Power Sex (1)

"She says to come in."

"Alright."

I followed the servant. He led me straight to Montblanc's office.

"Welcome back, Alan. You made it just in the nick of time, I see?"

"It's been a while, Lady Montblanc. You look even more beautiful than you did a month ago."

"Oh my?"

The compliment landed. Montblanc smiled. No woman, no matter her age, had ever disliked being told she was beautiful.

"Have you dealt with all the traitors?"

"Yes. Here they ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠are."

I set the three targets' heads, wrapped in cloth, on her desk. The white fabric was soaked through with blood.

"Zoldik? Verify them."

"Yes, Master."

At Montblanc's command, the man standing behind her took the heads and began to inspect them.

Zoldik?

A man still at Montblanc's side at this hour. High odds he was her Fairy. I wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slip.

Status window.

Holy fucking shit. That's vicious.

Just as I'd figured, the man named Zoldik was Montblanc's Fairy. And not just any Fairy — an 8-Star transcendent sitting on the doorstep of a 9-Star promotion.

And his class is Serial Killer (Special), too.

As the name spelled out — serial killer — Serial Killer was a hyper-offense class that grew stronger the more enemies you put in the ground. A Serial Killer with his stacks maxed out had specs that rivaled a raid boss.

I'd had a Fairy with that class in my previous life as well. I just hadn't used him much.

The reason, ironically, was the very thing that made the class what it was. In Fairy Masters, there simply weren't many stages where you could detonate a Serial Killer's full power. At best you had Relay Dungeons, where a new dungeon kept spawning the moment you cleared the last one.

But here, it'll be different.

This world wasn't a game. It was reality. Things you could kill were lying around everywhere, which meant a Serial Killer could flex that power to the hilt.

Maybe I'll raise one myself if I get the chance.

Not that I could cultivate a Serial Killer right now. The class was an advanced evolution of the Voodooist, and my current party didn't have one.

"The heads belong to the traitors."

"Is that so? You've worked hard, Alan."

Zoldik confirmed the heads, and the smile at the corner of Montblanc's mouth deepened. Looks like I'd passed her test.

"It was nothing. I only did what needed to be done."

Killing those three bastards had actually been a massive pain in the ass.

The thief had packed the cemetery with traps and given me hell. The warrior had been relatively easy, but that last archer bitch had really put me through the wringer. She'd turned an entire mountain into her hideout, so the search and the chase alone had eaten a ridiculous amount of time.

My original plan had been to get back to Littleberry a day or two earlier. Thanks to that archer, I'd barely scraped in under the thirty-day limit.

"I'll send your reward to the manor tomorrow. It's quite late, so head home for tonight."

"Yes. Ah — if it isn't too much of an imposition, may I ask one question?"

"Heehee~ It's no imposition at all. You could ask ten. What would you like to know?"

"Do you happen to know where my party members are right now?"

"Your party members? They're at your house, of course. You haven't stopped by yet?"

"Ah, no. I came to see you the moment I arrived, Lady Montblanc. Thank you for answering. Have a good night."

"Heehee. Good night, Alan."

I bowed to Montblanc and stepped outside, then let out a long breath of relief.

Guess I don't have to hit the brothel.

A month of abstinence had my libido about to blow a gasket. If my party members had still been clearing a dungeon, I'd planned to skip the house entirely and go straight to the red-light district.

But if they were home, there was no need.

Wait for me, girls! Big brother's coming! I'm gonna fuck the living hell out of you!

I sprinted for home.

Everyone must have been asleep. The manor was dead quiet. I went upstairs and, without even stopping by my own room, walked straight into Aquaril's.

"....."

Damn. That's not a woman — that's an angel.

Moonlight poured through the window over Aquaril as she slept. The sight was a painting come to life, and the girl lying there was as beautiful as any angel in a chapel window.

Oh, right. I probably reek.

I'd been about to strip and go to her when I stopped short.

After taking down that last target — the archer — I'd hauled ass back to Littleberry without a single break, which meant I hadn't washed in days. I had to stink like a corpse.

Eh... I can just wash while we do it.

Not that something like that mattered to a man whose brain was already half-melted by lust. I went to Aquaril, pulled back the covers, and scooped her up in a princess carry.

Must've been exhausted. She's not even waking up.

Someone was lifting her off the bed, and Aquaril still didn't stir.

"Nnh... Master..."

Instead, she nuzzled her face into my chest and rubbed her soft cheek ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠against me. Even asleep, she could tell the person touching her was me. Because she was a Fairy, maybe?

I carried Aquaril into the bathroom attached to her room.

Tsk. Why don't these two sleep together? It'd be so much more convenient.

I was genuinely disappointed Oralisa wasn't here. If she had been, I'd have scooped her up and brought her into the bathroom too.

What was there to hesitate about? I stepped into the tub and turned on the shower with my foot.

Shaaaaa—

"...Hnh?!"

Only when the water hit her from above did Aquaril wake. Startled, she flailed her arms and legs in the spray. Heheheh... goddamn, she was cute.

"Sleep well, Aquaril?"

"W-who... Master?"

"Yeah. It's me."

I answered while kneading her breasts through the water-soaked nightgown. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, so her pale skin and pink nipples showed clearly through the wet fabric.

"Hahh... that's incredible."

A month since I'd last touched Aquaril's chest, and it was so, so good. Soft, yielding, warm... the best. The absolute best tits in the world.

"Nnh... I missed you, Master."

That was when Aquaril pulled me into an embrace. She even let out a small sob.

The whole time we'd been apart, she'd missed me just as much as I'd missed her.

I looked down at my adorable Fairy, then pulled her in tight. And we kissed — hard, hungry, with a month of wanting packed into it.

Holding her close, I slid a hand down and grabbed a generous handful of her firm, springy ass. I rolled my hips, grinding my rock-hard cock against her lower belly.

That plump-yet-soft give made me feel like I was going to come already, and I wasn't even inside her yet.

I nipped her lower lip, pulled back, and whispered against her mouth.

"Hahh... hahh... I can't wait anymore, Aquaril."

"Y-yes, Master... P-please... come inside me..."

Aquaril's face was flushed crimson as she nodded. Then she slowly hiked up the one-piece nightgown clinging to her body.

Smooth thighs and thick, plump pussy lips came into view.

Huh? I don't remember taking her panties off.

I'd groped Aquaril's ripe body plenty since getting in the tub, but I hadn't taken her panties off. So why wasn't she wearing any?

"Why aren't you wearing panties? You always sleep in them."

"Th-that's... so that when you came home, Master... you could take me whenever you wanted..."

"...Wow."

I was genuinely impressed. So she'd gone commando so I could shove it in the second I walked through the door?

She was so precious I couldn't hold back.

Schlick—!

"Hahhn!"

I buried my cock in Aquaril's pussy and pulled her into my arms. She held me right back. I gripped her springy ass and rolled my hips, and my thick cock split her wrinkled inner walls, driving all the way in and pulling back out, over and over.

"Nnh! Ahn! Haaang~!"

Aquaril's slick moans echoed off the bathroom tiles. Her pussy wrapped around my cock, soft and yielding.

Smack—!

"Haang!"

I slapped her ass, and those soft walls clamped down hard — like a mugger demanding I hand over every drop of cum stored in my balls. A mugger pussy.

Yeah. Fuck. This was sex. This was life.

I finally felt like I was home.

After dumping a massive load into Aquaril's pussy, I had her service me. She used her ample breasts like a shower puff, carefully washing the sweat-stink off every inch of my body.

Then we went back to the bedroom, and we fucked like animals.

Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—! Slap-slap-slap—!

Aquaril was on all fours on the bed like a dog, and I grabbed her arms from behind and slammed my hips into her. Her springy ass rippled every time it smacked against my lower belly, and her breasts bounced wildly up and down.

"Nnh! Aaaaahn! M-Master, it's too intenseee~!"

"Khhh!"

My cock battered the mouth of her womb without mercy, flooding us both with violent pleasure. Aquaril thrashed her head like a madwoman, moaning helplessly.

I was drowning in it too, and then the moment hit.

"I'm coming!"

Throb—! Throb—! Throb—!

"Hnggggggh?!"

I pressed my cock against her womb and poured out every drop I'd been holding back. As her womb filled with cum, Aquaril's eyes rolled back in her head.

"Hahh... hahh... hahh..."

My orgasm lasted a little longer than most men's. When it finally ended and I let go of the hands I'd been holding the entire time, Aquaril collapsed onto the bed, every ounce of strength gone from her body. My cock slipped free, and cum leaked from her gaping hole.

The sight of her — ass still raised, face-down on the bed, panting — was a feast for the eyes.

"Suck."

"...Haaang~"

I stepped up to her pillow and presented my cock, still slick with cum and her juices. Aquaril gazed at the thick meat-club with hazy eyes, then opened her mouth and started sucking.

"Hahh, fuck, that's incredible."

I kneaded those supremely soft breasts while she serviced me. How long had it even been since I'd come? The urge was already building again.

"Hold on just a little."

"Mmnh... mmph?!"

I grabbed Aquaril's head and used it like a fleshlight, pumping hard. My cock drove down her throat, and she squeezed her eyes shut as her airway closed off.

"Swallow all of it...!"

Throb—!

It wasn't long before another load erupted. The volume was so massive that Oralisa could never swallow it all in one go. But Aquaril — whether her mouth had more capacity or she was just that talented — managed to gulp down every last drop without spilling a single one.

"Your turn to move, Aquaril."

"Hahh... hahh... Yes, Master..."

I lay back on the bed and gave the order. Aquaril staggered up. Maybe it was the higher Stamina stat, but my erection still hadn't gone down no matter how many times I came.

Aquaril lined my still-hard cock up, adjusted her position, and sank down.

Schlick—!

"Hnnnngh~?!"

My cock invaded her dripping, cum-leaking pussy once more. With the hole packed so full, almost none of it spilled out.

"Hnh! Hahng! Haaang~!"

Aquaril planted her hands on my chest and started slowly rolling her hips. With every movement, her full breasts swayed like a hypnotist's pendulum. I couldn't look away. I was groping those tits and enjoying the roll of her waist when—

Creeeak—

"Nnh... Aqua-rin... why are you masturbating so hard... You should've just called me. I could've made you go ahn-ahn... huh?"

The firmly shut door opened, and Oralisa walked in wearing a cute black nightgown. She still looked half-asleep, rubbing her eyes, and in one hand she held a large wooden rod. Both ends were shaped like arrowheads — in other words, a cock-shaped double-headed vibrator.

"Aaahn! Ahn! Haaang!"

"I was just about to call you anyway. Perfect timing, Oralisa."

"...Master?"

Pinned ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠under Aquaril and getting serviced, I waved at Oralisa.

"Master! Hngh, I missed you!"

Oralisa stared at the two of us with wide, startled eyes — then scrambled onto the bed.