Chapter 287: Are you alive in there?
Morning sunlight filtered softly through the dorm curtains, illuminating a battlefield that smelled heavily of raw sex, sweat, and dried cum. Any respectable priest from the Church would have instantly stroked out just from the sheer degeneracy of the scene.
Clothes—and ripped shreds of lingerie—were scattered everywhere.
A chair had somehow been snapped clean in half.
One side of the heavy oak bedframe was visibly cracked from the violent, rhythmic abuse it took for hours on end.
And in the center of the disaster area, Arthur lay completely buried beneath a pile of naked, exhausted women.
"...I can’t feel my fucking arm."
"You don’t need it to fuck us," Alicia murmured sleepily against his chest.
Arthur glanced downward.
At some point during the night, the first wife had decided his body was her personal mattress. She was wrapped around him possessively, her pale, heavy breasts squished flat against his torso, her hardened pink nipples scraping his skin every time she breathed. One of her bare legs was hooked over his waist, completely exposing her slick, swollen pussy that was still leaking a slow, lazy trail of his semen onto his thigh.
On his other side, Eveline slept peacefully against his shoulder. Her massive tits were practically spilling over his arm, her face resting near his neck with the calm, satisfied expression of a Saintess who absolutely hadn’t spent half the night sobbing from overstimulation, begging for his cock to ruin her throat just thirty minutes after she passed out.
Meanwhile—
Althea was somehow sleeping on top of his groin.
Literally.
The proud knight had passed out face-down across his stomach sometime before sunrise. She was completely naked, her muscular, perfectly toned ass sticking straight up in the air. The pink, swollen folds of her cunt were shiny and red from the brutal pounding she took. One of her thick thighs was hooked around his leg, and her fingers were weakly twitching every few seconds, like her nervous system was still buffering the sheer amount of dick she swallowed last night.
Arthur stared at the ceiling for a long moment.
He let out a heavy sigh. "...I think I finally understand why monks abandon worldly desires."
Sol floated nearby in her tiny, glowing fairy form. She was sipping from a miniature teacup she absolutely did not need, purely for the aesthetic of judging him.
"You say that as if your cock isn’t currently twitching against the knight’s stomach, ready for round two the second they wake up," Sol deadpanned.
That’s slander, Arthur shot back mentally.
"You literally have your fingers buried in Alicia’s ass crack right now," Sol pointed out, taking a delicate sip of her tea.
Arthur glanced down. His hand was, indeed, kneading the soft, doughy flesh of his fiancée’s bare cheek, his thumb resting dangerously close to her wet slit.
"...In my defense, it’s comfortable," he muttered.
Alicia smirked faintly against his chest without opening her eyes. "You were a lot less respectful about grabbing my ass an hour ago when you were blowing your load inside me."
Traitor.
Arthur gently pinched her waist in retaliation.
The Saintess let out a sleepy, breathy moan before lazily biting his pectoral muscle.
Eveline slowly stirred beside him, blinking awake with the soft, dazed confusion of someone rebooting after a catastrophic system failure.
For a few seconds, she simply stared at Arthur blankly.
Then, the memories of the filthy, degrading things she begged him to do to her flooded back. Her face instantly turned the color of a ripe tomato.
"Hiiih—!"
The Saintess immediately tried to hide beneath the blanket, only to freeze halfway after realizing she was still completely naked, her massive breasts pressing directly against Arthur’s side, and her chin was practically resting in a dried puddle of cum.
Which honestly wasn’t helping her situation.
Arthur laughed quietly, his chest rumbling. "Morning, slut."
Eveline peeked out from beneath the blanket with watery, embarrassed blue eyes. "D-Don’t call me that so casually..."
"You were the one screaming ’fuck my dirty pussy, husband’ at three in the morning," Arthur smirked, reaching over to lazily cup one of her massive, spilling tits.
Eveline made a mortified squeaking noise and vanished completely beneath the sheets, hiding her burning face.
Althea finally groaned awake next.
The knight lifted her head slowly, blinking several times. She looked at Arthur’s chest, then glanced around the completely ruined, semen-stained room.
"...Did we win?" she mumbled groggily.
Arthur stared at her.
Alicia burst into laughter first. Even Sol choked on her tea.
Althea blinked again before the realization finally crashed into her all at once. She realized she was sprawled naked over Arthur’s dick, completely covered in sweat and fluids. Her expression immediately hardened with the sheer dignity of a warrior realizing she’d spent the night getting violently spit-roasted and manhandled in front of two Saintesses.
Then, Arthur remembered something.
"Oh, right."
Without warning, he raised his hand and brought it down hard on her bare ass.
SMACK!
A loud, sharp crack echoed through the room, leaving a bright red handprint on her muscular cheek.
Althea jolted violently. "AH—?!" her pussy instantly clenching and leaking a fresh drop of arousal at the sudden impact.
Arthur grinned lazily. "That’s for trying to bite my dick off when you were deepthroating me last night."
Althea’s face went crimson, her thighs clamping together instinctively.
Alicia looked far too entertained by this, practically purring as she rubbed her wet cunt against Arthur’s side. Meanwhile, Eveline remained buried beneath the blanket, probably reconsidering every life choice that led her to becoming a cum-dumpster.
Honestly? Fair.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
A sharp rapping suddenly echoed from the dorm door.
The entire room froze.
Arthur blinked.
Another knock came.
"Arthur?" came Luna’s voice from outside in the hallway. "Are you alive in there? Kaela said she saw Alicia and Eveline sneak into your room last night, and nobody’s seen them since breakfast."
Silence.
Absolute, terrifying silence.
Then—
Alicia slowly looked up at Arthur, her playful smirk completely vanishing.
Eveline stopped breathing beneath the blanket.
Althea looked like she was ready to summon her armor and jump straight out the window.
Sol immediately started laughing. Hard.
Arthur rubbed his face tiredly, smearing a bit of dried spit across his cheek.
"...Well," he muttered. "This is gonna be a fucking headache."
Another knock.
"Arthur?"
Luna paused outside the door.
Then—
"...Why do I hear multiple people panting in there? And why does it smell like... wait."
Arthur closed his eyes.
Fantastic.
