massage skill work together to make your fingers feel like heaven as they caress her scalp, and she practically melts underneath your palm.
You look down at her and she's still trembling. Just not from fear like she probably has for the last few days. No, now that she's back with you, with your mere touch seeming to make the pain disappear, she's trembling from hope.
Your gaze sharpens as you take in her blood soaked messy state.
"You're hurt."
Her voice breaks as she smiles. "Yeah… but I made it."
You step forward in response. She flinches, just a tiny twitch, but doesn't back down. Her smile is still beaming. She trusts you, and the wonderful feeling of your hand on her head makes it impossible for her to run even if she wanted to. Her knees probably felt like jelly.
Your other hand cups her chin, fingers brushing the grime and dried blood off of her jaw. With a smile, you'd press your lips against hers in a chaste kiss that was almost definitely everything the adorable redhead had ever wanted.
"You did a good job."
And then her knees give out. From the sheer emotional weight of finally reaching the one person who made her feel like more than a utility. More than her healing chakra, some holes for breeding more healing chakra, and a bloodline her village didn't want to give up.
Scathach watches, silent. She doesn't interrupt. She doesn't smirk. Not this time. She respects you enough to let you handle this. Or maybe she just wants to see how you would handle it. Meanwhile, your two more childish servants are either distracted rubbing their tummies and pondering the secrets of the universe, or snoring against a tree.
You kneel in front of Karin, brushing her hair behind her ear as you whisper a gentle command into her ear. "Rest, you earned it."
"I–" she begins to try and protest, but then she collapses forward, right into your chest. Astolfo scoots over afterwards, Karin's collapse startling him enough to encourage him to reclaim your other side to snuggle up with as his pillow. With a sleepy grin, he'd mutter out. "Master sure is popular tonight…"
Jack just tilts her head, as if she just realized that Karin was here. "Another one?"
You cradle Karin close, breathing deep as the last of your own chakra recovers.
Hopefully Grass had already written her off as a casualty to the exams, because you weren't planning to give this little cutie back to them now that she was yours.