4★ Forest Pursuer Grace
A pure white naked body laid out on the table like a feast.
Aside from the faint smear of virgin blood on her thighs — the mark of her deflowering — it was a truly pristine body. That is, if you set aside the fact that a monstrous shaft was currently driving into the still-tight virgin pussy between her legs, wetly, greedily, with lewd, squelching sounds, plundering her like a raider.
"Uh, uhhik, huiik—"
Whether the alcohol had finally hit him late, or whether he'd simply built it up from too many nights of nothing but web surfing, any consideration for a virgin had already left his head.
He simply kept thrusting his cock into that 4-star virgin pussy — the one that, less than an hour after her hymen had torn, was already taking a man with practiced ease. Wet, rhythmic, relentless. And so, instead of a soft bed, Katie lay on a wooden table, legs splayed wide like a frog, gasping out broken sounds as her face twisted in a thoroughly wrecked expression.
Her arms and legs hung limp, but the lewd princess's pussy welcomed the cock pounding her insides. With every long stroke of that brutal shaft, foamy white juices spilled past her increasingly flushed, swollen folds and spread across her pale thighs.
Every time he drove his hips forward — pak! — the tip of his glans met that mysterious, yielding flesh. Crushing into that melted-snow wetness felt like leaving footprints in the first snow of the season.
…Why am I this turned on? Is it the booze?
Her lower belly rippled and twitched under the constant knocking of his glans against her cervix. Smooth abs flinched with pleasure, battered from the inside, the thin, fatless skin jumping as if to announce just how deep she'd taken him.
The sight of those pure white breasts made him move his hips. The gasping moans made him move them again. The tongue that had slipped out of her lips seeking a kiss and never quite made it back in made him move them yet again.
This wasn't the act of a man leading with skill. It was closer to a monster, driven mad by lust, simply ramming his cock home. Any intention of taking a virgin carefully, of being gentle about her first time, had apparently been ejaculated right along with his first load.
So even as his hips worked, his head stayed cold enough to assess the situation.
What we drank… that wasn't just strong liquor, was it? That stuff they use in brothels — natural aphrodisiac mixed into the wine?
"Ro… Rolyaaang—♡"
"Yeah, I got it. Come here — kiss me."
"I… Iaaa… mmmn~♡"
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch—
With those filthy wet sounds still filling the air as he churned her open, Katie managed to lift her head. Lips and chin glistened with spit under the merciless pleasure crashing over her without a shred of consideration. Soaked in clear saliva — not dirty so much as filthy in a way that only made him harder.
If she's feeling pleasure instead of pain while I'm pounding her like this… this really is an aphrodisiac, isn't it?
…Well then. Nothing for it.
In a situation like this, he could hardly pull out, declare something was wrong, and start scattering holy power around. So when Katie tried to say something, he leaned down and covered her lips with his own.
She was tall and slender, but still smaller and more delicate than him. Pressing down over her completely like that, from Han Se-ah's camera angle Katie probably wasn't visible at all — just his back. He'd always gotten annoyed watching certain porn, especially domestic stuff, where the guy's ass filled half the frame. Was Han Se-ah feeling the same way right now?
No joke — this really was an aphrodisiac. Not a poison, more like an overpowered tonic, the kind that flooded your head with nothing but sex. Thinking that, he opened his mouth wide and forcibly chewed on those small lips that had been trying to mumble something.
Not a gentle bird-peck of a kiss. He crushed in so hard she couldn't breathe, forcing his tongue between her lips. When that thick male tongue, writhing like a snake, suddenly invaded her mouth, her hazy eyes flew wide in shock.
Chup, chuuup, tsuheheep—
He kept the crude, driving rhythm of his hips while forcing Katie tight between the table and his muscles. Crushed under the pressure on her belly, she couldn't resist as he madly plundered the open mouth he'd forced open.
His cock was already diligently melting that northern snowdrift of a pussy and carving his shape into it — so he fully intended to leave just as many traces in this small, soft mouth.
When a second tongue suddenly appeared inside her mouth, her own tongue froze in surprise. He tapped at it with the tip of his, testing. Apparently asking a virgin to clench her pussy and do anything else at the same time was a bit much.
"P-hwaaat—! C-can't breathe!"
More than the cock that had turned her pure white northern virgin pussy into a shaker for virgin-blood-and-semen cocktails, it was the tongue ravaging her mouth until she couldn't breathe that bothered her. She weakly patted his back — pat, pat.
He scraped the tip of his tongue past the root of hers, licking the inside of her cheeks and gums the way his cock would have, and she simply hung her mouth open and took the violation, as if she'd never even heard of a kiss like this.
"Ro… Rolaang? Hic, I… iaaat, inside my belly, my back—!"
But everything has an end, and everything has a limit. That northern virgin pussy that had been so obediently welcoming his cock, sobbing and gasping, finally couldn't endure the excess of pleasure any longer. It melted, gushing out a flood of juices. At the same time, the slender body pinned beneath him began to thrash.
Those nicely swollen breasts, as if taking revenge for her pussy, slapped against his chest — pang, pang — delivering a strange and thoroughly pleasant sensation.
They weren't on the level of Grace's, which leather armor couldn't hide, or Irene's violently large ones that sometimes peeked from under her nun's habit — but that didn't mean Katie's breasts were small or nonexistent. Those pure white mounds crushed flat, and the hard pink nipples at their tips tapped against his chest like little knocks.
"Ah, ahhk, hup, kkeuheuup—!!!"
…Looking at them, I kind of want milk bingsu.
There was no milk bingsu, but there was a place milk could come from, so it deserved a little attention. The height difference made it a bit awkward, but he lifted the upper body that had been crushing her, ducked his head, and took a big mouthful of that soft breast.
Not large enough to smother a face, but large enough for his cheeks to savor that soft, yielding feel — pure white breasts like northern snowdrifts.
He suckled the firmly risen pink nipple like a baby and gave it a light bite, and her newly freed waist jerked up off the table in a strange little leap.
"I… iaa, I think I'm c-coming, comingggg―♡♡♡!!!"
"The madams taught you to say that, huh?"
"The madam said, if you tell a gentleman, he… he likes it moreee—!"
Arms that had tried to wrap around his neck and then gone slack, flopping open to either side. Thighs spread frog-wide and trembling, dripping the cocktail of semen and virgin blood. Pale silver pubic hair dirtied by it. Soft, firm abs twitching as if seized by cramps from orgasm after orgasm.
As a finishing touch he bit down hard enough to leave a mark on her breast, and from that completely melted pussy — as if wringing out the last drops — a final rush of juices poured out. Speechless, Katie's head lolled to the side.
Anyone looking would think he'd killed a virgin with his cock. Meanwhile his cock itself was still very much alive and throbbing.
"Wow, Roland? Isn't that a little rough for a virgin? I felt it on our first night too — you get really mean once you're in bed."
"…Grace?"
He was staring at Katie sprawled on the table, wondering what to do with a cock still swimming in residual alcohol, when a voice that absolutely should not have been there spoke up behind him.
Grace and Katie preparing skewers and drinks together hadn't been about keeping each other in check.
As their bond as comrades deepened, they'd started sharing more personal talk, and Katie had opened up to Grace — which was how the conversation turned to him. …Maybe because this was an adult game, none of them seemed to have any real resistance to the idea of a harem.
Whether you were a noble, a commoner, or an adventurer, if you had the ability, keeping multiple women was simply the social norm. That was why Katie, curiosity winning out, had latched onto Grace — and Grace, in the spirit of the Goddess, had decided to share him with Katie like some kind of soul-community arrangement—
—or so Grace confessed the moment he gave her cock a few thrusts.
"Th-that's whyyy—♡ I… I was curiousss, ooooh~♡♡♡"
She'd casually brought over the folding cot from her one-person tent, and Grace, wrist caught, was pulled inside. She was just as deep in the alcohol as Katie had been, so there was no need for foreplay — he stripped her and took her right there.
If Katie's had been a virgin pussy that remembered the shape of a hot cock the moment it was driven in, like northern snow taking footprints, this one was a veteran ranger's pussy that had already taken his cock plenty of times.
Even if their first time had been him jumping her under the influence, even if the adventure had moved so fast they'd barely had nights together, it was nothing like the northern princess's virgin pussy.
"Teaching the kid something good, huh."
"Ahh, e-even so~♡ Katie's a… a young lady, not a kiiid?"
Unlike the virgin for whom everything had been firsts, this springy pussy welcomed him with practiced ease. Even when he hammered his still-hot cock into her again and again like tempering steel, she curved those narrow eyes into a sly, inviting look and smiled bashfully — which only made the thing below angrier.
If Katie's skin was pure white like northern snow, Grace's was clean and healthy, with a soft apricot undertone.
And the biggest difference of all wasn't the skin — it was those massive breasts. Even lying on the folding cot they rose in proud curves, showing off their appeal so thoroughly you finally understood why they spilled out the sides no matter how hard leather armor tried to press them down.
"Calling me a kiiid… m-might suit a Roland who loves breasts so muuuch~♡ Hnn, ahh~?"
Those violent mounds of flesh that oil-hardened leather armor couldn't contain, that still bulged out the sides and let anyone guess her figure — what chance did thin cloth clothes have of hiding them? They only put her body on display, as if begging to be stripped already.
So he stripped everything off at once.
"Ahh, aren't you being a little hasty?"
"It's the booze. …No, seriously — where did you buy that stuff?"
"……From the back-alley girls who came up to the 35th floor this time."
People used to argue whether wine was a gift from the gods or a gift from the devil. Looking at the way these breasts could bewitch a man, Grace's abundant pair had to be a blessing from the Goddess of Life. Even when his large hands scooped up a full handful, there was still more left over — heavy, lewd flesh that seemed to say, take more.
Two lumps of dough this size — how many children could you feed with that? He was still kneading and savoring that enormous size with both hands when Grace, composure returning, smiled bashfully again and gave him that signature eye-smile of hers.
"Hmm? Roland, you love breasts. From the first night on, those naughty hands of yours were always kneading~♡"
"What man could hate these."
"True, right? Adventurers, mercenaries, even regular citizens stare like crazy. Having sharp senses gets annoying sometimes."
The full-bellied complaint of a big-breasted woman, he supposed. Come to think of it, as an archer hypersensitive to the presence of living things, she must pick up every gaze that landed on her chest even more keenly.
Of course, Grace's sensitivity wasn't limited to stares.
Thanks to the exploration passive skill Han Se-ah had pressed on her last time, her senses had sharpened — and what she felt, she felt easily. When he closed his fingers around that soft flesh and pinched the erect nipple between his knuckles, she let out a sweet, drawn-out moan — hyaang~.
Whether it was because Heroes Chronicle was an adult game, or because some of the steamy settings from Heroines Chronicle had carried over, her body was truly sensitive. Or maybe an archer's sharpened senses also sharpened erogenous zones, making her feel everything so well… it was ridiculous, and ridiculously hot.
Tzzgueeeek—
Katie had burned off some of the alcohol for him, so he pushed his cock in slow and deep and buried his face in those abundant breasts. Even after living on the 35th floor for a while, her soft skin still gave off a pleasant scent.
Maybe because she'd been a village girl from the mountains — when he pressed his nose into her cleavage and breathed deep, past the faint sweat he thought he caught the mixed scent of grass and leaves.
"Still… if Roland likes them this much, it's not a loss, is it — aah, hnnn—euh♡"
Unlike the sex on the table where he'd been hammering that snowdrift virgin pussy, this was slow, sticky sex, pressed tight together, crushing her womb as if stomping it underfoot. Even a pussy used to Roland's massive cock wasn't used to having its insides compressed like that, and she whimpered pretty little sounds under the pressure.
Him, buried so deep in those massive breasts he could barely breathe. Grace, her belly and womb crushed under a weapon of a cock. Skin slick with sweat stuck so tightly together it couldn't even make sticky sounds — ultra-close sex that made her gasping, hik-hik, come faster and faster.
At this point her sensitive body wasn't just getting used to it — it was being developed. Those pretty, lewd sounds ringing in his ears made him move his hips again and again without thinking, pounding her womb with wet, heavy impacts.
"Th-this… I can't breathe, my chest is a little… tiiight~♡"
"For someone saying that, you seem to be enjoying yourself."
"I am enjoying it, buuut — hwik?!"
At the same moment, he swallowed those lips that had been twitching as if to say something.
Embracing her slender body hard enough to crush it, those massive breasts mashed flat between them, her belly still crushed under that monstrous cock, and now her mouth sealed shut — the pressure had to be overwhelming.
But the way those narrow eyes curved in a silent smile, as if even that felt good, left him no choice. The hips that had been grinding his glans against her, holding back, began to speed up.
"Tsuep, chuuuep— I… iaaat, mmmph— Rolaaang~♡"
"Me too… I'm coming…!"
"Hnn, ah, insideee……!!!"
And so, just like the virgin who'd fallen asleep on the table with her legs shamelessly spread wide, another girl ended up sprawled on the folding cot, white semen dripping from her, completely spent.
…And I'm still rock hard. What the hell are those back-alley girls putting in the drinks they serve customers? Please tell me it's aphrodisiac and not actual drugs.
And this camera has been parked blatantly below waist level this whole time. For fuck's sake.