Chapter 34: Grimoire Orgasmic: Chapter 2 - Breakfast in Bed
Erza sat on the end of the bed, buck naked and deadpan. A single scarlet eyebrow was elegantly arched, and her arms were crossed beneath a substantial bosom, lifting up the swordsman's plump and beautiful breasts. Creamy flesh was colored by a flush that lingered from their recent exertions, and a faint sweat was still glistening on her brow. A bare, meaty ass shifted on the blankets, drawing Ken's attention as he concluded his explanation of the magic tome that had come into his possession. Her long, smooth, toned and shapely legs crossed and uncrossed, giving Ken a glimpse as well of Erza's pubic mound, and also of a slit that was still glistening from the vestiges of a heady arousal.
"So, let me get this straight…" the redhead said slowly, nodding to herself. "…you've come into the possession of an enchanted book with absolute reality altering powers, a godly magic item of inestimable age and potency, the kind over which entire wars would be fought. And you just obtained it from a random shop in the middle of nowhere?"
Ken shrugged, his eyes still glued to Erza's naked body, seemingly willing to rest anywhere except above her neck. He couldn't be blamed for ogling the redhead, of course, and Erza wouldn't dream of holding it against him. Though she might hold certain OTHER things against him if he would like that…
"Basically, yeah…" he said, smiling a little. "I guess I was just lucky to find it."
"I guess," Erza murmured. "And this book… this nearly omnipotent, reality warping magic item… only cost twenty jewels?"
"The shopkeeper obviously didn't know what he had on his hands," Ken said, waving it off. "Like I said, I must have just gotten lucky that no one else recognized what it was before I discovered it."
"Clearly…" Erza said flatly. She shook her head, still mildly incredulous. But she knew that the book was genuine. She trusted Ken to know what he was talking about, and she was on some level aware of the ways in which he had used it on her. She was not perturbed or offended by this use, because of the effects of the tome—or maybe even because she was just fond of Ken from the start—but she was aware of it. "…But what are you going to do with it, then? I mean… aside from what you've already done."
Ken cocked an eyebrow.
"I'm surprised the ever responsible Erza isn't telling me to destroy this book or seal it away or turn it in to a proper, trustworthy authority. Are you sure you're really Erza Scarlet and not some doppelganger sent to replace her?"
Erza shook her head.
"Unfortunately not. I am every bit the Erza you know, Ken. It's just…" She sighed, looking down at the floor. There was a reluctantly accepting, what-can-you-do air to her as she continued. "Well, I doubt a magic item that old and powerful would be something you could simply destroy, and given the nature of its power and the fact that you've already demonstrated both the willingness and the ability to use it, for all I know, you could have already written that it's impossible for anyone to take the book away from you. And besides… when it comes to an item this powerful, even I'm willing to admit that there isn't such a thing as a TRUSTWORTHY authority." She ran a hand through her hair, looking and sounding very much like she was admitting defeat. "So… again, Ken. What do you plan to use that book for?"
He shrugged.
"Okay, I'll be honest. I was thinking of building myself a harem."
A beat.
"…And?"
"I dunno. I just really want a harem."
Ken stared at Erza, his expression simple and guileless, smiling almost innocently. It was not a feigned façade of innocence, but a real absence of any ulterior motive. He had forthrightly stated his desire, leaving out nothing.
Erza stared at Ken, finding it difficult to believe that this could REALLY be all.
"There isn't ANYTHING else?" she asked incredulously. "You won't try to install yourself as the ruler of the world? You don't have any desire for limitless worldly power and wealth? You have a magic item that can completely rewrite reality. This is a power from the domain of gods. And you just… want to get yourself a harem?"
"I mean, it might be a pretty BIG harem," Ken said, trying not to sound modest. "Isn't that ambitious enough? And do you really think so little of me that you can't believe I wouldn't want world domination or absolute wealth and power?"
"You're selfish enough to want a harem."
Ken laughed.
"I didn't say I wasn't selfish! But I don't see the point of thinking so big. I don't want to be fussed with ruling the world, and I have enough money to get buy. And what's the point of having more money if I can use this book to get everything I need?"
"I… guess that makes sense," Erza conceded. "Still… really? Just a harem? That's it?"
She almost sounded a little disappointed. Had she been HOPING that he'd announce his plans for world domination or something?
Ken shrugged.
"All I want is to live a nice, quiet life and relax with a bunch of beautiful women. We'll have loads of sex, of course. Lots and lots and LOTS of sex. Like, a simply obscene amount of sex. I'll own their asses, and they'll worship my cock. It won't be chaste or innocent or anything, obviously. But it won't be any bigger than that. I just want a harem of sexy babes I can fool around with whenever."
Erza relented. Somehow deep down, she could tell that Ken was telling the truth. Not that this was exactly an innocuous ambition, but compared to what she had been fearing… No, of course, Ken wasn't the kind of guy who wanted to rule the world. He just wanted a simple, quiet life, like he said. At least as simple and quiet as you could get when talking about a harem of sexy babes…
She smiled. It was stupid, really, and indefensibly perverted, but…
Erza nodded to herself. Yes, honestly, as she thought about this more, it really did seem perfectly fine, didn't it? Maybe even more than fine, if she was going to be perfectly frank. A harem was just a little thing, honestly. A trivial desire, really. Perfectly understandable. Perfectly excusable.
Admittedly, maybe the only reason Erza was so okay with this so soon was because of what Ken had written in the tome after they'd finished having sex.
'Erza has no problem with fulfilling any and all of my desires. As long as something makes me happy, she thinks it is good.'
Ken smiled to himself, tracing his finger over this line in the tome while he watched Erza nod to herself, finishing her satisfied rumination. He felt his dick twitch, watching her body subtly shift and quiver as she adjusted her position, slightly moving where she sat. It really wasn't fair how sexy she was. It wasn't fair… yet she was already basically all his. His smile widened, and his dick stiffened further.
Erza hummed and looked at Ken sidelong, considering him thoughtfully.
"Yes… I see. A harem… That does sound a little interesting, somehow. It might be… fun, I suppose." She blushed a little, saying this, but otherwise maintained her composure. Her lips quirked slightly. "Did you have anyone specific in mind for it?"
"Oh, a few different people," Ken said mildly. He smirked, looking her up and down. He never got sick of staring at that perfect, sexy body. "Some obvious names, and maybe some less obvious ones…"
Erza bit her lip.
"Would that include…?" She looked away, hesitating momentarily. "I mean, would I be…?"
"Oh, I thought that was a given. Yes, I want to have you in my harem, Erza. Obviously."
Her heart skipped a beat, and she smiled irrepressibly.
"Ah… I see." She looked away. "Well, I suppose I can deign to be in it. If it's for you."
There was a moment's silence, Ken continuing to appreciate Erza's body, Erza blushing very slightly and sitting there as Ken blatantly ogled her.
"I'm glad to hear it," Ken said, as if he had even remotely expected to hear a different answer. "I'm happy to have you."
"You don't say." Erza hummed again. "So, were you going to go and start adding those other girls to your harem, or…?"
"No, no, not yet. I want to experiment a little first."
Erza cocked an eyebrow.
"Experiment…?"
Ken smiled and began writing in the book.
"Oh, don't worry. You'll see…❤"
Erza watched and waited, seeing no reason to try and stop him.
… … … … …
Ken woke up the next morning with a smile on his face and the tome lying on his bedside table. He could still remember the passages he had written in it last night, and he smiled as he smelled a fragrant aroma coming from the kitchen, and he could hear Erza humming as she worked. His morning wood ached, pitching a tent in his blankets, and he sat up slowly in bed, stretching and letting out a yawn.
'Erza Scarlet is a fantastic cook.'
His bedroom door opened, and the voice of the beautiful swordsman came to Ken's ear. He smiled, seeing Erza walk into the room with a tray atop which was a plate laden with fresh pancakes and piping hot sausage. The food looked good, but she looked even better, and his eyes were focused more on the seduction armor, raking down Erza's body. What she wore was little more than glorified naked apron, and Ken liked this very much.
"Here you go," said Erza sweetly, smiling at Ken as she brought the tray up to him. She leaned over to lay the tray on his lap, taking care not to discomfit his erection. It didn't escape her attention how he stared down the front of her outfit, drinking in the cleavage she exposed, nor did she miss how his eyes wandered down her back after a moment more, drifting to her uplifted posterior. "Breakfast in bed." Coyly, looking at the tent pitched by his morning wood, she added: "I'm glad to see that you're up."
"Yeah," said Ken, staring intently at Erza's ass. His dick twitched, aching more as he remembered reaming that rump the night before. He licked his lips. "It looks good enough to eat."
Erza giggled and struck just a hint of a pose, flaunting her figure and accentuating her curves.
"Oh? Well, I hope you like it." She winked. "Fufu… but maybe you want some syrup to go with your pancakes?❤"
"Why, yes. That sounds perfect. Thank you."
Ken smiled wider, remembering another passage he had written. ""
'Erza does not defecate. Instead, her anus secretes maple syrup. It is perfectly clean.'
Erza's smile turned decidedly cheeky as she slipped the apron over her head and slid down the lacy pink panties that were the only thing covering her nethers. Her creamy flesh was bared to Ken for far from the first time, and he leered ravenously at her body, hungering more for Erza's big, meaty ass than for anything that was on his plate.
There was little he had needed to write in the tome as far as altering Erza's body. Her figure and fitness were already effectively flawless, and far be it from him to suggest that she was anything less than a perfect sex object already. But he had done a few tweaks, making her even better suited to her new life as his simpering anal slave. She had already been perfect for the role. He had simply made her even MORE perfect.
Erza's body now existed solely for sex. She had no gag reflex. She lactated at will. And most importantly, her asshole had no function except for his pleasure. The changes he made were retroactive, and as Erza climbed up onto the bed and turned around, squatting over his plate and showing him her ass, spreading her pillowy cheeks wide apart to expose the bud of her anus, he could see how clean was the bud of her anus, a pristine whitish pink. He could have even eaten out of it.
He grinned and leaned forward, watching closely, leering with relish as Erza gave her hips a playful wiggle before clenching and squeezing and beginning to secrete. A golden bead welled up from her puckering sphincter, and it dripped down slowly, slowly, slowly, growing into a rivulet, a strand, a flow of syrup from her perfect little asshole. It shone in the morning light, and it glisteningly spread over the pancakes, Erza softly moaning as she drizzled her master's breakfast.
It looked delicious. It smelled delicious. It WAS delicious. Ken's cock throbbed, and his stomach growled, and he looked at Erza with a fierce pleasure as she reached back, once she had finished slathering his pancakes, and stuck a finger between her cheeks, wiping up the syrup with a smirk. He watched her stick the finger up her asshole, daubing up the syrup and conveniently spreading her anus for his titillation, looking at him over her shoulder and giving him a saucy, seductive wink before bringing her finger to her mouth and licking it slowly, sultrily. She slurped, and she stuck it in her mouth and sucked, softly blushing, quietly moaning.
When she popped her finger back out, it was glistening with her saliva but also obviously, perfectly clean. She smacked her lips, looking from Ken to her finger and back again, and she winked again and gave her ass an emphatic swat, rubbing her buttock to lift and roll it pleasingly before Ken's eyes. Her position was obscene, and her stare was audacious, and her body was supremely voluptuous.
"Mmmmm…❤" Erza moaned, low and husky and provocative. "Sooo yummy❤"
Ken's cock throbbed, and he got started quick on his breakfast. He could tell that Erza was plainly enticing him, and he wanted to give the redhead everything she was asking for.
He ravenously grinned as he dug in.
He couldn't wait.
… … … … …
It was indescribably sweet. It felt sublime as he pumped in and out, his belly full and his balls aching. Skin slapped against skin, milky buttocks quivering and reddening with each smack-smack-smack of his bucking pelvis against her hindquarters, and the syrup lingering in her asshole squelched messily around his cock. It was a funky sensation, in some ways uncomfortable, in other ways pleasurable. The syrup had plugged up his meatus thrice so far, and thrice he'd needed to turn Erza around and give her the breakfast of sausage she so obviously craved, stuffing his cock into her mouth and making her lick and suck him until he was clean. Now there was only a little syrup left, and most of it was slicked and wiped away by his spit-shined erection.
Ken grunted, his fingers digging into Erza's hips, his body twisting and flexing, glistening with sweat and lustily heaving as he thrust himself again and again in and out of Erza's blissfully spasming asshole, sodomizing the swordsman without a moment's hesitation, going whole hog on the redhead's meaty rump. Clapping cheeks smote his pulsing erection, and a writhing body rubbed against him, skin sliding over skin, heat building with the friction of their intercourse. He fucked Erza's ass, drilling deeper and deeper into her slutty seat, reaming her with all the furor of long-fermented familiarity. Her asshole clenched and garroted his plunging phallus, and her crimson head lurched to and fro as she tossed it in the ecstasy of their joining. Ken loved this, and he fucked Erza harder still as he reveled in their position, in the absolute power he held over her.
It was finally sinking in that that tome was the real deal. It was the genuine article, and with it, he could do ANYTHING he wanted. He almost was tempted to do as Erza had feared, but wealth and status and world domination held no attraction to him. Not when compared to THIS. No, all he wanted was a harem. A humble desire, really. A modest dream. But that harem would be his absolute domain, and within the confines of the seraglio he picked out, he would be as a god. Even as he had remade Erza, he could do with any other girl he chose to have, and even as he now fucked Erza, he could fuck any girl he chose to take. It was all up to him. He had all the power, and nobody could force him to use it otherwise.
Ken smacked Erza's ass, spanking her as his thrusting quickened, and he leaned forward, breathing hotly on the back of her neck, inhaling the scent of her silken tresses. He smote her backside again, feeling Erza tense up giddily, feeling her smitten cheek thump his pelvis. He was lodged deep inside her, and he was fucking her as hard as he could, fucking her until his loins were aching and his cock was sore. He was rapacious, relentless, and reckless. But she was all his, and he couldn't hold himself back. How could he possibly have done so, when he finally had what he had yearned for all this time? Erza was so sexy, so gorgeous, and it had been painful to be as close with her as he had while also not being able to…
A shiver ran through Ken as his pistoning movements pushed him closer to the edge. He had been a good friend to Erza. Not a very close friend, maybe, and not as trusted or respected as some others in their guild, but he had been a friend. Of course, he had wanted to be more. He had always wanted more. And it wasn't like he'd been timid. He had approached her and asked when the time seemed right, when it had looked like it might be his best chance, when it had seemed like she was hinting her interest. She hadn't said no, but she hadn't been interested. Not then. She'd left the possibility open for the future, maybe, but it had been too ambiguous to hold out hope for, too uncertain to count on.
There were no ill feelings between them. They had continued to get along well after that soft rejection, and they were still friends. But those desires didn't magically go away, and when he found himself in possession of this tome, well… Ken was many things, but strong-willed wasn't one of them. He was single-minded, perverse, and not a little lecherous. He had his good qualities, of course! Erza wouldn't have been friends with him if he was nothing but an obsessive, horny butt lover. But the temptation presented by the tome had been too much for him to resist. He had used it, and he was still using it, and he would keep using it for as long as he saw fit. Getting to fuck Erza as he had always fantasized, getting to have her all to himself, getting to use her as his personal cum dumpster… it was sublime.
Ken shivered, his back arching, and he came, shooting his semen into Erza's asshole. His cock quivered, his balls tightening, shot after shot of his seed spurting out. He moaned, and Erza sighed, and his thrusting slowed. He loosened his hold on the redhead, and he reclined, leaning back from her, sitting back down on the bed. His cock popped out of Erza's ass, sloppy with a mix of cum and spit and syrup, and a bead of overflowing semen dripped from Erza's distended anus.
He smiled, watching her asshole clench and wink, seeing her buttocks flex, and he reclined at the head of the bed, feeling nearly content. Nearly.
But Erza wasn't done, and she turned to him with a hungry smile, a needy look, eyeing his semi-flaccid phallus. Before he could say a word, she bowed her head and swallowed his cock, bobbing and slurping as she proceeded to greedily lick him clean.
The tray was on the bedside table, plates sticky with what was left of the syrup. He had enjoyed a hearty, delicious breakfast, and now Erza was taking her turn to have HER breakfast. And she smiled as she bobbed her head, gulping and moaning and slobbering on his prick, polishing him up and working him back to full mast.
Ken placed a hand on Erza's head, stroking her hair. He basked in the sensations of her lips dragging over his length, of her tongue flitting this way and that across his cock. She teased his slit, and she traced his veins, and she smacked her lips around the pulsing base of his cock, burying her nose in his pubic hair.
"You still want to keep going, huh?"
Erza smiled around his girth, and she nodded, dragging her mouth up and down his rod. He shivered and petted her head a little more, losing himself in the feel of her lips. Enthusiasm dripped from every motion, and her lustful, half-lidded eyes peered meaningfully up at him. He could feel the redhead's persisting desire, her lingering longing, and he grinned.
She popped her mouth off his and licked her lips clean, then scooted forward into his lap. He was rock-hard, standing rigidly erect, and she looked indescribably happy to observe this.
"Yes, Master❤" Erza purred. All pretense of normalcy had been abandoned. They were plunging headlong into perversion, the redhead embracing the harem just as he had written. "I want to keep going… I want to make you happy, and you're still so hard❤ You still want more, don't you?"
"I won't lie. I do."
Erza smiled wider, and she hoisted her hips up high over Ken's cock. She spread her buttocks, facing him, and angled her hindquarters down toward his erect cock.
This time, she was the one putting in the work, and she buried him in her ass, letting out a low moan.
Smooth, semi-transparent silk stockings clung to Erza's legs. Her thighs tensed and quivered as she pressed herself down on Ken's cock and raised herself back up, taking him into her asshole, riding him with a look of bliss. In and out went his meaty, throbbing length, stretching the walls of her anus, and Erza reveled in it, adoring the feeling.
"Oh, yessss❤" she moaned. "Oh, Ken… Ah, mmm… yes, it's going so deeeep!"
The redhead lewdly exclaimed these things as she rode Ken, enthusiastically grinding herself on his cock. Her buttocks clapped and quivered, and wide hips jerked up and down, the swordsman's voluptuous body bouncing in Ken's lap. She arched her back and rolled her eyes, sensuously twisting and turning as Ken's cock plunged in and out of her, driven partly by her rolling hips and partly by his own languid thrusting.
Erza's breasts bounced and jiggled in Ken's face. He stared at them hungrily, seeing how immense they were. Ken was an ass man all the way, but that didn't mean he disliked tits. To the contrary, he liked a good pair of melons only slightly less than he liked a nice ass, and Erza had a very, VERY good pair. He smiled, seeing her nipples stiff and slightly swollen, seeing the rosy flush in the skin of her heaving bosom. He loved to watch Erza's tits jouncing and quaking like this, and he licked his lips, smelling the sweetness of her body, feeling the snugness of her ass.
Impulsively, he reached up and grabbed hold of Erza's breasts, bucking his hips as she continued to twist and grind. His fingers dug into soft, yielding flesh, and he grunted, grabbing her tighter, holding her closer, pulling her breasts close to his mouth and working them with his fingers. Milk began to well up from Erza's nipples, and Ken smirked, remembering one of the other things he had written last night.
'Erza Scarlet lactates delicious, creamy milk.'
He licked up a bead of milk, savoring the taste, delighting in its richness and subtlest sweetness. Then he looked at Erza with an almost mischievous expression.
"Suck it…" Ken murmured, lifting one of Erza's breasts and pressing it into one of her hands. "Suck the milk out of your tits. I want you to see how good it tastes!"
Erza shivered, gripping her tit with a moan. Her digits furrowed the skin, and she shivered at the sensations that went through her as she fondled her breast. Distractedly, dazed and rapturous, Erza brought the nipple to her mouth. She passed her lips over her tit far more tentatively than she had passed them over Ken's dick, taking her nipple into her mouth with far more trepidation than she had taken Ken's cock, and she started to lick and suck.
Slowly at first, but soon faster, Erza sucked on her nipple, nursing at her own teat. There was something masturbatory about this, something fundamentally perverse, but it felt so right, and she smiled into her breast, seeing how Ken watched her, feeling with how much enthusiasm he slammed his cock into her. She was still grinding on him, but he was back to full force, and he pumped in and out of her with all the leverage he had, and all of his strength, fucking her faster and harder, delighted by the obscene, ridiculous sight of Erza drinking her own milk—drinking it straight from the source like a good, horny slut.
He was hard and throbbing and gleeful, but he wasn't the only one turned on by this. Erza was loving it too. If possible, she was loving it even more, and she wore a dreamy smile as Ken's cock spasmed inside her asshole, and she sucked harder still on her nipple when she felt his cum erupt, flooding her twitching anus with his seed. And Erza came too, pushed to orgasm by the feeling of Ken's eruption, driven insane by his spewing semen.
"Yes! Yes! YESSS!❤" she moaned into her tit, her voice partially muffled by her own pillowy flesh, her own milk spilling lewdly down her chin while dizzy eyes rolled in her sockets. "MmMmMMMM!❤❤❤"
Erza seized up in the grip of orgasm, then collapsed, slumping breathlessly off of Ken. The lids of glassy eyes drooped, and drunkenly, contentedly, the panting, soaking redhead smiled, letting go of her tit and drooling.
She thought dazedly of the other girls in Fairy Tail, and the other girls she knew. She wondered how many of them would get to share in this experience, to feel what she was feeling right now.
Personally, Erza hoped they ALL would…❤
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