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Noriko had one arm cradled around the back of Theodore's head, holding him to her breast. She had most certainly fulfilled Drake's promise of becoming obscenely busty after her pregnancy - her tits were actually larger than Rei's, who had decided to 'let her have it,' citing the fact that Noriko ate pussy like a champ. Noriko was glad that her hard work as top wife had paid off, as she wanted to have the biggest breasts, which was appropriate for the top wife to have.

Theodore was very cute, and he was sucking on her teat very hard. She wondered if he would be a 'tit man,' like his father, or a 'flattie lover,' like his grandfather. She hoped he would be a tit man, as her grandfather had been very cruel to her mother because her tits had gotten large. However, as long as he was kind to whatever girl(s) he wound up marrying, Noriko would support him. She hoped that he inherited the kindness of his father, and not the cruelty of his grandfather.

Theodore finally popped his lips off her breast, halfway cradling the large thing with his little hands. "Are you full, Theodore?" Being a baby, he just let out an incoherent noise, and she quietly laid him down in his crib, where he quickly drifted off to sleep. According to Drake, most babies were much worse behaved than Theodore and Tatsuya, who were unusually well-behaved babies because she and her mother were Hentalians rather than ordinary humans. She believed him, as he was normally honest and correct. She was glad that her babies would be so well-behaved, because it meant that she and Drake would be able to spend more time together having lovey-dovey creampie sex.

Her thoughts went back to her mother at that point. It was good that Drake was good to her mother, but her mother was not very confident about her breasts (unlike Noriko, who was both confident and proud). This was because her previous husband and Noriko's father had been a cruel brute who gave her a complex about them. It was certainly not due to any lack of trying on Drake's part.

She had a sudden thought about how she could help improve her mother's feelings about her breasts, and practically ran (though not actually) over to find her husband to make the suggestion to him.

* * *

At Noriko's suggestion, we were in the master bedroom in Setsuko's home - the same bed that she used to sleep with her husband in. Theodore and Tatsuya were being watched by another one of my bodies, with Rei on standby if they needed any breastfeeding. Another Rei had decided to come along to watch the 'hot-ass' show that Noriko was planning, and even offered some extra assistance, stroking me off with a minor infusion of divine puissance: "It should get extra fucking big once you get going, so it's like you're super aroused, stud."

That's why I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my cock out, Rei naked behind me and pressing her tits into my back, pillows and blankets laid out on the floor for Noriko and Setsuko both. "Now, mother," Noriko began. "At this point, we are going to take off our tops, and our bras, showing off our big, fat, mommy milkers to Drake," she explained, and Setsuko blushed at that.

"Ah... okay," Setsuko said, nodding along as she grasped the bottom of her shirt. She offered me a quick little smile before pulling it off, revealing lovely creamy flesh, and delicious, full curves. She reached behind her, fumbling for a few seconds to loosen her bra, letting out a pant as her breasts were let free, looking even larger out of her bra than inside it. "H-here they are, Drake," Setsuko said, nervously fidgeting before eventually just rotating her hips a bit, her tits bouncing side to side, jiggling sexily.

"Yes, here they are, darling," Noriko said, reaching up for her own breasts, hefting them up as if to display them to me. She was almost a foot shorter than her mother, so they made quite the pair, showing off their breasts like that, and I fished out my cock.

"So fuckin' hot," Rei breathed. "Where's my hot sluts with huge tits?"

"In the mirror," I told her, and she let out a snort at that. "Plus, I know Noriko eats you out a ton." I turned my attention back to the Iwakari women. "You both look absolutely beautiful, by the way."

Setsuko flushed cutely, smiling nervously, while Noriko simply nodded in agreement. "Yes. We are both very beautiful women. Now, mother, we are going to kneel," she explained.

"Oh! Okay," Setsuko agreed, descending to her knees in front of me. "Are we going to do a double blowjob, sweetie?"

Noriko shook her head. "No. We are going to do a 'double titfuck,' wherein we mush our large breasts into one another, and into Drake's cock, in order to give him pleasure. In fact, we are not going to use our mouths at all, other than to express our affection for our husband," she explained, and my cock throbbed and pulsed in the air at that.

"You should mention how great I am, too," Rei said. "Because I'm fucking amazing. I'm breastfeeding your babies right now."

"Let's focus on them, Rei," I said, and she let out an exaggeratedly loud and long sigh. "I've been looking forward to this, ever since Noriko explained the idea to me," I told Setsuko, whose flush grew brighter at that, this tiny smile on her lips, her eyes looking up at me uncertainly. She swallowed, and my cock once more throbbed in the air... then Noriko grabbed her mother's upper arm.

"Mother, please wrap your big fat mommy milkers around Drake's cock, to massage his hard length with them," Noriko urged, and Setsuko leaned in to do exactly that, her cheeks glowing hard enough that the flush ran down to the tops of her gorgeous breasts. I just twitched in her bosom, my cock frantically throbbing as her hands gingerly wrapped around her tits, her breathing getting a bit heavier as she applied some pressure to my cock.

For my part, it felt truly fantastic, and my cock swelled inside her breasts, making her let out a soft noise of surprise, eyes widening as she glanced down to see my cock getting an extra inch bigger inside her breasts, poking up from her tits. "Oh my, Drake, you're extra hard today," she said, idly licking her lips. She started to lean down, but Noriko stopped her.

"Mother, remember, we are not using our mouths for sucking cock, but for praising our husband. We are both going to be wrapping our big fat mommy milkers around Drake's cock, so continue to massage it so it can get even bigger."

"Oh, yes," Setsuko agreed, starting to get more active with the work of her hands on her breasts, squishing them into my cock pleasantly, making me just lean back and sigh, fingers digging into the bed on either side of me. "You really do enjoy paizuri, hmm, Drake?" She asked, her eyes smiling up at me as she inquired.

"I definitely do," I told her.

"He goddamn loves it," Rei agreed. "One time I gave him a sextuple titfuck as a present. If titfucks could get a bitch pregnant, he'd do nothing but them."

"I would definitely do other things," I said. I reached down for Setsuko's breasts, fingers gently teasing her very perky nipples - and she promptly came, biting her lip and fluttering her eyelashes as she strained not to make too much noise. The pleasure for me intensified, as her hands pushed her tits tight on automatic. I just groaned, my cock throbbing inside of her breasts, seeming to expand in sheer size, and her nipples started to leak - and then squirt, from the pressure on her breasts as a whole, splashes of milk hitting my thigh as she came like that.

"Ahh, fuck, that's so fuckin' hot," Rei breathed into my ear. "Look at those fat tits. Fuck. Those fat tits don't belong to Goro any more, thanks to you and me," she said, grinding herself against my back. "They belong to you, and you can properly appreciate them. Look at all that milk. You're leaving Tatsuya's food all over the bed."

"I'm surprised you didn't come alongside Setsuko," I whispered by way of reply, as Setsuko recovered from her orgasm, softly panting.

"I'm edging, duh." I was honestly surprised by that, as at no point in our relationship prior to that moment had I the slightest idea that Rei was capable of edging, or even trying not to come. "Plus we're doing something nice for the wifey, so I can't just be coming my brains out. Noriko's my pussy-eater too, y'know," she noted.

"Yes, I do eat Rei's pussy, as is my duty as top wife," Noriko said. She looked at her mother, then down at my cock. "It is time for us to give a double paizuri, mother," she declared, giving no more explanation than that before she grabbed her tits and mashed them into her mother's from the opposite side.

Setsuko retreated, but gently, until their tits were pressed up against one another from opposite sides of my cock, my dick still slowly ballooning between them. Setsuko let out a hot breath of surprise, her gaze down on the tip. "It's still getting larger, Drake? Is it- is it alright?" She didn't remove her hands from her tits despite her obvious concern.

"It's great," Rei reassured her. "It's just your tits making his dick that big. Yours and Noriko's. Drake's a real tit man. He loves those fat breasts of yours. So do I, by the way, they're fucking great-looking," Rei noted, licking her lips. "Soft and jiggly and huge and gravity-defying, absolutely obscene tits right out of a hentai." Setsuko blushed at that, ducking her head just a mite as the glow reached down to the tops of her breasts.

"Yes," I said, agreeing with Rei. "My cock is absolutely fine. I really love you and Noriko's breasts." Setsuko bit her lip hesitantly. "If I didn't, I could have had Rei make them smaller."

"I'd tell you no," Rei said. I just grabbed her head and pulled her into a kiss, slipping my tongue forcefully into her mouth as I made out with her. I could feel her nipples grow sharper against my back, and knew she currently had a Hentalian-style tongue - one that could come from kissing. It didn't take too much work to make her come right into my mouth, given the fact that she was my wife and - thanks to our multiple bodies and her being an obscene horndog - we had probably fucked more than most old married couples.

"I'm sure I'd come up with some way to convince you," I told her, as she panted in the air next to me. My hands reached down for Setsuko and Noriko, running along their heads, petting them softly, finding the spot between their shoulder blades and just squishing them tighter around my cock with a modest application of force. My dick pulsed and grew larger again, and Noriko promptly came from the pressure on her tits, her own milk squirting out against Setsuko's breasts, some splashing all around in seemingly random directions, some dribbling down onto their knees or the floor.

It was sweet ecstasy for me, the sensation of Noriko's vibrating tits against my cock, the lewd expression on her face - parted lips and pink cheeks - and Setsuko's own breasts working at my cock, staring at my dick, wondering if it would get even bigger soon enough. She started to lean forward towards the tip, tongue stretching out - and Noriko stopped her. "No licking, breasts only, mother," she slurred out - and luckily, Blue Vervain Binding made her comprehensible to her mother, who blushed and stopped.

"Yeah," Rei agreed. "Tits only. No licking. Final destination. Drake's gonna come all over your tits, and he's gonna blow a big, fat, huge load," she said, grinding her tits into my back as she spoke, hotly panting as she stared down at the scene. "Fuck. Fuck, titfucks are so goddamn hot, it's tits and dicks, the two sexiest parts of the body," she declared, licking her lips. Setsuko blushed brighter at that. "If God's real, how come he didn't make it so titfucks got girls pregnant, huh?" She asked, seeming more talking to herself than anybody else. "Setsuko, work his cock harder, you're pretty much just sitting there," she declared.

Her overwhelming energy was enough to get Setsuko moving, starting to really grind her fingers into her own breasts, bouncing her upper body up and down. "Is this good, Drake?" She asked, as milk occasionally dripped out of her nipples and onto the floor. "Am I doing it right? I-I know I'm not experienced with titfucks," she admitted.

"It's good," I told her. "It's great. Your breasts feel so nice."

"Yes, our breasts feel very nice on Drake's cock, that is why he is so hard," Noriko said, pressing her tits into my cock with truly excessive levels of energy. Both women worked together, hard, to grind their tits into my dick - and soon enough, they came again. This time, Noriko came first, but the intensification of the pressure on her own breasts made Setsuko come too, the gorgeous older woman just moaning happily in reply. Rei also started coming at that point, obviously having hooked into one, or the other, or both's senses at some point, just grinding against my back as her hands molested my chest hungrily.

It was enough to put me over the edge, and I came, hard, copious amounts of thick spunk flying out of my dick, splashing both women on the face, but mostly depositing itself atop their breasts. Rei had obviously once again increased my loads, but I didn't much mind, especially with the expression Setsuko wore as I just gushed out fountains of cum, her eyes wide with surprise at the sheer quantity even as she herself came - and when she came down, I was still coming, and she was still startled, just staring at my dick as it sprayed.

All three girls finished their own orgasms before me, shifting from spasming pressure to gentle massages, with Noriko staring up at my face, uncaring when spunk splattered her features, while Setsuko just stared at my dick in happy wonder. When I was finally done coming, Rei spoke up. "You two should clean each other's tits off, you made a huge mess of milk and cum," she declared.

Noriko did as Rei suggested, pulling her breasts back and then leaning into Setsuko's tits, her tongue slithering around happily. Setsuko squirmed, not letting go of my cock in the valley of her breasts as her daughter worked away. "Ah, this is, hmm, nn, my, oh," she got out, squirming before me in semi-coherent pleasure as her daughter worked. "It is a tad, oh, I suppose it's fine," she said.

"Yes," Noriko said, idly wiping her lips, having cleaned her mother off, Setsuko's tits now shiny with spit. "Now it is your turn, mother. Please clean my breasts and face so we can continue to give Drake titfucks. You are licking up your husband's cum, so it is all fine."

Setsuko blushed, glanced at me for approval - I nodded - and then leaned nervously forward, licking up her daughter's tits, keeping my cock in her breasts all the while as Noriko shifted her breasts this way and that to let Setsuko clean them without moving. When both women were cleaned up, well - I was still hard, so they went right back to titfucking me.

* * *

Cass held the man's knife in her gauntleted hand, staring him dead in the eyes from behind her mask. He swallowed. "I - I thought you was a myth," he said.

"No," she replied - then twisted her body around his, giving him a carotid restraint to knock him unconscious safely. He soon passed out in her arms, and she landed on her back, rolling over to deposit him back on the ground, hand collecting some short ropes she had prepared.

His allies drew their own low-quality weapons, ready to attack her, but her armor could handle the strength of people without fall-nas. The thump of a weapon resounded from behind her, and she spared a glance back, seeing that Filvis had struck both the men in the shins, knocking them to the ground. Filvis had two bodies at the moment, one wearing a rabbit mask, the other wearing a dog mask. With casual ease, she kicked away their weapons, and drew their arms behind them to bind them as well.

Cass smiled behind her mask. Filvis was... doing better. Helping other people... made guilt better. Easier. Drake would probably say... Helping people is good for you. Like medicine.

They took the three would-be thugs to the Ganesha familia.

* * *

Drake looked guilty, ever since he saved Tel-skuur-uh. It was... not good. He should feel happy, because he did a good thing, but instead he felt guilty. She knew he had a bunch of new wives. Maybe that was what was making him feel guilty? He really wanted to be a good husband, all the time... if there were a bunch of new wives, maybe he was struggling to make them happy.

He was taking Cass out to watch a ballet, and they were in a high-up, private balcony to watch, but she wanted... to talk about the thing... so she gently took hold of his hand. "Drake..." He looked at her, his attention immediate and complete. "Um... you look... guilty..."

He let out a sigh at that, almost sinking into his seat. His gaze turned back towards the ballet, but just so that he didn't have to look at Cass for a second. "I did something bad. Really bad."

He meant something like... he had killed someone. Maybe not literally killed someone, but that kind of bad thing. Not the kind of bad thing she had been thinking, where he had not been having enough sex with one of his wives. "Oh." Cass stared at him. "Are you going to do it again?"

"I sure as fuck hope not," he replied.

"Then..." She squeezed his hands. "Just be... better. You did something... really good, in Tel-skuu-ra... so... doing something bad... I believe you... did it... for a good reason."

"You believe in me too much, Cass," he said, leaning back. She just quietly stared at him, waiting for his next word. "I could fix it... but... well, things would get worse... a lot worse."

"Then... don't... you, um..." she paused. She had been about to suggest that he accept the bad thing to avoid a bigger bad thing... but she would never do that to herself, and Drake was like her in that way. "No, um... fix it. Then... fix the worse... stuff. Or- fix the worse stuff... then fix it."

He clearly thought about it, staring in silence forward at the ballet, her hands still wrapped around one of his. "I don't... think I can," he said, at last.

"Okay." She leaned into him. "You're... still... good, Drake..." He let out a small sigh at that, and she felt bad.

He only even came to the ballets for her. He found things he enjoyed about them, but... he was here for her. He was feeling bad. He couldn't fix the thing that was making him feel bad. She should find something that would make him feel good...

She did the first thing that came to mind, slinking down onto her knees in front of him and pulling down his pants, his hard cock popping out. He looked down at her in surprise - then suppressed a groan as she wrapped her lips around his tip, licking and flicking at his slit, watching his expression to figure out exactly what to do to make him feel good.

She slid down his length, wrapping her lips slowly, inch by inch, around more and more of his cock. She licked at it as she moved, and Drake just leaned back in his seat, his lips a thin line as he tried not to make any noise. Some girls wouldn't like that, but she didn't mind. She could see in the way his neck muscles tensed, the way his fingers tightened on his chair's arm rests, that he absolutely loved what her mouth was doing to his cock, so she didn't need him to be noisy and verbalize everything.

Plus, she didn't really want people looking at them and seeing her down here. She liked when Drake looked at her... but not when other men did.

She was wrapped around the base of his cock, and even as he just quietly stared at her, straining not to make any noise... she could tell what he wanted. He wanted to hear her talk. Thanks to that magic thing, she could talk to him, even like this. "I love you, Drake," she told him, his dick twitching as she let out mumbled noises around his length. "I love you. You're good. Maybe you aren't perfect, but you're good. Okay?"

"Okay," he breathed out, a hiss more than anything else, one hand reaching down for her head, not to grip it, but to pet her. "I love you too, Cass. I love you so much." She smiled up at him with her eyes, slowly sliding back on his cock, tongue slithering back and forth as she moved.

"I know." He let out a quiet, restrained little groan at that, his fingers resisting the urge to grip her head tightly, just continuing to softly pet her. One of the many ways he quietly showed he loved her. "Just forget about anything but this. Just focus on my blowjob. I love you. I want you to just focus on me. Just look at me. Just think about me." She slid down his cock at that point, her tongue dancing happily along the underside of his length as she took him to the base again.

His eyes were completely focused on her, as she once more took him all the way to the base - but not just on her face. Also on her butt, where it stuck out a bit as she knelt in front of him. She quietly shifted her position, experience and a falna letting her raise her butt, giving him a better view. His cock twitched and throbbed in her mouth, his gaze contemplating her ass. "Do you want to fuck me?" She asked, not removing her lips from the base of his cock, the slurred nonsense mumbles serving to better stimulate him inside her throat.

"Nnnot here," he got out, and she nodded in response, making him twitch. "When- when we get home, though, I want... to do it from behind." His voice was strained, and she liked that. Liked the way he struggled to keep himself steady as she blew him. She smiled around his cock, sliding gently back up, and his hand left her head, going down to her breasts, caressing one in either hand through her dress. Saliva dribbled down out of her mouth as she stared up at him, taking in a few breaths, then sliding back down his length.

"We can do it in whatever position." Normally they did it face-to-face, since that meant she could see his face, but if he wanted something special, she would do it for him. "I don't mind. I want you to feel good, Drake. I love you and want you to be happy. Okay?"

Once more, there was a strained "Okay." This time, she responded by starting to pump her face on his cock, just pounding her mouth wetly up and down, bits of saliva speckling the floor, her chin, his thighs, as she rammed up and down his cock like that. She just facefucked herself on his cock, fingers caressing his thighs, using them to help balance herself as she pounded her lips up and down.

She tried to offer him her best, most reassuring dirty talk, without necessarily reminding him of why she was giving it to him. "I love you so much, Drake. You're so kind, to everybody you meet. You have so much love to give, and I am so happy to be one of the people you choose to give it to. You are so kind, and generous, and sweet," she told him, her words slurred as she pounded her mouth up and down his cock, just going absolutely crazy. "I know I would still have fallen for you, even if Venus had never been involved. I love you, Drake."

It was to those words that Drake came, groaning and casting his head back. She peeled back, letting him deposit his cum on her tongue - that was his favorite spot - and she waited until every last droplet was resting in her mouth before popping off, showing him what she'd gotten before swallowing. "That was... good, right?" She asked him.

"It was great," he told her, the honest truth, gently petting her as she tucked his cock away.

He did like it... but he didn't feel much better about his guilt. She didn't know if she could fix that. But she did know she wanted to, at least, do something nice for him. Nicer than just a blowjob, which he got plenty of anyway... she'd come up with something.

* * *

"You... like Drake... right?"

Those words echoed in Filvis's head, as she held the lacy bra in front of her. Cass had said that she would 'arrange' for Drake to spend time with Filvis. That they could go on whatever date Filvis wanted. That Drake was feeling down, and that maybe offering her body to him would make him happy.

She swallowed at that thought, icy blood flowing to her cheeks. Offering her body to Drake... he would just be disgusted with her, wouldn't he?

But Cass knew how people felt, just by looking at them...

She took the bra and grabbed a matching set of panties, heading into the changing room to make sure they fit.

If Drake would really not be repulsed by a loathsome, terrible person like her... then she would do whatever she could to make him feel better. Someone as good, and kind, and gentle, and thoughtful as him... he... he deserved whatever he wanted, and if he wanted her, then...

Icy blood ran to her cheeks at that thought, making her flush some alien shade of pink. Her hands went to her face as she looked at herself in the mirror.

If he wanted her, she reminded herself.

If he wanted her.

She didn't know he wanted her. She shouldn't be so presumptuous. Even if Cass thought so, even Cass could be wrong.

Still, there was the hint of a smile on her lips that she couldn't simply will away.

* * *

Filvis hadn't had any better ideas for a 'date' than simply going into the Dungeon alongside Drake. Since he was a Level Seven - and she was about as strong as one, when in a single body - they both quickly made their way deep, deep into the Dungeon, in part using Knossos to make their way very deep, very quickly. Even then, one had to go truly deep to find monsters that could stand up against a Level Seven, so their travels downwards mostly consisted of killing a few dozen monsters that a given floor could throw at them, then the Dungeon withdrawing its malice for a while.

Unfortunately, the absolute last person she even wanted to see was down there.

Irene Belserion was standing in front of a rather large dragon that this floor had clearly spat out, and she had equally clearly killed. There was the trace of a frown on her lips, as the pair of them came into view, looking at the beast before her, one blood-soaked hand still wrapped tight around her staff. She looked otherwise pristine.

Of course she did.

No ordinary monster from the Thirty-Fourth Floor could stand up against the Red Dragon herself.

Her head swiveled as she heard the pair, looking right at them despite the distance, and her lips curled into a smile. "Oh! Filvy, Drake," she said, waving at them pleasantly. There was a mouse that peeked its head up out of a pack on Irene's waist, and its eyes had intelligence far beyond an ordinary mouse's in them.

Inwardly, she apologized to whoever that creature was.

She had been the one to bring the Red Dragon here.

"Ah, hello," Drake said, waving back at her and approaching. Filvis had no real choice but to follow. "I'm surprised to see you again. It's been a while since we met, Irene."

"Yes. I've been enjoying a thrilling journey through the Dungeon," Irene said, a pleasant smile on her lips that gave no hint of what sort of monster Drake was standing right in front of. Filvis wanted to curl into a ball, tuck her tail between her legs, and just whimper with her hands over her face. "I'm curious as to what brings you here?"

"Ah..." Drake wore a lopsided smile. "I'm afraid it's a date."

"A date?" Irene looked at Filvis, letting out a laugh. "Is it now?" She paused. "I have to ask you something, Drake. Did she admit to you all her... myriad sins?"

Filvis wanted to turn tail and run. Drake just nodded. "She did."

"Trying to kill your beloved?"

"She did. It was said beloved who forgave her."

"Killing her familia's captain?"

"Yes. I'm... surprised she told you," Drake admitted.

"Oh, we have quite the relationship of trust, isn't that right, Filvy, dear?"

Filvis swallowed. "Y-yes. She's, ahm, she's sort of... a mentor to me... an elder sister, I guess..."

Irene laughed at that, getting the intended second meaning. "True, true. Ahh. Do you want to join me on my journey deeper into the Dungeon?"

"Like I said, this is a date," Drake said, gingerly taking Filvis's hand. He was touching her directly. Well, no, she was wearing gloves, but he had touched her, even knowing what a wretched thing she was. She swallowed, feeling cold blood circulate around her face. "Thank you for the offer, though."

"Oh? But you have all those wives, surely you have to take more than one on a date at a time, no?"

"I have multiple bodies," Drake said, his voice getting testier. Filvis was unable to speak, both to the overpowering presence of Irene, and also the fact that Drake was holding her hand. She almost wished she wasn't wearing gloves, but maybe he would have been too disgusted to hold her hand in that situation? "If you really would like to go out, you can just come to the Loki or Hestia headquarters, I almost always have a body at one or the other."

Irene smiled mirthlessly at that, nodding. "Very well. I may just take you up on that." She idly twirled her staff, blood flying up into the air. Filvis didn't even flinch as it landed on her. "Oh, sorry, Filvy," Irene said. "I'm such a klutz." She spared a glance over at Drake, then bowed her head slightly. "I can tell I'm not wanted, so farewell."

Drake drew Filvis back with him, not saying a word as he kept a tight hold on her hand, dragging her up an entire two floors before he said a thing to her. "Filvis," he said. "You seemed... scared of Irene."

"She's... very powerful," Filvis said. "She just... enjoys teasing me." She didn't want to tell him the truth and have him get himself killed. "It's alright."

"It clearly isn't. You shouldn't..." He trailed off, then paused, licking his thumb and rubbing a bit of blood off her cheek. He was touching her, directly, skin to skin. "I understand that you think she's scary," Drake said, handsome lips softly intoning word after word, "so I'm not asking you to be brave talking to her, or stand up to her, or anything like that." He was so close to her, she could feel his warm breaths against her cold skin. "But I do want you to know that you don't have to be scared talking to me-mf!"

She surprised him - and herself, to be frank - by just grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss, forcefully mashing her lips into his. He tasted wonderfully soft and sweet and delicious and perfect and her tongue just went wild as she relished the intimacy, the closeness, the warmth of his body. His own hands responded to her sudden, forceful grab by gently wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into him, cradling her like a lover.

Lip popped off lip, and she was left staring hopelessly at his face. He'd definitely complain now that her lips had left his. She was cold. She was a corpse. She hadn't told him what she really was, the reanimated corpse of a worthless woman. A monster in truth, not just in metaphor.

"You're cold," he said, but he didn't look disgusted - on the contrary, he planted both hands on her cheeks, making her positively glow as blood ran to her face. "Are you sick?"

"No. Just cold," she breathed, unable to admit what she was, even here, even now. Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes. She was such a worthless person-

He kissed her again, even more forcefully this time, holding his lips up against hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth. She let out a breath into his mouth, her thoughts turning into a gibbering nonsense mush as he kissed her like that.

He shifted his hold on her when he broke off the kiss. "Let's go to the surface," he said, and she nodded quietly. "Would you like to come to my room?"

Her cheeks glowed - and she nodded.

* * *

"Fuck, dude," Rei said, her voice breathless, "you gotta creampie her and knock her the fuck up. Twin pregnancies."

"If I knocked her up, then I would be honor-bound to let you watch."

"Yeah? That's the point? Doy? Fuck, she's a lesbian duplicator. Now, uh, don't get me wrong, you have a rockin' body but part of the reason I'm fine with the one-dick thing is that girls are hotter than guys. Anyway, duplicators like us are 100% the best at sex. She's got a crappy halfsies version of our power, but still. Double blowjob from the same chick. Eatin' out the ass and the front."

"What about her pleasure?" I pointed out, and before Rei could say what she was obviously about to - Who cares? - I shook my head. "No, the cold thing. Why do you think that is?"

"Dunno. Alise is room temperature. Maybe she's got the same thing going on, but she remembers stuff better?"

"Ah. Yeah. That probably fits best," I agreed. "It explains how she killed Shiva after Dionysus's death." I'd initially figured she had actually been in the familia of some other god, since apparently Dionysus loved doing weird catspaw crap like that.

"Yeah," Rei agreed. "So, what are you going to do to this hot-to-trot bisexual elf with the woobie vibes of Haruhime but also she's a duplicator."

"I'll probably fuck her nice and lovingly."

"Ohhh my God, dude," she said, rolling her eyes at me. "You could do anything to this bitch and she'd thank you for it. She needs to get roughly and selfishly fucked until she doesn't feel guilty any more. Besides, you can just do that CBT thing."

"Please don't call it the 'CBT' thing. It makes it sound like cock and ball torture." She giggled at that. "Anyway, sex is about more than just chasing orgasms, it's also about intimacy and connection." Rei began pretending to snore as if she had fallen asleep. I just rolled my eyes. "I'm not knocking her up, and you can't watch direct."

"Fi~ine," Rei whined. "I'm gonna get my pussy eaten SO HARD when that Ketra chick shows up, and I'm NOT gonna share, though."

"She's a lesbian, so that makes sense."

Rei just stuck her tongue out at me.

* * *

Filvis hesitated for a moment at the threshold to Drake's room. She didn't deserve this. She should tell him no, stop, she deserved to be miserable, not to find happiness, especially not with a man as good as him-

He tugged her inside before she could say any such thing, almost making her fall with the sheer force he put into it. He all but threw her down onto the bed, hopping atop her and looking down at her, leaning down to kiss her on the lips.

She let him. She didn't stop him. If he really wanted her... wanted her body... then she'd give it to him. It was the least she could do.

He pulled up her dress as he kissed her, and she found her own gloved hands start peeling back his shirt, feeling up his chiseled, muscled, handsome chest, the one she'd first seen when he was fucking Erza, the buxom redhead's tits bouncing with each thrust... he was so handsome, so capable, and he had so many other, better, kinder lovers than her, like Cass or Erza or the Black Agony. If he didn't have multiple bodies, there was no way that she'd even be good enough to use as a masturbation aid.

Despite that, he broke off the kiss - but only so that both of them could take off one another's tops. Her dress, his shirt, leaving him naked from the waist up, her wearing just a black lace bra. His eyes devoured her, a smile on his lips as he contemplated her nude body, looking at her in that ravenous way that a man looks at a woman. Her cheeks felt hot as he drank in her nearly-naked body. "You look good," he told her, his eyes sliding down her stomach towards her sex.

She opened her legs. "D-do what you want," she stammered out. She had no idea what she was doing in the bedroom, and at this point, he may very well have been the most sexually experienced man in all Orario... but really, she said that because she didn't deserve to enjoy the sex, and he did.

"What I want," he said, stroking her cheek with one hand, fingertips running up her ear to tease it just so, "is for you to really enjoy yourself, Filvis. Is there anything you like?" She shook her head. She didn't know one quarter about what she liked. "Alright. We'll start off with easy, normal, boring stuff, and you can tell me if there's anything you want to change," he told her, almost licking her ear with how close he was to it - then he did, in fact, start to nibble at it.

With his hands, he unlatched her bra, and she dutifully let him take it off, feeling as inadequate up top as she was on the inside. Then he peeled her panties down, exposing her sex to open air, while he just kept nibbling on her ear. Soon enough, his cock was out, too, and her gaze fell on it, her eyes seeming to unfocus for a moment as she contemplated the thing.

It would be inside her.

A man would be inside her.

A good man would be inside her.

She shivered as she felt the tip rub against her lower lips, like a kiss more intimate than the previous one. Drake's hands - powerful, strong hands - gripped her hips, holding her in place as he ground his way inside her. Inch by inch, he claimed her sex as his own, added her as another notch on his bedpost, another screw, another woman. Certainly, he couldn't think of her as worthy of being his bride, not with everything she'd done to him.

He was just being nice. He was the sort of man to fuck you just because you liked him - otherwise, no doubt, he would have fewer lovers than he did.

She felt his hand slide across his stomach, fingers eventually trailing their way down to her sex, finding her clit. Teasing it. Making her gasp at the touch, the suddenness of it, the precision. He rolled his fingertips around, this way and that, fast and slow, gentle and hard - and eventually he found this soft, rotating motion that felt so much better than when she did it herself.

She gasped for air like a fish on dry land, empty lungs heaving with false exertion as he pushed ever deeper. She hoped the chill of her sex was pleasant rather than awful for him... no, there was no chance of that. "Sorry I'm cold," she breathed out, as she felt him hilt inside her.

"It's nice," he told her, his voice soothing as his fingers ran across her bare skin, casually playing with her breast as he continued to play her clit with the absolute skill of an obscenely skilled lover. "Interesting. You're tight, too. You feel like you haven't loosened up at all."

"Sorry," she said- and he kissed her on the lips at that, pressing his lips down against hers, claiming her mouth. He wanted to shut her up. To stop listening to her pity party. His cock inside her slid back and forth, now, slowly grinding its way inside her. He was taking his time with her, lavishing her with attention, because that was the sort of man he was: gentle, kind, powerful. Nice even to those (like herself) who didn't deserve it. He probably wasn't even enjoying himself.

* * *

Whatever was going on with Filvis's body, it meant her pussy was obscenely tight. I was honestly worried I was hurting her, but she was responding only with noises of pleasure as I pushed inside. It felt fantastic, hilting myself in there.

The chill was an odd thing at first, for sure, but she was only room temperature, so it didn't take too long for the whole area to start heating up around my cock, my body's warmth bleeding into hers. At that point, it was like I was fucking the tightest pussy ever. Maybe the tightest asshole ever, even, with how much her inner walls wrapped around me. I moved slow to avoid coming too quickly, just because she felt so damn good.

Part of me wanted to reach up to pluck that strand of Fate, to just make her come like crazy, but I wanted her to enjoy this as a proper lover - even if I was moving slowly, the intimacy of the kiss was still nice, our tongues dancing together. I only broke off the kiss when my lungs started to burn, and she certainly didn't seem bothered, not even breathing heavily as she looked up at me with big doe eyes full of love. My cock twitched at the way she stared up at me, loving and worshipful. It was close to Haruhime, but Haruhime didn't have near the same level of hero worship regarding me as Filvis - probably, in part, thanks to Telling the Truth Technique's unfortunate application way back then.

Given the way Filvis was looking at me, maybe it was for the best. Haruhime was already enough of a bundle of complexes without her thinking I was perfect.

"Is there anything you'd like to do, Filvis?" I asked her, continuing to just roll my fingertips gingerly around her clit. "A pet name you'd like to hear? A way you'd like me to touch you that I haven't already?" I didn't want to just resort to Celestial Bliss Trick.

"Ah... you... can do it harder?" She suggested.

"Okay. Tell me if it hurts," I told her - then I upped my pace. I resisted the urge to just peel my eyes back and come, but it was definitely fucking hard. My free hand gripped her hip, and I raised her up a bit, trying to get a better angle to fuck her, but she was obscenely tight, and her body was seemingly as tough as mine. Her legs soon wound up loosely locking around my waist, then suddenly tightening around it as she finally came for the first time, dragging and holding me inside her. She moaned wildly, spasming beneath me, thrashing about on my cock as her inner walls squeezed with a truly obscene level of strength, enough that if I didn't have a falna, I don't know what might have happened to my cock.

It felt absolutely fantastic, though, so I wound up coming inside her despite trying hard not to, just spraying out hot cum all over her insides. Part of me considered impregnating her with that load, but the rest of me noted she hadn't asked.

When I was spent, I was left panting atop her, not so much from the exertion of sex, as the exertion of trying not to come for as long as I did. "Do you want to keep going?"

"Ah... well... we can cuddle?" She suggested, and I started to pull out - at which point her legs snapped around my hips. "We... you don't have to pull out..." She fidgeted. "Ah, sorry, I'm being-"

"Cute," I interrupted. "You're being cute." I rolled her over, corkscrewing her on my cock, then laid down behind her, cock half-lodged inside her sex as I grasped her from behind. "Is this what you want?" She nodded at that, swallowing audibly, her pussy tight as hell.

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