Rupegia 90 Turn Of The Wheel - Part 1

"Good afternoon to you all, Ryders," Daiana and Suelen say in unison and bow.

"Afternoon," all the women behind the sisters say in unison and bow.

"Good afternoon," the girls say for me. Hana and I are silent, too overwhelmed with antic.i.p.ation to properly talk.

Everyone straightens their postures, except for Daiana, who says, "Let me apologize for this. The rumors went out of control and your fame took flight, Mr. Ryder."

I see Lunastra and Camila among the women behind her, grinning quite excitedly.

I laugh out loud and sit down on the bed. "Well, this doesn't look too bad. But I must say that we have a small problem. I'm just one man, after all."

"Indeed. I think we need to set some rules," Ciel says.

"Exactly," Roxanne adds and nods. She gets up and starts looking over each woman one-by-one. Her harsh glare makes a few of them tremble, suddenly feeling very "inadequate." "Let's start with this: all of you are here because you're interested in his magic d.i.c.k?"

They all nod and a few mumble a shy "yes."

She smirks evilly and continues, "And you understand that we are his wives and none of you will get the honor of being f.u.c.ked by his c.o.c.k if we don't allow it?"

Their nods and mumbles become a little awkward.

Ciel chimes in, "Not only that, but do you understand that by him spending time with any of you, our already limited time with him is reduced even further?"

Their nods and mumbles also gain a hint of guilt.

Roxanne stops in front of an actual Scylla and smirks. "So, if you want to spend time with him, you'll have to first please us."

The tall and sensual Scylla notices Roxanne's succubus appendages and her juicy, brown lips curl into a smile. Her wriggling ma.s.s of tentacles gains a purpose and slowly moves forward; its suckers contract and expand, eager to latch onto anything sensitive; their thick muscles flex and relax, showing how they can gain impressive girth or length at will.

Ciel continues, "Second, you'll only get a single o.r.g.a.s.m, then you'll need to give up your spot to the next one."

The women murmur in surprise among themselves. The reason for their reaction is not that they're disappointed at a single o.r.g.a.s.m being a small number, but rather that they'll even manage to o.r.g.a.s.m at all.

Hana walks forward and stops in front of the tallest woman in the room, who's even taller than herself. She looks as if a werewolf (the fantasy creature) and an Olympic sprinter had a child. Her body is tall and slim, but also perfectly fit with tight abs that make me want to lick them; her b.r.e.a.s.t.s are very small, but their pointy nipples nearly poke through the thin white sash covering them; she has grey fur that grows out of one side of each of her white arms; her hands are clawed, furred, padded and larger than normal, while her arms are so long that her hands hang down near her knees; her white and grey wolf head and red eyes make her look menacing.

"I'll be f.u.c.king you," Hana states and pulls the werewolf woman towards the bed.

Ciel comes forward and asks, "Who has [Ma.s.sage]?"

A mixed bunch raises their hands, but they can be cleanly divided into two groups: small lolis and dwarves, or big women with strong hands.

She takes a look through all of them and starts pointing to the small women. "You will all ma.s.sage me. If you can suck on my feet, then even better."

A cute dwarf with a round face gives her such a wide grin that I don't even have to guess what her fetish is.

Lina stands up and announces, "The one who can pay the most will get the first go." A group of women immediately crowd around her. Considering how much better their clothes are from the rest, these aren't prost.i.tutes or staff. The more I look at them, the more they seem to be n.o.blewomen or rich merchants.

Alissa gets up with Aoi on her shoulder and starts a.s.sessing the remaining women.

"Wait a moment," a Kabar woman wearing an inn staff uniform stops Alissa. She has dark skin, bright blue peac.o.c.k feathers for hair, light blue eyes, and thin, elvish features. "My sister, she's, uh, she's a virgin. I'd like for her to have a good first time with a proper man and know what good s.e.x is supposed to feel like."

From behind her, a similar and younger version of herself shyly comes forward, her face already a deep scarlet red from blus.h.i.+ng.

Since she's not a dwarf, she's definitely barely legal.

"Hm, fine. You'll go first," Alissa says with a nod.

Two other women come forward and interrupt Alissa.

"I can polish her scales very well, I'm a groomer for the pets of the guests," a thin and Asian-looking wereowl woman says while smirking.

"I can brrush yourr tail and earrs," a curvy and black werecat woman says. She has majestic, fluffy, and pure black hair and skin, and strikingly yellow cat eyes. The way she (deliberately) drags the "r" in almost a purr is very s.e.xy.

Alissa nods to both of them and says, "The first chosen of the other wives will come first, and then you'll get your turn."

They both nod happily and turn their hungry gazes to me. I merely smirk at them and turn to the first piece of meat. The peac.o.c.k girls awkwardly approach me with a mix of fear and awe.

"P-pleasure to meet you, Grand Ryder," the older sister says a little nervously and bows.

"No need for Grand or any other honorific. I'm Wolf Ryder and you can just call me Wolf."

"Y-yes. I'm Mina and this is my sister, Nazli."

"Pleasure to meet you, Mina, Nazli," I say with a smile.

"Pleasure to meet you, Wolf," says Nazli, softly, gaining a little confidence.

I offer my hand to Nazli and she takes it. I push out my soul just a little and hear her softly gasp in surprise.

I gently lead her to the bed and we sit down. Her sister sits down beside her, looking a little lost about what to do now.

"Have you ever kissed someone?" I ask Nazli with a warm smile on my face.

"Well… yes, but I don't have much experience with it," she says, avoiding looking me in the eyes.

"Have you ever seen a man naked before?"

"Mostly just Dad. We also went to the mixed baths out of curiosity, but we didn't stay there for long since I didn't want to get naked in front of them."

"I see… so, is there anything you don't feel comfortable with?"

She finally looks at me and frowns with a small smile. "Everything? I'm not like Daiana who can talk and 'connect' with other people so easily."

Well, the more you talk about it, the more you might become more comfortable.

"Then why would you choose this way to lose your virginity?"

She looks away again and fiddles with the feathers on her arms. "I want to work here. Sis is making a fortune and if I can do certain things on the side, then we could live a nice life." She shrugs and sighs. "It beats risking my life to gain levels and skills."

"But are you sure you want to go with this lifestyle?"

She narrows her eyes and looks down at her feet, a little annoyed. "Of course I am. I'm here, aren't I?"

I shrug and look forward, giving her some reprieve from my staring. "I'm just confirming that it's your decision. You haven't shown that much confidence, though."

"Don't fault me for that, I'm still learning and it's why I'm here: for you to teach me." She gives me a side glance with a crooked smile.

"So, what did you hear about me?"

"Magic d.i.c.k," she answers immediately.

I chuckle and she laughs softly.

Getting better.

"What else?"

She goes back to fiddling with her feathers, though she still has a small smile on her face. "Fun, gentle, loving, and probably not the kind to be bothered by different tastes."

I guess that the last part is her way of saying "open-minded." I mean, she literally has blue feathers for hair. Some members of her race have hair, but not her; her head is only covered with feathers, though it does kind of look like shoulder-length hair.

I take a look over at Daiana, who has joined the audience and is observing us with keen interest. She gives me a smug smirk that makes me feel like everything is right with the world.

I chuckle softly and return my gaze to Nazli. "Right. Well, I always try to make sure that my partner has as much fun as I do. I see s.e.x as if I'm doing something nice to someone else and even if it's a stranger, it still feels really good when the other person returns it in kind."

Nazli scoots closer and I see that she's still holding her sister's hand. I grab her free hand and give it a kiss, pus.h.i.+ng my soul out just slightly.

"Y-you'll have to take charge. I really c-can't do it myself," she says and looks me in the eyes. Her light blue eyes are so endearing, and her cute and elvish face is still a shade darker than her sister's due to all the blus.h.i.+ng.

I cup her cheek and feel the higher heat of her skin. I bring her face closer and her lips part. Then I cover hers with mine and smell the scent of her light perfume.

I slowly push my tongue out of my mouth and meet hers. I can feel that she's tense and her tongue moves shyly; she really doesn't know what to do. I push my soul out of my tongue just slightly and feel her tenseness slowly melt away as our tongues rub on each other.

I hug her waist and she moans softly in surprise. Her modest b.r.e.a.s.t.s press against my chest like two squishy buns covered by a thin piece of cloth. I push her down and lay her on the bed.

I regretfully end our kiss and take a look around the room. Hana already tied up her werewolf and is in the process of starting to fist her. Roxanne is now naked while suspended in the air by the Scylla's tentacles, which are now softly caressing her skin and sensitive parts. Ciel is having every inch of her body ma.s.saged by the lolis while her feet are sucked on by a very-happy-looking brown-haired dwarf loli. Alissa is currently "inspecting" the mouth of a cobrhead woman by having her forked tongue penetrate her p.u.s.s.y. Aoi is comfortably curled up on the lap of the Asian-looking wereowl.

I look down at Nazli. Her eyes are open wide, staring up at me with antic.i.p.ation. Her beautiful and slightly s.h.i.+ny hair-feathers are all spread out, making them look almost like a perfect peac.o.c.k's tail. Her hand squeezes her sister's as I climb on top of her.

Her white s.h.i.+rt is b.u.t.toned, so I slowly unb.u.t.ton it and reveal her cleavage. Her breathing quickens and her free hand grips the sheets when I open her s.h.i.+rt and expose her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

The two beautiful dark mounds are just slightly larger than Roxanne's, with pure black little areolas holding itty bitty little nipples. Her fun bags are less perky than Roxanne's or Alissa's, giving them an adorable bit of sag.

I lower myself onto her and start sucking on one of her nipples while rubbing the other. She moans and writhes as my soul-touch gives her sensitive nipples a good bit of attention. Her arms wrap around me and a small blanket of feathers covers my head.

I think she would make for a very good sleeping partner.

I slow down my sucking and rubbing and make my way down her body. She doesn't have the abs that make me feel like licking them, but she does have a cute thin tummy that deserves all the soul-kisses.

When I make it to the border of her skirt I stop there and look up at her. She's looking at me with a good amount of fear and anxiety. The feathers on top of her head seem to be rising with her mood change.

Mina runs her hand through her sister's hair-feathers, trying to calm her. They look at each other warmly and nod. Then they turn to me and the feathers on top of Nazli's head start to lower again as she relaxes.

I smile and bite the waistband of her skirt, then I pull it down. She lifts her waist to help us and we expose her white laced cute little panties. I pull her skirt down her legs and raise her feet to help it come off. Her sandals show some tasty little toes painted with light blue nail polish.

I take them off with a kiss on top of each of her feet. "Do you have a foot fetish?" I ask.

"N-no," she answers.

Better not push it this time. Maybe another day.

I approach her panties and see a small wet spot forming right in the middle. I give her a smirk but her expression is lax and her mouth hangs open with antic.i.p.ation.

I bite the waistband of her panties and pull them down. A completely clean-shaved hood shows itself and a small bridge of her juices briefly connects it to her panties. Her breath is fast and she crushes her sister's hand in tenseness.

I pull down her panties and take them off completely. I give it a brief whiff to register her scent in my memory, then I put it beside her with a smirk. She doesn't even react; all she wants is me, so I'd better not keep her waiting.

I take my s.h.i.+rt off and flex my pecs a little for her. Both of the sisters glue their eyes to me and Mina even licks her lips. The audience murmurs about my scars and their meaning. The consensus seems to be that the one on my cheek is still the most charming one.

I unb.u.t.ton my pants and show them the tent in my underwear. I slowly lower them down and finally let my erection spring free. The entire room goes silent as they all watch me and my magic d.i.c.k.

"His secret shows itself after he enters you," Lunastra says and sighs wistfully.

"You don't mind the audience?" I ask Nazli.

"It's better like this than alone and scared," she answers, her eyes glued to my erection.

"Hm." I get down on my knees and block her sight of my d.i.c.k. Her dreamy blue eyes then turn to my face and open wide when my fingers spread her p.u.s.s.y apart.

I smirk and give her a soul-infused lick, making her instantly moan softly. Her wetness is delicious, just like any other woman.

I give her the most caring and delicate c.u.n.n.i.l.i.n.g.u.s I can with [Oral Technique] and [Ma.s.sage].

Her fingers quickly find their way to my scalp and hold me in place; her thin thighs painfully squeeze my head with impressive strength; her high-pitched moans are just like a bird's song. To be honest, they sound a little bit funny, but I'm sensible enough to not laugh at her. They are more cute than funny, too.

I didn't need to, but I spent a few minutes on foreplay for her. They quickly flew by as her cute moaning sounded so good to my ears that I felt like simply continuing for a while longer.

All this stimulation quickly left her sweaty and gasping for breath. She had stopped trying to crush her sister's hand, but then she returned for round two as I got up and my c.o.c.k approached her p.u.s.s.y.

I rub it on her entrance and she moans again. She slowly spreads her legs for me and lifts her body with her elbows so that she can see it better.

"Last chance, do you want this?"

"Yes," she says, full of confidence.

I slowly push it in and nearly moan myself at her slickness. She's perfectly lubed for me. I push my soul out through my d.i.c.k some more and she gasps in response.

"Wow…" She mutters.

Suddenly, I feel resistance and she winces. It seems that she's an unlucky one.

"I'm going to break it and immediately [Heal] you, okay?" I ask.

"Okay…" She answers, a little worried, but still confident.

I lean over her and grab her chin, forcing her to stare at me. I drown in her light blue crystal eyes and push it in with all my strength.

"AH!" She squeaks in pain and I immediately cast [Heal] followed by [Regeneration]. "Ahn…" She moans softly from the spells.

"No chanting?" Mina asks.

"I'm a talented mage," I say and kiss Nazli. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in, then forces her tongue inside. This time she explores my mouth and seeks my tongue for stimulation.

I pull out a little and cast a [Clean] just to make sure, then I push it in again. Her loud moan is m.u.f.fled by our kissing and her eagerness increases.

I take this as a "go" to start moving properly.

With [Regeneration] on, her pain from her first time is significantly lessened as her womb quickly conforms to the shape of my d.i.c.k. My soul touching her insides also serves to aid the pleasure in overpowering the pain.

I slowly increase the strength of my thrusts, impaling her with every strike and making her face scrunch up.

She stops the kiss, too stimulated to properly play with my tongue. "G.o.ds…! It's…! So…! Good…! Inside…! Me…!" She yells between every thrust.

The moans of pleasure turn into yells that turn into screams that turn into shrieks. She's certainly loud, but her beautiful voice makes it much more tolerable.

I play with her nipples with one hand while I cup her surprisingly juicy a.s.s with the other. I spread her cheeks and cast a [Clean], then I slowly push a wet finger inside her b.u.t.thole. Her shrieks only get louder and her sister starts masturbating.

Our nipples rub against each other's chests while I thrust into her with all of my strength. The only sounds that can be heard are our wild f.u.c.king and all the women masturbating around us. The smell of wet p.u.s.s.y fills the room even with the window open and you can bet that the entire street can hear me committing b.l.o.o.d.y murder in here.

I push my soul out of my skin so that she'll feel pleasure everywhere she touches it.

I share my senses with the girls and feel their pride and satisfaction in return. I'm a real man among men, a stud whose current purpose is to give women what they deserve: to be totally s.e.xually fulfilled.

I'll make her shriek until her voice gives out…

And I did.

Even if I were gentler, she would still only last a fraction longer than someone like Hana. She was a virgin after all and she asked for a magic d.i.c.k, so a proper helping of magic d.i.c.k is what she shall receive.

Her entire body trembles with a huge o.r.g.a.s.m and I finish inside her at the same time. The touch of my soul makes her o.r.g.a.s.m last longer, even if I don't move my hips.

The "seizure" slowly fades and only the sounds of her rapid breathing remains. The women look on in awe and silence as the first casualty is confirmed.

Ciel smiles wryly, knowing very well what that blank look and stupid smile means. She knows what it's like to have your entire body exhausted by the strongest o.r.g.a.s.m that she could ever imagine; to feel the tingling sensations running through every one of her muscles. But the strongest feeling of all is the delicious, pulsing pain of a well-f.u.c.ked c.u.n.t.

My d.i.c.k slides out of Nazli's p.u.s.s.y with a lewd, wet noise. My white cream seeps out of her lips and the women mutter in surprise while staring at my still erect spear.

"Who's next?" I ask in a low growl and look around.

Ciel pushes forward a dwarf girl with such long, silky and straight black hair that it looks like a cloak covering her body.

Dwarves are better than halflings. Sure, halfling-lolis are ultrthin and look like they are made of gla.s.s, but the dwarven-lolis have the golden-ratio. Pretty far from being "big," but not too small. Their racial [Stonebody] is also a plus because then they can actually do all the physically demanding positions while still lasting long enough. Sure, if you have a domination fetish, then halflings are superior, but for me, just pretending that Lina doesn't have the same "Strength" as me is enough.

The little heavenly dwarven girl looks the best in missionary with her silky hair beautifully spread out on the bed, or on all fours while her long strands paint her white back black.

Who am I kidding? She looks perfect no matter the position.

"You control the speed, if you want me to slow down you can say it," I tell her.

She giggles between moans and says, "You're… kidding? Harder…! I can handle it…!"

I hug her from behind and growl in her ear, then I bite her neck and pump her p.u.s.s.y.

Another whole-body-trembling o.r.g.a.s.m and she collapses on the bed. I paint her beautiful hair and white back with my s.e.m.e.n, defiling her holy aura.

"Next!"

Alissa, who's currently laying down on her stomach while the werecat brushes her tail, points to the wereowl groomer. She puts a s.h.i.+ny Aoi on the bed and gets up while her dress falls down.

Another one with black hair. I've seen a lot of common people with brown hair, so the ones with black hair must be more popular here.

The Asian-looking wereowl takes a few steps forward, then falls on her knees in front of me. With a little bit of fear, she opens her mouth and swallows me whole. Her little tongue and hands work on my b.a.l.l.s while she deepthroats me.

"She's actually pretty good," Alissa comments through [Bind].

"Hmm," I moan in response.

"I have to suck your b.a.l.l.s more, then. I didn't think it would feel this good," Hana says and moans internally.

It's only a minute later when I already feel it coming. I grab her bundle of feathers in the shape of an ear on top of her head and use them as a handle to hold her in place as I explode down her throat.

Even after c.u.mming copious amounts of s.e.m.e.n, my c.o.c.k still leaves her mouth completely erect.

She gets up and puts a foot up on the bed, spreading her legs for me to f.u.c.k her while standing. Her high heels make her legs and feet look so d.a.m.n s.e.xy that I almost drop down to suck on them, but now's not the time. Her p.u.s.s.y is already dripping and it doesn't need any more stimulation.

After [Clean]ing her mouth, I hug her and start another round.

--

For those who dislike the concepts of lolis (I know, f.u.c.king heretics, the lot), wereowls serve as a good alternative if you still love pet.i.te and thin women.

Her body doesn't resist for long and succ.u.mbs to me, but her exotic eyes alone make it all worth it and an instant favorite. If I had the chance of doing someone twice, I would choose her instead of Lunastra.

"Next!"

The Scylla puts down a pa.s.sed-out Roxanne and walks over. Tentacles leave every orifice of her body and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s look reddened as if a suction cup had altered the blood flow.

Oh boy, this'll be interesting.

She's tall, even without the long tentacles, and her long face gives her a modern model feel. Her brown skin and juicy lips give her that sensual Latina look that would make any man cheat on the love of his life with her. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s lack a little in size, but not everyone can be as perfect of a Latina as Ciel can.

"You're not disgusted?" She asks in a sensual and low voice.

"Just don't touch my a.s.s. I don't want to be penetrated," I answer.

She chuckles in a dignified way with the back of her hand covering her mouth and licks her lips like a predator.

"I usually take charge, so I hope you don't mind," she says and her tentacles wriggle their way towards me.

They squiggle slowly and touch my foot. It feels slimy and slightly ticklish. Then they start to go up along my leg and my erection twitches in antic.i.p.ation.

They finally reach over my crotch and wrap around my shaft. The rubbing all over my body and the scent of Roxanne's c.u.n.t makes me even more excited. The stimulation is different from even Aoi's as every single inch of my body feels like it's being "kissed" by the suckers of her tentacles while also being rubbed by their sliminess.

I let out a moan and the Scylla chuckles sensually.

The tentacles continue going up and she starts to stimulate my nipples.

Oh right, I didn't tell her not to…

The feeling is not quite the same as what Alissa and Hana feel; it's good, but not so good that it's s.e.xually arousing. More like a "ma.s.sage" on a sensitive spot.

Then the tentacles reach my mouth and she makes me give it a "b.l.o.w.j.o.b." I'm slightly confused at the situation, but they taste like Roxanne, so it's not all bad. Having a thick, fleshy rod pump in and out of your mouth is quite stimulating, this one even more so since the suckers are also giving me "kisses" all over.

I'm slowly lifted off of the ground and I wonder just how long are these d.a.m.n tentacles.

"They stretch a lot. I think they are slightly magical too," Hana says.

"You know a lot about Scyllas," I comment.

"Well, tentacles aren't just Roxanne's fetish. Male Scyllas have a literal tentacle c.o.c.k."

"Now I'm envious…"

"I'm telling Ciel, she's going to laugh a lot," Aoi says.

My chuckles are m.u.f.fled by the tentacles covering my mouth.

They start squeezing my member and the exquisite feeling tips me over. I c.u.m with such a strong jet that the Scylla's small brown b.r.e.a.s.t.s are painted completely white.

"Impressive," the Scylla says and pulls me closer. My crotch is taken towards where the middle of her legs should be and suddenly it's wrapped in her warm womb. "Ah… yes, delicious, certainly different than a normal c.o.c.k."

I smirk and she starts using me as a d.i.l.d.o, but not for long since my soul touch makes her weak in the tentacles. I have to stand and hold her as her support goes limp like a mop and I feel like I'm f.u.c.king a legless woman.

--

Scyllas are certainly odd, so if you're looking for vanilla, then you're in the wrong place. In the end, p.u.s.s.ies are all the same, so the bonus of a Scylla is in orgies because they can f.u.c.k a dozen or so people at the same time, men and women alike.

When they o.r.g.a.s.m, though, is the really interesting part. My whole body is wrapped and squeezed by her tentacles as it receives "kisses" all over.

She finally collapses on the bed and her tentacles return to being a mop. Roxanne wakes up and starts to look at the next woman to fool around with, too tired for full-blown s.e.x.

Alissa hands me a jug of juice, knowing just the right time when I'd start feeling thirsty.

"Thanks, my love," I say and chug. "Next!"

The actual werewolf woman stands up, now fully rested after Hana used her. She growls at me and shows me her fangs.

"I don't do gentle," she growls.

"Good. I don't want to be gentle," I say and growl back.

She lays down on the bed and spreads her legs for me. "f.u.c.k me, now," she demands. I grab her digitigrade feet and lick the cute pink pads at the bottom. "What…?"

I smirk and [Ma.s.sage] her wolf feet. "Sorry, I really need to suck on your toes for a little while. I have a foot fetish and no one has cute feet like you."

"HAHAHA! That's a new one! Never thought a foot fetis.h.i.+st would like me!" The werewolf says and bellows out a laugh.

"He's a zoophile, too, so I'm sure that has a part in it," Alissa says.

The werewolf shows me a fanged smile. "Even better! If you didn't have a harem, I'd court you for myself!"

--

Sucking furred, clawed toes is not only dangerous for your tongue, but it also gives you a mouthful of fur, which is a bit disgusting. Well, I can get used to the fur, but I don't think it's worth it and she doesn't seem to be feeling a lot of pleasure from me sucking on them. The pads, though, are rather sensitive, especially the ones on her hands, so I guess I found the weak spots of a… what's it called?

"Roxanne says it's a Gorosnegee," Alissa answers.

Right, the weak spots of a Goro are the pads on their hands. That and having their wombs destroyed, of course.

It might not be that every Goro is like this, but I certainly wouldn't sleep with one without a healing potion or spell, because this one's claws dig into my shoulder and dirty our bodies with blood.

Kissing a Goro is also messy. They have wolf mouths and long, energetic tongues, so for women, I'd say it's a plus.

Gify, help me with this.

Gih.

Images of dragons violently f.u.c.king fill my mind and a new vigor seeps into my blood.

The Train of Pleasure is now leaving the station.

Destination: Pound Town.

Brakes: nonexistent.

Ambient music: death metal.

--

This one actually leaves me tired, so I rest on the bed beside the pa.s.sed-out werewolf while I catch my breath and Ciel casts [Refresh] on me. I look at the bite mark on my shoulder and wonder if I could actually turn it into a scar. Seriously, that was a battle.

"Do you want me to bite you?" Aoi asks through [Bind].

"Actually, yeah, I'd love it. Having a scar of your bite on me would be so s.e.xy. Having one from a stranger that I don't even know the name of wouldn't be ideal."

"That's one of the largest amounts of s.e.m.e.n you've ever shot," Alissa comments as she inspects the werewolf's body. She runs a finger on the exhausted woman's small b.r.e.a.s.t.s to collect some s.e.m.e.n and makes sure to flick her nipple, making her wince. Then she licks her finger and smiles in happiness. "Hmm… yes, I can taste the other women."

"Next!" I demand.

The s.e.xy werecat comes over to me while purring.

--

Catwoman, 'nuff said. Her purring is definitely a s.e.xy aspect that gets even better when she vibrates her throat while deepthroating me.

"That's new. I have to learn this," Alissa comments.

"Definitely."

The catwoman's curviness and dark skin puts her on the same tier as Ciel, but her "power level" is still far from reaching my chocolate G.o.ddess. The black cat ears and tail are perfect, though, and those yellow cat eyes are mesmerizing enough for me to drown in them while wrecking her p.u.s.s.y in missionary.

I grip her thighs and claw her skin while growling. I'm still feeling the dragon inside of me and all I want to do is f.u.c.k.

The catwoman responds by clawing at my back, just like Alissa likes to do, and growling back at me. We look more like two people who hate each other than a couple having s.e.x.

She hisses and I growl, then I f.u.c.k her harder and harder until her hisses start to fade and her o.r.g.a.s.m begins.

I let myself go and soon after that, I c.u.m a thick rope onto her dark body.

"Your o.r.g.a.s.ms always sync with your partners," Lunastra comments, impressed.

"I can almost o.r.g.a.s.m at will," I say and chuckle.

"You're ridiculous."

"I know. Next!"

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I eat a sandwich prepared by Suelen while I f.u.c.k Lunastra. This angelic loli didn't even need foreplay; just the memory of being ravished by me makes her drip with arousal.

With a full belly and another jug of sugary juice, I regain the energy to continue.

"RAAAAGH!" I yell in anger as I pump her harder. The dragon's ferocity only increases inside of me. I cast [Heal] on my hips to stave off the pain and then I choke Lunastra.

Her eyes roll up into her skull and Ciel stops me before she gets brain damage. She wakes up a moment later and has a "seizure" of an o.r.g.a.s.m.

I slam into her one last time and release it all, even more than the werewolf's thick rope of c.u.m.

"Next…!" I yell before I finish catching my breath.

Camila pounces on me and I don't waste another heartbeat before grabbing her and shoving my c.o.c.k violently into her dripping-wet hole.

--

The cute and curly weredog holds my s.h.i.+rt on her face even while pa.s.sed-out. She's pulled by Daiana and tenderly cared for so that she doesn't suffocate herself with my smell.

"Next!"

The cobra woman comes forth, a little awkwardly.

"This is interesting," I say as I look her up and down. Her head is literally that of a cobra with a hood that she can extend. Her thin, forked tongue licks the air and I feel my d.i.c.k twitch.

--

She isn't very confident in herself because her face isn't feminine or attractive and she even lacks b.r.e.a.s.t.s, just like the Goro woman. Only her tongue is interesting because it can wrap around my shaft just like Aoi's can.

As a fully depraved person, I don't care about that and give her my full course of love and plenty of kisses. She actually has two tongues: the normal one, and the snake tongue, so kissing her is actually more interesting than with a normal woman.

The way that she can curl her neck around me is a little freaky, but also endearing since it feels like she's blanketing me with herself when she extends her cobra hood.

I leave her pa.s.sed-out on the bed and give her face a few more kisses before I demand the next sacrifice.

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After a few more women, Mina comes forth. She can't look me in the eye and walks like a lamb marked for slaughter.

"Gentle or wild?" I ask, not wanting to scare her.

"Wild…"

I chuckle.

Guess she's just ashamed about her own depravity.

I make her bend over on the bed and lift her skirt up. I spit on my shaft to add a little to the natural lube that's been formed from all the juices and c.u.m.

I rub it against her entrance and feel that my "dragon power" reserves are still looking good.

"Wild or savage?" I ask again.

"Savage…" She says, almost regretting it.

I shove my c.o.c.k inside her and immediately start pumping.

"RAAAGH!"

--

As nighttime arrives, my energy dips too low and the dragon fades away. However, I don't stop, and the women continue to mount me and ride me while I help a little. The spirit is still willing, but the flesh is battered and bruised.

I push my soul out of my hands and form two c.o.c.k-shaped succubus tails. Now I can f.u.c.k at least three women at the same time with just a little mental effort.

At first, they were weirded out, but Alissa and Hana's demonstration convinced them.

Daiana and Suelen have their turn, too. Balbina appears for a short while and then leaves when she's satisfied to continue her job.

As the number of exhausted and satisfied women increases, the sounds of their giggling and idle chatter rises along with it. They all pay attention to me, but now more in an entertained way instead of a predatory way.

Alissa is watching me with a calm smile; she's still paying attention to my needs and making sure that I remain in peak condition. Roxanne drinks not-wine with the n.o.blewomen and they share their experiences with different d.i.c.k sizes. Hana cuddles with Lina as they each comment about my actions and the merits of using succubus tails as d.i.c.ks; they feel that it loses some of the charm of a d.i.c.k by using a "fake" one, but they also admit that it solves my problem of "not enough d.i.c.ks." Ciel is talking to her gaggle of lolis; she's already had her s.e.xual and fetis.h.i.+stic needs completely filled, so now she only enjoys the heavenly sight of the wide variety of lolis to gaze at. Aoi plays around with Gify and the wereowl groomer; they are the only ones who pay little attention to us.

Alissa's ears suddenly twitch and I focus on her senses. She's sensed a halfling and hears the footsteps of someone with high heels. The halfling stops in front of our room and the door opens.
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Rudita comes in looking rather angry. Her ultrthin dress floats wildly and then it stops in the air as she suddenly halts and takes in the current situation.

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