Interrupted By Ingrid

There was a grand pause of silence as reality tried to figure itself out. I just held my Blueberry while staring at the new girl’s shocked expression flap about like a fish, “W-w-what’s… happening…?”

Marianne remained cumming on my cock, squeezing her pussy around me while clearly panicking, arms waving wildly in front of her in lame defence, “I-Ingdrid! I-I-It’s not-!”

The look of disdain and anger from her was not something I was expecting.

“How could you two do this?” Blondie snarled, looking ready to grab one of the weapons off the wall and slice us to pieces, “I could maybe expect this from Petra, but you Marianne? You’re trying to become a knight!” A click of her tongue really sold the vile tone of her voice, “I guess it really is always the quiet ones.”

“N-no… it’s…” Marianne sadly whimpered in my arms, recoiling into a ball. Wait, was I not the one in trouble here?

The new arrival began crouching down in front of me, her blue eyes lowered to my level, trying to put on her best empathetic smile. Like I was a child from the newspaper that hadn’t been seen in weeks. “Hi there. You’re… Kazuto, right? My name is Ingrid Brandl Galatea. How are you feeling?”

“Hi Ingrid, I’m Kazuma. And I’m feeling interrupted. Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something?” I replied bluntly, picking up my Blueberry like she was a weapon (much to her squeaking protests).

“Hm. Delusional behaviour…” She said with a frown, with another tiny scowl thrown at my girl. How rude was this “Do you remember if they made you drink anything? Maybe cast a spell on you when you weren’t looking?”

“We didn’t-!”

“Ingrid-!”

“QUIET!” She snapped quickly at both girls trying to defend themselves, “This poor boy has been through enough! Don’t lie about it too!” What in the world was she talking about?

“Hey, Blondie, they really didn’t do anything.”

There was a sigh before she shook her head, “I can’t really take your testimony as fact. You could still be delusional, or they could have altered your memory, any number of things…” Her attention turned to her classmates, “I’m afraid these kinds of actions on a boy will more than likely lead to your expulsion, girls.”

The two just looked forlorn and ashamed, I guess there was no real way to prove they hadn’t done anything, and this broad wasn’t even listening to me either. It was beginning to piss me off. Petra and Marianne looked despondent. Both looking at me for answers, yet also apologetically, like they somewhat believed this annoying woman had a point to her bizarre convictions.

“Now, we’ll all be going straight to Professor Han-”

“NO!”

She blinked in surprise, not expecting me to raise my voice, nor tear Marianne from my cock.

The annoying cow had stood up, so with a worried energy she stepped back as I rapidly approached her. My completely pantless and massive pecker throwing her concentration to retreat properly, soon feeling the impact of my meaty tool ramming against her belly. Her soft gut easily giving me a relenting quiver after it dug into her abs.

“Oh god, o-oh my god!” She stammered, face going flush with blood as I wiped Marianne’s juices against the knight’s clothes. Ingrid was trying to look away from me, her morals conflicting with the obvious arousal that was surging through her body from being in the presence of an erect male, “I-I can see why they picked you-”

“They didn’t PICK me! They FOUND me!” I shot back at her, taking a few more steps forward as she shuffled backwards in fear. In the confusion the lady tripped, landing on her plush bottom on the stony floor and coming face to face with my bobbing meat stick. “In case you fucking forgot, I fell from the SKY! I am not some normal loser male from this land, I come from somewhere FAR away! Where dicks are so plentiful that women don’t even want most of them!”

Her face was transfixed on me still panicking from the penis proximity, “W-wha-?! Seriously?! Y-you really weren’t ****?!”

“NO! I’m just the man with a meat pipe! The once-in-a-generation stud! A NEET living his well deservered heavenly bliss!” Gazing down at her in annoyance my tone shifted from screaming weirdo to serious mode, “I’m the freaky pervert here, not them.”

She just sat there, gasping in confusion and heat, trying to process everything.

“Y-you are…?”

“That’s right. And you totally ruined the mood.”

“I-I did…?”

“Mmhmm. Now, what are you going to do about it?”

She gulped, hand clasping at her chest, pulling at her suddenly sweaty top for air, “D… do I suc-”

“APOLOGISE!”

“AH! I-I-I’m sorry!” She squeaked, earning a long accusatory poke of my cock across her nose as sour precum stained her once proud face.

Her head against the wall, I was taking my time to really enjoy messing up this girl. The kind of things a certain other blonde had always wanted me to do, “To them, not me!”

“S-sorry Marianne! Sorry Petra! I-I had no idea… this was even possible!”

TWhile I moved the tip of her nose up to resemble a piggy, I could hear Marianne accepting the apology, “It’s okay… we didn’t either.”

“Kazuma is amazing.” Added Petra.

“Damn right I am!” I said as I proudly pomfed my chest, “The apology was a good start, but what are you going to do about my aching boner?” Ingrid was catching massive whiffs of mine/Marianne’s mixed juices. Her eyes fluttered and shook in need, her mouth parsing and drooling, “It demands to wash out the mouth of smart alec blondes who talk too much!”

I think my testosterone was riding high from getting stopped mid fuck, as I didn’t even wait for her to verbally agree before giving blondie a facial cock rub. Her top lip rubbed up the underside of my shaft while my cockhead smeared itself a nice snail trail over her cheek. It may look bad to whatever Goddess is still watching, but it’s what the women here want, exhibit a) the tongue slapping itself with a zealous need. Even this Aryan irritant should learn how to do some fervid fellatio, “Oi, do you wanna suck it or not? I’ve got two ladies behind me who’d love to take your place.”

“Yeth!” She said a little too quickly for her own pride as embarrassing spittle flew everywhere.

Ingrid’s pride was quickly forgotten as her lips latched onto the tip of my prick and began sucking hard. All the bluster and the anger she’d been aiming towards my girls was quickly dumped by the wayside as Ingrid’s eyes fluttered upwards in bliss. They were twisted in perverse glory, a far spell from the gallant knight angle I think her character design was aiming for. I could feel her tongue slathering my dick slit, scooping up all the tastes I was offering while her mouth slowly began edging further forwards. The soft lips paired with powerful suction was great. Such a welcoming warmth that her words had failed to achieve.

I couldn’t stop moving my hips back and forth. Her mouth began stretching with my movements, with her cheeks going concave to try and get more of my tastes. The blowjob was rookie level but passionate, and as my meat began diving deeper towards gullet territory I could only feel her body temperature rising in arousal.

“Just be careful, Ingrid,” Marianne warned, briefly crawling over on her hands and knees to then kneel next to where I was standing. Something about having my number two wrap her hands around my leg made me feel even more powerful. “D-don’t try and take too much at once or you could hurt yourself. Relax your throat, let it stretch your muscles, th-that sort of thing…” The girl trailed off as she lost confidence, realising the focus was on her and leaning into my leg while looking up. I gave her already roughed up hair a little tussle.

“Good job, Blueberry. That’s why I hired you.”

Ingrid popped off my boner just far enough that her top lip still grazed my helmet, “Mm! Is there anything else, Marianne? Bombard me with information, I want to learn!”

“I’ll be doing the ‘bombarding’ here! Get to sucking already, your coach can teach you as you blow. Also, Petra? Heel.”

Something about having all three girls around me felt right, so Petra latching herself to my other leg while my hand moved through her hair was like I’d found my last leg. Maybe it was all the succubus dreams I had of THOSE three? …no, couldn’t be.

Ohh, man this girl’s blowjob. Ingrid really was a quick learner, as she was doing everything Marianne had told her with an almost scary amount of accuracy. Her throat stretched naturally around my girth, with her relaxing it to let me slowly widen her gullet to fit myself comfortably inside her. With all the saliva pouring from her mouth I was able to easily lube myself up and get a steady rhythm fucking this girl’s face.

“I advise getting your breasts out, Kazuma enjoys the sight and touch very much.” Said Petra, demonstrating with her own plush tits rubbing up my thigh and making my cock pulse in Ingrid’s mouth.

Immediately the blonde knight was ripping at her clothes, opening up her jacket and shifting her bra to provide me another lovely pair of tits to gaze at. The smallest pair so far–ironically opposite of Darkness to the other two–but still a nice firmness to Ingrid’s cute chest that she seemed hopeful I approved. My cock’s natural pulsings seemed to be enough of an answer for more moans to escape her mouth.

Each thrust down her throat felt better than the last. The warming gullet of the blonde bitch wrapped tightly around my boiling prick, with her face caring little for pride to skew in twisted pleasure. Having three women around me all playing with their pussies due to the blowjob they were witnessing? Yeah, that’s a recipe for my balls to start chugging.

“Gggr! Gather up! I wanna cum on all three of you!”

My girls were quick to respond, even if Ingrid was a little surprised to be having to share. Or she was surprised I was cumming at all, this world is still weird as hell, but nothing but a triple gal cumshot can’t fix!

Ingrid’s lips held on for as long as they could, getting the first blast of my semen spraying right over the top of her mouth and down her throat before the shock made her open her mouth. After that it was cartoon firehose time, splattering all three of them with rope after rope of jism with no clear arcs or goals to the spasming torrents. I got Petra’s nose, Marianne’s tongue, Ingrid’s chin, then a forehead, cheek, eye, anything. All while they moaned lewdly in pleasure from the sour **** on their beautiful faces.

Eventually my cock did relent, ending with a stream aimed low towards Ingrid’s exposed tits. Petra was first to start cleaning up the soft pillows, running her tongue to collect all the jism I’d showered the chest with as Marianne began showing Ingrid how to snowball my cum back and forth above.

These warriors always knew how to keep me and me engaged… though now that Ingrid had faced her sexual awakening, I realised that the fates had gifted me a woman from each of the three houses. The way Ingrid was staring at my crotchal blazing blade and drained sacred stones… this was gonna get messy.

“Hey… why were you even coming out here?”

“Soo tasty…” moaned Ingrid, ignoring my question to lap up the last of my cum from Marianne’s cheek. Though my Blueberry motioned towards me to help the conversation back on track, “Hm? Oh, uhm, I was told to come and watch over Claude’s bow?”

There it is, there’s that unsubtle conniving I knew he was up to. “Great… that guy is really starting to tick me-woah!”

My anger was overridden by a surprisingly nimble noble that dove towards my crotch, “C-can I lick it some more?! It likes it when I lick it, right?! Please!”

“It ain’t as simple as that!” I said, putting my knee in her eager way, “Ugh, do I have to be the sexual education teacher for all of you broads?!”

“I am unsure what that is, but I think I would appreciate Kazuma being my sex professor.” Said Petra.

“...it would certainly guarantee you a way to stay here…” Marianne pointed out.

“Wait, what?” Ingrid’s lusty surge sobered quickly when she heard that news, “You can’t stay? Why?”

I was about to explain, but the noise of some guards walking through made me pause. I know we were supposed to be on guard duty ourselves, but after uncovering Claude’s secret plan to throw Ingrid at me I felt far less inclined to do his bidding. Plus most of us were naked and it ain’t exactly Barcelona in terms of warmth, “Let’s not chat here.”

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We finally got the chance to get our clothes on and sit around in Ingrid’s room once she practically dragged us here. It was a fairly typical room. Cleaner than the other two’s I’d been in, like she tried to keep to a strict regimen kinda vibe, with straight bed sheets and perfectly displayed books on her desk. Such a neat girl that was still clearly staring at my cock after having sucked it.

“Okay… so, why can’t you stay?” Ingrid repeated once finally ripping her eyes away from my crotch.

“In short: Money. I’m a stranger that dropped from the sky, my lack of credentials hasn’t really made me Garreg Mach material in the eyes of the teachers. The items I’ve made and the manga I’ve been commissioning have barely made a dent in my progress.”

“Y-you’re behind the weird ‘manga’ drawings?!” The girl was reeling again and again from all the info we were dumping, “No, wait, go back, I still don’t understand why they want you to leave. Do they not know about… that?” The confused Ingrid gestured to my third leg.

“No. And you’re not to start telling everyone.”

Ingrid didn’t seem to accept my answer, “But surely you could stay if they knew! A real life erection! Is it magic, or a crest based power?”

“Kazuma is blessed by a goddess.”

I turned to Petra’s matter-of-fact addressing to add a grain of salt to her thoughts, “Petra…”

“Is it not true? I received a message recently that my land was blessed by the water goddess with a wonderful rainfall. I had assumed it was the same goddess you were talking about.”

“Aqua did that? I guess I have to thank her.”

Petra looked proud of her additions to the conversation, “My people have already started seeing visions of a blue haired woman wishing for them to join a cult by the name of Axis.”

For fucks sake, Aqua. “She really takes any opportunity she gets to spread her stupid ideas.”

“My people are still hoping to meet you one day, Kazuma. Whenever you wish to leave the Mach, all of the women I know would love to also have sex with you as much as possible. They are virgin hunters with well sculpted bodies like mine, if that appeals to you.”

“I… uh…”

My eyes had floated over to Marianne for guidance, but she seemed a little sheepish about her own answer, “I’ve already thought this over a little… but I think I’d just follow you wherever you ended up, Kazuma… if you’d have me.”

“Wait! Y-you have to stay! I-I mean, you just got here, though!” exclaimed Ingrid, clearly not as ready to follow me off the map as the other two were, “P-Petra’s land is alright, but it’s politically unsafe! If you stay there then there’s a chance you’d get killed in a raid on her land! A-and that can’t happen! Garreg Mach is the safest place around, so you should definitely stay! Marianne, can’t you just pay his tuition?”

“I wanted to!”

Ingrid looked over at me with exasperation, “If I relied on Blueberry everyone would think I was a freeloading loser!”

“What?! It’s far too late for that!” said Ingrid, realising how harsh she sounded too late as she tried to walk it back, “I mean… well, from what I’ve heard everyone already thought you were bullying Marianne….”

“Seriously?!”

“People talk… you are just some guy from the sky…”

“Is this the mysterious ‘Kazutrash’ man I have heard about?” Asked Petra. Great, that nickname’s back?

“I-I had no idea about it!” defended Marianne.

“Rumours spread far, Kazuma. Though I’m not sure who started it, everyone doesn’t trust you or your relationship with Marianne at all.” said Ingrid.

I leant back on the bed in defeat. Annoyed palms digging into my eye sockets as I groaned, “Dammit! I try and do things legit, in a way that doesn’t jeopardise the girl who likes me, and I’m still being labeled as an asshole!” Marianne began rubbing my leg sympathetically, but it barely made my grumbles leave my stomach. “There has to be a way that I can get the school to respect me! Some way to-”

“Why?”

I paused my repeated rambles, removed my hands from my eyes, then blinked over to the source of the question. “...huh?”

Petra tilted her head back at me, “I was just asking the why. I have been meaning to ask for much long time, but why do you desire respect and do many grand plans for acquiring wealth, when such an easy path to victory exists?”

“...and what path is that?”

“Sex money,” She replied, “Kazuma should be a shop selling sex.” Petra explained deeper, like it was the most casual, obvious thing in the world. Which… I guess it was.

I scratched the back of my head, “Y-you want me to whore myself out?”

“I do not know what that means,” Looks between the three of them showed that whores were apparently not a thing in this world, “Kazuma deserves to stay in Garreg Mach. I will be saddened that I cannot afford much luxury sex with you, but if you be around still it will be best.”

“Wait, you guys hadn’t thought of this before?” Asked Ingrid, kind of shocked at us, “That seems like plan number 1!”

Even Marianne gave me a look of honesty, “You did want to have sex with everyone in the school… would this not kill two birds with one stone?”

This felt weird, but this whole situation was weird in the first place. Of course I’d love to live the succubus life and get paid doing what I love, but… I looked between them and admitted my honest feelings, “I… I guess I didn’t go with that plan because I had trouble believing that anyone wanted to pay me to have sex with them…”

“I’ll do it.”

We all looked at Ingrid, who had answered almost scarily quickly. Her openly staring at me like a piece of meat was not something I’d expect from her previously no-nonsense oneesan-type dialogue.

“I mean, I’m not from the richest household, but how many thousands are we talking about here?”

“Th-thousands?!”

“The Kingdom only pays me a small sum to survive on, but I will happily trade it for time with you, Kazuma.” Said Petra.

This was insane. Not the women throwing themselves at me part, I’m getting used to that, but like… am I considering this? Money making schemes always blow up in my face… trying to get the girl schemes always blow up in my face… was I really going to get both? Claude was definitely also up to something bringing us all together like this, but I still had no idea what. It was all a little too good to be true, but then everything in this world was going my way a little more than it was in Axel…

Was I really slutting myself out of the problem by fucking a bunch of horny virgin women?

…

I clapped my hands together, “Alright! Maybe I’ve been working too hard!” I admitted, “Crafting items, writing stories, doing odd jobs… it’s all the ways I made money in Axel, but I never wanted to do them forever! I need to go back to my roots! I want a lazy life free of hardships but the stress of too much sex! My dick is the supply and the demand!”

“L-let me just get to the bank and I’ll pay you!” said Ingrid, quickly rushing to gather her things.

I held my hand out to stop her dramatically, making the Crimson Demons proud, “No need! I have decided that you three get it for free! So long as you become my sexy minions for seducing the whole school!”

“DEAL!” Barked Ingrid.

“I-I very much appreciate this opportunity!” Petra looked almost teary eyed in relief, bowing to me on the bed.

“I’ll try not to be your burden minion.” Said Marianne, making me frown at her again.

“You three can help me get started getting the harem of my dreams. Let’s all brainstorm the perfect women for me to seduce. We’ll start building my own support system, until all the women in this place secretly support my staying forever!”

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Of course, before I could get properly started on planning, I had an Ingrid to fuck.

“AHHH!! UNG! UNG! UFFNNNCCKKK!!!” Ah, the amount of katakana that would be jumping around her body in the hentai of this would be beautiful.

Her body bounced to my rhythms beneath me. Fucking her doggy style on her own bed, pushing my hips until they rebounded off the blonde’s bubble butt. Her arms had clearly lost strength, as her face dragged without support against the sticky sheets while I continued to wreck them with her juices. Ingrid moaned and moaned. So many twisted knots of feelings that were coming undone through rigorous meat stretching, her mind was clearly reeling from losing her virginity, barely able to do anything but spread herself wide for my cock.

I didn’t mind her enjoying herself. After all, I was busy enjoying the other fruits in the room.

For some reason, Marianne and Petra were all over me as I fucked Ingrid. Maybe they were appreciative, or just horny, but the two were passing my mouth back and forth to give me loving tongue filled kisses. I was getting just enough air to breathe between, but neither were giving me much time before diving back in to smooch.

They were the ones holding Ingrid steady for me, dragging her back and forth with my hip movements, which let my hands wrap around their supple bodies to hug and fondle them. Blueberry’s beautiful bubble butt, and Petra’s perfectly perky peaks. So much skinship, so much heat between the three of us, it was so goddamn addicting.

Tongue kissing was different for each of them. Marianne loved to taste things, lewdly licking around my mouth and slurping up my saliva making her body shudder from the sensations. Petra was more of a suckler, and a bit of a nibbler, when she wasn’t gently biting my lip or sucking my tongue she would lovingly graze on my ear or neck.

Gone was the depressed loner and shy hunter, now they were my sex minions. The fact that they loved it only strengthened my cock to fuck Ingrid harder. Something she was clearly appreciative of.

Ingrid could only revel in the madness being thrust upon her. The inner walls of her soaked slit kept pulling me back into her depths no matter how much I fucked her. I could feel the deepest parts of her struggle to handle me, with images of hentai x-rays where the cervix gets bullied by the cockhead fueling my crotchal dagger strikes.

My mind was still figuring out ways to make this new team dynamic work best for me in the long run. Petra would be my hunter, tracking down the horniest of women or other potential targets and figuring out the best times and places to seduce them. Ingrid I’ll make my treasurer, I need someone to deal with money and she seemed to have a sort of ‘homework brain’ on her head. Though maybe that role will change with time. Lastly my Blueberry will do what I already hired her to do. My right hand woman I get to appreciate no matter which cunt my cock is in, while she gets to grow closer with the school by being their sexual guru.

This was going to work. I can’t get cocky, but in my bones I wanted so badly to make this plan work!

With all three women being so attentive to me and my needs, I had no chance to hold on long. “O-okay! Here c-cums a b-big one!” I warned, but perhaps too late. Feeling Marianne and Petra pull Ingrid deep onto my cock as hard as they could made my spine tingle, my eyes go wide, like my whole soul illuminated in pure climax. “NNGGHHH!!!!”

“AAIAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!”

Ingrid’s back bent almost all the way back as my sperm filled her cunt. The gurgling firehose pumped so much ball juice, helped on by both my sex minions massaging a testicle each, like they were trying to fucking milk me. Smiles playfully plagued their mouths as I shuddered more in pleasure, spurting even more seed into the climaxing woman’s pussy. Ingrid was a mess of neurons and hormones, completely collapsing on the bed with her eyes rolled back and happy open mouth smile panting away.

This plan might just work… and I hate that I thought that.

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A/N: Yet another chapter of update December done! At least now there's a bit more vision to Kazuma's life here. Let me know who you want the group to go after. More than likely it'll be either Hilda or a teacher first, but I'm always happy to hear from people who they'd like me to focus on.