Sex Stories: Mr. LarsBar's Nut Factory

Three women. Three heroines. Three routes.

One red couch. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

What else was going to happen but you fucking their brains out? What else but pure ecstasy and moans? Sweat and pussy juice falling from the sheer dicking you gave them? 

Fucking Rin Tohsaka in the ass while fingering Sakura Matou and Saber.

"YES, YES, YESSSS~! I LOVEEE IT~! I LOVE GETTING FUCKED IN THE ASS~! I LOVE IT SHOO MUUCH~!" 

Fucking Rin so good that she was slurring her words together—losing her pride, losing control. 

Her lewdness was a great nightmare. Her anus was defenseless. It contracted everytime you moved, looking like a second reproductive opening. 

Rin Tohsaka's anus.

As for Sakura, her pussy still had some room even after accepting your two fingers. It expanded, contracted, wrapped itself around you and squeezed. The varying movements were like those of an educated prostitute.

"Mmmph~! I love it so much~!"

Finally, Saber. The King of Round Table. Literally King Arthur. 

"Ah~! Oh~! So good! B-but—mmmmph~!" She stifled her moans with a hand to her mouth. The blonde pretended to be unfazed, pretending that she wasn't moaning and crying from your fingers.

You smirked, pulled out of Rin's ass, and—slam! Drove your cock right into Saber.

"Oh Lord~! Oh gosh!" You thrusted twice. Saber went wide-eyed and her hand fell from her mouth. "I-I'M SO SORRY! SO SORRRY! B-BUT I'M C-CUUMMIIING~!"

You smiled, sheathed your cock into her sheath of a pussy, and creampied her. Saber was tight and, honestly, there was nothing better than to ruin the icon of the Fate franchise with your cum.

***

You stepped out of the living room, still catching your breath, your body humming with the residual energy of your encounter with Saber, Rin, and Sakura. You were in a hall. Again.

"It's not the same though," you noted. "This hall has no art or tables. It's just a long, long hall. Weird…"

The air felt cooler against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of the fireplace room you'd just left. You walked. There were indeed doors. You wanted to check but considered exploring and finding something more familiar. As you rounded the corner…

"Found him!"

Three dark-skinned women stood. 

Yoruichi, Mirko, and Korra, all in bikinis. The one that spoke? Yoruichi?

A finger pointed, Yoruichi leaned casually against the wall, her golden eyes locking onto yours with a sultry smile. Her orange bikini clung to her hourglass figure. The purple hair, dark-skin, and golden eyes…

You popped out a boner faster than the Flash Goddess could use Flash Step. 

She tilted her head upon seeing that erection of yours. "Looks like you've been conquering quite a bit, haven't you?"

Was there a point in hiding your cock? No. You stood proud. Your cock stood proud.

Ever the energetic bunny, Mmirko bounced on the balls of her feet, her white bikini a playful, provocative choice that suited her hair and bunny ears. Her muscular thighs flexed as she moved, and her grin was wide and mischievous. "Come on, come on! Let's fuck like rabbits already! I only fuck REAL men."

Korra wore the sluttiest outfit of them all: a blue microkini. You could practically see her tits and her pussy. She regarded you with a cool, assessing gaze. "Heh, you look ready to go! I like it!" 

Yoruichi disappeared from view, then grabbed your shoulders. "Let's get going on?"

One moment, you were in the hallway; the next, you were lounging on a poolside chair, the warm sun kissing your skin. 

"D-did she…"

The Flash Goddess. No wonder she was given that nickname. Yoruichi Shihouin really was THAT fast.

Korra appeared behind you one second later and her hands went right to your shoulders. Her fingers pressed into your muscles with expert precision, kneading away the tension. "Relax," she murmured, her voice a soothing balm. "You've earned this."

But relaxation wasn't exactly on the agenda. Mirko wasted no time, climbing onto your lap with the energy of a woman on a mission. Her hands went and grasped yours, her thighs straddling you. Her bikini bottoms had already been discarded, and the heat of her pressed ass against your bare cock sent a jolt of electricity through you. "You're not getting off that easy," Mirko said, smirking.

Just like that, her pussy took in your cock and slammed down.

"Haaaahh~!" Mirko threw her head back, smiling with utter joy and ecstasy. "I missed this!"

Slam, slam, slam!

"I missed this! I missed this so, so MUCH~!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

She immediately began to slam her ebony ass down. Quick and rhythmic, like a rabbit in heat, her moans were loud and unrestrained. "Yes, yes, YES~! YOUR COCK IS FUCKING PERFECT! I'VE FUCKING MISSED THIS DAMN COCK!"

Each thrust, each clap, everything was punctuated. 

"Enjoying that rabbit pussy?"

That was the sound of the woman that had brought everyone here; Yoruichi lay down beside you on another chair, her body stretched out like a feline basking in the sun. Her fingers traced lazy patterns along your chest. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

"CUMMMIING~! THIS BIG ASS COCK IS MAKING ME CUUUMM~!" 

Yet Mirko did not stop. She did not hesitate. She kept fucking like a maniac. No—a rabbit. "A-are you in heat or something?" you managed to ask.

Mirko's eyes flicked down. Her pupils had dilated and her grin was wide. "Hell fucking yeah~! Nnngh~! Yes! Yes, I'm in FUCKING heat and I'm proud of it!! Because…"

Wham, wham, wham! You fucking gasped. She was suddenly tight.

"...I am Mirko the Rabbit Hero! I'm the best there is!" 

Arrogance, not confidence. This dark-skinned woman was different from your previous fucks. They wanted to please you. Mirko? She wanted to please herself equally as much as she wanted to fuck you. 

Yoruichi giggled and practically laid on your, boobs to your arm, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "You're quite the popular one, aren't you?" Her kiss was soft but insistent, her tongue teasing your lips as she deepened the connection. She was every bit the seductress, her every move calculated to keep you distracted. 

Korra's hands continued to work their magic, her fingers kneading the knots in your shoulders as she watched the scene unfold. Her smirk grew wider and her glorious face appeared above you. "Heh, you're holding up better than I expected buuut let's see how long that lasts."

The lewd claps. The loud moans. 

Mirko did not give mercy. Her pace was frenetic and unyielding. Her thighs clenched around you, her whole body moving with a wild abandon that left you breathless. Her head was thrown back as she rode you with a passion that was almost feral. "You feel SO good," she gasped, her voice trembling despite the saliva-oozing grin. "This cock! THIS COCK! Don't stop—don't you dare stop! Don't you FUCKING DAREEEE—-STOP MAKING ME CUMMMM~!" 

Yoruichi's kisses moved lower, leaving a trail of fire along your neck and collarbone. Her fingers danced across your chest, teasing and taunting as she whispered sweet nothings into your ear. "So much stamina in you. Come on, just cum already~"

"Hehe~" Her microkini off, Korra decided to make a bigger move. She went from massaging your shoulders to sitting on your face. You lapped up Korra's pussy. You fucked Mirko's pussy. You were doing everything in your power to last. 

Mirko's cries of pleasure reached a fever pitch. "H-how many orgasms…? Haah…! Haaahhh~! I LOVE IT~!" She stopped to breathe. But you…

You kept thrusting. You were outlasting Mirko.

Korra's eyes rolled back. You were damn good with your tongue. "Oh gosh~! Oh fuuuck~! Y-you're not—mmmph~!" She almost orgasmed. Almost. "You're not too b-bad!"

What an underestimate. You could feel it, Korra was about to cum. 

And Mirko?

The rabbit hero was bouncing on your dick and yet she was losing. She was being overpowered by your amazing dick. Everything you did, every little move from your tongue to your cock, everything was perfect.

"Oh god, oh god, yes! YES, YES, YESSSSSH~!" Mirko screamed, her voice echoing across the pool. "CUMMMIING~!"

She slumped. Mirko actually slumped. The rabbit hero could not fuck for any longer. 

At the same time, Korra slapped a hand on her mouth. She convulsed, her orgasm washing over her in waves. "F-fuck! I-I can't…!" The Avatar lifted herself off your face. She was panting.

She had lost. Korra…Korra couldn't believe it—and she couldn't believe that she loved it. 

Yoruichi blinked several times. "Well, well, well. Two women and they still can't cage you." The Black Princess of Soul Society leaned in, her lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss that left you dizzy. "Looks like it's your loss, Mirko."

"F-fine. Tch!" With a grumble, Mirko pulled herself off you. She literally shook and moaned from every lost inch. She did grin at you, her breathing ragged but her eyes still full of mischief. "I will fuck you again. Mark my words."

"Off you go." 

Yoruichi was instantly on top of you, her lithe body perfectly aligned with yours. This woman was, again, capable of blinking in and out of view. Her golden eyes haughtily stared into yours. She was intense and she was hot. She knew her worth. She knew she was THAT girl.

Even you had to agree. Yoruichi was the tanned bad bitch of not just Bleach but all of anime. Hot and curvy and with an ass that you had to grab and squeeze. Yoruichi smirked. "So eager, aren'tcha?"

You gave that ebony booty a slap. Yoruichi just kept smirking. 

"You're going to remember this." Yoruichi lifted that amazing booty of hers and erotically went down on your cock. You felt her pussylips, you felt her walls, you felt every step of entering a woman's cunt. 

"Like it?" she asked, husky.

"L-love it."

"Good boy~"

She began to move down on you, her ass grinding against your pelvis with slow, deliberate motions. She was taking her time, savoring every moment, and drawing out the tension with every movement. Your cock felt massive inside her. She wasn't loose or anything remotely close to that. No, Yoruichi was just moving and shifting herself and making it feel like there was plenty to venture in her pussy. 

It was different from Mirko who was fast and animalistic. Yoruichi, the Flash Goddess, was painstakingly slow.

The ultimate teaser.

Her lips found yours in a searing kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that matched her slow dominance. Your hands groped her ass cheeks like they were basketballs. They were just amazing. Smooth and ripe—you suddenly realized she had oiled herself for you.

Clap…! Clap…! Clap…!

It was different. So different. When you thrust, you could feel Yoruichi muffling it. Weakening it. She gave no dominance to you. You could feel her power, her confidence. "Mm, such a good, eager boy, aren't you?"

Yoruichi's movements became more deliberate, her hips grinding against yours with a rhythm that was impossible to ignore. She was in complete control. Her hands gripped your shoulders. "You're not going to last," she purred. "But let's see how long you can hold out."

She was right. At this rate, this one minute was going to feel like ten. 

She took what she wanted. She fucked how she wanted. Her breath was hot against your skin, her lips leaving a trail of fire as she kissed your neck, your chest, every inch of you that she could reach. "You're going to remember this," she whispered with a smirk. "You're going to remember me."

Yoruichi's pace quickened ever so slightly. Just a little. 

"You're going to give in. You're going to give me everything."

You realized then that Yoruichi was putting up a facade. She had long since orgasmed. She had long since experienced heaven. How did she hide it? Through her speed. In her world, you were in slow motion. In your world, you failed to catch her expressions. 

"G-gonna…"

"Cum." Her lips found yours in a searing kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that matched her dominance. "Cum and make me whole. Fill me up, honey~"

You hugged those ass cheeks tight, slammed your cock deep into her cunt, and did just that. You and Yoruichi became one. 

This time, you saw her eyes roll back. This time, you saw her orgasm in real-time. No hiding through super speed.

Your legs came up and you pumped her as much as you could. You came until you softened and the two of you needed to breathe. 

"Haah…haah…" The saliva from all the kissing was delectable. Yoruichi licked it up with her tongue. "You really are something, aren't you? I would fuck you again, but…"

She reached back and willingly pulled your cock out of her pussy. Plop! Cum poured out and your softening schlong groaned as you did. 

"Only one creampie per lady," Yoruichi said. She met the eyes of the woman above you. "Ready?"

"More than ready." 

Yoruichi left—and in her place came Korra, the current incarnation of Raava's Avatar—the spiritual embodiment of balance and change.

"Think you've got what it takes to keep up with me?" Korra taunted. 

No time for a reply. Her lips crashed onto yours, her kiss fierce and demanding. There was no gentleness here, no hesitation. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she wasn't afraid to take it. Her tongue plunged into your mouth, exploring with a hunger that left you breathless. She pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, her smirk widening. 

Her boobs, her brown skin, her smirk.

Korra was seriously underrated—and hot. She had a different kind of dominance than She-Hulk or Big Barda. She wanted to challenge you. Defeat you.

And so, she slipped your cock inside her pussy with that intent. A big shock went down her body, from her pussy to her mind, and she grinned. She grinned like an animal.

Korra was competitive like Mirko, but did not share her same arrogance. She thought herself your complete equal. 

She grabbed your hands, bent over with her ass out and her boobs on your chest. Her face was quite close to your face too.

All of this was for the two of you to be on an equal playing field.

Then she started fucking. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Korra's movements were anything but gentle. She stroked you with a rhythm that was fast and relentless, her thumb brushing over the tip with every pass. Her other hand gripped your hip, her nails digging into your skin as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. "You're going to beg," she whispered, her voice thick with promise. "And I'm going to love every second of it."

But you weren't going down without a fight. Over and over again, you entered her slick pussy, her tightness enveloping you in a wave of heat. Korra grinned, a moan escaping her lips as you thrust and fucked. 

But she didn't move. This low fuck. This intimacy. This challenge.

"T-this is everything I wanted! Yes, yes, yes! Dick me down! Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

You grabbed her ass. You went faster.

"YESSSSHHH~! CUMMIIIING~!" 

Her short dark brown hair made her tomboy. Did tomboys shriek so girlishly? Yes. The answer was yes. 

There was nothing slow or tender about it now. This was a battle, a competition, and neither of you was backing down. Your thrusts were deep and hard, each one driving her closer to the edge. Her nails dug into your shoulders, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Is that all you've got?" she managed to choke out, though her voice was already trembling.

You responded by standing up. Holding her by the ass, you stood up from the recliner and fucked her standing. 

Korra immediately felt the difference. 

"Oh~! Oh~! Oh fuuuck~! T-that's it! THAT'S IT! FUCK ME WITHOUT RESTRAINT! GIVE IT EVERYTHING YOU HAVE~!"

Orgasm after orgasm rocked the Avatar's world.

Your hips slamming into hers with a force that made her cry out like a slut. Not the Avatar, not the Master of the Four Elements, but a slut. The people around Korra would probably never believe such a thing. Hell, you wouldn't either. For such a tomboy to be so horny and so slutty towards a man, it was unprecedented..

You managed to bring that out of her. You turned Korra into an ordinary woman hungry for cock.

Her legs tightened around you, her body trembling as she tried to hold on. But it was no use. The first big orgasm hit her hard. She convulsed and she let out a loud, unrestrained moan. "FUUUCK~!!" Korra gasped, her head falling forward onto your shoulder.

But you weren't done. You flipped your positions around and got her to go on all fours on the recliner. She barely had time to catch her breath before you were inside her again, your hands gripping her brown booty cheeks as you pounded into her from behind. 

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Korra's moans grew louder, her body shaking with each thrust. "You're not… going to… break me!" she managed to gasp out, though her voice was heavy with desperation. "N-no! NO! NOOOO~!"

She grinned.

Oh yeah, she lost.

"You're making me orgasm—! You're making me—nnggghh~! Making me a whoooreee~!" 

You could feel her tightening around you again, her body on the verge of another climax. "Oh, I think I already have," you growled, your thrusts becoming faster, harder. Korra's cries of pleasure echoed through the skies of this fantasy world.

"Yes! Yes!" she screamed, her voice breaking as she fell apart again. "You're right! You're right! You're riiiight~!"

You could feel her submission, her soul and mind giving in to yours completely. Her cries of pleasure turned into whimpers, her body trembling with every touch. "You win," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "You win, okay? Just… please…cum inside…"

You smiled, went balls-deep, and instantly came.

Korra threw her head back, gasping and moaning. She couldn't believe how amazing it felt it to be filled by a man. "Haah…! Hnngghhh~!" 

By you.

"...n-next time, haaah, I'm bringing Asami."

***

You realized after the matter that you were still inside the mansion. The sun was out. No rooftop whatsoever, but around you were doors and entry points. Yoruichi was fast, able to blink in and out of view. However, you didn't think she had taken you too far from where you were. You were right in that assumption. 

"I guess I'll go that way." 

Left behind were three creampied women: Yoruichi, Korra, and Mirko. Globs of cum fell from their holes. Big smiles were left on their lips. 

Your bare feet padded against the cool marble floors as you made your way to the window door. Through it you saw the kitchen. That was what you assumed it was. You caught something of a smell behind that door and were hungry. It seemed the best place to go.

The scene before you was nothing short of a dream. Three stunning women—Orihime, Nami, and Hinata—stood in your kitchen, each just as nude as you, laughing and chatting while attempting to make breakfast together.

"Oh, hey, it's you!" Nami noticed you first and waved an arm. You eyed those jiggling boobs of her. You were a fan of One Piece and, uh, let's just the anime did a disservice to those melons.

Orihime, with her long, flowing orange hair and bright, excitable eyes, was at the stove, stirring what looked like a very questionable mixture of eggs, ham, and—were those strawberries? She had a habit of making 'creative' food choices, but her infectious enthusiasm made it hard to protest.

"Good morning! I'm making my special breakfast surprise!" Orihime announced, beaming at you, her ample curves jiggling slightly as she stirred.

Nami, standing by the counter cracking eggs into a bowl, rolled her eyes with an amused smirk. "Yeah, and I'm making an actual breakfast in case you value your stomach's well-being." Her short orange hair framed her sharp, mischievous eyes, and the way she leaned against the counter, her generous chest pressing ever so slightly into the cold granite, was a sight to behold.

Hinata Hyuga was carefully arranging plates and setting the table. Her long, dark blue hair cascaded down her back, her pale lavender eyes glowing with warmth. "O-Orihime's breakfast might be good! We shouldn't judge before we try it," she said softly, her fingers delicately adjusting a fork.

You stepped further into the kitchen, taking in the sight of the three of them completely at ease. The casual nudity didn't even seem to faze them—this was just a normal, happy morning in your mansion.

At this point…you just went with it. 

Orihime suddenly gasped. "Oh! I forgot the soy sauce!" She turned and made a sudden move towards the fridge, unintentionally causing a minor, um, 'bounce' that almost made you forget what day it was. She bent down to grab the bottle from the lower shelf, pussy completely in view. 

You heard Nami snicker next to you.

"You enjoying the view, perv?" she teased, elbowing you lightly.

"I wasn't looking," you lied with a cough and a smile.

Hinata giggled behind her hand, cheeks flushing as she nudged you as well. "You always get so flustered, it's cute."

Breakfast preparations continued with a few more chaotic moments—Orihime almost setting the stove on fire, Nami smacking her on the head with a spatula, and Hinata trying to mediate with an adorable, nervous giggle. There was…no sex. A bit strange but honestly this cast of women were cute without the sex. To not fuck them felt…fitting. 

Eventually, the table was set with a mix of edible and questionable dishes, and all four of you sat down together to eat.

As you all dug in, Orihime looked at you expectantly. "So? What do you think?"

You took a cautious bite of her 'special' dish, chewing slowly as three pairs of eyes stared at you. It was…surprisingly not terrible. A little weird, but edible.

"Not bad," you admitted, making Orihime squeal in delight and clap her hands.

Nami rolled her eyes but smiled. "You're way too nice."

Side by side, you did a brief analysis. In your humble opinion…

'Orihime has the biggest boobs.' 

Your cock sprung into a mighty fine erection. Nobody noticed—except Nami, who smirked and poked your dick with her foot. 

"Mm, so strong and full, aren't you?" Nami remarked. "Well, as much as I'd like to get a nice filling, you have a date with someone else?"

"Oh, I…do? Who?"

"I'm sure you know Street Fighters, don't you?"

***

You strolled into your mansion's private gym, guided by Nami. 

"Here you are! Your private gym, captain!" 

Nami pointed at the door and made a mocking bow. You thanked her and went inside. 

What you weren't ready for was Chun-Li and Cammy.

There they were. In all their naked, athletic glory.

Chun-Li stood near the punching bag, her muscular thighs flexing as she delivered a swift, precise kick. Her sculpted, powerful legs were nothing short of masterpieces, thick and toned from years of martial arts training. Her upper body was lean, her abs lightly defined, and her ample boobs rose and fell as she exhaled sharply.

Cammy, on the other hand, was stretching by the weight rack, her back arched as she reached forward to touch her toes. Her perfect, round rear was on full display. Her lean muscles were taut, her abs just as impressive as Chun-Li's, but she carried herself with a sort of effortless sensuality.

You swallowed hard.

"Ah, there you are!" Chun-Li said, wiping some sweat from her brow. "Ready for your workout?"

Cammy turned, giving you a slow, appreciative once-over. "Oh, he's more than ready for something, alright." She smirked, stretching her arms above her head, which just so happened to make her breasts pop in a rather distracting way.

You cleared your throat. "Uh, yeah. Exercise. Fitness. Health. That's what I'm here for."

Chun-Li gave you a knowing look. "Of course." She gestured toward the bench press. "Let's start with some weight training. I'll spot you."

Cammy leaned in closer, her voice a playful purr. "I'll spot you too. But I might get a little... distracted."

Chun-Li rolled her eyes. "Cammy, we're here to train, not flirt."

"I can do both." Cammy winked.

As you lay down on the bench, Chun-Li positioned herself behind the barbell, ready to assist, while Cammy knelt beside you. Her gaze? Right at your flaccid cock. 

"Cute," Cammy remarked. You hoped that was a good thing. 

"Alright, go ahead and lift," Chun-Li instructed.

You gripped the bar, inhaled, and pushed up. The weight was manageable—until you noticed Cammy biting her lip, watching you with open interest. Your grip wavered.

"Focus!" Chun-Li barked, quickly steadying the bar. "Cammy, could you please stop?"

"Not my fault he's so interesting," Cammy murmured, playfully tracing a finger along your limp dick and balls. 

You somehow managed to complete a few reps before Chun-Li guided the bar back into place. "Good. Now, let's move on to legs. You're going to squat."

Cammy just smirked. 

Chun-Li led you to the squat rack, demonstrating perfect form as she effortlessly sank into a deep squat, her thick thighs flexing beautifully. It was mesmerizing. Her pussy, her boobs…everything about Chun-Li made your cock twitch. 

You would get hard but honestly…this was kinda fun. 

"Like this," Chun-Li said, standing up and motioning for you to try.

Cammy leaned in, whispering in your ear. "I bet you'd rather watch me do it."

She strutted forward, turning to give you the perfect view as she dropped into a flawless squat. Her round, firm backside went up and down, never jiggling from how toned it was, and her pussy spread subtly with each squat. 

You suddenly felt very, very motivated to train harder.

Chun-Li sighed. "Cammy, are you here to train or to seduce?"

"Both," Cammy admitted shamelessly.

The workout continued, with Chun-Li keeping you on task while Cammy took every opportunity to flirt, tease, and show off her flawless physique. By the time it was over, you were exhausted—not just from lifting weights, but from the sheer effort of keeping your composure.

Chun-Li handed you a towel. "You did well today. Keep up this pace, and you'll get stronger."

Cammy leaned against you, tracing a finger down your chest. "Oh, I think he's already plenty strong in some areas." That was when she grabbed your cock.

Your cock, well, was in a state of rage. A pure, lengthy erection that did not wish to go down anytime soon. Chun-Li blushed when she saw it. Cammy licked her lips.

So close. So hot. Nnngh, your balls ached. 

"Fighting... Winning... Everything else is secondary... I always believed that... Until now. Now I want to know who I am... and why I fight! I fight…" Her hands from a grip on your cock to your balls. "For you."

You wished you could say you fucked the both of them right then and there. But no, instead—

Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!

—you succumbed to a premature ejaculation and splattered your load all over the floor. Chun-Li put a hand over her mouth. Cammy just smirked and jerked you off until you were all done. You exhaled and flushed, embarrassed. 

"Mm," Cammy hummed. Cammy was just so close. The British woman stroked your balls while she whispered in your ear, "I have some more workouts to do but in an hour…let's fuck."

Chun-Li wrapped an arm over her boobs, swallowing thickly. She didn't speak but you knew what her intentions were. You knew the Chinese fighter was glancing over your pulsating wet cock. She wanted some of that too.

"H-Happy Valentine's Day," Chun-Li stammered out. "Um…"

She walked up to you and gave a kiss to the cheek. She was red as a tomato. "L-like she said," Chun-Li whispered. "An hour."

Wow. 

It became clear to you then and there that you could make a fool of yourself in this fantasy mansion and they would still love you.

***

This fantasy mansion was owned by you. That much, you managed to ascertain and then get confirmed by Chun-Li. 

You strolled through the grand halls of your mansion, enjoying the luxurious solitude that came with living in such a place. Completely nude, because why not? It was your home, and you enjoyed the freedom. The polished floors reflected the light from the crystal chandeliers, and the air smelled faintly of lavender and mischief.

Then, out of nowhere, you felt it—a firm, deliberate grip on your ballsack. 

Your breath hitched, body stiffening in surprise. Before you could react, a smooth, sultry voice whispered in your ear, the unmistakable lilt of a French accent sending shivers down your spine.

"Ah, mon cher mari… you are walking around so carelessly. What if someone were to take advantage of you?"

Widowmaker.

You turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of her breathtaking form. Her deep violet skin glowed in the dim light and her piercing yellow eyes gleamed with playful menace. Her dark blue hair cascaded over one shoulder, the tight curves of her body accentuated by nothing but the confidence she exuded.

"W-Widowmaker!" You were damn excited to see her. Her hourglass figure was the stuff of dreams. 

She chuckled, pressing herself against your back, her warm breath teasing your ear. "You belong to me, do you not? My dear husband… it is time we make it official. You should plant a baby in me."

Your heart pounded. The way she said it, with such unwavering certainty, sent a thrill down your spine.

You swallowed hard. "Well… who am I to argue with such a persuasive request?"

Her lips curled into a smirk. "Très bien."

And just like that, your quiet stroll through the mansion took a very different turn.

…

…

…

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

"Mmmph~! Mmppphj~! Nggghh~! Amazing! Amazing! Yes, that's it! That's it! Fuck me~! Fuck me nice and deep~!"

Arms crossed, her back arched upward, and her ass high, high up. It was a position requiring flexibility and dedication. Widowmaker had both in heaps. She smirked and let you pound away as much as you wanted.

"Y-you're so tight," you murmured. "So good."

The perfect angle to fuck. That was what this was. A scientifically calculated position to get the most out of his cock and her tight pussy. 

"I have no idea what Talon did but…" CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! "Your skin and your pussy…! I love them!"

"Nngghh~!! I-I'm glad! I-I can…! Haaah! Say the same for your COCK~!" 

"Did you orgasm?"

The assassin's response came in the form of a whimper. You could feel her pussy clamp down and you could make a responsible guess that her eyes were rolled back. 

You were dicking her down good.

Widowmaker's butt was nothing short of perfection—an exquisite masterpiece of sculpted curves and taut muscle. Her sleek, violet skin seemed to shimmer under the light, emphasizing every sultry contour. Firm yet undeniably supple, her backside slammed back without a single inch of lag. The mesmerizing ripples of its flawless shape were addicting. It was the kind of ass that demanded attention, that left an imprint on your mind long after she had vanished into the shadows. Whether clad in her signature skintight bodysuit or—like now—completely bare, it was an undeniable testament to deadly beauty, a work of art balanced between lethal precision and sheer, irresistible allure.

So what did you do with it?

"Oh god, oh god, oh goddd~! This coccck~! This cock! I am addicted! I am ADDICTED~!" Widowmaker proclaimed. "I can't stop CUMMMING~! Oui! Oui! Oui! This cock is the BEST! LE MEILLEUR! LE MEILLEUR!"

Fuck the living shit out of it. Just absolutely go ham on it.

Widowmaker's pussy would NEVER be the same. 

***

"Haah…I can't believe I found you and Widow going at it."

"You, ah, don't like her?"

"Eh, just neutral. Only because you, pookie."

After your intense encounter with Widowmaker, you were found by another woman of the Overwatch Community: Hana Song, better known as D.Va.

The large flat-screen in front of you displayed the classic fighting game Street Fighter, and right now, you were getting absolutely destroyed.

"Wow, you're really bad at this," Hana teased, effortlessly executing another combo with Chun-Li, pummeling your character into submission with the iconic thicc legs. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and she was laser-focused on the match. Her petite but curvy frame shifted slightly with every button press and her B-cups breasts lightly bounced as she reacted to the action on screen.

WINNER: PLAYER 1. 

"Sheesh." you let out a whistle. "You're a gaming god, and I suck."

Hana smirked, eyes never leaving the screen. "It's cute watching you try, though. I'll pick a different character…ooh, how about Mai?"

Mai and her huge tits…suddenly, you wished she was here too. But, well, you glanced over at her, a mischievous thought forming in your mind. Hana was sexy too, albeit in a less traditional way. 

"What's up? Want to rage quit?"

If you couldn't beat her with skill, maybe you could distract her instead. The second game started and as soon as it did, you smiled. "Let's play."

Game start. 

The first ten seconds consisted of blocking and dodging. That was when you struck. "You know, Hana… you look really good like this."

"Hm?" Hana muttered, too focused on the game to process your words.

You continued, lowering your voice just slightly while mashing buttons and playing. "All natural, just enjoying the moment. It's kinda… sexy."

Hana blinked. Taking full advantage, you executed a perfect counterattack, sending Mai flying across the screen.

"W-Wait, what?!" Hana yelped, suddenly flustered. She turned her head to look at you, cheeks tinted pink. "Are you seriously flirting with me to win?"

You grinned. "Is it working?"

She huffed. "No way! You're not gonna—oh crap!"

Her character got hit with an ultimate. From there, you did some low attacks and voila. The first round was yours. 

"…Dammit."

You laughed. "I knew it! Even the great D.Va isn't immune to a little smooth talk."

Hana pouted, crossing her arms under her chest, which, in all honesty, only made for a more distracting sight. "That was totally unfair."

You leaned back, smug. "All's fair in love and Street Fighter."

She sighed dramatically before breaking into a playful grin. "Fine, fine. I'll admit it—you got me. But next round? No distractions. I'm taking you down."

You smirked. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of distracting you, Hana."

Of course, that was a total lie, but hey—you had to use every advantage you could get.

The second round began, and you both launched into a flurry of moves. You were determined to prove your skill, and initially, it seemed like you were the better player. Your character landed hit after hit, pushing Mai back with relentless force. Hana's breathing became heavier, her eyes narrowing in concentration.

When she got like that, the gamer girl did not lose. 

The round progressed and her tactics changed. Mai became more aggressive, mirroring her own growing determination. It wasn't the character in the games getting closer…Hana was getting closer too. She leaned closer, her breath warm on your neck, her breasts brushing against your arm, a deliberate distraction.

You tried to focus, but your attention kept drifting to her naked body. The soft curves of her waist, and the tantalizing glimpse of her moist pussy between her thighs—it was all too much. Your heart raced, and you felt your cock begin to stir, hardening at the sight of this gorgeous woman.

Hana snickered. "Focus, pookie bear," she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. "Or should I make it harder for you?"

Her words sent a shiver down your spine. You tried to regain your composure, but it was too late. Hana's character Mai delivered the final blow, winning the second round.

All matches were two out of three. You simply inhaled and waited.

The next round started and Hana's hands moved with increased fervor, her fingers a blur on the controller. Mai mirrored her aggression and you blocked everything. But it was her mouth, her words, that truly threw you off guard.

"You like watching me play, don't you?" That was her hand. One hand was playing the game and the other hand was around your cock. "Admit it, you're getting hard for me~"

You couldn't deny it. Your cock was throbbing, aching for release. You tried to adjust your position to get her hand away from you. Hana would not allow that.

"Gooners gonna goon. Hehe, I should give you a little reward for playing so well."

Before you could respond, Mai executed a special move. You blocked it, of course, it was too easily telegraphed. It did, however, break your guard and your character was suddenly incapable of movement on the virtual battlefield. 

That was when Hana sprung forward and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

Her mouth was hot and demanding, her tongue dancing with yours. You tasted her, felt her hunger, and responded in kind. Your hands found her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the softness of her skin against your palms. The game faded into the background as your desire for her consumed you.

"Hehe~! I knew you couldn't resist me," she whispered. "Now, let's see if you can resist this."

With that, she dipped down, kissed the tip of your cock, and then gobbled it up. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she took every inch instantly. Her tongue was long and swirled around the shaft. 

Hana was a skilled lover, and her oral talents were no exception. She sucked and licked, her tongue teasing the underside of your shaft, her hands caressing your balls. You couldn't believe it.

Not only was she blowing you but—-

"Nngh! Y-you're still playing?" 

Her mouth was occupied but her hands were not. You winced when her pace quickened, her mouth becoming a tight, wet vacuum, sliding up and down your length. You could feel your orgasm building, your cock throbbing in her mouth.

"That's it, let it go." Her voice was muffled by your cock. "Cum for me, darling. Fill my mouth with your hot load."

Her muffled words were like a trigger and you couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep groan, you exploded, your cum shooting down her throat. Hana swallowed eagerly, milking your cock with her mouth, ensuring she took every drop.

But as she swallowed your load…

WINNER: PLAYER 1. 

She managed to deliver a long combo that took away the last of your health. Hana Song seized victory once more. She smirked when her lips left your dick, cockily licking up all the mixed fluids. "Hehe, delicioso~" 

You were left with empty balls and a sense of satisfying defeat. 

****

After the blowjob, you fucked Hana's brains out. Made her beg, made her moan, made her apologize, and then promise to always blow whenever you played games. Good stuff.

It was officially night now. The moon was up and the sky was painted black. Valentine's Day was almost over. 

You discovered what this fantasy mansion was more or less. Every single fictional woman you had ever jerked off to or were horny about lived here all for your leisure. They were not hypnotized or anything. They each kept their personalities and all that. 

This was an alternate reality. A tiny, near impossible realm where you had the harem of your dreams. In the grand scheme of the multiverse, it was possible. 

Because multiverse shenanigans. That was how Harley Quinn explained it to you anyway. 

You lay back on the luxurious lounge chair, the moon and the night wind caressing your skin as you relaxed on the balcony of your mansion. 

You had the most incredible company—three stunning women who had somehow stepped out of fiction and into your reality. The beautiful Rangiku, with her vibrant orange hair cascading down her shoulders, was leaning over you, her ample breasts just inches from your face. 

"A triple tittyfuck? Interesting?"

Rangiku was the last to arrive. Already smothering your cock were Tsunade and Powergirl—or Karen Starr. Whichever you preferred. 

Her breasts were heavy and soft. Smiling, she went over and joined her fellow big-titty women. She lowered herself and all three of them enveloped your throbbing cock, trapping it between a heaven of cleavage. The sensation was incredible, like nothing you had ever experienced before.

"Amazing…haah…" You eyed each of them. "Tsunade, Rangiku, Karen…I love your tits so, so much."

"Our tits but not his?" Karen joked. "I'm offended."

"I'm not," Tsunade said, smirking. "I'm fifty, ya know. Better to take the compliments than reject them."

Rangiku just laughed. Her tongue darted out, teasing the tip of your cock as it peeked out from between her breasts. She licked and swirled, her mouth so close to your glans but never quite touching it.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands stroking your balls. Your cock might been buried deep, deep inside but not your balls. Powergirl had been the one to notice. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement. Her breasts were just as impressive as Rangiku's, although a cup size smaller, and she wasted no time in giving your balls some mighty fine action.

"Let's give our Valentine a special treat," Karen said. "Hehe, I can feel your balls ache~! I know you can't cum so, so bad~"

Rangiku was to the left and Karen was to the right, her breasts pressed directly against Rangiku's, sandwiching your cock between their luscious mounds. The sensation was overwhelming, as two pairs of soft, warm breasts enveloped your shaft, massaging and stimulating it in ways you never thought possible.

"Oh, god…!" You sat up and your hands reached forward to cup their breasts, squeezing and caressing them as they continued their sensual dance.

The pleasure was building, and you could feel your orgasm approaching, but they showed no signs of slowing down. Tsunade was in the middle. Her breasts were bigger than Powergirl's but smaller than Rangiku's.

Or maybe not. Honestly, with how big their boobs were and how they had to knead them around your feeble cock, it was hard to tell.

Tsunade was smirking—and it was she who wished to actually see your cock the most. She was the Legendary Sucker after all.

Alas, for today, it was all about her breasts. All about giving a delectable tittyfuck. 

Your little guy was buried deep within a heavenly trio of cleavage, each set of breasts unique in shape and size, but equally divine in their softness and warmth. Like…come on. Don't compare. Just appreciate the greatness. 

You throbbed and obviously, you came. 

"Happy Valentine's Day!" all three chanted as you busted the last load of the night. Your balls were wrung dry and you would have it no other way.

Spurts of cum broke from their heavenly cleavage. Like a fountain of water, the three women eagerly lapped up your cum. 

Your cock pulsated and continued to be a fountain of life as it released load after load of hot cum. Your orgasm seemed to go on forever, as the big-titty beauties continued their tittyfuck, milking every last drop from your drained dick.

You lay back, completely spent, as the three women giggled. Your cock was still nestled and invisible between their breasts. You closed your eyes and just relaxed. You deserved it. Truly, you did. 

It was Valentine's Day after all.