Pitiful Hero? Nah, Just Pathetic
"Kuhuuuk—!"
Her ass cheeks jiggled wildly. Zeke's gaze drifted downward, past Cream's breasts, fixating on her pussy.
Like he'd see anything anyway.
So desperate he'd crammed too much mana into his eyes—red veins bulging visibly.
"Pfft—!"
A snicker slipped out at the sheer desperation.
Jack off for life... as if that'd show you shit.
To tease Zeke more, I shook my hips even harder.
*Slap—! Slap—! Slap—!*
The fleshy impacts echoing from the room. Zeke, spurred on by the sound—
*Fap-fap-fap-fap-fap—!*
His up-and-down hand motion sped up.
*Grind—!* Teeth gnashing. Not the sound itself, but the sight of him grinding them.
Yeah, go on and jerk off in defeat.
I'll enjoy Cream plenty.
*Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack—!*
"Hyit♡ S-slow down a bit—!"
The bigger and rougher my thrusts, the louder Cream's moans grew.
"Ugh-grind—! Hnghk—!"
Cream clenched her fists, grinding her teeth to endure. Her pussy tightened, begging for cum faster.
*Drip—! Drip—!*
Her love juices soaking the bedsheets. Cream's face aimed toward the door, but waves of pleasure kept her from noticing Zeke peeking.
She even bit the blanket to hold back.
My first night with Sig had been impulsive. Seeing Zeke constantly parading in and out of the brothel like he owned the place pissed me off, so I grabbed Sig's hand and dragged him into my room.
The awkward vibe hung heavy, so I initiated with a kiss. It wasn't our first—back when we were kids, Zeke and I had pecked out of curiosity. But Sig dismissed it as child's play and taught me a real adult kiss. Deep. Lingering.
Then I saw it... his cock. No, his dick. Worlds apart from Zeke's little kid prick or even the bulge I'd seen through his pants. Terrifying.
The neighborhood big sisters had warned me: first times hurt. Even bleed. I was scared, but my rage at Zeke overshadowed it.
Luckily, Sig wasn't rough. He was gentle. And finally... insertion.
"Hngkuuuk—!"
It hurt. My lower belly throbbed like a drum. Sig stopped for my sake. If it'd been Zeke, he'd have kept pounding for his own pleasure.
No more Zeke thoughts. The man fucking me now was Sig. Thinking of another guy in front of my boyfriend? Rude.
The pain faded quick. Sisters said it'd last ages... Was I special? Or Sig? Either way, relief.
"You can move now."
Sig stayed sweet till the end. I shouldn't compare, but I couldn't help it. Selfish Zeke versus caring Sig. I fell hard. Not just his delicate touches—his dick fit me perfectly. Soulmate compatibility, right?
That night left us sweat-drenched but euphoric. A hundred times better than secret masturbation in the woods.
Addicted. Invited Sig to my room daily, fucked every night. Part rebellion against Zeke (20%), mostly pleasure (80%).
Sig taught me positions. Embarrassing, but I learned to suck dick. Got my pussy eaten too.
Today, I called Sig again. What position tonight? Anticipation for new highs.
He showed me doggy. Beastly pose. Shameful, but his cock reached depths untouched before.
*Squish—! Squish—!*
That virgin spot inside? Hypersensitive.
I'd cum first last time, collapsed on him—embarrassing. Vowed to hold out now.
But Sig's techniques tested my resolve. Bit the blanket hard.
Head thrown back, I spotted it. Golden hair through the cracked door. Zeke.
Passing by? But... his lower half bare. Pants and underwear gone, dick exposed.
Pathetic. Half of Sig's—my boyfriend's—size. Jerking that tiny thing furiously. Who'd call him a hero?
Disgust at Zeke's dick, relief it wasn't mine. Gratitude for Sig's monster filling me.
Zeke's bloodshot eyes locked on my body. Wanted to kick him away, but for Sig's sake, no.
Interrupting his pleasure for Zeke? Ruin the mood.
But showing my body to Zeke? Gross.
"Sig... kiss me."
"Yeah?"
Used the kiss to turn my back on Zeke. Enjoy the view of my back.
Thanks to Sig, Zeke got that much.
*Squish-squish-squish—!*
Cream suddenly wanted a kiss. She twisted around, mounting me. Our lips met.
*Smooch—! Slurp—!*
Her eyes avoided mine.
She saw him, huh?
Her gaze flicked to the door.
Thinks I haven't noticed?
I didn't stop fucking for Zeke's sake, but she switched to face me—hiding tits and pussy from him.
Poor Zeke...
Nah, not really pity. Just keep jerking to her back, loser.
Cream turned; Zeke's face hardened. He knew she'd spotted him.
But he didn't budge.
*Fap-fap-fap—!*
Just mechanically pumped his hand. No tits or pussy view? His jerking grew frantic.
Cracked the door wider. Caught already—might as well gawk.
"Sig..."
The gap widened; Cream called me worriedly.
"Ignore him. Just us."
Dismiss the loser, I told her.
"Y-yeah!"
Cream heeded, resuming her grind.
"Hngheung♡ Kngheeeung♡ Hyit♡"
*Slurp—! Slurp—! Sluuurp—!*
Moans and wet sounds resumed. Caught red-handed, yet sex continued—Zeke bit his lip.
His tiny dick spurted.
*Spurt—! Spurt—! Splurt...*
Pathetic volume, short burst.
"Pfft—!"
Open mockery—from Cream's lips.
She mocked Zeke, then—
*Slosh—! Gulp—! Glurk—!*
—shook her hips teasingly.
"Cumming♡ Inside... squeezing... so full♡ Hng♡"
Zeke's post-nut dick wouldn't rise again.
*Fap-fap—! Fap-fap-fap—!*
He tried desperately, but no dice.
"Hnguuut♡ Hyahaaang♡"
The harder Zeke jerked, the more her moans tormented his ears.
His body leaned forward. Door now wide open.
*Squish-squish-squish-squish—!*
Zeke fixated on her shaking ass.
"Cum inside♡ Sig♡ Fill me up♡♡"
"Got it—! Cumming inside—!"
*Spurt-spurt—! Spluuurt—! Spurt—!*
Watching me creampie her, Zeke teared up.
The creampie dragged on.
"Kngheeeuk♡ Heeeuk♡ Ah, still cumming...♡"
Cream in bliss. Zeke's flaccid dick leaked again.
Whoa... flaccid orgasm? Real?
Second load, even smaller.
*Plop—!*
Cream stood on shaky legs. From her pussy—
*Drip—!*
Cum trailed down her thighs. Substantial amount. More than Zeke's two loads combined.
Zeke alternated stares: my leaking cum, his floor puddle. Tears splashed into it.
"Haa... haa... Sig, not enough yet? We go till dawn every time."
Always 4-5 rounds; she stroked my cheek.
"W-what...?"
Zeke's shock at "till dawn"—he struggled with two.
Ignoring him, Cream lowered, reinserting my dick.
"Hnguuut♡ No matter how many times... love it—!"
Never tires of my cock, Cream.
*Glurk—! Glurk—!*
Our sex resumed; Zeke inched forward.
Finally entering the room.
"Sig, hold on..."
*Smack—!* Cream kissed me, rising.
*Drip—! Drip—! Drip—!*
Love juices and cum mix trailed the floor as she approached Zeke.
Stopped before kneeling Zeke. He looked up.
"Hnghp—!"
Couldn't tear eyes from her exposed pussy.
Zeke's face twisted—smile? Tears?
"Hahk... hahk... hahk..."
Ragged breaths. Dick slowly hardening.
Cream lifted a leg.
Zeke scanned her body in that instant.
She stomped his face, shoving.
No resistance. Even tumbling, eyes glued to her pussy.
*Thud—!*
Zeke tumbled out. Lying there—
*Splurt... splurt...*
—came on his stomach.
"Pfft—! Just like Sig said, so pathetic."
Cream mocked Zeke again.
She'd cut ties, gone formal—till his pitifulness reverted her to casual.
"Kch—!"
Fuming silently, Zeke shut up.
"That's your spot."
Pointed outside.
"This room's for me and Sig's love. Don't invade."
Turned, denying him the view.
"Cross this line... hero party ends."
*Slam—!*
Warned Zeke, slammed door.
*Creak—!*
Door cracked open again. Cream noticed—
"Let's go again~♡"
—ignored it.
*Glurk—! Squish—! Squish-squish—!*
"Ogogok—!"
Our fuckfest ended at dawn, like always.
*Creak—!*
Cream asleep, I slipped out. Zeke still knelt outside. Bare lower half. Right hand pumping furiously. Palm hid his dick. Eyes dead. Floor bore night's jerk stains—kid-level mess.
"Get lost."
Cream'd be pissed waking to this; I booted him. He shuffled to his room wordless.
What? His eyes flashed... Illusion.
Time passed; Zeke holed up. Nibel figured he needed space, didn't check. Hagen busy with Altera.
Evening, back to Cream's room.
*Smack—! Smooch-smooch—!*
Foreplay kisses; door opened.
Zeke.
"Siegfried, I said don't cross the line!"
Cream snapped.
This guy's... off.
His eyes were wrong. Hid Cream behind me quick.
"I'll kill you... die die die—!"
Zeke drew the holy sword, charged.