Chapter 1936 - Summer Fun - 3

It was morning. Through the beach, you walked like a man who'd gone twelve rounds and you technically did. The sand under your feet felt like lava. Your spine protested with every step. Muscles you didn't know you had were sore. Even your eyelids felt tired.

Tsunade, Rangiku, and Powergirl.

Your shrivelled up balls couldn't possibly go again. No way. That was until you heard a slutty voice, and what else could it be but slutty?

"Never thought I'd see a man defeat those three."

You turned. Your empty balls tightened.

An gorgeous Asian lady stood in the shade of a leaning palm, one leg crossed over the other, her stance casual but calculated. While the rest of the beach was dotted with bright bikinis and laughter, this chick wore what she always wore: something that didn't belong here, and yet made perfect sense on her. A crimson silk dress, slit high enough to tease glimpses of thigh with every shift of her hips. Black heels that shouldn't have been able to tread sand as easily as they did. A half-smirk curved her lips, painted a light pink.

This was Ada Wong and her eyes swept you up and down. They paused briefly—too briefly—on your shrivelled up cock and balls before flicking back up with that unreadable, sultry smirk.

Ada was clearly amused. The morning breeze played with her dark hair, strands catching the light as she started a slow walk toward you. Every step was unhurried, her hips swaying, as if she had all the time in the world and you were the only thing worth watching.

Ada stopped just close enough for you to catch her perfume; something subtle, intoxicating, and expensive (ambery cherry?). "You know, modesty is a thing," Ada murmured. "But then again, I can't blame a man for losing it after those three."

You shifted under her gaze, suddenly aware of every inch of exposed skin, every bead of sweat trailing down your chest. And though you expected her to tease further, Ada did something else: she dangled something in front of you. A small, silver key glinting in the sunlight, twirling lazily from her finger.

"This," Ada said, "was supposed to be yours yesterday. A hotel room. Clean sheets. Privacy. A place to actually recover."

You blinked twice. "Yesterday?"

Ada Wong's smile turned razor sharp. "But clearly, you were busy. Priorities, right?"

Right, you had been fucking all day yesterday. The teasing edge in her tone cut deep and you couldn't help the half-smile tugging at your lips. "Guess word travels fast."

"Oh, I don't need word," Ada said, leaning in just enough for her lips to hover near your ear. "I can see it written all over you."

Her eyes flicked downward once more, this time brazenly. And then back up again, cool and unreadable, as if she hadn't just made your pulse skip and your dick twitch.

Ada let the key dangle between you, brushing it lightly against your chest before pulling it back. "So… what do you say? You going to keep showing off for the whole beach? Or do you want to follow my advice and actually rest?"

"Sure," you ended up saying, trying to ignore how good she smelled, how dangerous her smile was. You couldn't ignore it. Any of it. The shape of her body in that dress to her sultry voice.

So your cock decided to introduce itself at full capacity. Twitch, twitch! A spurt of pre-cum followed too. Ada was genuinely surprised. She looked down, like, "Oh." More drops of pre-cum followed and a lengthy glance at your weakly throbbing erection ensued.

Ada turned her head. Your erection, whether it was big or small, seemed to stir emotions in her. Emotions she did not expect. Firstly, because you had just gone through the big titty committee. The three bombshells who, theoretically, could and should drain any man till they had nothing left.

Yet…you did have something else. Your erection showed as much.

"Hm. Not bad."

Ada's expression was full of a kind curiosity. Nonchalant, her gloved finger ran along the topside of your shaft. She went forward, forward, forward, reached your pelvis, and then went down and yanked your balls.

Oh fuck.

You didn't know why. You assumed it was because you were still sensitive with your rounds against the big-titty committee, but you came. You actually came. Spurt, spurt!

Ada's grip of your balls had been a command. The little drag of her finger was a lever to be pulled and this was the outcome—cumming and blasting out dribbles of cum on the sand, failing to reach her thighs. She was right in front of you too. Ada Wong, her head tilted to the left deeper. She hummed and observed you ejaculating.

Spurt, spurt, spurtttt!

"Oh my…!"

Then she released your balls. Your load slowly ended. You panted. Ada did not move away, she simply crossed her arms. She didn't sneer or show contempt; she was being objective about what had transpired.

"See? Far too sensitive and far too little. All these women, all these abilities, they have affected you negatively. You need a break."

Your cum had been watery. Your dick shrivelled up once more. Drip, drip. Hardly anything worthwhile remained either. Come on, after Tsunade, Rangiku, and Powergirl, how could a man possibly hope to be in a better state?

"The hotel is the tallest in the town. You won't miss it," Ada said.

You reached for the key, but she pulled it back a hair, forcing you to lean closer. Her eyes caught yours, unwavering, unreadable, but brimming with that same maddening allure that had always been hers alone.

Finally, she dropped the key into your hand. Her fingers brushed yours briefly before she stepped back.

"Good luck~"

Just like that, Ada Wong retreated and walked away, leaving you clutching the key, still sore, still exhausted, still flaccid… but now with a sense of a plot in your head. Ada Wong was your ultimate goal. Until you got rest and trained a bit, you couldn't face her.

'But tomorrow, I'm going to fuck her.'

That was a promise. The hotel awaited.

As Ada mentioned, it was the tallest in the main street/town of the beach. It wasn't that tall though, it was four floors total and wide. In general, this whole beach resort was minimalist and colourful. The hotel was no exception.

Glass balconies lined every floor, catching the sun, and the ground level was alive with the hum of voices and laughter. All women too. Everyone eyed you like candy.

'Rest,' you told yourself. 'Rest first.'

The front door was of a glass composition too. Said glass doors slid open with a whisper, cool air rushing out to greet you. The lobby was bathed in natural light pouring down from a wide skylight above, scattering across polished stone floors. White walls, framed seashell decorations, aquariums built into corners. It smelled faintly of saltwater, citrus, and sunscreen.

The hotel's staff were…

'Wow.'

Phew, they were hotties. Every worker you passed wore bikinis in different colors and different cuts, but all coordinated somehow to the hotel's breezy palette. And every single one of them, you realized with a jolt, you recognized. Faces you'd seen before, women from worlds you thought you'd left behind.

But only one approached you.

"Welcome, sir."

Asuna Yuki.

Her long, light-brown hair hung down one shoulder with a scrunchie at the end. She wore a white and red striped bikini that clung to her in a way that made your brain short-circuit for a full two seconds. Her body was lean, toned, and elegant. She was smiling at you, bright and dangerously pretty.

Instinct took over. "Oh, hi." Your dick twitched. Not hard yet but noticeable anyway. You were the only male on this resort. It was like a dream.

Asuna noticed and giggled. "I think your balls will deflate if you keep going," she said, laughing. "I was thinking something else."

Your shoulders slumped in both relief and minor disappointment. "Oh. Good."

"I'll be your attendant for your stay," Asuna said, bowing slightly, her hair falling forward just enough to tease the shape of her cleavage before she straightened again. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you to your room."

Her tone was polite, professional, but there was a softness to it. A sweetness, like she was genuinely happy to be the one assigned to you.

You nodded, too tired to muster more than a grunt of thanks, and followed her.

The elevator ride was quiet. Asuna stood beside you, hands clasped lightly in front of her, the curve of her thighs brushing close when the elevator swayed. You caught her glancing once, not at your face, but lower—quickly, quickly, before her gaze darted up again with the faintest flush in her cheeks.

The doors opened on the third floor.

Your room wasn't just a room. It was a suite, expansive and airy. Walls of glass overlooked the rolling beach, the sea stretching endlessly into the horizon. Curtains, sheer and flowing, danced in the breeze from the open balcony doors. The bed was enormous—big enough for three, maybe four—draped in clean white sheets that looked like the very concept of comfort. A glass table sat in the center, fruit and champagne already waiting.

Asuna guided you inside. You asked, "So, um, did Ada set this up?"

"Ada picked out the room, yes." Asuna's eyes flicked over you again in that way that was impossible not to notice. "Remember, if you need anything, just ring. I'm here for you."

You wanted to thank her by fucking her brains out. You decided to heed Ada's words, however, and get some nap time. "Thank you."

You thanked her with a bow (mirroring her) and collapsed onto the bed like a man who'd reached salvation. The sheets were cool against your skin, the mattress swallowing you whole. You didn't even notice when sleep claimed you, dragging you under in seconds.

***

You didn't get to sleep for too long. Only three hours until there was a knock on the door. You stirred, groggy and your old exhaustion was mostly gone. You sat up slowly, sheets falling from your chest, and remembered.

"It's Asuna," the voice said from the door. "Breakfast is ready."

She opened the door anyway. If there was any doubt Asuna worked here, it was clear now. The bikini clad girl walked inside, carrying a silver tray balanced delicately in her hands. The smell hit first: eggs, toast, fresh fruit, and coffee strong enough to resurrect you. But it was hard to focus on the food when Asuna looked like Asuna.

You might have had a morning boner too, if not for Tsunade having medically wrung out your sperm. It was going to take a bit more than three hours of rest.

Asuna set the tray on the table by your bed and smiled gently, a faint blush on her cheeks as her eyes flicked—again, inevitably—downward before snapping back up. "I thought you could use the energy. Yesterday looked… exhausting."

You gave a tired grin. "You have no idea."

Her blush deepened, but her smile never faded. She pulled out a chair and sat gracefully, folding her legs, watching you with that polite attentiveness that was just a shade too warm to be purely professional.

As you reached for the plate, Asuna's hand darted forward, steadying the tray as if she were worried you'd drop it. Her fingers brushed yours. Warm, soft. Intentional, maybe—or maybe not. She did seem to blush.

Still, the way her eyes lingered just a second too long told you one thing: breakfast wasn't the only thing she'd brought to your room.

"I want to take you somewhere," Asuna said. "For rest."

Okay. You shrugged. Why not? After eating, you got up and followed her without question. Possibly because she smelled like vanilla and sunshine. Possibly because you were too weak to resist.

She led you down the elevator and to the hotel's pool area. Women were everywhere and their giggles and gazes were stronger than ever. "Here," Asune said, smiling upon a cozy little setup. Two lounge chairs under a shady palm canopy, a cooler between them, and a portable Bluetooth speaker playing soft lo-fi music. It was like stepping into a dream vacation commercial.

Asuna sat down and tossed you a cold bottle of something fruity. "Sit. Drink."

You obeyed. The drink was cold, fizzy, and vaguely mango-flavored. You took three gulps and groaned in appreciation.

Asuna kicked her legs up and reclined, glancing at you from behind her oversized sunglasses. "So. Not bad?"

You let out a long, broken laugh. "You have no idea."

The next hour was bliss.

You didn't do a thing. You chilled while Asuna went out to a small seaside café and ordered for both of you: grilled fish tacos, chilled coconut water, and something involving fried plantains you didn't have the brainpower to question.

Whenever you wanted something, she got it. If you wanted bacon? Asuna got up and bought it. You wanted ice tea? She nodded with a smile and retrieved it from the closest store. She wasn't annoyed in the slightest either. To her, this was what she was meant to do.

Conversation flowed easily. Asuna was quick-witted, charming, and refreshingly normal compared to the sex addicts of before. She talked about her favorite foods, her guilty pleasure for trashy romance anime, and how she once tried surfing and fell off the board. But, being a perfectionist, she soon mastered it.

You laughed from actually enjoying yourself and not just because Asuna Yuki was a pretty chick.

"Oh, the time." Every so often, Asuna checked the giant clock in the pool area. Until now, it didn't seem to mean anything. "Let's get going."

"Huh? Where?"

"Outside," Asuna replied. "It's, um…you should be there. Trust me."

"Should?" you questioned. "Is there…someone waiting for me?"

Asuna giggled. "Can't say too much but…yes."

So you got up from your chair and returned to the hotel lobby. The lobby itself had its usual string of sexy women in bikinis. Asuna looped her arm around yours and walked you further. "This way," Asuna said. "South exit."

Oh, there was a back and front entrance, huh? You didn't realize that. One led to the streets and the other, well, where else could it lead to other than the beach?

So to the back exit you went. The door opened, you took five steps forward and…

Twitch.

Your male instincts roared to life at the sight in front of you. Especially considering this whole time, you weren't handed new swim trunks. You were walking with your dick out. Your male neurons were constantly slipping in and out of intensity.

These two were among the most slender women you had encountered. Both from Code Geass, a show that tended to use the slender body type more often than not.

C.C led with her signature languid grace, green hair flowing like a silken waterfall down her back. The sun caught strands of it, making her glow almost unnaturally. Her bikini was white with the top being connected in a low V-shape. The thin ties at her hips dared the wind to tug them loose. Her long legs were smooth and pale. In her hand, she held a beach ball lazily, almost like it was beneath her, and her golden eyes didn't look at the crowd—they looked only at you.

Beside her, wrist to her hip, was Kallen Stadtfeld, all fire and energy where C.C was ice and composure. The flower clip in her hair made her look deceptively sweet. But her bikini—a candy-pink piece with frills at the bust and hip straps knotted just-so—clung to her toned, athletic body in a way that made it clear she wasn't playing innocent. Her figure was balanced between raw strength and feminine curves, thighs firm, stomach taut, chest full enough to bounce when she moved. A float ring rested against her hip, casual, playful, but her innocent eyes were already locked on you like a predator sizing up its next challenge.

"Seems you're popular," Asuna murmured beside you, a giggle escaping her lips. Her cheeks were pink, though whether from embarrassment or amusement you couldn't tell. She gave you a sidelong glance, then a knowing smile. "They set up an appointment so…yeah."

"So that was why you were checking the time, huh?"

"We're all supposed to have our turns. Just…" Asuna just laughed and stepped back, bowing just slightly, her voice soft. "I'll leave you in their hands. Have fun~!"

Asuna kissed you on the cheek and then the brunette was gone, the click of her sandals fading as C.C and Kallen closed in.

C.C stopped first, her smile subtle, amused, the kind that barely lifted one corner of her lips but sent chills all the same. She tilted her head, golden eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "So you're the one everyone's whispering about," C.C said, her voice silky, deliberate. She let her gaze wander down the length of your body—slowly. "I was curious what kind of man could exhaust Tsunade, Rangiku, and Powergirl… and still be walking."

Kallen stepped in closer, fiery where C.C was cool. She cocked her hip, leaning forward just enough to show off her cleavage framed by the frilled top, her grin sharp and teasing. "Walking? He should be dead." She gave you a once-over, her blue eyes sparking. "But… credit where it's due. Guess the rumors weren't exaggerated."

C.C leaned in, her voice dropping low, her hair brushing your arm as she whispered, "Maybe we should find out for ourselves."

Kallen smirked, looping a finger into her bikini strap, tugging it playfully before letting it snap back against her skin. "Yeah. Why let them have all the fun?"

The two of them flanked you now—C.C cool and unreadable, Kallen hot and restless—closing in like wolves circling prey. The tension between C.C and Kallen circling you was already electric, golden eyes and fiery blue locking on you from either side.

And then the sound of heels clicking against the stone path cut through it.

Both women glanced over their shoulders, and instinctively, you did too.

"You're…"

"Villetta Nu."

Another woman. Another to fuck.

Villetta Nu made her entrance with the kind of composure that only someone utterly sure of their power could carry. A blue towel was draped over her shoulders, hiding her form for a heartbeat. Her silver hair was tied high, falling sleek down her back with a purple ribbon woven in, swaying like a banner of victory with every step she took. Her golden eyes were sharp, scanning, assessing, and when they landed on you, a slow smile curved her lips.

Two attendants at her side stepped forward, almost ceremonially, and with a practiced tug they pulled the towel away.

Viletta did a spin, a hand on her hip.

The bikini Villetta wore was bold, white fabric cut dangerously low and laced across her sternum, barely tethering her full breasts together. The design narrowed to an hourglass shape that left most of her taut stomach exposed, the strings of her bottoms tied high at her hips, emphasizing her long, athletic legs. Black fishnet stockings climbed her thighs and did not go further up. The gloves and collar she wore weren't just accessories, they made her look like she'd stepped out of some dominatrix's dream, balanced between elegance and provocation.

Villetta planted a hand on her hip, tilting slightly as if to better show off the shape of her body. Her smile deepened into something sly. "So this is the man who's causing such a stir on the beach," she said, her voice cool and honey-smooth, carrying authority without needing to raise in volume. "Rumors spread quickly here. I came to see for myself if there was truth in them… or just exaggeration."

Kallen scoffed but kept her grin.

C.C, ever detached, only smirked faintly. "Well, I should have expected an unwanted guest."

Villetta marched forward. She circled you once, appraising, letting her gaze trail openly down your naked form before meeting your eyes again. There was no shame in her stare, only sharp curiosity, tinged with challenge.

"I approve," Villetta said, eyes drawn to your flaccid dick.

Her gloved fingers ghosted along the knot at her hip, teasingly tugging the string of her bikini bottom, not enough to undo it, but enough to make her point.

In that moment, her attendants held up party poppers. POP! Confetti fell.

"It's your decision," Villetta said. "Them. Or me."

The bottoms were effectively floss-thin. Much sluttier than C.C and Kallen's bikinis. This dark-skinned hottie knew how to rile up a man. Her ass turn kept repeating in your head.

Your cock lurched to life. C.C let out a whistle. Kallen went wide-eyed. Villetta seemed very proud of herself.

Nnngh. You didn't think you could spew this much pre-cum so early in the morning. Villetta's daring, commanding presence demanded your male urge's first. Her smirk was a challenge you were more than ready to meet.

"Villetta, fine," you declared.

You sensed the disappointment in the other Code Geass girls, but come on, they should have picked sluttier outfits if they wanted your attention. Villetta's golden eyes flashed with triumphant fire. "A man who knows what he wants. I approve."

You closed the distance in one stride, your hands finding her hips, your hardening cock already pressing against the flimsy fabric of her bikini bottom. Villetta gasped, a sharp, delighted sound, as you spun her around and bent her over, the curve of her ass presented perfectly to you.

"Y-you're quite eager, aren't you?" Villetta said.

You didn't ask. You didn't need to. Villetta's eager moan as you yanked the tiny white triangle aside was consent enough.

Your cock spat pre-cum directly onto her waiting entrance, the wet splat echoing in the tense air. A crude, nasty gesture that made the dark woman shudder violently.

"Fuck, yes," Villetta hissed, pushing her hips back against you. "Don't you dare be gentle."

You guided your cock to her soaked slit, the broad head pressing against her pussy. You paused, savoring the moment, making her wait, making her beg.

"Please," Villetta whimpered, all her composure gone, replaced by raw, aching need.

You drove into her with one brutal, deep thrust, burying yourself to the hilt in her incredible, clenching heat. The sound was obscene—a wet, mushy shlllorp as her body stretched to take all of you.

Villetta's scream wasn't one of pain, but of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. "Oh fuuuck—! Oh fuck—!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

The first three thrusts. The first three signs of heaven. Villetta had been cocky. Villetta had purposely worn this outfit to be the first to get fucked and to prove herself."

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck—!"

But she didn't expect it to feel THIS good.

"C-c-c-cummmiiiing~!!!"

You set a punishing pace immediately, your balls slapping against her ass. You reached around, one hand grabbing a handful of her magnificent tit, squeezing the soft flesh spilling from her white top, your other hand tangling in her silver hair, pulling her head back.

"You came here for a show, you fucking slut?" you grunted into her ear, never slowing your ruthless rhythm. "You gonna come for them? You gonna come all over my cock while they watch?"

"Yesss!" Villetta shrieked, her pussy already convulsing around you. Her first orgasm ripped through her, a violent, shuddering climax that made her inner walls flutter and clench around your shaft like a desperate, wet fist. A gush of her arousal squelched out around your pistoning cock.

"Damn, you came so easily."

"I-I didn't—!" Villetta gasped and whimpered. "I didn't REALIZE YOUR COCK WOULD BE SO GOOODD~!!!"

You released her hair and focused on fucking her properly. The next orgasm came quickly. C.C and Kallen were shocked, impressed, and horny. Villetta was a woman that didn't fall easily.

"Yes, yes, yes, YES!!! CUMMIIING!!!"

Even though your cock made her fall oh-so easily.

You fucked her right through her orgasm, prolonging the waves of her pleasure. "Again. I want to feel you come again, Villetta."

And she did. Again and again. You angled your hips, grinding against her G-spot with every deep, penetrating thrust. Her screams became constant, broken pleas. "Don't stop! Oh fuck, right there! Gnnngh—I'm cumming! I'm CUMMING!" Her pussy milked you, another torrent of her juices splurging out around the base of your cock.

You were a machine of pure fucking, your world narrowed to the sensation of Villetta Nu's hot, slick cunt, the sound of your bodies colliding, and the audience of two beautiful women from Code Geass watching.

You felt your own climax coiling, a tight, burning knot in your sack. You were seconds away from painting her insides when a cool, familiar presence pressed against your back.

C.C's breath was a ghost against your ear, her voice a silken command amidst the carnality. "Do it inside," C.C murmured, her hands sliding down your sweat-slicked chest. "Do not save it for me. Conquer. Come inside her. Fill her up."

The green-hair witch's words were the final trigger. You slammed as deep into Villetta's wrecked pussy as you could possibly go and let go. Your release was volcanic, a hot, pulsing torrent that splurted deep into her depths. You ground your hips against her brown ass, pumping jet after jet of your cum into Villetta's willing, grasping womb, each throb of your cock milking another ragged moan from her oversensitive form.

As the last of your orgasm subsided, C.C turned your head and crushed her lips to yours. The kiss was deep and possessive, her tongue delving into your mouth, tasting your exhaustion and victory. You kissed her back, your balls and cock still shuddering from the force of your release inside Villetta's well-used cunt.

Then you met her eyes. They went from golden to red. They went from nothing to something more. You felt your balls stir.

"Keep cumming~"

So you did. It was like your balls suddenly doubled in size and post-nut clarity dissipated. It was like the moment of white of when a man nutted became something more than fleeting.

Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!

You and Villetta both fell to your knees. It was like something was both taking and pushing you forward, and the culprit was obvious: it was the witch C.C. She was doing something to you. Those red eyes, the eyes of Geas…

Spuuuurt, spuuuuurtttt! Spuuuurt, spuuuuurtttt!

Cumshots became bigger and harder. Your seed slipped out of Villetta's cunt. The white-haired woman herself literally whimpered with her eyes rolling back. It was becoming too much for her. It was as though she was being punished with overstimulation.

By C.C. By the woman who wanted to take you first.

But you couldn't complain. Why would you?

Making out with C.C while cumming inside Villetta Nu. What an honour.

"My turn—!"

You barely had a second to breathe before a pair of strong, impatient hands shoved you backward. You landed on the soft sand, your cock slipping out of Villetta with a wet, messy shluck. Your cock even stopped cumming the moment your eyes broke away from C.C's red ones.

Kallen stood over you, her blue eyes blazing with unspent desire, her candy-pink bikini doing little to hide her own arousal. "I said, my turn," Kallen declared, her voice husky with need. She didn't wait for an invitation. She straddled your hips in one fluid, athletic motion, her warm, wet slit already seeking your erection.

"Tch! You just ruined everything," C.C said, a note of genuine petulance in her otherwise cool tone.

Kallen just grinned down at you, not even glancing back. "Too slow." Her hand found your hardening dick, guiding it to her entrance. "Now let's see if you can make me scream."

The warm, wet clasp of Kallen's pussy was a fucking shock to your system. Her body, so taut with muscle and heat, sank down onto your softening cock with a greedy, slick schliiick. A groan was ripped from your throat as she bottomed out, her inner pussy muscles fluttering around your dick.

"That's it," Kallen purred in a low, victorious thrum. Her blue eyes were locked on yours, a challenge burning in them. "You're not done yet. Not even close."

Her hips began to move. And fuck, Kallen knew how to move.

This proud Japanese woman rode you with the same fierce, precise aggression she'd use to pilot a Knightmare Frame. Her thighs, powerful and sculpted, pistoned up and down, setting a brutal, demanding rhythm. CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! The sound of her ass meeting your thighs was a sharp, wet percussion. Your cock plunged into her depths over and over.

Kallen threw her head back, a gasp escaping her lips as her frilled bikini top did nothing to contain the wild, jiggling bounce of her tits. Each upward stroke was agony, each downward plunge, ecstasy.

"You came for her so easily," Kallen taunted, her breath hitching as she ground her clit against your pelvis. "Let's see you last for me. Fuck."

You gripped her hips, your fingers digging into the firm muscle there, trying to steer, to find some semblance of control. But she was a force of nature. She was trained to fight. She was trained to ride. Kallen, this Japanese nationalist, was a perfect, sinful machine built to wring out every drop of pleasure. You could feel the coiling tension in your balls, the inevitable surrender building despite your best efforts.

"W-wait—"

"What's wrong? Can't handle close-quarters," Kallen taunted.

This woman…

No wonder they called her the Queen of the Black Knights…! Her reaction speed, anytime you tried to grab her hips, she did something. She slammed down on you or she pressed her boobs down to your chest.

Or, maybe, she smirked and kissed your nipples.

This was the work of a woman whose speed and decision-making was only second to god.

"I'm… I'm gonna…" you grunted, the warning torn from you.

Kallen's grin was feral. "Do it. Cum for me," she commanded, slamming down harder, her inner walls convulsing around you in a wicked, milking rhythm. "Cum inside my fucking pussy!"

The order, her dominant tone, the overwhelming sensation—it was too much. You came, your orgasm surging up your spine and erupting into her in thick, pulsing ropes.

For a moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing and the wet drip of your combined releases.

Kallen collapsed forward, her sweat-slicked chest heaving against yours. A triumphant, breathy laugh escaped her. "See? I told you. You couldn't handle me. You just… mmmnpfh… filled me up." She shifted, a fresh, slick sound emanating from where you were still joined. "Now you're all empty for poor C.C."

In battle, Kallen was aggressive, ruthless, and opportunistic. She was the same in bed. She had this cockiness about her. This aggression.

Something in you snapped. The taunt, the arrogance—it cut through the post-orgasm haze like a whip crack. Empty? Fuck that.

You rolled, using the last of your strength to flip her onto her hands and knees in the sand. She let out a shocked oof, her eyes wide.

"What are you—?"

You didn't let her finish. You drove your still-hard cock back into her sopping wet heat from behind in one brutal, deep thrust.

Kallen's protest died in her throat, replaced by a choked, animalistic cry. Her back arched, presenting her perfect, round ass to you as you began to fuck her in earnest. This wasn't her rhythm; it was yours. This was punishment. This was reclamation.

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

Your hands gripped the knotted ties of her bikini bottoms, using them as leverage to pull her back onto your length with every punishing drive forward. She hadn't taken them off, after all, merely pushed them to the side for your dick to fuck. She thought she could fuck and leavee. She thought she could dominate and just walk away.

You weren't going to let that happen. The filthy, wet sounds of your renewed fucking filled the air.

"You wanted to see if I could make you scream?" you snarled. "Let's hear it, then."

"Nnnggh! Fuck!" Kallen cried out, her knuckles white in the sand. Her confident façade was crumbling, shattering under the deep pounding. Her body, so skilled and controlled, was now just a quivering, receptive vessel for your anger and your renewed, seemingly endless stamina. "It's… it's too deep! Aaaah!"

"Apologize," you demanded, smacking her ass hard. The sharp crack echoed.

"Gah! F-for what?!" Kallen whimpered, her voice breaking.

"For thinking I was done. For thinking you were in control." You punctuated each word with a deep, grinding thrust that made her toes curl in the sand.

You saw C.C from the corner of your eye. A faint, approving smirk was on her lips. She was enjoying the show, enjoying the shift in power.

The submission broke Kallen. "I'm sorry!" she wailed, her body shaking violently as another, more powerful orgasm seized her. Her inner walls clamped down on you like a vice, a gushing squirt of her release coating your thighs. "I'm sorry! Oh god, please, don't stop! Fuck me! Fucking ruin me!"

You fucked her through her pleas, through her shattered pride, her cries becoming mindless, primal screams of pleasure. You were a machine, a god of bliss and punishment, and she was your willing, broken acolyte.

"YOUR COCK IS RUIINING ME!!! I'M CUMMIIING!!!"

Now look at her. Completely changed. Completely different.

"INSHIIIDE!!" Kallen begged. "CUM INSHIIIDEEE!"

A cool hand touched your back. C.C's voice, a silken command, cut through the noise. "Don't. Cover her back with it. Mark her."

The permission, the sheer possessiveness in her tone, sent you over the edge one final time. You buried yourself to the hilt in Kallen's convulsing cunt, pretending to listen, only to yank your cock out. A massive load erupted from your spasming cock and onto Kallen's backside.The ropes of cum flung far and away, so the cum on her ass landed later. But it happened. You did not cum inside. You punished her for her arrogance.

You jerked yourself off for a long moment, panting and wanting to give as much as you could. When you were done, Kallen shuddered and moaned and then collapsed. "W-why not inshiide…" were her last words. After that, Kallen didn't move, sleeping in the sand in ragged, broken gasps.

C.C stood over both of you, her gaze lingering on the mess glistening on Kallen's ass and thighs. She let out a soft, thoughtful hum.

"Adequate," C.C murmured, her golden eyes finally lifting to meet yours. A slow, possessive smile spread across her face. "Now. I believe you owe me your undivided attention. And I do not like to be kept waiting."

C.C's slow, possessive smile was a challenge you were more than ready to meet.

Your dick was still throbbing from your release. "Then don't wait."

C.C's smirk deepened. She stepped over Kallen's prone, trembling form with an elegant disdain, her gaze dropping to your cock, which was already stirring again, slick with your own juices and Kallen's. She knelt in the sand before you. "You're a mess," C.C stated. "We can't have that."

She didn't use her hands. She simply leaned forward, her long, green hair trailing over your thighs, and her tongue, shockingly pink and warm, licked a long, slow stripe from your balls to the tip of your shaft.

The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet beach air. She cleaned you with a leisurely, meticulous precision that was utterly degrading and impossibly hot. Her golden eyes stayed locked on yours as her tongue worked, licking away every last drop of Kallen from your skin, her lips forming a perfect O to suck the head of your cock clean.

"There," C.C purred, pulling back just enough to speak, her breath hot on your wet flesh. "Now you're presentable. For me. Ah, but so sensitive? Already going to cum?"

She giggled.

"Just from a clean-up?"

Throb, throb.

The cool arrogance in her voice was the final spark. You'd had enough of her games, her detached amusement. You grabbed a fistful of her green hair, not hard enough to hurt, but with enough force to make her gasp, her eyes widening in genuine surprise. You guided her mouth back onto your cock, and this time, you didn't let her set the pace.

"You wanted my attention? You've got it." You slammed your hips forward, fucking her mouth. "Now fucking swallow it, you arrogant witch."

The sounds she made were divine. You fucked her throat with short, brutal thrusts, watching her composure shatter. Her eyes watered, a single tear tracing a path down her pale cheek, but she didn't pull away. She took it, her hands coming up to grip your thighs, her nails digging into your skin as she struggled to accommodate your length. The mmmnpfh sounds she made around your cock were a better confession than any words.

Including her gulp when you finally came. You let out a sigh and let C.C gulp it all down.

When you finally pulled out, a string of saliva connected her lips to your tip. She panted, her chest heaving, a raw, hungry look in her eyes you'd never seen before.

"On your hands and knees," you commanded, your voice leaving no room for debate.

For a heartbeat, she hesitated, that ancient pride flickering. Then, with a shuddering breath, she obeyed, positioning herself in the sand, presenting her perfect, round ass to you. You positioned yourself behind her, one hand on her hip, the other guiding your cock to her entrance. She was already wet, her heat radiating against you.

You didn't ease in. You sheathed yourself inside her in one savage, driving thrust.

Squelch.

C.C cried out, a sharp, broken sound that was nothing like her usual composed tones. Her back arched, her head fell back, and her fingers clawed at the sand. "F-Fuck!" she gasped, the vulgar word sounding foreign and exquisite on her lips. "Y-your cock is really—"

Two thrusts. Two gasps. Like with Kallen, like everyone else, the stoic witch didn't expect it to feel THIS amazing. Like nirvana. Like every thrust mattered.

"S-something!"

You set a punishing rhythm instantly, pounding into her with everything you had. Each thrust was a claim, a punishment for her arrogance, a reward for her submission. The wet, rhythmic slap-slap-slap of your bodies meeting filled the air, a lewd counterpoint to her increasingly desperate moans.

"Oh god, oh gosh—! T-this thing! This dick…! Mmmppph~!!!" C.C wasn't loud like Villetta and Kallen were. Naturally, she was quiet. She was stoic. She was arrogant and liked things to go her way. But this?

"I-I can't—! How am I already orgassminnnnnng~!!!"

This was what she wanted to see. To feel. You grunted and driving into her hard, making her whole body jolt. She wanted to see what you could do. Feel what you could.

"Y-Yes!" C.C cried out, her voice cracking. "Oh, gods, yes! This DICK IS ALL I'VE WANTEDDD~!!!"

"Say it again," you demanded, grabbing her green hair again and pulling her head back, arching her spine. "Tell me whose cock this is."

"Y-Yours!" C.C screamed as you hit a spot deep inside her that made her vision whiten. "It's yours! It's the best cock I've ever had! The best! Fuck! Fucking ruin me!"

Her confession, screamed into the empty beach, was your victory. Feeling her cunt tighten around you again and again, her body seizing up with orgasm after uncontrollable orgasm, every little thing mattered. Every one of your thrusts was a ripple of intense pleasure that milked your cock, a squirt of her release coating your thighs or the sand. This once stoic, mighty witch was babbling, begging, completely undone, her dignity gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated need for dick.

A dick like yours couldn't last forever, especially in a hot babe like this.

"Cuuuummm!!! Please cum inside! Inside me! Give me peaceee!!!"

C.C wanted peace. It was all she ever wanted in her life. Blessing Geass to others, it was all for this goal.

How unnecessary.

All she really needed was a healthy creampie.

Your cushions were explosive, a hot, endless flood pouring into her depths. Splurt. Gush. Spurt. You held her hips tight against you, pumping every last drop into her clutching, wet heat, claiming her completely.

You stayed like that for a long moment, panting, joined together. You slowly pulled out, a thick stream of your cum trickling out of C.C's well-used pussy and down her thigh with a wet drip.

C.C collapsed forward into the sand, utterly spent, her body trembling with aftershocks. You stood over your conquests: Villetta, still unconscious and creampied; Kallen, broken and marked on her back; and now C.C, the unflappable witch, reduced to a quivering, creampied mess in the sand. All three hot women from Code Geass, completely and utterly dominated.

You let out a heavy breath, the adrenaline slowly fading. A slow smile spread across your face. What a victory.

The low, satisfied hum of your own pulse was still thrumming in your ears when a new, brighter energy cut through the tranquil post-coil haze. Two figures were walking along the water's edge, their silhouettes stark against the golden-orange of the sun. You knew them instantly. The entire beach seemed to tilt on its axis, pivoting to watch their approach. Not because it really did but because your dick was standing at attention again.

"Oh hey, look Erza! We made it!"

"Looks like those three talked a big game. They said they'd have him on his knees."

Lucy Heartfilia and Erza Scarlet.

What a damn privilege for your cock.

Erza Scarlet stood like a warrior queen on holiday, her posture impossibly straight and proud. Crimson hair, a shade deeper than the dying sunlight, cascaded over smooth, pale shoulders. A wide-brimmed straw hat cast a shadow across her face, but it did nothing to hide the formidable presence she carried. Her bikini was a study in bold simplicity: a white top that cut a deep, daring 'v' over her chest, the fabric straining heroically to contain the full, heavy swell of her breasts. A scarlet wrap was knotted tightly at her hip. Her arms were crossed beneath her bust, a move that did nothing to lessen their incredible prominence and everything to make them bigger.

Beside her, Lucy Heartfilia was a burst of cheerful, sunny energy. Her blonde hair, tied with a cute bow, swung with her light steps. She wore a playful two-piece in pink and yellow, dotted with cheerful little stars, the top pressing enticingly against her own generous curves. Instead of a bottom, she'd opted for tiny denim cutoffs that hugged her hips and rode low on her stomach, drawing the eye to the smooth, tantalizing strip of skin between the denim and her bikini top. A small bag dangled from her elbow, but it was an afterthought. All anyone could see was her bright smile and her big tits.

They stopped a few feet from your little tableau of conquered women. Erza's sharp, brown eyes scanned the scene—Villetta's still form, Kallen's marked back, C.C's exhausted tremors in the sand—then landed squarely on you. A single, perfectly shaped eyebrow arched upwards. Lucy's smile faltered for a second, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink as she took it all in, a small, nervous gulp catching in her throat.

"My," Erza began. "It would appear we missed quite the… event."

Lucy shifted her weight, the denim of her shorts straining. The longer she looked at the fucked chicks, the redder her blush. "R-right" Her eyes darted to you, then away, then back again, a little braver this time. "W-wow, so that's a penis, huh…."

Erza uncrossed her arms, letting her hands settle on her hips. The movement made the white fabric of her top seem even more precarious. "Think he can help us with our bikinis?" she asked her friend.

"H-huh, you think…?"

"Yep."

Seemed like they had been searching for something and got in the form of you.

"Yeah!" Lucy chimed in, finding her nerve. She stepped forward, her expression turning pleading. "Help us out, please!"

You cocked your head and asked, "With what?"

"Bikinis! Please? We've been to, like, three shops already and nothing feels right. Erza can't decide, and I just don't know what bottom goes with this top!" Lucy gestured down at her starry bikini, a move that made her chest bounce enticingly.

Erza came along with her friend and added with a smirk, "Please~!"

They closed in on either side of you. The scent of salt and sea was suddenly replaced by the sweet fragrance of Lucy's perfume and the clean, sharp scent of Erza Scarlet. Their boobs right in your face.

Try not to cum challenge: begin.

"Come on, come on~!" Lucy said.

Was it possible to fight these women? It didn't seem like it. Your eyes were firmly glued and your cock was firmly pulsating and dribbling with pre-cum.

"It won't take long," Erza murmured right by your ear. "We simply need a second opinion. An expert opinion. Judging by your cock, I think you're more than equipped."

Lucy giggled. "Really, we'll make it worth your while. I'll make it worth your while." Lucy emphasized her point by linking her arm with yours. Her boobs were finally introducing themselves. Erza did the same thing and was much less coy about it, squeezing your arm tighter between her boobs and your arms.

Boobs to your arms, boobs hypnotizing you and making your dick go crazy, you were taken around the hotel and back into the town-ish part of everything. Stores and karaoke places and all that.

You were nudged through the arched entrance of a secluded, high-end boutique, all white linen and soft lighting. A single, discreet attendant gave your nude, sand-dusted form a wide-eyed look before Erza fixed her with a gaze that could freeze magma. The woman immediately found something very important to do in the back room.

The second she was gone, Erza turned to you, all business. "Now. The assessment begins." With a deft flick of her wrist, she untied the knot at her hip. The scarlet wrap slithered down her powerful legs to pool on the floor. She stood before you in just that impossibly small white top and a pair of simple white bikini bottoms that did little to contain the splendid curve of her ass.

"So, this is what I have so far," Erza declared, though her posture showed no shame, only a warrior's practicality. "Any suggestions? Should we stick with white or black?"

Not to be outdone, Lucy's fingers went to the button of her cutoffs. "And I need to match!" The denim was shoved down her thighs in one quick motion, kicked off into a corner. She stood in her star-patterned top and a tiny yellow thong, her hips swaying playfully. "See? Doesn't go at all! O-or does it?"

That was the question, wasn't it?

For the next twenty minutes, you were in a special kind of heaven-fueled hell. Erza requisitioned bikini after bikini from the racks, modeling each one with a critical frown. A daring red string bikini that vanished between her cheeks. A black one-piece that plunged so low in the front and back it was practically a suggestion. Each time, Erza would turn and ask for your opinion, her eyes watching you closely as you struggled to form coherent words.

Lucy was less formal, more tactile. She'd hold up different bottoms against herself, pressing against your side. "What about this one? Too much lace? Or this? Do you like the tie-sides?" She'd take your hand and place it on her hip, guiding your fingers over the different fabrics. "Feel this one. It's so soft, right?"

You were hard as a rock, utterly on display for them, and they used it mercilessly. Erza would 'accidentally' brush her hand against you as she turned. Lucy would lean over far more than necessary to pick up a new option, giving you a breathtaking view down her top.

Finally, Erza held up a final choice. It was black, stark and severe against her pale skin. You personally picked it out. The top was a structured balconette that lifted and showcased her magnificent breasts like priceless artifacts, and the bottoms were high-cut, emphasizing the incredible length of her legs and the tight curve of her behind. She looked in the mirror, a slow, satisfied smile finally gracing her lips.

"Yes," Erza purred. "This will do. Your eye is satisfactory."

Lucy clapped her hands. "Perfect! And for me…" She held up the matching pink-and-yellow star-patterned bikini bottoms. "I'll just stick with my top and switch to these! It's so much better, don't you think?" She didn't wait for an answer, quickly shedding the yellow thong and stepping into the new bottoms, tying them securely at her hips. The fit was perfect, hugging her curves and complementing the playful top perfectly.

They stood before you, the same yet different. Slipping in and out of nudity in front of a male that was rockhard. They exchanged a look, a silent communication passing between them.

Lucy bit her lip, her blue eyes sparkling. "So, um…"

Whatever Lucy was about to suggest was interrupted by Erza. "Let's go out. I want to feel the sun first."

Ah.

So you went. Lucy and Erza in bikinis while pre-cum fell from your dick.

"So, where are we going, Erza?"

"To sunbathe," Erza replied like it was obvious. "We will have our eager friend to massage us."

Eh? Was that what was happening here? Erza acted like you knew. Oh well, you did not mind, not one bit. You walked, an erection and two hot babes from Fairy Tail leading the way.

The afternoon sun poured over the beach like warm honey. The crash of the waves provided a rhythmic soundtrack to the two stunning women settling onto a large, plush towel they'd spread on the sand. Erza stretched her arms over her head with a contented sigh, the movement making the stark black fabric of her new bikini strain deliciously across her breasts.

"Mm, the sun is gorgeous today," Erza remarked. The redhead laid herself down on her stomach, turning her head to the side to look at you. "But now, my back is tight from all that standing. So, would you mind?"

She began untying her top and you caught a glimpse of her nipples. Your dick dripped harder with pre-cum. It wasn't a request. It was a command, issued with the unshakable confidence of a woman who was used to being obeyed. Her crimson hair was splayed out around her like a fiery halo.

Lucy giggled, kneeling on the towel and applying sunscreen to her arms. "Be nice, Erza. He did help us, after all." Her blue eyes twinkled with mirth as she shot you a glance that was anything but innocent.

You moved to kneel beside Erza, your own heart thudding heavily against your ribs. The sight of her laid out before you, powerful and prone, was incredibly arousing. The high-cut bottoms of her bikini did little to hide the incredible curve of her ass, and the knotted ties at her hips and back seemed to beg to be pulled.

"Well?" Erza prompted, her voice slightly muffled by the towel. "I'm waiting."

You placed your hands on her shoulders, your thumbs finding the tight knots of muscle along her spine. Erza let out a soft, appreciative groan as you began to work, the sound going straight to your groin. You kneaded the firm flesh of her shoulders, working your way down her back. The skin under your palms was warm from the sun.

"Mmm, lower," Erza murmured, and you obediently moved your hands down to the small of her back. Lower and lower you went. Your fingers brushed against the top of her bikini bottom, and you felt her muscles flutter under your touch.

Every sigh that escaped Erza's lips, every shift of her incredible body under your hands, stoked the fire in your balls. You were acutely aware of Lucy watching you both.

Your massage became less about relieving tension and more about exploration. Your thumbs traced the defined lines of her muscles, your palms sliding over the incredible swell of her hips. You let your hands drift lower, cupping the magnificent curves of her ass through the thin black fabric. A sharp, approving intake of breath was your reward.

"Yes, right there," Erza breathed out. She tried to pretend that she didn't push her hips back against your hands just slightly. She totally did. "Mm, and my chest too."

So, your hands went back up and cupped her breasts. She did a small stretch to let your hands slip in under. Your fingers trembled and then went for her nipples.

Erza did not rebuke you.

That was all the permission you needed. Your erection pressed against the cleft of her ass. The friction was maddening. All she had left was this…!

You couldn't help yourself. You began to move, a slow, grinding rhythm against her. The soft, firm pressure was exquisite. Erza let out a low, throaty sound of pleasure, pushing back against you in time with your grinding and your groping.

Hands in Titania's breasts, cock in the queen's ass cheeks.

This was Erza Scarlet. This was the strongest woman of Fairy Tail and you were receiving her deepest acceptance and affections.

"Oh, fuck," you grunted, the coarse fabric of your trunks rubbing against the slick, thin material of her bikini bottom. The world narrowed to the feeling of her body against yours, the sound of the waves, and Lucy's soft, knowing giggles.

It was too much. The building pressure in your balls snapped. With a guttural groan, you pressed yourself against her, your hips stuttering as pleasure exploded through you. You blew your load all over her ass and her backside. Jets of cum surprising Erza and making her gasp.

"Y-you…" She threw a look over and smirked. "Look at that~!"

Your cock gave everything it had. You then collapsed against her for a moment, breathing heavily, the intense throb of your orgasm slowly receding.

Lucy's giggle turned into a full-blown, delighted laugh. "Wow! Look at that! A real fountain show!" she chirped, laughing a bit. "W-wow, amazing! Hahaha…!"

Erza shifted beneath you, and you pulled off her, standing on your knees and slightly dazed. She pushed herself up on her elbows, turning to look at you over her shoulder. A slow, deeply smug smile spread across her beautiful face. Erza, the great Titania of Fairy Tail, was not agitated or angered. Her eyes raked over your disheveled form, lingering on the obvious cause of everything.

"I'm glad to see I can make men cum," Erza said, triumphant and satisfied. She rolled over completely onto her back, her chest rising and falling steadily. The black top was not tied and laid on her magnificent breasts perfectly, and her gaze was heavy-lidded and hungry. She reached out, her fingers tracing a line up your thigh. "And now that you've… warmed up, no more waiting. Fuck me. Now."

She hooked an arm on your shoulder and dragged you into a kiss. Her legs wrapped around your waist, locking you in place, her hips already rolling up to grind the thin fabric of her bikini bottom against the rigid length of your cock. The friction was a sweet, torturous promise. You broke the kiss and your hands fumbled with the side ties of her bottoms, your fingers tangling in the strings before yanking them loose. The fabric gave way, and you shoved it down her powerful thighs. At long, you were both gloriously, completely bare under the blazing sun.

"Glad to see you're still eager~!" Erza commented.

You positioned yourself at her entrance, both of you slick and ready. You looked down at her, at the triumphant, commanding queen awaiting her due. With one powerful, driving thrust, you buried your entire fucking length inside her in a single, breathtaking motion.

It was like your dick size wasn't what mattered but that it was you. It was like you were perfect and supposed to be here and nothing else mattered. Only you. Only you and your cock.

Because despite the pride and the power, Erza Scarlet's back arched off the towel. Yes, she was capable of battling whole nations, nearly losing herself. Her eyes, wide for a split second, then fluttered shut. "G-g-good! T-that's—"

You withdrew your cock. You slammed back in. Erza's eyes widened and rolled back.

"F-fuck! Yes! Just like that! Don't you dare hold back!"

From the very first stroke, your hips pistoning into her like they wanted to meet her needs. To impress her. Your cock plunged into her soaked depths and did SO much more. Her magnificent breasts bounced as the top literally leapt off.

"Oh god—! Oh goddess! Oh Fairy Tail~!!!"

Lucy was especially shocked. She never thought she'd see Erza losing like this. "W-wow…" The big-titty blonde heaved and gulped. "A-amzing…!"

"Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!" Erza chanted, her commands morphing into pure, desperate pleas. Her nails scored down your back. The dominance she'd worn like a crown was shattered, replaced by the raw, unvarnished need of a woman being thoroughly taken. Erza was moaning, loud and continuous, a filthy soundtrack to your frenzy. "I-I should have expected as much from a man like you!!"

She grinned. She looked up at you. Erza Scarlet had this look of senior approval.

Then she climaxed, her tongue lolled out, and she looked like a whore all over again.

"S-sheesh, look at you go!" Lucy's voice cut through the haze, bright with excitement and lust. She was kneeling beside you, her eyes dancing as she watched you wreck her friend. "You're making her orgasm! W-wow, it's just like in my books!"

You fucked Erza harder, deeper, your world narrowing to the feeling of her hot, silken walls clenching and milking your cock. You could feel the telltale tremors building in her thighs, the way her inner muscles began to spasm erratically around you. ERza's head thrashed side to side in the sand. "I'm—oh god, I'm coming! I'm coming! Don't stop, don't you STOPPP~!!! DON'T YOU DARE STOP MAKING ME CUUUMMM—!"

Her whole body seized up, a silent scream on her lips as her orgasm slammed into her. Her cunt convulsed around you, a series of intense, fluttering pulses that made you grunt with the effort to not climax right then and there.

As the last waves of her climax subsided, Erza went limp beneath you. dominant warrior was gone, replaced by a blissed-out, thoroughly fucked woman.

So…that was it? You hadn't even orgasmed yet….

"N-no…" Erza seemed to respond. "Y-your cock…might be too much…evennnshh for Titanniia…b-but not…"

You were still buried deep inside her, throbbing and aching for release, when a pair of soft hands grabbed your shoulders from behind. Lucy pulled you back, her lips finding yours in a searing, unexpected kiss. It wasn't aggressive; it was deep, exploring, and impossibly sweet. Her tongue against yours, and a wave of dizzying warmth washed over you, weakening your limbs.

Lucy broke the kiss with a soft pop, her blue eyes sparkling. "My turn to play," she whispered, and with a gentle but firm push, she pulled your cock out of Erza and guided you down onto your back in the sand.

Before you could even process it, Lucy was straddling your face, her hips lowering. The star-patterned fabric of her bikini bottom was gone—you didn't even see her remove it. All you could see, smell, and taste was her. Her wet, swollen folds pressed against your mouth, and you didn't need any instruction. You buried your face in her pussy, your tongue licking a broad, flat stripe from her entrance to her clit.

Lucy cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated delight. "Oh! Right there! Y-yessss!" She ground herself against your mouth, her hands tangling in your head to hold you in place. Your world became the taste of her, the musky, sweet scent of her arousal, and the desperate, little moans she made above you.

Meanwhile, Erza, having recovered some of her strength, crawled over to your hips. Her eyes were still glazed, but a new, shared hunger was in them. "I-I told you, you might be too much for me but not…not Fairy Tail…!" Erza took your rock-hard, slick cock in her hand. She gave it a couple strokes and with a hefty breath, she pointed it to her dripping cunt. She didn't wait; she sank down onto you in one smooth, fluid motion, impaling herself on your length.

"Fuck! Yes!" Erza moaned, beginning to ride you, her movements slower now, more sensual, but no less intense. "T-together! Together, Fairy Tail will defeat you!"

"Make us cum," Lucy begged from atop your face, her voice hitching as your tongue circled her clit. "Mmmnpfh… please… make us both cum together!"

"You heard her," Erza panted, leaning forward to brace her hands on your chest, her breasts swaying near you. On instinct, you hands went and pinched her nipples. Her hips rolled in a perfect, grinding circle, taking you impossibly deep. "We want to feel you make us cum at the same time. Don't you dare finish until we do!"

The dual sensations were overwhelming. The wet, hot pressure of Lucy on your face, the tight, gripping heat of Erza on your cock. You drove your tongue deeper into Lucy's sweetness, fucking her with your face as Erza fucked herself on your shaft. You could feel both of them tightening, both of them climbing higher and higher. Their moans began to sync, rising in pitch and desperation.

Lucy's thighs began to tremble around your ears. Erza's nails dug into your pectorals. "I'm so close…" Lucy whimpered.

"Me too… don't stop… don't you stop!" Erza cried.

You redoubled your efforts, your tongue lashing Lucy's clit while your hips thrust up to meet Erza's every downward plunge. The tension was a live wire, snapping and crackling between the three of you.

Lucy came first, her body buckling as a choked scream was torn from her. Her pussy pulsed against your tongue, a flood of wet heat coating your lips and chin. The feeling of her orgasm triggered Erza's. With a final, guttural shout, Erza clenched around you—

"CUMMMING!"

And her inner pussy muscles spasming in a violent, rhythmic contraction that milked your cock mercilessly.

Their simultaneous cries of release were your undoing. The coil in your own balls shattered. Your own orgasm roared up your spine, white-hot and utterly consuming. You erupted inside Erza, a hot, seemingly endless torrent flooding her womb. Each powerful jet was met with another shuddering clench from her, drawing every last drop from you until you were spent, your once arching back and hips collapsing into the sand, utterly drained and pinned beneath two blissfully orgasming women.

The humid beach air clung to your sweat-slicked skin as you came back to your senses. On top of your face, Lucy was a trembling, boneless heap, and on your cock, Erza Scarlet was completely still, her full weight pressing you into the sand. The Fairy Tail queen's tight, warm channel still hugged your softening cock, but her breathing was deep and even.

More than that…

'Out cold,' you realized.

On her own, Lucy pulled herself off of you. With a grunt, you gripped her hips and carefully lifted Erza off you. Her magnificent body slumped to the side, landing on the towel with a soft thump. The moment her pussy left your cock, a thick river of your cum gushed out of her, a white cascade that splurted and squelched onto the sand, painting her inner thighs and the curve of her ass. The sight was obscene, a lewd testament to the fucking she'd just taken. You watched, mesmerized, as another pearly strand dribbled from Erza's well-used hole.

Lucy propped herself up on her elbows, her blonde hair sticking to her glistening skin. Her blue eyes were wide, fixed on the erotic display. "Wow," Lucy breathed, her voice husky. "It's… it's even better than I imagined. So much." A hungry, almost professional curiosity sparked in her gaze. "The way it just… flows out of her."

Lucy crawled over to you, her movements sluggish with aftershocks but her intent clear. She didn't even glance at her unconscious friend. Her world had narrowed to you and your cock, which was already stirring back to life, slick with the combined juices of both women. "Y-you never seem to go soft, huh?"

Nope, not after that nap.

The animalistic need hadn't left you; it had only been banked. Seeing your cum spill from Erza had fanned the embers back into a roaring fire. You grabbed Lucy, your hands gripping the soft flesh of her hips, and rolled, pinning her beneath you in the sand. She let out a sharp, delighted gasp, her legs instinctively wrapping around your waist.

"You want to wait," you asked, aligning your throbbing cock with her dripping entrance. "Or do you want something else?"

"I…I want inspiration. I want…" Lucy mewled. "T-this cock. B-because I'm a writer a-and…"

"Excuses, excuses." You just smiled. "You wanted inspiration? I'll give it to you."

You drove into her in one brutal, deep thrust. Blue eyes rolled back and you filled her cunt completely, your balls slapping wetly against her ass.

"T-this is—"

Cock? Yes! You thrust again!

"Oh fuck, oh fuck—!"

And again.

"Oh gods, I think I'm cuummi—"

And again—!

"CUMMIIING!!!" she screamed, her back arching off the ground. "I'M CUMMINGG! I'M CUMMING FROM A GUY'S DIIICKKK~!!"

You established a punishing rhythm immediately, fucking into her with deep, powerful strokes that made the sand shift beneath the towel. Each thrust was a raw, visceral impact. PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! Her entire body jolted with the force of it. Her generous breasts bounced, and her hands scrambled for purchase on your shoulders.

"Oh gods, oh fuck, I can feel every inch!" Lucy babbled, her writer's mind already trying to catalog the sensation. "The way your cock stretches me… the smack of your skin on mine… the squish of my pussy taking you…d-don't stop! Don't stop! DON'T STOOOPPPP~!!!"

You leaned forward, changing the angle, and her screaming crescendoed into a wordless wail. You'd found that perfect spot, and you pistoned into it without mercy. You hooked your arms under her knees, pushing her legs back toward her shoulders, spreading her wide open and plunging even deeper into her sopping wet heat. The plap-plap-plap of your bodies was a rapid, lewd drumbeat on the beach.

"I'm gonna— I'm gonna—" Lucy tried to warn you, but her next orgasm stole her voice. It was a silent, breathless moment before her whole body seized, her pussy clamping down on your shaft in a series of violent, fluttering spasms. Her juices flooded around your cock, making the already slick fuck even messier.

"Again," Lucy demanded in a pathetic wail. You, of course, never broke your pace, fucking her right through her climax. "Make me cum AGAIIIN~!"

Lucy, the good little smut author. She needed to feel everything.

"YES!" Lucy shrieked, her voice raw as another, even stronger wave crashed over her. Her eyes were unfocused, seeing nothing but the pleasure you were giving her. "I'm your fucking muse! Fuck me! Use me! Fill me with your story!"

You could feel your own end approaching. Her pussy was a perfect, milking velvet vise, begging for your load. You drove into her one last time, hilting yourself to the root, and held there as the eruption tore through you.

"NOW! CUM INSIDE ME! I NEED IT!" Lucy begged, her hands clutching your face. "CUM INSSSIIIDE MEEE~!!"

Rope after hot, thick rope of cum splurted deep into her womb, painting her insides white. Each jet was accompanied by a convulsive shudder from Lucy, her own orgasm reignited by the feeling of being filled. She trembled violently beneath you, her cries softening to overwhelmed whimpers as you emptied yourself completely into her.

You collapsed on top of her, both of you slick with sweat and cum, breathing in ragged, matching gasps. The smell of sex and sea salt was overwhelming. You could feel your seed already beginning to trickle out from around your still-buried cock.

Lucy's arms wound around your neck, holding you close. "Mmmph… that… that was…" she murmured, her voice dreamy and utterly spent. "Perfect. The perfect climax. I felt every… single…"

Lucy Heartfilia smiled cutely and passed out. You laughed and pecked her on the lips.

A slow, deliberate clapping sound came from nearby. You turned your head to see C.C. standing a few feet away, a slice of pizza in one hand. She took a bored bite, her golden eyes flicking from your exhausted forms to the unconscious Erza.

"How… predictable," C.C said, her voice a lazy murmur. "Leaving the most interesting for last, I see. I do hope you've saved some

C.C? You thought you fucked her until she couldn't walk. "How are you…?"

"I'm an immortal witch that represents love," said C.C with a small smirk. "Don't underestimate me."

Looks like your job wasn't over just yet, huh?

"And after me, assuming you can get past me," C.C said, "there's another that wishes to take you on. An immortal like me, desperate for good dick. Her name is Scathach."

***

Who was Scathach?

Scathach was a powerful warrior-queen and martial arts teacher from Celtic mythology who appeared as a summonable Servant in the mobile game Fate/Grand Order. She was immortal, as C.C mentioned, and she held a deep connection to the Land of Shadows and her famous student, Cú Chulainn.

It was pretty simple what you wanted. What she wanted.

Raw, challenging sex.

The warm sun beat down on the pristine white sand. You stood there, your cock throbbing painfully hard beneath your swim trunks. Yes, miraculously, you managed to fetch one for yourself.

So where was Scathach? Right in front of you, lounged gracefully on a white beach chair, her purple bikini clinging to her perfectly sculpted hourglass figure. Her long, purple hair cascaded down her back and her seat, and her piercing red eyes locked onto yours with an amused smirk. She was every bit the imposing warrior-woman you'd imagined: radiant, confident, and utterly untouchable. Yet here she was, reclining like a queen, a hand behind her head and her toned legs slightly parted as if daring you to make a move.

"Hmm," Scathach hummed, "You're quite bold, aren't you? Standing there like that, practically begging for attention." Her gaze flicked downward, lingering on the obvious bulge in your trunks. "But the fact that you're here means you dealt with C.C."

You did indeed.

"Well then, shall we get started?"

You didn't have time to respond before she reached out, her slender fingers brushing against the fabric of your swimsuit. Like magic, she tugged them down, freeing your aching cock into the open air. The cool breeze kissed your heated skin, but it was nothing compared to the warmth of her hand as it wrapped around your ballsack.

"Impressive sack," Scathach remarked. "Quite heavy. How many women have you fucked already?"

You didn't get to answer again. Scathach gave a reply.

"Ah, I see. I'm impressed that you defeated Erza and C.C so easily." Her hands massaged your nutsack. "You deserve praise. Truly."

From balls to cock, her touch went. Her fingers slid up and down your length with a slow, almost torturous rhythm. You grunted. There was a bit of magic involved with this chick.

"They are called runes. I drew them with my massage and returned your balls to their prime," Scathach explained, reading your mind. "I don't want you to give excuses, after all."

Since you were back at full capacity, pre-cum oozed in small bursts. Schlick. Schlick. The sound of her hand moving over your slickening cock was obscenely loud, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure shooting through to your nutsack. At this point, you were used to going from full to empty and back to full. Orihime and Tsunade and some others, they were capable of miracles.

Scathach was the same.

"Not bad," Scathach murmured, her lips curling into a sly smile. "You're quite the specimen. I can see why this beach brought me here." Her grip tightened slightly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head of your cock, and you couldn't help but shudder. "But let's see how much you can take."

She picked up the pace then, her hand moving faster, her fingers expertly teasing every inch of you. The sound of her palm meeting the base of your cock was impressive. It was different because there was this smoothness to her.

"I handle spears on the daily," Scathach said, reading your mind once again. "I like to put art into it. To give results is one thing, but to give it with meaning and art is another. It is what gives life purpose."

Obviously, it had to happen.

"It is what can make a man cum in ten minutes ten seconds."

With a low groan, you came, your release spurting out in thick, white ropes. Splurt, splurt, spluuurt! But Scathach was ready. With inhuman reflexes, she moved her hand to block it. To catch every last drop, her smirk never faltering as your cum splashed against her palm. When it was over, she held up her glistening hand, examining it with a raised eyebrow.

"I say ten seconds but you lasted longer. Impressive," Scathach said simply, her tone almost approving. "Not many can last even this long under my touch." She wiped her hand clean on the side of the chair, her red eyes never leaving yours. "But I think we're just getting started."

Remember, this was a warrior queen. Like Powergirl and Tsunade, she could react and move at speeds beyond human perception. You were completely unaffected by the fact that you had switched places, landing on her chair with a soft thud. Scathach straddled you and her bottoms were already off, dangling from her finger. She licked her lips and stroked your dick only once.

"Mmm…!"

Her finger flicked her bottoms away and she lowered herself onto your still-hard cock. Scathach was tight—so tight—and wet, her body welcoming you with a heat that made your head spin.

"Let's see if you can keep up," Scathach purred, her hands resting on your chest as she began to move. Her riding you was filthy, her movements steady and controlled as she took everything you had to give. Scathach didn't have a huge ass, she was lithe.

But goddamn. You still wanted to grab that ass and you did.

Scathach did not ride with passion. It was with centuries worth of understanding that she rode your cock. It was almost…scientific, if that made sense.

So you threw your hips up. You tried to counter. Scathach let out a little gasp and nothing else. She wasn't going to lose as easily as some of the others, it seemed.

"Mmm, you're bigger than I expected," Scathach murmured, her voice soft but laced with something darker. "And you know how to use it, too. A rare combination." Her pace quickened then, her thighs tightening around you as she rode you harder, faster. "Mmm…! Nngggh!"

You didn't give up though. Grabbing her ass cheeks, you kept thrusting up. You kept wanting to make her react. She kept peering down at you. She kept challenging you without speaking. The fact that she wasn't mocking you meant that she was already taking you seriously.

"Haaah! Nggghh! T-that's it! That's right! K-keep it going," Scathach said without sounding concerned or overwhelmed. "D-do your best! Hone that spear!"

She kept looking down. She kept sounding like a mentor.

Her long violet hair, flowing like silk, only highlighted the emotion in her sharp crimson eyes. She had the bearing of a queen, the mind of a warrior wanting challenge, and the physique of someone forged through endless training.

Her butt was no exception. It was the kind that made your breath hitch without meaning to. Firm and sculpted, shaped by years of combat and discipline, yet still heart-shaped and undeniably feminine. It wasn't oversized or exaggerated, but just the right balance: a toned, athletic roundness that filled out any bikini bottom or tight garment to perfection. When she moved, whether it was a deliberate stride or the subtle flex of her hips, the definition was clear—solid muscle layered under a supple curve.

It was the sort of figure that made you believe she could crush you in battle one moment, then make your knees weak the next just by turning around. In your case, you grabbed that butt and pounded into her cunt steadily. It was perfect. A steady pace that would make any other woman into a gasping mess. You weren't rocketing, you were choosing to carefully save for stamina for later.

You were right to do so as well.

It wasn't long before Scathahc began to lose her composure. Her breath hitched, her moans growing louder as she approached her own climax. ""No one… no one has ever made me feel like this," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "Y-you and this cock h-have pushed me—nngggh~!"

Her words sent a surge of pride through you, spurring you on as you thrust up into her, meeting her movements with equal fervor. She leaned forward then, her hands gripping your shoulders as she whispered in your ear, "Don't stop. Not until I—"

Your hands slid down Scathach's toned sides, gripping the curve of her ass with a hunger that surprised even you. And then wham!

You thrust.

Scathach orgasmed.

Her head tilted back and a lewd gasp left her lips. She seemed to praise something in her native language, an ancient form of Gaelic. You didn't understand it. You didn't have to. She was blessing your cock. Blessing you.

It wasn't like you wanted to stop but…

'F-fuck! Fuck! Her pussy! S-so tight!

So tight that you had to stop. Otherwise, you'd seem stupid trying.

You let her experience in full. The shaking of her head as she breathed and her curling toes, Scathach fully experienced those sensations until she finally calmed down.

Scathach let out a sharp, breathy laugh, her red eyes narrowing as she looked down at you. "Stopping right after I orgasmed? You're getting bold," she teased, though the way her hips rocked against yours betrayed her own need. She didn't seem to realize how tight her cunt got either. In some ways, this was new territory.

You didn't wait for permission. With a grunt, you slammed her down your cock. The loud clap of her ass meeting pelvis was obscene, and it only fueled your desire. She gasped, her head tilting back as you thrust into her harder for a second and third. "Ah—! "Y-you—!" she started, but her words were cut off by a moan that made your cock twitch inside her.

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

Her hands gripped your shoulders, her nails digging in as she tried to keep her composure. "You think you can just—ah!—take control like this?" she breathed, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound scornful. But you could feel her walls tightening around you, pulling you deeper with every stroke.

"I'm not thinking it," you replied. "I'm doing it."

Scathach was stunned. She seemed genuinely speechless. Then, with a smirk that didn't quite reach her eyes, she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. "Prove it," she whispered, her tone a challenge. She slammed down and tried to take over. "No spear has ever been beyond my reach."

Ha.

One hand stayed on her ass, squeezing tightly, while the other moved to her hip, holding her steady, and you stood up, taking Scathach up with you. She didn't get to wrap her legs around you because you started fucking her with recklessly.

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

You made her gasp, whimper, and then clamp her own mouth. Scathach tried to keep up her facade, but it was crumbling fast. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, and the way her body trembled told you she was close. "N-no… this isn't…!" she started, but another hard thrust shut her up, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.

"Admit it," you demanded. "Say it."

She orgasmed. Oh she did. Three, four, five times. She didn't tighten up the same as she did before, probably because of the chain reaction, but she would soon. You could feel it.

Scathach shook her head, her crimson hair falling around her face like a curtain. "I won't… I-I can't…!" she gasped, but her walls clenched around you so tightly it was almost painful.

But this time, you were actually ready for it.

"Yes, you can," you growled, slamming into her with enough force to make her cry out. "Say it, Scathach."

Her resistance broke with a shuddering gasp. "F-fine! It's—it's the best! The best I've ever had! T-this cock! This cockkk! IT'S MAKING ME CUMMM!!!"

You grinned, triumphant, but you weren't done yet. "Not just that," you said, your pace never slowing. "I want to hear you beg. This was a challenge, right?"

Her red eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked like she might argue. But then her pride crumbled entirely, and she let out a whimper that sent a jolt of electricity straight to your cock. "P-please… please don't stop," she begged, her voice weak and shaky. "I-I need it… I need you…"

"And?"

"Y-you win! Your cock won! I-I can't handle this spear!"

Wasn't so hard, was it?

This purple-haired Scottish baddie was hugging you. Arms and legs wrapped around you, wanting you to dick her down while standing. So you did. You redoubled your efforts, fucking her so hard the chair beneath you creaked in protest. The fucking was almost deafening, and Scathach's cries mingled with them in a symphony of pleasure.

"THA MI A' ORGASMADH! THA MI A' CUMMADH! THA AN COILEACH SEO GAM FHÀGAIL A' FAIREACHDAINN CHO MATH!"

In English, that would be: "I'M ORGASMING! I'M CUMMING! THIS COCK IS MAKING ME FEEL SO GOOD!"

"Want me to cum inside?"

Did she want a man to finally her up?

Yes.

Her walls clenched around you again. That was her acceptance, that yes, she did want this. "Y-you… you're going to—!" she started, but another wave of pleasure cut her off, and she threw her head back in ecstasy. "CUMMMMMM~!!!"

You weren't far behind. With a grunt, you buried yourself deep inside her and surged into her womb with hot, thick spurts of cum. Your balls and your lips but groan as you emptied yourself into her.

Remember, she did use her runes to bolster your balls. There was plenty to spill inside her.

When it was over, foreheads were touching. The two of you almost kissed but didn't because this wasn't about that. This was about the challenge. The need. The sex. A faint smirk spread despite how thoroughly you'd wrecked her.

"I can feel your spear is still rigid. Can I expect another round?"

You grinned, your hands still on her ass. "Definitely."

***