Multiplied Desire
Akina had assumed Kaisent had collapsed into exhausted sleep, but—
Chuuup—♥Sluuurp~~♡
He was receiving the fierce kisses of the women clinging to him. Fresh from their bath, their bodies radiated an adult fragrance that melted the mind and body alike, eroding the boy’s reason.
"Haa♥ Haah♥ Hah♥"
"Hoo♡ Hoooh♡ Hook♡"
"Uh… Lillian? Priscilla? Your eyes are scary……."
"It's your fault."
"Huh?"
Lillian and Priscilla still could not shake the image of Kaisent charging at Blood Zen in fury over their injuries.
"That such a cute face could turn so manly."
"The way you got angry for our sake… it was so cool♡"
His rage toward Blood Zen had shattered another wall, elevating Kaisent to a power rivaling an Origin-rank master and deepening the blood inherited from his father. Already in love with him, the women fell for him all over again—drawn by the pheromones he exuded and the sight of a male enraged at his own failure to protect them.
Now wearing the faces of females lost in blind devotion, Lillian and Priscilla took Kaisent’s hands and guided them straight between their own thighs.
Schlick—
"Nngh~♡"
"Ahaang~♥"
When Kaisent instinctively curled his fingers and thrust them up into their folds, the two women—feeling more pleasure than ever before—climaxed lightly, spraying their juices.
"Kaisent……♥"
"Please……♡"
"Us♥"
"However you want♡"
"Handle us♥ Husband♥"
"!!"
Realizing the beautiful females before him wanted to submit, Kaisent felt an excitement he had never known. The thrill of battling the stronger Blood Zen had not yet faded when these females voluntarily spread their legs for him, pushing his arousal past every limit.
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick!!
"Nnghooooh~~~~♡♡"
"Hihiiiit~~~~♥♥"
The moment lust seized control of his reason, Kaisent began churning their cunts at blinding speed.
"Eutsang♥ Aah♥ Ang♥ Nngh-euuuut~~~♥"
"Hihit♡ Nngaang♡ At-at-at-aaaah~~♡"
Swept up in the desire to be dominated by the small male before them, the women could only moan helplessly under the boy’s hands that worked their pussies without mercy.
"Master. Me too……♡"
Watching it all, Arty—herself burning with the urge to be taken—wrapped her arms around Kaisent’s back.
I want to fuck every one of these women!
But satisfying them all by myself will take time!
If only there were more of me!
More of me… that’s it!
Tak!
"Aah……♥"
"Ah……♡"
When Kaisent suddenly pulled his fingers free and shoved them toward the wall, regretful moans spilled from Priscilla and Lillian’s lips.
"All of you—hands on the wall, asses out."
"Y-Yes♡"
He pushed Arty toward the wall as well; she took her place to Lillian’s left in the center, face bright with anticipation.
A childbearing ass crafted by a god himself (curse though it was) to inflame male lust.
An ass long trained until not a single ounce of sag remained, pure springy firmness.
A narrow ass that felt deliberately artificial yet was perfect precisely because of it, announcing its femininity without apology.
Three asses of utterly different charms lined up side by side. Kaisent stripped, and his cock sprang free between his legs.
Combining the technique for forming mana arrows with the art of creating clones, he cast them into the air. Perfect duplicates of Kaisent appeared.
"Eh!?"
"Wha!?"
"Ah!?"
The three women, asses presented and glancing back in eager expectation, startled as the Kaisents multiplied.
"Priscilla! Priscillaaah!"
"Arty!"
Two of the clones, somehow brimming with emotion, lunged forward and mounted Priscilla and Arty from behind.
I wondered what would happen if I poured intent into them… it works.
By flooding the clones with powerful will at the moment of creation, each had been born as a full personality—thinking and feeling on its own.
Schlick! Schlorp! Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
"Hhaaaang~~~♥"
"Kyah-heung~~♡"
Identical in form, girth, and raw hunger, the clones slammed into them; the women began to thrash and moan under the assault.
"Wh-What is this?"
Smaack!
"Kyahreung!?"
"Don’t look at the other clones!"
"I-I’m sorryyy~~♡"
Lillian, startled by the sight of her companions writhing on the clones’ cocks, earned a hard slap across her ass from the original Kaisent—exposing the lewd nature she tried to hide.
A red handprint bloomed on her cheek, yet pleasure and thrill outweighed the sting. Gripping her own hips, she felt her breath grow ragged as the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Kyahaang♡ Ahk♡ Higit♡ Aaaang♡ Ang♡ Ang♡ Aaang♡"
She still wondered how the clones possessed emotions, but Lillian surrendered to the pleasure of the cock, moaning as the boy—smaller than her own ass—slammed his hips against her.
Papang! Pang! Paang! Pang! Tsupang! Schlick-schlick!
Three boys locked their hands on adult hips and pistoned at different paces, scraping the women’s cunts with their cocks.
"Pri♡ scillaaah♡"
"Lilliaaan♥"
Impaled and facing each other, the two women flushed with simultaneous shame and ecstasy at the thought of how lewd their own faces must look.
Smaack!
"Kyahooot!?"
"Ogook!!"
At the same moment, Priscilla’s clone and Lillian’s original Kaisent both cracked open-handed blows across the asses they held.
"Focus only on my cock!"
"Tighten those pussy lips first!"
The two boys punished the females for daring to look elsewhere, then drove their hips up hard.
Yet Priscilla’s clone was not satisfied with a mere handprint. He pulled free and slammed into her asshole instead.
Bwooorp!
"Kihyaaaaang~~~♥ F-Forgive meee♥♥"
"No forgiveness! If you want to apologize, do it with your shithole!"
Bwurk! Bwurk! Bwurk! Bwurk!
"Nngook♥ Ot♥ Oook♥ Ooooot♥"
"From now on you’re my shithole wife! Got it!"
"I-I don’t wanna♥ I don’t wanna be that kind of wifeee♥"
Smaaack! Bwooorp!
"Kkihiiik♥♥"
When Priscilla resisted becoming a shithole wife, the clone Kaisent cracked her ass again. Though the clone possessed only half Kaisent’s physical power, the inner energy it channeled made each strike hit harder than the original’s.
I-It hurts so much♥ But every time my ass is hit, my spine tingles and it feels so good♥
With every slap, pleasure flooded her and her dignity crumbled. Once a noble knight, she was now a pervert who grew happy from being spanked.
I’m so happy♥♥
At first the god’s curse had filled her with despair, yet now life as a woman was so blissful she could barely remember being a man.
Smaack!!
"Tighten that shithole more!"
"Kyahiiiik! Y-Yeees♥ Shithooole♥ I’ll tighten it mooore~♥ Ass going bang-baaang♥♥"
"To think this was once a knight! I pity the other knights who ever called trash like you a comrade!"
The insults were harsher than usual, yet she felt pure happiness as her very existence was carved away.
More♥ Humiliate me more♥ Carve me into your shape♥
Every time this child degraded her and stripped her dignity, she felt herself becoming a female shaped solely for Kaisent.
Then the clone yanked her body close, hoisted her thighs, and lifted the adult woman larger than himself into the air.
"Kyakh!?"
Still impaled, Priscilla found herself in a face-to-face lift; her heart hammered. Once this child had struggled just to lift a box—now he hoisted her muscle-packed body with ease, and the sheer manliness of it made her fall for him all over again. Ever since, every time Kaisent lifted her, her heart raced and every nerve grew hypersensitive.
"Stick out your tongue!"
"Yehet♥ Chuuuup♥"
Face melted into pure pleasure, Priscilla—now a shithole wife—accepted the clone’s kiss with polite speech. As the boy’s strength and cock rocked her up and down, she stretched her long, sleek legs and locked them in an X around his waist.
"Heheh."
"??"
Confirming the wrap of her legs, the clone wore a wicked, mischievous smile.
"Priscilla automatically wraps her legs around a waist the moment she’s kissed, huh?"
"Hnn!? Th-That’s not true……!"
"Liar! You wanted me all to yourself! You hated the idea of me going to other women!"
"N-Nooo~~♥ Ang♥ Ahaaang♥"
"Say it honestly! Say it!"
Priscilla planted her hands on the smaller boy’s shoulders to keep from collapsing and shook her head desperately.
"If you don’t tell the truth, I’ll disappear right here!"
"I-It’s true! I wanted you to be my husband alone! I didn’t want Lillian to take you away!"
"P-Priscillaaah♡ Kyahaang♡ Ahaang♡ Ahiit♡"
"Don’t look elsewhere! Just squeeze my cock!"
"Hnn♡ I’m sorryyy……♡"
When Lillian’s gaze drifted, the original Kaisent disliked it; he spanked her ass and pounded her cervix hard.
"Please look only at me tonight♥ I’ll be your shithole wife or anything else you want♥"
"Since you were honest, tonight I’ll wreck that shithole into a gaping mess!"
"Hhaaaaang~~~♥"
The boy seized her ass and slammed upward; Priscilla’s insides were gouged open. Drool and tears streamed down a face so lewd it would have shocked even a lifelong brothel whore.
Meanwhile Arty’s clone had already dragged her onto the bed and pinned her in a mating press.
"Khhnn~~! Your pussy’s clamping my cock so tight! What a good pussy, Arty!"
"Th-Thank youuu♡ Hahung♡ Ang♡"
Arty had always waited alongside the other women for Kaisent’s cock; the sense of belonging mixed with a growing greed to monopolize him. Now a clone—identical in face, speech, and personality—was enjoying her alone, and a blissful smile spread across her face.
Griiiip!!
"Hhoooooot~~~!?"
The clone began mauling her breasts as if he meant to tear them off.
"Someday you’ll bear my child, so I’ll train these tits in advance!"
"I-I can’t bear Master’s child… hah-euuuut~~~~♡"
"You can! I’ll make you!"
Driving even deeper in the mating press, the clone squeezed until her breasts changed shape and pounded her without restraint.
"Khh! It’s so tight I can barely pull out! A springy pussy like this could never fail to get pregnant!"
"B-But… I don’t have eggs… ohoook♡♡"
"Shut up! If I impregnate you, you get pregnant! I’ll keep fucking until you are—prepare yourself!"
"Y-Yeees♡ Until I’m pregnant♡ My pussy♡ Please fuck it hooot♡"
Schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick-schlick
"Oooooooot♡♡"
"Arty! Get pregnant! Get pregnant! Get pregnant!"
"W-Womb♡ My womb’s tearing♡ Womb bang-bang♡ So good♡"
Using the ultimate position that left a female no chance to flee or resist, the clone put his full weight behind every thrust.
"Khh! I’m coming!!"
"Y-Yehet♡ Cum inside me, Masterrr♡"
"Arty! Become a mother! Get pregnant!!"
"Hhaaaaang~~~~♡"
Feeling the climax, the clone truly pumped his load deep into Arty’s womb, body shuddering. This clone fully intended to impregnate her.
Thup-thup-thup-thup-thup!
"I’ll keep cumming until you’re pregnant! Understand! Answer me!"
"Y-Yees♡ I’ll get pregnant♡ Oooooot♡♡"
Even before the first load finished, the clone began rocking his cock again, racing toward the next orgasm.
"Arty! Tongue!"
"Huuup♡ Chuuup♡ Chup♡ Chururuup♡"
Still pinning her with his cock, he leaned down and offered his tongue; she coiled around it with fierce hunger, as if she had waited for this day forever.
I’m so happy♡ Even if I break, please use my pussy until I’m pregnant, Master♡
Arty clung tightly to the clone who, even after cumming, stayed with her alone instead of moving to another woman, determined not to let his cock slip free.
"Ahaang♡ Hgit♡ At-ang-ang-ang-ang-ang♡♡"
Meanwhile the original Kaisent lay on the bed, watching Lillian lewdly roll her own hips atop him.
Schkrrk! Schts-ts-ts-ts-ts!
"Haaaaang♡♡ My waaist♡ Don’t twist it like thaaat♡"
Every time he rotated his hips, her slender, cinched waist followed in an obscene dance. Kaisent wanted to see her lose that composure and cry out.
"Lillian."
"Nngh?"
"You know I love you, right?"
"I know, but……."
He suddenly stopped moving and asked the ominous question; Lillian’s eyes began to dart nervously.
Grab!
"Hyaang!?"
Someone seized her ass from behind; startled, she whipped her head around. A newly formed clone was already grinning, spreading her cheeks and pressing his cock firmly against her pink asshole.
"W-Wait! Doing both at once is a first—kyahreuuuut!!"
It was Lillian’s first time being taken in both holes simultaneously. She shook her head desperately, yet her asshole—used so often it was no different from a cunt—glistened with juices and accepted the cock smoothly.