The World Is Mine For The Taking

"Ahhn, ahh, ahhh, ahhh…!"

Leon's fingers dug deep into Miss Yr's soft, petite thighs, his grip tightening with each relentless thrust upward. His hips moved in sharp, powerful bursts, slamming into her with an almost primal rhythm. Her body trembled above him, back arched in pleasure, legs quivering with every impact. Meanwhile, Miss Titania and Miss Trill had their faces buried in the messy union between Leon and Miss Yr, their tongues hanging out as they lapped hungrily at the fluids dripping down from that connection.

"Fuaaah, aahhh, ahhh… C-Cumming… Cummiiinggggggggg~…!"

The cry that tore from Miss Yr's throat was beyond lewd. It was purely unrestrained.

Her face was nearly unrecognizable.

No trace of her usual sleepy, distant expression remained. In its place was an entirely different woman who was utterly consumed by lust. Her eyes were unfocused, rolled so far back that only the whites showed, and her mouth hung open in a perfect 'O' shape, tongue limp and dangling from her lips. Her flushed cheeks, drenched in sweat, and the drool dripping from the corner of her mouth made her look completely undone. It was hard to believe this was the same girl who often looked half-asleep during the day.

"How many times has she been cumming?" Miss Titania asked, tilting her head with a playful curiosity, her lips glistening.

"She's already cummed so many times... Just look at that face," Miss Trill replied, her eyes locked on Miss Yr's dazed, blissed-out expression. "She looks like she's hit her absolute limit... but damn, she's really cute like this. Seriously, really cute."

"She does, does she?"

With that, Miss Titania stood up and softly pressed her lips against Miss Yr's. The kiss was tender but deep, as if she was savoring the trembling girl's exhaustion. I watched as Miss Yr's face melted even more with her limbs going limp, moaning into Miss Titania's mouth. Then, as if sharing the taste of that ecstasy, Titania turned and kissed Leon, tongue sliding into his mouth while he continued to thrust hard into Miss Yr's twitching body without pause.

Watching all of it unfold, I felt my thighs instinctively press together. A tingling warmth spread across my crotch, bubbling up from deep within. My body stiffened. I could feel it... this strange, rising pressure, this wet, aching sensation that pulsed with each breath. My breathing grew faster and shallower. It felt dangerous. Like I was standing at the edge of something I wasn't ready to face. But I couldn't look away.

And then, the scene twisted even further into something... something beyond my comprehension.

Leon began switching between the three girls, rotating from one slick, open body to the next, and he was never stopping. One moment he was buried inside Miss Trill, the next he was thrusting into Miss Titania, then back to Miss Yr. It was endless. A cycle of moans, gasps, and wet slaps filling the outdoor bath like music. And all three of them... they adored it. They welcomed every inch of him, every thrust. Their faces—each one flushed, glazed, mouths open and drooling—were filled with mindless bliss. It was hard to imagine these were the same girls I had spent so many normal days with. They looked like... sex-drunk goddesses.

Eventually, Leon had them all kneeling before him in a line. His hand gripped his throbbing thing tightly, stroking it in steady pumps while he aimed at their faces. They were dazed, lips parted, eyes glazed over with anticipation. Like obedient pets waiting for their reward.

And then it came.

Thick ropes of white liquid shot out from Leon's private part, painting their beautiful faces in bursts of sticky release. It splattered across cheeks, dripped from noses, clung to eyelashes, and spilled over open mouths. They didn't flinch. Instead, they smiled.

Licked.

Then tasted.

"Thanks for the meal…" the three of them murmured together, voices dreamy and satisfied.

That was the moment I knew I had to leave. If I stayed a second longer, I really would lose it. My legs were trembling as I turned around, my steps unsteady and my breath ragged. There was a dull, aching heat between my legs, and it was insistent and maddening.

As I walked away, my hand hovered over that spot, brushing against it through the fabric of my garb. The contact sent a jolt up my spine. My chest was rising and falling with every desperate breath. When I finally reached the orphanage, the building had gone completely still. It seemed everyone had already gone to sleep. Even Alice had probably gone to bed by now.

But I couldn't.

There was no way I could just lie down and sleep. Not with this feeling growing inside me... this suffocating pressure in my chest, this warmth that refused to fade.

If I didn't do something, I might really break.

Inside my tiny quarters, I quietly closed the door behind me. Unlike the others' rooms, mine was barely a box. Just a bed, a closet, a small shelf, and the statue of Goddess Jeanne perched in the corner like a silent observer.

Without hesitation, I began undressing.

First came the garb, slipping off my shoulders and pooling at my feet. Then I reached for the garters, unclipping them one by one from the stockings attached to the belt at my waist. Once they were undone, I rolled the stockings down slowly, peeling them from my legs. Finally, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down.

That's when I felt it.

The heavy weight. The clinging dampness.

My panties were soaked... completely drenched.

I didn't know why...

But they were very, very wet.

I also noticed that my nipples was stiff and bulging sharply against the inner fabric of my bra. A quiet heat pulsed through my body, spreading outward in waves, rising slowly but surely. Down below, the slickness between my thighs had become undeniable, wetness seeping and trickling so much that the moisture was now beginning to trail down my inner thighs and pool lightly onto the floor.

It was then that I...

That I...

I stepped toward the bed, my legs trembling slightly beneath me, and lowered myself onto the mattress. The sheets were cool at first, but the warmth of my skin quickly consumed them. My fingers trembled slightly as I brought them between my legs, brushing gently against my private part. I didn't insert them yet. I just let them glide over the sensitive entrance, the soft outer folds already flushed and swollen with need. The moment I made contact, an electric jolt rushed up my spine.

My body reacted instinctively, arching faintly as shivers traveled through me.

And even as I touched myself, I couldn't stop my thoughts from drifting... to him.

To Leon.

That rugged, commanding frame… sculpted muscle over hardened strength… Nothing at all like the boy I remembered from before. The way he dominated each of those three women, the way he had sex with them with raw intensity... it haunted my mind, burned into my memory, and it refused to leave.

I knew it was wrong.

I knew I had sworn myself to Goddess Jeanne, given my devotion and my purpose.

But I couldn't stop.

"Ah...!"

A gasp escaped me before I could contain it. My lips parted on their own, my voice trembling. Was this what moaning felt like? It was unfamiliar, but intoxicating.

I kept tracing my fingers along my entrance, but the ache inside only deepened. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed one finger into my pussy. It slid in easily, coated in wetness, and I began thrusting it in and out—slowly at first, then gradually faster.

It felt… so different. So much more intense than merely rubbing the outside.

"Ahhh…!"

Another moan spilled from my lips, louder than before. My mind was slipping, clouded by the heavy fog of pleasure. I was falling deeper, sinking into the sin I swore to resist.

With my other hand, I reached upward and grasped my breast, squeezing it through the fabric. The pressure only magnified the sensations. I slipped my fingers under my bra, pinching my hardened nipple. That simple touch sent another wave of heat crashing through my body.

"Ah… Ahhh!"

My finger down below started moving faster, the slick squelch of wetness growing louder with every motion. It was obscene, shameless... but I didn't care.

"Ahh, ahh…! Hhnnn, ahhhh!!!"

Something was building. It was an overwhelming wave that gathered tighter and tighter with every motion. Something heavy, primal, and impossible to resist.

It was coming.

I could feel it.

I was going to fly.

What is this feeling…? What… is this…? What is this!?

It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels good!

It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels good!

It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels good! It feels to gooooooooood~!!!

I was drowning in this indulgent sin, unable—no, unwilling—to escape.

And then, just as the rising heat reached its peak, I grabbed my pillow tightly and bit down hard, muffling the cry that erupted from deep within me.

My back arched violently.

"Mnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn~!!!"

That sensation... it was like I had burst through the clouds, soaring into the open sky.

It felt incredible.

It felt… so good.

But—

Would it feel even better… if something thicker than my finger was buried deep inside me?