From a Seed to a Tree

Eternity is a long time to live. To be a god, to live out that eternity, see it from beginning to unheard of end, it was typically a blissful life, one that Slaanesh could enjoy, but today was different.

As impossible as it may have sounded, the Chaos God was bored. Bored of the dull, dreariness of her own universe, bored of the xenophobic soldiers of Man, and the arrogant Eldar, and the stupid, mindless Orks. Bored of it all.

She could corrupt entire planets, erode the will of heroes into dust, and open the flood gates of the most sanctimonious of fools, but all of it just left her bored.

It was the same. A dull pattern, predictable… For a Chaos God, there were few worse pains than dull predictability.

That was when an idea popped into her mind. A faint memory bubbled to the surface as she remembered a world she had discovered so very long ago. A world untouched by the Warp, and guarded by two so-called ‘gods.’

How could she have forgotten? Oh, that question was rhetorical. She knew exactly why she forgot about the planet. She had feasted on the two ‘gods’ that watched over the planet, driving them mad with carnal desires before she devoured their souls. They had been delicious, filling her to the point where she had left the world alone in hopes of more ‘gods’ arising.

Slaanesh turned her omnipotent gaze to the world. A little, bright place called ‘Remnant.’ The blue and green planet was almost a child in her age, but she still found herself surprised by the lack of any so-called gods.

“Hmm…” She was tempted to just forget about the planet again, but she decided against it, choosing to peer closer to the surface of the world. She looked for something, anything to stave off her boredom.

The inhabitants were human, it seemed. Some of her favorite playthings, though she also noticed xeno creatures called Faunus. They appeared human, but with some features from the local animals attached. Slaanesh shuddered with joy as she imagined the depravity she could create with these creatures.

Oh, she was sure the fantasy played in many of the ‘civilized’ Faunus’ minds. The idea of mating with the animals that shared their beastial traits… What fun Slaanesh could create.

There were also other fauna, more feral and violent in nature. She rather liked them when she saw them. Beasts of black skin and white bone, with gleaming ruby eyes. Beasts that tore, gutted, and killed so many. Slaanesh nodded in approval, finding these ‘Grimm’ similar to the creatures of the Warp.

Perhaps she could have fun with these ‘Grimm.’ Perhaps their desires and wants could be fed by her...

As she thought about it, she found herself rather interested in the world of Remnant. It was such a bright place, almost like a child in the cosmic scales. How hard would it be to twist the world, corrupt it into something more ‘adult?’ More honest with itself… Yes, she could paint a beautiful canvas over the world..

But what would be the best way to do that? Send her legions down to conquer the world? The very thought made her gag. No, that would only result in a waste of life. Life that could take part in her orgies and carnal festivities.

“A champion,” her voice whispered. Yes, a herald, a sign of things to come. One chosen from this world. Slaanesh’s cosmic gaze swept over the land, looking for the first suitable host for her cause, and it didn’t take long to find one.

A blonde-haired knight, a young man with a good heart that made her lick her lips with hunger. Oh, she couldn’t wait to bring down this man’s walls, and free the beast inside.

Jaune let out a heavy sigh as he rubbed a hand against his head. He threw the crushed bouquet into a nearby trash can as he walked around the Beacon campus. The young man was known for screwing things up, but this had to have been the worst screw up yet.

Once again, he had asked Weiss Schnee out on a date, and once again, she rejected him. This time, though, was possibly the worst. She must have been in a bad mood, because she took the flowers from Jaune and stomped them into the ground, grinding them under her foot.

She made it clear that she wasn’t going to go out with him, and that she never would. The whole cafeteria heard her shatter his heart into a million pieces, before he walked away into Cardin’s gang. The four men didn’t even have to do anything to further embarrass Jaune. He did that all on his own.

He walked into the leader of Team CRDL, and Cardin’s lunch spilled onto Jaune. The blonde slipped on the spilled food and he fell face first into the ground, laying in a puddle of soda. When he got back up, he had food stained onto his jacket and his crotch was drenched with Cardin’s drink.

The whole cafeteria laughed at him, led by Cardin and his team. Any sympathy or attempt to help Jaune was unheardt compared to the jeers and cackling masses. Jaune ran out of the cafeteria, trying not to further embarrass himself by crying.

Needless to say, Jaune felt like shit. He felt like a worthless, stupid, loser. He made a fool of himself in front of everyone, and now he was all alone with his broken heart and a simple question.

Did he even belong here?

He was the weakest member of his team, yet he was supposed to lead them? The only reason Jaune was even here was because of a lie. His forged papers…

“What am I doing…? I don’t belong here,” he sighed. Weiss didn’t want him here. Cardin didn’t want him here, and now he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to be here...

“Oh, but I want you here, Jaune.”

The blonde froze. He definitely heard a voice. He turned around, looking for the source of it, only to freeze as he noticed the change in scenery. He had been outside just a moment ago, but now he was inside an old building. Really old, like some kind of gothic castle.

“Okay, this… bad,” he muttered to himself as he heard a low hiss. He turned around, expecting to find a snake-like Grimm, but instead he found monsters almost looked human.

Some of them looked just like a normal person, just… really, impossibly beautiful. The women had long, flowing hair, purple eyes, and their curvaceous, voluptuous bodies were clad in black and violet rags, barely hiding their privates. The men were in similar states of undress, but were impossibly handsome. Even Jaune, who never thought twice about other guys, couldn’t deny how good looking these men were.

Others in the group of strange creatures were human, but weirdly androgynous. Jaune couldn’t tell if they were men or women, but they weren’t what made the blonde’s blood turn cold. The monsters mixed in with them were making his heart race. Things that almost looked human, save for their horns, or tentacle arms, or lobster-like claws. The pack of creatures smiled at him the same way a group of humans would admire a small, lost puppy, only with more teeth…

Very sharp teeth.

“Whoa!” He reached for his sword, only to find his family’s weapon gone. In fact, his entire wardrobe was gone. From his soaked pants to his armor, it all vanished off of his body, leaving him completely naked before the horde of beasts.

Shame burned on Jaune’s cheek as he covered his penis with his hands. The monsters just seemed to laugh at him as they swarmed towards him like a wave of sharp teeth and grabby hands. Jaune tried to defend himself, but they tackled him down. He fell onto his back as tendrils wrapped around one arm and a foot stepped down on the other. His legs were held down by other creatures, until he was caught.

Jaune struggled to escape, but the purple creatures had his number. He couldn’t overpower them, and the grim realization of his fate quickly hit him. He was going to die. Alone, naked, and lost… He was going to die…

He tried to accept his fate with some dignity. He closed his eyes, even as tears pooled in the corner of them. The demons laughed, rubbing their claw-like nails against his skin, amused by his attempt at bravery. Their mad cackles almost made Jaune wish he was in Beacon’s cafeteria…

That’s when a voice called out to the monsters, and Jane opened his eyes.

“Stop. None of you will harm him.”

The creatures obeyed the voice without question, retreating from Jaune until only four of them were touching him. The same four that were restraining each of his limbs.

Jaune watched as a woman entered his line of sight. Just from one look at her pale, light purple skin, the young man knew that this thing wasn’t human. Her eyes glowed with a similar light as something dawned on the young man. The woman was impossibly beautiful.

Exotic was the first word that came to his mind. There was just something about her that seemed different. Ethereal. Every step she took was like walking on air, and the glimmer in her eyes reminded him of a gemstone. Even her voice seemed to reverberate inside his bones, shaking him to his core.  

Jaune’s jaw dropped as her slender figure stood before him, dressed in armor made of reflective, black steel, or obsidian that had been smooth out and made to shine. Her armor clung to her body, accenting her hourglass figure, her large breasts, her curvy rear… Everything about her was just the very embodiment of beauty, like a painting come to life.

“You seem enthralled by my beauty, Jaune Arc of Remnant. Please, savor the sight. I do not mind. I actually rather like it when mortals such as yourself appreciate my visage.” Her statement brought a crimson blush to Jaune’s face, and he stuttered out a response as he looked at the ground.

“Uh, I… I-I’m sorry…” Then the full weight of her words hit him, and Jaune’s eyes widened. “Wait, mortal? I’m confused Who are you, exactly?”

“Who I am matters little to you, Jaune Arc, what matters is what I can give to you. What I can teach you.” She walked forward, hips swaying. “Do you want to be respected, Jaune Arc? Don’t bother answering, I know you do. You’ve had your heart broken, your pride crippled, and your dreams mocked. You’ve been bullied, derided, and treated like a damsel in distress by those you trusted. How could you not want things to change?”

She gestured with her hand, and the four creatures freed Jaune’s limbs, skulking back in retreat as the beautiful woman stood before Jaune, cupping his face in her hand, gently digging the tips of her fingers into his cheeks.

“I can give you it, and more. I can give you power to take that respect, and the heart of any maiden you so desire.”

Those last words caused Jaune’s eyes to widen. She had to fight the urge to smile as temptation bubbled in the pit of his soul.

“W-why help me? What do you want in return?”

“Oh, Jaune,” the gorgeous woman sighed. “It’s simple. I want your loyalty. I want to help you drown in pleasure and wondrous sensations, and then you will do the same to the maidens of your world. Doesn’t that sound similar to your own goals? I only wish to grant happiness to the humanity and Faunus of Remnant…”

Maybe it was her heavenly smell. Maybe it was her soft, caressing fingers. Maybe it was just her eyes, that glittered like stars, but Jaune found himself trusting this woman, enthralled by her honey-like voice.

“I… I think you’re right. We want the same thing.”

“Exactly. So what say you? Do we have a deal?” She released his face and held out her hand, and without an ounce of hesitation, Jaune took her hand in his, shaking it.

“Deal.”

“Excellent,” the woman nodded her head in approval. “But I’m afraid you must be tested before we can celebrate a partnership.”

“W-what?”

She placed a hand on the back of his head, feeling his golden hair against her soft palm, before the woman brought Jaune’s lips against hers. The kiss was passionate, firm, and utterly dominating. The blonde let out a moan of protest, lifting his arms to push her away, but all he accomplished was groping the exotic beauty’s chest.

His hands fell on her breasts, feeling their hefty weight in his grip as her clothes vanished into thin air. Jaune tried to keep his blue eyes open, but he couldn’t see straight as he felt the woman’s tongue penetrate his lips. Her tongue was in his mouth, moving almost like a long, slender tendril. It wrapped itself around his tongue, before exploring every nook and cranny of his mouth, coating the insides with her own saliva.

He wished it didn’t feel so good. He wished the blood in his brain wasn’t being brought down his his groin. He wished he could control his hands, but he couldn’t. His fingers dug into the supple flesh, before he gently pinched the hard, purple nipples that sat on the woman’s tits.

As Jaune crumbled under the passionate kiss the beautiful woman, Slaanesh found herself surprised, a rarity to be honest. She suddenly broke the kiss, retracting her tongue as she smiled at her chosen knight. She could already tell she had chosen right.

His taste… There was something intoxicating about it. She had to have more, but first, a courtesy.

“Slaanesh.”

“W-what?” Jaune blinked, as if dazed.

“My name. I am Slaanesh, Chaos God of Pleasure.” Before Jaune could even question the title, Slaanesh pressed her lips against his once more, capturing him in the tight and passionate embrace. One hand kept him in the kiss as the other stroked his naked body, feeling his muscular frame and smooth skin.

There was a beauty in the youthful man. A charm, to be sure.

That was when the god felt something hard press against her body, and her eyes widened as she pulled their lips apart. A smile returned to her face as she bore witness to the impressive manhood her chosen champion was packing.

“Well, well. That is rather nice,” she confessed. For a human of his size and age, Jaune Arc was certainly a rare breed. The beast he was sporting was mouthwatering, and the goddess could practically hear her demonic horde moaning behind her.

They would have to go hungry, as she had no intention of sharing this diamond in the rough.  When was the last time she enjoyed a champion personally? Too long, Slaanesh reasoned.

“W-wait, you-”

Jaune’s protests fell on deaf ears as Slaanesh laid a gentle hand on his chest. He blushed at the contact, earning an amused laugh from the woman, before she pushed him. The blonde fell onto a bed that she had created from nothingness, giving them the perfect setting for their love making.

As Jaune tried to figure out just where the mattress had come from, Slaanesh had gotten onto the bed. She laid down, her face meeting his erection. Jaune didn’t know how to react as he watched her lips gently peck the tip of his cock. He had fantasized about this, dreamed of Weiss being where this gorgeous woman was now.

When Slaanesh wrapped her lips around the bulbous tip of his dick, he knew that fantasies were nothing compared to the real deal. Jaune crumbled as Slaanesh effortlessly went down his member, taking his cock inch by inch until her nose was pressed against his pubic hair. Then she rose up until the cock was nearly out of her mouth, before going back down.

She was sucking his dick with such passion, her mouth felt so tight around his length. Her saliva coated him as she bounced up and down, sucking his cock and bringing his dreams to life. It was too much for the virgin, and Jaune was soon howling in pleasure as the goddess sucked him off.

She bobbed her head up and down as Slaanesh tasted the cock, the musk burning her nose with its overpowering scent. She moaned in approval, letting the vibrations pleasure Jaune, before the young man let out a loud gasp and groan. His fingers dug into the bed sheets as he came, releasing a stream of cum into her waiting mouth.

The goddess was impressed. This young man was turning out better than she expected. She took the cum with a welcoming tongue, lifting herself off of his dick with her lips sealed shut and her cheeks puffed out. She savored the cum’s taste, closing her eyes as she moaned. Then she swallowed, letting not a single drop go to waste.

The purple-eyed woman moaned with ecstasy from the taste, licking her lips as she stared at Jaune like a tiger would their prey. “That was delicious,” she commented. “I haven’t had cum that good in so very, very long… I knew I made the right choice with you, fair knight.” Slaanesh stared at him with half-lidden eyes, baring her teeth so that they could gleam in the night. “I’ll definitely be keeping you, and who knows? Perhaps I’ll even let you rule this galaxy beside me.”

“W-wait, I don’t-”

“Shh. This is not the time for protests. This is the time to test your limits. Let’s see how you do, my brave champion.” She crawled onto him, moving on all fours until her breasts were in his face and her pussy was rubbing against his erection. “Still erect? Good.”

Jaune could feel the weight of the woman on her body, but all his protests crumbled under the feeling of her chest rubbing against his face. He shuddered as a slender, thin hand grabbed his penis and aimed it for him.

At this point her words were beginning to really set in for Jaune. Why did he bother fighting it? Why did he keep resisting? Maybe it was better to just give in and enjoy the show…? He gulped down his fears as the gorgeous, seemingly perfect woman rubbed his tip against her slit.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, cheeks red with embarrassment. Slaanesh lifted a brow in curiosity as Jaune continued. “I-I want to fuck you,” he confessed. “Please…”

“My dear knight, you need not say please. You need to simply take what you want.” The woman brought herself down, impaling her bodyon Jaune’s cock. In her arrogance, though, she underestimated just how big Jaune’s cock was and how it would feel plunging inside of her.

Her eyes widened, and the goddess let out a howl of pleasure as she leaned her head back. Slaanesh’s eyes fell shut as her demonic horde watched their mistress cry out. Some looked ready to rush to her defense, but they were held back. Slaanesh was not in pain, they realized. She was in unimaginable pleasure, to the point where the impossible almost came true.

The goddess of pleasure almost came from the feeling of Jaune’s cock entering her. His veiny rod stretched out her divine pussy. The woman wondered if all men on Remnant were as endowed, before shuddering with the knowledge that, no. Her mighty was one of a kind.

Slaanesh had to fight back the urge to cum, her toes curling as her hands fell onto her breasts. She rode the waves of pleasure as her hands betrayed her, teasing and playing with her tits for Jaune’s enjoyment.

“Y-you are certainly impressive!” Slaanesh shuddered, riding the length of Jaune’s cock. The woman was quivering on his massive cock, almost beaten by the girthy weapon. Then she realized she still had a few inches to go, and once again she had to fight the urge to cum.  Slaanesh slowly brought herself down, letting her ass press against the blonde’s crotch as she tried desperately to savor this sensation.

She kept her eyes closed as she bounced up and down, only to gasp as Jaune’s hands grabbed onto her ass. She opened her violet eyes to look into Jaune’s blue gaze. He smirked at her.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked with a hush whisper.

“Taking what I want.” Those words alone made her pussy squirm, and their juices trickled down onto Jaune’s crotch as they worked together.

The two worked together to fuck Slaanesh, pounding her pussy with wild thrusts. The goddess lifted herself off of the human’s lap, before he brought her back down. The tip of his cock kissed her womb as the bed rocked with the force of their love making.

Jaune eventually moved his hands from her ass to her chest. She leaned forward, letting her breasts be groped and mauled by the young man. She appreciated his enthusiasm as he played with the large tits.

“Do you like them?” she moaned.

“Love them,” he replied, before opening his mouth and taking one of her nipples into his mouth. His other hand squeezed and pinched her other breast’s nipple, and the dual attack made Slaanesh moan with approval.

“You’re a natural…”

Jaune’s tongue smacked against the nipple in his mouth, before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked on it like a hungry infant. Slaanesh was only too eager to help him, placing a hand on the back of his head and letting him have her.

“Ah! Yes, just like that!” she mewled, before gasping as Jaune released her tit with a pop. Then he switched hands, placing one on the breast coated in his saliva while his mouth latched onto her other boob. He repeated the process, sucking away as his other hand pinched and rubbed her nipple.

All the while, Slaanesh’s hips bucked up and down on his cock. The wet claps of their love making filled the castle as the goddess crumbled under the pleasure. She felt almost mortal… She had never felt like that before, and as insane as it might have been to even consider, she had never felt this good before.

The pleasure, the soft touch of his hand, the hard pounding of his cock, everything blended together within her body. She felt the pressure building, until she came on top of Jaune. Her pussy squeezed tightly around his long, thick shaft, pulling him over the edge with her. The two came together, their bodies pressed tightly into one another as the mortal’s cum filled the goddess’ womb.

Their united orgasms were so strong that the goddess ended up falling onto Jaune completely for a moment. The blonde man blinked as he realized that Slaanesh had actually fainted on top of him. As he laid his own body down and embraced her, he couldn’t help but feel a strange warmth in his heart.

Behind the couple, Slaanesh’s daemons were shocked and bewildered by what they saw. Their goddess actually seemed to have passed how… and from a mere mortal?

It did not take long for Slaanesh to regain consciousness. She blinked as she realized her face was pressed against Jaune’s chest. The blonde noticed her stirring and released her, watching her rise up from the bed.

“That was…” Words failed her, so Jaune decided to lend a hand to her.

“Impressive?”

“Very,” she confessed. She licked her lips, before stretching to the roof of her castle. “I will return you to your home the same way I found you, but our deal remains the same, you understand that, yes? I promise to fulfill my side of the bargain, if you do yours.”

“Wait, that’s it? You’re leaving?” Jaune inquired, trying and failing to hide his disappointment.

Slaanesh smiled at the man, finding the sadness in his puppy-like eyes to be adorable. She let out a brief laugh as she waved a hand dismissively. “You will see me again, Jaune Arc. Just not now. I need time to prepare, and you need time to rest. We have much work ahead of us. Your home is like a canvas, and we will paint something glorious on it, together.”

The goddess made Jaune vanish with a thought, returning him to his world and leaving her alone with her servants. She rose up from the bed, only to feel her legs wobble under her weight. She caught herself, unwilling to fall before her slaves, but the fact was that Jaune had left her… weakened.

Never has a mortal made her feel that way. The goddess placed a hand on her heart, her brow wrinkling as she found herself already missing her knight. She smiled at this new sensation, feeling excitement pump through her divine veins.

Makarov smiled at his trophies. He picked up the heels that Wendy and Lucy wore, and examined them with an amused grin. He tossed them into a small cardboard box and kicked that box into a closet.

Then he picked up Wendy’s bra, and he took a deep whiff of it. It smelled just like the beautiful young woman. Ah, just her scent made his crotch yearn for another night with her, but he restrained himself. He would have his chance to feed his addiction soon. He rubbed the soft fabric of Wendy’s bra for a moment, before he tossed it into the closet.

He had fucked two of the hottest girls in his guild, and now those women were his eager lovers, but the best part? They were just the beginning. The old man planned on adding many more souvenirs to his collection, and many more women to his harem of sluts.

That’s when he heard the door of his home opening and closing. Makarov’s cheeks burned as his lips curled into a wide smile. He ran out of his room, only to find his guest waiting for him just outside the room.

Mirajane Strauss stood outside his room with a smile as Makarov took in the sight of his beautiful guild member. It was no secret was Mira was beautiful. An utterly stunning woman, who many men would fall for.

Makarov admired her from head to toe, gazing at her beautiful, snow-white hair that flowed down her body. Her beautiful face was framed with two long bangs, with her unique ponytail pointing to the sky. Her body was perfectly slender, and curved into the perfect shape for a woman.

And those tits. Mira might not have been as top heavy as Lucy or Erza, but she was still gifted with an excellent pair of F-cup jugs, and her equally excellent sense of fashion made it so she knew exactly how to show off that ample cleavage. The canyon-like chasm between her tits in the black dress she was wearing drew Makarov’s eyes, and Mira seemed to notice this with an amused giggle. She lifted a dainty hand up to the white frills around her top, and she gave them a soft tug, showing off even more of her vast, mouth-watering cleavage.

Makarov practically drooled at the sight as Mirajane beamed, happy to see her Master in such a state. His happiness was hers, after all.

The woman was one of the top on Makarov’s list of most bangables, maybe even number 1. The entire city wanted her, hell, the world should have known how beautiful Mira was, and if they didn’t realize how much of a goddess she was then to hell with them.

Makarov’s eyes went down her body, imagining her shapely legs under the black dress she was wearing. Her curvy, hourglass-like figure was just under those clothes, and he licked his teeth as he imagined how good it would feel to have her. One of the most beautiful women in Fairy Tail, a woman men all over fantasized about, a woman who posed in scanty bikini for Sorcerer Monthly… He was going to fuck a supermodel, and make her his...

“Lucy and Wendy said you needed to speak with me, Master?” Just hearing her honey-like voice calling him that made his pants tighter… When he didn’t answer, Mirajane smiled with a knowing glimmer in her eyes.

“Master, if you want to see more, you can just look at a magazine.” The very idea of a magazine properly containing Mira’s beauty was absurd, and he scowled at the very idea. Mira giggled at this, waving her hand in the air as if waving his anger away. “But since you are right here, I might as well give you a close hand look, right?” she asked with a wink.

Makarov blinked at that question, before his jaw dropped as her clothes changed with a quick flash of light. Then his jaw dropped and hit the ground as Mirajane posed for him, leaning forward to blow a kiss, her large tits hanging from her chest in a lacy, pink bikini. She shook her butt for him, beaming from his expected reaction.

The old man watched with plate-sized eyes as Mira walked forward, swaying her hips back and forth, tits bouncing and clapping against her chest. She walked past him, his hand brushing against the smooth, slender shape of her long legs. She turned around, her tits jiggling from the sudden turn. She fell onto his bed, her large butt landing on the mattress as she began to play with one of her long, white bangs.

“So what did you need me for, Master? I don’t have a problem with you looking at me, but is that all this is about?” she asked, pulling the long hair down to her chest, before letting it go. Makarov practically ran to her side, hopping onto the bed as he sat beside her, licking his lips.

His heart was racing, face red, and cock throbbing under his pants. He couldn’t take anymore teasing, he wanted the woman now. He needed her. Lucy and Wendy were amazing, but Mirajane was the most gorgeous woman in all of Fiore. He wouldn’t stop until he had his way with her.

  “I want to sleep with you, Mirajane,” he confessed. “I-I want to fuck you!” The words were like a crack in a dam. First a little spilled out, then more. Much more. “I’ve wanted you for so long. Just to feel you in my arms, to show you what a real man can do!” He tried putting on a strong face, an authoritative tone, but even he was worried when her eyes turned dark and her smile vanished.

She was looking at him the eyes of a demon, and Makarov wondered if he had just made a terrible mistake, but then Mira’s glare relaxed and she sighed.

“Alright.” He opened his mouth, clearly shocked at how resigned she seemed with the idea, before she explained. “I haven’t met a single guy that interests me. Not one, and I hardly feel like I can consider myself a woman until I’ve had sex, so I might as well do it with someone I trust and respect.”

Makarov didn’t care how she put it, all he heard was that she was willing. He didn’t need anymore, and he shocked Mira by grabbing the back of her head and mashing his lips against hers, sucking on her lips as he pressed their bodies together.

Mirajane’s was the one left shocked this time, her eyes widening as he kissed her. The old man was surprisingly skilled at the act. She felt her body shudder and a moan slipped from her lips as his tongue entered her mouth and licked her own.

She felt a hard, throbbing bulge press against her bikini-clad thighs, but she ignored it as she wrapped her arms around Makarov. Mirajane gave her first kiss to the man twice her her age, and she couldn’t deny how good it felt.

The two just made out for a few minutes, their tongues smacking together as Mira continued to moan. His hands groped her ample chest, squeezing her tits through the thin material of the pink bikini. She moaned, quivering as he pinched her nipples.

Makarov’s hands easily unhooked the bikini string holding her top together, and she moaned with surprise. She broke the kiss, placing her hands on the top, hiding her nipples from the man as she blushed. He smirked at her as her heart pounded like a drum. He kissed her again, and her resistance melted as she welcomed his lips. She fell back, and her top fell onto the bed where it was soon knocked off.

It laid on the floor as Mirajane wrapped her arms around Makarov, returning his passionate kisses with her own. The gorgeous model leaned back, letting the pleasure overwhelm her.

Was this what it was like to make love with someone? It was amazing… Or maybe it was all Makarov. As the old man sucked on her tit, groping and pinching the other, Mira found her heart racing. Her cheeks turned a bright red as she stared at her old master.

Maybe he was just that good of a lover… Maybe that was why she gave him her body. A curvy, alluring body that men all over Fiore had fantasized over since she had hit puberty.

“Master, would you like to fuck my tits?” she asked, lifting her hands to cup her own tits. “Y-you can, if you want to… It’s all yours,” she moaned.

Makarov smirked at the offer, before tearing her hands away from her rack. “I’ll gladly fuck your tits, slut. Just sit back and enjoy the show.” Mirajane wasn’t sure if she could do that as Makarov unzipped his pants. Mira’s mouth hung open as he brandished his long, veiny cock for her. Her heart skipped a beat as her pussy soaked her bikini bottom.

“Impressed?” Mira’s head slowly nodded up and down as he placed his hands on her tits, pressing them together as he pushed his erection between them. It was warm, and firm, and it made the white-haired woman’s body burn with need as he began to thrust into her.

The long rod pushed between her tits, until the bulbous tip was gently rubbing against her chin. Mirajane’s mouth watered at the bell-shaped tip, and she licked her plump lips as it moved closer and closer, only to retreat away. When it was close to her mouth again, she couldn’t resist. She opened her mouth and took the tip in her mouth, sucking on it and refusing to let go.

It was salty, yet oddly sweet? Savory. Delicious… It melted her mind as she Makarov pushed it deeper into her mouth. He moaned in approval, and the sound made the young woman shiver with excitement. Thinking quickly, she took her hands and placed them on the large balls of her Master, gently and lovingly stroking them with her tender fingers.

The feel of her soft fingers and her warm, tight mouth sucking on the tip of his cock broke Makarov, and he shivered as he came inside Mirajane’s mouth. He released a stream of cum inside of the model, giving her a taste of his thick seed, before he pulled his hips back.

He marked Mirajane, covering her white hair and beautiful face with his sperm. She looked like some kind of sexual goddess, coated in cum and panting for air. Her tits jiggled with every breath as she smiled at her Master, eyes gleaming with lust.

She made a show of playing with his seed in her mouth, smacking the cum around, before she closed her mouth and swallowed it down. Then she licked her lips, picking up more cum, and swallowed that too. She wiped the rest of her face with her hands, leaving the rest of the cum in her hair as she cleaned her skin. Mirajane swallowed the last handful of cum down, shuddering as it slowly slipped down her throat.

“So good,” she moaned.

Makarov’s heart pounded as his cock stood tall between his legs. “How are you so perfect…?” he thought aloud, and she giggled in response.

“I’m a quick learner. I assure you, Master, that I am still a virgin.” She reached a hand down behind Makarov, gently stroking the skin right above her bikini bottom. “Would you like to check to make sure?”

That was the spark that lit Makarov on fire. He grinned as he got off of her and she pulled the rest of her clothes off, throwing them aside. The woman was naked now as Makarov got between her legs. Mira moved onto her side as she lifted one of her legs up high, so that Makarov could hold and stroke it.

With one quick thrust, he slammed his hard, veiny cock into the woman. She bit her lower lip, fingers digging into the bed sheets. Blood spilled from her pussy, and dripped down her leg and onto the bed. Proof of the virginity Makarov had just stolen from her.

The bed creaked as the older man began to thrust his hips back and forth, balls slapping against Mirajane’s pussy. She moaned in pleasure, eyes wide as her heart was stolen. She had never felt this kind of pleasure in her life. Her fingers had nothing compared to this. This was… this was like heaven on earth.

She placed her hands on the bed and struggled to meet his thrusts, pressing her body against his as she cried out. “M-Master! Harder! Faster!” It hurt like hell, but the joy she felt as his dick filled her cunt was worth it.

“That a girl! I’m going to cum inside you!”

“Do it! I want it!” Any fear of bearing his child fell on deaf ears. She had a wide, almost intoxicated grin on her face as Makarov’s cock kissed the entrance to her womb. The pain was gone now, pleasure and ecstasy hitting her body like a hammer as her Master made love to her.

Makarov grinned, moaning with pleasure as he sprayed his load inside of one of the most beautiful women in Fiore. Men from all over the world, wealthy, powerful, and young, had pined for Mirajane, hoping to be her first, and it was him, an old man, who took it from all of them.

Just knowing that made his cum surge inside of Mira, who screamed in joyful pleasure, burying her face in the bed to hide her scream. She had came right after him, her muscles going crazy as the orgasm wracked her body. The old guildmaster kept his cock inside of her for a few more moments, before he slowly pulled his dick out and watched his semen overflow out of her pussy.

Mirajane struggled to catch her breath, drool dripping down her lip as her Master gently spanked her. “Turn over. I’m taking your anal virginity next.” Any attempt to dissuade or reject the idea was lost as a rush of excitement crawled up her spine.

“Yes, Master,” she moaned, turning over so her breasts were pressed against the bed. Mirajane’s heart was pounding in her chest. She had never felt so scared, so excited. She swallowed her nerves down, shaking her round, plump derriere for Makarov’s amusement.

The man took her hips in his hands, giving her ass a quick spank. He couldn’t help but gloat over his victory. “You’re all mine now, Mira. No one else will ever fuck you. Your pussy, your mouth, your ass, it’s all mine! Got it?”

“Mm, Master… You can’t call dibs without taking my virginity.” Mira turned her head and winked her blue eyes at Makarov. “You’ll have to fuck me before you declare that you own me.”

“With pleasure…” Makarov slammed his cock into Mirajane’s asshole, filling her with his thick and powerful cock. It stretched her hole apart, and she bit her lower lip to muffle her cries. She was thankful of the lube his cock had, even if it was, or especially because it was, their combined cum.

“Master!”

Makarov laughed, slapping her until it was red. He admired how it jiggled from the force of his thrusts, and how sweet her screams were to his ears. “Men all over the world want this ass, but would you ever let them have it?” He spanked her ass, and she replied through pants and moans.

“N-no! It’s yours, Master! It’s all yours!”

“What about your pussy?”

“Yours! I’m all yours, Master! I’m your slut! I-fuck!” Mirajane came, her tongue sticking out as her eyes rolled into her skull. She came from the ass fucking, and her wall clamped down around the veiny penis. “Master…! I-I love you!” she mewled.

That was the straw that broke Makarov. He came inside of the model, filling her ass with his thick, white cum. He filled her to the point that her belly almost seemed to grow from the load of semen. She loved every moment of it, moaning out another declaration of love as her muscles spasmed.

Finally Makarov pulled his cock out of her, and she fell onto the bed, panting, drooling on the sheets. Her Master slowly caught his breath, taking his sweet time to take his penis out of her. She squeezed her legs together once he was out, trying to keep his cum inside her ass, a sight that made Makarov smirk.

He tossed his own clothes off and laid beside her, and he was amused at how she wrapped her arms around him, laying her face on his chest as her breasts brushed against his semi-erect penis.

“T-that was amazing,” Mira shuddered. “I’ve never felt that good before…”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He placed a hand on her head, combing her hair with his fingers.

“Mmm… You should keep my bikini. As a souvenir.” His cock throbbed, and Makarov nodded in approval. “Mmm, you like keeping souvenirs, Master? Trophies of all the other sluts you fucked?” He raised his brow, and she giggled in response. “I’m sure you have souvenirs from Wendy and Lucy somewhere.”

“You know me well, Mirajane.” The two laughed together as Mira kissed his chest, nuzzling against him.

“Mmm… I hope you still take responsibility, Master. I’ll need more of this, and you’re the only one who can give me what I want. No other man will ever see me naked, let alone fuck me…” The snow-haired beauty licked her lips as she gazed into Makarov’s eyes. “How does it feel knowing you’ll be the only one to fuck my body? A model that men all over Fiore want…”

His cock quivered, growing hard at her words. She caught it trembling and she placed a soft, slender hand on it, casually stroking it as Makarov moaned.

“I love you, Master…”

“And I you, slut.”

The woman giggled with glee at the love she felt bubbling in her chest. She squeezed her Master tightly. “Imagine if I got pregnant… I’d have to quit modeling for a few months,” she thought aloud. Makarov lifted a brow at the idea, but before he could say anything, Mirajane smiled and waved a hand dismissively. “Not to worry, Master. My magic allows me to choose whether or not I can get pregnant. You can cum gallons into me, if you wanted to test it…”

That suggestion made Makarov grin with excitement, and it was clear that Mira enjoyed the idea. Her hand gently stroked the head of his cock as she licked her lips again. That’s when he noticed a small, faint light around her face, as if she transforming her image for him.

At first, the old man didn’t notice a change, but then he realized what she had done to herself. She had put lipstick on. White lipstick on her succulent lips, with tiny amounts of glitter added on to make her lips shimmer like snowflakes in the sun’s rays.

She leaned closer to Makarov’s face, and she gently stroked his cheek with her free hand, pulling him towards her until her lips pressed against the corner of his lips. She kept her lips there, moaning quietly as she rubbed her lips against his skin. Finally she pulled away with a tiny ‘mwah’ and Mirajane proudly admired her work.

The UA Dorm was quiet one evening. Most of the students were out doing their own activities, leaving four of them to sit down and watch a movie together. Those four were Izuku Midoriya, and Eijiro Kirishima, who were both sitting on recliners, and Ochaco Uraraka and Katsuki Bakugo who sat in the middle on a sofa.

The movie was average at best. An action movie that followed all the numbers, but did nothing to spice up the formula. None of the four seemed to pay it much attention. Katsuki sucked on the inside of his cheek, clearly the most bored of the already bored quartet.

He glanced over to Ochaco, and he found her to be much more interesting the film. Her round face, her supple tits, her soft figure...

Without any real thought, just a base, animalistic form of desire, Katsuki reached his hand over and around Ochaco. He cupped her breast, squeezing it and earning a quiet gasp from the brunette. He pulled on her, and she fell against him, her lips pressed into his.

The other two boys heard her small gasp, and they both turned to gawk at the sight of Ochaco kissing the hot-headed blond. Their jaws dropped to the ground, and their inner heroes told them to put a stop to Katsuki’s grabby hands, but something stopped them both. Ironically, it sounded very similar to the sound that they first heard.

Ochaco moaned. She moaned in Katsuki’s hands as he groped her body, pinching her nipple through the thin fabric of her black tank top. She closed her eyes, melting into his touch as she placed a hand on his cheek. It wasn’t a slap, far from it, she began to gently stroke his face as she their lips pulled apart and their tongues met between them.

That meant that… she wanted his advances? She glanced at the two boys, and neither saw an ounce of resistance in her gaze. She looked away from them, focusing on Katsuki as one of his hands moved down her back to grope her round ass.

Eijiro and Izuku shared a look, and they both turned their heads away from the couple simultaneously. Their faces were burning red as the movie fell on deaf ears. Eijiro was trying to stare at his phone, looking up anything to distract himself as Izuku stared a hole through the television screen. He didn’t really watch it, he just needed something to block out Ochaco’s soft moans, and the ‘intense’ sounds he was hearing from the couple.

I didn’t know they were dating... Eijiro glanced at the couple, before quickly looking away again. W-what the hell?! Why are they still here?! Shouldn’t be they doing this stuff in their own damn rooms?! I’m trying to watch the movie! He thought, his eyes glued on his phone.

Izuku’s mind was wrapped in a similar ordeal. The green-haired student had his hands on his lap, trying to subtly hide the growing tent forming between his legs. He wouldn’t lie, he had fantasized about Ochaco’s curvy figure recently. She was developing into a beautiful, attractive woman, but he would never act on his thoughts. He didn’t want to risk their friendship…

Ochaco moaned Katsuki’s name. She almost sang the word, and Izuku could practically hear her hot breath on his ear. “Bakugo… Ah! Your hands are so warm…”

Was Izuku upset Ochaco was apparently in a relationship with Kacchan? No, of course not! If he was being honest, he had imagined them being a nice couple before. Well, that wasn’t right to say. It was more like he fantasized about them being a couple, a realization that brought shame to Izuku’s heart…

He tried to shake the embarrassment out of his head. Ochaco had every right to be happy, and Izuku had thought he and his childhood friend had finally buried the hatchet. They should be happy together, no matter what Izuku thought... Still…

S-shouldn’t they take this to their own room? Izuku swallowed a lump of spit down his throat as he heard Ochaco moan again. Despite everything telling him not to, Izuku found his head slowly turning towards the couple to find out what Kacchan had done this time to earn such a loud reaction from the brunette.

Izuku’s almost bulged out of his eyes as he watched Ochaco pull on Kacchan’s sweatpants. She pulled them down, the fiery blond’s erection popped out so quickly that it almost slapped Ochaco’s face.

“Katsuki, you’re huge… I don’t know if I can handle something so big.” Katsuki chuckled as the brunette placed her hands on the girthy penis. She had to use two hands to match the length, one on top of the other. “I can barely jerk it off… I don’t know what to do with something so huge.”

Hearing her utter those words finally piqued Eijiro’s interest. He turned his head, and like Izuku, was frozen with his mouth hanging open as the two watched Katsuki’s dick being worshipped by the brunette girl.

Her soft hands stroked the long, throbbing cock with slow, methodical motions. As she did so, her lips would not stop praising the veiny, thick dick.

“It’s so hard… and so hot. Just like you,” Ochaco whispered, yet her voice felt like it was inside her audience’s ears. “It feels so good in my hands, but I know it’ll feel even better inside my pussy…Now there’s an idea.”

She kissed the blond again, and their tongue wrestled with one another as Katsuki spanked her ass with a hard slap. She broke the kiss, her hazel eyes burning with need. A trail of saliva linked their mouths as Ochaco grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled on it, pulling it over her head and tossing it onto the ground. The red-haired Eijiro watched the clothing hi the ground, before it was soon followed by Ochaco’s shorts. Both he and Izuku were left silent as they watched the now naked Ochaco straddling Katsuki’s body, gently pushing him back and onto the cushions of the sofa.

Clearly the two weren’t going to stop. In fact, it looked like the were about to have sex on the sofa without any care of being caught, or watched. This time Eijiro and Izuku didn’t even have to share a look to have the same thought. They both stood out of their seat, leaving the movie to play as they tried to make a mad dash away from the moaning couple.

Neither made it over two feet as Katsuki barked an order at them, causing them both to freeze. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?!” The blond didn’t even miss a beat. As he glared at the two, watching them slowly turn to him, the bulbous tip of his cock was rubbing against Ochaco’s waiting pussy.

The brunette beauty moaned with every touch, writhing under Katsuki’s body as he glared at the two boys with his beady, red eyes. “Hey. Midoriya. Come here.” He motioned the meek boy over with a slow wave of his finger. When Izuku stood his ground, eyes on the ground, Katsuki shouted at him. “I said, come here!”  

The blond student kept moving his hips back and forth, grinding his hard erection against Ochaco’s soaking cunt. She covered her mouth to keep from screaming, lifting her pussy up to try and ride his cock. He refused to insert his dick into her just yet as Midoriya slowly walked over.

The green-haired boy stood by the sofa as Katsuki finally shoved his cock into Ochaco’s pussy, filling her in one, quick thrust. She cried out in pleasure as she gripped the arm rest behind her head, eyes widening in maddening pleasure.

Despite this, she still heard Katsuki’s voice. “I know you got a thing for Ochaco, Midoriya.” Her heart skipped a beat, and she glanced at her friend, who was blushing profusely. He had his eyes on the ground, trying to avoid staring at Ochaco’s naked body.

“I also know you’ve been touching yourself to the thought. Of. Us.” Every word was emphasized with a thrust, making Ochaco moan and shudder with every quick move of Katsuki’s hips.

“D-Deku, i-is that true?” Ochaco struggled to breathe, her tongue hanging from her mouth as she stared at the meek student.

“I-I… Um.” He gulped, burning red, mumbling some kind of response as Ochaco’s lips pulled into a wide smile. That was more than enough of an answer for her.

Katsuki’s eyes widened as Ochaco came on his cock. Her pussy tightened around his shaft as she shuddered, eyes rolling into her skull as pleasure carried her away to paradise. He smacked her breasts, bringing her back down to reality as he smirked at his girl. He knew what she was thinking, and she smiled sheepishly as he teased her.

“You dirty, fucking slut.”

“Don’t be mean, Katsuki...” She winked at him as he shook his head back and forth, his thrusts never missing a beat.

“Why don’t you tell these two what you’re hungry for, slut?” He slapped her tits again, before squeezing one. He bucked his hips faster, properly fucking Ochaco as pleasure overwhelmed her. Still, Katsuki gave her an order, and she wanted to fulfil it.

“E-Eijiro!” The redhead stiffened as his name was called. “Deku!” The green-haired boy looked at her with wide, almost scared eyes. Ochaco giggled, wanting nothing more than to comfort her fellow student. Well, and than do a bit more than comfort.

“I want you to fuck me! I want all three of your cocks, I want to feel all of you fuck me! P-please, I need more than just Katsuki’s dick. I want all of you! Please! Fuck me like I’m your horror!” She screamed during that last word, the pounding from Katsuki overwhelming her for a moment.

She came on his cock once more, and her blond lover moaned, closing his eyes for a moment. He quickly reopened them, glaring bloody daggers at the two boys. Izuku and Eijiro stood in front of Katsuki and Ochaco, the latter of whom was laying on the sofa with a side, joyful smile.

“Alright, you two, you got a choice. Either get naked and join me in fucking the hottest girl in UA.” Ochaco seemed almost moan in gratitude when she heard that. “Or you can go to your rooms and jerk off for the rest of the night. More for me. Your move, losers, just know that I ain’t waiting for an answer.”

He groped her breast, and she moaned in response, her head bowed loud. “Fuck, you are tight,” Katsuki growled, almost like a beast.

The two glanced at one another, sharing a deal to escape for freedom when a new voice sang to their ears. They both looked at Ochaco, who grinned widely as “D-Deku… Eijiro… Please, come fuck me…?”

Neither boy looked at one another as they contemplated the offer. They watched as Katsuki and Ochaco adjusted their bodies. The blond, crimson-eyed man sat on the bed, throwing off his shirt and kicking his pants off his body completely. His hard cock stood proud through a small hole in his boxers as Ochaco mounted him.

Instead of merely taking it into her pussy, Ochaco’s ass pressed against the man’s muscular chest. She fell down, taking his cock, lubed with his precum and her own juices, into her round, tight ass. She moaned, leaning forward as her ass was split open.

Her large breasts jiggled as they dangled off of her chest. Both Eijiro and Izuku watched them, hearts pounding as the beautiful brunette smiled at them, licking her lips. Her butt took Katsuki to the base of his cock as she begged for them once again.

“Please…?”

Their wills to resist, the parts of them telling them to walk away, died in that moment. Izuku was the first, taking off his shirt and dropping it onto the ground, before pulling down his shorts and boxers, letting his own cock pop free. It wasn’t as big as Katsuki, but it was far from inadequate.

Eijiro watched with wide, round eyes as his green-haired friend fell to his knees and crawled towards the couple. Izuku placed himself between Ochaco’s legs and he leaned forward, gently kissing her small, hazel bush above her pussy. He kissed it once, twice, before going down to lick her clit.

Ochaco seemed to appreciate this, as she cried out in pleasure, a wide smile on her face as she bounced on Katsuki’s dick. Neither of the boys gave Eijiro much mind, but Ochaco looked at him. She held his hand out to him, motioning him over. The red-haired boy’s eyes fell on her hefty chest, watching her tits clap against her chest everytime she bounced on Katsuki’s lap.

Eijiro had always been a breast man, as embarrassing as that was to admit. He just loved the the shape, the feel, the beauty of a woman’s breasts. He found himself licking his lips as he pulled on his clothes. Midoriya and Bakugo are men… I can’t let them make me look weak. I won’t! I’m a man! I can do this!

He practically tore his clothes off, ripping them to shreds as he dashed towards Ochaco. The brunette girl gasped as the now naked student placed one hand began to grope one of her tits, while he latched his mouth onto the other. Then she moaned as he began to suck on her tit, while kneading the other like it was fresh dough.

She was surrounded by love. Surrounded by love. Ochaco felt like the queen of a castle, and these men pleasuring her body were her knights. Despite the submission she showed before, she felt powerful.

Ochaco saw Katsuki sitting not on a sofa, but on her throne. She was wearing a corset that accented her figure. Her three lovers, tired from serving their Mistress, were now rewarded with the love and care they had rightfully earned.

Ochaco felt her body being pulled in different directions. Eijiro pulled her chest against his face, burying his head between her tits. He was a passionate lover, inexperienced, but so very eager to please her. She loved his enthusiasm, his drive to want to please her, and to have her.

Katsuki pulled her down on his cock, fucking her ass harder and faster, savoring the loud smacking sound their bodies made on impact. He was a brutal and hard lover, showing no mercy to his Mistress. She loved how savage he was, and she melted as playfully tried to keep her to himself.

Izuku was the most polite and docile, trying to lick and kiss whatever flesh he could. Whether it was Ochaco’s inner thigh, her knee, or her sweet, lovely pussy. He showed her such affection, and she loved him for it.

Ochaco came from the three boys’ loving touches. She came like a slut, eyes rolling into her skull as pleasure overwhelmed her. Katsuki filled her ass with his cum, marking her insides as his, but she refused to leave the other men with nothing.

After she was filled with her blond’s lover’s seed, she fell off of his lap and onto her knees, and she took Deku and Eijiro’s cocks in her hands. She stroked them off, gently rubbing the tips with her thumbs, even taking their dicks into her mouth one at a time. She sucked on them, kissed them, lathered them with affection until both boys stained her face with their cum.

It covered her hair, dripped onto her chest, and marked her smiling face. As she licked her lips, tasting their seed, she looked at the three men. They were panting as they stared at her, as if waiting for a command.

Gabriel the Seraph, known as the strongest and most beautiful woman in Heaven, began her descent to the earthly plane. As she fell from on high, she thought of her mission. The challenge she was about to face was not on the battlefield, but rather they were negotiations to end fighting. The first of many, she hoped.

The Three Great Powers, Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils, were all in agreement. They would make peace with the mortal realm, specifically the Elemental Nations that housed and taught such powerful ninja. Never again would the three races, or the humans, raise a hand in anger with one another.

At least, that was the Seraph’s hope.

Of the three factions, she was the first to meet with the spokesperson. The human would represent each nation, and it he Gabriel needed to speak to to achieve the peace she dreamed of. The two of them would talk, discuss any demands either side would have, and she would report back to other leaders with a list of humanity’s demands.

Negotiations would not be quick, but Gabriel accepted the responsibility. Anything to bring peace to the land and end the violence.

Soon she would be on Earth, and she would meet this ‘Jiraiya.’ She hoped their meeting would satisfy all parties.

Gabriel had no idea just how satisfied she would be by the end of it.

Jiraiya waited outside his home, a frown on his weathered features. He clearly did not want to be here. Would any sane person? He had hoped to enjoy his time off, perhaps ogle some lovely ladies at the beach, but no. He was assigned a mission.

At least it was something simple as negotiations. All he had to do was talk to an angel named Gabriel, and establish a truce between his faction, and the Nations. Then he’d do it again two more times…

Jiraiya sighed, leaning back against his front door as he waited for this guy to show up. He really couldn’t care less about this whole thing, but orders were orders. He closed his eyes as the seconds ticked by, before a woman’s voice called out to him.

“Excuse me? I’m sorry, but are you Jiraiya…?”

The old sage looked up, and his eyes widened as he took in the spectacular sight. The woman was probably the most innocent looking woman he had ever seen. Big, bright blue eyes that shined like a pair of stars, with long, curly blonde hair flowing down her back. A white flower ornament was in her hair, further her enhancing her ‘innocent maiden’ image. She looked at him with an expression that sat between polite and timid, as if she was nervous about introducing herself.

He glanced down, and was disappointed to find her clothes were a let down compared to that beautiful, heart-shaped face. She wore priestess robes that complete covered her body, with white fabric wrapped around her arms and chest, and scarlet cloth hanging around her legs. He couldn’t even see her feet, and hands. The clothes were just baggy enough to obscure her entire body, leaving her measurements a mystery to the sage.

Still, Jiraiya was expecting an old man, or some brat, not a beautiful woman. “Y-you’re Gabriel?” Jiraiya blinked, and the blonde woman smiled, nodding her head.

“Yes. I am Gabriel of the Seraph. I take it you are Jiraiya, then?” He nodded his head, and she smiled, lifting her hands up. The robes fell to her elbows as she clapped her dainty hands together. “Excellent. Shall we begin negotiations?” He nodded again, eyes peering at her chest, trying to see through those damn robes.

Jiraiya opened the door for her, letting her walk inside first so he could inspect her rear. Unfortunately, once again, those damn robes obscured anything worth looking at. The sage frowned as his mood deflated again, and he was left cursing the tease…

Gabriel was talking, but Jiraiya was miles away, fantasizing about real women. She kept blathering on and on about the truce, but he just couldn’t find the strength to listen.

This was worse than Gabriel being a man. A beautiful woman who hid her body under prudish clothing? It was blasphemy.

“Master Jiraiya?” Hearing her call him that made his dick twitch, but he reminded himself she was probably just being polite. He glanced up at her, his head supported by a single arm as his elbow dug into the table they were sitting at.

“You seem upset… Is something wrong?” Jiraiya didn’t bother answer. It was probably best that he just push his disappointment aside and do his job. He opened his mouth, but Gabriel interrupted him as she gasped. “Oh, how silly of me! You must be upset about my outfit!”

As Jiraiya wondered if angels could read minds, the woman stood up and began to glow. “Allow me to wear something more fitting,” she smiled, winking at the old man. Then, in a quick, bright flash of light, her clothes were changed and Jiraiya’s jaw hit the floor, blood trickling out of his nose.

Jiraiya remembered hearing rumors that angels weren’t allowed to fall in love, and for them, sex without love was an impossibility. That meant their entire species was made up of virgins… So why the hell was the head of the race a living, walking wet dream?

The ‘clothes’ she was wearing, if they could even be called that, was probably the skimpiest bikini Jiraiya had ever seen, and he had seen many in his lifetime. The cloth barely covered Gabriel’s body, in fact, her nipples were too big for the fabric, letting him partly see them as they nearly slipped out of the top.

Not helped at all that her tits were probably the biggest rack he had ever seen. Again, Jiraiya was an expert when it came to sexy women, so he knew what he was talking about when he said those boobs were the biggest titties he’d ever seen. He licked his lips as they jiggled with Gabriel’s every breath, before his eyes slowly flowed down her hourglass body.

Her stomach was flat and smooth, exactly like an hourglass. The lower Jiraiya got though, the more he saw her body explode with plumpness. Her hips were wide and motherly, and her thighs reminded him of a pair of soft, pillows. Her legs were slender, long, enhancing her already beautiful figure. Underneath that prudish dress, Gabriel was a stunning hundred out of ten, and Jiraiya felt drool dripping down his lip.

“H-hot damn!” Jiraiya grinned. “You look amazing!”

“Oh, thank you,” Gabriel giggled, putting a hand to her plump, lower lip. She had a faint, scarlet tint on her cheeks from the compliment. “I don’t usually show-”

“What size are those jugs?! They’re huge!”

“O-oh,you mean my breasts?” Gabriel blushed brightly at the question, but with barely any hesitation, she answered. “I’m a 40 J cup. I-it’s why I have to wear such unflattering clothing outside of heaven. I don’t want males having sinful thoughts looking at me,” she muttered, staring at the ground with her doe-like eyes. “But this is an important matter, one that requires both of our attention. I will do anything to help establish peace between our two races!”

“Anything?” Jiraiya’s lips grew into a large, twisted smile as ideas bubbled in his mind. “That’s right…” He stared at her tits, so big they were almost popping out of her top with every breath. “Alright then, Gabriel. As part of the terms, you need to help me with a problem.”

“Of course, I would be happy to help with any…” Gabriel’s voice died in her throat as she covered her lips and stared at Jiraiya. The man had stood up, out of his seat, and she could see his finger pointing at a large bulge between his legs.

“You need to have sex with me.” Jiraiya grinned, enjoying the shocked look on Gabriel’s red face. “It’s where I take my cock and put it in you.”

Gabriel didn’t say anything. She stared at Jiraiya’s face, then at the large bulge between his legs. She swallowed down spit as the powerful angel trembled. She had no idea what to do? Should she walk away? Leave? No. THat would be a sin! She was working in the name of peace, and to even consider rejecting the human would go against everything she believed.

“I’ll do it.” She nodded her head, telling herself that if she did the bare minimum, she would prevent her own fall from grace…

“Excellent. Come on, follow me.” He motioned her forward, and as she walked by his side, his hand smacked her large, plump rear, making her ass jiggle from the blow. Gabriel blushed as Jiraiya grinned, leading her to his bedroom.

Without any warning or any time to process what was about to happen, Jiraiya turned around and placed a hand on the back of Gabriel’s. He pulled her towards him, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. The Seraph moaned as his tongue was pushed into her mouth, and rubbed against her own.

She moaned and writhed in his hands as his other hand landed on her butt, pressing their bodies together. Gabriel moaned and shuddered in his arms, and the old sage realized something that made his dick even harder. He began to hump her body during the kiss, grinding his large cock against her panty-covered pussy.

Despite likely being thousands, maybe even millions of years old, this angel was a virgin… This ancient being, who looked barely twenty years old, had never been touched like this before…

Jiraiya broke the kiss, licking his lips as Gabriel panted for air. He had to know… “Ever been fucked before, slut?” She quivered, staring at him with a confused expression. “Ever had your virginity taken away?”

“O-oh… N-never, sir.”

“Call me Master,” he corrected, groping her her plump rear. “Ever been kissed?”

“J-just now,” She replied. “You took my first kiss…” The angel sounded both shocked, and in awe of the man who stole her lips… Jiraiya planned on leaving her in awe with a lot more than just a kiss.

He returned to kissing the gorgeous woman’s lips, sucking on the juicy pillows as his hands groped each of her breasts. Her tits were huge, too big for his hands to even hold. He slipped his hands under the pink fabric, and he felt her nipples poking against the palms of his hands. He loved the feeling, and he squeezed her nipples between his fingers. She gasped against his lips, before moaning into his kiss.

The poor angel, so powerful and strong, had never felt anything quite like this. Her body shuddered, and she felt his hard erection rub against her inner thigh. She had few words to describe the large bulge, other than ‘hard,’ ‘strong,’ and ‘big.’ She soon added ‘growing,’ to that list as it throbbed against her leg.

Jiraiya broke the kiss, finally, and he slowly pulled his tongue out of her mouth. A trail of saliva linked their mouths as the old man licked it up. He gently pushed her down, his hands on her shoulders now.

“Let it out,” he ordered, and she quickly understood what he meant.

Gabriel  quivered as she laid on her knees, slowly reaching for his zipper. She pulled it down, letting the hard cock, covered only by his boxers, pop free. She slowly pulled on the boxers, trying to imagine the beast that hid behind it. Gabriel had underestimated its size,though, and her eyes widened as she witnessed the large penis bounce free, throbbing before her blue eyes.

I-I have to make it orgasm, she told herself, and even that word alone was enough to make her blush. That is, if she wasn’t already red in the cheeks. The Seraph knew what an orgasm was, but actually causing it was another story. Gabriel’s cheeks burned as she remembered that mortals enjoyed having their penis touched, and… and sucked on.

Gabriel swallowed spit down as her womanhood trembled. She brushed a curly strand of golden hair before her ear, before she opened her mouth. Her hands reached for the two dangling balls under his p-penis… At once, the angel took Jiraiya’s penis in her mouth as her hands began to carefully, and gently massaged each of the egg-shaped balls. They felt warm and soft in her hand, and she was surprised by just how… good his penis tasted.

Jiraiya practically screamed, a feeling of victory and delight filling his soul. He was being blown by one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. A literal angel… This was the best night of his life!

As Gabriel quietly suckled on the tip of his dick, he leaned forward and found the small, thin knot holding her puppies captive. With one quick pull, the bikini top was undone and her tits popped free, practically tossing the thin cloth to the ground.

The Seraph she gasped in surprise as her breasts were freed. They hadn’t been so exposed in…ever. She tried voicing some kind of protest, but Jiraiya just moaned as her voice vibrated against his cock. Her tongue licked and lashed out of the salty tip, further drowning her in the delicious taste.

Jiraiya moaned at the sensation, and overwhelmed by the moment, he unleashed his seed into her mouth.

The angel had never tasted anything like the white, thick liquid before, and she tried to pull back. Jiraiya allowed her, watching with amusement as her features were tainted by his cum. He had no idea the victory this was… No one had ever laid their seed on Gabriel before.

She churned the thick, syrup-like substance in her mouth with her tongue as she allowed it to besmirch her holy appearance. She felt the white substance fall onto her beautiful, curly, blonde hair, even onto the flower ornament she treasured. The liquid even fell onto her large breasts, like the man was trying to mark her… stain her with his...his fluid.

Like she was his property… For some reason, this thought made Gabriel shuddered. She swallowed nervously, only to realize too late she had just swallowed a mouthful of cum. She expected the taste to be rancid, and burn, but it flowed down her throat rather easily, not to mention the taste was actually… not bad. She licked her lips, savoring the taste.

“How did you like my cum?” he asked.

She didn’t answer, her eyes locking on the long, hard shaft before her. He was still hard...

Her womanhood trembled, dripping and staining her bikini bottom. Jiraiya didn’t even say anything as she stood up and sighed. “For peace.” Her lips curved into a smile, before she put on a face of determination and pulled the bottom down, and allowed it to fall past her ankle.

“T-this is the proper human mating style, correct?” she asked, as she fell onto the bed, laying on her back, stiff as a board.

“My, you’re pretty eager. Enjoying my cock?”

“M-my enjoyment is not the point of this arrangement! I am only trying to secure peace for my people,” She mumbled, staring at the wall, her face red. “I-is this position satisfactory, or not?”

“Spread your legs.” And she obeyed without hesitation, revealing her untouched pussy. His veiny cock throbbed between his legs as Jiraiya grinned. “So no one’s ever fucked your pussy before?”

It took Gabriel a moment to understand what he was referring to, before she nodded, turning her gaze to him. “N-never. You will be the first.”

“And only.”

Gabriel’s eyes widened, but before she could argue, Jiraiya got on top of her and robbed her of her virginity.

The angel had no idea what to expect. She felt the man get on top of her, she felt his hands on her waist, wrapping around her. Then she felt her lower half being lifted up, and suddenly she felt like she was torn in two, impaled on a large rod.

Gabriel screamed at first. She was terrified, and the pain only made it worse. The Seraph cried out in pain as she shuddered under his attack. Jiraiya, on the other hand, was in heaven.

He had just taken the virginity of one of the most sought out women in the world, nay, the universe! Not to mention she was so. Fucking. Tight! Jiraiya had never fucked a woman this tight before… Her pussy, already lubed up and waiting, was squeezing the long length of his dick, massaging it with warm, tender walls.

Jiraiya made sure Gabriel knew that fact as he plunged his entire rod into her. “Fuck, you are tight! The tightest woman I’ve ever fucked…!”

“T-thank you, J-Jiraiya!” she replied, crying out the words, unsure of what else to say.

“Call me Master!” His balls finally reached her pussy, but Gabriel didn’t get a break. With blood trickling down her thigh, Jiraiya pulled his hips back and slammed his cock into her faster than before, shaking the bed and making her cry out.

“M-Master, i-it hurts!”

“Don’t worry. You’ll learn to love it…”

At first, Gabriel didn’t understand the statement, but as time went on, and Jiraiya slammed into her again and again, she began to understand. Pain was replaced with pleasure, and she began to moan as she wrapped her legs around Jiraiya’s body, pulling his cock deeper into her.

His lips found hers and they kissed, messily, tongues smacking together. Jiraiya kept thrusting in and out of her as Gabriel felt her body about to burst. She wrapped her arms around him, sucking on his tongue as her eyes rolled into her skull. This pleasure was beyond anything she had ever experienced.

It exploded within her as she broke the kiss and screamed. Not in pain, but in wonderful, sexual bliss. Her muscles spasmed as she quivered, but her cries and orgasm just made Jiraiya fucked her faster.

“Mind if I cum inside you?” he growled, not actually caring for her answer. Still, he beamed with pride as the angel nodded her head, moaning a response.

“J-just this once!”

Jiraiya unleashed a geyser of his cum into her, filling her womb with his seed, defiling the once pure virgin. It was amazing. Easily one of the greatest moments of his life, and it only left him hungry for more.

Without any warning, he pulled his cock out of Gabriel and flipped her over, forcing her onto her large tits. He saw that perky, jiggly taunting him, and he slammed his dick into her, taking that virginity too.

Gabriel gasped and cried out, but once again Jiraiya showed no mercy. It didn’t take long for the old sage to realize she was crying out of pain. Those were cries of pleasure. Jiraiya savored them as he spoke.

“I own this ass. I’m your Master! I’m the only man you’re allowed to have sex with!”

“Y-yes! Only you! I promise to only have sex with you, Master!” she screamed, as she tried to meet his thrusts and pounded her ass against his crotch.

Hearing her truly submit to him brought a smile to Jiraiya’s face, and it pushed him over the edge. He came, unleashing another wave of cum, but this time he pulled out and sprayed her ass and back with his semen, staining her perfect, white skin.

Gabriel moaned, and her toes curled as she experienced her second orgasm. Jiraiya licked his lips, and he tried to grab her body so he could flip her over and fuck her again, but he was suddenly stopped by Gabriel’s hand.

“W-wait. I think I have done more than fulfill our deal.” Jiraiya was powerless as the angel began to sit up, and he was gently pushed to the other side of the bed. The angel was truly stronger than him, and for a moment, Jiraiya wondered if he was in store for some divine punishment…

Gabriel crossed her arms as she took a deep breath, composing herself. “I can purify my body and restore my virginities, but I can only do this once. I must keep my angel status and bring the peace I promised my people.”

“B-but I…”

Before he could utter another word, a white glow surrounded Gabriel’s body. When it was gone, all traces of his cum on her body was gone. She bowed her head slightly as she said, “I hope my actions tonight have solidified a long peace between our two people.”

“You’re leaving?!” Jiraiya groaned, disappointment weighing on his soul as he watched the beautiful woman stand up.

“Master.” Her voice silenced him, and she looked at him with… pity? No, it was more like a genuine sadness. “I wish I could stay with you, the man I love.” Jiraiya blinked at that statement. The poor, innocent had no idea what love really was? Did she? “But I cannot. My mission must come first…”

A glimmer showed up in her eyes as she smiled at her Master. “But just because I cannot serve you directly, does not mean I can’t ‘serve’ you. I promise that more women will come for ‘future negotiations.’”

It didn’t take long for Jiraiya to realize what she meant, and he got off the bed as her robes appeared on Gabriel’s body again. She brushed her golden hair behind her ear again, before she looked at her Master. Despite the promise, there was still a frown on his face.

Gabriel leaned forward, wrapping her arms around her Master’s neck, before kissing him. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, and two stayed like that, making out for what felt like forever. She pressed her bodies against him, rubbing her hard nipples against his chest, before she broke the kiss.

“Keep the bikini, Master. Something to remember me by.” They kissed again, before she broke their lips apart. She stared into his eyes, smiling as he took his hands and brought it to her breasts. She made sure he was groping her as she swore, “I intend on keeping my oath, Master. No other man will have my body. I am yours, forever. Were I to give up my position and defile myself… I will find you.”

Gabriel pecked Jiraiya’s lips, before she pulled away and began to leave. She noticed his eyes on her back, and she began to sway her hips back and forth, drawing attention to her ass. Though her body forgot Jiraiya’s touch, her mind and soul was forever tainted by his sinful actions. She turned her head to smile at him.

The angel winked at him, and blew a kiss. “Hopefully this will tide you over until the next round of negotiations.”

And then she was gone, leaving Jiraiya to put on his clothes and stare into the sky, a wistful smile on his face. He would never forget the angel, and he hoped one day he would see her again. Until then, he was curious about just who would replace her...

As Gabriel ascended to heaven, she thought about how to best serve her Master. “Who should be the first maiden I send to Master…?” She found herself giggling as her pussy turned wet. “Look at me… The head angel sending maidens to such a sinful man…”

Her body yearned for Master’s touch, and she found herself uncaring of the hypocrisy. Anything for her Master…

Lucy Heartfilia walked down the empty streets of Magnolia Town. The sun was just beginning to rise, and Lucy fought back a yawn as she walked. The air was warm. It was turning into summer now, but the heat wasn’t anything unbearable. Far from it, it was warm out, and the sun’s rays made the already beautiful woman glow in the light.

Sure has been quiet lately, she thought to herself. Ever since most of the guild had been sent on high paying mission, the entire town seemed quiet. Natsu, Gray, and practically every other man had left the town to work a job, while most of the women were asked to stay in the guild hall for further orders.

Only a few women, like Levy, Evergreen, and Juvia were exempt, and they left on the various missions with the boys. It was odd, Lucy thought, when she realized only female wizards that were currently single were at the guild hall, but she quickly brushed off any suspicions. It was just coincidence, she told herself.

That left only a few girls, plus the Guild Master, Makarov Dreyar, all alone with one another. The Guild Hall felt almost empty, but Lucy would always see the old man there, walking around, muttering to himself, as if he was trying to solve a difficult puzzle. She’d greet them and ask how he was, and he would be polite enough to her, right up until she caught him staring at her chest...

When the young woman asked the older man for why everyone had been sent away, he just laughed and told her it was all part of his plan. Lucy took it as a joke, but she hoped she would be getting some real answers soon. After catching the old man in the halls of the guild for the third time, Makarov gave her an order.

He had ordered her to meet with him at his home to discuss something important. He didn’t give her much time to plan for the meeting, having only told her last night.  She wondered just what the old man needed from her, especially if it required going to his house where they would apparently be all alone…

She shrugged her confusion off and told herself she would know soon enough. She doubted it was anything too bad, and she felt safe enough around Makarov. Not because she thought he was harmless, she had caught him slapping girls’ butts and sneaking peeks far too many times, but because she thought she could handle herself.

The poor girl had no idea just what she was walking into. Nor did she notice the young woman stalking her from a distance, curiously watching the blonde walking down the street…

Makarov waited inside his home with an impatient bounce to his heel. He stood by the front door, waiting, foot anxiously clacking against the floor. Perhaps he was so anxious because he knew what he was doing was wrong.

Some would even call it evil.

Should he back out? Lucy was young enough to be his granddaughter! Perhaps he should stop. Cancel the meeting. Walk away from all of this and just try to center himself… But who could blame him enjoying the sight of such beautiful women? To want nothing more than to grope their breasts? He wasn’t a monster… He would never try anything with one of his wizards that was in a relationship inside the guild. That was why girls like Levy, Evergreen, and Bisca were on missions with their significant others.

For a moment, his mind was lost in fantasies of the beautiful women in his guild. Going by relative cup sizes, there was Lissanna and Laki with bountiful D-cups that were bigger than most girls out of the guild, but in Fairy Tail, they were some of the smaller ones. Then there was Wendy, grown up after so many years as a child, with E-cups that took everyone by surprise. Oh, what a shock the boys had when she finally began to blossom... There was the famous model, Mirajane. He was sure her F-cups were in every young man's wet dreams… Erza and Kinanna with huge G-cups. Those girls were teases, indeed… And finally the blonde bombshell Lucy Heartfillia....

His train of thought was overturned as he heard someone knocking on the door. “It’s unlocked,” he declared, watching as the doorknob was turned and a woman walked into his humble home.

Oh, and what a woman she was, indeed. Just looking at Lucy killed any sort of hesitation Makarov felt, and any thoughts to cancel the meeting was labelled as heresy in his own mind.

Lucy was a beautiful woman when Makarov first met her. This only became more true given time. Instead of being merely beautiful, she was an absolute bombshell, a sexual goddess in body alone.

Her tits were gigantic, having grown from the D-cups she had when she joined, into a pair of bountiful H-cups. Her breasts were giant, and they filled up the loose shirt she wore. The diagonally striped shirt was almost ripping apart as it struggled to contain her chest, and Makarov could see her nipples poking through the thin fabric as Lucy’s slender fingers readjusted the strap, pulling it back onto her shoulder.

Her large, child-bearing hips stretched out the skirt she had squeezed her fat ass into. The thin, blue fabric stretched down just low enough to hide Lucy’s virgin pussy, but it did little else. If she leaned too far forward, her ass would be on display for anyone behind her, while her cleavage would be exposed for anyone in front of her to look at. Her hips were like a mother’s, nice and wide, ready for a baby to be put between them. Her long legs were naked, ending in a pair of heels that helped accent her long, hourglass shaped body.

“Master Makarov.” She nodded at him. “You summoned me?” She sounded like she was trying to hide her annoyance, as though she had something else she wanted to discuss with him. Makarov chuckled at the idea, knowing she wouldn’t be doing much talking…

“I did, Lucy. Come in, come in. Close the door behind you, please.” She obeyed, closing the door behind her and leaving themselves in the bright light of his home. “Lucy, do you have any idea what kind of debts the guild has collected over the years?” She shook her head. “It is a massive amount. An impossibly high amount. That’s why I sent all the males out on missions.”

“Okay, that makes sense,” she nodded. “But why am I here?”

“It’s simple.” He licked his lips as he stared at her breasts. Every slight breath made her jugs jiggle slightly. “I need the girls of the guild to make a different kind of payment.”

Lucy raised her brow, before her eyes widened and she covered her chest. She groped herself accidentally, pressing her tits against her body. That just bought a perverted chuckle to Makarov’s lips as he ogled her.

“Y-you gotta be kidding!” she growled, infuriated by the notion.

“I am not, Lucy. Either you offer me payment with your body, or you pay your share, and I’ll be honest,” the old man chuckled. “Even your father would have had a hard time paying it off…”

Lucy was fuming, grinding her teeth against one another as she struggled to form a plan. Despite looking around the room for a potential exit, she knew she didn’t have a choice. She made sure there was nothing in the room that could record her, before she looked at Makarov.

“Fine! Just a quick peek, but that’s it!” He smirked, and she took that as an agreement. She took a deep breath and reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt.

She took one more deep breath, before she pushed herself over the edge, and lifted the shirt up, exposing her naked breasts for Makarov. The large, soft jugs bounced as they were freed from the cloth prison, and the old man roared with excitement.

“No bra?! Haha! Beautiful!” he complimented, clapping his hands.

“S-shut up! It’s getting hard to find bras my size, okay?” she growled. She held the shirt over her face, using it to hide her blushing cheeks as she felt Makarov’s gaze on her. It made her burn with shame and she tried to cover herself against. “T-there, I-” Before she could even finish her sentence, she felt her shirt being grabbed with a pair of small hands.

The old man held the striped shirt and with ease, he pulled it in two different directions and tore it apart. It was almost like an explosion ripped it apart, raining down bits of fabric onto the floor. Lucy’s eyes widened as she saw the old man’s face, and his hungry, predatory eyes. He wasn’t satisfied with just looking. If anything, it just made him even hungrier. An appetizer, and now he wanted the main course.

The only defense Lucy could muster was sealing her lips shut as he pulled her down towards him, smashing their lips together. Lucy ended up falling forward, falling on top of Makarov and pressing her large, naked tits against his body. She let out muffled protests, trying to pry the old man off of her, but he was impossibly strong.

She kept trying to push him away, regardless. One hand stayed behind Lucy’s head, keeping her lips against his as the other hand moved down, squeezing her chest and groping her large breasts. Lucy let out a muffled moan as he touched her, and when he pinched her sensitive nipple, she opened her mouth, and he plunged his tongue into her, exploring her mouth.

Lucy felt tears welling up in her eyes as the fight in her quickly began to die. She placed her hands on his shoulders and continued to try and overpower him, but it was a worthless battle. Their bodies rolled on the ground until Lucy was on her back and Makarov was on top of her, his tongue slapping the inside of her mouth, before sucking on her lip. He fed her his spit, and to keep from drowning, she swallowed down his spit.

It was sweet. It was delicious. Thick... and she hated how it tasted on her tongue, or how nice it felt going down her throat. She hated it, almost as much as she hated his hands on her breasts. He didn’t have to hold her head anymore. He could just stick his tongue inside her and taint her mouth until all she could taste was him, all while his hands groped and squeezed her breasts. He played with her tits like he owned them, switching between kneading them and pinching her nipples.

Finally the kiss ended and Lucy laid her head down on the ground, panting. Makarov laughed at her exhausted state, wiping his mouth with his tongue, tasting her on his lips. Lucy watched as he unbuttoned his pants and dropped them, freeing something huge… Her eyes widened in shock as Makarov held his dick by the base, swinging it akin to a sword.

“Impressed?” he smirked. Without another word, he kept her pinned down, his knees on either side of her, as his large dick fell between Lucy’s breasts. The blonde was horrified to feel the dick between her boobs. It felt as thick as her arms, and almost as long… “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Lucy couldn’t even muster up the strength to beg. He just started fucking her rack, holding each of her tits with his hands to keep them tightly pressed against his rod. He moaned in approval, thrusting in and out from between the massive funbags. Lucy shuddered, feeling the dick poke and prod her chin, precum dripping onto her face and neck.

She tried to face away from it, fuming as she glared at the wall, but feeling the precum drip onto her naked chest made it obvious… He pawed at her breasts, wiping his precum against the sides of her boobs. It made it more slick, letting him better fuck her chest.

“Fuck…! You are so soft! I love your tits, slut!”

Lucy wanted this shame to end, and she only knew one way to make that happen. She had to make him cum… She wanted to just make him cum and end this humiliating morning. So she did something she knew she would regret… She played along, lifting her hands up to help hold her tits. She placed her hands on top of his as she opened her mouth and welcomed the bulbous tip of his dick into her mouth.

The taste of his penis was… salty, yet bizarrely sweet. She felt it clap against her mouth and her tongue rubbed against the underside of the head. The taste filled her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut. She lashed out at the penis, whipping her tongue against it, lapping up the precum that was leaking out of it.

Why did it have to taste so good?!

“Ahh! So eager! You’re going to make me cum right in your mouth, slut!” Lucy felt her pussy twitch, and her juices leaked against her lacy, blue panties as Makarov fucked her chest. His balls smacked against her tits, as she felt his penis throb in her mouth.

Without any warning, Makarov came inside of her, roaring in triumph as he filled the beautiful blonde with his semen. Lucy’s eyes widened and her pupils shrank into dots as she tasted his bitter seed. She thought the taste of his cock was overpowering, but it was nothing compared to the thick, almost syrup-like semen.

It it coated the inside of her mouth, clinging to her tongue and walls. She moaned, trying to swallow all of it as he pulled his dick out. Half of the cum fell down her throat, piling inside of her stomach, while the other half she spat out onto the ground, gasping for air.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Lucy felt relief. This hell was over, and she could escape. Once again, Makarov took advantage of her, uncaring what Lucy believed.

As Lucy tried to catch her spit, spitting the bitter cum onto the ground, the old man moved down her body and quickly tore her skirt apart, right off of her body. The blonde’s eyes widened as Makarov gazed upon her lacy panties.

“Already wet for me, slut? I’m glad you’re so eager,” he chuckled, rubbing a finger against Lucy’s soaked pussy, making the quim tremble and shake at his touch. It sent shivers up her body, making her hands ball up into fists.

“I am not eager!” She screamed with her face colored red. “D-don’t touch me, you dirty old man! Get away!” Her legs slowly shifted, lightly rubbing against Makarov’s body. That was all she could do to fight against him…

Makarov just laughed, before plunging his cock into her before she could put up any real defense. His penis was still hard after cumming, if not harder now, and the tip was coated with Lucy’s saliva. Not to mention how wet the young woman already was for him. The old man plunged into the woman’s virgin pussy, splitting her open, and he kept pushing until his entire length was inside of her.

Lucy screamed in pain at first. She felt like she was impaled. Her body trembled and thrashed as her screams went silent, not because she wasn’t in pain, but because she couldn’t scream any longer. Her lungs gave out, and all she could do was pant, gasping for air as the huge rod pounded her wet slit.

Her maiden blood trickled down her thigh as she finally found her voice again. “S-stop it!” she screamed. Her mind was still hers, but her body was losing this battle. The very idea disgusted her, but she knew what was happening. Her body was succumbing to the meaty rod plunging into her. The pain was fading, and it was being replaced with a wonderful, pleasurable sensation…

“Let go of me, you stupid, old bastard!” she cried, panting as her eyes began to roll up into her skull. Her hands clawed on the ground for a moment, before they lifted her up and began to match the man’s thrusts. She slammed her pussy against him, crying out with moans now as he rubbed against her inner walls.

“Stop! Don’t!” she moaned, tongue hanging from her mouth as she repeated herself. “Don’t! Stop!” He smirked with pride, grabbing her legs to thrust even deeper into Lucy’s pussy. The wet claps of their bodies banging together filled the house. Their moans and groans mixed with the sloppy noises the couple was making…

Makarov snarled, almost animalistic as he dug his fingers into Lucy’s thick legs. The feeling of his hands on her body, and his long rod pushing down on her G-spot made her tremble. Before Lucy could do even try to fight it, her body came with the most powerful orgasm the virgin had ever experienced. She had touched herself in the past, but that paled in comparison to the old man’s dick inside of her. She screamed in pleasure, leaning her head back as her muscles spasmed.

Lucy froze for a moment, becoming a doll for Makarov to use. He kept thrusting into her, kept pounding at  her G-spot, before he finally let out a growl.

“I’m going to cum, slut! I’m going to fill you with my sperm, so get ready!”

Those words broke Lucy out of her stupor, and her eyes widened as she thrashed her legs, weakly. She tried to escape, her hands slipping and making her fall onto her back. “N-not inside, you perverted old man!”

His balls churned with cum, they throbbed as he slammed against her womb, and he leaned his head back as he released a geyser-like shot of cum into her body. The sperm filled her. It coated her once sacred, virgin pussy. Virgin no more. Sacred no more. Now it would be forever marked, like a piece of land, as belonging to Makarov.

Her womb had it worse, or perhaps, best was the better word. It was coated with the older man’s seed, filled to the brim with his sperm. He pumped more and more into her, until her stomach seemed to almost inflate slightly. Like she was becoming pregnant… perhaps, in due time, she really would be.

“Nooo!” Lucy’s cry was weak, but it echoed in the humble home as Makarov leaned down to kiss and bite her chest. He sucked on her nipples, tugging on one, then the other, before letting them go with a wet pop.

“I-I…” The blonde’s eyes rose into her skull for a moment as she came. It took a moment, but she couldn’t fight back her body’s natural instinct any longer. She came on the old bastard’s shaft, tightening around his dick. Her body welcomed the cum with gluttonous, greedy joy… “Ah…”

Makarov looked down on Lucy, feeling little pity for her. All he felt was a desire for more. He had an unquenchable thirst, and even if the young woman was a sexual goddess, she might not be enough for him…

“Y-you dirty, old man,” she whimpered, slowly turning her gaze to glare at him. “Y-you took my virginity… My mouth, and my pussy... I-I was going to save myself,” she uttered, before trembling as the aftershocks of pleasure struck her body.

“I did,” Makarov boasted, clearly proud of that achievement.

“Y-you might as well take my other virginity.” That surprised the white-haired man, and he couldn’t believe what he was seeing as Lucy rolled on the ground.

She didn’t even take his dick out of her. She kept it inside her body as she got on all four, supporting her trembling body with her knees and hands. It took Makarov a moment to realize she was practically gifting her asshole to him.

“W-well?” she uttered. “What are you waiting for? T-take it!” Lucy was trying to order him, but the power positions were clear, especially as the old Guild Master spanked her ass, making her cry out.

Makarov almost laughed at the situation. It seemed the tease was quick to understand her place. It wasn’t what he had planned, but he happily accepted the chance to plow the gorgeous, bombshell’s butt.

He placed each of his hands on her plump rear, feeling the heart-shaped ass for a moment, before he pulled his dick out of her pussy. She moaned, writhing in ecstasy as he casually shoved his entire erection into the sweet ass. Once again, his dick was as hard as it was when he first stuck it inside of her. Big, throbbing, and powerful; it was like he hadn’t even cum yet.

Her pussy juices, saliva, and his seed made the perfect lubricant as he tore Lucy’s ass apart. She screamed, and Makarov chuckled. Taking it in the ass was never pleasant for the lady, but for the man, it was absolutely amazing!

The balding, short man showed no mercy, beating Lucy’s ass with his bare hands as his hips moved faster and faster. He spanked the young wizard’s butt, hitting each cheek until they were turning red. Lucy, for her part, did nothing to stop him. Her screams of pain had quickly died down, and now she was trying to match the wild pace of her elder.

“You like that, slut?” He spanked her. “You love my cock inside of your ass?!”

“A-as if,” she mewled. “H-how can I want such an o-old man like you fucking me?! No matter how big your cock is…”

Makarov just laughed, almost cackling at how in denial Lucy was. The slut was clearly loving it on his shaft, and her pathetic attempts to lie only amused him. He focused his efforts on really splitting her ass apart, an act that garnered approval from the wonderful blonde.

The two were so enraptured with one another, neither noticed the pair of shocked eyes staring at them.

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Wendy wasn’t sure what she was seeing. At first, she thought it was some kind of combat training. The screams and cries she heard told her it must have been some intense stuff… But now, she wasn’t so sure.

Now she was watching her Guild Master and her friend doing some kind of… weird thing. Wendy simply didn’t have the word for it. Even as an adult, her mind was like a child’s. Such innocence was almost unheard of, but Wendy just didn’t have the word for what she was seeing.

She knew that… that huge, third arm was Master Makarov’s p-penis, and that Lucy had a hole between her legs like Wendy did, but the young girl just didn’t know what to call what they were doing. She had even less of an idea as she watched Makarov pushing his penis into Lucy’s butt.

Wendy gulped, feeling her own plump rear as she trembled. Was this some kind of extreme training? Honestly, that’s what the young, blue-haired girl had thought this had been about. Master Makarov was going to help Lucy get strong by training her, but was this really some sort of adult training…?

The young woman pressed her body against the door, looking into the house through a small window. Neither the old man or the blonde beauty noticed Wendy. They were too focused on their ‘training.’

Wendy found herself just as focused, even if she probably shouldn’t have been. She placed her hands on the door and rotated her hips back and forth, as if she was trying to hump the air. She stood on her tippy toes to peer through the glass, her own ‘hole’ becoming moist as she stood there.

The young woman licked her lips as she adjusted to find a better angle. The two were screaming now, but they weren’t in any pain that Wendy could see. No, those were happy screams, she reasoned, and she hoped she could be so happy she’d scream like that one day...

Poor Wendy was so enraptured by the show that she didn’t notice her hand on the doorknob, pushing down on it by accident. The door swung open on her weight as she gasped...

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Makarov roared as he slammed his cock into Lucy’s ass. He unleashed another load of his warm, thick cum and Lucy accepted his offer with a fucked silly smile. She arched her back, her breasts jiggling as her whole body was consumed by ecstasy. Lucy came on his cock once again, shaking wildly as the river of cum left an imprint on her mind…

“Ah… That was wonderful, slut. You have quite the set there. Very tight.” He had fucked all three of her holes, stole her mouth, pussy, and ass virginity. Lucy let out a quiet groan, her arms going limp under her. She fell onto the ground, muttering as she laid on the floor.

The balding, short Guild Master pulled his penis out of Lucy. He still wasn’t satisfied, and he looked at the blonde’s pussy with an eager smile.

“We’re not finished y-”

Wendy screamed as she came tumbling through the open door. She fell onto the ground, groaning as both Makarov and Lucy turned their heads to look at the intruder. For a moment, Lucy wondered if Wendy was here to save her. There was a small conflict in the blonde, as part of her hoped she was wrong, but something else caught the girl’s attention. Lucy’s brow wrinkled as she wondered just what her would-be ‘savior’ planned on doing dressed like that.

The young, blue-haired woman had thought her guild members would need healing. That was why she was wearing the peculiar outfit. It was Erza’s gift to the younger girl last year. A white nurse’s outfit that was better suited for a bedroom, than a hospital, with a pair of long heels that gave the short girl a few inches of height. The clothes struggled to contain Wendy’s voluptuous body, and the top button was left unused, exposing some of her cleavage.

Makarov drank in the sight of Wendy. He wasn’t sure what she was doing here, but he wasn’t planning on letting this chance of his go. He would strike while the iron was hot. He licked his lips, pulling away from Lucy and approaching the fallen Wendy, his cock dangling between his legs.

“Wendy! You came to help Lucy pay off her debt, I see.”

“H-huh? Debt?” Wendy blinked, but before she could say anything, Makarov was helping her up, and pushing the door closed behind her. He ushered her in with a hungry smirk on his face.

“That’s right! This is all just a form of payment. A… promise that Lucy is finally fulfilling to me.” He looked Wendy Marvell over with approving eyes. She had changed so much in the last few years. Plump rear, hefty breasts, yet she still had that round, innocent face that he just wanted to ruin… “You see, my body is undergoing a lot of stress due to my old age. I’m simply not as young as I used to be.”

Lucy shuddered on the ground, too tired and fatigued to warn her friend of their Guild Master’s true objective. All she could do was let out a tired scoff as she stared at the two.

“So Lucy here is healing me. Helping me relieve all of that stress.”

“Wow, really? That’s amazing! Lucy, you’re so nice!” And Wendy fell for it, hook, line, and seeker.

Lucy opened her mouth again to try and protect the blue-haired woman, but she simply didn’t have the strength in her. She was tired, exhausted, and beaten down… or perhaps, she wanted to see the young woman corrupted. Misery loves company, after all, though she could hardly call herself miserable, if she was being honest. Lucy felt her pussy twitch as she watched Makarov place a hand on Wendy’s ass, massaging the firm flesh as he grinned.

Without any warning, he pulled Wendy towards him and he pressed his face into her large breasts. Wendy gasped, shocked as he nuzzled her breasts with his face, licking at her skin and even nipping at the sides of her tits.

He wrapped both of his arms around her, embracing her as his face continued to shake between her tits. Her boobs slapped against his face as he humped her, rubbing his long, throbbing cock against her short skirt.  

Wendy had no idea how to respond to the sudden embrace. Her face turned a bright red as Makarov let out a muffled chuckle. He plucked his head from her chest and looked her squarely in the eyes.

“Wendy, my girl, would you help an old, feeble man out? I still feel an ache in my heart. Poor Lucy is too tired to help me… Would you be kind enough to help me, like she did?”

The blue-haired woman blinked, her hazel eyes bouncing between her senior and her close friend. Lucy’s eyes sharpened, almost like a glare. White stuff was dripping out from the blonde’s butt and vagina...

Her eyes turned back to the old man, eagerly smiling at her, leaning in close until their faces were so close, Wendy could feel his breath. The beautiful woman felt her cheeks turn warm as she slowly nodded her head. Her answer was meek, but it was all that was needed for Makarov to change her life.

“Yes. Of course, I’ll help you, Master.”

Makarov celebrated his victory by practically leaping onto Wendy, nearly knocking her down as he captured her lips with his. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, stealing her first kiss just like he did with Lucy. She was amazingly sweet.

Wendy’s eyes widened as her mouth was filled with the long, thick tongue. She knew what a kiss was. She just didn’t expect the old man’s kiss to be so… tasty. It was so soothing, she didn’t even mind how forceful he was being. His hands squeezed her butt, slipping under her skirt as she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.

It was like something out of a movie scene. Wendy’s leg popped up as she kissed her Master, a man old enough to be her grandfather. She pressed her clothed chest against his body, rubbing her boobs against him as he moaned in approval.

It was an intense kiss, and a long one. Makarov did his best to teach the innocent maiden how to really kiss a man. He stuck his tongue down her mouth, sucked on hers, nibbled on her lower lip, he pulled trick after trick, corrupting the blue-haired beauty with his slobber. No one had ever touched Wendy like this, and he loved that he had this maiden all to himself.

After teaching the young woman what a ‘make out session’ was, Makarov finally freed the girl. A trail of saliva linked their mouths as she struggled to catch her breath. The old man laughed, patting her cheek like she was his pet, before he demanded her to strip.

“Take off your clothes. Now.”

“Y-yes, Master,” she replied, nodding his head as she began to unbutton her clothes. She struggled at first, her fingers clumsily pawing at her clothes.

Finally her clothes came off, and she dropped them onto the ground. Makarov’s grin grew wide and toothy as he looked her body over. Wendy kicked the clothes aside as she stood before her Master, almost completely naked. Her face was red as he looked at her blue bra and panties. The bra could barely contain her E-cup breasts.

Makarov decided to help the bra out, relieving it of duty. He eagerly undid the front of the bra, letting it fall down to the ground, and he practically tore Wendy’s panties off of her body, ripping them to the ground until he her naked, virgin body didn’t have a thread on it.

“Alright, Wendy. We’re going to start with a blowjob. Get down on your knees,” he ordered, and she obeyed with a determined nod.

She was now face to face with his penis. She had never been so close to the real thing before, and her already red face burned even hotter as she suddenly felt dizzy. She was steadied when Makarov placed a hand on her head, gently caressing her blue locks. He smiled down at her, and Wendy returned the gesture, trust and love gleaming in her brown eyes.

“Now, take my cock into your mouth. Go back and forth on it. You’ll get used to the size. I want you to keep doing this until I cum.”

Cum...  She repeated the word to herself. That was the white stuff leaking out of Lucy. Wendy wondered just what it would taste like. If it was anything like her Master’s saliva, she was eager to try it.

Wendy opened her mouth and she took the bulbous tip into her mouth, sucking on it as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her jaw strained to take the thick rod, but she did her best, pushing herself forward on the shaft. She choked on it at first, but she refused to give in.

The mage was not going to given in. Her Master needed her, and she intended on surpassing his expectations. She bobbed her head back and forth on the veiny shaft, his lips dragging against the wet flesh. The tip went deeper and deeper down her throat, but she stomached it, focusing on her Master’s happy grin.

She wanted to make up for her obvious inexperience. She looked at the cock that was halfway down her throat, wondering what she could do. Her jaw ached. She wasn’t sure what else she could do with her mouth, but that was when an idea struck her. Wendy lifted up her hands and she cupped the balls that dangled under her Master’s penis.

The curvy woman did her best to massage the balls with slender, soft fingers. Her idea seemed to pay off as the old man moaned, leaning his head back as his fingers dug into her scalp. She worked hard for him, pushing the cock deeper into her mouth as her fingers continued to play with his balls. They felt soft, and warm in her hands...

“I’m going to cum, slut,” he growled, and something about that last word made Wendy shudder. She was suddenly pulled down, her nose brushing against her Master’s pubic hair as he unleashed a tidal wave of cum down the once pure maiden’s throat.

All Wendy could taste was his thick, creamy cum. It consumed her, practically drowned her. Makarov showed her slightly more mercy than he did with Lucy, pulled his cock out of her mouth mid-orgasm. Instead of letting it all go down her throat, he released the rest of his cum onto Wendy’s face.

He sprayed her with his cum, leaving white clumps of his sperm on her hair, cheeks. Her face was practically coated with his semen, and the best part was Wendy’s reaction. She placed a hand on her mouth, keeping it sealed as she swallowed more and more of the cum he had left in her mouth.

She opened her mouth to show him an empty mouth, before she licked the rim of her lips, cleaning herself. Wendy Marvell smiled at her Master, innocence gleaming in her eyes.

“D-did I do good, Master?” she panted.

There was something about the submissive love Wendy showed him that made Makarov’s cock throb. He hardened once more, his penis ready for more.

“You did great, Wendy, but now I need you to ride me.”

“Ride… you? I don’t think I understand…”

“Don’t worry, dear. I’ll show you. I’ll sit down, and you’re going to take my dick into your pussy.” He patted Wendy’s wet cunt, and she gasped at the touch. “Ah, you’re ready for me… Come on, let’s start!”

“Y-yes, sir!” The blushing mage followed Makarov. The two stopped by Lucy, who was watching them with glazed over eyes. The old man ignored the blonde as he sat down, patting his lap. Wendy obeyed the silent command, putting herself over the veiny dick.

Like she was squatting down for an exercise, she brought herself down on her Master’s cock. Before she could even feel the tip on her pussy, Makarov lifted himself and nestled his head between her tits, burying his face into her as he laughed.

Wendy, surprised, but still obedient, kept pushing herself down, until the cock was slowly pushing its way into her. She moaned, shuddering as Makarov groaned between her breasts. When she met resistance, she pressed onward, breaking through her virginity. She cried out in pain, but the pain was numbed as Makarov punched her nipples. The pleasure and pain mixed together into something tolerable as her blood dripped down the veiny shaft.

Much quicker than it did with Lucy, the pain subsided, and Wendy found herself overwhelmed with pleasure. Her body quivered as she lifted herself up, almost off of the cock, and then brought herself down on it once more.

Wendy moaned as the large filled her body. Her walls tightly squeezed on it as Makarov moaned, pulling his face out from between her breasts as he admired the lovely woman.

“You were so cute as a teenager, Wendy, but as a woman… Ah, you’re as perfect as Erza and Lucy! One of the top beauties in our guild!” She blushed at the compliment, her pace quickening as her breasts bounced up and down.

“R-really? You mean that?”

He slapped her ass, making her cry out as he nodded. “Course I do! Nice bust, hourglass figure, and that innocent charm of yours… I’ve dreamed of fucking this body for a long, long time!”

“Then fuck me, Master!” She screamed, her body reaching the base of his cock. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

And he obeyed, squeezing her hips and helping her ride his dick. Lucy watched the two fuck like rabbits, her own hand moving down to rub her wet snatch. She began to finger herself as the two began to loudly moan.

Makarov shot his semen into Wendy’s cunt, and she accepted the gift with a scream of pleasure, embracing her Master in a tight hug, pressing his face into her bosom once more. The two clung to each other as their bodies shuddered and spasmed from the force of their orgasms.

Makarov was panting as he pulled Wendy off of him and dropped her onto the ground, cum leaking from her pink pussy. A moment of clarity struck Wendy as she looked at her crotch.

“A-am I going to be pregnant?” she whined, but Makarov didn’t give her any answers.

He just laid on his side with her and slammed his cum covered penis into her butt, ripping her ass in two and earning another scream from Wendy. He fucked her ass with no mercy, uncaring how badly it hurt for her. Thankfully, pain soon became pleasure, fuel for the fire in Wendy’s heart.

Her scared expression was replaced with love and joy as she bounced her butt on Makarov’s lap, shuddering on the rod. He pistoned in and out of Wendy’s plump, heart-shaped ass, going faster and faster as he slapped her ass.

It didn’t take long for Wendy to break, and she came from just being anally fucked. Her body trembled, tongue hanging out of her mouth as she thanked her Master.

“S-so good… T-thank you, Master! I-I love you,” she whimpered, and the sound of her voice pushed Makarov over the edge. He came inside of her, filling her with his seed until his cock finally ran out.

With a tired sigh, the old Guild Master pulled himself out of Wendy and fell back, panting. After cumming so many times, he was finally drained, at least for the time being. He was proud of himself, though. He had claimed and ruined two extraordinary maidens, and he looked both of the girls over with a wryly grin.

They looked at him, their minds lost under the pleasure he gifted them. He decided to lay down the law now, before either of them got any ideas.

“Now, girls.” Both Wendy and Lucy looked up at their Master. The former was eager to serve, while the latter tried to glare at him. Any attempt at intimidating Makarov failed when he saw her fingers in her pussy.

“As part of compensation, I don’t want either of you having sex with anyone else. Understand?”

Lucy’s glare sharpened, before she sighed. “H-how the hell would I have sex anyone else? After what you did to me,” she muttered, turning her gaze towards her own abused pussy.

Meanwhile, Wendy was much more open to the order, blushing as she nodded her head. “Y-yes, Master.” If her beloved Master required this kind of healing only for him, she would keep that promise.

“Good. Now get dressed. You’re excused.”

The two girls obeyed, nodding as they stood up. Wendy was kind enough to help Lucy up, before the blue-haired girl began to put her clothes back on. Lucy let out a whine as she pulled her panties up, feeling Makarov’s cum soaking them.

Makarov just chuckled, before giving one last order to the two. “Oh, and make sure to send Mirajane over here next.”

Izzy wiped the sleep from his eyes, fighting back a yawn. He shook his head and reached for the energy drink he had been sipping at, only to find it empty. He tossed it into the nearby trash can as he stood up and stretched his arms to the ceiling.

It was getting late, and he had spent the better part of the day in the school’s computer lab, working to finish a school project. Honestly, it was probably at an acceptable level before he started working, but he wanted it to be perfect. He wouldn’t settle for anything else. After all, if he had a poor grade in computer programming, he might as well have just hung up his keyboard.

Izzy glanced at the clock and cringed at the time. It was getting late. Without a word, he picked up his things and pushed them into his schoolbag, walking out of the computer lab without a second thought.

Izzy was on his way out of the school when he noticed something very odd. A voice, two of them, clearly talking to each other. His brow furrowed as he wondered who else could be at the school this late. At first, he shrugged it off to just a custodian, but as he walked down the hall and got closer to the voices, he was proven wrong.

The voices were ones he recognized, intimately, in fact. One was his close friend, Tai, but the other voice was higher pitched, and softer. It was Mimi, and just the thought of her brought a tint of red to Izzy’s cheek.

The young redhead gulped, feeling himself turn warm at the serene voice of his crush. He inched closer to the sounds of their voices, finding them in a classroom, with the door left slightly ajar.

He didn’t hear either of their voices as he slowly moved closer to the door. He peeked through the small crack between the door and wall, and what he found made his blood turn cold. The reason he couldn’t hear either of their voices was because they weren’t talking anymore.

They were kissing, their arms wrapped around one another, Tai’s left hand placed on Mimi’s ass, while the other hand was on her large, supple breast, squeezing it. Mimi was happily accepting his embrace, her arms wrapped around his neck, and her fingers gently petting his spiky hair. Her fingers were slowly combing through his brunette locks, gently caressing him.

Izzy felt his breath getting caught in his throat. He almost choked on it. He covered his mouth and shivered as he watched the two kiss like something right out of his fantasy. Their lips parted apart, and he could see their tongue wrestling under the light. Their bodies were almost silhouetted in the dark, like some kind of disturbing painting.

The worst part was how… happy both seemed. Their tongues tasting one another, their lips nibbling on one another. There was just something about the way they held each other that told Izzy that it was meant to be. Maybe he was just seeing things. Maybe it was all in his mind… But the fact was that Tai and Mimi were holding each other like lovers, kissing with the kind of passion Izzy had dreamed about, except it was him where Tai was.

Izzy felt his legs tremble, but they did not move. He didn’t move, glued to where he stood, hiding in the dark as he watched the two. Questions raced through his mind. How could Tai do this? Didn’t he know how Izzy felt about Mimi? The young tech expert thought the two boys were friends, but now he just wasn’t sure. And Mimi… How long had she been seeing Tai? Was this their first time, or had they met at the school before to kiss and touch one another?

The young man’s eyes fell on Tai’s hand. He was groping Mimi, kneading her breast through her clothes. Izzy gulped, sliding down until he was sitting by the door, still staring at the two.

He told himself to do something. Walk away, storm inside, something, but his body refused to move. His thoughts became heavy, like a fog was filling his mind. Were he more aware of his own personal situation, and not so focused on the couple, Izzy might have noticed his growing erection. His dick pressed against his clothes, pushing against the fabric and trying to break free.

Meanwhile Mimi and Tai were still locked in each other’s arms, their lips playing with one another. It felt like they had been kissing forever now, but Izzy tried to tell him he had just found them. Then again, how long has they been kissing before he got here…?

Izzy tried to pull his body away from the two, telling himself that whatever their relationship was, spying on them was wrong. But then Tai broke away from Mimi’s lips, a trail of saliva linking their mouths. Mimi licked it up, giggling as Tai uttered a word that made Izzy freeze.

“What about Izzy?”

She giggled, playing with a lock of hazel hair in her hands. “I like him,” she admitted, and despite everything, Izzy’s cheeks turned red. “But…” She let the word hang in the air, as if she knew Izzy was there, as if she relished the idea of teasing someone she couldn’t even see.

“But?” Tai asked.

“I’m not going to wait forever, and I’m still a person. I’m young, I want to have fun. I want to enjoy myself,” she explained with a pout. “If Izzy wants me, he can make a move and come have me.”

“Well, Izzy’s not here,” Tai uttered. “I am.”

“Oh, trust me. I know.” Her fingers slipped down from his hair and gently stroked his cheeks. She licked her lips as she admired his handsome features. “So, what should I do with you? The same thing I did last week?” Izzy gulped. “Or a little surprise I planned for you?”

“I do like surprises.” Tai kissed her lips, and he smirked. “Show me what you’ve got.”

“You asked for it.” Mimi leaned forward and pecked Tai’s lips, before Izzy watched sink down onto her knees. The intelligent, brilliant man was utterly dumbfounded by what he saw. The way Mimi was acting, the way she bit Tai’s metal zipper with her lips and slowly pulled it down… It was like something straight out of his fantasies.

Izzy shivered, not from the cold, but from excitement. His mind was in conflict, but his body was enjoying the show. He glanced down, ashamed as he realized just how erect he was.

And he wasn’t the only one. Tai was sporting his own tent as Mimi pulled his pants down, revealing the brunette’s light blue boxers. When Izzy leaned closer, almost touching the wooden door, he realized a shocking fact.

Comparing one’s penis was something Izzy always thought of as juvenile. It was a childish, testosterone-fueled jealousy that only neanderthals took part in. That said, Izzy was proud of his size. He was far above the average for boys his age, and probably bigger than some men older than him.

But Tai? Tai was in a whole other league, a belief that was confirmed as Mimi pulled the boxers down and was nearly slapped in the face by the tremendous cock Tai was wielding. The young man grinned with pride as Mimi placed a hand to her plump lips.

“I never get tired of seeing this… It’s… it’s so amazing,” she uttered, gently caressing the veiny shaft with her hand.

“I’m glad you approve.”

“It’s even bigger than Izzy’s,” she uttered, shocking the redhead. He also smacked his face against the door as he listened to Mimi giggle. “I thought he was big that time I peeked into his room, but Tai, you’re like a tree. God, it’s as thick as my arm!” Mimi beamed, holding her forearm up against the cock as if using it as a reference.

Izzy had no idea when Mimi had caught him with his pants down, literally speaking, but he still burned with embarrassment and shame as the two talked about him.

“You’re the biggest cock I’ve ever seen… Fuck me hard enough with this bad boy and I might not even want to date Izzy afterwards. Fuck me ever harder, and I might just start dating you,” she teased, her fingers now wrapped around the long shaft, pumping it up and down. She had to use two hands to hold the massive beast, and even then, her fingers were barely touching one another.

Tai laughed, he actually laughed at the idea of stealing Mimi from Izzy, and the redhead wasn’t sure how to react to that. Part of him wanted to be mad, even outraged, but the other half of him was panting, trembling with lust as he licked his own lips and watched Mimi’s fingers work.

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She brought the cock down to her mouth, her soft, slick tongue acting like a landing pad for the girthy dick. Mimi’s lips wrapped around the tip, and she took the cock into her mouth with shocking ease.

Izzy felt his mouth turn dry. Mimi was sucking Tai’s cock, bobbing her head back and forth. She closed her eyes as the sound of her sucking on his dick filled the room, and slipping into his ear. Tai had his hand on her head, helping her get lower and lower down his cock. She moaned against the thick rod in her mouth, but she sounded happy…

“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” Tai moaned, leaning his head back.

Mimi opened up a single eye, and it gleamed with pride as she took her hands off of his cock. Her fingers moved to his balls, massaging and stroking the large nuts, squeezing them between her soft fingers. Izzy’s hand fell on his leg, digging into the fabric as his penis strained against his clothes. It wanted out. It wanted to feel Mimi’s lips. At this point it would have settled for anything, just a fraction of the pleasure Tai was feeling.

Speaking of the brunette, Tai moaned as he came in Mimi’s hands, unleashing a load of cum into Mimi’s waiting mouth. She showed no strain as she took the load. It was almost beautiful how effortless it was. Tiny spurts of cum slipped past her lips and stained her face, but that was all that happened.

She pressed her face lower, down onto his cock until her nose was pressed against his pubic hair. Her cheeks expanded, filled to the brim with semen. Mimi took a deep whiff of his musk, before she opened her throat and gleefully began to swallow his cum.

Izzy could practically see the cum going down her throat. She swallowed it in large clumps, letting it slide down her throat and pool inside her stomach, before Mimi pulled her head off of the massive dick. Even in such an obscene movement, she looked beautiful, and after she licked her lips clean, it was almost impossible to tell what she had been doing.

She opened her mouth, and judging by Tai’s reaction, it was wiped clean of cum.

“Fuck, you are amazing,” Tai panted, a grin on his face.

“Not as amazing as that cock of yours. Mmm… Maybe you should be asking me out.”

Izzy’s heart jumped, before Tai just chuckled. “I wouldn’t do that to Izzy. Once you two start dating, I’ll back off.”

“Oh? Think you can keep that promise?” she inquired, her hand stroking up and down his cock with a smirk. Judging by the sound of her voice, it almost sounded like she wanted to see him break it…

Tai just chuckled at the ‘joke.’ “So, what’s next?” He smiled at her. Mimi giggled, a knowing smile on her face.

“I think you know. The question is how badly you want it.” The way they talked, the way they teased each other, the way they stared into each other’s eyes… All signs pointed that this was not their first time. Izzy found that hard to swallow as his hand reached into his boxers, and he found his own cock, throbbing with desperation.

Tai spanked Mimi’s ass, making her gasp, before he showed her just how badly he wanted her. Without any effort, he placed his hands on her round, firm ass and just picked her up without any sort of effort. She laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying the ride as he dropped her butt on a cold desk. She shivered, either from the sudden cold or from excitement, Izzy wasn’t sure.

“Badly enough to not care what you think.” Mimi’s face turned flush. “Badly enough to just take it.” He placed his hands on Mimi’s shirt and he pulled, forcing the buttons to come undone, even breaking one and causing it to drop to the floor. Mimi wasn’t wearing a bra under her shirt. Izzy found himself staring at the beautiful woman’s naked breasts as they jiggled from their sudden freedom. .

Tai then grabbed Mimi’s skirt, hooking his fingers into her panties, and he pulled down, nearly tearing the clothes off. The skirt fell to the ground with ease as Mimi’s pink panties hung off of a single leg. Her wet pussy was exposed, and Izzy couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his fingers around his cock. He started pumping himself, imagining Mimi’s hand on his.

“Fuck, you’re so bad,” Mimi beamed. “I love it… Huge dick, heroic on the streets, bad boy in bed… You’re perfect.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Tai whispered. He leaned in close to Mimi, their cheeks pressed together, and he whispered something in her ear. Her eyes widened, before Tai took his cock by the base and aimed it at her wet snatch. In one single thrust, he slammed his cock into her.

Mimi screamed in pleasure, pulling Tai into a hug. Her tits pushed against Tai’s chest, her nipples poking him through his clothes. The brunette man just smirked, holding Mimi by her plump rear as he fucked her, bucking his hips back and forth. She cried out and gasped with each thrust, trying to catch her breath as Tai used her.

They rocked the desk under them, pushing it with every body-shaking slam. For a moment, Izzy wondered if they had ever done this to his desk, and that thought made him shudder as he tightened his grip on his cock. He kept jerking himself off, imagining how tightly Mimi was probably holding onto Tai.

“You’re! So! Big!” Mimi moaned with each thrust. “I-I love it!”

“And you’re. So. Tight!” Izzy watched as his crush’s legs wrapped around his best friend’s body, keeping them pressed together as they continued to make love.

Her wet walls were probably squeezing Tai’s entire cock. Izzy couldn’t have imagined how good it must have felt. He wished he could have made Mimi scream like that, but it wasn’t just about cock size anymore. It was about what kind of lover Izzy would have been, and he knew in his heart that he could never just tear a girl’s clothes off and fuck her in the middle of a classroom. That just wasn’t him.

But it was Tai. Tai was exactly the kind of man to just fuck who he wanted to fuck, and Mimi was the kind of girl to do what she thought was fun. It was a hell of a match, Izzy realized, as he watched the two continue to fuck.

“I-I’m going to cum,” Mimi moaned. “P-please, cum with me!”

“You want me to cum with you? You’re going to have to wait a little longer for that,” Tai grunted, quickening his pace. Mimi bit her lower lip, crying out as tears welled up in her eyes. Tears of pleasure, no doubt. Then Tai said something so quietly that Izzy almost didn’t hear. But he did hear those words, and they made Izzy pump his cock even faster.

“Or maybe you can say something to make me cum,” Tai growled.

“Master…” The word was weak on Mimi’s tongue at first, before her eyes rolled into her skull and she trembled in ecstacy. Her voice screamed out the words, growing louder and louder. “Master! Master!”

Izzy realized what was happening after a moment. Tai must have found Mimi’s sweet spot. Her G-spot… Or maybe Tai found where it was a long time ago. The very thought made Izzy pump even faster, his toes curling in his shoes. He wanted to cum with them. He wanted to imagine himself in Tai’s place, fucking his crush’s pussy…

“Master, fuck me with your huge, giant cock! I need it! I want it! Please!”

“Alright, slut! Here it cums!”

Tai lifted Mimi off of the desk and he held her in his hands as he came inside of her, filling her with another warm serving of his cum. Izzy squeezed his eyes tight and he shuddered as he came as well, creaming his own boxers and marking his own underwear with his cum.

Embarrassment and relief swirled in Izzy’s mind as he watched Tai fill Mimi with cum. She took the load with a welcoming grin, her tongue hanging from her mouth as she leaned her head back. Tai nestled his face between her breasts, motorboating them the two rode the waves of their orgasms. Their muscles tightened and released, as Tai made sure every drop of his cum ended up inside Mimi…

Izzy had seen enough, he thought. He stood up on shaky, weak legs, pulling his hand out of his pants. He had to go. He wasn’t sure what emotion he was feeling at this point. Anger, lust, sadness, desire…

Fuck, watching Tai fuck Mimi had made him cum harder than he ever had…

He shook all those thoughts away, and replaced it with something logical. He had to go to the bathroom, clean his boxers up. Afterwards he’d head home and mull this all over. Yes, that’s what he would do…