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Chapter 23 - Just Like A Bomb That's Ready To Blow

It was a treasure Bell felt like he shouldn't have found. The Ring of Sexual Freedom was a strange little trinket he found in a dungeon, a drop nobody had ever so much as heard of before, but it granted him a power so wicked that its mere existence startled him. When worn, he was able to do whatever he wanted to a woman and not only would she go along with it and obey his command, but she wouldn't even notice she was doing it as though it were an issue. If he did it in front of other people, they would simply act like nothing was happening at all. It was bizarre, but Bell found himself in a world surrounded by such amazing and gorgeous women that it didn't take him long to begin taking ample use of it.

Which was how he started his morning off standing in Aiz's room in the inn with his cock nestled down her throat.

Aiz had just finished dressing in her armour and dress when Bell walked into her room, and he didn't waste much time at all beyond saying his hellos in getting her onto her knees for the fun before him. Aiz was dressed and ready to go, but he wanted a blowjob, and a blowjob she gave him.

"It's nice to see you this morning, I'm glad I caught you before you went out," he said, smirking bright as he let her work along his cock. She put herself to work in satisfying his needs, rocking back and forth in steady approval and acceptance of the pleasures he asked of her. She was efficient and steady, proving what she could do for Bell and how willing he was to satisfy him, and for Bell and his hopeless attraction to Aiz, it was about the best he could get, given the circumstances. She didn't really have her heart in it, in a lot of ways; Aiz looked pretty steady and static, unfeeling and uncaring even as she sucked his cock.

Pushes forward into her throat didn't even do very much to make Aiz respond; her face furrowed in a little bit, in the most adorable of ways as she dealt with the penetration, but she didn't give up much more than that. Her motions were automatic and steady, but largely careless, absent-minded. Her mind and her focus remained detached from this, thinking about the day ahead of her as Bell indulged in her body harder. Her mouth sucked, head bobbing along his shaft. For Bell, it was the closest he felt he'd ever get, and so rather than worry about all the ways she seemed removed from it, he focused on the joy of her hot, wet mouth around his cock, the sloppy attention she paid him and the way her throat spasmed around his cock every time he pushed down deeper. She was ripe and ready, helpless under his touch, and he didn't feel like he needed any of the reality to get in the way of it all.

Fingers tangled into Aiz's hair, as Bell wound up harder, fucking with quicker, greedier motions, desperate to keep chasing this pleasure as he pushed into this mess, aimless and sloppy and incapable of dealing with the bubbling sensations that kept hitting. He was hungry, ready, full of a greed and a desire that continued taking its toll on him. His hips wound up, bucking faster as he took to pushing on into the pleasure a bit harder and rougher, fucking Aiz's pretty face and living out the reckless desires that surged through him. He felt the hopeless, greedy surge of desire bringing on rushes of hopeless pleasure, and he just had to keep giving up to more.

The noise of Aiz gagging on his cock brought on delights and excitements he wanted to keep pursuing. His hips refused to slow their pace down at all, bucking with a power and a hunger back and forth to keep pursuing more of this delight, to keep indulging rougher and harder into pleasures and lusts that didn't feel like he could hold them back. He fucked harder, thrusting into this greedy delight with little restraint or sense. He was focused, ready, lit up with a desire and a hunger so forward and so reckless that he felt like it was all simply feeding a deeper appreciation of Aiz with each push. She was so welcoming, so warm, a perfect hole for his cock to keep pounding into.

Had he let the power go to his head a little bit too much? Absolutely. Bell knew he was on some real bullshit as he kept hammering away at her, knew he was too far gone for comfort, but so utterly indulgent, satisfying his deepest cravings with brutal thrusts back and forth, pounding his way down her gullet and pushing her into a state of sloppy acceptance of this roughness that only grew messier and stranger as the pleasures kept coming. It was strange, feverish, but all too potent for Bell to be able to contain himself. He wanted more, riding high on this power and the primal joy of pushing her limits, bringing a steeper, messier rush of satisfaction with everything he did.

When he came, it was right down Aiz's throat, pumping his load directly down into her stomach as he held tight, held forward and aching under the pleasure and the greed of what he wanted. He lingered, gripping her hair tightly for a moment longer, savouring the pleasure of lingering down her throat a bit longer, aching for this satisfaction and wanting to make sure he got every drop emptied down her throat before he pulled back. Some spit strands dripped from Aiz's mouth, down onto her dress. It expressed the sloppy situation that made this all the more depraved, and with a confident draw back of his hips, he savoured the sight of her.

"It's nice to see you too, Bell," Aiz said, wiping the spit from her lips and rising to her feet, walking away without much sense of reason or worry. She had other things to attend to, and simply went off to deal with that, utterly unmoved by what had just been done to her. It didn't register, didn't matter. She didn't even remember it happening, really.

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"Is there a low-class adventurer around here dragging down the room?" Bete asked. He said it loudly and without much care as he sat in the tavern area, eating and proclaiming his disdain for Bell as blatantly as he could. He wasn't subtle about doing so, noisy and reckless and as direct as could be; Bell wasn't even settled down at a table yet when Bete decided to make clear his aggressive disdain. It was abrupt and callous, but in some weird way, exactly what Bell needed to hear.

His eyes drifted toward Bete, but more importantly, past him, to Aiz settling down into her seat across from one of her companions. He couldn't help but smile; he'd only finished moments earlier with Aiz, checking in to see that Hestia was still sleeping in her own room and deciding to leave her there a moment longer so he could get some breakfast. But now, he was suddenly interested in something that had little to do with eating, and had everything to do with getting all over Aiz again moments later. He sidled up to their table, grabbing hold of Aiz and dragging her up from her seat, tugging her dress up and hooking his fingers into her panties.

"Are you talking to me?" Bell asked, dragging his cock out next and pushing it into the stoic blonde from behind, staring right at Bete while he drove his cock into Aiz. In contrast to how he'd mostly just indulged in her body before and not thrown himself too hard into the mess, he was ready now to defy all reason and prove through each thrust forward that in the end, he was the one winning, and he was winning hard. He pounded greedily forward, fucking Aiz, making her groan and stiffen up as he pushed her over the table and laid thorough waste to her snug twat.

"If you want to take offense to my remark, then it must apply," Bete shot back, remaining completely oblivious to the fact that Aiz was over the table and getting fucked. His thoughts completely skipped by that reality and focused on insulting Bell, insulting him and ignoring his presence. He thought he was winning, not even sure why Bell would answer his remark and speak to him. It seemed like setting him up to keep shooting. "Why else would you be so sensitive to the mention of a lower class adventurer?"

Bell smirked, gripping Aiz's ass tighter as he continued thrusting away, stuffing his cock into her pussy and pushing her into the pleasure and the heat of pure satisfaction. He felt simply unstoppable as he continued using her, indulging in the wild joys and thrills of pushing against her. He was greedy, unashamed, riding high and not caring how detached this was from sense. "Who said I took offense to anything?" he asked. He found a strange sort of confidence in the relief and the joy of pounding away at Aiz's snug pussy, happy to keep pushing, knowing he was in a potent control and had all the time in the world to indulge. "I just heard you opening your mouth and wanted to know if you're still so insecure that you have to insult me when I walk in the room to remind yourself about your level."

The words made Bete flare up, baring his teeth and snarling as he felt himself suddenly struck by a whole lot of pressure and fever that began to take him. "What did you just say to me?" he asked, staring Bell in the eye, still utterly ignoring the way he fucked Aiz.

Bell just smirked, giving Aiz's ass a smack. She didn't respond. Remaining steady and stoic, she received the hard pounding, pussy growing wetter as the wild fever and pressure of what he pushed against. There was nothing sensible about any of this, and as he fucked rougher and harder, Aiz remained unshakable, steady in the stormy face of complete madness as he kept on pushing. Her body kept giving in though, receiving the quivering sensation and relief of a pleasure growing more intense with each push, whether she really understood it or not. It was on her steady march to orgasm that she insisted, "Please, don't fight, Not here."

"I'm not fighting," Bell said, giving another smack to her ass. He kept Aiz under his touch, indulging in her right under Bete's nose. No matter how tough Bete thought he was, Bell was winning, and he kept pushing harder on, keeping up this victory and this madness. He'd won this mess thoroughly, and rather than be jealous or take a swing, Bete sat there fuming over words, even while Bell wound up and pushed himself hard over the edge. With as loud and defiant a groan as possible, his hips slammed forward and he emptied a load into Aiz's twat, careless and greedy and proving exactly what he was capable f, as he simply sat there doing nothing to stop him.

Aiz let out the faintest expression of orgasmic pressure as she felt herself hit her peak, head rolling back, body signs visibly inching toward surrender. But it was fleeting, and as Bell drew back, she slipped back into her chair, ignoring the way his cum began to ooze out of her. Bell took his leave on that abrupt note, and a growled, "Yeah, you'd better walk away," from Bete sounded a lot more harsh and tough in his head than it did in reality. Bell didn't care about what anyone else thought, because Aiz would be walking around with his cum in her all day. He'd gotten what he wanted, and now, he was off to seek out Hestia and get some more.

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"Time to wake up," Bell said, while his cock nestled in between Hestia's plump tits. He was right where he wanted to be, straddling her stomach as he sat atop her in her bed, hammering greedily into her tits and using her without a care. "Open up and lick the head, Hestia. Be a good goddess and do your part."

"I wanted to sleep in," Hestia said, grumbling and groaning as she stuck her tongue out for Bell, and as his cock thrust forward and reached to her lips, she gave the head some licks before it drew back again. "We aren't even going into a dungeon today, do we have to be that active?" Her words came in between the licks, as her brain registered the priority of tending to his dick before anything else, and she did her part to keep up that attention and that devotion, even if she didn't really know why. She just had much more focus on the more important and sensible emotions that carried her and pushed her to keep indulging, doing what she could to satisfy her frustrations and keeping him well tended to.

"If you slept in all day, how could I take your virginities again?" he asked, mocking her outright. "I want to start every morning off taking your virginities again, like every other morning. It's good luck, but I have to keep up that luck."

Hestia clicked her tongue and squirmed about under his touch, not really processing the meanings of his words at all as she lay there receiving this shameless, clumsy attention. She lay on her back, doing nothing about the treatment and letting Bell use her body, as even a goddess proved vulnerable to the wicked magic of his ring and the depraved lack of awareness and understanding that held onto her. She didn't move or react outside of the ways he wanted her to, giving up deeper, embracing the strange, vulgar wants and expectations behind his demands. She needed to service him, and do her part now for him.

Bell couldn't believe it even worked on Hestia. Maybe she wasn't really the most powerful goddess, but the fact any goddess at all would lie there while he held onto her tits, groping and kneading them all over while he thrust forward into their waiting embrace, was a complete shock to Bell, a discovery that turned him around in his perceptions and his thoughts about how best to use this magic. Or misuse it, as it were. It had become open season on virtually any woman Bell decided he took an interest in, and he was completely unashamed of the delights he found in hammering into her chest, using the plump breasts for his own shameless pleasures while she remained compliant and helpless underneath him, letting him keep fucking her however he so wished.

He wanted more, though, and let the titfuck be a prelude to his next, as he grabbed her hair and tugged her into an upright position, one that had him rising up off of her so he could then push forward and fuck her face. Unlike with Aiz earlier, when he fucked Hestia, it wasn't with much restraint or care for watching her go at the way she sucked his cock. He didn't hold onto any sense of control or longing for the goddess, he just gripped her hair tightly and rammed forward to pound her pretty face into submission, making Hestia choke and struggle on his cock as he pushed down her gullet. It felt so tight, felt so ready to be stretched and used by his cock, and Bell didn't want to even consider holding back the pleasures that he could find, winding up for the pleasure and greedily claiming her without much restraint or sense.

Hestia did nothing to stop this, rolling her eyes as Bell put her through the new morning routine she had grown reluctantly used to after so long spent taking him on. She accepted his wild slams forward, throat snug around his cock, spasming as she gagged ger way through this treatment and through the strangeness of what he was capable of. She didn't have much other hope, just taking him on and doing her best to handle the way he treated her as he threw himself into the deep end and she felt like the only choice she had was to accept it. The sexual nature and the sense behind this mess didn't even really come to her; she took him on and did what she could to handle his cock, enduring the mess of his greed and letting these feelings keep pushing.

Throatfucking a goddess was a twisted kind of pleasure, one that had him burning with greed and glee as he kept pushing her limits, kept challenging Hestia with what he was capable of, refusing to slow down as he struck his vicious pace with her. He knew exactly what he wanted, and his use of her body grew more intense and more reckless as he felt out the pleasures before him. He knew he was in a position he could keep enjoying, and he threw himself into this merciless pace, pounding away without restraint or care, just pushing her deeper. He knew he was right where he needed to be, and he pushed her through every second of sloppy struggle and pressure, a surrender beyond sense.

Drawing back from her mouth, Bell decided to cum all over her face this time, grabbing hold of his dick and holding it up against her face, as she shut her eyes but otherwise accepted the harshness of his facial, let him blow his load and doing nothing to stop it. "Are you done?" she asked, vaguely irritated at the absolute worst.

"Of course not. Turn around and lean against the headboard," Bell said, motioning for her to do as he told her. Of all the women he could have targeted, he found a delight in making Hestia especially follow his commands. He could lord over her his sexual prowess and use it to great measure as he flashed his ring, and with a groan, Hestia shifted around and forward, hands gripping the headboard as Bell tugged her dress up and ran his hands along her plush ass, down between her soft thighs to her waiting pussy. "I think I'll save your cherry for last today," he said, and guided his spit-slick cock into her waiting ass, pressing in between her cheeks and starting in on the raw satisfaction he knew he could find in her touch, expecting her body to succumb and submit to his without much complaint.

Hestia let out a tight grunt as she felt the cock force its way into her ass, felt the tension and pressure of trying to take him on as he pushed against her with such forceful intensity. She wasn't given a choice, but she didn't take the step of actually complaining about this, hanging in a strange, indecisive acceptance as she received his thrusts into her tight backdoor, a hole that received his cock like it had never experienced penetration before. It was one of the quirks of being a goddess, a strange little addition to the sinful mess she had stumbled into that Bell didn't know about until he was already deep in indulging Hestia, but once he found out, he was happy to keep pushing.

"I love how tight you are for me every morning," he said, gripping her tightly, boasting and gloating as he pushed against her, driving into a thrill and a delight like nothing else. "I wish I knew about this when I started fucking you. A goddess's body goes back to a virgin state every morning when she wakes up. You grow your hymen back, and every hole is as tight as it was the very first time I fucked it. What more can I ask for?" With vicious slams forward, Bell rode high on the thrill of bragging about this situation, proudly expressing the reckless pleasures and excitements of pressing on against this mess. He savoured the thrill of pushing on faster, knowing he had her right where he wanted her and that every second of this indulgence grew messier and hastier, throwing himself into a pleasure as intense and as wild as could be.

Hestia didn't respond, holding steady against the headboard as she let him keep fucking her, accepting this pleasure and doing nothing at all about it. She remained firm, even as her pussy dripped all over her thighs and the arousal of getting her ass pounded wore her down more and more. She didn't fight against any of this, but she remained completely stuck in place, accepting all this madness with little sense of reason or clarity. She was stuck in a bizarre position, and she dealt with it by letting Bell fuck her as much as he wanted, submissive and accepting in the way she hung there and let him use her thoroughly. "Every morning," she agreed. "I don't know why you get so obsessed with it."

Bell snickered, giving her ass a swat and hearing the little skip up in her voice as she gave up a little more to him. He was forward and feverish, certain of the pleasures he could keep indulging in, relentless and hungry and driving Hestia deeper into the pleasure and the fever of taking this all on. "Because it means I get to fuck you fresh every morning," he responded, knowing she wouldn't process his words too deeply. It was part of the power and excitement he found in giving in to this mess, throwing his hips into faster, more reckless indulgence as he used her. He knew that Hestia was his for the taking, and he used the goddess who was technically his boss like she was a personal plaything, indulging in her body and recklessly claiming her without much care or restraint, senseless pleasures hitting strong and leaving no time at all for restraint.

The tense, frustrated noises that spilled from Hestia's lips grew hotter and messier as he fucked her ass steadily toward an orgasm so much wilder and more intense than she had a hope of dealing with. Each second of frenzied thrusting and desire on Bell's part brought her body closer and closer, until she was utterly incapable of holding it back any longer. With a hopeless rush of noise and excitement, she gave up completely, pleasure overwhelming her with a satisfaction and a desire beyond sense. Every hopeless, trembling rush of desire invoked something powerful, and as she hit her powerful anal orgasm, Hestia almost found awareness of the situation, almost drifted into the realization something was strange and amiss here, only to let it spill off again into uncaring emptiness as she drifted away from it and on to what was more important.

The fact Bell had one hole left to take.

"It's just really weird that you're so obsessed with my hymen. It's not that interesting, but every morning you get really excited about it." Hestia groaned as Bell's cock drew out of her ass, and she sort of made the connection to what was coming, if only because it was the every morning routine and he'd been on about it this whole time. "It's not that big a deal."

It was a big enough deal that Bell was almost salivating as he guided his cock head toward her waiting pussy, preparing himself and giving a few almost-strokes of his hips before shoving forward, breaking past her regrown hymen with a swift thrust and claiming her with a solid push forward, a stroke that had his cock sinking deep into her waiting hole, into a pussy primed and ready to accept his thrusts. He didn't feel like he could help himself, and he didn't hold back from winding up for more, bucking his hips as he felt the tightness of her ready, waiting pussy drive him mad with excitement. Hestia was so ripe, so tight, and he didn't care about holding back any of it as he let himself get wound up and greedy, pumping readily forward with a single-minded goal and desire strong enough to make her lose herself.

Hestia accepted all of this, lost to any sense of composure or control as she took his thrusts, doing nothing to stop this all, accepting the wickedness and the pressure of what he wanted from her. The twinge of pain that came from having her hymen pierced returned daily, bringing on a consistent pulse of sensation that she just had to be fucked through, guilty and frustrated and hopelessly incapable of fighting this off. She was struck by so many bizarre emotions, tensions washing over her again and again, unraveling her thoughts as she did what she could to handle this all.

Bell's persistent and shameless thrusts pushed on harder. Her slick, waiting pussy didn't offer up as much resistance as her ass did, which made the joys of hammering into her feel like smooth, blissful sailing. His relentless motions kept up with a potent and feverish indulgence driving rougher into her, committed to indulging in her body and using her thoroughly. "It matters to me because I get to take your virginity every day, and you're always so tight." He was overjoyed to keep pushing, knowing he was on his way to rampant, shameless pleasure, harder and faster with each slam forward. His hips couldn't be stopped, and he found himself aching under the swell and the delight of pushing harder against her.

With each thrust, Hestia's breasts heaved, some of the cum that cluing to them shaken off of her tits as he pushed on harder. He wasn't particularly gentle or careful in how he used her, frustrating her deeper as she took on this treatment and tried her best to control herself under all this attention and this frustration, but she found herself progressively less capable of dealing with it all. He was persistent and reckless, and she didn't have anything to do but take his thrusts, feeling him ram away at her twat while cum leaked out of her loosened up ass. Her body had fallen into a groove of being Bell's plaything in the morning. Every morning. What else could she do but take it all?

Riding high on the greed and the thrill of claiming this goddess and making her into his toy, Bell simply couldn't help himself. He railed her pussy, marveled at her gorgeous butt shaking and loosened up, leaking with his cum. He felt overjoyed and shameless in the way that he was able to keep pushing into this. The pleasure was wild, shameless, bringing him something thrilling and brilliant, a pleasure he could push against and indulge in the madness that hit, feeling too good to want to resist. He brought his hips crashing down rougher upon her, bringing Bell the satisfaction he needed as he pushed rougher, steadier, knowing his orgasm was mere seconds away and that nothing could have made him feel better than creampieing her renewably virginal pussy, capping off another morning and another deflowering.

He let go of himself, shooting more spunk into Hestia, pushing into one last hole and filling her up, indulging in the shameless, reckless thrill of pushing her over the edge. Her own orgasm was a noisy little burst of excitement, but it didn't hold on too long and she didn't think much of it, no matter how shaky and wild this was .she held on tightly to the headboard as she felt Bell draw back from her and pull out, indulging in the sight of her quivering pussy lips as his seed began to ooze out of her. It was a job thoroughly well done, one he felt utterly satisfied to have pushed into so hard.

"Can't wait to break your holes in again tomorrow," Bell said, giving his goddess a firm smack across the ass and leaving her room wholly fulfilled and ready to chase the rest of the depraved day ahead of him.

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Liliruca lay on her stomach, lingering in her bed longer in the day than the others, but not due to laziness or lethargy; she had a notebook laid out before her, sketching out rough ideas and strategic considerations that could benefit the familia in different ways. She was working hard for everyone's benefit, and she did her part well. Bell just felt like he deserved to squeeze a little extra something out of the situation.

Steady strokes fucked the cute girl's ass with confident motions, fingers unable to keep from scratching behind her ears as he brought himself down upon her with a little bit of restraint; he had a frustrating little soft spot for Liliruca, and always gave it to her with steady, careful motions, particularly because all he ever fucked was her tight ass, and he didn't want to get too wild or over the top in how he enjoyed it, taking his sweet time and winding up for the pleasures before him, driven to indulge and to sate his aching lusts. Sure, he'd just finished with Hestia not too long ago, but now he was on to more, careless and greedy and incapable of slowing down the greedy pleasures that drove him to fuck his third girl that morning with little to no patience or reason to stop.

True to the magic that Bell held onto, Liliruca didn't react to this. She lay on the bed, muttering to herself and working at writing her notes with no time to shirk these duties or worry about anything but pushing into this. She had a job to do, and she did it well, focused on the note taking process and on getting what she needed down on the page as her head ran wild with a myriad of thoughts. Thoughts that were not disturbed even by the thick cock pumping into her ass without pause or restraint. She was too tightly focused on the task at hand, ready to do whatever she could to deal with his attention and hold onto herself.

"This looks like a good plan," Bell remarked, peering over her writing and smirking bright as he indulged harder in her body. He didn't know what she was actually writing, ignoring the swords and focusing instead of indulging harder in her body, pushing into the strange wickedness and delight of using her, challenging her body and pushing quicker against her, fucking with broad, wild strokes and a desire to see her come undone beneath his touch. He wasn't afraid of pushing into this pleasure, greedy and helpless and completely unable to resist these temptations. He felt amazing, pushing against her limits with confidence and desire much too fierce and primal to help. Her as was snug, warm, a perfect and cozy fit for his cock as he brought his thrusts faster back and forth, bringing her delight and hunger that she brushed off with passive, frustrated acceptance, doing nothing to fight this off.

"You don't need to patronize me," Liliruca muttered, cheeks lighting up as she shifted and squirmed under a pleasure and an arousal that she found herself lit up by. She did her best to just take this, accepting this treatment and ignoring it, paying more mind to the feelings and the tensions of giving in. "This is just scribbles. I don't do my best thinking this early in the morning, but it's necessary to work through these ideas and process them thoroughly. She kept scrawling along at the possibilities, writing out her thoughts, undisturbed. Her mind was sharp and willing to pay total attention to the matter before her, meeting this mess and doing her part to keep writing, keep noting everything she had to deal with.

Bell snickered. He was more than fine not bothering to say anything as he instead threw himself into the pleasure and the heat of fucking her ass. He leaned over her, applying his weight firmer, proving to be a physical nuisance and bother that she just had to keep giving in to, accepting these thrusts and not doing a damn thing about them. He was overbearing and irritating, testing the limits of just what he could do to the absolute lack of response she gave him in turn. Bell wanted to push her limits, and he kept driving on faster, quicker, greed pushing him into a thrill like few other things.

Compliant, passive, utterly steady, Liliruca took his cock, took the thrusts and the strangeness of his touch, accepting all of it and writing away, arm compensating fort the pressures and the shakes that came from the wild impacts of his hips against her. The words on the paper were all that mattered to her, pen scrawling along the page, her writing noises meaning more to her than the ragged breaths she began to suck down, taking this on without a shred of awareness of her surroundings. She was ripe, vulnerable, doing for Bell everything he wanted her to do with zero idea just how forward this was.

Celebrating the pleasure with every thrust, he was ready, greedy, pushing her harder and indulging in a pleasure like nothing else. He pounded away at her snug hole, his thrusts and his indulgences bringing something powerful along with it. With a final slam forward, he buried every inch of his cock into her ass and flooded her guts with cum, holding her down tight and pressing her into the mattress to make sure he let loose every drop within him. Grunting and aching through this pleasure, he made sure to leave his mark thoroughly on the matter before him, and as he drew back, he found utter satisfaction, leaving her ass loose and dripping with cum.

"Got to make sure this stays in," he said, giving her butt a smack and reaching for the fluffy tail butt plug he had waiting to go back inside of her. He slipped it in, and Liliruca took it without complaint, accepting a 'second tail' below her first and shivering under the feeling of him pushing it into her, doing nothing now to fight off the sensations as he kept his cum inside of her for the day.

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"Pull your dress aside, I want to fuck your pussy," Bell said, letting the grimoire Freya had just handed him fall to the floor. He didn't much care about restraint or sense as he threw himself into the raw pleasure and aggression of making his move on the absolute bombshell of a goddess. Her indecent style of dress was too appealing to let up, and he decided to push harder on his strange power, to see if he could make even a more powerful and confident goddess melt to his demands.

Freya didn't hesitate, hand tugging at the fabric of her outfit and pulling it aside, exposing her pussy and offering him up the chance to shove forward, grabbing hold of her hips and plunging his way deep into her snug twat, feeling her hymen break as he pushed forward, but otherwise not resisting him at all. He tugged her in tight, and pushed his luck by pushing his tongue into her mouth, invading it and imposing his desire firmly upon Freya, ready to see how far he could take this and what he could get away with as he used her. No hesitation, no time to waste, just pure greed and a burning, forward excitement. Freya gave up to him fully, and she did so without much restraint or care, utterly accepting of what he wanted from her.

He really could take a goddess and claim her. Hestia wasn't just an outlier here; the powers that he found himself capable of making even a goddess accept the passive, strange feelings that came on so strongly. The pleasure came on fierce and with utter satisfaction, Bell's hips engaged in hastier expressions of all the things her craved most, and he didn't want to hold back, relentless and driven in ways that didn't want to let up. He continued fucking faster, giving in to the pleasure and the chaos with little sense of restraint or concern for anything other than the chance to push her limits, and the snug, greedy embrace of Freya's pussy kept him satisfied, kept him hammering on in quicker motions and desires he knew he was free to take of however he wished.

"Your virginity comes back every day too?" he asked, looking at her with a wicked, smirking delight, claiming the rapturous joy of fucking this much more mature and refined goddess, his fingers reaching into her dress and groping her ample breasts, kneading them without a care as he used her with unerring excitement. He knew what he wanted, knew that the path to getting it was to put her through her paces, and everything he did to meet that attention felt more and more satisfying with each slam forward, pushing into her and teaching her body to respond to his cock.

"Of course it does," Freya said. "It's not a surprise you'd want to take it, and I can tell you're growing more interested by the second in it." She smiled, sultry and wicked as her flirtatious nature brought her to an indulgence just a bit removed from the normal responses Bell found in his indulgences. Freya wasn't changed tall by the way he fucked her, but she was naturally receptive to the attention he provided her, more prepared to give in to it as he continued his aggressions and pushed against her quicker, hastier. He knew what he was doing and how to make it spiral off into madness, persistent and steady in how he used her. Her response enticed him, made him hungrier for this pleasure, made him more thoroughly prepared to push on and really lay into her.

The commotion and back and forth brought on a rush of aggressions that Freya should have been more bothered by, but she was steady, controlled even as this mess swelled further out of control and the disproportionate attention wore her down, made her breath ragged as Bell used her without a care, roughing her up and driving her pussy into a state of service and surrender too grand to help. It met its grand end only as he drew sharply back, groaning, "Finish me with your hand," as he marveled at the power he held.

Sure, Freya's pussy felt amazing, but as she grasped his cock and began to stroke, her big tits jiggled and shook right in front of him, her soft glove providing a very different feel as she worked along his cock, dress still tugged to the side and showing off her pussy as her arousal dripped down to the floor. "It feels like the least I can do, I suppose," she said, giving a wink and a giggle as she stroked him all over, bringing her other hand upon his cock to handle how much dick she was really dealing with here. She gave herself to this mess fully, remaining completely detached and unaware of what any of it meant as she kept going, pumping along and bringing Bell closer toward a pleasure he was vocal about pushing into, falling deeper into his lusts and embracing every second of this pleasure until finally, it proved too much for him.

With a noisy, wicked groan, Bell came all over Freya's front. Ropes of messy, sticky spunk clung to her clothes and her bare skin, and there was so much about her outfit to be exposed that Bell decided to finish the deal. He grabbed the coverings over her breasts and tugged them aside, exposing her tits now too and confidently telling her, "Don't rearrange this at all today."

"I won't," Freya said, voice finally dipping into something bland and flat as she acknowledged his order and accepted it. She didn't think much of it, and immediately shifted back into a welcome, warning opening, remarking, "I hope you enjoy the grimoire. Consider it a gift."

Bell smirked, picking it back up as he watched his cum run down her body, and he was delighted, drawing slowly back, admiring the mess he made of her. "I'll let you know if I have any trouble with it," he said, knowing then that he'd have to keep an eye on Freya and take her daily virginity too.

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Relaxed back with a smug smirk and his eyes on the lovely Hiryute sisters, Bell took his doubler footjob with pride, both girls sitting before him and pressing their feet against his lap, working them up and down along his cock in steady motions of deference and respect, accepting this treatment and doing what they could to give in to it all. The bustier Tione's breasts jiggled a bit form the jostling and motion that came from her steady up and down, while Tiona's relatively flat chest lingered and remained mostly static. Bell didn't mind too much, pushing against this with greater excitement, even though he didn't need to do but sit there and let their feet work over his dick. They were both ready to please, even if they didn't really seem like it.

Both sisters sat fairly bored as they gave him a titfuck, silent and deferential as they did their task, neither showing much fire or care for how they worked at his pleasure. It simply didn't matter, their bodies steady and their feet working with a forward acceptance and focus that didn't mean a damn thing other than what it was. They worked to satisfy his demands, and didn't focus on much else, detached and removed from the situation, simply doing what was asked of them. They didn't move with a whole lot of purpose, but within that steadiness and submission came everything Bell wanted to feel. Their distance only further excited him for how steady it was, for how much they did their tasks and how much they kept pushing.

"You both look great today," Bell said, smug and delighted as he watched them keep up the attention on his cock, neither woman doing anything about this, and mostly writing off his comment as something sexual to be ignored and dismissed. They both wore their general steadiness and lack of response more enticingly than the others did, and Bell wasn't sure what exactly it was that pulled him in like this, but he knew he was having much more fun in the process, enjoying their motions and their attentions, doing his part to keep pushing firmer and using their bodies thoroughly.

His cock ached between the pressure of their feet, the rubbing and the stroking that came from their slightly clumsy attentions. Bell didn't do much, accepting this attention and letting the feet work at his cock, steady and tireless and giving him all the satisfaction he could have asked for. He relaxed back, letting the attention come to him, letting the feet work for his pleasure as he admired their bodies, both gorgeous Amazons letting him ogle them without any care for how his eyes strayed and how he made such an overt show of his arousal. They accepted it, passive, steady, letting him eyefuck them while they gave him the footjob he demanded they gave in, completely detached from any sense of awareness or normalcy about this situation.

Bell wasn't ashamed of finishing wherever he damn well pleased, and at his current mood, he felt like where he wanted to lose himself was all over the sisters' feet. With a firm groan, he let the pleasure take him without restraint or sense, cock erupting with hot spurts of gooey, messy delight all over the sisters' feet, neither registering it as much of anything as he let them both take the mess. He came all over their feet, but hardly done with anything yet, he said, "I want you to clean my cock up. Both of you." He was relaxed, casual, letting the craziness come to him as he savoured the indecent sight before him, ready to make the most now of this depraved opportunity.

The sisters drew back and shifted forward, both moving with automatic, unfeeling purpose to do what they were told. Their bodies advanced, fingers grasping the base of Bell's cock and holding firm as they brought their tongues down upon his shaft, licking it in subservient motions of sweeping attention and surrender. They were bound to give in to these demands, accepting their place and falling swiftly into position, tending to his every want and frustration in the process. Obedient licks and a steady, waiting push into pleasure brought on exactly what he wanted, leaving him to relax back and admire the way they tended to him, neither woman wearing much as they paid praise to his cock, but the scant dressing brought on a weird sort of excitement, evoked a twisted delight that Bell found more enriching in some strange way, able to savour just how much they did to satisfy his desires and his greed.

Shifting and squirming about on the bed as he let them both work at his excitement and his relief, Bell found himself in a position he could enjoy thoroughly. The licks and kisses were aggressive and adoring, but even more exciting than any of that was the way they took turns sucking his cock into their mouths, paying sloppy praise to his dick and slurping it down, thoroughly cleaning him off and embracing the strangeness and the pleasure of something fierce. Their licks kept up, tending to him, bringing him a pleasure and a satisfaction he opened up to completely. He watched them go, watched them lick and slurp at every spare drop of cum.

When finally his cock was slick with their spit and he felt fully cleaned, Bell commanded, "Share it," and leaned into the joy of watching the sisters turn in toward one another. They shared a sloppy kiss with every drop of cum still waiting for his approval and delight. As they made out, Bell got to recline and linger, let him feel out if he wanted to take on some more attention with the girls and fuck them again before he left.

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Swinging around to the Hostess was a good way for Bell to zero in on a new target, and he ended up setting his gaze on both Anya and Chloe, whose attempts to greet him very quickly turned into both women down on their knees, each sucking on one of his balls while his cock rubbed against their faces. He stood with the utmost confidence and delight over them, let their mouths tend with sloppy attention and worship to his nuts while he indulged in the satisfaction of having them adore him.

"This is some service," Bell groaned, head easing back as the swell of satisfaction rose through him, bringing him a pleasure and a lust he could sink into, giving in deeper and savouring the joys that followed, wanting to push into the deeper appreciation, wanting it so much more than could be helped. He watched them go, preparing himself and doing his part to keep pushing, to indulge in this strangeness and opening up to the mess before he drew back, cockslapping both maids briefly and then shoving his dick into Anya's mouth. No reason he picked her first, just wild gut impulse, just the push into pleasure pure and greedy and forward, as he embraced the sloppy opportunities before him and did his part now to lay waste to her.

Anya gagged and sputtered on his cock as he hammered forward, one hand on the back of her head and the other clinging to Chloe's headpiece so he could keep her in place, hammering down one catgirl's throats while the other waited her turn. He was greedy and direct in the pleasure he kept pushing on toward, finding himself right where he needed to be, unashamed and direct in his approach, using her without a care. He savoured how snug her throat felt, how much these continued pleasures did to him things he was happy to keep rolling with, unerring depravity and careless thrusts simply refusing to slow down in the wild spiral of lust that carried him.

He didn't waste a second in switching over, either, pulling back from Anya's throat and ramming into Chloe's next, facefucking her with the exact same speed and desperation. For all intents and purposes, the girls were basically interchangeable, just cute cat girls who he'd ended up with an eye for and a desire to claim. They both gave up fully to him, and he did his part to utterly misuse and disrespect and surrender, pushing against them both with callous intent and a reckless greed that kept him aching, kept him burning hotter. He knew he was in a position to get everything he wanted, and he took great pleasure in using their bodies for that purpose, challenging them both.

Back and forth he switched, dipping down both girls' throats with reckless intent. He didn't quite have contempt for the girls, but he didn't really care what got in the way of his use of their bodies, loving the pleasure that came from pushing harder, demanding from her more and more as she struggled to keep up, struggled to deal with just how much fever could carry his hips forward. He knew he had them both right where they belonged, and all he needed to do was indulge. He facefucked both with blistering speed and a pace as thorough as could be.

Sometimes, he didn't even go down their throats. Tugging their faces in tight, he forced them instead to slobber all overhits cock, licking and kissing every inch of it as they gave up to the chaos and the winding, heated fever of giving him everything he wanted. There didn't need to be a whole lot of sense to this mess, as they licked and serviced him, obedient as could be in the shameful swell of subservient heat carrying them deeper into their devotion. Neither woman registered the situation around them, doing their part to give Bell his oral attention with the acceptance of this mess. It wasn't part of their job, it was just something they did, something that they didn't think about as their occupied minds lived elsewhere, leaving him free to indulge harder, rougher, facefucking them or cramming them in to slobber all over his dick at the same time.

His favorite position in the end was one that involved keeping Anya low, sucking his balls while he hammered into Chloe's throat, using both women with the most reckless and shameless of pleasures, focused only on her unraveling. There wasn't a shred of sense or control in this mess, he just went all out and used her with careless delight, a vigor so shameless and so primal that he felt like a king. "Can someone get a bowl?" he shouted out, feeling a twisted desire wash over him as he kept pushing, feeling out the wicked delight of what he decided he wanted to do to them. He was callous, greedy, driven by his worst instincts and loving every second of it.

The girls kept sucking on his cock and his balls as someone brought a bowl over, and he was happy to keep riding this high, keep indulging rougher in the mess of indulgence and lust that had him aching for more. He couldn't be stopped, ready and fierce and holding tight onto the bowl as he prepared himself to let go, drawing back at the very last second and loosing a powerful, greedy groan as he let himself go. He came in the bowl, blowing his load and filling it up with a gooey mess of his seed as he watched the catgirls kneel before him in calm, deferent acceptance, ready to do their part now and not doing much of anything to address his presence.

But he laid the bowl in front of them and said, "Have a treat," and both catgirls leaned forward, starting to lick at the bowl of cum and drinking his seed right out of it like obedient little kittens, a gesture as humiliating and as wild as could be, but one that he was all too happy to savour, standing there admiring their degradation. Nobody around them seemed to register it, accepting it and overlooking it while they went about their meals, leaving Bell free to stand there and admire his own private little humiliation secret, one he could simply watch and adore.

This was a power nobody should have, and Bell knew he didn't exactly make a great case for his use of it, but as he watched a pair of catgirls lick his cum from a bowl and the world around him simply went on without a care, he felt like the power was still in the best of hands.

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