The World Is Mine For The Taking

"Ah... ahhn, ah, ah... ahhhnnn, ahh, ahhh, ahhhhnnnnnn~... ahhh...~"

"Ahh, ahh, ahhhh... ah... ahh... ahhhh~... Ahh, ah, ahh... ahhhh...~"

Their voices echoed in a tangled symphony of lust as I kept thrusting, hips moving rhythmically, alternating between their tight, dripping holes.

The sensation of slamming into both their asses, slick with mixed arousal, was intoxicating—wet, warm, and clenching—like heaven made flesh.

Their juices blended into a slippery mess, coating my shaft every time I pushed in and pulled out, leaving wet, obscene sounds behind.

The pleasure of plunging into their already ruined holes was something primal, something that gripped me by the spine and refused to let go.

Each thrust brought out different reactions—

Tris would tighten around me unexpectedly, her pussy squeezing like a vice before releasing in slow pulses, followed by a sudden suction that pulled at my cock as if begging for more.

Johanne, on the other hand, was smoother with her insides deep and slippery, wrapping around me in a way that made me feel like I was being devoured entirely.

She didn't just take me—she welcomed me, swallowed me, and invited me deeper with every wet spasm of her inner walls.

Both of them were fighting—unknowingly—battling for my cock, for attention, for satisfaction. They kept moaning, eyes rolling, drool slipping from the corners of their lips, hips grinding back to meet me halfway, all while their climaxes drew closer, trembling right at the edge.

With each slap of my hips against their flesh, waves of ripples bounced across their asses—soft, thick, and perfect.

It was hypnotic, watching their cheeks jiggle and clap with every deep, powerful thrust. These asses weren't just built for display—they were crafted to be fucked.

"Ahh, ah, ah, ahhnn, ahh... ahhh, ah, ah, ahhh...~"

"Yannnn, ah... ahhh~... I-It feels too good...~ P-Please, more... more...~!"

I dug my fingers into Tris's ass, feeling the heat and plumpness of her flesh as I shifted focus to Johanne, plunging hard into her, my shaft hammering deep into her soaking pussy. My hand never left Tris's curves, kneading and gripping greedily.

Threesomes were more than just fantasy... they were divine. I had to do this again. Maybe next time, we'd bring in Myrcella. She had already tasted the thrill of a threesome, so I doubted she'd refuse. That thought alone made my cock twitch harder.

But I had no time to fantasize.

My climax was coming—burning hot in my core, building up ever since I held it back earlier. My hips began to move faster, rougher, my pelvis crashing against their asses in a relentless rhythm.

"Ah, ahh, ahhh... ah, ahhh, ah, ah, ahhh, ah, ahhh, ahhnn~... Ah, ahhh, ahhhh...~ Hnnnn, ahnnggghhh...~"

"Annghhh...~ nnnnnnhhhaa... ahhnn, hhhaaaaannn...~"

Their moans were climbing, breathy and high-pitched, trembling with desperate need. Their bodies were twitching, writhing, and begging—both on the brink of orgasm, trembling against me as if trying to sync their release with mine.

"I'm gonna cum, you two...!" I growled, my voice hoarse as I sank my fingers deeper into Tris's flesh, gripping hard.

The pleasure surged from the base of my spine, radiating like electricity through my entire lower body. My teeth clenched, the pressure in my cock nearly unbearable as the climax approached—slowly, torturously slow—dragging every nerve in my body along with it.

"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhnnnggg, ahhnnn, ahhn, ahn, ahn, ahhhh...! Ah! Aah, aaaahhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!"

"Nghhhh...~ Nnnnnhhhh~!!! Ahh, ahhnnnn, ahh, ahhh, ahhhhhh~... Ahhhh, ahhhh...~!"

I couldn't stop it any longer.

Tris came hard.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn~!!!"

Her orgasm hit like a crashing wave. She squirted violently, her pussy clenching so hard it popped my cock right out of her. The liquid burst out in a rush, spraying against my thighs and soaking the sheets below.

Without skipping a beat, I pointed my cock at Johanne's twitching cunt and slammed it in again. Her walls fluttered violently, spasming as if anticipating what was coming next.

"Guh...!"

With a guttural grunt, I came—my sperm launching inside her with a force that made her gasp. Thick, hot cum splashed against her inner walls, flooding her pussy and forcing her womb to stretch from the sheer volume I poured into her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...~!!!!"

She climaxed at the same moment, screaming in pleasure. Her pussy contracted fiercely, milking my cock in uncontrollable waves, squeezing every drop out like it was starving for my sperm.

What was still left inside my balls—every lingering load that had backed up inside me—was forced out, pumping deep into her until it overflowed.

Eventually, her body went limp.

I slid my cock out of her, slow and sticky, watching as her cunt stayed wide open, pulsing slightly. A thick string of semen clung from her stretched opening to the tip of my shaft, heavy and glistening.

It dripped freely, sliding down her slit and pooling into the sheets in a mess of white.

Goodness, what a sight. Something that would've felt impossible in my past life—now right in front of me.

I was living it.

And I was going to make these two women happy.

We kept going afterward, fucking again and again, until both Tris and Johanne were stuffed with my cum four times each.

By the end of it all, they both lay in my arms, sound asleep and completely satisfied.

***

The next day...

I walked through the academy gates, yawning lazily, my steps unhurried.

On either side of me, Johanne and Tris strolled confidently, their skin practically glowing, hair messy in that unmistakable post-sex glow. Their bodies looked satisfied—thoroughly fucked—and the stares from the other cadets didn't go unnoticed.

"S-Seriously?"

"T-There's no way that's real..."

"I heard it. Their moans were insane."

"If you passed near their room last night... you definitely heard it."

"I can't believe this... Even the Heir of the Sword Saint? And Tris too? That weird girl? What the fuck... how does he of all people, some so-called useless cadet, manage to score like this?"

"I heard he's also dating Princess Myrcella now."

"And I heard he's close with the girl who wears an eyepatch."

"Even Zeruel seems to be getting interested in him."

The whispers surrounded me, buzzing through the academy like wildfire. Everyone had started questioning my very existence.

In my first year, I was nobody. A loser at the bottom of the ranks. Weak. Worthless. Invisible.

Now... technically, I was still at the bottom.

But the difference?

Now, everyone was watching.

Because the women around me weren't just rumors anymore... they were reality.

As we walked past the gates, I felt three distinct, sharp gazes pierce into me.

I recognized each one instantly.

The first came from Irene.

The second, from Zeruel.

And the third... from someone I never expected.

Isiliraiellyn.