Blue and Purple

I’d just yelled in Marianne’s face for finding me with another woman.

…it’s not as bad as it sounds, okay?

Tears were already welling in her a bit, but to be fair that could be because I was yelling, "U-uh-?"

“I know I suck! You don’t need to say it!” I pleaded, "I saw a naked woman begging me for sex and I caved!”

“Um, Kazuma?”

“In this world, EVERY lady is horny to the point of pain, so am I really evil giving a little bit of relief to them?"

“Well-”

“Gah! I’m using excuses! I could have at least found out if you were okay with it, or found you first, or something! I’m sorry!”

“Kazuma!” She grabbed my face that had been pacing around the room in a flurry, looking at me with those sad baggy eyes she’d been losing over the last few days. Keeping a smile if only for my sake, “It’s okay. I… I knew you’d find someone better than me eventually… thank you for-”

“Oh, shut up.” I frowned at her, probably the wrong choice of words but I wasn’t going to let her say that, “I’m the worthless scumbag here! You’re a beautiful lady who deserves more than laying over and taking my bullshit!” My hand found her wrist, “Now stop being sad, and get mad at me! Slap me!”

“W-”

“SLAP ME!”

My cheek had experienced a lot of ****, more than Marianne could hope to deliver, but the emotional beating from the girl I’d slept with felt quite bad.

“Good! Now what can I do to make it up to you?”

She was so confused, worriedly looking at my reddening cheek, “M-make it up to me?”

“What steps can I take to make sure we stay amazing sex friends together?”

Blinking was all that I got back in return for a good minute. It felt like Marianne was trying to process whatever was happening with this conversation that had led us here. The dawning tearfulness on her face made me worry, until she asked, “You… you still want to… you’re not g-getting rid of me?”

“...you dumbass. That’s supposed to be my line…” I sighed, taking her head and placing it on my shoulder with her own hands wrapping around me tightly. This hug should feel totally unearned by usual rules of women, I don’t get how I keep getting away with this. “You’re really okay with what I did with Petra?”

“Um… I’m not sure why I would be?”

“Because! …God, I really don’t get this place. Do you have the concept of girlfriends and boyfriends? Husband and wife? Monogamy? My culture really dislikes those who sleep with multiple partners."

And then her face went white.

Ghostly pale, blood completely draining, like when I found out Aqua had used my tracksuit as spare parts for making Megumin a sentai costume.

"O-one partner...? I-is that, including those of the s-same sex? What about i-if another's c-culture is, uh, d-different?"

I blinked at her. She wasn't being subtle about her implications, not with how guilty and sheepish she was acting.

"...you've had sex with a girl?"

"J-just relief sex with Hilda!" She exclaimed quickly, falling to her knees in front of me in a panic of apologies, "I'm so sorry! I had no idea w-we weren't supposed to! She's my relief friend, a-and kept interrupting us, so I had to make sure she was taken care of! I still much more prefer having sex with you, Kazuma!"

"'Relief friend'?"

Petra, who was getting changed into her regular clothes, fielded this one, "I am quite surprised, even Brigid has a similar idea of your female relief partner. The one you go to when you are feeling very hot and cannot take care of the burning loin by yourself." It was then that a sadness washed over her, looking a little downcast, "Bernadetta is supposedly this with me, but she refuses to leave her room..."

"I-I'm sorry, Petra..." said a sympathetic Marianne, "I guess I can see why you'd be drawn to K-Kazuma then..."

"We're switching topics too quick! You have sex with Hilda?! Regularly?!" I raised my voice, watching Marianne suck her lips in guiltily, "That's! Kinda hot."

"W-what?"

My hand went to the back of my head, trying to argue with myself to get angrier but struggling to do so, "Well, yeah. I don't know. My head wants to be pissed, but imagining you squishing those big Hilda titties while she moans... well, it's kinda hot. Could I watch at some point?"

"Y-yes! I'm sure I could even arrange you to join in, if you'd like?" Marianne excitedly smiled at me, practically dancing at my question. Such a cutie. As if I would EVER FUCKING REFUSE an invite like that. I nodded with a feverish pitch. "...are you sure you want it with me still?

"Quit asking that already. Yes. I’m just surprised you’re fine with me having sex with other women. Like, really imagine that first, before we really continue."

She finally took a pause, giving it the thought I requested of- “It’s kinda hot.”

“Yabuhwuh?”

“Kazuma, if you wanted to be with anyone other than me, I wouldn’t want to stop you.” Just as I was about to yell at her again, she interrupted me for once, “B-but only because I like the idea of seeing you happy! And… and the idea of watching Hilda’s face light up when your penis slides into her… I think I’d like to see that too…”

Oh my. The telltale blush of an imagination running wild. Did this world have a bit of a lesbian streak? Perhaps this weird ‘relief sex’ stuff had rewired them to like women as much as they miss men?

“Just… please….” She started, throwing me from my mental lesbian hentai album, “please don’t worry about me if you want to go with someone else…”

My hand caught her chin to make her look at my angry eyes again, “Oi, you remember what I taught you when you wouldn’t moan properly?”

“...s-speak from my h-heart?”

“And what does Marianne really want?”

The brave smile she was putting on faltered, and though she couldn’t maintain eye contact, she was at least hearing me. Gathering real courage to actually ask what for she really wanted, “...please don’t forget about me, Kazuma. I-I-”

“I have a preposition for you.”

That made her blink. And I could only grin while still holding her chin lightly.

“The thing with these harem stories, they often just have the first girl wait patiently for the dude. He finds the time for her, obviously, but there’s chapters where she doesn’t get to appear, and that always struck me as rude.” I think I can see the question mark growing on the poor blueberry’s head, “My preposition is thus: Join me.”

“J-join you?”

“We could do a threesome with Hilda and leave it. Maybe I’d do a few more girls, feel guilty about it while still knowing you’d welcome me back with open legs, but I think we can really Bonnie and Clyde this. You and me, befriending then seducing alllllll the women in this school.” Her face was blushing, in that sexy crimson way that wasn’t disgusted, but aroused by the idea, “I’ll fuck my way through every house, every teacher, and fuck it, that green haired leader at the top of it all too. All with my Blueberry helping me, kissing me, cleaning me, and sharing in my prize.”

“Kazuma…” There was a definite pant to her words, a hot breath as she thought about my words, our mouths shockingly close, “That’s… I think that’s treason…”

“Maybe it is.” I smirked, “What are you gonna do about it?”

Our lips couldn’t stop each other from kissing any longer. A long, impassioned union to signify the bond of our new deal. I could feel it in her embrace, she was so in.

“Sh-should we go see Hilda now?” Marianne asked as soon as we were done smooching, not even letting the drool between us snap before an attempt to pull me from the room.

“Oh, we’ll get to the bubblegum fun. But first, I think we’ve been ignoring someone a bit too-where’d Petra go?”

I thought she was just being quiet, but she’d literally just left the room at some point.

“I think she left through the window.”

Ah yeah, that may have been how she got in. “Shit. I was kind of wanting her to be the first we share…” Not because of any lingering Princess fetish, no way in hell.

Just as I was thinking about how to find Petra’s room, a head popped up from the outside.

“You wish to have three man sex with me?!”

…

“...I was listening from the outside so I could watch you have sex.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

Petra was beyond excited.

They’d gotten naked in corners of the room, to build anticipation. Kazuma’s idea, of course.

Everyone was naked bar single items, they had single white towels over their fronts to cover breasts, while Kazuma was still hiding his cock under his towel while laying confidently on his bed. Hands against the wall and behind his head, occasionally flexing his girthy boy to let it raise up in between the ladies and slap down back onto his belly. His sizeable nutsack still very clearly visible, descending from the towel between his legs, a new buildup of delicious semen already cooking inside.

The stench of male, such a new experience for Petra, mixed in with the smells of female anticipation from both drippy pussies in the room.

Kneeling on either side of him, neither knowing where to begin with another woman present, but both fidgeting their desires towards Kazuma. Her heart was hammering in her chest, the ache in her pussy since she’d swallowed this cock was becoming unbearable, but Petra wasn’t so socially inept that she didn’t know the right move here.

“I am thinking it should be you to go first, Lady Marianne.”

The blue haired girl had flinched at Petra’s voice before processing what she said. “R-really? No… I-I’ve already… this is for you, Petra.”

“I am too scared.” The girl said, only mostly lying, “Kazuma is very big, yet you have conquered him, repeatedly. You should be first. To show me… how it is done.”

“I…”

“Ooh! Like a sex teacher!” Kazuma chuckled, taking Marianne’s breast in hand and giving it a supportive squeeze, “Yet another reason to have you stick around with all my conquests. Imagine you teaching Rhea how best to swallow my cock?”

“Mmf! Y-you’re such a strange man…” Her voice was so filled with lust, and it was clear from her eager eyes that she couldn’t keep herself off of him. Cascading her towel down and climbing onto the sitting boy with barely a care for the massive pillar that soon speared her eager cunny, instead seemingly more focused on tongue wrestling him while jumping her rear.

It was an amazing sight to Petra. Legends of those who could satisfy women were prevalent in her home country. Without The Viriled there was only frustration. Birthing methods where men would need to be painstakingly squeezed for hours for barely a bowl of baby batter. Yet here, thanks to a stranger from the sky, this blue haired girl was experiencing truly male and female in unison! What was thought to be fiction on a stone wall to Petra last week was now in front of her eyes. Slapping, sweating, squeezing, salacious sex!

Her fingers could not stop rubbing along her labia, trying to mimic even a morsel of movement that the two were sharing in. Their hearts in one, Petra dreaming of a time a man could look at her with such passion while slamming the deepest parts of her.

“Th-the key is to make sure you’re wet, P-Petra…” said Marianne, finally remembering she had to teach, “I-I’ve found the wetter Kazuma’s penis is, the d-deeper he can push it inside you.”

“Is this wetness agreeable?” The princess showed off her drenched hand without a second thought.

Marianne nodded, though Kazuma quickly grabbed her wrist and dragged it towards his mouth. “Yeah it is. Give us a taste.”

The feeling of a man’s tongue slurping up her drenched palm made Petra’s heart jump, the adept tongue after a long absence of human contact brought her close to climax already as he suckled on her index finger. “Mm, a little bit more bitter than your sweetness, like an exotic spice. Want a taste?”

The blue haired girl quickly joined him after the suggestion, prompting Petra to scooch closer to them. The strange hand make out pulling her forward, the last towel falling down as she leaned on her knees as close to the fucking couple as she could.

Her sexual experiences were almost exclusively from her homeland. The tight knit communities of Brigid, she missed them so, as the carnal feminine orgies that Petra enjoyed seemed rather limited in Fodland. Masses of flesh and freedom. Similar to this newfound closeness to Marianne and Kazuma’s rutting, yet still so new at the same time. Man. Sometimes they found themselves in the Brigid orgy, but it was a rare sighting even then as their experiments rarely garnered more than dipping a few fingers in the proverbial lust filled lake. Petra herself had never even seen one topless, so to drink in Kazuma was a true blessing.

There was just something so… manly about him. His shoulders were so wide, his chin so defined, his breastless chest so firmly pressing against Marianne, and that cocky smile as he gripped Petra’s dangling tit to massage it. Never had such thick fingers touched her. The expert movements of a Viriled made her almost swoon at the extended grope, all while Marianne continued to slurp her hand.

“I think it should be her turn now, Kazuma.” His blueberry queen insisted, slowly peeling herself off of him to make room for Petra, “I want to see her reaction to your cock.”

“Fuck yeah, me too.” He excitedly agreed while it came into view.

That magnificent masterpiece.

The way it rose up without support, the way the sheer mass of blood changed the colour of it to be a deeper purple higher up than the base, the glistening sheen of Marianne’s pussy cream that barely dripped downwards like even her juices didn’t want to let him go, and the rough edges of veins as if this tree trunk could tell stories just through touch. This would soon be entering Petra, and perhaps only now, she was scared.

And yet so very excited as well.

“Thank you, both of you. I will be trusting my life in your hands, Kazuma.” Petra nodded, moving slowly then standing on the bed on either side of Kazuma. He casually gripped her thighs, letting those manly digits run up her to build the heat in her loins even more, taking such thick thumbs and squelching them along her drippy lips. All as they approached the drop zone, “I… I am ready! Here!”

The Princess of Brigid lost her virginity to that titanic tower in a truly fantastic fashion. Thinking she had to do like Marianne and take as much of it as possible at once, she fell with **** on the item that spread her pussy lips to a very wide degree. It hurt, but not as much as the relief felt good, and though she’d only made it half way down the slippiness of her juices truly did help his cock enter her.

“How is it? Cause it feels tight~” Kazuma panted, playing with Petra’s nipples while she attempted to get used to the feeling of fullness.

“NnnNNN! I… am having… the feelings…!” She winced slightly, rubbing the hardness in her mons. Such diamond strength toughness, combined with the boiling heat, it was an incredible rush mixed with the discomfort.

The other woman was rubbing her back, with small green particles filling the air behind Petra, “Here, some h-healing magic. It should help with the pain.”

It did. It really did.

It’s almost dangerous to remove the only inhibitor to one’s pleasure. The layer of mixed feelings lifted, leaving only heavenly goodness to infect all of Petra’s pussy. So when the princess rose up and down, feeling that scraping thickness against her inner walls, it was the best Petra had ever felt.

She groaned loudly and deeply, much quicker than how long it took Marianne to moan in front of Kazuma, her howl of pleasure following a ripple through her whole body. “Ooh… OOOHHH!!” A rhythm began as Petra’s pussy demanded more pleasure. That burning heat that could never be quenched was being beaten by the pipe of burning desire attacking her walls. Each thrust sent waves of heat up and down and all around. “KAZUMA! DHAST! I REQUEST THE MORE!”

Not one to ignore a lady’s request, especially one yelled in his face, Kazuma begun properly fucking Petra. Taking her rear in his hands, her breast in his mouth, and her pussy for his own. Each thrust sending him deeper into her canal, finding new zones of pure pleasure that made her toes curl in ecstasy.

“What do you think?” Kazuma asked their observer.

With awe on her face, Marianne had been openly stroking herself. “She looks so amazing…” she murmured, “Petra is usually so cool and strong… you changed her so easily…”

“Just like you, Blueberry.”

They once more shared a kiss, even while Petra was doing her best to fuck herself against his cock.

When they ended it, the caramel face had approached their own.

“Is it ah~! allowed that I have Kazuma’s kisses t-too?”

The two eyed each other, and though she smiled a permissible smile, Kazuma still added, “As long as you kiss Marianne too.”

“Anything.”

In her home country, ‘Petra’ means ‘stone’, as was her late father’s wish that she be the rock hard backbone of their future. Yet right now, she had no idea how she could conquer the mountain that was Kazuma. His manly tastes entered her mouth, and she knew she would devote herself to him. She’d been insistent on kissing simply due to her fast approaching orgasm. Which slammed into her like the thunders of a thousand autumn nights. Her walls clenched tightly around every inch of his unmoving prick, desperately trying to wring him dry while her body raptured in climax. Screaming into his mouth while he held her head against his.

Without warning, and already having her heart beat wildly fast, Kazuma changed positions on her. Spinning them around and placing Petra in Marianne’s lap. Both their heads were soon next to each other against his bedroom wall, with Kazuma himself looming over them like a demonic brick wall.

“Now kiss.” He ordered, with no malicious intent, just a firm leader instructing his troops. Petra could feel the softness of Marianne, contrasting so heavily against Kazuma’s hardness, and as they turned to look at each other neither wanted to disappoint him for even a second. Quickly locking lips at a slightly awkward angle while her pussy returned to getting reamed by cock.

It almost seemed impossible for Kazuma to get harder, yet as Petra’s lips tasted the sweet tastes of Marianne she could feel it grow just a little bit more. Encouraging her to dive deeper into this woman’s mouth, greedily hoping to get even an inch more pleasure.

Marianne cradled herself around Petra, providing the pillow for her while also quickly adding to the madness. Pulling on the salmon pink nipples, moaning softly into plush lips, all while feeling that heavy thrusting just above her body. The girl also knew what Kazuma’s tells were, and knew that with how hard he was going into Petra’s cunt, he’d only last about another two minutes before his first major eruption.

Their thrashing madness was some of the greatest minutes of Petra’s life. She felt like a simple pawn, a pleasured pickle between the sandwich of these two white students, a humble traveller on the river of ecstasy. Whichever metaphor worked best. Petra didn’t really care. Her slit had been wrenched open and loved thoroughly by the biggest Viriled that any land could hope to find. Each slam was better than the last. Her body just accepting true happiness as it grew faster and faster in tempo.

“Grrgrrrrraaafuuuckkk!” Kazuma moaned, practically trying to make the two women fuse he was hitting Petra so hard, “FFUUCCCKKKK!!! HHGGG!!!”

Perhaps forgetting how to warn people due to how great it felt, Kazuma simply bucked his hips hard and began unloading as much as he could into the princess.

“OOHHHH!!! KAZUMMMAAAAAAAA!!!!!” roared out Petra in glorious climax. The boiling had reached critical heat as the torrent of cum flooded her insides. Her legs wrapped tightly around his back, begging him to stay inside her during such a highly pleasurable experience. Never had such feelings been felt so deep inside her, like he was filling her very heart with each splurt of male seed into her womb.

Somehow it just kept pumping, Kazuma’s oversized nuts were not just for show. He even had enough left in him to exit Petra’s overflowing cunt and slam the last spurt into Marianne’s lonely pussy.

It was over.

Sex was even better than Petra had ever imagined it would be, her eyes stained with happy tears, her pussy battered and pulsing, all while she twitched occasionally.

“Alright, I’m gonna fuck Blueberry for this round, while you eat the cum from Petra’s pussy.”

“Yes sir!”

…

It wasn’t over?

“H-huh?” Petra blinked, being gently moved so she was lying on her back on the bed, Marianne’s face lowering towards the jizz soaked slit, “We are still to continue?”

“Oh, Petra….” smiled the noble girl, looking back at her man with excitement, “We haven’t even started yet.”