"What the fuck are you doing with my boyfriend?" yelled Serapha, running straight for them. She must have sensed Linhart's libido surging all the way from the Queen of the Ring match.
Linhart had only a few seconds to react before she was on them. His shorts were around his knees, his cock was in Ayame’s mouth, and he was hugging her hips tightly to his face. As he drove his tongue deep inside her, he could feel her body fighting for breath beneath him. Gagging noises floated to his ears, as she submitted to the thrusts of his cock. She didn't even seem to realize that Serapha was there.
Linhart could feel Serapha grabbing him, but he chose to keep going. His tongue plunged back into Ayame's pussy, tickling her insides and bringing her squirming to new heights.
“Let him go!” Serapha was pulling on him now, with her sweaty chest pressed against the back of his head and arms wrap angrily around him, she raked her fingernails on his chest, hauling him upwards, trying to separate the two. But Linhart refused to budge. Ayame's thighs, firm and tanned, were squeezing from both sides, holding him in place. As his hands explored her body, his fingers gripped her springy ass. He felt her legs wrap around the back of his head, locking him in place.
The fluid was flowing like a river from Ayame's pussy. He stiffened his tongue, sticking it deep into her hole, then licked upwards to where her clitoris stood erect. By the way her hips were spasming, Linhart knew she was seconds away from finishing, and he doubled his efforts, dipping in again and again.
His dick was tingling with a familiar sensation, and he unapologetically shoved it past the back of her mouth and down into her closed throat. The sensation of driving his cock into her, as she sucked and licked the length of his shaft, was sending tingles up through his loins, and he felt his balls swelling up.
Linhart's vision dimmed and the world pulsed as the blessed release shook through him.
Ayame was choking, but his dick was buried so deep that his load was pumped directly down her esophagus. Her lips closed once more around his shaft, her consciousness threatening to drift away.
Her whole body began to tremble violently.
Juices erupted out of her vagina, covering his face, and spraying the bare legs of Serapha who was right on top of him. She was still holding him tight, her stomach pressed to the back of his head, and her hands squeezing his chest as if she could make milk come out.
“You fuckin’ bitch,” she screeched, “Let go of him before I knock your teeth out!”
Linhart had never heard Serapha speak so angrily, and with so much desperation. He pulled his head out from between Ayame’s legs. She was shaking weakly, perhaps unconsciously, and his softening dick popped out of her mouth as he rolled off of her.
“It’s all right, Sera,” he said comfortingly, reaching his hand up to touch her enraged face, silhouetted against the hot afternoon sun. Her cheeks were flushed and her glasses were fogged up. “Ayame and I were just wrestling, and I won. See, I am strong!”
“You call this winning?” she demanded, grabbing his fading erection and giving it a shake. “She just sucked on your dick and made you eat her out.”
“Uugh, don’t squeeze,” he begged, “I’m still sensitive down there.”
Ayame was making sounds, her mouth, smeared with his jism, was gasping and coughing weakly. The noise was enough to set Serapha off. She attacked.
Leaping on top of Ayame in a flash, her left hand pressed down on the small blonde’s throat, while she delivered a series of punches with her right.
“Not her face, Serapha!” Linhart shouted, grabbing her arm after the fourth blow to Ayame. The girl was shrieking in surprise and shielding her head weakly. “Don’t mess up her pretty face… If you’ve gotta fight, just aim for the body.”
The skinny brunette was still fuming with anger, but she obeyed, slamming both of her balled up fists down into Ayame’s stomach. “Pretty?” she cursed loudly, “Are you making this bitch one of your girls too, then?”
The shrieking cut off, as Ayame wretched in pain, her body curled up to protect her belly.
Serapha, standing up, looked down at Linhart. His exercise clothes were all a mess, and his white shirt, which was soaked with sweat and Ayame’s juices, was nearly transparent. His bottoms were discarded, and his dick was sticking out for any passerby to see. A dangerous look came over her, and she hooked both thumbs under the band of her shorts and wiggled them down around her round hips. From this angle, her legs looked more shapely than ever.
“I may have to share you with that cow from this morning, but sharing you with this bitch…” she said with a calculating tone, “You have to follow my orders, if you want me to accept this situation.”
“Sera, you don’t have to…” he started, but cut off as she stepped close... far too close.
Her crotch was inches in front of his face. She had her creamy thighs spread wide, bringing her pussy on level with his mouth. He could see her every detail of her lower lips, still swollen and red from this morning’s aggressive fuck session. Her folds were wet and glistening, and her heat hit him like a warm breeze while her sweet fragrance filled his nose.
“Eat it, like you did for her,” she commanded. Her fingers twined through his messy hair and jerked him violently into her magnificent snatch.
Ever since he cast that Honey Jar spell this morning, Serapha seemed way too possessive. She called him her boyfriend, which admittedly sent a thrill up his spine, and now she’s ordering him around like a slave? Looking up at her innocent face, her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were alive with lust. Her head twitched back and forth, but her eyes stayed locked on him. She looked pleased as a dominatrix exerting utter control.
He glared back at her. He would not be controlled like he had been the last loop.
“Uungh, Linny,” Serapha gasped and her tunnel gushed all over his face, as his tongue explored her folds. Her lusty gasps continued and she yanked his hair with force. “This feels so good… I want this everyday.”
Linhart’s hands closed on her firm ass, and pulled her to him as tight as he could to his face. She stumbled and caught her balance as he sucked on her most private place. Her smooth thighs were vibrating with pleasure.
“Haahhn… It’s getting too intense,” she whined, “Don’t go that hard… UUNNGGHH!”
She released a loud moan as his middle finger pushed up her butt. A moment of resistance was all she managed, before her hands loosened her grip on his hair and she leaned into him, her butthole relaxing to give him easy access. That really was Serapha’s weakest spot. He would have to remember that when managing her in the future.
Her legs were quivering now, and she willingly accepted Linhart’s guidance. He pulled her to the ground, and as he played with both her holes, her knees touched down on the grass. He had stopped eating her pussy. His face, now wet with her vaginal fluids, rose up to plant a passionate kiss on her mouth.
“Ewwww, I don’t want to kiss you when you’re covered in slime!” she whined, weakly pushing his face away.
Linhart frowned. Was it time to show her where she stands in this relationship?
He took her arms and gently raised them over her head. His tongue licked up the side of her body until it reached her scantily-haired armpit. Her eyes were closed and she didn’t fight it, as he breathed deeply, inhaling her body’s musk.
“You’re so sweaty and your smell is so strong right now,” he murmured close to her ear. “Don't you think you should go wash off, or should I keep touching your dirty body?”
“Uugh, keep going Linny,” she whined, her face turning red, “I’m not that dirty.”
With her hands raised, her breasts were standing out from her skinny torso. He ran his fingers under her blue top and found her nipples were standing erect. A shock passed through her as he pinched them, as though she was hit by a jolt of energy.
“That’s right,” he agreed, “You smell so wonderful that I can’t hold back. Put your hands on the ground.”
“Linhart?” she looked at him in alarm. Linhart knew that many girls in this world did not feel comfortable doing it doggy-style. Unsurprisingly, Serapha was one of those.
“That’s right,” he pushed her over roughly, her hands slapping the ground. He forced her legs just far enough apart so that her pussy lined up with his dick. “If you want to be my girlfriend…”
He teased the head of his cock into her waiting pussy. She let a low groan out, her long hair whipping around as she looked over her shoulder.
“Then you’ll have sex with me in whatever position I ask for it!” He pushed deeper, the head of his penis slipped out of sight into her cherry folds.
“Oh, yeesss. That feels soooo good!.. Lin, I'll fuck you in any way you want, just keep making me feel good.”
“But if you’re going to be with me all the time, then you have to be cool when I’m having sex with other girls…” he added seriously. He froze in place, his dick was twitching inside Serapha’s love canal.
“Awww, Linny! I- I- I don’t want that.” Her sweet little frown was such a turn-on, and she was wiggling her butt, trying desperately to take him deeper, but he resisted, giving her butt a solid slap.
“If we’re going to be top-tier Fighters, I need to fight lots of different girls, dummy!” He spanked her again several times. Her pussy tightened with each hit. “Say it’s okay, or we can’t train together anymore.”
“Fine!” she moaned. Her reddened butt muscles clenching with tension. “You can fuck whoever you want… just fuck me now!”
Linhart didn’t hesitate. He was just as close to the edge as Serapha was. Gripping her hips tight, he slammed his crotch into her bouncy butt, holding back just enough to not hurt her.
“Haahhn… You’re hitting so deep, Linny!... Even deeper than this morning… I love it!”
Nearby, Ayame had regained her senses. She was sitting up now, rubbing her stomach, which Serapha had beaten like a bass drum, and regarding the two of them stoically. She seemed unhappy to be unincluded.
“Hey, come over here and give me a kiss,” Linhart said. She complied immediately.
Her naked boobs pressed hot against his chest as she kissed him so deeply it seemed Ayame was trying to steal his breath away. He greeted her passionate kiss and then, with curiosity in his voice, asked, “Do I taste good? Lick me all over and tell me…”
He was banging Serapha with a steady rhythm, and she was building quickly to a climax. Ayame was licking the slimy fluids from his face with abandon. His hand wrapped around her body and gripped her shapely bottom.
The attention of these two beautiful women was raising his temperature. His dick was aching for release, but he held in there longer.
“Sooo good… everything about you tastes so good!” Ayame’s response was like a magic spell on his dick.
“You, too!’ Linhart countered, his mouth sealing around hers in a deep kiss. As Ayame invaded his mouth, Linhart’s dick plunged further into Serapha until he was knocking against the entrance to her womb. Suddenly she was convulsing with pleasure, and he was unable to hold back any longer. Seizing her hips he slammed deeper still, pushing into her baby-room, his orgasm shook him like an earthquake as he released spurt after spurt of cum deep inside of her.
“I’m still cumming,” he said, pressing down on Serapha’s back as her pussy tightened again. It felt like she was wringing him dry.
When the moment passed, and Linhart threw his left arm around Ayame and his right arm around Serapha, he smiled and said, “Let’s wrestle again, the three of us, every day!”
The two girls exchanged cautious looks, but Linhart would hear no disagreement. Squeezing both their tits at once, he noted the small differences… how Ayame was short but her boobs were squishy handfuls, and Serapha’s body was thin and stretched out, like a girl still growing. He admired the two of them as they dressed, and they responded with focused looks, as if they were memorizing every inch of his body.
“C’mon, let’s go back and see who won the Queen of the Ring.”
Back in the Pit, they were surprised to hear that Quan had been declared the victor. It was a come from behind victory. Linhart was conflicted. He knew Quan was a lover of Xenia, but he was also a successful boy Fighter. Perhaps he would have a chance to talk with Quan, the ‘King of the Ring,’ during his 5:00 PM class with Stratega Xenia?
Then again, Xenia was in love with Drystan in this loop, and treated him like trash. He didn’t know what to expect from the private session, but he suspected it wouldn’t favour him.
