An hour later, you gave Scathach what she needed. You dicked her down and finally brought her the pleasure she had been seeking through all her immortal life.
"An impressive victory."
The voice was light, melodic, and utterly new. It cut through the heavy silence left in the wake of your and Scathach's contest.
You turned, wiping a forearm across your sweat-slicked brow. The great Scathach lay sprawled in the sun-bleached sand beside you, her glorious, perfect form sheened with a matching glow, her long purple hair fanned out like a royal cloak. The once-proud Warrior Queen of the Land of Shadows was now just a beautiful, thoroughly exhausted woman, her chest still rising and falling with ragged, deep breaths.
A faint, uncharacteristically soft smile played on Scathach's lips. Defeated. Humbled. Satisfied.
The source of the voice was a few yards away, standing where the turquoise waves gently kissed the shore. And she was applauding, her hands clapping together in a soft, rhythmic beat.
It was Menat. You'd seen her around this strange, confluent beach where legends from countless fictions somehow coexisted. She was from Street Fighters and an Egyptian with psychic powers. She was a young woman with short dark purple hair styled into a bob with blunt bangs covering her entire forehead.
The dark-skinned Egyptian was utterly nude unlike what one might see from the games. Her short, dark purple bob was perfectly still, framing a face with strikingly intelligent emerald green eyes that held a mixture of amusement and keen observation. Her hourglass figure was made better with her height of five-foot-four.
"No, really. Congrats, you defeated Scathach of all people," Menat said. She took a few light, dancing steps closer, her feet barely leaving impressions in the wet sand. Her first impression of you, however, was that of your erection. "You've been, uhh, going around for a really long time." A slight, flustered blush touched her cheeks. "Why not take a nap every now and then?"
The adrenaline was still coursing through you, a heady cocktail of triumph and residual lust. "Rest? Now? The day's barely started."
It was true. Scathach had been a demanding, incredible opponent, a test of endurance as much as skill. But come on, you had gone through more and better and with her runes, your balls were practically back to normal.
Menat's perceptive eyes seemed to note the runes placed on you. She tilted her head, and the crystal orb that usually floated near her materialized from a glimmer of light, circling her head.
"I see," Menat murmured, more to herself than to you. "You will have difficult times ahead... But it's okay!" Her tone brightened, though it wavered with a nervous energy. "Definitely... Probably... Maybe..." She winced playfully. "I hope?"
The crystal orb disappeared and she seemed to come to a decision. "A hero who has fought so valiantly shouldn't be left in such a state. Please, allow me."
Without another word of explanation, she began to move.
It started with her hips. A slow, rolling undulation that was hypnotic in its rhythm. Her hands rose, her fingers shaping the air around her as if tracing invisible symbols. This was either a lewd display or an art form, ancient and sacred. Her movements were controlled, precise, and utterly captivating. Each sway of her slender waist, each delicate point of her bare foot into the sand, was part of a greater, mystical whole.
You could only watch, transfixed. This was different from the fierce, raw energy of your encounter with Scathach or anyone else. This was pure, concentrated sensuality, a visual melody that spoke directly to something primal within you. The dance was a ritual, and you were its sole focus.
A warmth began to bloom in your balls, a heat that had nothing to do with the tropical sun. It spread through your limbs, a rejuvenating energy that banished the fatigue, replacing it with a rising, tingling awareness. Your body, moments ago mildly drained, was now humming with a new, overwhelming vitality. The ache was gone, replaced by a thrumming tension, a gathering storm of sensation centered lower and lower…
'Why is she even naked?' You then wondered. 'Nobody else is. I mean, sure, there's some slutty bikinis but...'
No one just pranced about naked, except Menat.
Was there something special about her?
There must have been.
Menat's emerald eyes were locked on yours, her expression one of intense concentration. She swayed, her body a mesmerizing wave of dark skin and muscle, her dance a gift, a healing. But it was healing you too well, stoking a fire she perhaps hadn't intended to ignite so fiercely.
The pleasure built not in a slow climb, but in a sudden, seismic surge. Your balls seemed to pulse. You grunted and said, "W-wait…!" It was too much, too fast, too intense, a direct and overwhelming overstimulation of every nerve ending. Your vision slightly blurred at the edges, focusing only on her, on the hypnotic rhythm of her hips.
Which was how you ended up cumming from a dance alone.
A shocked, ragged gasp tore from your throat as your dick convulsed with a powerful, utterly unexpected spray of cum. It was a climax ripped from you, not through touch, but through sheer, unbearable sensory overload. A hot rush painted the sand between you.
The dance stopped instantly.
Menat's eyes went wide, her hands flying to her mouth. A deep, profound blush exploded across her face, spreading down her neck and across her chest. She looked equal parts horrified and fascinated.
"O-op!" Menat squeaked, her usually polished composure utterly shattered. "S-sorry, I haven't, uh, completely mastered that I guess…"
She giggled, a high, nervous, and utterly charming sound that seemed to break the spell of her own embarrassment. And then, she gave a wave and disappeared. Like literally, she disappeared into a purple light. The last thing you heard from her was an embarrassed apology and, "I-I saw Maron coming your way! She's next!"
You didn't know how to react. With fictional women and their hotness came their history. With their history came their abilities. You sighed and shook your head with a small smile. If it was just ordinary sex and orgasms, then what was the point, right?
Anyway…
"Maron…?"
By coincidence, you caught yellow from the corner of your eye.
"Ah," you realized. "Maron."
Slender yet curvy, long legs kicking up bits of sand as she strolled along the shoreline. Her straight, aqua-blue hair swung against her shoulders. Her grey eyes were wide and content, scanning the beach with curiosity.
And then there was her swimsuit.
It was a bright yellow one-piece that left little to the imagination, hugging every line of her figure like it had been designed specifically to test your composure. Low-cut in front, high at the hips, it somehow managed to make her look both playful and jaw-droppingly distracting at the same time.
Maron spotted you — not with recognition, but with the warm openness of someone who'd happily talk to a stranger just because you were there.
"Hi!" Maron chirped, waving before jogging closer.
Jogging was… a problem. For her, anyway. The swimsuit was doing exactly what swimsuits do when someone with her figure ran and there was no stopping your eyes from following.
Maron skidded to a halt in front of you, leaning forward slightly. "This place is so nice! I just got here! Are you here to swim too?"
You opened your mouth, but she was already running again, this time toward the water. Her feet kicked up spray as she splashed in without hesitation, the yellow fabric contrasting sharply with the deep blue waves. You were still half-frozen and completely infatuated by her ass.
She stopped when the water hit her waist, turning back toward you with a big grin. Lifting one hand, she waved, droplets catching the sunlight.
"Come on!" Maron called, her voice bright and sing-song. "It's sooo nice!"
Your dick twitched. She didn't seem to care that you weren't wearing swimtrunks. Like at all. Like not even a glance.
Maron tilted her head, pouting slightly. "Are you shy? You can't just stand there the whole time! That's boring!"
Maron bounced slightly in the water as she waited, completely unaware that the combination of her swimsuit, her curves, and her sunshine energy was making you just a little nervous.
When you finally waded in, Maron beamed like you'd just agreed to some unspoken pact. "See? Isn't this way better?"
You smiled, though your heart was still racing. She might not have been trying to flirt, but the effect was the same. You had never met someone so…unintentional in their flirting and hotness.
"Come on, come on!" The way Maron kept grinning at you between splashes, you weren't in any hurry to stop her.
The water was warm around your waist. She had that carefree smile that made it impossible to tell if she was thinking about anything at all or if she was just enjoying the moment. Still looking at you, smiling, she drifted away. Away, away, away…
Then Maron ran toward you in a burst of splashes.
"Catch me!"
You barely had time to react before she jumped, arms looping loosely around your neck. Instinct took over. Your hands caught her mid-jump, one at the small of her back and one firmly under her ass.
The curve of her hips and the unmistakable roundness of her rear filled your palms. Her legs hooked around your waist for balance, bringing her even closer.
You froze for half a second. Her bright grey eyes were inches from yours, sunlight shimmering on the droplets across her cheeks. And with her pressed up against you, the soft weight of her chest was flush against your own.
"Haha!" Maron laughed. "You did catch me!"
Maron tilted her head, her smile softening just a fraction. "You've got nice hands," she said absentmindedly, like you weren't using said hands to hold her ass.
You couldn't help it. You leaned in.
She blinked and with a smile she accepted the lean into a kiss.
The kiss started soft — almost curious on her part — but the press of her mouth against yours deepened quickly. The sound of the waves faded, the only sensation left being the warmth of her lips, the slick slide of water between you, and the way her legs tightened slightly around your waist.
Maron's lips were sweet, tasting of salt and sunshine, and they parted for you with a soft, surprised gasp that was lost to the gentle crash of the waves. That gasp was all the invitation you needed. Your hands, still holding the perfect curve of her ass, squeezed, pulling her tighter against the hard length of your cock. The thin, wet fabric of her one-piece was a frustrating barrier, and you ground yourself against her, a slow, deliberate roll of your hips that made her eyes flutter shut.
A moan that was nothing like her earlier giggles escaped her. It was raw, surprised by its own intensity. "Oh… wow," Maron breathed against your mouth, her fingers tangling in your hair. "What's… what's happening? Are we gonna…"
She giggled and she turned the kiss into something demanding and possessive. You slipped one hand from her rear, your fingers skimming up the soaked yellow fabric of her suit until you found the firm swell of her breast. You palmed her through the material, your thumb finding her nipple.
Maron jerked in your arms, a sharp, full-body shudder that made the water ripple around you. "Ah!" The sound was punched out of her, high and needy. Her hips, seemingly of their own accord, pushed against yours, seeking more of that delicious friction. "That feels… so good. I didn't know it could feel like this…"
Her naive wonder was a potent fuel. You broke the kiss and you waited. Maron flashed a smile.
"You naughty boy~! Fine then! Let's keep going!"
With a practiced twist of your fingers, you found the clasp at the back of her neck. A single click and the tension in the suit vanished. You peeled the top down, the bright yellow fabric falling away to reveal her breasts, pale and perfect in the afternoon light, her nipples hard and begging for your mouth. You didn't make her wait.
You dipped your head, taking one taut nipple into your mouth, lapping at the saltwater on her skin before sucking deeply.
"Yes! Oh, gosh, your mouth is so… so hot." Her words were already starting to slur, Maron's mind emptying of everything but the sensations you were creating. Her hands gripped your shoulders and you switched to her other breast, worshiping it with the same hungry attention.
You needed more. You needed all of her. Your free hand slid down her stomach, over the slick fabric still clinging to her hips, and dove between her legs. You could feel the heat of her pussy even through the material, a damp, promising warmth. You pressed the heel of your hand against her core, and she bucked against it wildly.
"Please," she whimpered, her head lolling back. "Please, there… right there…"
You hooked your fingers into the leg opening of her swimsuit and pulled. The wet fabric offered little resistance, sliding down her thighs until it was nothing more than a tangle around one of her ankles. She was bare before you, exposed to the water and the sun and your hungry gaze.
You let her legs drop from your waist, her feet finding the sandy bottom as you turned her, pressing her back against your chest. One arm banded across her collarbone, holding her securely, while your other hand finally, finally delved into the hot, wet pussy.
"Mmmph! Y-yes!" Maron was soaked, and it wasn't from the ocean. Your fingers slid through her slick folds with an obscene ease, finding her clit and strumming it. Maron's whole body went rigid. A broken, screaming moan tore from her throat, loud enough to startle the gulls from the shore.
"There! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Maron begged, her head falling back onto your shoulder, her eyes seeing nothing but the blue, blue sky. You worked her with a relentless rhythm, feeling her pussy begin to clench and tremble around your probing fingers. She was already close, her airhead mind completely overwhelmed by the sheer physical onslaught.
But you weren't letting her come like this. Not yet.
You withdrew your hand, ignoring her desperate, frustrated whine. In one fluid motion, jerked off your hard and aching dick. You pointed it to her entrance, the head nudging against her slick heat.
"Tell me you want it, Maron," you asked just before entry.
"I want it! Please, I want it so much!" Maron exclaimed, trying to take you inside. "I need to feel you!"
That was all you needed. You gripped her hips and drove into her in one deep, forceful thrust, burying yourself to the hilt in her incredible tightness.
The scream Maron let out was primal, ragged. Her inner walls convulsed around you instantly, a tight, hot vise of pure pleasure. "Oh GOSH!!! It's SO—ngggh!! You're filling me up completely!"
Maron was just a normal airhead. Compared to the chicks you fucked before, she was nothing. First thrust in and Maron sobbed, her body going limp against you as the first powerful orgasm ripped through her. You held her steady, letting her ride it out, feeling her pulse and spasm around your cock, milking you.
You didn't give her a moment to recover. The second her shudders began to subside, you started to move. You pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back into her, setting a brutal, punishing pace right there in the waist-deep water. Each thrust sent waves splashing around you, each impact jarring a new cry from her lips.
"Oh gosh! Oh gosh! My pussy! I-it feels so weird! S-so good! SO GOOOD!!! MMPPPHH!!!"
The water splashed as you kept fucking her. Standing in the water, fucking and fucking, giving her what she needed.
"I-I never knew! I never kneewww~!!"
Now she did.
"Yes! Yes! Harder!" Maron babbled, completely lost, her voice cracking. "It feels… it's the best… the best ever…" Her words dissolved into incoherent moans as you pistoned into her, your grip on her hip sure to leave bruises. You reached around with your other hand, finding her clit again and rubbing hard, fast circles.
A second climax seized her, this one even more violent than the first. Her knees buckled and she would have sunk into the water if you weren't holding her up. Her scream was a silent, open-mouthed cry of ecstasy as she came, her vision surely whiting out. You fucked her through it, your own release coiling tight in your balls.
"G-gonna cum…!"
"D-do whatever you want! Whatever! J-just keep making me—keep MAKING MEEE FEEL THIS WAY~!!!"
You came and so did she. Spurt, spurt, spuuurt! A healthy batch of sperm for a woman that understood sex, thought about it, and never thought she wanted to do it until now. Until you. That was the way of the airhead with big tits.
You felt her body go truly limp, her weight fully supported by your arms. She was spent, barely conscious. Meanwhile, gave three final, deep thrusts, cumming and cumming. You groaned and claimed her.
As the last tremors left your body, you held her there, impaled on you, floating in the aftermath. Maron was completely out, her breathing shallow and quick, a blissed-out, unconscious smile on her perfect lips.
You carried her back to shore. Once the sand was back on your feet, you put her down. Shet tried to walk her up but Maron was out cold, fucked into absolute, mindless submission.
By coincidence, you looked over. You didn't expect to see anything. You were only doing it out of instinct, you know? But it was as though every god in every universe wanted you to be lucky. Red hair, big boobs, and a bikini rose from the waters.
It was Starfire. Starfire was emerging from the water, sunlight clinging to her like a spotlight had singled her out from the rest of the universe.
And holy hell.
The alien princess wasn't just beautiful. She was stunning in a way that bypassed logic and punched your heartbeat into overdrive. Drops of seawater glistened on her glowing orange skin, trailing down the curves of her big boobs like they were honored to touch her.
Her long, fire-red hair draped over her shoulders and swayed behind her, rippling in slow motion as she walked. It was like the wind worked for her.
Her bikini—if you could call it that—was see-through and white but mostly see-through. The top hugged her chest with two perfectly contoured cups that showed just enough to leave you wondering if Earth had even invented that cut yet. The bottoms were minimal, high on her hips and low in the front, connected by two rainbow beads that seemed less like fasteners and more like aesthetic suggestions.
It teetered on the edge of decency. But from the look in her eyes, Starfire had absolutely no idea. Her eyes—those glowing green eyes—landed directly on you.
Your pulse tripled. Your balls involuntarily contracted, like your biology was trying to prepare for the celestial-level contact about to happen.
Starfire smiled. She walked onto the shore. If Maron was lying unconscious beside you, you completely forgot about it.
Starfire was sweet. Disarming. Like she was the one lucky to see you.
"Hello!" Starfire greeted brightly, her accent soft and melodic, full of that signature Tamaranian charm. "You and Maron had fun, hm?"
You did indeed. You nodded silently.
"That's great! Does that mean you're not busy?"
Nope, not at all. You shook your head.
"Excellent. You are the person I was told is down for the wheel."
You blinked. "What?"
Starfire tilted her head. "The wheel? With the up and the down? You scream, then you smile?"
It took a second. She was an alien interested in Earth stuff. Starfire started making whoosh noises and that was when you understood. "You mean a ferris wheel."
"Yes!" she clapped her hands. "Ferris wheel, that. I wish to ride one, but it's more fun with a companion, yes?"
You opened your mouth to answer, but then she bounced slightly on her feet, just enough that physics had to work overtime to keep her top in place. It barely succeeded.
"Please," she said, "I would very much like to have you join me. Your customs are only worthwhile with another human."
You didn't have swim trunks and not wearing them to a public event felt wrong. Then again, this world seemed teetered toward your every whim. Did it really matter?
"Agreed," you ended up saying. "Let's go then."
"Excellent! Great! Let's go, go, go!"
She turned to walk toward the boardwalk, her hip sway doing damage to your erection. You followed, dazed and smiling. Starfire, as it turned out, wasn't just beautiful. She was irresistibly adorable.
The walk to the carnival was four or five minutes long. Lots of skipping and jiggly boobies from Starfire as she skipped. When you did arrive…
"Oh my!"
Everywhere you looked, there were games of chance, the raucous shouts of barkers, and the dizzying, sweet scent of spun sugar and frying dough. Starfire was immediately taken by it all, her emerald eyes wide with delight, pointing at every new wonder with an excitement that was utterly infectious.
"What is that delightful aroma?" Starfire asked, her nose twitching as she turned toward a stall selling giant, fluffy clouds of cotton candy.
"That's pure sugar, basically," you laughed. "Want to try some?"
"Oooh, yes!"
You bought a large portion, the paper cone feeling insubstantial in your hand. Starfire watched, mesmerized, as you tore off a piece. Instead of taking it, she leaned forward and delicately nipped it from your fingers. Her lips, soft and warm, brushed against your skin for a heartbeat, sending a jolt straight down your bare erect cock. How could it go down when she was in a bikini?
She chewed thoughtfully, her expression one of profound concentration before it melted into unadulterated joy.
"It dissolves!" Starfire exclaimed, a laugh bubbling out of her. "How fascinating! Your turn!"
She took the cone from you and held a tuft of the pink sugar up to your lips. Her other hand came to rest gently on your wrist, her touch like live electricity. You opened your mouth and she fed you the piece, her gaze locked on yours. The sugar was sweet, but it was nothing compared to the intimacy of the act. A dab of it clung to the corner of your mouth. Before you could wipe it away, Starfire's thumb was there, swiping it away with a soft, deliberate stroke. She then brought her thumb to her own lips and sucked it clean, her eyes never leaving yours.
A deep, warm flush spread across your cheeks. God, she was a tease without even trying.
The two of you wandered further, sharing a paper boat of crispy, golden fries dusted with salt and a shared lemonade, the straws clinking together each time you both took a sip. Every brush of her arm against yours, every time she leaned in close to point something out, her full breasts pressing lightly against your bicep, sent another wave of heat coursing through your cock. Again, going soft was impossible. She was a creature of pure, physical sensation, and being near her was an exercise in exquisite torture.
She never mentioned your erection. Not directly. But you caught her glancing down, a small, knowing, and utterly innocent smile playing on her lips. "Tamaranian culture understands that sometimes, these things happen," she told you with a kind smile. Honestly, you weren't sure what was hotter: her bikini, her choice in slutty bikinis, or her joyous, accepting personality.
Finally, you stood before the ferris wheel. Its skeletal frame was a web of shimmering lights against the darkening twilight sky, and the cars swayed gently in the coastal breeze. As she had predicted, there was no line.
"We are in luck!" she beamed, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the gate. Her grip was strong, her skin impossibly smooth. You'd follow that grip anywhere.
There had been no line for the ferris wheel. It seemed the universe was conspiring in your favor. The female attendant had smirked, swinging the safety bar shut with a clang that felt far too final, locking you both in this tiny, private world in the sky.
With a lurch, the wheel began to move, lifting you up and away from the noise of the carnival, the sounds becoming a distant, happy murmur. Starfire immediately scrambled over to your side of the bench, her warmth immediately seeping into you. She pressed herself against your side, one hand resting on your thigh as she peered out at the world falling away.
"It is just as I had hoped!"
The higher you climbed, the more she seemed to delight in the motion, clinging to you playfully with every slight sway. Each jostle brought a soft, delightful jiggle from her boobs, a movement you felt more than saw. Afterall, your left arm had said boobs pressed. Her floral and sunshine scent filled the small cabin, intoxicating you more than any wine.
When the wheel made its first full rotation, it paused to let new passengers on at the bottom. You were left suspended at the very apex, the world spread out before you in a breathtaking panorama.
And there it was. The view she'd wanted.
The sun was a molten gold coin sinking into the vast, endless expanse of the ocean. The water reflected the fiery hues of the sunset, creating a pathway of shimmering light that seemed to lead right to the horizon. From up here, the waves were gentle ripples, and the sound was a distant, soothing hush. The entire coastline was dotted with tiny lights from houses and cars, like a mirror of the stars just beginning to pepper the violet sky above.
Starfire fell completely silent. Her hand, which had been resting on your thigh, slipped up to find your own, lacing her fingers through yours. Her grip was tight, almost reverent. She leaned her head against your shoulder, her hair tickling your cheek.
"It is so… big," she finally breathed, her voice hushed with genuine wonder. "So beautiful and peaceful. It makes my heart feel… full."
You could only nod, your own throat tight with a emotion you couldn't name. The beauty of the view was staggering, but it was nothing compared to the beautiful alien resting against you, sharing this perfect, quiet moment.
She turned her head to look at you, her face so close you could see the flecks of emotion in her green eyes. The last rays of the sun set her skin aglow, making her look like a goddess carved from living amber. The playful energy was gone, replaced by a soft, open vulnerability.
"This was the correct choice," she said softly, her melodic accent even more pronounced in the whisper. "A perfect moment requires a perfect companion."
Here you were: on a ferris wheel with a bikini-clad Starfire cuddling against you. Talk about lucky. Especially because your bare erection did not bother her in the slightest.
"Ah!"
The moment was only done when Starfire saw something and switched to sitting across from him. Damn.
"So beautiful…"
She was looking. She was looking beautiful. She looked back at you and leaned forward slightly, boobs jiggling and her lips parting in a soft smile that sent a jolt up your cock.
"You are most quiet," Starfire said with playful accusation. "Is something troubling you?"
Her gaze was magnetic, pulling you in like a moth to a flame. "No," you managed, though your voice cracked and your dick leaked with a bead of pre-cum. "Just enjoying the view."
Starfire tilted her head, her smile widening. "The view? Ah, yes. The ocean is most beautiful from this height." But her eyes never left yours, and you could feel the heat of her stare burning into you.
Man, fuck it.
Your lips met hers.
It was not a timid kiss. It was a collision of want and curiosity. Her lips were as soft as they looked, and they moved against yours with an eager hunger that stole the air from your lungs. A small, desperate sound escaped her throat, a vibration you felt deep in your own core. Your hand came up, tangling in the shock of vibrant red hair, holding her to you as if she might float away.
The kiss deepened, slowed, became a languid, exploring dance. She tasted of sugar and something utterly, uniquely her—a hint of starlight and ozone. Her hands slid from your face, down your neck, her nails scraping lightly over your skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. One hand settled on your chest, right over your hammering heart, and you were certain she could feel its wild, frantic rhythm.
You broke apart, both gasping for air. A string of saliva connected your mouths for a second before breaking. Her cheeks were flushed a deeper green, her lips swollen. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and the sight of her breasts straining against the see-through fabric of her top, threatening to spill over with every heavy breath, was almost enough to make you cum right there.
"I have read about this human custom," she whispered, her voice husky and unlike anything you'd heard from her before. Her eyes were dark with desire. "The kissing at the top of the ferris wheel. It is… it is a good custom."
Her hand slid down your chest, past your stomach, and her fingers wrapped around your cock. You gasped into her mouth as she gave you a firm stroke. Just one.
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
Just one was enough to make you bust.
Your body jerked as pleasure shot through you, and before you could even process what was happening, you came. Hard. Thick ropes of cum painted the roof of the cart, and embarrassment flooded you. But Starfire just giggled, a low, sultry sound that made your already-weak knees tremble.
"Oh my," Starfire purred, pulling her hand free and licking her fingers clean with a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue. "You humans are most responsive. It seems I have made quite the mess."
Before you could stammer out an apology, she dropped to her knees in front of you, her green eyes locked on yours. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of your swim trunks and yanked them down, exposing your still-throbbing cock to the cool evening air. She leaned closer and her tongue darted out to lick up the streaks of cum clinging to your shaft.
"Mmm," Starfire hummed, her lips wrapping around the head of your cock. "Your taste is… most intriguing." She opened wider, taking more of you into her mouth, her alien tongue swirling around your length in ways that felt impossible. Her spit was thick and slick, coating every inch of you as she bobbed her head up and down, her rhythm relentless.
You groaned, your hands tangling in her fiery hair as she worked you over with a skill that defied logic. Her pheromones filled the air, intoxicating and overwhelming, and you felt yourself edging toward another orgasm far too quickly.
"Wait—Starfire—" you managed to gasp, but she didn't stop. Her green eyes flicked up to meet yours, and there was a wicked glint in them that made your stomach flip.
Spuuurt!
You came again, harder than before, and Starfire didn't miss a beat. She swallowed every drop, her throat working to take it all down without so much as a cough. When she finally pulled back, her lips glistened with spit and cum, and she licked them clean with a satisfied smile.
"Your second load already?" Starfire teased, giggled. "Humans are quite impressive, aren't they?"
But she wasn't done. Not even close. Her tongue flattened against your shaft, licking up the fresh mess you'd made, and then she dove back in, taking you deeper than before. Her spit pooled around your cock, thick and sticky, and the sensation was almost too much to handle.
Her hand joined her mouth, stroking what she couldn't fit inside, and the combined pressure was maddening. Your hips bucked involuntarily, driving yourself deeper into her throat as pleasure overwhelmed you.
"Holy fuuuu—" you started, but the words were cut off by a strangled moan as splurt —you came for the third time. Starfire's throat convulsed around you as she swallowed again, her nose pressed against your stomach as she took every last drop.
When she finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and shiny, and there was a look of pure satisfaction on her face. "You are most generous," she said. "But I believe we are just getting started…"
You didn't go soft. Not at all, the opposite, you were harder than ever.
You were still catching your breath from the blowjob, her lips and tongue having worked you into a frenzied state. Her spit, you just realized, were laced with Tamaranean pheromones, and they were already coursing through your veins like liquid fire. Every inch of your body felt electric, hypersensitive, and starved for her touch. You could barely think straight, let alone form words, but Starfire didn't need you to. She was in control, and she knew exactly what she wanted.
"Ah, see…!" Her toned thighs straddled your hips and your cock was pointed to her cunt. Without hesitation, she sank down onto your cock. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips as she took every inch of you, her tight, wet pussy stretching to accommodate your size. "Mmm, so thick," she murmured, her hands gripping your shoulders as she adjusted to the sensation. "You are filling me completely. I have never felt so… challenged. It is exquisite."
She grinded down on you with a rhythm that was both teasing and torturous. Completely slow and intentional to make you groan, and you did. Her warmth, her tightness, the way her muscles clenched around you as if trying to pull you deeper. You groaned, your hands instinctively gripping her hips, feeling the strength in her sexy, hourglass alien body as she rode you.
The intensity increased.
"Is it good?" she asked, and all you could do was nod. "Is this better?"
It was. This alien slut knew how to ride cocks like a goddess.
Starfire leaned down, her lips brushing against yours, and the kiss was anything but gentle. It was hungry, desperate, and filled with an alien passion that left you dizzy. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, and the taste of her—sweet yet spicy, like some exotic fruit—only made the heat between you grow hotter. Her pheromones were fucking with your head, amplifying every sensation, every touch, until it was all you could do to hold on.
"You feel so good inside me," she whispered between kisses. "I want to feel you everywhere. I want to take all of you, until there is nothing left."
Her pace quickened. She was no longer riding you or grinding you, she was slamming down on your cock. Her pussy devoured. Your cock delivered. "Oh yes, oh yes—!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
She threw her head back. She grinned as she stared up at the ceiling an announced, "I'm cummiiiinng~!"
But she didn't stop.
Starfire wasn't done with you yet. Not even close. The loud CLAPS kept going. She adjusted her legs so that she was squatting and dropped down. Harder, better, faster.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"On Tamaran," she said breathlessly, "we do not stop after one release. Or two. We continue until we are both empty. Until we have given everything we have to each other." Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could respond, she leaned back, her hands resting on your knees for leverage.
The change in angle made her pussy clench even tighter around your cock, and you swore under your breath as she began to ride you with a ferocity that made you only see her breasts. Her face was no longer a factory, only her breasts were in view. Bouncing, bouncing, and begging for attention. You reached up to cup them, rolling the sensitive tits between your fingers, and Starfire moaned loudly, her head tipping back as she lost herself in the sensation.
"Yessss~! Touch me," she gasped, her voice full of need. "Touch me everywhere. I want to feel your hands on my body while you fuck me. I want to feel everything." Her words were like a command, and you groped those big boobs greedily.
"Y-you wish to know my cup-size? Hm!? On Earth, they are G-cups!" She gasped. "A-ah! You got harder! Y-yes! Good! Good! I-I'm cumming again! A human cock is—"
It wasn't just one, it was a second and third.
"T-this is—"
New to her. Back to back orgasms? Never been done on Tamaran. But you made the impossible happen. Perhaps male humans were better suited in mating with Tamarans or maybe it was just you. Or maybe it was just you and Starfire that had this incredible chemistry.
It didn't matter the reason. It didn't take long before you felt yourself on the edge, the pressure in your balls reaching a breaking point. "Starfire, I'm gonna—" you started to warn her, but she cut you off with a sharp shake of her head.
"No," she said firmly, her eyes locking onto yours. "Not yet. Hold it back. I want to feel you explode inside me when I am ready." Her words were both a challenge and a promise, and you gritted your teeth, trying to hold on as she continued to fuck you. "O-one male orgasm on Tamaran should equate to ten female orgasm!"
D-damn, that was a thing! Alien cultures were kinky!
Four, five, six, seven. Soon, you could tell she was close to the tenth mark. Her pussy clenched around you like a vice. "C-cumming! I-I believe I'm almost at—" She gasped. She whimpered. She exclaimed, "Ten! TEN! I CAME TEN TIMMMESSS~!!"
'F-fuck! She just became ridiculously tight! Don't tell me the ten orgasm rule was a biological thing!?'
It was. When she finally came, it was with a cry that echoed through the ferris wheel cabin and with a tight pussy that instantly made you cum. It wasn't about numbers for the sake of numbers: the tenth orgasm for a female Tamaran tightened so much and pumped so many pheromones that it caused an instant climax for a male inside. It ensured an offspring no matter what.
That's right, as you came hard and you released everything you had inside her, you got her pregnant. You bred the alien princess. Starfire moaned in delight as she felt your cum filling her. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with satisfaction. "Give it all to me. I want it all."
Her hips slowed down and went into sensual circles as she milked every last drop from you.
But even as the pleasure began to subside, Starfire showed no signs of stopping. Just because it was slow, that didn't mean it was the end. She leaned down, capturing your lips in another deep kiss as her hips began to move again, ready to take you on another round. "We are not finished," she murmured against your mouth. "Not yet."
Starfire's lips left yours, her green eyes glowing with a hunger that was far from satisfied. She shifted her weight, her orange skin slick with sweat as she slid off your cock, your cum still dripping from her pussy. Her fingers trailed along your shaft, her touch sending shivers through your body as she whispered, "I wish to feel you inside me in a new way."
Her voice was low, sultry, and laced with that Tamaranean accent that made every word sound like a promise. Starfire turned around, presenting her fat ass to you. Her orange cheeks were round, firm, and utterly irresistible, and she looked back at you over her shoulder, her fiery red hair cascading down her back. "Fuck me from behind and do not hold back. I wish to feel every inch of you."
You slapped dat ass with an underhand. The jiggle earned a giggle. "Cute~! All men love ass, it seems."
They did. You did. Her pussy was already wet, slick with her arousal and your cum, and when you pressed the head of your cock against her, she let out a low, satisfied moan. "Yes," she purred. "Take me. Fuck me. Give me everything."
You pushed into her slowly at first, savoring the way her tight pussy stretched around your cock. This alien pussy was different. You noticed that your cum wasn't as luscious inside her. It was like…her pussy absorbed you cum. Starfire gasped, her back arching as she pushed her ass back against you, eager to take all of you in one swift motion.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, her voice breaking as you filled her completely. "Your cock is so… big. It feels… amazing."
Once you were fully inside her, you paused for a moment, letting her adjust to the size of you. Starfire's pussy clenched around you, squeezing you so tightly it was almost painful. But then she started to move, rocking her hips back and forth, urging you to do the same. "Fuck me. Please, just fuck me."
You obliged, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into her with a force that made the entire Ferris wheel cabin shake. Starfire cried out, her nails digging into the window as she braced herself against the impact. "Yes! Fuck me just like that!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Her ass bounced with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small space. You couldn't get enough of the sight—her orange cheeks jiggling as you fucked her and her pussy gripping you like crazy. "You feel so fucking good," you growled, your hands tightening on her hips as you drove into her again and again. You swore. You fucked. It was the only way.
Starfire reached back, one hand sliding between her legs to rub her clit as you fucked her. "Yessss," she hissed, her fingers moving in quick, frantic circles. "Harder! Deeper! I want to feel you everywhere!"
The Ferris wheel cabin creaked and swayed with the force of your raw rutting, but neither of you cared. All that mattered was the way her pussy felt around your cock, the way her moans filled the air, the way her pussy responded to every thrust.
Her moans turned into shrieks as she neared the edge. "Yes, yes, yessssh! YESSS! I AM ABOUT TO ORGASM FOR THE TENTH TIME AGAIN~!!" she cried, her voice breaking. "Do not stop! FUCK ME UNTIL I CUM!"
You didn't stop. You couldn't stop. Your cock was buried deep inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars with every thrust. And then she came for the ninth time.. Her pussy clenched around you so tightly it was almost unbearable, and you felt your own release building, threatening to explode at any moment.
Fuck it.
You stood up. This whole time, you had been sitting and fucking. Well, no more. Since she was already bent over, pushing her down and pounding away at her was all the same. Starfire loved it.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
"SHOOO DEEEEP~!!!"
Her orange bootycheeks made big, lewd waves as you pounded.
But it didn't last long. Only three thrusts of you clapping her cheeks. Only three mind-numbing thrusts where you completely took over. Time did not matter. Your own pace did not matter. The tenth. Once the tenth orgasm hit…
"CUMMIIING~!"
The alien's pussy tightened and your cock was ordered to give its seed. So it did.
Stars danced in front of your eyes as you emptied yourself into her. There was so damn much of it. Your balls were pressed flat and giving everything they had. Your legs lost strength and you fell back on the seat. So did she, right on top of you. Your cum mixed with hers as it dripped down her thighs.
You came and came. Ropes upon ropes of cum were absorbed by her womb. Yet…you were still so hard for her. You didn't go soft at all. Your dick was aching and throbbing from the last two rounds, but the sight of her, the feel of her, was a potent aphrodisiac that overrode any fleeting fatigue.
But the great wheel was finally, slowly, grinding to a halt. The ride was over.
The world outside the cabin door began to come back into focus. Gently, you shifted, helping her off your lap. She slid from you with a soft, wet sound, lying back on the padded seat with a blissful, utterly sated sigh. A pool of your combined release glistened between her thighs. She was a magnificent, well-loved mess.
"Starfire?" you called out.
"Mmm…I-I think I am…"
She kept smiling and sighing. It seemed to be another biological quirk of hers. Some sort of cooldown maybe?
You kissed her on the cheek. "Done for?"
"Mhm…thank you…you were…amazing…"
Another sigh. The last one too before she shut down and closed her eyes.
You stood on slightly unsteady legs, your own body humming with spent pleasure. Your cock, though slick and wet, was still semi-hard. You looked down at her, at the beautiful, creampied alien goddess who had taken everything you had and then asked for more.
A slow, proud smile touched your lips. You adjusted yourself, your erection still prominent, and pushed the cabin door open, stepping out into the cool night air of the heavenly realm.
Your next conquests were already in view. You stopped in your tracks, derailed by how quickly you chose. It was right in front of the glowing arcade tent.
Aerith Gainsborough and Tifa Lockhart. Standing side by side, smiling, laughing, and entirely too perfect for this reality. They weren't dressed like fighters today. They were dressed like summer had handpicked them for fantasy.
Aerith wore a pastel pink bikini with little ruffles along the top, girlish and delicate but still snug against her soft curves. Her hips were wrapped in a light floral sarong that danced in the breeze, and her chestnut hair was tied back in her signature braid, with a small flower tucked behind one ear.
She radiated warmth. Her figure was slender, graceful, almost ethereal, like she'd wandered in from another dimension's fairytale. Her green eyes sparkled under the string lights as she leaned in close to the glass of a claw machine, tongue slightly poking out in concentration.
Tifa, by contrast, was a woman's envy. She wore a black bikini that might as well have been custom-molded to her. Thin straps, perfect cut, deep neckline—her top was doing work, barely containing her famously firm and generous chest. Her abs were tight, toned, lightly glistening, and her legs? Athletic perfection. A black utility belt slung low on her hips—not that she needed it—just made her look even more like a warrior who'd taken a beach day off.
And then there were her boobs, which were, honestly, hypnotic. Not in a cartoonish way, more in the way a man loses his train of thought mid-sentence and walks into traffic.
They hadn't noticed you leave the ferris wheel. Not until Aerith turned with a frustrated sigh, hands on her hips.
"This thing is rigged," Aerith said, pouting adorably at the crane machine. "We've tried like five times."
Tifa followed her gaze, then noticed you. She smiled, and it was equal parts playful and lethal.
"Hey there," Tifa said, raising an arm. "You look like someone who knows how to win prizes! Want to help us!?"
"Oh, wow!" Aerith's first instinct was to glance at your erection. Smiling with mischief, Aerith chimed in, "Please? We're trying to get that moogle plush, but the claw keeps slipping. It's cheating, I swear."
You walked over and Tifa kept waving until you were close enough. "Come on! Help us out, and we'll owe you."
You weren't sure what that meant, but your brain stopped asking questions the moment they both looped their arms through yours.
Aerith on your left, soft and sweet, skin cool against yours, her scent like flowers and sunlight.
Tifa on your right, warm and firm, her arm brushing against your side, every breath she took pressing those against you like a gentle test of will.
You stepped up to the machine, money already in hand—no hesitation. They stood flush to your sides, watching as you took control.
"Alright," you muttered, focused.
"You've got this," Aerith said, encouraging. She rested her chin lightly on your shoulder, and that alone nearly made you drop the joystick. Nearly, because from their perspective, you were as cool as a cucumber.
Tifa leaned in closer, breasts almost on your arm. "You better not choke."
You did not, in fact, choke.
With delicate maneuvering and intense focus—mostly because failure wasn't an option under this kind of pressure—you dropped the claw perfectly. It latched onto the moogle with a soft thump, lifted it smoothly…
And dropped it into the chute.
Both girls gasped in delight.
"You did it!" Aerith squealed, bouncing in place and clapping her hands. "You actually got it!"
Tifa gave you a wide grin, squeezing your arm just a bit.
"Here you are, Aerith," you said, picking the plush up and handing it to Aerith. The brunette accepted it with a smile so bright it could've powered the entire carnival.
"You deserve a reward," she said, gently kissing your cheek.
"Hey, what about me?" Tifa then chuckled. "Just kidding! I'm not into plushies." Tifa instead leaned in and kissed your other cheek. "But I am into dinner. You free?"
"Yes," was the most obvious answer ever. Aerith and Tifa, Tifa and Aerith, the best chicks of Final Fantasy. In what fantasy would you decline their advances?
The two women led you away from the noisy arcade, their arms still linked with yours, a perfect, soft-and-firm sandwich of temptation. They didn't head for the food stalls, but instead toward a quieter, more private pavilion strung with soft, glowing lanterns. A single, linen-draped table for three sat in the center, overlooking the twinkling lights of the carnival below.
"Our table awaits," Aerith chimed in a melody as she finally released your arm. Her fingers still trailed down your bicep in a way that made your pre-cum prickle off your cock.
You sat, the warm night air feeling suddenly heavier and more intimate. The fact that you were completely nude, your erection standing at full attention between you and the table, was not an anomaly here. It was the point. It was the invitation they had both accepted the moment they looped their arms through yours.
Aerith sat from across while Tifa was to your right. The waiter was....
Huh?
"E-Erza...?"
The redhead brought a platter of fruits, cheeses, and a chilled bottle of wine. She gave you a certain look. "Why so surprised? Even I work. I can't stay creampied on the beach forever."
Right. True. But that did that even mean in this world...? Erza was wearing a tight black bunny outfit that only served to show off her slutty nature. From her big boobs, thicc thighs, to her pussy muscles, it was a complete smokeshow. Even her navel was shown. Wearing this, Erza forgoed getting married to a good man with how slutty and erotic this was.
"Trust me ladies," Erza suddenly looked away from you and toward the Final Fantasy duo, "this one is a handful."
Tifa smiled. "Appreciate the warning."
"Now then..."
Erza went over to the next table, leaving you mildly confused and mostly horny.
Still smiling and giggling a little, Tifa filled three glasses. "To new friends," she said, her crimson eyes glinting with a heat that had nothing to do with the summer night. She clinked her glass against yours, her fingers brushing yours, a jolt of simple, electric contact.
"And to skilled hands," Aerith added, her tone lighter but no less charged. She clinked her glass, then took a delicate sip, her gaze dropping pointedly to your lap. Since she was across from you, she couldn't see it under the table. That didn't mean Aerith didn't know.
You took a drink, the juice cool and sweet on your tongue, but it was nothing compared to the sudden, shocking warmth that enveloped your foot under the table. You jumped slightly.
Aerith giggled, a soft, musical sound. "Oh, sorry! My foot must have slipped." Her expression was pure, unadulterated innocence, but the sole of her foot, soft and slightly cool, pressed firmly against your inner calf. It slid upward, achingly slow, a deliberate caress that promised so much more.
"You're jumpy," Tifa observed with a low chuckle. She leaned forward to pluck a strawberry from the platter, and as she did, her magnificent chest pressed fully against your bare arm. It wasn't a brush or an accident. It was a deliberate, smothering, heavenly pressure. The black bikini top was a thin, frustrating barrier between your skin and the soft, heavy weight of her breast. You could feel the firmness of her nipple through the material, a tiny, hard beacon of intent.
"It's a very… stimulating environment," you managed to say, your voice a little rough.
Tifa didn't pull away. Instead, she nestled her arm against yours, trapping it gently. "Is it?" she murmured, her breath warm against your ear. "I hadn't noticed."
Under the table, Aerith's foot had completed its journey. Her toes, nimble and clever, traced the line of your shin, then danced across your thigh. You held your breath.
And then her foot was there.
Aerith didn't just rest it against you. She laid her entire foot along the length of your shaft, her arch cradling you perfectly. The pressure was exquisite and you let out a shaky breath you didn't know you'd been holding.
Aerith smiled at you, green eyes wide and playful as she took another sip of wine. "This is a lovely vintage, don't you think?" she asked conversationally, as if she weren't giving you a footjob under a dinner table.
You could only nod, your world narrowing to two points of contact: the unbelievable softness of Tifa's breast against your arm and the maddening, rhythmic pressure of Aerith's foot.
Tifa watched your face, a smirk playing on her lips. She knew. Of course she knew. She shifted her arm, and the movement made her breast rub against you, a slow, tantalizing grind. "You know," Tifa said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper meant only for you, "Aerith has very talented feet. But I've always been better with my hands."
To prove her point, Tifa's free hand dropped below the tablecloth. You felt her fingers, strong and sure from years of combat, brush against your other thigh. They didn't hesitate. They found your scrotum, and her palm cupped you, a hot, possessive weight. Her thumb stroked a slow, circular pattern over the sensitive skin, a gentle massage that made your cock spurt out a wad of pre-cum.
You were caught in a perfect, devastating pincer movement. Aerith's foot began to move in earnest now, sliding up and down your length with a smooth, practiced rhythm, her toes occasionally curling to apply delicious pressure to the head. Across the table, Aerith leaned in, her floral scent enveloping you.
"Having fun?" Aerith whispered. "Come on, tell us~"
Y-yes! Obviously!
You gasped as Tifa's fingers tightened their hold just slightly, a possessive squeeze that shot a bolt of pure lust straight through you.
"Y-yes...!"
"Good."
Aerith had the smile of the devil.
Tifa's hand began to move in time with Aerith's foot, a synchronized assault on your senses. Her fingers rolled your balls gently, then her fingertips traced the tight seam behind them, making you shudder. Her breath was hot on your neck. "We're not even trying yet," Tifa murmured. "This is just the appetizer."
Aerith's foot paused at the apex of its stroke, her toes pressing down on the sensitive tip of your cock. "The main course is much, much better," she promised.
Your gasp and their comments were lost on you. In the quiet hum of the carnival around your secluded table, it was like nothing else mattered but your pleasured dick. But your ecstasy. Tifa's lips hovered a breath from yours, her crimson eyes holding you captive. The warmth of her body, the possessive grip of her hand under the table, the deft pressure of Aerith's toes on your tip—it was a perfect, exquisite torture.
"Let's start with a kiss," Tifa whispered. It was a husky promise that spoke to your sol and vibrated through your very bones, "then I'll ride you hard right here at the table."
The raw, blatant imagery of her words, combined with the relentless, synchronized ministrations of both women, was the final shove off a cliff you'd been teetering on. Your control shattered.
A hot, blinding wave of pleasure erupted from your core, rushing up your shaft. You came with a strangled groan, your hips bucking involuntarily against Tifa's hand as your release pulsed out onto her fingers and Aerith's arching foot. The intensity was dizzying, a total surrender to their combined will.
"Oh wow!" Aerith blinked, then smirked. "Good!"
Tifa didn't pull back. She held your gaze, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her lips as she felt the hot spill against her palm. A soft, throaty laugh escaped her. "Mm, that was fast~!"
From the other side, Aerith giggled, a sound like chiming bells. Her toes didn't stop. If anything, they pressed down more firmly, milking the last few weak spasms from you, wringing out every last drop until you were shuddering and oversensitive. "Someone was very eager for the main course," Aerith cooed.
You slumped back in your chair, a deep blush heating your face. Should you apologize? Like really, should you? When they intentionally wanted this?
Tifa's smile softened from triumphant to something more genuinely warm. She brought her slick fingers up from under the tablecloth, examining them for a moment before meeting your eyes. "I can see you want to apologize. Don't. We take it as a compliment." She leaned in, her lips brushing your ear. "But a mess like this requires a proper cleanup."
Aerith was already sliding from her chair, her floral sarong whispering against the pavement. "Our treat," Aerith said, her green eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and genuine hunger. She disappeared under the table, followed a heartbeat later by Tifa, whose red eyes shot you a final, smoldering look before vanishing beneath the linen.
The world beneath the table was a dim, intimate cave, scented with your cock and the sweet perfume of the two women now kneeling between your legs. You could only look down, your heart hammering anew as you saw them there, two of the most desirable women of Final Fantasy, tending to you.
Aerith went first. Her approach was gentle, exploratory. She nuzzled the inside of your thigh, her soft cheek a contrast to your tense muscle. Then her tongue, pink and quick, darted out. Aerith didn't take you in her mouth, not yet. Instead, she lapped at the spend on your stomach and thighs with kittenish licks, cleaning you with a sweet, diligent focus that was incredibly erotic. Every stroke of her tongue was a tender apology for her earlier teasing.
Tifa's method was entirely different. She was direct, assertive. She took your still-throbbing cock in her hand, not roughly, but with a firm, knowing grip. She stroked it a couple times and commented, "What a nice cock." Smiling, Tifa lowered her head and, without preamble, took the sensitive head into her mouth.
You jerked at the sudden, overwhelming heat and wetness. Tifa's tongue was a marvel. It wasn't the soft, fluttering thing of fantasy; it was a muscle, strong and purposeful. She flattened it against the underside of your shaft and dragged it slowly, firmly, from base to tip, licking away every trace of your climax. Then her lips formed a tight seal and she began to suck, not hard, but with a steady, relentless pressure that made your toes curl. She was reclaiming you, reminding your body who was in charge of its pleasure now.
Aerith, seeing Tifa's work, changed her tactic. She focused her attention lower, her delicate hands cupping your balls, massaging them gently. Then her mouth joined them, and you nearly cried out. Dick-sucking lips AND balls-sucking lips?
It was a fantasy combo. A final trump card.
Where Tifa was firm, Aerith was ethereal. The Cetra didn't so much suckle as she enveloped your nutsack in soft, wet heat, her tongue swirling and fluttering over the left testicle in particular in a way that made your entire body tremble. It was an insanely intimate sensation, her gentle worship a stark, breathtaking contrast to Tifa's skilled deepthroat.
"Mmmph!"
Up and down, up and down. Tifa gobbled up with the head of your cock, dipped down lower, then returned in order to suck you off. It was fast. It was aggressive. It was exactly as you expected from the martial artist. She didn't deepthroat the full thing, she had technique and strategy and love.
Tifa sucked your dick, bobbing and down, because she loved it. She was talented at it. And she wanted you to experience it.
They traded places, a silent, expert switch. Tifa's mouth moved to your balls, her sucking more aggressive, making you gasp, while Aerith took your cock into her own mouth. Her technique was slower and more sensual. She took her time, sinking down on you inch by inch, her green eyes looking up at you from under the table.
"A-Aerith...!"
Unlike Tifa, she'd taken you all, her nose buried at your base. Aerith held you there for a long, breathtaking moment before drawing back with a soft, wet pop.
The final assault was too much. Your cock and balls, already wound up and hypersensitive from your first explosive release, were hurtling toward another climax at an alarming speed. You couldn't stop it. The pleasure built, a tight, urgent coil in your gut, fed by Aerith's sweet, deep throat and Tifa's greedy, possessive mouth.
"I'm… I'm gonna—" you choked out, your hands gripping the edges of the tablecloth.
Tifa released your nutsack with a wet sound and looked up, her smirk visible in the shadows. "Again? So soon?" The sheer pride in her voice as well as the deeper return to suckling your family jewels was your undoing.
Your second orgasm crashed over you. You spilled into Aerith's waiting mouth, your body convulsing under the table as she drank you down, her throat working with soft, swallows. Tifa held your hips steady, her strong hands keeping you grounded as you fell apart for them completely. As you came and came and Aerith devilishly swallowed.
Aerith might not have looked it but she could swallow.
When the last tremor subsided, you were boneless. Aerith released your cock with a final, gentle lick, smiling up at you with glistening lips. Tifa gave your thigh a firm, approving pat.
They began to slide out from under the table, but Tifa paused, her face level with your spent cock. She gave it a thoughtful look, then leaned in and placed one last, soft, claiming kiss on its tip.
"There," Tifa murmured. "All clean." She emerged two seconds after Aerith did, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Both expressions were the same: one of pure, carnal satisfaction.
Tifa began, "Now that the appetizer is truly finished…"
"Wanna head to our hotel room?" Aerith finished.