Three Women... No, Four Women... Battlefield?
I'd just emerged from the place where I'd holed up for about a week. Grace had bent over backward to make things comfortable, but there was no way it hadn't grated on her nerves at some point. No more prying eyes on me, no obligation to stay cooped up in one spot.
"Nom nom."
One hand clutched a hunk of bread snatched from a street vendor, the other was clasped firmly in Ray's. Temple duties had kept her too swamped to drop by often. It felt like a proper date. Ray seemed thrilled to be glued to my side, squeezing my hand tight. Come to think of it, our first date was ages ago. Back then, I'd dragged her along one-sidedly, but now she knew how to play back. She looked genuinely blissful.
If you ignored the two tailing us from behind...?
"You two. How long you gonna follow?"
Ray whipped around, jabbing a finger at them. The archmage Elinne and Grand Duchess Grace.
"You two sticking that close? Bad for drawing eyes, y'know."
"Our party's look isn't famous enough to get recognized yet. And I'm not in mage robes."
"I've toned down my makeup and outfit to blend in, plus this artifact changes my hair color. Oh, a wig might work even better."
Elinne and Grace weren't wrong. But the stares we pulled? That came from three stunning women hanging off one guy—pure curiosity. Women wondering what kind of stud I must be to snag beauties like these, men shooting envious glares.
"You're the one who shouldn't be doing this, Ray. You're a saintess, after all..."
Grace pitched her voice low out of consideration. But that smirk said she wasn't backing down an inch. Ray would smoke Elinne in a verbal spat, but against Grace? She'd come up just a hair short. Sharp as ever, Ray sensed the mismatch and dropped the fight. Irritated instead, she clamped down on Elinne's king tits.
"Aang."
"Weren't you into that pretty-boy gigolo Jed? So why're you suddenly all over Daron?"
"Eut. Th-that's..."
For the record, Charlotte and Jed had split off for "their own time." Probably grabbing a bite, some quick date, then a room to fuck.
"Damn, these monster tits are huge."
Ray marveled anew at Elinne's rack. Hers were plenty big, but Elinne's? The kind that made passersby do a double-take. True king-size rarity.
"Heart still bigger for Jed, but you love me now? Or is it my cock?"
"D-Daron!"
Elinne still flushed admitting she liked me. Made sense why she hadn't ditched Jed yet. Plenty reasons she tagged along now. Couldn't trail Jed thanks to Charlotte, so she'd be solo otherwise. Why pass up me delivering pleasure on tap?
"You tempted him with these mega udders, huh?"
"Nooo! Never tempted. Hngut."
"...Fair. Daron's a cock-brained perv from the start. Not your fault. Only crime's having huge pretty tits."
"Haeng."
Ray finally let go. Then eyed the grand duchess.
...Make that another woman.
"Daron, you dog. Haa."
"Don't rag on Daron too hard. He's more than earned the right to claim women like us."
"You fell hard in one week? Total pushover slut!"
"Easy" might sting for a woman, but Grace just nodded, shameless.
"Yup. Cock-obsessed bitch who spreads wide at the sight of Daron's dick♥"
"F-fu... fuck... Daron, she always this nasty?"
Even Rise hadn't tumbled this fast. Probably needed an Inell or Elis to match this duchess.
"Believe it or not, virgin just last week."
"No way."
Ray stuck out her tongue at the born-perv reveal.
"Ray, let's get along from now on."
"What for?"
"We're all gonna be Daron's wives eventually. Better get harmonious than catty, right?"
"W-wives?"
"Oh? Just fuckbuddies? I plan real marriage, buncha kids."
"Kids too..."
Ray's face lit up dreaming our married life—kids, bliss. Grinning dopily till our eyes met, then quick mask-up.
"I like him, but marriage's a deep call. You decide too quick."
"Quote's right there. No marriage plans? Any guy besides Daron?"
"...None."
"See? We'll be family soon. Wanna bond early. Plus, I really like you."
"I don't like you?!"
Ray shoved off Grace's hug attempt. Grace pivoted, glomping Elinne instead. Tits mashed flat, spilling sideways.
"Elinne, let's bond first—just us."
"I-I ain't marrying Daron. I got Jed..."
"Can't think other guys with Daron around. Your pussy's molded to his cock—won't satisfy on anyone else."
...Total shitshow. Lucky Elinne's soundproof spell held, or this trash talk from beauties would've leaked. From afar? Besties. Up close? Pure filth.
Finally calmed 'em, resumed walking. Ray beaming at hogging my hand, Elinne hanging back staring at my neck, Grace loving the mess. I played nice with all three. Fucked 'em silly—had to satisfy proper.
That's when—
"Hey."
"Hm?"
Someone hailed me. Turned, spotted him. Her.
"Kelly!"
"Holy shit, Daron—you're a fuckin' celeb now?"
Red-haired mercenary queen Kelly. Toughest merc around despite the tits, body ripped yet stacked.
"Long time, Kelly."
"Daron, don't tell me you...?"
Ray's grip tightened. Still processing Grace, now fresh meat. I didn't fuck everything female, but Ray sniffed my hunts now.
...Hunt or not, bad timing.
"Not yet."
"Good. ...Wait. Aaah?"
"Kyaa. Fucker's got pussy line-up, gonna eat me too? Fair, I'm prime."
Ray froze at Kelly's gravelly vibe.
"Kelly, anyway—what's up? My job?"
"Back two days ago. Hunting you, then you stroll by."
Castle-bound till yesterday—no finding me. Fresh out, straight date, now her crew spots pre-meet.
"Let's see?"
"Know a killer spot. Drinks on me—c'mon."
......
Broad daylight, tavern already. ushered to private room.
"Daron, booze this early?"
"Just a couple."
Not Kelly-level tank, but held mine. Business meant drinks; same here.
Told the women no sips.
"Yeah yeah, day-night whatever. This? Water!"
Kelly hefted mug, clinked mine. Downed cool.
"Kya—. Daron, livin' dream? Hoggin' all these babes."
"Bliss."
"Y'all get it. Daron's dick game? Insane."
"How you know?"
...Ray's death glare reloaded. Didn't, swear. Yet.
"Caught pinkie big-tits ridin' him."
"What? Whaa?!"
Elinne jolted. She'd been blackout drunk then—no sex memory, let alone Kelly spectating.
"Pinned her down, hammer-fuck pound pound BANG. Kya! Had to rub one out watchin'."
"Daron's specialty. Breed-press to knock up for real♥"
"Right? Nailed it tasty."
Grace flashed slutty grin reliving, zero duchess vibes. Ray and Elinne, breed-press vets, nodded silent agreement.
"Ladies. Cock's great, but topic drop."
"What?"
Me killing the vibe? Hilarious to 'em. Wanted more, but I timed it right.
"Business time?"