While we waited for Titania to finally return ho, the days at the academy dragged on with the sa unchanging dullness they always had.
Classes ca and went. Training sessions blurred together. als tasted the sa no matter how much effort the cooks put into them. The halls were noisy, the courtyards crowded, and yet everything felt strangely hollow. It wasn’t that anything was wrong on the surface—nothing had changed, really—but that was exactly the problem.
For so reason, the absence felt heavier this ti.
Maybe it was because Titania wasn’t around to cling to , to hover just close enough that I could feel her presence even when she wasn’t speaking. Without her, the days felt flatter, quieter in a way that wasn’t peaceful. Just empty.
To be honest, it was lonely.
That realization surprised more than I liked to admit. There had been tis before when Titania and I hadn’t seen each other for months. Back then, it barely registered as sadness. Life simply moved on, as it always did. Distance existed, but it never felt like a wound.
But this ti was different.
When she was the one who left—when she was the one walking away—it felt like sothing had been carved out of . Not painfully, not violently, but cleanly, like a piece that had simply been removed without asking whether I needed it or not.
I caught myself thinking about her at odd monts. During lectures. During training. Even during quiet monts when my mind should have been elsewhere. It was subtle, but persistent.
This was probably how Titania felt whenever I was the one who had to leave her behind.
The thought lingered longer than it should have.
Because of that, I made myself a promise. When she ca back, I wouldn’t treat it casually. I wouldn’t let it be just another reunion swallowed by routine. I would make sure she was surprised. I would make sure she felt wanted. Loved. Properly, undeniably loved.
That resolve stayed with .
Still, while she was away, it wasn’t as if I was spending my days completely cold and untouched.
I wasn’t alone.
I still had most of my girlfriends around , after all.
"Aaahhh! Nghhh, ah—ahhhnghhh...!"
Yr’s voice echoed through the room, raw and unrestrained.
I was fucking her, my arms locked beneath her legs as I lifted her against . Her body was warm, pliant, and reacting instantly to every movent I made. My grip wrapped firmly around her thighs and waist, holding her steady as my hands slid higher, eventually cradling the back of her head.
Then I plunged my dick into her soft, wet vagina.
Her pussy opened eagerly, sucking in with a greedy pull that left no doubt about how badly she wanted it. Every thrust drove my dick deeper, burying itself fully inside her hole, the heat and slick tightness swallowing without rcy.
"Fuaaahh... nnnghh... aaahnghh... ahhh...!"
Her moans ca out broken and breathless, her tongue slipping free from her mouth as her head tilted back. Her expression was utterly lewd, stripped of any restraint, with her body shaking as orgasm crashed through her again and again.
Juice leaked freely, her body responding so intensely it was almost overwhelming to watch.
I kept pounding upward, refusing to slow down. Each thrust landed harder than the last, forcing pleasure through her in relentless waves. She didn’t even try to hold herself together—there was no point.
Behind , Trill pressed closer.
Her tongue slid against my backhole, deliberate and slow at first, then more confident as she worked her way around one of my most sensitive spots. The sensation sent sharp jolts through my spine, drawing a low growl from my throat before I could stop it.
My toes curled instinctively as pleasure blood from behind, my body reacting to her rimjob just as strongly as it did to Yr’s tight grip around my cock.
At the sa ti, Zeruel knelt in front of us.
Her tongue traced along my balls, unhurried, almost reverent, before moving upward. She followed the trail of sound and movent until she reached Yr’s clitoris, her tongue pressing there with careful precision.
Zeruel’s other hand was buried between her own legs, fingers moving inside her vagina as she worked herself slowly. Despite everything happening around her, her expression was soft, affectionate, and almost tender.
The contrast only made the scene more obscene.
"Aaaaahhhh, cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming, cumminggggggg...~~~~~!!!!"
Yr’s orgasm hit violently.
Her face twisted into sothing shaless and raw, her body arching as pleasure overtook her completely. The release was so intense that she squirted openly, fluid spraying forward without restraint.
Zeruel didn’t hesitate.
She caught the squirts directly in her mouth, accepting them without flinching, swallowing them down as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
At the sa ti, my own release hit.
I ca inside Yr, my cock pulsing as sperm flooded into her tiny womb. Her body tightened around , trembling as I continued to shoot white cum deep inside, filling her until there was no room left.
She shook beneath , with her breath stuttering, voice reduced to weak sounds.
"Aaahh... guh... nnn—nnnghh..."
Eventually, her body sagged slightly in my arms, as she was spent.
That was when Trill straightened, her eyes eting mine.
"Now then, it’s my turn, Leon," she said, her voice confident and expectant.
Zeruel followed, her gaze lingering as she spoke more quietly. "Leon... give it to next..."
Being asked like that—openly and directly—by two beautiful won stirred sothing deep in my chest. A heavy, undeniable sense of domination surged through , and it was powerful and intoxicating.
It wasn’t just desire. It was control. Presence. Being wanted without hesitation.
"I’m going to fuck both of you at the sa ti," I said evenly, my voice steady despite what I felt. "I’ll make sure you’re both satisfied. You don’t need to worry."
Then I added, calmly, "Now stack your butts up for ."
They moved imdiately.
Zeruel laid herself flat on the bed, stomach pressed into the sheets. She arched her back deeply, lifting her ass high, presenting herself without a hint of embarrassnt.
Trill climbed on top of her, mirroring the posture, with her back curving as she pushed her ass out even further.
I stepped closer and grabbed Trill’s ass with both hands.
Her skin was warm, soft, and yielding under my grip. As I squeezed, her tail twitched sharply, reacting on instinct. The elasticity of her buns fit perfectly in my palms, and I held them there for a mont longer than necessary.
"Ah, Leon... don’t tease ..." she breathed. "Just put your cock in ... and make pregnant..."
The words sent a sharp, electric sensation through .
There was sothing dangerously alluring about it, and it was sothing primal. A pressure building low in my gut. Was this the raw masculine urge to breed her?
Zeruel’s voice followed from beneath her.
" too, Leon...~"
I swallowed.
A woman who had rejected back in our first year—who had once looked at with nothing but distance—was now asking to fuck her until she got pregnant.
That alone was enough to make my mouth water.
My body responded instantly, saliva gathering as my thoughts narrowed. Holding back was no longer an option.
I wished, briefly, that I had two cocks. If I did, I would have fucked them both at the sa ti without hesitation. But I only had one.
That didn’t matter, though.
I would fuck both holes to the brim anyway.
With that decision made, I lined my cock up with Trill’s pussy—and then slamd it straight into her.
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