"This is unfair," Koneko said, looking with wary eyes at Kalawarner, who was towering over her with her larger frame and height.
"Be grateful we're playing nice to begin with," Mittelt shook her head, "We could've just stabbed you with light spears and taken him. This way, you at least have a chance, right?"
"Not much of one," Kalawarner smirked, looking at Koneko's petite body, "Really, you needed my help against her, Mit?"
"S-Shut up! I would've won, but I'm just making sure!" Mittelt argued back, but then smirked down at Naruto, "Get on your knees, devil. Since we did hands, feet, and ass, now... the next choice is clear, right?"
Naruto stared up at Kalawarner's chest, her massive breasts barely contained by the red fabric of her long jacket-like outfit, and he instantly understood.
"Boobs," Kalawarner stated simply, a wide smirk on her face.
Naruto watched as Kalawarner reached up, grabbing the zipper of her jacket. With a slow, deliberate pull, the sound of the zipper descending was a metallic purr that sliced through the tense silence. The red fabric parted, revealing not a bra, but the smooth, pale skin of her chest and the deep, shadowed valley of her cleavage.
Then, with a final, dramatic shrug, she let the jacket fall from her shoulders. It pooled around her feet, and Naruto's jaw went slack.
He had seen impressive breasts before. Rias's were perfect, round globes that fit her frame flawlessly. Akeno's were enormous, heavy melons that seemed to defy gravity. Even Asia had two twin mounds that were soft and squishy. But Kalawarner... she was in a league of her own.
Her breasts were titanic. They were colossal, massive spheres of flesh that dwarfed anything he had ever witnessed. They were so large that they seemed to have their own gravitational pull, drawing his gaze and refusing to let it go. They were creamy, flawless globes that were capped with large, rose-colored areolas and nipples that were already hardened. They were a feast for the eyes, and they made his cock, which had just been spent, throb with a desperate, aching need.
"Well," Kalawarner smirked, placing her hands under the heavy-weight of her massive mammaries, as she hefted them as if to show off their size and weight. "What do you think, devil? Are you ready for a real woman's chest?"
Mittelt, whose own breasts were small and perky, let out an annoyed huff.
"Just because you're the walking equivalent of a blimp doesn't mean you're better," she muttered, but her words were lost on Naruto, whose entire world had narrowed to the two glorious globes of flesh in front of him.
He was already on his knees, the command still fresh in his mind. He stared, his mouth hanging open slightly, as his lust-addled brain was struggling to comprehend the sheer scale of her chest. The barrier, still pulsing with its amplifying effect, made the sight even more intoxicating. He could see her hard nipples, the slight jiggle as she shifted her weight, and the way the heavy flesh flopped in front of her.
"They're... they're..." he stammered, the words catching in his throat. He couldn't find the words to describe them. They were more than just breasts. They were a force of nature.
"Big? Huge? Gigantic?" Kalawarner offered a smug, triumphant look on her face. "I've heard it all. But words don't do them justice."
She took a step forward, her massive breasts swaying with the movement. Naruto's eyes were glued to them, mesmerized by their hypnotic jiggling. She stopped directly in front of him, so close that he could feel the heat radiating from her body, as he stared at her with wide eyes.
"It's your turn, little devil," she said, glancing over at Koneko, who was still standing to the side, her small, boyish chest a stark, pathetic contrast to Kalawarner's bountiful breasts. "Or, you can just forfeit now. I wouldn't blame you. There's no way you can compete with this."
"No," Koneko's voice was firm, but there was a bit of nervousness in her eyes, "I won't... forfeit."
She stepped in front of Naruto, her movements stiff and hesitant. She looked down at her own chest, then back up at his face, which was still completely captivated by Kalawarner's colossal chest. A wave of humiliation washed over her. She knew she was outmatched, but she had to try.
"Naruto-senpai," she said, her voice a little louder, trying to pull his attention away from the blue-haired fallen angel. "Look at me."
But he didn't. His gaze was still fixed on Kalawarner, his jaw slack with awe and lust. He was like a moth to a flame, drawn to the overwhelming, mesmerizing display of tits.
Koneko's shoulders slumped slightly, and she became more self-conscious as she tried again.
"Look," she tried again, her voice coming out as a desperate plea, as she knew her breasts were almost non-existent. They were little more than slight swellings on her chest, with small, pale pink nipples that were already hardened with arousal. There was no cleavage, no valley, no shadowed depths to get lost in. They were... nothing. A pathetic imitation of the bountiful bounty that Kalawarner was so proudly displaying.
"Pathetic," Mittelt snickered from the side, but Koneko didn't even turn around to glare at the girl.
She had to make him look. She had to make him feel something.
"Senpai..." she whispered, her small hands coming up to cup her tiny breasts. She squeezed them gently, her small fingers pressing into the sensitive skin. The barrier amplified the sensation, and a small gasp escaped her lips. A fresh wave of arousal washed over her, and she had to fight to stay focused.
But still, Naruto didn't look. His eyes were still glued to Kalawarner, who was now enjoying the attention, as her lips curved into a smug, triumphant smirk.
"It's no use, little devil," Kalawarner cooed, her voice a low, seductive hum. She hefted her massive breasts, her fingers sinking into the heavy, soft flesh. "He knows what he wants. He knows that you can't compare to these."
She started to sway, her movements slow and hypnotic. Her massive breasts swung from side to side, a mesmerizing dance that held Naruto captive. They were like two pendulums of pure fat, and he was completely and utterly entranced. He could feel the barrier amplifying the sight, making every slight jiggle, every ripple of soft flesh, a feast for his eyes.
Koneko could see it was hopeless. Her small, boyish chest was no match for the titanic titties of the fallen angel. But she knew that this would only get harder now that it was 2 against one, and she needed to get every victory she could. She couldn't give up.
"Senpai," she said, her voice a little louder, a little more demanding. She took a step closer, her small body almost pressed against his. "Look. At. Me."
She reached out, her small, delicate hand wrapping around his chin. She tried to turn his head, to force him to look at her, to look at what she had to offer. But he was like a statue, unyielding. His gaze was locked onto Kalawarner's bouncing breasts, his mind completely consumed by the sight.
"He's not even trying to help you," Mittelt giggled, her high-pitched laughter grating on Koneko's ears. "He's completely gone. You've lost, little devil. Did you really think your pathetic little breasts could compare to Kala's?"
"He... just needs... a little... more," Koneko grunted, her small body trembling with the effort of fighting the barrier's effects and the growing frustration. She let out a frustrated sigh. She knew she couldn't win this with size. She had to win with skill, with something... more.
"Senpai," she whispered, her small hands still cupping her tiny breasts. She squeezed them again, harder this time, and a soft moan escaped her lips. "Don't you remember? You like these. You said you liked them. You said you'd be a good boy for me."
She leaned forward, trying to press her small chest against his face. But he was still staring at Kalawarner, completely lost in the sight.
"He's all mine, runt," Kalawarner purred, her voice dripping with condescension. She took a step closer, her massive breasts now just inches from Naruto's face. She started to bounce on her heels, making her huge tits bounce and jiggle. Each bounce was a heavy, impactful landing on his brain, and a hypnotic rhythm that seemed to call to him.
"Look at them," she commanded, her voice a low, seductive hum. "Look at how they move. Look at how they bounce. You can't resist them, can you, devil? You want to touch them, to feel them, to lose yourself in them."
Naruto could only nod, a low moan escaping his lips. He was completely and utterly captivated, a slave to the sight of her bouncing breasts. His cock was rock-hard again, and he felt a desperate neediness within him.
"See?" Kalawarner smirked, glancing over at Koneko, who was watching with a look of shame, "He's mine. You never stood a chance."
"You... you're cheating," Koneko stammered, her small hands clenching into fists at her sides as she glared over at Mittelt.
"All's fair in love and war, little devil," Kalawarner shot back, a triumphant grin on her face. "And this, my dear, is war. A war for this man's submission, and, for his cock."
She took a final step forward, her massive breasts now directly in front of Naruto's face. Then, she did what Koneko had been desperately trying to do. She leaned forward, pressing her heavy, bountiful flesh against him.
The world disappeared.
There was no park, no trees, no sky. There was only the overwhelming, suffocating softness of Kalawarner's breasts. They enveloped him, a warm, fleshy prison that was both terrifying and intoxicating. He could feel their heavy weight pressing against his face, the softness of her skin against his cheek, and the overwhelming scent of her body.
He was trapped. He was smothered. And his cock twitched in response.
"Pathetic," Mittelt snickered from the side, her voice laced with amusement. "He's completely gone. Look at him, burying his face in her tits like a pig looking for truffles."
She wasn't wrong. Naruto was lost, a willing victim to the overwhelming sensory experience. His hands came up, not to push her away, but to pull her closer. He wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face deeper into the warm, fleshy valley between her breasts. He inhaled deeply, the scent of her filling his lungs, and a fresh wave of lust washed over him.
"He's a natural! Look at how eager he is for his enemies' tits," Kalawarner giggled with a smug look on her face. She started to move, her massive breasts rubbing against his face in a slow, deliberate circle. The sensation was incredible, a warm, fleshy embrace that made him want to beg for more.
"Now, for the finishing touch," she declared, her voice ringing with confidence. She looked over at Mittelt, who was watching with a gleeful expression. "Mit, why don't you give him a little... encouragement?"
"With pleasure," Mittelt giggled, a predatory glint in her eyes. She strutted over to Naruto's kneeling form, her hips swaying as she did, and Koneko could only glare at the two fallen angels. She knelt down behind him, her small, delicate hands wrapping around his waist.
Then, her hand wrapped around his cock. The contact was electric, and a jolt of pleasure shot through him. His hips humped forward, a loud moan tearing from his throat and being swallowed by the soft, heavy flesh of Kalawarner's breasts.
"He's so hard," Mittelt cooed, her fingers tracing the length of his shaft. "You really did a number on him, Kala."
"I have that effect on men," Kalawarner replied, her lips curving into a sly smirk. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing down on him with a little more force. "Now, it's time for the final submission. Tell me, devil. Tell me how much better my breasts are than hers. Degrade that flat-chested little runt for me."
A strangled groan was all that came out at first, but Kalawarner's hands tightened in his hair, pulling his head back slightly, forcing him to look up at her.
"Speak," she commanded, her voice sharp and demanding. "Tell me."
He looked from Kalawarner's smug, triumphant face to Mittelt's gleeful, malicious grin. Then, he glanced over at Koneko, who was standing to the side, her small body trembling. Her face was blushing with shame, as her tiny tits were on full display.
He had to choose. He had to obey. The pleasure was too intense, and the need in his cock was too great. His mind, clouded by the barrier and the dual assault of their bodies, could only focus on one thing: release.
"Y-Yours," he stammered, the words catching in his throat. "Your breasts... they're... they're better!"
"Go on," Kalawarner urged, her fingers tightening their grip on his hair. "Tell me why. Degrade her. Tell her how pathetic she is."
He took a deep breath, the action difficult with the heavy weight on his face. The words came out in a choked, desperate rush.
"Koneko-sama's... she's..." he started, but he trailed off, the shame burning in his chest as he was used to praising the Nekoshou that dominated him.
"Don't be shy," Mittelt taunted from behind him, her hand still stroking his cock in a slow rhythm. "We're all friends here. Tell us what you really think about that flatty little devil!"
"Koneko-sama's... her chest is... it's nothing," Naruto choked out, the words tearing from his throat as if they were poison. "It's... It's pathetic. A washboard. An ironing board. She's... she's not even a woman."
Koneko's face blushed deeper, and she glanced away, looking embarrassed at Naruto's words. The sight would have made Naruto feel guilty, but the pleasure from Mittelt's stroking and Kalawarner's smothering was a more powerful, more immediate feeling.
"Good boy," Kalawarner praised, a triumphant glint in her eyes. She leaned forward, her massive breasts pressing down on him with renewed vigor. "Keep going. Tell me more. Tell me how much you love my tits, how much you want to worship them."
"I... I love them," he whimpered, the words a pathetic, desperate plea. "They're... they're perfect. So big, so soft, so... real. Koneko-sama's... she's... she's a boy compared to you, Kala-sama! I can't even feel anything when she presses against me. But you... You're everything. You're a real woman."
As he spoke, he could feel a fresh wave of heat wash over Koneko. He glanced over at her and saw that her small body was trembling even more, her face flushed a deep, dark red. He could see the arousal in her eyes, the same overwhelming lust that was consuming him, but it was mixed with a pain that was almost palpable. She was being humiliated, degraded, band etrayed, but her body was betraying her, responding to the scene with a primal heat.
She was getting off on it. The thought was a dizzying, intoxicating realization to Naruto. He wasn't the only one who was being broken.
"Look at her," Mittelt giggled, her hand moving faster on his cock. "She's getting so wet, listening to you betray her. What a pathetic little slut."
"Indeed," Kalawarner mused, a thoughtful look on her face. She looked down at Naruto, her expression a mix of pity and excitement. "You've made your choice, devil. You've chosen a real woman. And now... you'll get your reward."
She leaned forward, her massive breasts pressing down on him with a suffocating weight. She wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him deeper into the warm, fleshy valley between her breasts. He was trapped, a prisoner of flesh, and he could feel the pressure building, a desperate, aching need for release that was becoming unbearable.
"Now, cum for me," she commanded, her voice a low, seductive hum that vibrated through her chest and into his skull. "Cum for your new master. Show me your devotion."
Her words were the final trigger. The pressure that had been building for what felt like an eternity finally snapped.
His body convulsed, a strangled gasp tearing from his throat as the sound was swallowed by the soft, heavy flesh of Kalawarner's breasts. A thick, hot rope of cum shot from the tip of his cock, painting Mittelt's small, delicate hand in a sticky mess. Another followed, then another, as he came and came, harder than he ever had before. His vision swam, his mind unable to process anything as he could feel Kalawarner's breasts smothering him in a warm, fleshy embrace. He could feel Mittelt's hand, with her tight, demanding grip on his cock. And through it all, he knew Koneko was watching, her small body trembling with a mixture of humiliation, pain, and a desperate arousal.
He slumped forward, completely and utterly spent, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Kalawarner held him there for a long moment, her breasts still pressing into the back of his head, a warm, possessive weight that was both comforting and suffocating. Then, with a sigh of satisfaction, she pulled away.
He looked up, his vision blurry and unfocused. He could see Kalawarner smirking down at him, a triumphant glint in her eyes. He could see Mittelt wiping her hand on the grass, a look of disgust on her face. And he could see Koneko, standing to the side, her small body trembling with embarrassment and shame.
"Pathetic," Mittelt muttered, shaking her head. "You made a mess all over my hand. You really are a disgusting mutt."
She then turned her attention to Naruto, a small, cruel smile playing on her lips. She drew back her foot, then kicked him lightly in the side. The impact wasn't enough to hurt him, but it was enough to make him flinch in a clear, unspoken command to pay attention to who was in charge here.
"That's one point for us," Mittelt declared, her voice ringing with a smug confidence. "It's tied now, so this will be the final round. The face."
She looked over at Koneko, who flinched at the declaration. But then, a flicker of confidence formed in her eyes. Her face was cute and adorable, to the point that she was considered Kuoh Academy's 'Mascot' for her cuteness. She could win this one.
"Get up, devil," Kalawarner commanded, her large hands wrapping around Naruto's arms and pulling him to his feet. His legs were weak and shaky, but she held him steady, her massive breasts pressing against his back in a constant, arousing reminder of the pleasure he had just experienced.
Mittelt sauntered over to Koneko, a predatory smirk on her face. She grabbed the smaller devil's arm, her grip surprisingly strong. "Come on, runt. Let's give the man a good look."
She dragged Koneko over, forcing her to kneel in front of Naruto. Then, Mittelt knelt beside her, the two of them presenting their faces to him as if they were prizes.
Naruto's gaze drifted between them. On one side, there was Mittelt. Her face was sharp, with high cheekbones, a pointed chin, and large, piercing blue eyes that were filled with a cruel, sadistic amusement. Her blonde hair was in twin tails, and her lips were curved into a sly smirk. She was both hot and cute, and there was no denying it.
On the other side, there was Koneko. Her face was small, delicate, and almost doll-like. Her large, golden eyes were usually blank, but now they were filled with a complex mix of emotions: shame, desperation, and some confidence. Her silver hair was messy, and her small, pink lips were parted slightly. She was adorable, in a cute, almost fragile way that made Naruto's cock twitch.
"So, who's it going to be, devil?" Mittelt asked, her voice in a teasing, taunting tone. "The superior fallen angel, or the flat-chested little devil? Whose face do you want to paint with your cum?"
Naruto's cock, which had been limp and spent, started to stir again. The sight of the two of them, kneeling before him, their faces on display, was a potent aphrodisiac, even after two mind-shattering orgasms. The barrier, still pulsing with its amplifying effect, was making it impossible for him to think straight. He was a creature of pure lust, and he needed to cum again.
His hand moved, almost of its own accord, and wrapped around his semi-hard cock. He started to stroke, his movements slow and hesitant at first, then gaining a bit of confidence as his cock hardened in his grip. His gaze was fixed on Koneko, his mind made up. Her face was cuter, more adorable, and he couldn't forget the way she had dominated him so heavily in the past. He wanted to see it covered in his cum. He could see confidence form in her eyes, and she gave a small nod of her head as her lips twitched upward. She knew he was going to choose her.
But then, he felt a pair of large, soft arms wrap around him from behind. He didn't have to look to know who it was.
"Where do you think you're aiming that, little devil?" Kalawarner whispered, her hot breath brushing against his ear. Her massive breasts pressed against his back, a warm, heavy weight that was both comforting and distracting. She reached around, her small, delicate hand wrapping around his, her fingers interlacing with his.
She guided his hand, her touch firm and possessive. She turned him, forcing him to face Mittelt, whose smirk widened into a triumphant grin. He could feel his cock twitch in his grip, a traitorous response to the fallen angel's smug beauty.
"Such a naughty boy," Kalawarner murmured, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck. "You were about to make the wrong choice. But don't worry. I'll help you. I'll help you see the light."
Her other hand came up, her fingers tangling in his hair. She pulled his head back, forcing it to rest in the warm, fleshy valley between her massive breasts. The world was once again a warm, soft prison, and a fresh wave of lust washed over him.
"Don't listen to her, senpai." Koneko's voice was a desperate plea, her small body trembling as she watched him being manipulated. "My face is cuter, and I'm better than this... fallen-bitch!"
"Shut up, runt," Mittelt just smirked over at her, "You've already lost."
Naruto knew Koneko was right. In the back of his lust-addled mind, he knew that Koneko's face was the one he wanted to see covered in his cum. But the feeling of Kalawarner's breasts against his head, her hands guiding his, and her whispers in his ear, was too much to resist.
"You know you want to," Kalawarner whispered, her voice a seductive poison that seeped into his brain. "You want to please me, don't you? You want to be a good boy for me. If you cum for Mittelt... if you paint her pretty face with your seed, then I'll let you worship these again. I'll let you bury your face in them and smother you with them until you can't breathe. I'll let you do all the things you want so badly."
The promise was too much. It was like a siren's call, and a temptation that he couldn't ignore. His mind, clouded by lust and the barrier's amplifying effect, could only focus on the promise of more pleasure. He could feel the pressure building already, and he couldn't hold on.
"Senpai, pick me," Koneko's voice was firm, giving one last order, but Naruto ignored it.
He turned, his body betraying him, a final act of submission to the fallen angels' dominance. He aimed his cock at Mittelt's smug, triumphant face, and he stroked faster, his hand now moving frantically as Kalawarner guided him.
"Yes, that's it. Ignore that little runt. That's a good devil," Mittelt praised him, and Naruto groaned as his hips bucked forward.
The pressure that had been building for only a moment snapped. A thick shot of cum burst from the tip of his cock, hitting Mittelt directly on the forehead. Another followed, painting her cheek in a sticky mess. Another, and another, and another, as he came and came, covering her face in a torrent of his seed. He slumped back against Kalawarner, completely and utterly spent, and his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
A slow, triumphant grin spread across Mittelt's face as she used a finger to wipe some of the cum from her cheek, and then she licked it clean.
"I guess I win," she declared, her voice ringing with a smug confidence as she looked at Koneko, "And you, little devil... You lose."
She stood up, wiping the rest of the cum from her face with a look of disgust. She looked over at Naruto as she stood, who was slumped against Kalawarner, as he was a broken, defeated mess. Then, she looked over at Koneko, who was still kneeling on the grass, her small body trembling with a mixture of shame, humiliation, and unfulfilled arousal.
"Well, this was fun," Mittelt said, a wide, cruel smirk on her face. "But, I'm afraid this is where we part ways, for now at least. But... as we leave, I guess I'll give you one last chance." She looked over at Naruto, who was staring at her with glossy, lust-filled eyes.
"On your hands and knees, devil," she commanded, her voice sharp and demanding.
Naruto, broken and submissive as he was, could only obey. He slid from Kalawarner's embrace, his body aching as he fell to the ground, and then he got into the commanded position. He was on all fours, his head bowed, as his entire being radiated a sense of utter defeat.
"Good boy," Mittelt praised, her lips curving into a sly smirk. "From now on, you'll crawl. Like the dog you are."
She then turned her attention to the two women.
"Kalawarner, stand over there," she said, pointing to a spot on the grass a few feet away. The buxom fallen angel nodded, a playful smirk on her face as she walked over.
Then, she looked over at Koneko, who was still kneeling on the grass.
"Flat-chested runt," she said, her tone being condescending and dominant, "You stand over there."
She pointed to a spot on the other side of the clearing. Koneko hesitated for a moment, her small hands clenching into fists at her sides. She looked from Mittelt's smug face to Naruto's submissive form, and a fresh wave of shame washed over her. But she knew she had no choice but to play this game with them. With a defeated sigh, she rose to her feet and walked over to the designated spot, her shoulders slumped.
"Perfect," Mittelt declared, her eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. She looked down at Naruto, who was still on all fours, a pathetic, whimpering mess on the grass. "Now, my little mutt, you have a choice. This is your chance to go back to your peerage."
She gestured towards Koneko, who was standing with her head bowed, her small body trembling.
"She's your master, right?" Mittelt taunted, her voice a mocking purr. "You can crawl to her. Right now, you can make this competition mean nothing. You can go back to being her pet and her plaything. You can go back to the Occult Research Club and be a good little servant for the Gremory girl."
She then gestured towards Kalawarner, who was standing with a wide, triumphant smirk on her face, as her hands were on her hips.
"Or," Mittelt continued, her voice dropping to a low, seductive hum, "you can crawl to her. You can choose a real woman. You can choose to serve us and to be our toy. You can choose pleasure, domination, and a life of submission to your betters. To superior fallen angels."
Naruto's gaze drifted between them. On one side, there was Koneko. She was small and delicate, but he knew the pleasure she could give him, and he remembered the sweet, familiar feeling of her dominance. He could see the conflict in her golden eyes, and the shame of her defeat warring with the desperate hope that he would choose her. He could see her small, tight rear, as he remembered the feeling of her cheeks clenching around his cock and milking him dry.
On the other side, there was Kalawarner. She was tall and curvy, and a vision of feminine perfection. Her massive breasts, her wide hips, and her thick, juicy ass were all on display, a testament to her superior womanhood. He could see the confidence in her eyes, the smug triumph of a woman who knew she had won. He could see her thick, meaty rear, as it made Koneko's look small and pathetic by comparison.
It wasn't an easy choice. His mind, still clouded by the barrier and the multiple orgasms, was messy and uncertain. He wanted to go back to the familiar comfort of his peerage, but he also wanted to experience the overwhelming pleasure that the fallen angels had shown him.
"Come on, senpai," Koneko gave one last command, her small hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Crawl to me. You know you want to be my pet. Come over here, and I'll let you be my chair."
She reached back, her small hands cupping her perky rear. She slapped it, the sharp sound echoing in the quiet clearing. The impact made her flesh jiggle, which was a sight that sent a fresh jolt of arousal through Naruto. He could see the confidence in her eyes and the belief that she could still win him over, as she commanded him.
"Don't listen to her, mutt." Kalawarner's voice was just as commanding, acting as a siren's call that was impossible to ignore. She reached back, her large hands grabbing her thick, juicy ass. She gave it a hard slap, the sound much deeper and more impactful than Koneko's. Her flesh rippled, a mesmerizing wave of motion that made Naruto's cock twitch. "You know who has the better rear. You know who is the better woman. Crawl to me. I'll let you kiss it. I'll let you worship it. I'll let you do all the things you want so badly."
Naruto's gaze drifted between them, his mind a swirling vortex of lust and confusion. He was a ship caught in a storm, with two sirens calling to him, each promising a different kind of paradise.
"You're struggling, aren't you, little devil?" Mittelt cooed, her lips curving into a sly smirk. She walked over to him, her movements slow and deliberate. She looked down at his submissive form, her large, blue eyes alight with a cruel amusement. "But I think I can help you make the right choice."
She stepped over him, her small body straddling his back. Then, she sat down, her full weight settling on him. The pressure was firm, a clear, unspoken command to stay put. He was her chair, her furniture, her property, and now, her steed.
"You're a pathetic, confused little horsey, aren't you?" she whispered, her hot breath brushing against his ear. She reached down, her fingers grasping at his hair. She pulled his head back, forcing him to look up at the two women who were still calling to him. "But I know what you want. I know what you need. And I know who can give it to you."
Her other hand came down, her small, delicate fingers reaching back, grasping at his balls.
"Look at them," she commanded, her lips curving into a sly smirk. "Look at the flat-chested runt, with her pathetic little butt. She's a child compared to Kala. She can't give you what you want. She can't give you what you need."
She then gestured towards Kalawarner.
"Now look at her," Mittelt continued, her voice a seductive poison that seeped into his brain. "Look at that ass. It's perfect. It's a throne. A throne that you can worship. A throne that you can serve. Don't you want to serve a real woman? Don't you want to be a good boy for her?"
She squeezed her fingers around his balls, a firm, possessive grip that made him gasp.
"Of course you do," she whispered, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck as she reached back, and gave his ass a hard slap, "Now, be a good little horse! Crawl to your new master."
She let go of his hair, and she leaned forward, her small breasts pressing against the back of his head. The command was clear, unspoken, and absolute. His body, a traitor to the very end, obeyed.
He started to crawl.
His hands and knees moved across the grass, moving towards Kalawarner in a clear, undeniable declaration of his submission. He could feel Mittelt's weight on his back, a constant, humiliating reminder of his new role as her steed. He could hear her triumphant giggles, a sound that was both humiliating and arousing
He was crawling towards Kalawarner, and towards the promise of pleasure and domination. He was crawling away from Koneko, away from the familiar comfort of his peerage. He was making a choice, a final, irreversible act of submission that sealed his fate.
He reached the tall fallen, stopping at her feet. He looked up, his gaze fixed on the thick, juicy rear that was promised to him. It was a magnificent sight, a perfect, heart-shaped bubble butt that was far bigger than Koneko's, and possibly even bigger than Rias's. He wanted to touch it, to kiss it, to worship it, as he felt a desperate, aching need within him.
"Good horse," Kalawarner praised, her lips curving into a triumphant smirk. "You've made the right choice."
She turned around, presenting her ass to him. It was so close that he could feel the heat radiating from it, and he could see the slight jiggle as she shifted her weight. His cock, which had been spent and limp, started to stir again, a fresh wave of lust washing over him.
"Go on," she urged, her voice a low, seductive hum. "You've earned your reward. Worship me. Worship your new master."
He didn't need to be told twice. He leaned forward, his lips pressing against the soft, warm skin of her right cheek. He kissed it, a soft, reverent touch that was a clear declaration of his devotion. He could feel the barrier amplifying the sensation, making the simple act of kissing her ass a mind-altering experience. He kissed her again and again, his lips pressing into each part of her juicy rear as his cock twitched and throbbed. He was lost in the moment, a willing slave to the overwhelming pleasure and submission.
"Such a good boy," Kalawarner cooed, her voice a smug, triumphant purr. She reached back, her large hand resting on the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair. She pulled him closer, pressing his face deeper into the warm, fleshy valley between her cheeks. "Keep going. Don't stop."
He obeyed, his kisses becoming more fervent and more desperate. He was a man dying of thirst, and her ass was a cool, refreshing spring. He would have stayed there forever, content to worship her for the rest of his days. But then, she pulled away. The sudden absence of her touch was a form of torture, a desperate, aching void that made him whimper. He looked up, his eyes wide with a plea for more.
"We have to go, mutt," Kalawarner said, her tone businesslike, but her eyes were still alight with a cruel amusement. She turned, her thick, juicy ass swaying with a hypnotic rhythm that held him captive as she glanced over at Koneko one last time, "I'm sure we'll see you again sometime, little runt. Thanks for the new toy!"
She started to walk away, her hips swaying in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Naruto could only watch, mesmerized by the sight of her retreating rear.
"Follow," Mittelt commanded, her small hands tightening their grip on his hair. She pulled, a sharp, demanding gesture that was a clear, unspoken command to obey. "Heel, boy."
He crawled after her, as he was a pathetic, whimpering mess. He was their dog, their pet, their plaything, and the thought sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through him. He was a pathetic, horny dog, and he was chasing the woman who had claimed him as her own, and crawling after the swaying, bouncing booty in front of him.
As he crawled away, he didn't look back, and he didn't see that Koneko was watching.
She stood there, alone in the clearing, as she looked like a small, defeated figure. She watched as Naruto crawled away, as he followed the two fallen angels who had broken him, and who had claimed him as their own. She watched as he disappeared into the trees, a pathetic, whimpering mutt chasing the ass that had put hers to shame.
And she felt a fresh wave of shame, a hot, burning humiliation that washed over her. She had lost. She had been outmatched and utterly outclassed by the two fallen angels. She had been defeated, and Naruto had been taken from her. She could only sigh, watching as Naruto crawled pathetically after Kalawarner with Mittelt riding him like a horse.
"I need to tell Rias about this," She muttered, turning away as she started to stumble away from the area and leave the barrier.
She knew her King wouldn't be happy about this, and that she wouldn't stand for this. Soon, the mission to save their newest peerage member would begin.
Chapter End
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed. The Waifu Stealer will be posted tomorrow, then this again the day after. There are also 5 more chapters for this novel posted on Subscribestar.adult/Nappar