Harem's Feast

The room didn't cool down. If anything, the air grew heavier, thick with the scent of musk and female fluids. Fuu was still on her hands and knees, her face buried in the pillows, trembling as Olette and Naminé relentlessly worshipped her back door. The sight of the "Good Girl" and the "Witch" acting like hungry animals, devouring the toughest girl in town, was a masterpiece of corruption.

"She's so open," Olette murmured, her tongue swirling around Fuu’s tight, puckered ring. "She loves it."

"No... too dirty..." Fuu sobbed, but she pushed her ass back against their faces, spreading her cheeks wider with her own hands. "But... feels... electric!"

"Let's fill her up," Naminé suggested, her voice sweet and dripping with sin.

They didn't stop licking. But now, hands came into play. Olette slid two fingers into Fuu’s soaking wet pussy, curling them downward to hit her g-spot. At the same time, Naminé, slicking her fingers with her own saliva, pressed against Fuu’s ass. "Relax, Fuu," Naminé whispered. She pushed inside. Fuu gasped, a high, broken sound. "Ah! Two! Two at once!"

They established a rhythm. Olette pumping her front, Naminé working her back, while their mouths moved over her thighs and hips, nipping and kissing every inch of pale skin. They were exploring every hole, claiming every secret place she had guarded for so long. Fuu was reduced to a quivering mess of sensation. Her "tough" persona evaporated completely, leaving only a girl **** for pleasure. "Girls... please... I'm melting!" Fuu cried out, her head thrashing on the mattress. "Too good! Too much love!"

The sight made me hard all over again. My cock throbbed against my stomach, leaking pre-cum at the display of pure, unadulterated hedonism. I sat back against the headboard, watching my kingdom at play. They were tangled together, blonde hair, brown hair, silver hair, a knot of soft skin and eager hands. They forgot about the world outside. They stripped off whatever remained of their clothes, socks, underwear, until they were three naked goddesses writhing on a sweat-stained quilt.

Fuu collapsed onto her stomach, unable to hold herself up anymore. Olette and Naminé didn't let her rest. They crawled over her, sliding their bodies against hers. Olette kissed Fuu’s neck, biting the sensitive cord of muscle, while Naminé scissor-grinded her wet pussy against Fuu’s thigh. "We love you, Fuu," Olette panted, grinding down. "You're one of us now. No secrets."

Fuu turned her head. Her amber eyes found mine. She saw me watching. She saw the hardness between my legs. A spark of instinct cut through her haze. She was the submissive, the new recruit, and she had been taking all the pleasure. It was time to serve the King who had given her this new life.

She wiggled out from under the pile of girls. "Master..." she rasped.

She crawled up the bed. She moved like a predator, or perhaps a devotee. She didn't bother to wipe the slickness of Olette and Naminé from her body. She crawled on her elbows and knees, her small breasts jiggling, her eyes locked on my cock. She reached me and pushed herself up, kneeling between my spread legs. She didn't ask for permission this time. She just wanted to taste. She leaned down and took me into her mouth.

"Mmph." She hummed with satisfaction. She sucked eagerly, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue working the underside of the shaft. She bobbed her head, taking me deep, trying to swallow the whole length. It was sloppy, ****, and incredibly hot. She looked up at me while she worked, her eyes saying everything her broken sentences couldn't. Thank you. I belong to you.

Behind her, Olette and Naminé saw what was happening. They didn't stop. The sight of Fuu servicing me turned them on even more. Olette grabbed Naminé, pulling the blonde into a deep, tongue-heavy kiss. They pressed their bodies together, grinding their clits against each other, moaning into each other's mouths while watching Fuu suck me off.

"That's it, Fuu," I growled, my hands tangling in her silver hair, guiding her rhythm. "Drain me."

Fuu gagged slightly as I thrust deep into her throat, but she didn't pull back. She clamped her lips tighter, sucking harder, trying to extract every drop. The pressure built rapidly. The visual of the three of them, a trinity of lust, pushed me over the edge.

"I'm close," I warned. "Get ready."

Fuu pulled off, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my tip. "Cover us," she begged, her voice trembling. "Mark... the crew."

She turned around, leaning back against my legs. Olette and Naminé crawled forward. They clustered together right in front of me. Three beautiful faces, flushed and panting, looking up with mouths open and tongues out, waiting for their blessing. Fuu grabbed Olette’s hand. Olette grabbed Naminé’s. They were a unit.

"Take it," I roared.

I erupted. Thick ropes of seed shot out, coating them. I painted them. A line across Fuu’s chest and neck. A splash across Olette’s cheek and lips. A heavy load landing in Naminé’s open mouth, which she swallowed happily. They didn't wipe it off. They reveled in it. Fuu ran her finger through the fluid on her chest and licked it. Olette leaned over and kissed the seed off Fuu’s neck. They collapsed into a pile of limbs, kissing and licking the evidence of my climax off each other, sharing the taste of their Master.

"Mmm..." Olette hummed, her tongue tangled with Fuu’s. "We taste like him."

"Family," Fuu whispered, closing her eyes as Naminé licked her cheek. "We are... family."

I watched them clean each other, my breathing slowing down. The room was a mess. They were a mess. But it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I laid back, closing my eyes. The Harem was complete.