36. Scouting the Boss Zone (1)
Two pairs of hips were thrust toward me.
Chloe's plump, voluptuous ass. And Rozette's smaller but adorably round and cute one.
The two representatives of their orders were in heat for me, presenting their asses like they were begging me to fuck them. It was an unbelievable sight.
And it wasn't out of rivalry—this was genuine desire from both of them. Even the innocent Rozette didn't resist the shameful position in the slightest.
Lewd juices dripped endlessly from their pussies below, soaking the bedsheets beneath. Both of them were incredibly aroused.
Their labia twitched, silently competing to be fucked first.
'Even in a wet dream, I didn't expect them to get this slutty.'
Both pussies were beautifully shaped, without a hint of imperfection. Pale pink lower lips untouched by any discoloration. Even there, they matched their outward beauty perfectly.
For a split second, I hesitated over who to take first.
Of course, I'd already tasted their insides moments ago, so I knew the sensation. No matter which one I chose, it was bound to be mind-blowing sex.
I picked Rozette first. The feel of her from earlier still lingered on my cock—I wanted more of her tight warmth.
"Eep?! G-Good... ♡ Your cock's touching my ass... ♡"
I pressed my shaft against the soft cleft of her plump cheeks, rubbing gently. Then I gripped her ass firmly with both hands.
"Th-There?! D-Don't stare so intently—it's embarrassing!"
The touch of her pale, springy flesh was exquisite. I kneaded it roughly, then spread her cheeks apart, revealing her pink little asshole.
The way it clenched and winked in shame was utterly adorable.
"Ahh...!! Don't look at my butt pussy!!"
Doggy style was the best for this—making a woman submit felt so damn good. You could force her into the most humiliating pose.
But I had no intention of tormenting Rozette. I gripped the base of my cock just below the head and aligned it with her entrance.
"It's your first time from behind, so relax your hips again, Rozette."
That was all the warning she got. I thrust hard, burying myself deep inside her.
"Heek?! Haaah!!"
Rozette let out a scream-like moan. Just like before, her pussy clamped down mercilessly on my cock.
Any man with weak stamina wouldn't have stood a chance. This witch's cunt had an astonishing grip.
But once I broke through, those devilish folds wrapped around me again. I savored the melting warmth enveloping my tyrant as I began pumping in and out.
Squelch—squelch—squelch—
Her pussy from behind felt entirely different. The angle inverted her inner shape, making the impacts a bit awkward at first.
But soon, her elastic walls molded perfectly to my cock. With my upward curve, I stirred her depths vigorously.
"Nyaaah!! Eek! Heek!! Hngh... Hnnng... Haaah... Weird... It's so weird...!! If I get addicted to this feeling, I'm done for!! Ngh... Heeeh... ♡"
The opposite side of her pussy—the part untouched in our earlier fuck—rubbed relentlessly against my glans. Rozette's whole body trembled.
Yet she still clenched desperately around me. Her innocent reactions screamed virgin, but...
The way she handled my superhuman cock so adeptly? Pure witch pussy.
Our doggy-style fuck with Rozette dragged on. But someone was feeling left out amid all the fun.
"Ugh... M-Me too! Give me your mighty cock too, Count...!!"
Chloe shook her massive ass beside us, tempting me relentlessly.
Any normal guy would lose it at that sight. A horny noble bitch presenting her swollen, dripping pussy.
But pulling out now? Rozette felt too good. Those witch rumors weren't entirely wrong.
Even innocent Rozette had a bewitchingly sinful cunt. Witch blood was no joke.
A regular cock would've turned its owner into her slave the moment he entered.
'But I'm not submitting.'
I gritted my teeth, holding back the rising urge to cum. Then I snapped at the yapping Chloe.
"Quiet down, Chloe. You're being annoying."
"I wanna taste it toooo...!! It's not fair giving your cock only to that slutty witch!! Ignoring a highborn lady like me... That's too mean!!"
Normally, I'd shut her up with a thrust. But I was busy.
"What a shameless slut. Fine then..."
Instead, I kept pounding Rozette while freeing one hand from her ass. My left dove into Chloe's pussy, fingering her furiously.
"Hah?! Y-Your fingers there like thaaat...!! Hngh... Eek... Ohhh... Nnngiih♡!!"
Dreams were dreams—no mercy needed. My fingers that had teased her lips plunged inside, pistoning wildly.
Like a dildo, I ravaged her folds, scraping every wrinkle.
"Gooood...!! Count... Your fingers are gooood toooo!! Hnnng... Uhiii... ♡"
She was so starved for it, my fingers alone pushed her to ecstasy. Chloe sucked them in like a cock.
I teased her ridges relentlessly, satisfying her. Meanwhile, Rozette moaned nonstop from my cock's assault.
"Haaang... ♡ Yulian... Good...!! Cock so gooood... ♡ Haaang... Ahh... Ungh... Ahhhn...!! Cumming again!!"
"Heeek... Count's fingers... ♡ Getting wrecked by such noble fingers... Nyaaa!! Good... I'm going insaneee!! Haaah♡!!"
Lost in pleasure, they wailed shamelessly. Conquering two women at once amplified my own bliss.
I never stopped—cock and fingers driving home the joys of sex. Training them like this...
In this moment, I was their professor.
The urge to cum surged again to my shaft's base. I didn't hold back, flooding Rozette's depths.
Spurt—spurt—spurt—
Straight into her womb once more. The thrill of creampieing a virgin twice over. Her cervix milking my tip extended my orgasm tenfold.
Without Medica potions, she'd be knocked up for sure. I unleashed thick ropes of semen savagely inside her.
"Haaaang!! I-I'm cuuummiiing!!"
Rozette bucked wildly in sync. Pulling out unleashed a gush of her squirt over my cock.
"Haa... haa..."
The usually cute, pure Rozette had sated my lewd lust perfectly. She collapsed face-down on the sheets, boneless.
"Hah... Count... You came, but your cock's still...?"
Chloe craned her neck to check. Just as she said—post-nut, it was still rock-hard.
"C-Count...?"
It wasn't just them in heat. The dream's ecstasy had me raging too.
And Chloe was right there, ass up. No reason to hold back. I slammed into the hole beside Rozette's.
"Haaaang!! Gooood!! Your fingers were great, but cock's the best!!"
No hesitation needed. I unleashed on Chloe for a good while. Then back to recovered Rozette.
Sometimes alternating between them. My incubus lust boiled over—thank god they were here.
I fucked them senseless, filling the dream trait's proficiency to max.
The deep night passed in the wet dream.
The next day.
The dream ended, and dawn broke in the dungeon. A night in the cramped trench wasn't exactly restful, but I felt refreshed.
Deep sleep and brimming vitality.
'Squeezed all that essence from Rozette last night—no wonder.'
In the dream, I was an incubus. Luring women into erotic reveries to drain their essence—par for the course.
But the other two weren't faring as well.
The dream's star, Rozette, had lost her virginity and essence. She looked wrecked.
"Ugh... Why does my body feel like this..."
"Rozette, you okay? You look rough."
"Eh? N-No! I'm fine! Must be the demon aura curse wearing me down. C-Could you go over there, Yulian?"
It wasn't just fatigue. She couldn't meet my eyes.
A witch's imagination and memory? She'd relive every filthy moment. No forgetting that deflowering—or the pleasure, judging by her twitching thighs.
Chloe was the same.
No snide remarks at Rozette's state. She silently tidied her spot, eyes weary.
"Chloe, what's with you? Demon aura too?"
"N-No. I'm fine, Count. Just not used to the bedding..."
She avoided my gaze too.
I pieced it together. Rozette's wet dream had affected Chloe in the shared space.
'No wonder proficiency doubled.'
Chloe's appearance wasn't pure fantasy—she'd been drained too. Exhausted, naturally.
'Boss zone scouting ahead. Can't have them like this.'
Holy power sealed—no healing spells. But I knew Chloe well.
This genius alchemist was a master pharmacist. Hiding aphrodisiacs and sleepers on her? She'd have restoratives.
'Wouldn't be surprised. That sly marquis's daughter won't sabotage her rep.'
She'd prep for the mission, no doubt.
Sure enough, she slipped a hand into her hair, popping something discreetly. Masterful sleight—no one but me noticed.
Bingo. Color returned to her face. Revitalized, she turned on Rozette.
"Heh. Acting frail after one night here? What, a commoner witch thinks she's a princess?"
"Wh-What?!"
"Platoon duty means roughing it. Or does her highness need a palace bed? Tsk. Pathetic."
"That's not... ugh..."
Chloe snapped open her fan with a smug grin. Rozette paled; Chloe fanned leisurely, satisfied.
Too arrogant to ignore.
"Chloe. Party play's most crucial element. You know it—name it."
"Obviously, balanced roles and sustain. Gold Wing reserves basics, right?"
"Good."
"Duh! I'm not some fragile commoner witch."
I stepped out of the trench.
"Then stop showboating solo. Give Rozette a healing potion. For party sustain."
"H-How did you...?!"
"No backtalk. Busy day ahead for both of you."
I gripped the recording mana stone, leading along the recon route in my mind. Their voices trailed.
"I won't take medicine from a shady alchemist!"
"Don't spit it out—swallow! This potion costs more than a year of your peasant wages. If not for the Count, I'd never waste it on you!"
Bickering, but bonding? Rozette perked up after swallowing.
Before noon, we entered the boss zone.