Nothing but silence fills the room for a few long seconds. I look down at the prostrating Dwarf, Zira switches her attention between him and me, and the Sovereign frowns deeply as he observes the whole scene from behind us. He is the first one to take action by standing up and marching towards the priest.
"What are you doing, High Hierarch?!" The man tries to lift his religious advisor, but the older guy shakes off his efforts. "Did you mix the ceremonial wine with the scarlet spirit again?"
They struggle against each other for a while, but ultimately, the Sovereign succeeds in bringing them up. However, the holy father isn't amused with his actions.
"Boy! You have eyes but fail to see!" the bishop yells at him while wagging a finger. "You should be on your knees! A god stands before you, in the flesh!"
The Dwarf ruler steps away, clearly taken aback. It doesn't help that the priest is vehemently gesturing at… me. All faces swivel my way. I simply point at myself, appearing just as shocked and confused as they are.
"Who? Me?" I ask with a light chuckle. "I'm afraid you've got the wrong guy. I'm just a merc—"
"The Goddess makes no mistakes!" the divine servant replies with unshaken belief.
Well, I could argue about that, but I don't think it's going to help me right now.
"Her revelations and divine missives are clear like the greatest heavens!" the man adds.
Right. There was that message about a new Demigod sent by Lumina a while ago. The Shaman grandma in Codae's village did seem to figure out who I was rather quickly. However, I wasn't sure if every recipient of the revelation would assimilate it in the same way. Even with the same faith and beliefs, Dwarf communities still differ a bit from smaller Beastkin settlements.
Maybe this can still be salvaged. The Sovereign has implied that our priestly friend here has some tendency to get visions induced by their stronger trunks.
"We should all take a deep breath and slow down a little. Being too hasty might lead to further misunderstandings." I raise my hands placatingly. "This does happen from time to time. Most likely because of my rather special Class and its nature. I'm sure there are a few more people around the world who could pass as—"
He interrupts me again, this time by throwing his arms into the air. We stare blankly at the white-bearded gramps as he holds them still in a V-shape. I don't think he is necessarily praising the sun or anything, even though it would have been a nice alternative for sure.
A small gasp captures my attention, and I cast a glance aside, finding a wide-eyed Zira as she gazes upwards. I follow suit, for the first time thoroughly examining the colourful ceiling in the monarch's chamber. It's actually adorned with a dazzling fresco depicting a standing Lumina from the profile as she smiles charmingly while offering half a heart atop her palms. Before her kneels a nude man, gratefully receiving the gift into his own hands, his head bowed in respect.
And that man… is very obviously me. To the tiniest detail.
I guess the revelation was a bit more sophisticated than I thought.
No, wait, why the fuck do they even have this whole thing painted out in the first place?
Taking my eyes off the amazing piece of art, I find myself under the collective scrutiny of everyone in the room. The cat is pretty much out of the bag. I could technically still try to deny and fight this, but should I even? This has happened a bit earlier than planned, and was a reason why we skirted around the governing core, but it didn't exactly throw a wrench into any of our plans.
Technically, this might actually be of help to Zira, depending on how the other two react to my authority.
Letting out a faint sigh, I allow some of my divine aura to leak out, pinkish tongues of spiritual mist beginning to waft off my figure. I'm fairly sure my eyes start glowing in the same shade, judging by the slight illumination cast on the attire of the priest that I turn to.
"I must commend you, High Hierarch. You did not let yourself be swayed in your conviction. You are correct, it is I, the Demigod of Lust and Love, Alastair." I incline my head towards the old guy.
"Your precious words warm up my ancient heart, My Lord!" He bows at his waist. "May I ask if you are here to complete your descent upon these unworthy lands? The preparations might not be fully complete, but I assure you, we can finish everything in mere moments!"
If they have been readying their nation to properly include me in the pantheon, then it's not that surprising there would be a depiction or two placed in the more important places.
And this gives me the perfect way out.
"No. It is not the time yet. The people… are not ready." My lips thin noticeably, and the bishop shudders a tad. "I first came here to… observe. And what I saw was… moderately concerning."
I take a peek at Zira, who quickly ducks her head, almost chagrined. The priest picks up on that right away and drops to his knees.
"If it's about the unfortunate fate of the Stockhawker Household and the general criminal rate amongst our sinful kin, I swear we will double, no, triple our efforts to correct the society!" The High Hierarch joins his palms together in a praying gesture. "I apologise earnestly for saying something so bold, but we shouldn't condemn everyone due to the actions of a minority at the edges of the—"
"My experiences with certain troublesome matters are closer to the… centre of power," I say, turning to look at the Sovereign.
Lord Jergam is still quite out of it, flabbergasted into oblivion, undoubtedly trying to get some understanding of this situation and attempting to decide what is the correct path to take. He isn't to blame, really. It is all quite sudden. As for the member of the clergy, the old male pales greatly, taking my look as an implication that the issues I have are with the crown.
"The practices that some of the noble clans partake in are, to say it honestly, rather sickening…" I refocus on him, not wanting to cause too much of a misunderstanding. "I've witnessed them directly while assisting Lady Zira with her troubles as an undercover mercenary. And I'm glad I did, as thanks to that, she managed to come out of this conflict unscathed."
With this, they should be able to understand that neither she nor the Dwarf monarch is on my shitlist.
"I'm also now certain that she is a worthy individual to restore her family's honour and glory. Perhaps, I wouldn't be opposed to making her my agent, a proxy through which we could ensure that the other houses understand their mistakes and correct them, working directly with the crown," I add, offering Zira a gentle smile. "But, as gifted and compassionate as she is, I believe she has gone through a mentally and physically exhausting ordeal throughout the last few days. In my opinion, she deserves a well-earned rest. Would it be possible to delay today's proceedings until, let's say, the next morning?"
The robed man sends his liege an intense glare without a second lost. The Sovereign clears his throat and slightly lowers his gaze, finally choosing to act in compliance rather than raising a fuss.
"I agree with your evaluation, My Lord. This hastiness is the result of my worries about the Stockhawker Household, and I did not intend to bully the Young Matriarch. I give you my word. We'll resume the formalities in three days. Of course, she can already take over the lawful lead of the clan and manage it properly. During this downtime, I shall have the High Hierarch refresh my memory on the right conduct in front of the divine so that I do not accidentally offend again," Jergam declares.
"I've been intentionally hiding my identity, so you did not make any offences today." I raise my palm peacefully. "And I don't require immense worship or reverence. Just treat me as an equal, and you will be fine."
He nods repeatedly.
Since this much should be enough, I withdraw my energy and return to my everyday state.
Placing my palm on Zira's back, I gesture towards the door. "Shall we?"
She lets me guide her outside, and we leave the other two alone in the royal office. Hopefully, the Sovereign won't catch too much shit from the High Hierarch during the heated discussion that's certainly going to take place now.
Miazira doesn't speak up once on our way out of the keep, simply looking ahead and walking by my side. It's easy to discern that she's holding it all in, trying to not let it all get to her. Slowing down a little, I bring us aside and give her a tiny push towards a nearby bench.
"Sit." I pat her head fondly, and she hops onto the smooth seat.
Immediately, a shiver runs down her spine as she breaks out of that forced stillness. I join her on the left and simply wait, giving her the opportunity to go over everything that happened without hurry. She's a strong and smart girl. I would prefer it if she asks questions rather than me barraging her with explanations.
And that's what happens after a few minutes.
"So… The Stockhawker Household…" The gorgeous blonde peers up at me from the side carefully.
"Let me stop you there." I smirk at her knowingly. "This isn't part of some God's Grand Plan, and you guys aren't just pawns on the board. I did not orchestrate everything so that you fall into my grasp, letting me use you in some game with the Dwarf ruler and the whole nation. It might be difficult at first, but try to view me just as you did before the incident in the office. I'm simply a guy who was doing his best to look after his people and somehow got involved with you too. Everything said and done was not a lie."
Her golden irises wander over my face as she considers my words, then gives me a tiny nod.
"I still intend on helping you. Which got a lot easier now that you know what we are really capable of. With a Demigod by your side, hardly anyone can stand in your way anymore, don't you think?" I bump into her with my elbow.
A hint of an adorable smile sneaks onto her lips.
"Now, I meant what I said up there." I get up and extend a hand to her. "You deserve a good sleep. We managed to buy you some additional time to start tidying up your home, and you'll need all the energy you can get starting tomorrow. Come on, gorgeous."
With a shadow of a blush on her dainty cheeks, she accepts my assistance, and we get onto Diana's back, whom I summon while talking. The journey to her family mansion is short as we jump through the shadows straight to her bedroom. It should be fine at this point.
The young heiress exhales heavily as tension rolls off her body at last. Her eyes roam over her chambers, briefly pause on me, then move to the bed. She hesitates for a moment, then turns somewhat uncertain, or maybe resigned.
Perhaps thanks to the chat with Sirgia and the others from earlier, I have a fair idea what might be going through that pretty head of hers.
"Zira," I call out to the troubled Dwarf, and she looks up curiously.
Moving closer, I slide my hand along her cheek and lift her chin. Giving her a lot of time to react, I lean in, watching how her pupils grow in size. Needless to say, she doesn't move until the moment I place a soft kiss on her plump lips. Only then does she push back a little, but with her mouth instead. Her face follows mine for a bit as I draw back, her cheeks glowing positively red as she realises.
"Don't overthink things." I bop her on the nose. "I'll see you soon. Have a good night."
And just like that, I disappear, making her jolt. However, I'm still there, simply invisible to the naked eye. My incredible Arachne bodyguard has simply pressed herself into me from the back and pulled me behind her reality-bending threads.
But Zira doesn't know that.
And that lets me spy on her a tad as she reaches out to her mouth and grazes her lip with a finger, a precious smile brightening up her usually serious face. She trembles giddily before shucking off her shoes and throwing herself onto her bed. It's a rather fascinating view as she rolls over the bedsheets while releasing cute muffled noises.
Maybe they are right. I worry too much sometimes.
Before I get to witness something I shouldn't peep on without direct consent, I have Diana pull the three of us out. Busy in her little world, Miazira doesn't notice the departure. We come out in the Forgegraver residence, as this is where I've sensed Sirgia's presence. Hecate gives me a chilly squeeze before vanishing, perhaps intent on taking care of some more of her duties or to wrap up whatever she was doing when I called her over.
My loyal animal partner accompanies me to the entrance of my and Sirgia's quarters, where the big wolf parts with me after a long and affectionate lick. Still smiling from the ticklish gesture, I step into the chamber… and freeze on the spot.
Right ahead, out on the bed, basking in the silvery moonlight, lie two figures. And they both seem very much as the Goddess made them.
On the left is the slimmer of the pair, a bookish and rusty-haired female, resting on her back with her ankles pulled up and behind her ginger head in a show of admirable flexibility. A curly patch of matching strands adorns the top of intentionally puffed out feminine folds that leak a glistening trail down through the puckered entrance below and onto the sheets. A pair of emerald eyes bores into me from between the modest valley tipped with rosy peaks, which stand at full attention.
On the right is the broader of the pair, a fierce black-haired female whose adventurous frame is decorated with marks of dangerous experiences and battles, resting on her knees spread wide, and her shoulders pressed into the bedding ahead of them. With her whole ass in the air, she grabs each thick cheek from the outside and pulls them apart to reveal everything hidden in between as her face peers through the gap in her legs, down which streaks of liquid lazily travel, originating from an openly displayed rosy opening.
What do they say? Out of the frying pan into the fire?
Loosening my tie a bit, I raise a brow at the bold duo. "What is… this?"
Daisy flushes full crimson underneath her sweet freckles as her fingers slide down her tummy to spread herself open invitingly towards me.
"I hope I'm not being too forward, but I thought you might like to unwind a bit after the recent stressful events… And I think I did a good job assisting with the operation and the upcoming recruitment… So I came here hoping I could get a little reward… And help you relax at the same time, sir…" Her bashful expression suddenly shifts into a sneer. "But that harlot popped out of the bathroom when I was readying myself for you and refused to leave!"
"I was here first, you hussy!" Cecil snarls at her before focusing on me with a pleading look. "Please, I know I said I would earn it properly, but I don't think I can wait any longer. There are so many capable females around, and I still did my best with those rumours and everything else. I swear I can do much more, and I can also make use of my tough and muscular body to receive your lust without worry. I'm a big girl. I can take it. Anywhere you want."
She emphasises her words by pulling apart harder, hinting towards a slightly more closed entrance above the shimmering slit. The other lady doesn't register it, but she is sharp enough to understand that her competition is showing off, and so she tries to match the picture by offering herself as enticingly as she can too.
This reeks of a setup. One signed off by a certain quite inventive individual.
"Master Alastair, ignore that dirty tramp and let my tight, warm, and untainted femininity affectionately wrap itself around your manly genitalia," Daisy begs boldly, even though it's obvious it doesn't come easy to someone of her upbringing. "I'm certain my delicate insides shall please you appropriately."
"There is no need to listen to that impudent wench, Master Alastair. When it comes to tightness, she won't come anywhere close to how good of a squeeze my anus can give you," Cecil counters quickly. "My ass is more than happy to accommodate you. I made sure of it earlier in the bath. My muscles are taut and disciplined enough to give you the greatest massage while you ram me from behind as hard as you desire."
"Are you out of your mind?!" The orange-haired lady yells at her. "Master Alastair deserves to sink his phallus into the most pristine pussy, not some stinky excuse of a shithole, you filthy skank!"
"You say that only because your tiny butt is so clenched from years of scheming and politics that there is no way you could ever fit him in without tearing yourself apart, you impudent broad!" The raven-haired woman growls back. "Compared to you, I'm not afraid of letting Master Alastair fuck whichever hole he wishes to! My body isn't as brittle as that doll-like frame of yours!"
And it's already evolving in the direction I expected it to, the initial picture of some kind of resemblance of a cooperation falling apart. Maybe there wasn't any in the first place, and I just misinterpreted them lying there exposed and vulnerable together.
"Enough." I cut them both off, their faces snapping to meet mine. "Is this how it's always going to be? Because if so, I'm not sure if I have enough patience to handle it."
For their credit, they appear earnestly rebuked.
"My apologies…" Daisy whispers meekly.
"Sorry…" Cecil winces painfully.
"It's my fault…" The former peers at me with teary eyes. "Even though we formed an unspoken alliance for this, I couldn't reign my tongue in…"
"No, I shouldn't have bitten back so venomously either…" The latter sighs loudly. "It would be all fine if I didn't escalate and it just stayed at the level of the usual Dwarven shittalk…"
Daisy turns her head in an attempt to catch a fragment of the other woman's face. "So… We try again?"
Cecil manages to tilt herself to meet her gaze. "Yeah. Let's."
They once again focus on me and display their enticing secrets openly, nearly at the same time. I don't think they are bothered by the order I stick it in anymore.
"Good. But you don't need to put yourselves in such shameless positions for me. You are plenty alluring the way you already are." I smirk at them hungrily.
The black-haired adventurer bites down on her lip and gets up, giving me a perfect view of her entire figure from the side, showcasing her toned muscles, taut breasts, and sexy dip below her navel. Not to mention that thick ass. My intense gaze makes her face redder and brings a smile to her lips.
"Ummm…" Our moment is interrupted by Daisy's quiet voice. "I might need some help here…"
We glance at the slimmer girl and see her rocking back and forth as she holds onto her ankles. Compared to Cecil, her skin is tomato crimson, but mostly from embarrassment.
The chubbier lady snorts while shaking her head. "Oh, you sexy idiot…"
She helps her kin-sister unwrap herself and offers her a hand.
"Sexy?" Daisy blinks at her confusedly.
Cecil huffs and grabs her wrist, pulling her along as she brings them to the edge of the bed and in front of me.
"We need to make it up to Master Alastair for all the bickering," she announces as they stand on their knees.
When her fingers hook behind my belt, Daisy catches on and follows suit, peering up into my eyes timidly. They manage to free my erection together and let it spring between their faces stiffly. That makes them pause for a moment as they just gape at it in astonishment. Mostly our princess, of course, as Cecil has already seen it. Though it doesn't stop her from getting enchanted by it again.
The studious girl breaks out of her stupor first and daintily touches my shaft, brushing her soft fingers against its length. Giving it a few squeezes, she pumps up and down, ensnared by its stature. Her pupils lock on the tip, and she leans in, pressing her mouth against the edge of the crown. She continues to pepper it gently, observing my reactions.
"The whole night won't be enough to make him cum at this pace." Cecil rolls her eyes and bumps into her partner, taking over. "You do it like this."
She uses a firmer grip to jerk me off, kneading the glans with her other hand, a cocky grin painting her face.
"And how would you even know that?" Daisy glares at her. "You are just as inexperienced as I am!"
"Pffft. I already sucked him off." The other female slips me between her gorgeous lips.
"Wait, what?" Our rusty-haired princess frowns at her. "That's not fair!"
Cecil just chuckles over my dick, swirling her tongue hard.
I must say, Daisy's pouting face does a thing or two for me, enough to wonder how her adorable mouth would look wrapped around my manhood.
So, I slowly pull the adventurous lady off me. "She's kind of right, don't you think? Would you mind letting our friend have a turn first?"
She wrinkles her nose a bit, but then shrugs. "I guess not."
Daisy looks like Christmas came early and hastily swipes the glasses off her face.
I raise an intrigued brow at her as she opens up to take me in. "Don't you need those?"
Withdrawing for a second, she plays with her hair. "Kind of, but they obstruct my face, and I'm sure they make me look silly at this angle…"
Cecil snickers at her side. "For someone so smart, you really are dumb at the weirdest times."
Daisy's forehead furrows at her comment.
"Put them back on and see. It's not like they will fall with them being enchanted, right?" the raven-haired beauty adds.
The pretty scholar does as she's told, and her eyes widen slightly at the sensation under her fingers that are still holding onto my length.
"Did it just… pulse?" She takes a peek up. "You… like them?"
Unexpectedly happy about the discovery, she doesn't let me answer, immediately dropping her lips onto my tip. Making sure I can admire her face, and especially her charming eyes as she looks at me, the lithe lady tries to mimic her kin-sister in giving me a blowjob. However, one of the movements causes her to hit the back of her throat, and she jolts.
"Not like this, you'll bite him!" Cecil groans, then takes hold of the back of Daisy's head. "Massage his cock with your hand. Find out how much you can take and use your fingers to mark the spot. Pump up to that point as you dive down. This beast is much longer than a Dwarf dick. You gotta pace yourself. More tongue, less bobbing. Let the cockhead glide over it, then curl that muscle up and tickle the ridge. Slow and steady."
Sounds like someone studied ahead of time or asked the more experienced parties for some advice. Nevertheless, the instructions help Daisy find her rhythm soon enough that Cecil doesn't need to guide her anymore. Flashing me a saucy grin, she drops lower and latches onto my sensitive orbs, kissing, nuzzling, and sucking on them eagerly.
Finally finding a common tongue, the pair of political rivals work together on the same goal, which is making me feel as good as they can. It's something new for them, but both ladies are showing great effort, and looking down at their determined faces is a blessing. I'm slightly inclined to keep them there for a while just for the sake of that view, but that would be cruel.
They deserve to receive some love too.
But they are clearly enjoying themselves, so I give them a few short minutes to go to town with my cock. Just as I'm about to let Daisy know about the reward for her hard work, the glasses girl pulls back on her own, still kneading my erection with her fingers.
"This is more difficult than I thought… My jaw got a bit strained…" she admits.
"Switch with me. I'll finish him off." Cecil doesn't waste the opportunity and gobbles me up.
Our friend doesn't complain and observes her vigorously bobbing on my manhood, taking me deeper than she could. The hardened mercenary meets my eyes with a distorted smirk and pushes even further, nailing her throat. Daisy gasps as she witnesses the outside bulge on intrusion and gets pretty much glued to its repeated appearance.
Given a clear permission to wrap it up, I take hold of Cecil's head and add some light thrusts into the equation. She lets out quiet gagging sounds but doesn't relent, aiming to take me only as far as she can handle. And I don't cross that threshold.
"Here it comes. All for you." I wink at the incredible woman and explode in her narrow throat.
Cecil swallows bravely as I grunt in pleasure, but ultimately, that proves to be too much only after one previous encounter, and I hastily pull out at the first signs of her actually choking on my cum. A few more spurts land on her lips, neck, and front as I pop out of her mouth, her palms pumping the creamy eruption to the last drop.
"Fuck… Cough… I thought I had it… What a shame…" She shakes her head in disappointment.
"I mean, it was still impressive. I don't think I would last that long in your place." Daisy pats her on the back, her tongue flicking past her shiny lips. "Ummm… This might sound weird, but… May I?"
The black-haired warrior glances at her, then at what the other girl is looking at, and snorts amusedly. "Knock yourself out."
I watch as the bookish female takes a long lick from under the chubbier woman's breast, over her stiff nipple, and up to her chin, capturing a line of pearly cum into her mouth. It looks like Cecil has to bite on her own cheek to hold in a moan that could have come out of this interaction. Thankfully for her, Daisy is too entranced by the abrupt tasting.
"It's so sweet," the researcher declares, then takes a peek up at my still erect manhood. "I might be feeling some regret over quitting so close to the end."
"There's still a little bit of it left if you would like." I stroke her cheek kindly.
Daisy accepts the invitation, and I hold her hair while she cutely laps her tongue all over my cock, cleaning me up in the process. Afterwards, she sits down with an appreciative smile, and the two of them exchange glances. It almost feels like they are having a silent conversation on what's next.
And it seems like Cecil concludes it, releasing a quiet groan. "You go first. I'm already two shots ahead."
"Are you sure?" Daisy looks honestly surprised at her act of kindness. "From what I believe, you've been waiting for this longer than me, no?"
"Yeah, yeah. So, a minute longer won't make a difference." Cecil waves her off, then gets a rather impish look. "Besides, I think I might enjoy watching Alastair stretch that haughty little cunt of yours with his big fat cock."
With an indignant squawk, Daisy is thrown onto her back and further into the bed. Cecil appears above her head, grabs her ankles, and pulls them to the daintier lady's ears. Once again, Daisy's puffy folds protrude into the air alluringly, her rosy pussy ten times as glittering with love juices.
"You wanted him to take you like this, didn't you?" The mischievous mercenary smirks down at her. "Come and help yourself to this pristine noble pussy, Master! Look how it opens up for you, just waiting to be ravaged!"
Now that she isn't in full control over her actions, Daisy hides her face in her slim hands, even though her needy slit twitches impatiently. When she braves a peek through her fingers to see if I'm going to take them up on this offer, I throw the rest of my attire aside and crawl up to her, positioning myself right above her leaking entrance.
"Woah. I'm getting tingly just seeing how his glans kisses your labia." Cecil swallows thickly. "Is phantom sex a thing? Fuck, I'm so wet."
"Last moment to back out." I smile at them both warmly. "I think you realise it's ride or die with who and what I am at this point."
"You don't need to convince me even more." The tough girl grins back at me.
"I want it." The scholar nods along, revealing more of her visage. "Please, make us yours too."
Since it's clear that my other mates and partners must have explained some things to the duo and filled in the blanks, I accept their declaration and send out the system prompt. Recently, I've been doing that mostly after the deed, but I shouldn't let it become a norm. Plus, these two will appreciate the full benefits of the bond right away.
My guess is proven correct as they only skim through the message before accepting, their attention all on me.
Or rather, on my cock pressing into Daisy's seductive pussy.
Leaning forward to capture her lips into a passionate kiss, I let the tip slip past her tight folds and gradually slide into the pleasant heat of her core. She lets out a prolonged moan into my mouth, her lithe frame shivering noticeably. But, there is no discomfort as I push through her constricting channel, soon reaching a good spot to pause at.
Daisy sighs with a shudder. "Oh, Goddess… I feel so full… Mhhhmmmm… Is it all in?"
She chances a peek between our bodies and sees that there's a bit of me free before the root. Not giving her a chance to doubt herself, I stroke her cheek lovingly.
"Don't concern yourself with something like that. Only with how good you feel. In the end, what does it matter if it's all in or not when the actual point of it being there is this?" Holding her gaze, I draw back my hips and nail her right back the same way.
"Ohhhhhh!" She joins her hands behind my neck. "Ooooookay… I think I concur…"
Cecil snickers above us, and I get to shower our petite companion in some proper dicking. Gentle and slow at first, Daisy quickly gets accustomed to my considerable size compared to her stature and enjoys the sensation of her inner walls being repeatedly stroked to the fullest. Each time I pull back, it's like I'm dragging myself through a squeeze as her insides suck me in so hard they seem to be against letting me out.
That doesn't stop me from hammering Daisy's slit again and again while she drops her high-born mask and moans up a storm happily. The wide smile constantly returning to her lips whenever they aren't forming a cute loop of ecstasy is fully honest. So honest in fact that our spectator is starting to grow restless, rubbing her thighs together so strongly that I can hear the indecent sounds from between them even as I pummel Daisy in a mating press until my balls slap against her bubbly butt.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! I'm going to cum already! Ohhhh!" The rusty-haired lady shoves me away lightly. "Ohhhh! I want to see! Ohhhh! Please!"
Listening to her heartfelt plea, I lean back a tad and take her ankles out of Cecil's hands. Hovering over the short female, I raise the tempo and give her a good show of pistoning in and out of her tight slit that's spread all around my girth. Understanding well that she means witnessing me filling her up rather than anything else, I swing into one last shove and release everything.
As my hot seed floods her sensitive passage, Daisy's eyes threaten to roll back into her head, but she fights them to the best of her abilities. She watches my pulsing cock deposit a sea of cum past her entrance with a wordless cry escaping her throat, her own peak at its highest. Wave after wave, I paint her insides white, then plop out of them with an audible pop, a few more spurts dripping onto her upturned belly and thighs.
Experiencing the very end, she finally lets her head hit the sheets and releases a deep moan, repeated shivers travelling up and down her body as she no longer fights back. I admire the sparkling mix of our nectars flowing out of her now sealed femininity and let the sweet girl rest.
"Damn, you really wrecked that prissy princess." Cecil whistles in awe, coming to sit next to me to catch a good angle too. "If I knew getting dicked hard was what shuts her up, I would have become her wingwoman long ago. Did you see how she went silent while cumming her brains out? Chef's kiss."
I shake my head and land a firm smack on her thick ass. A shameful whimper leaves her lips before she slaps her hands over them, getting intensely red.
"I think I know why you chose that specific position to greet me earlier." I grin at the naughty Dwarf foxily. "On your knees, soldier."
"Yes, sir!" Cecil drops her face into the sheets right before Daisy's freshly fucked pussy and thrusts her ass into the air, spreading herself open for me. "Ohhhh, I can't wait! Are you going to do my ass or pussy?"
Getting a decent wind-up, I hit her plump cheek again, enjoying the feminine squeal in response. "I didn't hear sir there. And it was up to me to pick, wasn't it?"
"Yes, sir!" She breathes out heavily. "You can do whatever you want to me! For example, rub your giant penis against my puckered—"
And she gets another smack, letting out a whimper.
"Are you trying to influence my decision?" I inquire harshly.
"No, sir!" Cecil answers, even while shaking her ass in a clear request for more. "It's just, I cleaned my backdoor so well—"
Naturally, I slap her butt for talking back, and we repeat the game a few more times before I summon some useful lube and spread it all over my erection. Grabbing her exquisite hips, I take aim and push forward without a hint. Cecil groans loudly into the bed, arching her back even more.
"Oh, yes! It's happening! Yes! Yes Yes! Ahhhhhhmmmmmmm!" She holds her cheeks open as I fight the resistance of her back entrance. "My Goddess, how massive is it?! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Continuing to observe her reactions, I drive myself deeper and deeper, until finally, there's nothing more to bury in Cecil's choking asshole. Watching her drool onto the sheets happily, smack her marvellous behind hard.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" She jerks, and her insides attempt to crush my dick, failing miserably.
"Did you just cum a little?" I chuckle to myself.
"Yes, sir…" Her muffled voice answers me in shame. "I'm sorry for being like this, sir…"
Running a hand down her spine as I lean forward, I grasp a fistful of her raven locks and yank them back until our faces are next to each other.
"Never apologise for being you." I kiss her fierce cheek. "Or I'm going to show you how much it turns me on."
Before she can respond, I yank my hips back and slam into her again. Whatever response has been on her lips is lost instantly, replaced by a powerful moan. I make sure Cecil can look me in the eyes with her head pulled to the back as I rail her ass with powerful strokes.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Sir!" The tough adventurer is reduced to a slurry mess in a flash, her tongue lolling out. "Ah! Ah! Ah! May I! Ah! Ah! Touch! Ahh! Ahh!"
Processing her request, I give her a nod, and the next second, one of her palms is rubbing her folds like mad while the other gropes her big tits. She clenches her teeth and enjoys the ride, openly letting me listen to her whimpers and moans as I ram her doggy style. To make it even better, I slam her face back into the bed and put some more gusto into the ploughing.
The change gives me a clear view of Daisy again, and I note that the cute ginger is back with us. Her petite fingers are tickling her clit as she admires the scene while nibbling on her lip. Registering my attention, she flushes more behind her glasses, but doesn't shy away, actually moving her leg aside so that I can see her pussy better as she plays with it.
I decide to repay her kind gesture with a fun opportunity. "Come here."
Daisy blinks at me a few times, but slowly crawls on all fours until she reaches my side, pressing her modest chest into my arm. She looks at me so adorably that I can't stop myself from raining a lot of fluffy pecks upon those delicious lips of hers. And she definitely doesn't complain.
But the heiress of the main clan is a smart cookie, and she withdraws after a moment, staring at me with interest as she fixes her glasses, knowing there has to be something I had in mind.
"Has she ever made you so angry you wanted to slap her?" I ask with a cunning smirk.
I can see gears turning inside her head as her brows furrow. Then, a light bulb pops up, and her gaze snaps to the rippling behind that I'm currently pummeling mercilessly. Giving me one more look to make sure she hasn't assumed incorrectly, she raises her hand a little. My faint nod gets rid of her worries, and she turns fully to her target.
Daisy waits for a good opportunity, then lets her palm fall onto Cecil's behind with a slight smack.
I laugh out loud a bit, making her blush. "That's it? I can slap it harder with my cock! Put some meaning behind it!"
Taking a breath to recompose herself, Daisy prepares again and gives her kin-sister a proper slap.
"Ahhhh!" Cecil jolts, gracing us with a mightier moan, then goes back to muffled mewling into the sheets as I drill her asshole open.
A glint appears in Daisy's eyes, and she flexes her fingers, a wide smile curling up her lips.
Whenever I pull my hips back…
"Ahhhh!"
Daisy smacks Cecil's butt as I slam home again.
"Ahhh!"
And again.
"Ahhh!"
And once more.
For a few minutes, the room is filled with wet smacking and sharp slapping in turns, until I feel myself being squeezed hard.
"Last one!" I call out to my partner-in-crime." Make it count!"
I pull away until my tip is lodged right at the edge of Cecil's constricting anus and catch the sight of Daisy rotating her torso nearly one-eighty as she winds up. Released like a tightened coil, she lands a deafening strike that sends waves over our companion's flesh.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" The raunchy adventurer cries out, throwing her head back as a powerful shiver overcomes her, and I time my strongest thrust with that, sinking balls deep into her resistant hole. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
Cecil practically howls as she reaches a massive, trembling orgasm. I pump her full of my hot cream until there's no more and shove her forward. She drops onto her face, half-conscious, butthole twitching to the rhythm of her shaking frame, bits of cloudy delicacy escaping the constricting and loosening opening.
"So much talk about being a hardened veteran, and she couldn't deal with even one hard cock." Daisy snickers next to me, wrapping her arms around mine, then gives me a hopeful look. "Would it be okay… for me to try?"
Stealing a quick peck from her kissable lips, I throw the giggling princess next to her twitching counterpart. The bookish girl lands on her belly, and I pancake her right away. She grasps the sheets expectantly as my fingers prepare her for a new experience. When she's ready, I rest atop her and slide in, listening to the musical sighs and soft moans she directs right into my ear.
Needless to say, the scholarly lady gets to enjoy a gentler version of anal than our muscular friend, still experiencing a few blissful peaks. Then, said friend wakes up and gets pussy destroyed too, so that no one is behind. After that, we all enjoy one more round with each other before finally dozing off.
It looks like the two heiresses can coexist if they really want to.