Eruption

The hum of the Reactor Core was the only sound in the room, vibrating through the glass floor and into the bones of the three girls lying in a heap at my feet. They were destroyed, muscles twitching, skin slick with a cocktail of sweat, saliva, and Yuffie’s squirt.

They thought it was over. They thought they had given everything.

I reached down and grabbed Tifa by her damp hair, hauling her up to her knees. She groaned, her eyes rolling lazily in her head, her face still shining with the fluids from the previous act.

"Wake up," I growled, my voice vibrating in the enclosed space. "The system isn't stable yet. There is still pressure in the line."

I stood before her, my cock throbbing, dark and angry, swollen with the orgasm I had denied myself during the titfuck. It twitched in the green Mako light, leaking pre-cum that dripped onto Tifa’s chest.

"I held back for you," I told them, looking down at the trio. "I stored every drop of energy while you screamed. Now, I'm going to overload you."

"Tifa," I commanded. "Open your mouth. Wide."

Tifa, the broken fighter, didn't hesitate. She dropped her jaw, sticking her tongue out in a gesture of pure submission.

"Aerith. Yuffie. Get on your knees on either side of her."

They crawled into position. I was now surrounded by the Committee.

"You aren't people right now," I said, my voice thick with lust. "You are just holes. You are just receptacles for my will. Tifa is the sleeve. You two are the anchors."

I stepped in. I grabbed the back of Tifa’s head and drove my hips forward. I buried my cock in her throat to the hilt.

Gag.

Tifa’s eyes bulged, her hands flying up to clutch my thighs. I didn't stop. I used her throat like a pussy, fucking her face with brutal, rhythmic thrusts. Her soft lips wrapped around my base, her tongue milking the underside, but the head of my cock was deep in her esophagus.

"Worship it!" I barked at the other two.

Aerith and Yuffie dove in. Aerith licked the underside of my shaft where it met Tifa’s lips, catching the saliva that overflowed. Yuffie cupped my balls, massaging them, licking the heavy sac that was tight with seed.

It was sensory overload. The heat of Tifa’s throat, the wetness of Aerith’s tongue on the shaft, the suction of Yuffie on my balls.

"Harder!" I roared, slapping Tifa’s cheek lightly. "Take it all, Fighter! Show me your endurance!"

Tifa made a ****, muffled noise, tears streaming from her eyes, but she pushed back against my hips, swallowing me deeper. She was taking the punishment with a masochistic pride, her throat relaxing to accommodate the invasion.

I felt the pressure rising. It was volcanic. The denial from before had concentrated the sensation into a blinding white point of need.

"I'm going to drown you," I warned, my legs shaking. "Get ready."

I pulled out of Tifa’s throat with a wet, audible pop. A string of saliva and mucus connected us. Tifa gasped for air, coughing, her mouth staying open, waiting.

Aerith and Yuffie looked up, their mouths open, tongues out, waiting like baby birds.

"Look at me!" I commanded. "Eyes open! Take the blessing!"

I grabbed my cock and stroked it once. Twice. The dam broke.

I erupted. It wasn't a stream; it was a deluge. Thick, hot ropes of white seed shot out, coating Tifa’s face instantly, sealing her eyes shut, filling her open mouth.

I moved my aim. I painted Aerith, splashing her cheeks, her nose, her long eyelashes. She moaned, trying to catch the drops with her tongue.

I turned to Yuffie. I fired a heavy load right into her mouth. She gagged and swallowed, giggling through the mouthful.

It went on and on. The volume was staggering. I covered the three most powerful women in Radiant Garden in my essence. I soaked their hair, their faces, their chests. The green light of the Mako reactor reflected off the white fluids, making them look like glowing idols of perversion.

When the last drop finally dribbled out, I stood there, panting, my legs weak.

The three of them were unrecognizable. Just masks of white.

Tifa licked her lips, swallowing a massive mouthful. She looked up at me, one eye stuck shut with cum.

"System..." she whispered, her voice wrecked. "...fully... operational."

"Clean me," I whispered. "And then clean each other. Leave nothing."

They swarmed me. Six hands, three tongues. They licked me clean, then turned on each other, kissing the cum off each other’s faces, sharing the load, bonding in a way that no committee meeting could ever achieve.

I watched them, the Lords of this world reduced to my personal harem, and I knew the conquest was absolute.