61 Vol 1. pt. 61 Patch 10.0: The King, the Rod and the Harem (2/2)

Instead, when he smacks his tool down against her again, he feels her roll her hips back into him in a wanting motion.

That feral sensation stirs within him.

This pose – having her on her hands and knees, feeling his length against her rear as she rolls back against it, and seeing that flustered expression on her face that looks like she wants to yell at him but is also enjoying this too much to do so – it brings out the feral side within him.

Taking her panties off the normal way would be a pain, so instead, he just rips them enough to reveal her lower lips.

They are already glistening from her own arousal. When he looks at her pink lips, he feels as if they are trying to tempt his length to enter them – they are inviting him.

With one hand gripping the base of his cock and the other holding onto her ass, he teases her lips by sliding the crown of his cock between them.

Cum left on his cock from his first orgasm gets mixed in with her own arousal, and every single stroke of his tool between her lower lips causes her to arch her back and cutely moan.

”Just d-do it already, you bastard,” Cassiel whines.

Her eyes widen when she feels his member not just slide between her lips but begin to push through them. Gripping the bedsheets, her hands form fists as she crumples the sheets up within her palms.

Inch by inch, his cock slides into her.

Cassiel cries out once she feels his tip reach her depths, ”Fu—”

Serra loops her arms back around Cassiel's neck to bring her face down to meet her own, pressing their lips together once more.

Being penetrated in such an embarrassing position, and then having Serra pull her down for more kissing, is enough to prove that Fenrir isn't the only one around here who doesn't require much work.

Cassiel's entire body convulses above Serra's as she lewdly moans against Serra's lips.

Serra teases the tip of Cassiel's tongue with her own, allowing her tongue to teasingly venture into Cassiel's mouth, but she pulls it back when Fenrir starts thrusting.

Fenrir has never felt pleasure as stimulating as this before. Her hot and wet inner walls tightly conform around his cock, gripping onto it and refusing to let go. He feels like her body is trying to milk his tool for all that it has to offer, and given how incredible it feels just being inside of her and barely moving, he doubts that it will take long.

Each of his hands now holds onto her as he speeds up the movement of his hips.

Every thrust forward bounces her body above Serra's.

With breasts as large as Cassiel's are, even if he's taking her from behind, he can see them bouncing and swaying every time his hips crash into her rear.

Serra squeezes her thighs together as she watches and listens to the two's mating.

Every grunt and groan she hears from Fenrir makes her want to moan out as well.

She takes her hands away from Cassiel once the thrusting begins making kissing too difficult. This allows Cassiel to freely moan and cry out in pleasure, and lets Serra use her hands for something else.

One hand plays with Cassiel's bouncing breasts while her other hand slips down Cassiel's body until it reaches where Fenrir is penetrating.

Serra rubs around Cassiel's slit until she finds her clit. Cassiel looks down at Serra when its found, knowing what Serra's intentions are but not being ready for them.

Cassiel's sensitive clit is teasingly rubbed and rolled between Serra's fingers as Fenrir continues pounding into her.

”Haa… haa… a-ah! P-please, don't – don't stop, ahh!” Cassiel moans out just before a second orgasm hits her. Wave after wave of pleasure courses throughout her being. Her mind temporarily goes blank, allowing herself to fully give in to the pleasure and allow her body to ride it out however it wishes to.

She doesn't even realize that she's arching her back and pressing downward so much that she's shoved her breasts right into Serra's face.

Fenrir can't resist cumming again when he sees the result of his efforts. It helps that her climax causes her walls to grip onto his rod even more tightly than they already were.

If her body wants to milk his cock of its cum, that's what it's going to get.

Plunging his tool as deep into her as it can go, Fenrir moans out Cassiel's name as thick ropes of his cum splash into her depths. Cassiel's own pleasure is only increased when she feels his hot seed filling her depths.

Cassiel doesn't want to do anything nor think. She just wants to collapse and rest now.

She gets her wish when Fenrir pulls out from her and when Serra slides out from underneath her.

With his cum slowly dribbling out from her core, Cassiel falls onto the bed beneath her and buries her face into the nearest pillow that she can reach.

She does not say nor do anything. All that is visible of her head, aside from her hair, are her reddened ears.

Serra gives one of the ears a quick nip which causes Cassiel to adjust the pillow to completely hide her head in it.

”Sex… is awesome,” Fenrir says, still on his knees on the bed and panting.

His head is tilted back, his eyes staring up at the ceiling.

Something new that is warm and wet is touching his limpening tool.

He looks down and sees Serra running her tongue along his length from its base to its tip, lapping up any leftover cum and wetness from Cassiel.

His tool throbs and ”smacks” her as she cleans him off with her tongue.

She looks up at him with a devious smile.

”My turn,” Serra says. She may be acting confident, but he can tell just how nervous she is from her quivering eyes and blushing expression.

Serra lies back on the bed now that she's gotten him hard again. Now that he's focusing his attention solely on her, she finds the situation incredibly more embarrassing than it was just a couple of minutes ago.

She raises her hands up to cover her breasts from his vision and has to force herself to continue looking his way.

Fenrir leans down over her and places a single kiss on top of her panties. He can already see her own excitement showing through them.

Then he kisses her crotch. Her hips are next, then around her navel, on her ribs, and he finally reaches her chest. Gently, he pulls her hands away and pins them down to her sides to reveal her petite breasts. She looks almost completely flat when lying down on her back like this. Yet, with how carefully he's looking at them, he can still see their rounded shapes sticking up from her chest.

Fenrir places a single kiss on her left breast and then one on her right breast. Then he kisses her right nipple followed by a kiss on her left one.

”I know they're not as good as—” Serra starts talking but gets interrupted.

”Don't say that, Serra. They're just as perfect as the rest of you is,” Fenrir says, leaning farther up now to place a kiss above her breasts, then on her shoulder, her neck, chin, and finally on her lips.

”C-can you call me that nickname?” she asks.

Fenrir uses his own head to nudge hers so that it's on its side, giving him easier access to her ear. ”Serra Berra,” he whispers against her ear.

They both start giggling from just how non-sexy that nickname is.

Yet, as cutesy as the name may be, it relaxes her.

She slips her panties off for him. She doesn't want them getting ruined like what he did to Cassiel's.

”I want to look at your face while you do it,” Serra says.

Whatever embarrassment and flusterment she felt a moment ago is now felt by Fenrir.

He blushes and averts his eyes.

As much as he wants to refuse, he can't.

”Al-alright,” he agrees.

Serra smiles and kisses his cheek.

When Fenrir starts positioning himself between her legs, he presses his tool down against her so that he can see just how deep inside of her he's going to reach. Serra is hardly five feet tall, and Fenrir is halfway to being seven feet tall.

The tip of his length reaches up to her navel with ease.

It's a good thing she has pain disabled.

”Are you ready?” he asks her, pulling his length back so that the tip is aimed directly against her entrance.

”I love you, Ryouta,” Serra answers.

He takes that as a yes.

Fenrir slides his length into her.

Serra initially clutches the sheets around her but ends up wrapping her arms around his neck just as she was doing with Cassiel. She wants to touch him; she wants to feel him. She wants to look him right in the eyes as he makes love to her, and she wants him to see the abundance of love that she has for him.

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”I love you too, Serra,” Fenrir says, pressing his lips down against hers as he penetrates her depths.

Out of curiosity, he looks down at her stomach and can see a bulge caused by his cock within her.

As painful as such a thing would be in reality, in-game, it just excites him even more.

Serra grabs him by his chin to bring his eyes back to hers, letting their lips reengage in soft kisses as he begins moving his hips back and forth.

Even knowing that she has pain disabled, he's still tempted to ask her if it hurts and if she needs him to slow down.

But, going by the smile on her face and the erotic glaze to her eyes, he figures it's alright to get rougher.

Fenrir starts bucking his hips downward against her with more force every thrust.

”Ryo-Ryouta,” Serra moans against his lips. ”I love you, I l-love you,” she repeats. Every iteration of her expressed love sounds more erotic than the last, lewd moans and gasps interrupting her words until it becomes too difficult for her to speak.

He wants to prove to her that he loves her back every bit as much as she loves him.

With one hand cradling the back of her head, his other hand holds her by her back to brace her for the increased pace of his thrusts.

Serra tightly wraps her legs around his waist. She knows he isn't going to pull out or go anywhere, but she just wants to be as close as she possibly can be to him. She pulls his entire body closer down to hers. His much larger form is both comforting and arousing to her, and the more of her body that she feels in contact with his own, the greater her pleasure is.

Being just as virgin as Fenrir and Cassiel were, it takes little for Serra to actually climax in this game where pain isn't a concern. The worst she feels is a bit of numbing inside of her, but the pleasure she feels is far greater.

Serra looks directly into his eyes as she orgasms.

Seeing this perfect, cute girl underneath him lovingly staring into his eyes as pleasure overtakes her body brings Fenrir to his third orgasm of the session.

They cum together.

With their bodies tightly yet gently held against one another, Fenrir continues thrusting through his orgasm to pump every last ounce of his cum into her. Her eyes start rolling back from the sheer amount of pleasure she's experiencing. She doesn't even realize that she's scraping her nails down against his back as he fills her core with his seed.

”I love you… Ryouta,” Serra whimpers, struggling to find the strength post-orgasm to kiss him. ”Kiss me,” she whines.

”Anything for you,” Fenrir says, leaning his head down and kissing her forehead first which makes her pout, but then she gets what she wants when he places a soft kiss on her lips.

Fenrir pulls out of her and rolls over onto his back between the two girls.

Serra immediately rolls onto her side to cuddle with his left arm while Cassiel sneakily scoots closer to press against his right arm.

That isn't enough for him.

Full of confidence thanks to having made each of his girlfriends climax, he reaches an arm around Cassiel and pulls her closer so that she's leaning up onto his chest. Then he does the same with Serra.

Both of their heads are resting on his hot, sweaty chest now.

For just a little bit, until they're all recovered from everything that just happened, he wants to rest here with them.

His hands stroke up and down the sides of the girls. Cassiel squirms and quietly squeaks whenever his fingers stroke over one particularly sensitive spot, and Serra arches her back when the same happens to her.

”Hey, Saya,” Fenrir thinks.

”Wh-wh-what is it, Onii-chan?” Saya replies.

”How many respawn counters do I have now?”

”Y-you got one…”

”You sound pretty flustered. Enjoy the show?” he teases her.

”Shut up!”

Saya goes silent.

Fenrir looks down at his girls. A kiss is placed on each of their heads before he rests his head against one of the bed's overly-fluffy pillows.

”I could get used to this.”