An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Eveline's back arched violently as Arthur pounded into her without mercy, her throat held tight in his grasp. Her moans came out ragged, desperate, her face twisted in pleasure that no prayer could cleanse. Her thighs trembled around his waist, juices leaking down to soak the sheets beneath her.

Her once pristine image—hair always neat, voice always calm—was in ruins. Her lips were smeared with spit, eyes glazed over, and she was moaning obscenities with every thrust.

"You love this, don't you?" Arthur hissed into her ear. "Being fucked like a cock-drunk bitch."

"Yes! Fuck! Harder! Ruin me!"

He slapped her cheek sharply, just enough to jolt her, and pulled out suddenly.

Eveline gasped, confused, until she saw him grab Althea by the hair and drag the kneeling knight closer.

"You've had enough of a break," he growled at her, yanking the gag off with a wet snap. Her tongue lolled out, drool trailing down her chin.

"Please," Althea whispered, voice hoarse and raw. "Please… use me again."

Arthur shoved her onto the bed beside Eveline, then pulled the Saintess onto her hands and knees over the knight.

"Open wide, Althea."

The masochistic knight obeyed instantly, lying on her back and opening her mouth just beneath Eveline's dripping cunt.

Arthur shoved the vibrating bullet plug into Eveline's ass next, turning it up full. She let out a scream, her hips jolting as the intense vibration shot through her core.

Then he gripped her hips again and rammed into her from behind, forcing her down onto Althea's mouth.

The room filled with wet, filthy sounds—Arthur's balls slapping Eveline's clit, the Saintess moaning as she was spitroasted, and Althea's eager, slurping tongue worshipping her superior's soaked slit.

"That's it," Arthur groaned, thrusting harder. "Lick her like the obedient little knight slut you are."

Althea moaned into Eveline's pussy, her hands grabbing the saintess's trembling thighs, pulling her closer as she sucked on her folds like a woman starved.

Eveline was gone—completely fucked dumb, eyes rolling back, tongue out, gasping every time Arthur slammed into her ass harder than before. The vibrating plug inside her clenched hole made her jerk with every thrust.

"You feel that, Saintess?" Arthur snarled. "You're fucking filthy now. Getting tongue-fucked by your own knight while my cock breaks your ass open."

"Y-Yes! F-Fuck—ah! I'm c-cumming—!"

Arthur didn't let up. He reached beneath Eveline, slapped her clit with two fingers, and she came hard, screaming, collapsing over Althea's face—legs twitching, body shaking violently.

Althea kept licking through her climax, savoring every drop of the saint's sweet mess, moaning as if it were divine nectar.

Arthur pulled out slowly, his cock twitching, soaked in Eveline's juices and lube.

"Switch."

He didn't have to say it twice. Eveline rolled to the side, still shivering, as Althea scrambled up, mouth wet and eyes wild.

"Use me. Use my holes. All of them. Please, Arthur."

He grabbed her by the neck, pushed her onto the bed, face down, and yanked her ass up.

"You want everything?" he growled, slapping her ass red again.

"Yes! I'm your filthy fuckpet—break me!"

Arthur shoved in, rough and fast, making her scream into the mattress. Her hands clenched the sheets, tears leaking down her cheeks as the plug in her ass vibrated again.

Eveline, slowly recovering beside them, crawled over and leaned in, licking Althea's lips while Arthur pounded her from behind.

"You're such a dirty knight," Eveline whispered, kissing her. "Getting off while your Saintess watches…"

"I love it—!" Althea gasped. "More…!"

Arthur grabbed both girls by the hair and pushed their faces together, watching as they kissed deeply, tongues sliding, spit mixing.

"You two are fucking perfect," he groaned.

Althea came hard on his cock, body tensing violently, letting out a muffled, choked scream as her pussy spasmed around him.

Arthur couldn't hold back anymore.

He pulled out, grabbed Eveline by the throat, and shoved his cock into her mouth.

She sucked greedily, lips messy, moaning as she tasted her knight's orgasm still coating him.

He fucked her throat like a beast, using her mouth without pause, until finally, with a deep grunt, he shoved all the way in.

Eveline's eyes rolled back as he exploded down her throat.

She swallowed every drop.

He pulled out slowly, breathing hard, watching as both girls collapsed on the bed, shaking, used, and absolutely satisfied.

Their bodies were ruined, holes sore, throats raw, but the looks on their faces?

Pure bliss.

Arthur leaned back, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Next time," he said darkly, "we bring restraints."

Both girls moaned in unison.

~~~~

The room was heavy with heat, the air still thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and satisfaction.

Arthur lay on his back, breathing slow and deep, muscles relaxed after the brutal session. His cock finally soft, his body spent—but the smirk on his lips remained, smug and content.

On his right, Eveline was sprawled against him, her nude body pressed flush to his side, one leg hooked over his. Her fingers traced lazy circles over his chest, eyes half-lidded and glowing faintly in the moonlight. Her once-perfect braid was undone, golden hair a messy halo across the pillow and Arthur's arm. Her thighs still trembled slightly every now and then, a reminder of how violently she had been shaken earlier.

On his left, Althea lay tangled against him, her face buried in his neck, breasts pushed against his ribs, legs entwined with Eveline's beneath the sheets. Her pale skin was marked with faint red handprints across her ass and thighs, but her expression was one of pure bliss. A satisfied smile tugged at her lips, and the faintest whimper escaped her throat every time Arthur's hand lazily slid down her back.

"…I feel like a mess." Althea mumbled sleepily, still breathless.

"You are a mess," Arthur murmured, smirking. "But a very obedient one."

She gave a low, content giggle, rubbing her cheek against his chest like a cat.

With a soft hum, Eveline raised her hand, chanting a low spell. A faint golden glow shimmered across the bed. The cleanse magic activated, washing away every trace of their sins—sweat, spit, cum, and the steady streams of squirt that had soaked into the mattress.

The dampness faded instantly. Sheets dried. Bodies cleaned. Skin smooth again, as if they hadn't just been reduced to moaning, writhing animals moments ago.

But the ache in their muscles, the bruises on Althea's hips, and the slight sting between Eveline's thighs told the real story.

Eveline leaned up and kissed his jaw, voice sultry but tired. "You're lucky I had just enough mana left to cast it. I'm drained."

"You're not the only one," Althea whispered. "My legs are still twitching…"

Arthur chuckled, wrapping an arm around each woman, pulling them closer. Their bare bodies pressed against him, their breaths syncing with his.

Silence settled over them—comfortable, warm, intimate.

"…You were amazing," Eveline murmured, nestling her head against his shoulder.

"You ruined me," Althea added softly, her voice laced with pride.

Arthur's grin widened.

"Good," he said simply.

The three of them lay there, wrapped in tangled limbs and heat, the room dim and still.

Outside, the academy grounds were silent, bathed in moonlight. Inside, behind the locked door and soundproofed walls, the aftermath of pure debauchery faded into soft breaths and slower heartbeats.

Eveline's fingers eventually stopped moving, her breathing deepening as sleep tugged at her. Althea was already half-asleep, clinging to Arthur's arm like a pillow, her lips brushing his skin.

Arthur stayed awake for a few more minutes, staring up at the ceiling with a satisfied smirk, running his fingers through both women's hair.

Two depraved women—his, now. Ruined and claimed.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself with a sleepy chuckle. "Best reward I've ever given."