Capítulo 21: A Pure Knight’s Natural Enemy – Chapter 20 [9.1k Words, NSFW]
Pop quiz! Tell me one thing almost every single JRPG in existence has that isn't combat, grinding, or terrible dialogue!
Ready? Come on, I'm waiting.
You sure you got it? There's only one chance to get this right, you know? Absolutely no cheating is allowed; this is an important way to gauge just how much attention you've been paying so far.
Okay, are you certain, absolutely, positively certain, that you got it? Let's check:
A cooking system.
What's that, you say? It's not every game that has those? Well, not every JRPG has combat, grinding, or terrible dialogue—I'm sorry, that last one is a lie. A kind lie, but a lie still.
Anyway, yes, while cooking systems are not an integral part of the genre, they are present enough that it's a wonder that Dungeon Meshi didn't come out sooner, seeing as most of the ingredients you're likely to use are monster drops—or, ideally, monster drops, because I'd rather not consider the implications when those ingredients are harvested from human encounters.
To be fair, it's not a farfetched addition to the genre—the cooking, I mean, not the implicit cannibalism. When the most memorable games tend to revolve around traveling and exploration, about finding lost ruins, fleeing from enemy countries, infiltrating the lands of the demon lord, and doing plenty of things that would get an isekaied loli to ask you if you have a visa, it is quite natural to ponder something that most people have often asked while on the most trivial of school field trips:
How much longer do I have to walk before I can grab a bite?
Because yes, as little as we proud gamers like to think about anything that detracts from our gaming time (a list that is often topped by academic pursuits), the trauma inflicted through long hours of strenuous exercise is often paired with memories of hunger, of carrying a lunchbox in your backpack that you'd have paid dearly for the chance to stealthily consume via a discreet menu command, especially if it had any of the healing or buffing properties that food always has in JRPGs.
So, it makes sense thematically, and it meshes quite well mechanically. Adventurers consuming food is just a natural part of their journey, and having that food be part of the game can be a great way to stealthily enrich the immersion of the experience, maybe even expanding the lore by adding some exotic or fantasy-like elements (such as the charmingly quirky whale meat in Tales of Phantasia) that entice the imagination about as much as a cooking manga about girls with exploding clothes and noodles cosplaying as consentacles.
Of course, there's an issue with that:
There's no mechanic for taste.
"Kazuma?" Darkness asks from the seat across from mine with a cute head tilt and an endearing note of concern in her voice that I would've readily believed if she hadn't been the one to order the thing in front of me.
"Yes, it's me, Kazuma. Unless they're asking for the bill, in which case I'm an unrelated, random orc who's coincidentally handsome enough that the misunderstanding is reasonable," I say, glad for the chance to look away from the things on my plate.
"Is something the matter?" she asks with confused blinking.
I look down at my dish.
Then up at her.
"These are snails," I inform her.
"Yes?" she says.
"Snails. The things that farmers are supposed to take out of food rather than use as food," I elaborate.
"What? Why would anyone eat grass?"
I open my mouth to tell the entitled aristocrat that it's not only grass that snails devour but regular crops, and then I remember that, in this world, regular crops migrate. And fly. And give lots of XP.
So I close my mouth in something that my tusks make sure won't look like a pout.
"It's just… snails," I say.
"Don't you like escargot?" she asks with a cute furrowing of pristine, white skin between golden eyebrows that—not the time. She's trying to make me eat bugs. Surely, this kind of affront merits me not acting like a lovestruck fool while in the middle of our date in a luxury restaurant that I, relying on my views on gender equality and the mildly affronting fact that I didn't know what most of the menu even was, have allowed her to take the lead in, and…
…
This has been a terrible mistake.
I've let the masochist choose our food. Surely, she'd have chosen either the most painfully spicy dish available or something so repulsive that I would be forced to punish her. Of course this is all part of her plot rather than a mere accident in which she's genuinely unaware that most people think that bugs are not something you put in your mouth unless you're planning on appearing on some very specific tags.
"I'll take that as a 'no,'" she says, rolling her eyes and turning toward the waiter with an elegantly raised hand.
"Wait, what are you doing?" I ask.
"Solving the issue?" she replies with apparent confusion.
"That's not how this is supposed to work. You're supposed to insist that I give them a try, and then I'll harrumph until I reluctantly do so to one of two possible outcomes, the first and most unlikely of them being that I find the dish delightful and I am too embarrassed to admit it, and the second that I find it as repulsive as paying for yet another bill for Megumin's excesses and this becomes the main argument of the night, escalating hostilities until I drag you to some secluded place so that you can be corrected—oh, hi, Mister Waiter. Lovely night we're having."
"I certainly hope so, sir. I wouldn't want you to argue with me and escalate hostilities," the silver-haired man with a napkin impeccably folded over his left forearm says.
I blink at him.
Darkness blushes.
And looks at me. Then at the butler-like, distinguished older gentleman. Then back at me.
Then blushes harder.
... I don't know whether to tip him or throw him out the window. For now, I'll resign myself to trying not to think about my own burning cheeks.
"My… companion," Darkness says, "would like to ask for another dish. How is the beef bourguignon?"
"Particularly agreeable, Lady Dustiness. I would dare to state that it won't argue with anybody tonight."
"… He'll have that, then," my scarlet girlfriend says.
"But of course. Sir? If I may take the dish of offending bugs away?"
"Do so, Sebastian," I say, dignifiedly tilting my chin at him.
"My name's Rupert, sir," he says, rather rudely, as Darkness buries her face in her hands.
"Of course, Sebastian," I say with all the wisdom of somebody who has momentarily forgotten that waiters are charged with making sure no bodily fluids end up in your food.
"Sebastian it is. I would rather not argue with you," he says before swiftly and dramatically turning away in a way that suggests either extensive training or a skill that Aqua shall never hear about because the last thing I need is for her to waste even more skill points on something like 'Flaring White Napkin.'
"… I am incredibly confused," I say to somebody trying not to make fujoshi noises.
"Confused?! No, Kazuma, you mustn't! That is forbidden love!"
"… You are currently fucking a ton of women. Well, maybe not a literal ton, but close enough—"
"I'm not fat!"
"Of course you aren't: you're meaty. You've got curves to rival Wiz's stacked on top of hard muscle that nevertheless yields readily to my tongue and fingers. You're pleasantly full in all the ways designed to entice a young man's libido, never mind an orcish scion. You, Darkness, are what we call thicc."
"… I think I should be offended," she says, leaning forward over her dish of bugs with her fingertips holding the side of her face.
"It means that when I grope your obscene meat, it overflows from between my fingers, instilling in me the impulse to keep trying and failing to contain all the lewd shapes that your body can be molded into—"
"Here's your beef bourguignon, sir. I trust the dish is meaty enough that you will try and fail to contain all that it has to offer."
I blink at the platter full of chunks of stew floating in red liquid, then I look suspiciously at the butler-like character standing by my side.
His lips, set in a severe, straight line, don't even twitch.
This is when I recognize that I am in the presence of a master.
"It is an abundant offering," I say.
"Certainly. Both robust and tender. I'm sure the juices will flow abundantly over your tongue," Sebastian says.
Darkness, for some mysterious reason, bends her head lower and whines.
"The taste may linger. Those juices seem quite thick," I say with a nod.
"I am sure that sir's insight on the matter is superior to my own. My only duty is to make sure that the dish is well-prepared and ready to be consumed," he says in a way that would make it all but impossible for someone to notice his eyes briefly darting to the noble lady opening and closing her mouth in screaming silence.
"Your services are most definitely appreciated," I say with a wise, magnanimous nod. "Thank you, Sebastian; I shall now proceed to delight in letting the dish further stew."
"I would warn you against overcooking, sir, but I'm afraid that I've been inexcusably late in saying so," he states with a solemn nod as Darkness' whine gets into a higher, almost inaudible pitch.
"No such thing, Sebastian. No such thing," I say with an amiable nod and cordial smile before waving him off like anime has told me nobles do, with my right hand hanging limply from my wrist and a few shakes back and forth of my fingers.
Sebastian, as prompt and courteous as ever, nods and yet again spends some amount of mana points on making his napkin do something pointlessly cool.
… Maybe I could ask him to share that skill?
"You're terrible," Darkness finally says with a voice that may be slightly rougher than it usually is whenever she hasn't been choking on my cock until her arms fall limp by her sides.
"You enjoy it," I say with a shrug that is magnified by my noble and proud orcish frame.
"I am not Vanir-chan," she says, finally meeting my eyes and looking at me with crimson cheeks, beaded sweat on her forehead, open lips, and—
I grab her chin, pull over the table, and kiss her as roughly as I can get away with in a public, expensive place.
She flails, then stops resisting, and then, after just a few seconds, presses back against me, her lips mashing against my own, her tongue coming out to search for mine, her hands on my cheeks—
"I did warn you about overcooking, sir," an educated voice says in passing.
I shoot him a thumbs-up and then proceed to take enough time with my girlfriend that, when she finally lets go, the beef bourguignon needs reheating.
See? This is yet another way in which this crappily programmed setting fails its original roots: food never spoils in the inventory.
***
Everything is on fire.
"Everything is on fire!" I say, just in case Chris or Bling are unaware of such a mildly interesting factoid.
"I know!" one of the two says. "I set everything on fire!"
"Ah! That's much more reassuring! Forgive me for not noticing your efforts to add mood lighting to our date!"
"Shut up and carry that—the x-shaped thing! The one with the fuzzy manacles!"
"I'm not carrying disgustingly tainted rape dungeon paraphernalia—"
"That one's new! It's still wrapped!"
"All right! Fine! I will take it! But only because I'm gonna be using it on you to make up for your terrible date planning!" I tell the mouthier Chris as I grab the x-shaped thing with fuzzy manacles which is, indeed, still half-wrapped in brown paper bearing a very cheerful logo of a masked, corset-wearing ojou-sama with hair drills and a riding crop that, for a terrible, awful moment, I can't help but see as Darkness Alter, the objectively most terrifying thing to pull out of my world's gacha other than Megumin Vanilla or Yunyun Alternatively Vanilla.
"Hurry!" the Chris with an earring—Bling. That's Bling. Okay, now to try and not to get them mixed up in the middle of the goddamn fire— "I don't know how all those magic items will react to being melted!"
I blink at Bling.
Then I take a moment to look back over my bare, sweaty shoulder at the hidden entrance leading to the room full of magic jewelry that we just ran away from and note with stoic calm that, indeed, the flames coming out of it have an abnormal variety of colors. Not to mention shapes.
As in, I can see a few animals made of fire clawing at one another as the flames hiss and the stone melts like fucking wax.
"Why the Hell did you do that?!" I say, turning around fast enough that my neck twinges only to find a sheepish Bling poking her forefingers together.
"They ruined our date?" she says as Chris, further ahead, pushes a torture rack into the pile of wooden, extreme BDSM paraphernalia centered around a toy horse that I wouldn't recognize as a threat if hentai hadn't taught me otherwise.
"Bling, you're pushing your responsibility for your own lack of foresight into completely unrelated, unaware third parties. I'm so proud of you right now."
"Shut up and get out of here before we learn if orc meat smells like pork," she says with a bashful blush that surely comes from her tsundere reaction to my praise rather than the blazing, magical inferno gaining on us through carefully arranged torture implements.
I nod as solemnly as the situation demands, grab the taimanin-cosplaying goddess by her slender waist, and throw her over my shoulder as she 'eeps' as endearingly as Eris did the first time I grabbed her and was about to do something else to her before Aqua interrupted.
"You brute," Chris, rather than Bling, mutters heatedly in my ear as she grabs my neck from behind and dangles from it, her leather-encased, silver-framed breasts pressing against my bare back as she starts nibbling on my ear.
"Not the time, woman!" I say as I finally leg it when a cat made of purple fire starts sharpening its claws on the wooden post of a pillory uncomfortably close to my shins.
"Hmm, yes, make me ride you," she says as my elegant, flawless gait has her bounce up and down against my broad—fuck.
"You're not making this any easier," I say as I do my best to hurry up while carrying two goddesses and a kinky, half-wrapped memento.
"Oh? Am I making things hard for you, Kazuma?" she says.
My left eye twitches, and I decide that gender equality cuts both ways.
So I ogle Bling's spectacularly toned derriere right by the side of my face, encased in yellow leather and black fishnets, and I spank it.
That gets me an unexpected reward when both Chris and Bling moan at once.
Which makes me blink yet again as I remember that, yes, the divine treasure that she's wearing makes it so that both bodies share sensations.
"Ka—Kazuma? You're grinning, Kazuma. It's not a nice grin," The Chris dangling from my neck says as I kick a table stacked with flogs out of the way.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I say.
And then, because I am in a very stressful situation, I start mauling Bling's stress-ball-shaped ass with my free hand until we get out of the Dungeon of Rich People's Kinks.
***
"You're terrible," a blushing Bling says as she rubs her mauled behind with both hands.
"I think that what you mean to say is, 'Thank you, Kazuma-sama, for getting both of my bodies out of the fire that I recklessly started without prior warning just to spite some rich assholes that are now watching in befuddled shock as their mansion sinks into a melting pool of stone.'"
"I had it under control," Chris says, looking away and down with a hint of a blush that may have to do with how blatantly fake her statement is or with the way she keeps glancing at Bling while the earring-wearing goddess does something that very much highlights the lack of protection her taimanin suit offers against a properly motivated orc.
I yet again summon the orcish might of my superbly sculpted eyebrow and non-verbally assure her that I believe her as much as I believe that Megumin understands the meaning of self-restraint.
She pouts at me. Which lasts right until Bling rubs her own behind more vigorously and Chris ends up biting the corner of her lower lip.
This, of course, has nothing to do with me wetting my lips like I've just outrun a magical fire, you understand. It's just that such exertions tend to dry the skin.
And, well, it's not like the forest path near the walls of Axel that we're walking through has some convenient watering spots. This world is clearly Japan's inferior when it comes to the facilities it offers to those weird people who think that walking counts as a hobby.
"Where are we going?" I finally ask after exchanging silent looks one too many times with the silver-haired goddesses walking by my sides.
"To return the treasure," Chris says, looking at me with a side-eye that quickly turns into her studying with intense interest a bush on the side of the path furthest from my answering gaze.
"That tells me absolutely nothing," I say.
"What's that above-average INT stat for, Kazuma?" Bling says with a mix of cheekiness and more derriere-rubbing.
"In this setting full of braindead morons? To brag."
"Be nice," Chris says with a jabbing elbow sticking right under my ribs.
I glare at her reproachfully as I rub my own sore spot, and I feel a sudden sense of kinship with Bling that—
"Eep!" Chris says as I throw her over my shoulder.
"Shut up. You're the only one of us that hasn't something sore, and I'm about to remedy that," I say, shifting Darkness' souvenir on my other arm before I grab one of Chris's lower cheeks and appreciate all the lack of subtle differences between her and Bling.
Like, I'm pretty sure that even twins wouldn't be this perfectly alike. Maybe they would diverge if they used the treasure for long enough. What happens if one eats more than the other? If one starts exercising? If one gets repeatedly creampied by an attentive, caring orc boyfriend until—
"You're hard," Bling says.
"I'm groping your—her ass. Take it as the compliment it is."
Bling looks at Chris' face behind my back and then at me with a very complicated expression that only sometimes drifts down to the raised front of my skirt.
"I… don't think she needs to get a sore ass," Bling says with a very pointed emphasis.
I tilt my head at her, looking at the petite woman over the yellow, black, and silver covering her double's behind, and she briefly licks her lips before her eyebrows do a synchronized maneuver that points quite eloquently at…
"Wha—Kazuma! Kazuma, we're in the middle of the forest!" Chris says, as my fingers tug at the bands of metal framing the thong section of her bodysuit.
"Would you rather we go back to the middle of the city?" I ask of my one companion for whom public sex implies a low risk of discovery—huh. I guess Vanir-chan counts as well, if she uses her telepathy in ways that clue her whenever someone is about to discover her—
"Ah!" the woman speared on my fingers answers.
"You brute," Bling recriminates me with flushed cheeks and lidded eyes.
"It was an accident," I try to defend myself while still two knuckles deep in tight wetness that I'm accessing through a recent tear on the fishnet embedded on a band of silver that— "Is this thing hinged?" I ask as I notice that what should be rigid metal is surprisingly accommodating when it comes to the finger pushed into the wearer of what no longer looks even close to an impenetrable leather thong.
Now, if we're talking about impregnable…
"Aqua helped," Bling says, her cheeks flushed as she keeps walking by my side, even if in a way that has her feet cross in front of one another and her mesh-clad thighs rubbing together.
"Are… Is… Is Aqua specialized in hentai clothing?" I stupidly ask before I remember the silk maid uniforms that somehow fit a cohesive aesthetic while still properly displaying the charms of each of the girls they were designed for.
"Kazuma!" Chris protests from behind my back as I discover that my finger is now fully inside her. You know, the finger that is about the size of a regular cock, which, if my hentai RPG trope studies haven't failed me, means that it's twice the average of any handsome and accomplished male adventurer destined to have his female companions stolen from him by a dashing orc.
Just… a random example, you understand. I already have my hands full at the moment.
"Kazuma…" Bling purrs as a hand quite full with Chris' stress-ball-shaped cheek wiggles inside something wet, warm, and yielding.
Namely, Chris' body.
The goddess thrown over my shoulder convulses as I turn my hand and gently scratch what is an itch only figuratively: the front of her passage, where her skin is rougher and bumpier. She flails for a moment as I go past the sensitive patch and push toward what feels like the end of her opening before I retract to her entrance, twirling the tip of my finger around the edges of her inner labia and staying… there.
Bling looks at me, full of flushed reproach.
I grin at her.
Chris futilely hits my lower back with tiny, flailing fists…
And I push right back in.
A gasp comes from the girl hanging over my shoulder, and Bling slaps her hands in front of her mouth as she stops walking, her whole body shivering as her knees knock together, and I keep my finger inside warm, yielding meat, corkscrewing it in, putting all the strength in my wrist into making at least one of them mewl as the other looks straight into my eyes, her hands still muffling all the sounds I've only heard her make once before, when she was laid across my thighs as I forced her up and down my cock and she looked at me with all the passion I want her to feel even when Darkness isn't in the same room as us.
So…
I take out my finger.
"Kazuma!" Chris gasps out with a trebling protest.
"Yes, it's me, Kazuma, your girlfriend's boyfriend," I say, still staring right at Bling with an insolent smirk as the three of us stand in the middle of this semi-hidden path across the forest surrounding most of Axel's walls.
The taimanin cosplayer looks at me, her hands slowly dropping away from her mouth as green leaves rustle above us in a gentle breeze that carries some of the noises of Axel's streets.
It's late, the sky is reddening at my back, and the air is cool enough to soothe my brow even as the scent of Chris' open sex fills my nostrils.
And Bling keeps staring at me as her other body remains folded over my shoulder, giving me all of the gentle warmth that leather and mesh can't keep away from me.
"Darkness isn't here," Bling says in what's close enough to a whisper for me to imagine sweaty silver hair sprawled on a pillow and lavender eyes staring right at me.
I gently set the unwieldy souvenir down on the dusty path and grip Chris' hips with both hands.
Then I step closer to Bling.
She takes another step. Toward me.
And Chris, bent over my shoulder, remains completely motionless as I keep looking at her other self in a way that…
She's not Eris.
Not really.
Not when… when she's like this. Acting like this. Like the goddess confessed she only dared to because her avatar allowed her to live a life other than the one she's used to. A new perspective. A transformation that most wouldn't even consider, not even as a thought exercise.
Because…
JRPGs—no, RPGs. That's what they're about, aren't they? Living through another person's life, experiencing what you never would while locked in your room, and muttering curses about day one DLC. You imagine yourself as a radiant hero or… or whatever it is that you can't be, will never be, in that life of yours that you're trying to escape from.
And yeah, that's…
That's still not it.
This isn't about being somebody else, somebody unrelated. This is about being another you.
About a chance you never had.
Until you suddenly did.
I bend down and taste her lips.
Her arms wrap around my neck.
And, suddenly, I'm dealing with another rogue goddess squirming all over my body, slithering away from my grip on her hips as she goes from my shoulder to my back so that two lithe bodies hang from my neck, one claiming my mouth and the other raining kisses on the side of my jaw until her lips meet those of her other self with me between them, two small, agile tongues coming out to intrude into my mouth, coaxing my own tongue out with caresses on each side that have me grunt and kneel down until I'm level with Bling and my hands close around her waist.
"Take me," she whispers as her thighs surround my hips, and something wet and heated presses along the top of my shaft.
"I… here?" I ask, the longer question discarded as soon as I feel her swing her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against me until a little whimper escapes from Chris' lips, and the non-earring-wearing goddess presses forward to suck my tongue into her mouth.
"We're going to start here," Bling whispers in something heated and perverse. "But it's getting late, isn't it?"
I try to answer something other than the muffled things Chris barely allows me to let out of my mouth without swallowing them as deeply as my own tongue.
The one that she's basically deepthroating.
So, to clarify any communication issues, I nod, and that… well, let's just say that Chris seems to appreciate the gesture. A lot.
"So… as it is getting late… maybe we should keep moving?" Bling asks, a few cute gasps interrupting what she tries to say in a teasingly innocent manner right before one deft hand firmly grasps my cock, and she swings away until my tip is at her entrance, two bands of cool metal rubbing against the sides of my glans and moving aside as she slowly lowers herself on me, pushing just hard enough that all but the edge of my glans fits inside wet warmth as two slender women gasp against me, one of them hurrying to retake my tongue into her mouth as the other kisses a spot in my chest that Aqua claimed not that long ago.
I blink at the thought and, in a brief moment of clarity, remember that my first time with Aqua happened right after I got Eris quite worked up, so…
…
I have a voyeuristic goddess on my hands. One with rogue levels.
…
This can't end well.
As if sensing my thoughts and wanting to argue with the main thrust of my argument, Bling keeps holding herself right where she is, with most of my glans inside of her and her thighs trembling as she uses all her acrobatic fitness to stay at that precarious point before her hand on my shaft slackens and…
And she jerks me off.
My eyes roll back as Chris' suction on my tongue increases yet again until the tip of it breaches her convulsing throat, and Bling's fingers playfully lighten and tighten along my length. She teases me with feather-soft caresses right before her opening clenches down on me, and her hand gets on the verge of being uncomfortably rough on me, the tight grip going fast enough that the juices dripping down from her open sex splash against her wrist when it collides with her own clitoris, the rhythm of the slapping sound synchronizing perfectly with the tightening of her gripping opening and Chris' muffled gasps.
And then she does it all over again.
The switch between light and rough, between fingertips trailing my main vein and strumming it like a beloved string instrument before her fist becomes a hard tunnel going up and down my length gets more and more intense, and soon her own hips join in that cycle, adding minute thrusts powered by her toned legs to the maddening sensations that Chris rubbing her bare sex on my back barely distracts me from as my thoughts circle around what would happen if Bling lost control for even a second. Around the girl on top of me finally pushing past the edge of my glans, my cock's head being fully enveloped in her warmth, my shaft going from dexterous fingers to a convulsing passage dripping liquid arousal down my balls.
My hands are still wrapped around her waist.
I tighten my hold on her.
"Hm! Not… Not yet, Kazuma, please…" Chris says, her flushed face right in front of me as Bling's legs tremble around my hips.
I stare right into lavender eyes that beg me, and I… I can see Eris in her.
"What… what do you want?" I ask her, on the verge of losing control and pushing right into a body that I know is all but supplicating for me to fill her as deep as I can until nothing separates us and wet skin clings tightly to me wherever black fishnet allows us to touch.
"It's… getting late," she gasps out, her eyes rolling back as Bling's sex twitches around my half-buried tip.
"I don't… I am not in any hurry," I say, tilting my head to the side before I lean forward to suck on the side of her neck, her rapid pulse on my lips and tongue a thrilling reminder that I'm not the only one about to lose control.
"Neither—oh, oh Heavens Above… Kazuma, I… Just…"
"You?" I whisper in her ear before I suckle all of it into my mouth and dig my tongue into every single crevice I can find on the hard shell—
Two hands clap on my cheeks, and Chris, flushed and panting, pulls me away from her.
"Take me to church," she sings.
And then she smiles at me expectantly—
"We're not getting married!" I say, my hands suddenly very steady on Bling's hips.
"What?" Chris says with cheeks flushed and fluttering eyelashes—confused blinking.
"We're not getting married," I repeat for clarity and emphasis, struggling to debate with my orcish urges why it would be a very good idea to get my ancestral weapon out of a tight, fit, nubile adventurer amorously clinging to me and corkscrewing her hips around—
"I'm not—and why aren't we getting married?" Chris asks with narrowed eyes that would look entrancing as they widened if I just pushed slightly ahead into Bling's welcoming, pulsing—
"It's too soon! And Darkness would kill us! Or get disturbingly off on the idea that her best friend and I eloped without bothering to tell her, which can be seen as the most extreme mix of neglect and cuckold play ever, so, really, odds are that she would be into it for at least as long as it took her lust-addled brain to rub one out, but I still would feel mildly guilty for having my first girlfriend mindbreak herself to the thought of me repopulating the orc race with silver-haired demigods—wait, would our kids be demigods? Is that how that works? Because if I have learned anything from checking discussions on Fate, other than the darkest depths that mankind can sink to, it's that demigods are assholes, so maybe we could take things slowly until we figure out how not to inflict yet another plague upon this forsaken world, seeing how likely it is that I, as a hentai orc, once I get started, would get you non-stop pregnant and—ghk!"
"Stop talking about getting me pregnant!" Chris panickily says as her tiny hands unlikely manage to strangle me.
"Sex under marriage is for procreation! And holding hands!" I manage to get out after a desperate struggle to get a tiny bit of breath in my lungs that I judiciously expend on this most urgent of matters.
"We're not getting married!" both she and Bling say.
"Why not?!" I say as my grip on Bling's waist tightens and I push just a tiny bit inside of her that gets her stretched opening to convulse right around the very edge of my tip—
"Take me to church! It's a song! I was joking!"
"That was a very ill-timed joke!"
"I know! I just meant to have you fuck-carry me until we get to my temple!" she says as four fists ineffectively drum on my chest.
I open my mouth to argue only to find a mortified Chris looking right into my eyes and, below her, a sweat-drenched Bling resting her forehead on my chest as her yellow-and-silver-clad shoulders go up and down with ragged gasps that seem to synch with the clenching around my tip.
I push.
My tip finally breaches the last barrier I've been maddeningly tempted by, and Chris' mouth falls open.
I step forward.
Bling bounces with the strength of our movement, and my tip is once again almost entirely out of her, the absence promising me warmth, softness, and tightness as Chris' eyes roll back until only half of the lavender in her irises shows under her quivering lips.
My thumbs massage small circles on the sides of Bling's belly, over the square of black mesh that runs from her open crotch to the bands of metal underlining her small breasts, and I pull her toward me when I take the next step.
Then the next.
I'm half-buried in her, and every time my thighs move the three of us, I look right into Chris' eyes to see the effect I have on the gasping Bling. To watch how the passage of my cock inside of her makes the goddess bite her lip as she repositions herself, once again hanging from my neck as she lies stretched along my left shoulder, her legs wrapped around my biceps, her wet sex rubbing up and down on my muscles, leaving glossy streaks on dark green skin as she struggles to both fuck herself on me and keep staring into my own eyes so that we can share… something.
Something unsaid that grows more and more heated as I speed up until Bling's hips finally rub against my lower belly, my cock sheathed inside one goddess as the other uses me to masturbate and only looks away from me to watch her other body clinging to me, Bling's arms and legs trembling with the strain of having all of me inside of her as I keep moving harder and faster until I am running down this forested path.
"Oh… Oh, that's… Kazuma," Chris says, suckling on her lower lip and offering me an expression twisted in something so close to agony that I almost stop just to ask her if she's all right until Bling convinces me to keep moving by regaining enough strength to swing her own hips against me, adding minute thrusts to the involuntary bouncing that my march inflicts on her.
"Yes, it's me, Kazuma!" I say. "Unless you're asking for child support."
She blinks at me for a single moment and then throws her head back and laughs.
So I lean forward and kiss her.
Her fingers go from the side of my neck to my nape, and she returns every single bit of my passion as the long shadows of the branches above rush by on the dusty path beneath us, tree trunks passing us faster and faster on each side as my desire for her grows and I channel it into making my body move, uncaring of rhythm or depth, just… just wanting to have me and my goddess reach forward together as she clings to me with two bodies, one tangling her tongue with mine and the other showering kisses on every patch of my green skin that she can reach without letting go of me.
Chris pulls away and her white teeth are clenched, her eyelids quivering to the point they keep covering her black pupils, the locks of her silver bangs matted to her forehead with pearls of sweat that glitter in red sunset.
Slender arms and legs tighten around my torso, and, with a lunging step, I thrust right against the end of Bling's opening.
Both of them throw their heads back and howl, their pleasure echoing in the forest, maybe loud enough to reach the streets of Axel on the other side of the tall walls I can barely make out above the trees to my right, their voices entwining in a proclamation of ecstasy that only gets louder until, suddenly, the howls turn into uncoordinated giggles and I have to grab both of them before they slide off my body, holding them to my chest as they keep laughing wordlessly and I keep kissing the top of their heads until I stop walking, just standing in the middle of the road with, as my land of birth would say, one flower on each hand.
It takes me a small bit of effort not to have Inner Kazuma wax on about, precisely, what kind of flowers. I don't know what would be worse: a joke about Venus flytraps, or… or something about lavender. Something unbearably sappy, coming straight from the notebook of a besotted teenager too ready to fall for something even slightly warmer than what anime busts on the other side of a screen offered me.
But…
They are here.
And at least one of them is real.
So I keep holding them until their laughter abates and turns into pleased sighs and languid caresses across my body, twin sets of soft lips showing me enough affection to banish anything but the present moment.
The moment in which I feel… wanted. Desired.
And maybe something else that would turn Chris into something other than a friend. A friend that I like and that I…
That I'm balls-deep in.
"Kazuma…?" The goddess I'm not currently hilted in asks with some disorientation as the other one suddenly throws her head back and bites her bottom lip.
"You two finished," I say as I resume walking, but not along the path.
"I… It was… You're very good?" she offers with a hint of sheepishness shining through her smile as she tucks her short hair behind her ear, about as demure and enticing as Yunyun about to give me a blowjob.
"Thanks. You too," I say as I maybe grin.
With quite a lot of tusk showing.
Chris blinks at me as Bling rubs her forehead against my chest, a grunt escaping from the taimanin cosplayer as I once more pick up some speed.
"Wait—Kazuma, wait!" an alarmed Chris says with wide eyes, and—
And I crash Bling-first against the nearest tree.
The trunk is wider than the roguish goddess but thinner than I am, and so it sways back for a single moment before it whips back against us, pushing Bling against me even harder than my initial thrust did as I drive myself fully inside of her.
"You bastard," Chris says despite her rolled-back eyes and her head thrown back.
I smile at her in a potato-chip-eating manner, and the goddess tries to cling to my forearm even as she slowly slides down my body until she's kneeling on the grass growing around the tree's trunk, her hands grabbing my left elbow, her nails slightly digging into my flesh, and her other body convulsing between me and the avatar of nature and-or paper mill future victim.
I'm sorry, anonymous tree; your sacrifice will be appreciated. To show you just how high your inherent value is, I'm ready to offer a sacrifice of my own: a mindbroken onahole goddess.
And just to give you that much of an ego boost, I'm even willing to offer my good onahole goddess rather than the alcoholic one. I know, I shouldn't have, but I'm just that generous and giving—
"Kazuma," the kneeling Chris says with her eyes blazing in a quite unambiguous 'You really shouldn't have.' I guess that means that, unlike my party members, she does recognize the noble and generous heart that beats in my chest.
So I should do my best to show her how right she is in her appraisal.
"Hn!" Bling finally says as I pull back and immediately push right back inside her.
"Ah! That's—I'm still recovering, you jerk!" Chris says as she lets go of my shoulder to hunch over, her thighs closing against one another as she struggles with the feeling of something between her legs that isn't there.
"I aim to make all of you multi-orgasmic. No need to thank me; the work is its own reward," I reassure her.
"You are an utter—fuck! At least… at least…" she says as Bling closes her eyes and reclines against the tree in front of me, her arms letting go of my torso to swing back so that her hands can claw at the bark.
"At least?" I say with an appropriately wide grin as I slow down my thrusts to allow her to speak. Something that, for some reason, she takes some time to do.
The reason may be that, despite my decreased rhythm, I am lengthening my thrusts so that I go almost fully out of her double only to then push right back until I'm flush with cold metal, warm leather, and sweat-drenched fishnet when I press my entire body against Bling and grind my pelvis against her clitoris.
Just a hunch.
"You're drooling, Chris," I tell her, as considerate as ever.
"Wha—I'm not," she says after wiping her chin with a now-gleaming sleeve.
I smirk at her with a competitively raised eyebrow and then refocus on the goddess that keeps grunting every time I bottom out in her sex.
"At least do us both…" Chris mutters.
For some reason, my cock twitches hard enough that Bling's breasts bounce. Which is quite a feat, seeing how tightly wrapped they are.
"Ah!" both of them say.
"Touch yourself," I say with a voice that is suddenly not as mocking or flippant.
"Wha—Kazuma!" she protests when I cut herself off by suddenly pounding against Bling.
"Not—not so rough! Not yet!" the goddess desperately clinging to the tree behind her says.
I make it a point to pause, and, when she looks up, I take her lips, shoving my tongue as far down her throat as Chris previously sucked it. My hands go from her sides to her ass, and her skin bulges out past the diamond-shaped gaps so that I can maul her, reshape her with my grasp. So that I can make her struggle to keep her eyes open and focused on mine until I decide to pull back from open lips and gasping breath, and I turn around to look at the other goddess, the one kneeling beneath us.
"Touch yourself, Chris. Watch yourself get fucked. Watch me as I shove my cock inside of you. Plunge your fingers inside of you and feel just how much better I am," I tell her as she looks at me with her eyes wide open and her pupils dilated so far that the lavender of her irises darkens.
She looks about to argue. To protest or maybe ask for something other than what I just ordered her to do.
And then she grasps her left breast, impossibly deft fingers playing with the leather-encased, soft flesh as dexterously as Bling did with my cock moments ago, and her other hand trails down the square of black fishnet stretched across her belly to find the opening in her thong between the twin bands of silver pressed against her inguinal tendons.
"I… I'm pretty sure I can get myself off faster than you can," she says, her lips turning into that mischievous grin of hers in the middle of the line.
"Try," I dare her.
The cheeky grin goes wider, Bling reclines, arching her back so that only her shoulders rest against the tree, her whole body turned into a bridge between my cock and the trunk as she raises her arms above her, the tight muscles that frame her armpits pushing against the snug leather as she shifts her grip on her only support and another kind of grin adorns her lips right before she tightens herself around me.
"Try to keep up, Kazuma. Don't make this too easy for me," she says as Chris dips two fingers under her bodysuit, right against her clitoris, and moans loud enough that I know at least a bit of it is just for show.
For me.
And that, more than anything, more than the tight warmth surrounding me, is what makes me roar as I bend forward and fuck Bling as hard as I can.
"Ah! That's—that's almost as good as my fingers, Kazuma," Bling says as Chris licks her lips right before she goes from rubbing herself to thrusting three fingers inside of her, the heel of her palm pressing between her open thighs.
"I'm gonna make you swallow your words," I grunt before I lean forward and bite down on her neck, her arched back making me feel how her chest rubs against my own when I suck and her whole body shakes.
"That's not the only thing I would've swallowed… if you'd been a good boy," she says, her voice almost steady on my ear right before she twists her hips side to side, her whole body turning into the motion that she imparts on my cock.
I think about telling her something witty, but the best line that I can come up with is 'I'm the goodest boy,' and, honestly, I'm not in the mood for her to call me a dog.
Just in the mood to rut her like a bitch.
So I do.
She tries to speak, but I'm too rough with her. I push so that she has to let out gasps and moans with every thrust, and when I look down, Chris is so busy masturbating while looking at her double get railed that she doesn't say anything. That she only adds her own pleasure to the sounds Bling makes, loud enough to pound in my ears over the sounds of slapping flesh.
Loud enough to make me growl.
To make me yearn.
I take a deep breath, and it's filled with her. With her pure scent after she has once again used her skill to cover tracks for the brilliantly mundane purpose of getting perfectly clean so that I only get her odor rather than the hint of fire or wet tunnels that should've clung to her after our escape. No, she just smells like…
Like a girl having sex.
Her arousal clings to both of us, renewed each time my cock plunges as deep as it can reach, and more of her juices come out, making my green skin glisten. Her sweat is salty on my mouth when I lick her neck, and her saliva is sweet when she wordlessly begs me for a kiss that I can't help but give her, this time not tongue-fucking, just… just tasting her. Caressing her, finding the grooves on top of her palate, the spongy flesh on the inside of her cheeks, the soft roughness of her own tongue… everything. Everything that Bling has that I can taste and take as my own even as my saliva drips past her lips and she swallows around me until she finally lets go of the tree and wraps her arms once again around my neck, staking her own claim.
"Just… Just a bit… more…" her voice reaches me despite her lips pressing tightly against mine, and it takes me a moment to realize that's Chris.
Chris, kneeling beneath me, her legs spread wide open as she leans back, supported on a single hand as her right one goes through a torn gap in the mesh covering the front of her body to slip beneath the silver bands beneath her breasts, her fingers distorting the yellow leather as the outline of her hand shows me how roughly she's handling her nipples as she looks at me with hunger and… and…
I close my eyes and deepen my kiss with Bling as I feel something else finally soar. As my body focuses on the fire that started burning even before she left her cloak behind and showed me just how thoroughly she had prepared for our date, daring me to pursue her.
To catch her.
I grab the back of her hair and pull her away, dark lavender eyes immediately looking straight at me as her mouth shapes wordless sounds that convey so much more than I would have ever thought.
"Mine," I grunt as I push and close my eyes when she tightens against me harder than she has since I first started making—fucking her.
Her hands cup my cheeks, and she waits until I look back into her eyes to smile at me and shake her head in soft denial, her lips opening minutely so that only I can hear the whisper that comes next:
"Mine."
I don't nod.
I throw my head back and roar as I pull her as close to me as I'm able, my thighs tensing as I finally empty myself inside of her with burst after burst of liquid fire that has her and Chris join me, their voices rising higher and higher, melodious like the tolling of bells as if they were singing a duet of pleasure while I just claim mine.
Her.
Claim her.
Another kiss, hungry and possessive, her fingers on my temples, her thighs clenching against me as her back contorts in waves of ecstasy too intense for her to withstand without moving to their tune.
Another burst of semen.
And another.
Scalding liquid drips down from between us, every convulsion, every wave of pressure shooting up my cock, making a renewed spurt of white flow down from between us that I keep adding more to until I feel something soft brush against the inside of my thighs and I look down to see, through the momentary gap between Bling's legs and my body, Chris staring up at me, her mouth open and tongue extended, white droplets marring her forehead and the corners of her lips as she catches another falling drop and the pool of translucent fluid, a mix of my seed and her saliva in her mouth, rises.
I stare at her as Bling, red and gasping, throws her arm over her eyes and falls limp against the tree behind her.
Chris shuts her mouth, her cheeks ballooning even as another drop falls right on top of her lips, and she loudly swallows before showing me an impish smile.
She opens her mouth, the drop of semen stretched between her smiling lips, and it's empty.
So, immediately, I go right back to fucking Bling's convulsing, cum-filled body as both of them moan.
***
"You brute," one of them says, tracing idle lines up and down my chest in front of her lavender eyes as the other naps on top of my bare, sweaty belly.
I may be petting her and wondering just how is it possible for a human body, no matter how divine in origin, to have such soothingly soft hair.
"You keep provoking me," I say, not quite defending myself.
"You keep falling for it," she immediately replies.
I chuckle, just low enough that the sound doesn't wake up the Chris I'm caressing, and the other Chris joins me with suppressed giggles that only end when she decides to crawl up my chest until she holds herself up with both forearms, her face over mine and beneath the green canopy of a tree I'll try to make sure doesn't end up as toilet paper.
"Hey, Kazuma?" she says with a warm voice that matches the soft smile.
"Yes?" I say, too… too drawn in by her eyes for a reply other than me looking up at her like… like she's…
"I'm glad you're my first boyfriend," she says.
My heart beats loud enough that I'm afraid I'll wake up one of her.
Or myself.
"Getting… getting a bit ahead of yourself, aren't you?" I can't help but say.
"Well… you did get me pregnant," she says.
I blink.
Hopefully not at Bling.
"What?" I say, slow, steady, and with perfect, nigh erudite enunciation.
"You kept filling up my original body. What did you think was going to happen?" she asks with some amount of confusion as she tilts her head in a way that shows me she isn't wearing any earrings.
My hand stills over the soft hair of the sleeping goddess who's currently mumbling something in her sleep and dripping a steady stream of orcish repopulators from between her legs.
I… gape.
Chris, not Bling, blinks.
And then she starts to laugh loud enough that her other body wakes up with a snort of her own laughter.
Suffice it to say, we don't get out from beneath our tree until night has fallen and I have properly disciplined my onahole, lying goddess once or twice.
And then, for good measure, I send her down the road to recover Darkness' discarded souvenir.
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1) I would like to apologize for the incredibly long delay in getting this chapter out.
2) To keep the divine theme going, the next chapter is Aqua's date.
3) At the time, I thought, "Well, the development of Aqua and Kazuma's relationship is basically a finished arc at this point. Really, this should be a fast chapter to write before we get back to the meatier developments (and that wasn't a crack at Darkness)."
4) The goddamn chapter is nearly 15k words long because, as it turns out, my subconscious saw the earlier statement as a damn challenge and decided that writing a sixth of The Hobbit's worth of relationship development was a sane thing to do, seeing as the Spanish sacred oath means one can't back down once a lack of balls has been insinuated.
5) I need a vacation.
6) That means that I'm now about to edit the latest chapter of I Just Wanted to Be and Adventurer, Not Rule the World, before I go live with it.
7) I am terrible at vacations.
8) Octarine. Just because.
Anyway, I hope to see you all much sooner next time around. It's likely that I'll write an omake for this rather than a regular update, seeing how much work I've got to catch up on and that I need to write something extra special for Halloween. Wish me luck in sticking to rational decisions without self-sabotage and perfectionism getting in the way.
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