Kenji sat at the dining table, fingers tapping, mind racing.
Zara was now Officer of Current Affairs — his right hand, his fuck-toy, his cum-slave. She'd given him everything: the Vex family's secrets, their bloodline, their power, their sins.
He organized it all.
**Elara's Info:**
"The Vex family isn't just powerful," she'd whispered, her voice low, her tits brushing against his arm. "They're *ancient*. Viktor — iron. Blood. Cold eyes. Thick cock. Wide ass. Thunderclap voice. Storm presence. Isolde — curves. Grace. Heavy tits. Round ass. Lullaby voice. Whisper presence. Olivia — firecracker. High tits. Wide ass. Scream voice. Hurricane presence. Cassian — shadow. Mystery. Thick cock. Wide ass. Whisper voice. Ghost presence."
They were missing. No one knew where. Roric refused to say. "They're still alive," he growled. "I *feel* it."
**Leo's Info:**
Leo, Roric's gay brother-in-law, had given him more. "The Vex family's power isn't just Aether," he'd purred, his tongue flicking his lips. "It's *blood*. Real blood. The kind that makes kings kneel. Gods beg. The world tremble. Cassian — he's the heir. But he's not just a son. He's a *weapon*. A blade. A storm. A fuck."
**Zara's Info:**
She'd become homeless. Survived. Until Kenji found her.
Now, she was his.
His fuck-toy.
His cum-slave.
His officer.
Kenji's mind raced.
But his cock throbbed.
Under the dining table, two women were sucking him raw.
Kitsune girl — fox ears, tail, huge tits, wet pussy, tight ass. Anya — chef, pregnant, huge tits, wide ass, wet pussy, tight throat.
They were sucking his cock and balls like demons, their tongues swirling, their lips tight, their throats working.
"Mine first," Kitsune growled, her tongue swirling around his cock.
"No, mine," Anya purred, her lips tight around his balls.
"Shut up," Kenji groaned, his hips bucking, his cock throbbing, his balls tightening. "Both of you. Take turns. Ass. Pussy. Throat. All of it."
Kitsune leaned back, spread her legs, presented her ass. "Take me, Kenji. Fuck me in the ass. Hard. Deep. Fast. Slow. Up. Down. Back. Forth. Round. Round. Round."
Anya leaned forward, spread her legs, presented her pussy. "Take me, Kenji. Fuck me in the pussy. Hard. Deep. Fast. Slow. Up. Down. Back. Forth. Round. Round. Round."
Kenji's cock throbbed. His balls tightened. His breath came in short, sharp gasps.
He shoved his cock into Kitsune's ass, slammed, slapped, grunted, groaned, moaned, screamed, cummed.
Kitsune's ass tightened. Her pussy dripped. Her tits bounced. Her tail swayed. Her moans filled the room. Her sweat dripped onto his chest. Her cum dripped onto his balls. Her breath hot on his neck. Her voice a sultry command.
"You're gonna take it, Kenji," she purred, her hips grinding, her tits bouncing, her ass slapping. "All of it. Every inch. Every hole. Every drop. Every moan. Every scream. Every cum."
He shoved his cock into Anya's pussy, slammed, slapped, grunted, groaned, moaned, screamed, cummed.
Anya's pussy tightened. Her ass dripped. Her tits bounced. Her tail swayed. Her moans filled the room. Her sweat dripped onto his chest. Her cum dripped onto his balls. Her breath hot on his neck. Her voice a sultry command.
"You're gonna take it, Kenji," she purred, her hips grinding, her tits bouncing, her ass slapping. "All of it. Every inch. Every hole. Every drop. Every moan. Every scream. Every cum."
Kenji's cock throbbed. His balls tightened. His breath came in short, sharp gasps.
He stood up, his cock hard, his balls tight, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He left the mansion.
He went to the hospital.
Tobey — Anya's son — was discharged. 12 years old. Kenji spent a wholesome time with him, eating ice cream, laughing, talking, joking.
Then he met Seraphine — Roric's girlfriend. She was a barber. Busty. Tight. Hot. Kenji's cock hardened. He couldn't control the urge.
Seraphine refused. "No, Kenji. I'm Roric's."
Kenji used his hypnosis to make her sleep.
He fucked her in sleep.
With his clones.
And a new power of Aether — when his dick was exhausted, he could awaken it again.
He fucked her hard. Deep. Fast. Slow. Up. Down. Back. Forth. Round. Round. Round.
Seraphine's ass tightened. Her pussy dripped. Her tits bounced. Her moans filled the room. Her sweat dripped onto his chest. Her cum dripped onto his balls. Her breath hot on his neck. Her voice a sultry command.
"You're gonna take it, Kenji," she purred, her hips grinding, her tits bouncing, her ass slapping. "All of it. Every inch. Every hole. Every drop. Every moan. Every scream. Every cum."
Kenji's cock throbbed. His balls tightened. His breath came in short, sharp gasps.
He returned to the mansion.
Seraphine woke up in clothes. Confused. "What happened?"
Kenji smiled. "You were tired. I put you to bed."
Seraphine frowned. "I don't remember."
Kenji shrugged. "You were tired."
He got a mission.
From the three goddesses.
And Vespera — the war goddess.
Special raid mission.
Elara explained the difference between special raid and normal raid.
"Normal raid," she said, her voice low, her tits brushing against his arm. "You fight beasts. You kill them. You take their loot. You leave."
"Special raid," she continued, her voice sultry, her ass swaying. "You fight beasts. You kill them. You take their loot. You fuck them. You leave."
Kenji chose himself.
Roric wanted to come. But in special raid, only one can enter.
Kenji entered.
He defeated every last beast/creature.
He didn't care.
He started to fuck a female orc.
She was a beast creature — animal.
Kenji didn't care.
He shoved his cock into her pussy, slammed, slapped, grunted, groaned, moaned, screamed, cummed.
The orc moaned in animal voice. "Oooh… ahh… ugh… ooooh…"
Kenji's cock throbbed. His balls tightened. His breath came in short, sharp gasps.
Someone saw him.
It was the raid boss.
The witch.
Their fight started.
Kenji was very much trained.
He defeated the witch.
But when Kenji went to have sex with her, he touched her hole.
There was a dick.
Kenji shocked. "Are you a boy?"
The witch smiled. "No. I'm a futanari. I have both a vagina and a cock. No testes. Just a cock. And a pussy."
Kenji's cock hardened.
The witch fucked him.
In his asshole.
...Kenji gave her head. His throat burned with the effort, but the sheer, dense length of the Witch's cock—thick, throbbing, and surprisingly smooth—was a challenge his ego demanded he conquer. He slurped the heavy ridge, drawing the head deep, his eyes tracking the powerful muscles of her thighs as she leaned back on the ruined altar, utterly dominant yet submitting to his desperate oral devotion.
"*Hnnngh!* Swallow it, little swordsman," the Witch hissed, her voice losing its ethereal quality, replaced by a raw, guttural command that vibrated deep in Kenji's chest. Her hand clamped onto his hair, not cruelly, but with the absolute surety of ownership, driving him deeper, forcing him to suckle every rigid inch of his conqueror.
He finally pulled back, slick with his own desire and her pre-come, breathing hard. His own cock, having endured the frantic double-teaming earlier, was straining again, engorged by the sheer spectacle of this monstrously endowed creature.
"You're… fucking… massive," Kenji choked out, wiping his mouth on his forearm, eyes locked on the Witch's dual configuration: the proud, rigid shaft nestled above the wet, inviting slit of her vulva.
The Witch laughed, a sound like shattered crystal. "And you, little hero, are about to be utterly owned. You won the battle, but this body? This body serves *me* first."
Before Kenji could object, she moved with impossible speed. A shimmering, purple vine erupted from the cracked stone floor, wrapping instantly around Kenji's wrists, yanking them above his head and binding them tightly to a broken pillar. **Bondage.** He was immobilized, exposed, his cock twitching in anticipation and slight panic.
"Let's see how sharp that training made you, Kenji," she purred, her fingers trailing down his chest, then down further to grip his hard cock, squeezing the base possessively. "You wanted me? You'll take me in every way I command."
She used her own erect cock, its tip already glistening with internal fluids, and deliberately brushed it against Kenji's shocked, gaping asshole. The sensation was an electric jolt of absolute violation and thrilling possibility.
"This hole has never known a man's true measure," she announced, her eyes burning with ancient power. "Today, it learns."
With a slow, deliberate push that made Kenji scream against the gag of tension in his throat, she breached his sphincter. It was agonizingly tight, a burning resistance that yielded only because of her sheer, unwavering force. She drove that massive length in halfway, pausing to let him writhe against the pillar.
"Feel that, little warrior? That's the taste of defeat. You beat my magic, but you cannot deny my flesh."
Kenji, instead of fighting the pain, surged into it, bucking his hips upward, welcoming the intrusion, the overwhelming stretch. **Anal Sex.**
The Witch gave a deep, guttural grunt of satisfaction and slammed home, burying her entire length into Kenji's protesting but rapidly yielding sphincter. The depth was shocking; he felt the head pressing against his prostate with brutal efficiency.
"*Ah! Fuck! Yes!*" Kenji howled, the sound raw and animalistic, mirroring the orc's cry from moments before, but laced with a different kind of surrender.
She began to pound, a steady, rhythmic assault that was both punishing and deeply fulfilling. While she rammed his ass, her other hand reached down between his legs. She didn't need to touch his cock; her gaze alone seemed to command it. Her **handjob** ability was passive; she simply directed the flow of his own arousal with telepathic suggestion, making him writhe harder against her thrusts, milking him into an early frenzy.
"I'll take your load when I'm done with this hole," she commanded, her voice vibrating with exertion.
Then, as quickly as she started the anal ramming, she withdrew, leaving Kenji gasping, his ass raw and aching, his own cock spraying uselessly onto the floor stone.
The Witch turned slightly, her focus shifting to her own weapon. She licked the shaft of her cock, then guided it towards her waiting **vagina**. The contrast was immediate: the tight, wet grip of her own slit accepting the immense girth she'd just forced into Kenji. She moaned loudly, a true female sound of self-pleasure.
She moved against herself, riding her own erection in her slit, a display of perfect self-sufficiency that only fueled Kenji's lust to break her dominance.
Kenji struggled against the bonds, his mind clearing past the shock and the pain, realizing the situation wasn't about survival anymore—it was about mastery.
"Enough," Kenji ground out, a new, terrifying power hardening his voice.
With a sudden, violent surge of Aether—no longer seeking permission, but *taking* it—the purple vines binding his wrists frayed and snapped into dust.
He lunged, grabbing her hips as she was momentarily lost in her own self-fucking. He spun her around roughly, pinning her against the pillar where he'd just been restrained.
"You wanted to play master?" Kenji snarled, his breath hot against the curve of her neck, his own cock throbbing, demanding recompense. "I beat your raid. I took your body. Now, you follow *my* tempo."
He forced her legs wide, exposing her slick, waiting pussy. He didn't bother with foreplay; he wanted annihilation. He drove his own cock deep into her **pussy**, a clash of immense flesh against flesh, his power finally overwhelming her immediate physical advantage.
"*HRRRRAAAGH!* Take this, Witch! This is the taste of the winner!" Kenji bellowed, slamming into her with piston-like force.
She shrieked, a sound of true surprise this time. Her own cock—still hard and slick—brushed against his hip as he drove her against the stone.
Kenji was a machine now. He fucked her relentlessly, deep **pussy sex**, punishing the softness that had initially drawn him in, demanding everything. He grunted, he roared, he slapped her ass with the flat of his hand, eliciting cries that were a mix of pain and ecstasy.
He pulled out abruptly, his cock dripping silver, and immediately pivoted, taking her hips in a firm grip. He yanked her around so she was bent over the pillar again, her ass presented, the mouth of her asshole still tight from her initial exploration.
"Now, you get what you gave," Kenji spat, his voice thick with dominance. He didn't pause, slamming his cock into her **asshole**, taking the second hole with the same brute force he used on her vagina.
This time, the Witch yielded immediately, her hips rocking instinctively to meet his thrusts. "Yes! Yes, Kenji! Take me! Fuck my holes! Fill me!"
He pounded her ass until his vision swam, his own climax building into an unbearable pressure cooker. He pulled out one last time, the friction nearly stripping the skin from his shaft.
He spun her one final time to face him, gripping her waist tightly. "Look at me," he commanded. He pulled her close, locking their mouths together in a desperate, hungry kiss—the taste of ozone, sweat, and raw sex mingling on their tongues. This was the moment of true connection, the merging of their battle lust.
Kenji braced his feet, lifted her slightly, and drove into her **pussy** with one final, all-consuming thrust. He held himself deep inside her, feeling the dual pressure of his cock buried in her slit and the residual tightness of her asshole against his balls.
"*CUM!*" he roared, emptying himself into her, his entire being focused on the explosion building within his core. He flooded her, feeling the release shake his body, his semen gushing into her wet folds.
The Witch cried out simultaneously, not only from the force of his climax but from her own simultaneous release around his shaft and her own inner magic. A strange, shimmering golden fluid—potion base—mixed with his hot cum in her depths.
Kenji collapsed against her, panting, the world silent except for their ragged breaths.
He looked down at the magnificent, confusing body he had conquered, possessed, and filled.
He gently pushed her away, stepping back, his own cock shrinking slowly, spent.
The Witch—no longer the cold Raid Boss, but flushed, thoroughly used, and surprisingly compliant—looked up at him with something akin to awe.
"You… you didn't just beat me," she whispered, touching the damp evidence of his climax mixing with her own magical fluids. "You utterly dismantled the structure of my power. I am yours."
Kenji took a deep, satisfying breath, the scent of victory and ozone thick in the air. He straightened his blood-splattered tunic.
"Good," he said, his voice now calm, authoritative, the voice of the undisputed master. He pointed toward a ruined workbench covered in strange crystal dust and shattered vials. "Then your new designation is clear. The Vex family needs poisons, antidotes, and enhancements. You are no longer the Raid Boss of the Crimson Labyrinth."
He gestured to the wreckage.
**"You are my personal Potion Maker, stationed here in my mansion. Fail me, and I'll try out your asshole again. Succeed, and you'll have access to every rare ingredient the known realms possess."**
The Futanari Witch smiled, a genuine, wicked, subservient smile. "It would be my honor, Master Kenji. Where shall I set up the alembic?"