A/N : The RE arc will be released in Chapter 27, so please be patient—especially my long-time readers. I know you've been waiting for this arc, but we're going to take our time with it because I need to finish the wedding arc first.
And yeah, I've also seen a few spoilers about RE9—especially about Grace and the Raccoon City Syndrome. Honestly, I'm not really sure what to say about those spoilers. I'm a huge fan of this game series, and after seeing them, I felt a little disappointed about the spoiler.
It's not like I even wanted to see those spoilers in the first place, oke. It's just that some jerk friend brought it up while we were hanging out, so I didn't really have a choice but to check whether what he said was true or not.
But yeah, what's done is done. All I can say is I hope you guys can be patient until Chapter 27 is up.
That's all and thanks for reading my little rant.
And please keep throwing your power stones at me to bost this fanfic
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Demeter grabbed Persephone's hand, her grip firm and urgent, whispering with wide-eyed excitement, "We're next." With a predatory grace, Demeter crawled toward Allen's crotch, her nose inches from his throbbing erection as she inhaled deeply, savoring the musky scent of his arousal.
"You know Allen, Aphrodite always says that your dick taste good and is addictive, so I'm curious about that taste." Demeter purred, her voice low and husky like a cat in heat, dripping with raw desire. Kneeling before him, she parted her lips and engulfed his erect cock in one swift motion, her mouth stretching wide to swallow him whole, her throat relaxing to take him deeper.
Gulk... Gulk... Gulk...
Meanwhile, Persephone showered Allen's entire body with fervent kisses, her lips trailing fire across his skin in an unstoppable wave of passion, her tongue flicking out to taste every inch of him.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
"Looks like I've kept you girls waiting," Allen murmured with a sly grin, his hands roaming freely over their curves as he reciprocated the attention, his fingers teasing nipples and tracing sensitive spots that made both women tremble and shiver under his skilled touch.
After fifteen intense minutes of Demeter's relentless deep-throating, her head bobbing rhythmically as saliva dripped down his shaft, Allen felt the pressure building uncontrollably, his balls tightening with impending release. "I'm going to cum, Demeter—you can swallow every drop," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.
Demeter gulped eagerly, forcing her mouth even lower, her throat bulging visibly as she accommodated his full length, making his cock look impossibly larger inside her. At the same time, Persephone shifted lower, her tongue lapping hungrily at his heavy balls, sucking them gently into her warm mouth to heighten his ecstasy.
Then, gripping Demeter's head firmly with both hands, Allen thrust his hips forward, wiggling her face against him to bury himself as deep as possible. He exploded in her throat, his cock pulsing wildly as thick ropes of cum shot out, flooding her mouth and sliding straight down. Demeter felt every throb, the hot spurts coating her insides as she swallowed greedily.
Gulk... Gulk... Gulk...
Demeter pulled back slowly, opening her mouth wide to reveal her empty tongue and throat to Allen, proving she'd devoured it all. Her lips glistened with a mix of saliva and remnants of his seed, her expression one of pure, erotic satisfaction that made his spent cock twitch anew.
"Persephone, let me go first—I can't hold it anymore," Demeter pleaded breathlessly, her body still humming from the act.
Seeing her mother—now her sister in this twisted bond—demanding her turn, Persephone gasped in surprise but yielded, pulling away from Allen to give her space, her own arousal evident in her flushed cheeks and hardened nipples.
"Let me ride you, Allen. You just need to lie back and enjoy the rest," Demeter commanded, her voice thick with need as she positioned herself.
"Okay..." Allen agreed, his eyes locked on her swaying hips.
Persephone moved fluidly, squatting over Allen's face, her pink pussy hovering just above his lips, dripping with anticipation.
"Can you lick me, Allen?" she asked, her tone playful yet desperate.
Allen nodded eagerly, his tongue darting out to lap at her slick folds, circling her clit with expert precision while Demeter lowered herself onto his reviving cock, guiding the thick head to her entrance and sinking down inch by inch. Allen groaned into Persephone's pussy as he felt Demeter's tight walls clench around him, her virgin tightness resisting before yielding to his girth.
"Your pussy is so tight, my dear—do you need help?" Allen offered, his words muffled against Persephone's wetness.
"No need, I can handle it," Demeter replied through gritted teeth, thrusting her hips downward to force his big dick deeper into her core, her body adjusting to the invasion.
Allen sensed the moment her hymen tore, a sharp give that allowed him to plunge fully inside, bottoming out against her cervix. "Ohhh... mother Gaia," Demeter moaned, pausing to catch her breath, her chest heaving with ragged gasps as pain mingled with building pleasure.
Persephone, witnessing her mother's ecstasy, leaned in and captured Demeter's lips in a passionate kiss, their tongues entwining like a mother and daughter unwilling to part, the forbidden intimacy fueling their shared fire. Allen, buried tongue-deep in Persephone's pussy, felt her juices flood his mouth as she climaxed from the kiss alone, her thighs quivering around his head.
This sight and taste aroused Allen further, his cock swelling even harder inside Demeter, prompting him to buck his hips in sync with her riding motions. She bounced on him like a wild horse, her breasts jiggling with each descent, her inner muscles milking him relentlessly.
"Ohh... yes, Allen, you're so good at this," Demeter cried out, her voice breaking with bliss.
Plop... plop... plop...
"Ahh... yes!" Demeter's first orgasm crashed over her, her body spasming wildly as she arched back, her pussy gushing around his shaft. Allen didn't let up, slamming his hips upward faster and faster until he erupted, flooding her womb with hot cum that she felt splashing deep inside.
"Ohh... it's so hot inside—I can feel your seed filling me up completely," Demeter whimpered, grinding down to savor the warmth spreading through her.
"It's my turn to nest," Persephone declared impatiently, her body aching from the wait as she disentangled from the kiss.
"Okay, I want you on all fours," Allen instructed, gently shifting the exhausted Demeter aside so he could position himself behind Persephone, admiring her from above as she arched her back invitingly.
"You ready... beautiful?" Allen asked, his voice laced with hunger as he eyed her exposed form.
"Y-yes, my husband" Persephone replied, smiling seductively at Demeter, who watched with hooded eyes.
Allen now had a clear view of both her glistening pussy and tight asshole, the sight making his dick throb harder, veins pulsing with renewed erection. He gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wide to expose her puckered hole, then aligned his slick cock and pressed forward.
"Let's start from this hole," he growled, pushing past her resistance.
She was a little scared at first, but as Allen penetrated her virgin ass with a firm thrust, she screamed in a mix of shock and pleasure.
"Ahhh... my ass... my virgin ass!" Persephone wailed, her body tensing around the intrusion.
Plop... plop... plop...
"Slow down, Allen...ohh husband... Ahhh," she begged initially, but soon the pain ebbed into waves of forbidden delight, her hips beginning to push back against him.
"Yeah, faster... harder... slap my ass!" she demanded, fully embracing the sensation.
Slap... slap... Each sharp smack echoed through the room, making her ass cheeks jiggle and redden with handprints, the sting amplifying her arousal.
Demeter, watching Persephone transform into a wanton slut before her eyes, felt a surge of horniness. She reached out, grabbing Persephone's swaying breasts and latching onto a nipple, sucking hard while kneading the soft flesh.
"Ahhh yes, suck my tits, sis!" Persephone's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and moments later, she climaxed violently, her body convulsing as she squirted forcefully, soaking the sheets beneath them from the dual assault on her ass and breasts.
But Allen didn't stop; he pounded into her harder, his balls slapping against her pussy with every thrust. "Ahh... Nooo, I can't stop!" Persephone cried, her squirting unrelenting, each deep penetration sending fresh sprays as his cock seemed to reach into her belly, filling her with an overwhelming sense of being utterly fucked and claimed.
Plop... plop... plop...
"Ahh... yes, this is so good," she moaned, lost in the haze.
Half an hour of relentless anal pounding later, Allen finally came, pumping his load deep into her ass until she felt bloated and full, his seed leaking slightly as he held himself buried.
"Ouhhh husband, I feel so full," Persephone sighed, her voice trembling with aftershocks.
After that, Allen withdrew his cock from her gaping asshole, watching a trickle of cum ooze out, before turning his attention to Demeter. He positioned her similarly and thrust his still-hard dick into her ass with forceful determination.
Plop... plop... plop...
The room filled once more with their mingled moans and the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh, Demeter's cries growing louder as she surrendered to the anal invasion.
After cumming several times in Demeter's ass, flooding her with load after load until she was overflowing, Allen refocused on Persephone. He slammed his cock into her virgin pussy this time, claiming it fully as she screamed in a blend of pain and rapture, her walls stretching around him for the first time.
After two hours of his cock alternating between their two sex holes—pounding pussies and asses interchangeably, cumming multiple times and leaving them drenched in sweat and semen—the sisters duo finally passed out from exhaustion.
Finally, now it was just Hestia and Arthemis left, both of them having waited patiently for what felt like an eternity, their bodies buzzing with pent-up desire as they watched the others succumb to exhaustion.
Hestia stepped forward first, her red wavy hair cascading over her shoulders like a fiery waterfall, framing a face that could easily pass for Hollywood star Scarlett Johansson in her iconic Black Widow role—sharp features, full lips, and a curvaceous, athletic body that turned heads and stirred cocks with its perfect blend of strength and sensuality.
"It's our turn now, Allen. I hope your dick can still stand up and satisfy us properly," she said cheerfully, her voice laced with playful challenge, her green eyes sparkling with anticipation as she eyed his semi-hard shaft, already twitching back to life at the sight of her.
Arthemis, not one to waste words or time, launched herself at Allen like a silver-haired predator, her lithe yet voluptuous frame colliding with his chest. He caught her mid-air, his strong arms wrapping around her waist to steady her, feeling the weight of her D-cup breasts— the largest among all her sisters, rivaling even Raviel's impressive rack—press firmly against him, her nipples hard peaks scraping through the thin fabric that barely contained them.
Her silver hair shimmered under the dim room lights, wild and untamed, matching her aggressive spirit. "I want to go first—it's okay, right?" she demanded breathlessly, her hands already fumbling at his pants, freeing his cock completely as she ground her hips against it.
Allen nodded, his fingers threading through her silky silver locks, stroking them gently even as his pulse raced. Without another word, Arthemis impaled herself on his thickening dick, sinking down with a fierce determination that bordered on feral. She rode him like there was no tomorrow, her hips slamming down in a frenzied rhythm, her tight pussy gripping him like a vice as she forced every inch inside, ignoring the initial burn of her virgin walls stretching around his girth.
"Yess... it hurts, ahh..." Arthemis gasped, but the pain only fueled her, her eyes glazing over with raw lust as she thrust herself deeper, her ass cheeks slapping against his thighs with each descent, her inner muscles clenching to pull him fully into her heat.
"Allen, now you're mine. I'll ride you until I die, hehe," she growled, her voice husky and animalistic, her body moving like a beast in the peak of mating season—sweat-slicked skin, heaving breasts bouncing wildly, and a feral grin splitting her face as she chased her pleasure without mercy.
Plop... plop...
"Yes... I'm going to cum, ahhh..." Arthemis's orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt, her pussy convulsing hard around Allen's cock, massaging it with rhythmic squeezes that milked him relentlessly, her juices squirting out to coat his balls and drip down his shaft.
The intense stimulation transformed Allen into a wild animal himself; he gripped her petite waist, lifting her slight body effortlessly and flipping their positions so he could fuck her pussy from below with brutal force, his hips pistoning upward to bury himself balls-deep over and over.
"Ohh yes, Allen, yes—like that... move faster,!" Arthemis urged, her nails raking down his back, leaving red trails as she arched into each thrust, her silver hair whipping around her face.
It wasn't long before they synced perfectly, their bodies slamming together in a symphony of flesh and moans. Allen and Arthemis came together in a explosive rush, his cock throbbing as he pumped thick streams of cum straight into her womb, filling her until it overflowed, while she screamed her release, her walls fluttering wildly around him.
"Yes... make me cum, Allen—fulfill me completely!" Arthemis begged, grinding down to savor every last spurt, her body shuddering in aftershocks.
Not satisfied with just one round, Allen turned his attention to Hestia, who had been watching with hooded eyes, her own arousal evident in the way her thighs rubbed together and her pussy glistened with wetness. He pulled her close, positioning her on top of Arthemis in a steamy sandwich, their bodies stacking like eager lovers.
Hestia's sexy form—curves honed like a spy in action, her red hair tousled and wild—pressed against Arthemis's back, and it was clear from the slick trail down her inner thighs that she craved Allen's big dick buried in her pussy.
Without delay, Allen aligned his still-hard cock with Hestia's dripping entrance and thrust upward, spearing into her tight heat in one powerful motion. She screamed loudly, the sound echoing off the walls as her virgin pussy stretched around him, the initial pain sharp but quickly overshadowed by the fullness.
Arthemis, sensing her sister's distress, twisted slightly to capture Hestia's lips in a deep, distracting kiss, their tongues dancing hungrily to muffle the cries and ease the discomfort. It worked like a charm; Hestia's tension melted away, replaced by waves of pleasure as she began to rock her hips, savoring each thrust that hammered into her core, her pussy squeezing Allen's cock with desperate tightness.
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Meanwhile, outside the room, Jasmine lingered in the hallway, quietly peeking inside while her hand absentmindedly played between her thighs. Where she is now using her hands to rub her wet pussy.
The reason she was even there was simple—she couldn't sleep. Her thoughts kept spiraling, especially around Allen's words from earlier, refusing to let her mind rest.
Earlier, when she had gone out for a walk to get some fresh air, she'd accidentally passed by Allen's room. That was when she heard it—the soft moans of the women inside. Curiosity got the better of her, and without really thinking, she tried to peek in.
"Damn it… they're making me wet," Jasmine muttered under her breath as she watched, her eyes fixed on the scene inside—seeing Hestia being taken roughly by Allen.
Suddenly, a voice whispered from behind her.
"Jasmine… what are you doing? Are you peeking~?"
Before Amber could finish her sentence, Jasmine quickly turned and covered her mouth. "Shhh, don't talk so loud," Jasmine whispered urgently.
That only made Amber more irritated—especially since Jasmine's hand, the one she'd just used to touch herself, was now covering her mouth. Amber had already figured out what Jasmine was doing. She had clearly seen her earlier, peeking through the crack in the door while touching herself, and she'd come over intending to startle her.
Now, instead, Amber struggled against her grip. "Shit—let go, Jasmine. Your hand is dirty," Amber protested, her voice muffled behind Jasmine's palm.
Hearing that protest, Jasmine whispered back, "Okay—but you have to promise not to talk too loud."
Amber hesitated for half a second, then nodded quickly.
Only then did Jasmine pull her hand away.
The moment she was free, Amber shot her an annoyed look and rubbed her mouth. "Seriously," she muttered. Then, without missing a beat, she nudged Jasmine aside with her shoulder. "Move over. I wanna see too."
Jasmine blinked. "Hah?"
Amber leaned closer to the door, peering through the same narrow gap. "Don't look at me like that," she whispered. "I'm not a hypocrite." She paused, then added honestly, "I've been hearing those sounds from the hallway ever since I went to the kitchen to grab a drink. Anyone would get curious."
Jasmine let out a quiet, breathy laugh, half nervous, half relieved that she wasn't alone anymore. The two of them stood there side by side now, pressed close to the door, sharing the same dangerous curiosity—.
"Oh my God," Amber gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth as she caught sight of Allen's thick cock plunging deep into Hestia's tight ass—her own best friend's round cheeks bouncing with every brutal thrust.
And that wasn't even the half of it. Her eyes widened further at the other girls sprawled out unconscious on the floor, their bodies limp and spent, thick ropes of cum oozing from their stretched pussies and asses, dripping down their thighs in sticky trails.
The raw, filthy display hit Amber like a freight train, her own pussy clenching and flooding with heat in an instant, soaking her panties until she could feel the wetness trickling down her inner thighs.
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Inside the room.
The trio devolved into pure, uninhibited wildness, Allen dictating the pace as he shifted them through a barrage of positions—doggy style with Hestia bent over Arthemis's back, reverse cowgirl where Arthemis bounced while Hestia licked at their joined bodies, missionary with both women side by side so he could alternate pounding their pussies. He bent their flexible forms into every contortion he desired, hands gripping asses, pulling hair, and slapping skin to heighten the frenzy. Moans filled the air, bodies slick with sweat and cum, pussies and asses taking turns clenching around his relentless shaft as orgasms ripped through them one after another.
Arthemis's aggressive nature shone through as she demanded harder slaps on her ass, her D-cup tits jiggling with each impact, while Hestia's sultry moans—reminiscent of a seductress on screen—begged for deeper penetration, her red hair fanned out like a halo of fire. Allen obliged, fucking them raw, his cock swelling with each load he unleashed, painting their insides white until they leaked profusely.
After three grueling hours of this intense, boundary-pushing activity—thrusts that echoed like thunder, climaxes that left them trembling and soaked—the girls finally collapsed in a heap of limp, satisfied limbs, their energies utterly spent from the marathon of ecstasy.
At that moment, all the women in the room were already a mess, their pussies and assholes dripping with their juices, especially their assholes, thick streams of love juice and sperm continued to drip steadily, pooling on the sheets as sticky evidence of that night's debauchery.