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Hephaistos sat there, in the dull quiet of the room, Drake's words seeming to echo around the inside of her head. He had explained to her his entire, absurd backstory. "So then... you only did all that to-"

"No." True. "I didn't seduce you for power, or points, or anything. I think you're honestly beautiful and good." Good. That was a word that felt particularly appropriate for Drake to choose to describe a woman he loved. Good. The list of his other lovers included the Bat of Daedalus and the Spectre, who had cleaned up Daedalus Street so much that crime seemed nonexistent there at this point. "I think I would have been happy to be part of your familia, in some other history." Hephaistos's cheeks glowed at that comment, too.

All of it was true, of course. Drake couldn't lie to her. He spoke carefully around that...

But it wasn't the sort of "speaking carefully around that" where you picked and chose what you said to lie by omission. It was the sort where you said the honest truth to convince the other party with overbearing specificity and directness. "It's..." She knew he had dozens of other lovers, it wasn't as if he was dishonest about that. But the whole situation. "I just don't know how to respond, to be frank. I wish you had mentioned this earlier."

"It's... sort of a secret, I guess," he said. "There's part of it from my end, too." She quirked one eyebrow. "I don't want women who only love me so they can get stronger."

She chuckled at that. "Isn't it an open secret by this point? You'd have to be a blind idiot to miss the pattern."

"Maybe, but not as a 'if I fall in love with him I can get power without him doing anything,' sort of situation. You'd probably assume it's for my lovers, in general."

"I could see that." She placed one hand on her cheek thoughtfully. "So... am I prettier than Venus?"

"She's a goddess of beauty, and I imagine a step or two up the divine hierarchy from you or Loki. But I feel like I know you better, given all I really know of Venus is what she sends in her letters."

"That is rather strange, I'll admit. If I wanted to pluck a mortal out of his home dimension, well, I certainly wouldn't send him down to Gekai unless I was going with him." She hummed thoughtfully. "Here I thought I only had Loki to compete with, now there's another goddess."

"Love isn't a competition. It's not a pie you carve up into pieces and when you run out of pieces, you run out."

She chuckled lightly at that. "I suppose even if it was, you keep making new pies. Well, go ahead. This Juvia girl sounds like she must be quite the woman, to attract the attention of a man as fine as you, after so long from seeing her."

He blinked at that. "You're... not upset?"

"Mm. Maybe by the secrets, but not by the lovers? I already knew you have... how many lovers?"

"Twenty one women have confessed their love to me, including you. I have regular sex with another four..." He frowned at that. "Hm. Maybe I should cut Syr off."

"Syr?" She asked. "The girl from the Hostess? Why?"

"Because she doesn't love me, she loves Cass, and Cass is straight," he said. "She knows the situation, and she's making her choices, but... every time I actually think about it, I feel bad."

"...if she loves..." Hephaistos took a moment, closing both eyes as she contemplated his words.

"Yes. She sucks my dick to keep it from going in Cass another couple minutes, or to get, ah, to taste Cass, if the order's the other way around..."

"That does sound like the sort of thing that..." Hephaistos trailed off, a frown creasing her lips. It sounded like the sort of thing no woman with even the tiniest piece of shrapnel of self-respect would do, and Syr certainly didn't seem to be a girl who was a completely pitiful little blob. If you'd asked her which of Drake's lovers was a pitiable cuckquean, based purely on personality... it would probably be Setsuko. The fox former prostitute, when Drake mentioned her, seemed to have a rather low self-estimation as well. Haruhime? "Hm. Perhaps it's a... kink?" She suggested.

"Maybe," Drake admitted, then shook his head. "I should talk to her. With Alex and Ellie, it's for Rei, but with Syr... I like intimacy, in sex. It doesn't bother you, that I'm about to summon another wife?"

"Well, given you've married, what, fourteen women? Soon to be fifteen. How could I be any more jealous of fifteen than of fourteen? At that point, it seems almost like your job."

He chuckled at that. "No, helping watch the kids is the job part. Babies are very annoying, if cute." He let out a breath. "Do you want me to summon her here? Normally I summon with Loki, but, ah, I kind of think she'd be unhappy about being groped by somebody other than me."

"I'm glad to hear that I'm still the more mature of your goddess-lovers."

"It'd be really worrisome if you weren't," he said, and she chuckled at that.

* * *

Juvia Lockser had lived a lonely life. People avoided her, and the loneliness was unpleasant, so she made it rain around her, so people avoided her more. She walked across the cobblestone floor of the city, and-

-and she blinked. She was somewhere else. A nice bedroom, where a redheaded woman wearing an eyepatch was. Was this Erza Scarlet?! She was supposed to have long hair, but women could cut their hair if they so wished! She had to be on alert! She drew up her magic, and cast her gaze along, and-

And she saw the most handsome man ever! "Who are you?!" She demanded of him. Was he in league with Erza Scarlet?!

"I'm Drake Holt," he said. "This is Hephaistos," he added, gesturing to the redhead, and Juvia let out a sigh of relief. They weren't with the Fairy Tail Guild, having figured out the Phantom Lord Guild's plan, and now acting out an ambush! She hadn't heard of either Drake or Hephaistos as being members of the Fairy Tail Guild! That meant she could focus on the important thing - the way that her heart was beating fast as she looked at Drake!

Her hand drew up to her chest, and on instinct, she wrapped a bubble of water around him. She wanted him to be hers! Wait, people couldn't breathe underwater, though! She panicked as he appeared to start to struggle. "Ah! I'm sorry!" She scarcely had time to finish that thought before he just shot out of the water like from a cannon, coming to rest right in front of her, making her startle and flinch, her cheeks glowing as he softly caressed her cheek. "D-Drake?!" She sputtered out.

"Juvia. I love you." Her face was pure red by this point, her eyes spinning a bit as she stared up at him. "Marry me, Juvia," he told her, and her heart began to pound all the harder in her chest. He-! How could he just say that out of nowhere?! Her own heart was raging in her chest, but he was so calm as the words escaped his lips! Ahh!

"I love you too, Drake!" She placed both hands over her face. "Ah! I said it! I really said it!" She wanted to run away, but he put one hand on her shoulder.

"Let's get married and have thirty-three babies," he told her, a smile on his lips.

"Thirty three?! That's exactly the same number of children I want to have!" The redheaded woman chuckled lightly at that, and Juvia gave her a glare. "Don't be jealous of my Drake!" She said. "Just because you're unlucky in love doesn't mean you should take it out on other people!" The woman's expression became more annoyed than anything else.

"Juvia," Drake said. "Please don't be mean," he told her.

"Ah! Sorry, Drake, I showed you an unappealing side of myself," Juvia said hurriedly. "Please don't leave me!" She rushed forward to wrap him in a hug, and he just hugged her back.

"I'll, uh - well, one second," Drake said.

All of the sudden there were two sets of arms wrapped around her in a hug?! She pulled back in shock, worried that some gross pervert had decided to try grabbing her when she had just met her soulmate! But as she did, she saw there were two Drakes instead of one! "Duplication magic?! Ah! That'll help with our thirty-three children, darling!"

"It definitely will," Drake told her, one of the two bodies giving her a soft kiss on the forehead - then he suddenly hefted her up, carrying her bridal style, just like a prince! She felt so light in his hands, yet also safe. "That body will stay here with Hephaistos. Let's head to Setsuko's home, okay?"

Juvia had no idea who Setsuko was, but by the way Drake spoke, it was probably a place where they could have lovey-dovey marital sex! "Okay!"

* * *

Drake pushed open a door with a flick of his wrist, not letting her out of her princess carry for a single second the whole journey to Setsuko's house. Her lips felt hot and wet from just how long they'd been kissing, and she could feel her arousal climbing second by second. He popped his lips off of hers at last, and she sucked in desperate breaths, her cheeks glowing as she did so. He just smiled lovingly down at her, as he carried her around inside the house, making his way around to a bedroom, where he finally laid her out on the bed. As she moved, she noticed a bird on the open windowsill, just seeming to stare at her - but it was just a bird, so whatever!

"Juvia," he told her, and she nodded at her name, attention turning back to him. "I love you. I will never stop loving you, or abandon you, no matter what. No other woman could ever make me do that." She felt her heart race at those words! He truly was her soulmate! There was no other explanation for any of this!

"I love you too, Drake, darling! Thank you for making me your wife!" Everything was going so fast, but that was okay, it was Drake, her soulmate!

"Thank you for letting me be your husband - but, I do have something I have to tell you before we go any further." She nodded rapidly, ready to accept any part of her husband-to-be's life! How could she not? They were soulmates! "I have fourteen other wives," he told her. She just blinked at that. Eh? Ehhh? Wait, had her soulmate already been stolen away by a load of hussies?!? "I love all of them too. Their love doesn't lessen the amount of love I feel for you one iota," he told her, gently caressing her cheek, "but it's my love for you, that keeps me from holding back that truth from you. If you find it too much that I have other wives, then that's okay, too. We don't have to do anything-"

"No!" She shouted the word out. She'd finally found her soulmate! The fact that he was married to fourteen other women didn't change that one bit! Having a person who you loved meant accepting even the parts of them that weren't the best, like how Drake hadn't stopped loving her because she was mean to Hephaistos earlier! "I want you to be my husband! I don't mind that you have other wives! No, I do mind, but I can accept it, because I love you, Drake!"

At that, he kissed her again, stealing away any further words from her as his lips mashed against hers. She felt her heart race at that, and she clasped his cheeks, sucking on his tongue energetically. She'd show him she could do sex even better than his other wives! Even if she'd never done sex before, enthusiasm counted for a lot, right?! And she had more enthusiasm than any other woman could have, since they were soulmates!

Drake started undressing her, and she wished she had been wearing something sexier than a thick fluffy fur coat! And underneath it she was just wearing a boring shirt and boxers! And underneath that, a purely functional bra! If she'd known that she was going to meet her soulmate, she definitely would have dressed sexy!

Whatever the case, she was soon naked on her back on the bed, staring up at her soulmate as he started to strip himself bare. He was muscly, which was definitely her type, that lean, muscular physique being the sort she really liked in a man. His cock also looked nice! She'd never seen one before, but it looked nice! He clambered up atop her, kissing her again, pointing his hard cock at her wet sex, and then he just slid inside her, making her gasp at the sensation, her breath spilling out and running across his mouth.

It felt soooo good, having her soulmate's cock pushing into her! She was glad she had been a virgin, so they could share this special moment! Though it was unfortunate he wasn't a virgin himself! After all, he'd definitely be much happier if he could also share his virginity with his soulmate! She reached up to clasp his cheeks, holding him against her as he gently thrust inside her, his movements slow and loving, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

His hands started to wander at that point, sliding along her stomach up to her breasts, gently playing with them. She was glad he liked them! With fourteen wives, probably one of them had bigger boobs, but here he was, playing with hers! In fact, she should show that playing with her boobs was extra special and over whatever his other wives did! So she arched her back, pushing her tits up into his hands as he fucked her. She felt him twitch inside her in response, so she got more enthusiastic, her tongue licking at his, trying to suck his tongue and spit into her mouth, her hands clasping his face all the tighter.

She wound up being the first to come in that position, her soulmate finding just the right way to pump into her, plus her excitement at the whole situation making her explode in ecstasy. Drake pulled away from the kiss at that point, looking down at her as he kept grinding his cock around inside her, hitting her most sensitive spots as she wriggled on the bed in passion. "Do you want to get pregnant today?" He asked her. "Right now?" She panted and nodded rapidly. She was in love! This was her soulmate! Plus, she'd have to get started early if she wanted to have thirty-three children!

At that, he leaned back down over her, kissing her even more fiercely on the lips. She just lost herself in the blessed moment, her breasts being played with by her soulmate, who was also going to knock her up! She couldn't wait! Probably his wives hadn't gotten knocked up the first time they had sex! That made her special! She squeezed on his cock as hard as she could, trying to wring an orgasm out of him, and he intensified his pace in response, rubbing his cock all along her most sensitive spots as he made out with her, tongue teasing her gums, her tongue, her palate, stretching deep inside, seeming to invade her as they became one.

She came again in no time at all, so excited to be beneath her soulmate like this, their bodies merging as one. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, and he hilted inside her, groaning into her mouth, and she felt his seed spilling out inside her, hot spunk splattering all over the inside of her waiting sex! She was going to get pregnant with her soulmate's babies! He broke off the kiss at that point, panting above her as she just shivered in response to the constant splatters of cum all over her waiting womb. Get pregnant! Get pregnant! She scrunched up her face and clenched her eyes shut as she tried to focus on her womb, hoping to will his little swimmers to get extra deep inside her!

When he was finished coming, he let out a long breath, looking down at her with a loving expression on his face as he admired her naked body. She just swallowed as she stared up at him, and he leaned down over her, kissing at her ears. He was still hard! She could feel how hard he was! Guys were supposed to go soft after coming, weren't they?! Had she not made him feel good enough?!? "Do you mind if somebody watches?" He whispered in her ear. "I told her she can watch me fuck my other wives," he said, in between wet smacks of her ears.

Other wives? So this other hussy was a wife of his?! W-well, he was inside her right now! Not inside this other girl! No, it was good that he was inside her, actually! Let whoever it was watch Juvia be the one to have sex with Drake! She'd make the other girl cry, she'd make him come so hard! "I don't mind!" Juvia told him, and he started to thrust inside her again, his hard cock wedging its way inside of  her, sliding away. "Ohh, I'm so happy we're having sex, Drake, darling! Oh!" She was exaggerating, a bit, for effect, but that hussy deserved it! Getting married to her husband before Juvia even had a chance to meet him! How dare she?!

Okay, well, if she was being fair, then the other girl couldn't have known that Drake had a soulmate and it wasn't her! In fact, she felt sorry for whoever that girl was! It must have been awful to be married and find out your spouse had a soulmate, and she wasn't you!

"I love you, darling!" Juvia said, reaching up to caress her soulmate's face. "Make me a wife! Make me a mother! Let's have thirty-three babies together!" His cock furiously throbbed inside her, and his pace upped inside her, making her squeak in surprise as he really just started to slam away at her, her body bouncing on the bed, the mattress squeaking under her with each and every thrust. She cast her gaze to one side, wanting to see that hussy who was watching her! She'd show her how much better she was!

Drake, at that point, grabbed her by the hips and suddenly twisted her around, making her gasp in surprise as he took over the position of lying on his back on the bed, and held her atop him, making her ride him cowgirl. His hands were on her hips, and he moved her like she was feather-light, pumping her up and down his hard cock as she could only just moan and take it. "I love you too, Juvia," he told her, and any thoughts she had of showing whatsherface how much better she was vanished into a puffy pink cloud of nothingness. He leaned up, kissing at her breasts, at her neck, his lips so tender and sweet that she could just explode!

Which is exactly what she did! She erupted in ecstasy, pleasure lacing its way up her spine as he kissed along her bare flesh, making her feel so good as she spasmed and jerked atop him. That hussy watching her didn't matter! This mattered! Drake mattered! "I love you, darling! I love you! I love you I love you I love you!" The words came out as fast as she could make them, and he clearly understood what she was saying, given the way his kissing and sucking got more active, the way his cock throbbed inside her. She was soooo happy!

In her new position, the bird on the windowsill had fallen down and was twitching on the floor, but who cared! It was just a bird!

* * *

Bella's cheeks were hot as she stared at the scene in front of her. Juvia... so that was her name. She seemed so confident in herself, just shouting about how much she loved Drake extra loud. Bella wished she was that confident... her thoughts came to a stop as she remembered screaming about being Drake's perverted fuckbunny, and her cheeks got even hotter.

Well, she wished she was that confident outside of sex. She could just barely manage to tell Drake that she loved him! She couldn't shout it to the heavens like Juvia did! She was obviously really enjoying herself, and she wondered if Drake was using that move on her! She fidgeted in place. Maybe Drake would like her on top more? She'd be even lighter than Juvia... and not just up top, either. Was that an advantage? Did she finally find an advantage to not having big boobs? No wait, it didn't really matter since Drake was a Level Six, did it? Ahh! She wished she had bigger tits!

Well, girls went up a cup size when they got pregnant... if Juvia was going to have thirty-three babies, did that mean she'd go up thirty-three cup sizes?! That would be crazy! Juvia must really be a family woman, to want to have so many children! And to say it so confidently, too! Bella could never be that confident!

Or maybe she could! Maybe she should try harder to-!

"Bella?" Hestia asked, making Bella tear her eyes away from the crack in the doorway to look at her goddess. "Bella, what're you-" she peeked in through the doorway, and cried out. "Bella!!! You can't spy on people having sex, that's bad! And Drake, why do you have a new wife?!?"

Bella felt bad, because Drake wound up having to stop having sex. Which was bad because Drake was enjoying having sex, obviously! Not because it meant she couldn't watch Drake having sex! (Though, she did like watching... no wait, wouldn't that make her a perverted voyeur?!? Or was that fine since Drake said it was okay???) But eventually Drake managed to explain the situation to Hestia, who muttered and ranted about how he was a rake and terrible and so on, while Bella got to meet Juvia, who was super nice and energetic, especially when she found out that Bella and Drake weren't married...

"But he said you were allowed to watch his other wives..." Juvia said, then her expression grew ecstatic. "That means he already thinks we're married! Ah! Darling! Let's make love so more!" She said, throwing herself at Drake with reckless abandon.

Was that the kind of girl Drake liked?! Not big boobs, but super obvious and uninhibited in their affections?! Bella couldn't compete with that level of self-confidence!

* * *

"Syr," Drake said, and Horn turned to look his way, putting on a smile for him and Cass - except Cass wasn't here. She crinkled her nose just slightly, wondering at the oddity. Normally he didn't so much as come here without Cass. No, it was more like he came here only because Cass came here. "I want to have a serious talk with you."

"Mhm?" Horn replied, smiling blandly as their eyes met. "Ah, Mia, Drake wants to have a serious talk, can I have a break?"

"Ten minutes," Mia called out, and Horn nodded.

"Well, I have ten minutes to allow the great hero, the Happy Ending himself, to talk to little old me," she said, a playful smile on her lips. "So what is it that he wishes to say?"

"It's about our relationship." Horn nodded. "I... have been acting in a way I think is inappropriate." Wait, wait, wait. This was bad, wasn't it? Obviously the way he was acting was inappropriate, but it was also the only way that Freya got to kiss and hug and cuddle with Cass! If Freya lost that, then who knew what would happen?! Freya herself could detect the oncoming attack, like a minotaur rushing towards her, and through their bond, Horn could feel the way her goddess's blood froze. "You are an adult. I'm not denying your maturity. But even an adult can make decisions that are bad for them. They can get addicted to drugs or gambling... and I worry that's your situation with Cass. That you're accepting an unpleasant situation, because you're unwilling to-"

"Flee," Freya said, her voice a soft whisper, spoken into her room, the only other person there being Kenet, on his hands and knees, serving as a foot stool. "Flee before he can finish his thoughts."

"Ah, I should really be going," Horn said, hurriedly, turning.

"Syr," Drake said, his hand going to her arm, arresting her movement.

"Let go of me," Horn snarled, struggling against him with her falna - and he let go after just a fragment of a second. He did have that trait going for him, as a man: he listened to you. Presumably that was how he seduced Cass.

"Syr, running away won't change anything," he said. "I'm not... I'm not doing it any longer. I don't want to hurt you."

"Come back to me," Freya said. "Come back now."

"I have to go, really," Horn said, her feet growing faster as she just left the Hostess.

"Oy," Mia Grand called out. "I said a ten minute break! Not that you were free to go wherever!"

"I think I pushed her, sorry," Drake said, and Horn didn't hear any more of that particular conversation, as she rushed across Orario's streets, headed straight for the Tower of Babel.

By the time she arrived, Kenet had been dismissed from Freya's presence, and Horn was allowed to stand before her goddess. She swallowed and knelt, looking up at the most beautiful woman in the entire world, her eyes lightly glistening. She didn't want to know what her goddess would do, if her love for Cass was truly rendered impossible to act on.

"He thinks he's hurting you," Freya said. "No matter how many times I - we - told him it was fine, no matter how happy we acted, sucking on his cock... he knows there's no love between us."

"I'm sorry, my goddess."

"No, it's good," Freya said. "It's good that you're Syr right now."

"It is?" Horn asked, glancing up at her goddess.

"Yes. Because I can fix things," Freya explained, squatting before her, gently clasping her cheek, perfectly smooth, silky-soft hands brushing against her face as they stared into one another's eyes. "The smaller play is the better one to start with - it can always be revised upwards, should it fail."

"I... don't understand."

"That's quite alright. You don't have to." Freya took a deep breath, and she became infinitely more beautiful, a tiny fragment of her true, ephemeral, divine beauty sliding into this lowly reality, Gekai seeming to shatter in the face of her goddess, like a sliver cut through reality, pages of an old book peeling away to reveal a most perfect sculpture as something more real than reality interposed itself in front of her. Something more beautiful, too. Horn forgot to breathe. "You love Cass. You like Drake, but do not love him. You find him handsome, kind, hard-working, good." All those words became true, like little nails being pounded into her brain, a higher truth interposing itself on the lower one that was all her past experiences. "You hope, perhaps, that you will fall in love with him, because then he won't break things off between the pair of you."

There was a silence, as their eyes continued to meet, as the pitiable, dirty reality was quietly scraped out of her vision by the divine perfection of the woman before each other, incomprehensible thoughts going on in her goddess's keen mind.

"That won't be enough," her goddess said to herself. "You..." She peeled back, and reality snapped into place, a more mundanely beautiful woman squatting before her, Horn's brain able to comprehend more ordinary things. "You want to help me seduce my Cassandra, don't you?" Horn nodded rapidly. "You would do anything for that? For me?" Horn nodded again. Reality unfurled once more as pure beauty overwhelmed her mind.

"You are a cuckquean. Seeing the woman you love being fucked by Drake is humiliating - but that humiliation is arousing. This is a dark fetish you have previously smothered, but now, you finally can recognize it. Accept it. You will tell Drake as much, next time you see him: that you want to watch him fuck Cass. That it gets you off. That you want to watch the woman you love get fucked by a man you like, that that sweet agony is part of what made you suck his cock so many times, part of what made you offer up your body, part of what made you debase yourself for his sexual whims. You will believe this to be the truth, because going forward, it is the truth."

At that, reality snapped shut around her once more, and Horn just let out a breath. Every word that Freya said rolled through her mind, new pathways formed, new connections made. Even knowing that it was her goddess's Charm that had done it, every thought felt like it had always been there. She had always loved Cass, and never been able to admit it to herself, not daring to carry such feelings for her goddess's lover. She had always thought Drake was a good man, and wished she was in love with him, purely so that the situation with him and Cass could be eased. She had always been aroused when she watched him fuck her beloved right in front of her, her lips not allowed to grace so much as Cass's breasts, much less to kiss her sex, not even to clean out his seed.

"Thank you, Horn," her goddess said, lightly patting her cheek. "You may go now."

"Yes, my goddess," Horn said, rising unsteadily to her feet.

* * *

I had decided to stay at the Hostess, just in case Syr came wandering back. Obviously, Mia required I buy something or get out, which was fair enough, so I was seated at a table, being served by Ryu - by this point in my career, I made stupid amounts of money from killing monsters, and the stupid prices of the Hostess of Fertility no longer bothered me nearly so much. I guess that's how the Hostess was so successful despite its prices.

Well, that and the slave labor.

I was nursing some orange juice when Syr came back - and she came straight for my table, sitting down across from me. She took a deep breath as she looked me dead in the eyes. "I want to keep things going like they have been."

"I understand that, but-"

"No, you don't understand," Syr said, pointing at me, her expression serious. "Because I've been pretending this and that and the other... even to myself." She flicked a bit of her hair behind her ear. "I think I'm an emotional masochist. When I see the girl I love with somebody else, it... yes, it's humiliating, but it's also exciting. When I have to get fucked by you, just to delay Cass having sex by a few minutes... gods, it's so hot. Who would do that just for a ten minute delay? It was ridiculous. I can't believe you ever believed it."

"Cass... did not mention this being your opinion, and she's very good at reading people." I was definitely suspicious.

"Like I said, I didn't admit it to myself until now," Syr said. "Cass is very good at reading people, but sometimes she misses things because they're too... I don't know how to put it. Elaborate? Weird? Being able to tell if someone is lying, or to feel out their intentions, isn't the same as being able to know their heart."

I just hummed at that, contemplating what Syr was saying. In another body, I asked Cass what she thought about all this - Cass also seemed surprised by it, but she wasn't nearly as suspicious. She offered to head over to the Hostess and check. It was Cass, so that conversation took quite a bit to get through, by which point Syr had decided to speak up again.

"If you don't believe me..." She puffed up, straightening her spine, raising her chin. "Take me to my bedroom, and fuck me into the bed while telling me that Cass will never, ever love me like I love her." She actually flushed a bit at that. "Tell me that I'll only ever get chaste kisses from Cass, because she's not interested in women. Tell me that I'm a little cuckquean bitch." I was rapidly growing hard from those words, delivered more like Julia might have offered them than, say, Haruhime would have. Underneath the table, I felt her feet begin to slowly climb up my calf, making their winding way up towards my groin. "I know you're a sadist, Drake, even if you're a good person. You enjoy bullying girls, but you wouldn't do it to somebody who wasn't asking for it. Even me, who was asking for it - it wasn't good enough, was it? So let me ask for it like the Black Agony might: please, Drake, bury my face in the pillow and tell me that you're going to let me swap spit with Cass - by making me clean your dick off when you're done with me, then making me watch as Cass gives you loving oral sex. Loving oral sex she'll never give me." My cock twitched desperately in its confinement as she spoke, her foot rubbing softly against it, and she seemed to shift in her own seat with the awkwardness of a girl who was very, very horny.

I hesitated despite that. I was a bit worried she was just faking to keep me around, after all - it was hard to believe she'd reached this conclusion at exactly the same time I'd been ready to break things off. If she was faking, then I'd feel even worse about the relationship than I already had. "Cass is coming over," I told her. She looked confused as to why I was saying that, more than anything else. "I'll... have her check to see if you're being honest."

"I am being honest, Drake," she told me, leaning forward over the table. "Feel my tits. My nipples are scraping against my bra right now. I'm wet for this. The thought of you- nn, doing things to me," she breathed, shifting in her seat, her foot leaving my cock as her hand reached down towards the space between her thighs - then she stopped herself and smiled. "But bring her over. Let her watch me get fucked. I want to look her in the eyes. I want her to sweetly smile as I happily get fucked by somebody else. I want it ground into my head that that sweet, loving girl, who earnestly wants what's best for me, has recognized that what's best for me is being an eternal cuckquean whose beloved will never reciprocate her feelings."

"Drake," Cass said, making me startle as she seemed to appear from nowhere. Syr looked up at her, her smile more sly than anything else. "She's... she isn't... lying," she explained.

"Okay, great." Having just been freed from any moral concerns, I got up from my seat, tossing more than twice the bill so Ryu could have a nice tip, and heading up for Syr's room, the girl herself smiling, a spring in her step as she looked from me to Cass and back again.

Once we were in her bedroom, she stripped naked, and she hadn't been lying - she looked just about drenched down there, her pink nipples perky as she looked at Cass, panting hotly as Cass just blushed and averted her gaze. "Why are you reacting to Cass like that?"

"The girl I love isn't attracted to my body at all," Syr explained, almost whimpering the words out. "Sweet agony," she added, her lips parting softly. "Cass, look at me." Cass brought her gaze to Syr, but her eyes were locked on her eyes, not on her nude body, her lovely pert breasts attracting my attention, the girl herself doing a little pirouette. "You'll never be attracted to me, will you?"

Cass blushed at that, biting her lip. "I don't... know... sorry..."

"Ah, it's alright, Cass," Syr said, stepping up towards Cass, giving her a light peck on the lips. "Your rejection is also sweet bliss, in its own way." She turned her gaze to me. "Drake. Make me miserable and happy all at once. Let pure pleasure and abject humiliation mix together. Make me look Cass in the eyes while you take me."

Syr definitely had my number, with the whole "sadist" thing, because my dick was rock hard and I stripped myself naked inside a fraction of a second, pushing her down onto her back on the bed, spreading her legs, and just shoving myself inside her while hardly giving her the time to squeak. "That's right," I grunted out, reaching for her hair, twisting her head around to make her look at Cass, who had taken a seat on a chair in the room. Cass smiled warmly as Syr's cheeks started to glow. "See her? She's my wife," I practically groaned the words in her ear, and I could feel her pussy pulse with arousal as I spoke, just hilting myself inside her, grinding a bit as I loomed over her. "I took her first time. I'm the only person she's ever had sex with - and since I'll almost certainly live longer than her-" both because she was lightly suicidal, and because I had eleven bodies, "-I'm also the only person she ever will have sex with. Even if she thought you were sexy, she wouldn't ever fuck you without my permission."

At that, Syr actually came, moaning on my cock, fingers clawing at the bed sheets beneath her, her eyes remaining locked on Cass as I remained buried inside her spasming pussy. Hot breaths spilled out of her mouth as she shivered on my dick, her eyes slowly twisting up to meet mine, focusing and unfocusing. "This," she panted out, "is the closest, I'll e~ever, get," she said, her voice becoming lewder, hotter with each passing word.

"That's right," I said, shifting on the bed, corkscrewing her on my cock, twisting her around on the bed so she faced towards Cass, her butt pointed up at me as I got ready to fuck her doggy style. Cass blushed a bit as their eyes met, but she smiled still, reassuring me that I wasn't pushing Syr too far in the degradation department. "Staring the girl you love in the eyes while her husband fucks you," I told her, pumping my hips against hers, making her gasp.

"Ahn, Drake, I'm gluh, glad, you have so ma~any lovers, because it means you luh, learned, to be a sadist, with those other maso, masochists," she got out, fingers squeezing against the sheets as I just fucked her in that position. I wasn't rough or hard, just slow and steady, but she was wet and dripping all over my dick anyway.

I wasn't using Celestial Bliss Trick this time - I wanted to get a proper vibe for Syr's tastes, now that I had some idea what they were, and using the magical power that made you come your brains out no matter what I did would probably hurt that. "You're glad I have so many lovers because you're a cuck," I told her, upping my pace a bit as she gasped and squeaked. "You are a cuckquean, Syr. Say it."

"I'm a cuckquean! I'm a little cuck bitch, Drake! It gets me off to know that when you're duh, done with, me, you're gonna, fuh, fuck Cass instead!" She squealed as she came, hard, on my cock, and I held her up by the hair, forcing her to look Cass in the eyes as my wife flushed.

"That's right," I told her, as I pumped inside her spasming pussy. "But when you say 'instead,' what you mean is that I'm going to fuck Cass - instead of you fucking Cass, right?" She nodded, her voice failing her, and I leaned down, nibbling on her earlobe. "I'm happy to hear that." My fingers sought out her breasts, just playing with them softly as she breathed heavily, barely managing to hold herself upright on her arms, her weight wobbling beneath her. "But there's one problem with your dirty talk."

"Wha, what?" She sputtered out.

"You shouldn't call me Drake. You should call me 'Cass's husband,' or 'the man Cass loves,' or something similar to that. Every time you refer to me, I want you to remind yourself of the fact that you are getting cucked - at least in the bedroom," I added. "You can call me Drake at work."

"Ah, yes, Cass's husband," she said, her pussy tightening up on me even as her orgasm rounded itself out. "Whatever you want, Cass's beloved." Her pussy gave a nice little squeeze at that. "I have to do whatever you say, because otherwise, you'll- you'll cut me off from this," she said. "You're her man. The woman I love, loves you instead. Tell me, Cass! Tell me you love your husband more than me!" Her voice was simultaneously incredibly aroused and yet also full of sincere pleading.

"Um..." Cass swallowed, her cheeks glowing. "I... love Drake... more than you?" She squinted and leaned back, like she expected Syr to get mad, or like you might when you were expecting something to explode in front of you. Instead of that, she got to see Syr come hard on my cock, her pussy spasming around my cock as I held her up by the hair, her arms limply dangling in front of her as a powerful orgasm racked her body, her hips and pussy both twitching flagrantly around on my cock. "I love Drake... lots and lots... but Syr... you're just my friend," Cass said, trying her best to help with Syr's masochistic tendencies, but at the same time being such a sweetie-pie she couldn't get too mean.

Of course, she didn't have to. For Syr, hearing the girl she loved say things like that was apparently pure bliss, because she just moaned and thrashed on my cock as my dick railed inside her. I gestured for Cass to come up towards the bed, and just pulled her into a kiss, making it wet and heavy, my tongue sliding into her mouth. Her cheeks glowed as we made out like that, my hips still pounding at Syr's pussy all the while, the girl in question moaning and twitching.

I only broke off the kiss once Syr was finished coming, enjoying the cute blush and bashful smile on Cass's face. Then I leaned down over Syr. "Do you want an indirect kiss?" I asked her.

"Yes, Cass's husband!" She practically shouted the words out, grasping my cheeks in either hand, pulling me into a forceful, hungry kiss, just shoving her tongue into my mouth, trying to scoop out Cass's spit. I let her, enjoying the way her pussy quivered on my cock in response to what was happening, one hand sliding along her stomach down towards her clit, starting to play with it as I fucked her.

Cass spoke up at that point. "Sorry, Syr... I think Drake... is sexier than you... and I love him more... when I almost... died... I felt bad... because it hurt Drake... but not because it... hurt you..." I was worried that Cass had overstepped boundaries with that - those words were particularly real, in a way my dirty talk hadn't quite been - but Syr responded by coming hard on my dick, moaning happily into my mouth as I kept making out with her.

When Syr's orgasm finished, I pulled out of her pussy and let her collapse onto the bed as I broke off the kiss with her. She just flopped, prone, onto the mattress, and I turned my gaze to Cass, who was blushing cutely as I considered her. "The only way you'll ever see Cass naked is if I'm there, either fucking her or about to," I told Syr, though my gaze was on Cass, my hands quickly moving to strip her naked. Syr whimpered, one hand sliding down towards her pussy, actually starting to masturbate at that point, her hips grinding into her hand as she watched me strip her crush naked right in front of her.

"Ahm, fuck her, fuck your wife, Cass, fuck your husband, ah," Syr panted out, looking positively delirious with lust as I got Cass properly naked.

For my part, I turned Cass around so I was behind her, hefting her up by the thighs, spreading her legs and pointing my dick at her slit as I moved in front of Syr. The young girl stared up at the show, moaning softly as I teased my dick against her entrance.

"Put it in... Drake... hubby..." Cass said quietly, her cheeks glowing. "She wants... to watch... it's okay... she'll be... happier..."

At that, I started to push my cock, inch by inch, into Cass's wet sex, Syr whimpering with raw lust and desire as she watched my cock slowly vanish into the other woman's pussy. "Cass's husband..." she breathed out to herself, giving me quite the show as her frantic masturbation on the bed got harder, looking like she was dry-humping the mattress as she fingerfucked herself, my cock entirely wedging itself inside Cass in short order. "She loves her husband more than me..." she continued, eyes unfocusing as she watched me start to bounce Cass on my cock, her gaze not so much on the point of entrance, or Cass's tits, but instead on Cass's face. "Ah, ahn, fuck, fuck!" She squealed as she came, hard, on her hand, moaning and thrashing on the bed in front of me.

"You're... a little... cuck bitch..." Cass said, her cheeks glowing as she spoke, and then I kissed her fiercely on the lips, while Syr just moaned and came her brains out on the bed. Even though I wasn't fucking her any more, she still came more than Cass did, and I felt a lot better about our relationship.

Obviously, if Cass somehow started feeling sexual attraction to Syr, then I wouldn't hate doing some more intimate threesomes - but at this point, I wasn't even sure if Syr would prefer that, given how hard she was coming.

* * *

Freya laid on her bed, her sweat-slick body sticky in the afterglow of a quite powerful orgasm. In between her legs, Kenet peeled back his lips, looking quite proud of himself. "Did I do good, my goddess?" He asked, his voice more nervous than anything else. "You seemed to come... harder than usual." That was true, in that she hadn't faked that particular orgasm, but it really had nothing to do with Kenet himself.

"Mm, yes," she lied. "I, ah, need a moment. Go fetch me some cold water," she ordered, and the man skittered out of the bedroom in a rush.

The orgasm was sympathetic, carried through the bond between her and Horn. The intensity of Horn's arousal had combined with modest stimulation of Kenet's incompetent cunnilingus to drive her to an orgasm. It was no more than that.

She laid there, staring up at the ceiling. Cass's words resounded in her head, simultaneously cruel and sweet, spoken by the gentlest girl in the world yet utterly sadistic. An empathetic girl attempting to satisfy an emotional masochist's desires.

"You're... a little... cuck bitch."

A little shiver ran down her spine at the memory of those words leaving Cass's lips.

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