The World Is Mine For The Taking

I kept pounding into Mammon, my hips slamming against her ass with a steady rhythm, feeling her pussy clenching down on me tighter and tighter with every thrust.

"Ahhh, L-Lord Leon…! S-So good… It feels so fucking good… Hanghhhghhh!"

Her lewd cries rang in my ears, raw and shameless, and it made my head go light. My mind was going numb just listening to her, and yet I couldn't stop moving my hips.

It wasn't just the feeling of her pussy swallowing my cock that was overwhelming—it was everything. The sight of her body trembling beneath me, her flushed face twisting in ecstasy, her voice breaking apart with every moan… all of it crashed into my senses at once. My ears, my eyes, my body—every part of me was drowning in stimulation.

"Ahhhnghhh, ahhh, ahhh, a… A-Ahh, I-I think I'm going to fall for you, Lord Leon…! P-Please, make me your woman too… Ahhhnghhh?!"

Her words struck something inside me. The desperation, the way her moans melted into her pleas—it was intoxicating. I raised my hand, almost without thinking, and brought it down hard on her ass.

Smack!

The sharp sound echoed through the room. Her ass jiggled from the impact, soft flesh bouncing before my eyes, and a vivid red mark bloomed instantly where my palm had landed. She let out another scream-like moan, body arching from the shock, and the way her ass trembled against my hips made my cock twitch violently inside her.

God, it felt good.

I was going to make her mine. Not because I had to, but because I needed to. At this point, it wasn't even a question anymore.

I kept slamming into her, her pussy tightening with each thrust as if it was trying to pull me in deeper. The sensation of being squeezed and pressed from every angle was almost unbearable. It felt like her insides were molded perfectly for my cock, and the more I moved, the closer I got to breaking.

It wasn't long before I felt the telltale heat rise, the build-up at the base of my cock that screamed I was about to explode. My body had become so sensitive from cumming so many times already, and now even the friction alone made it feel like I was seconds from bursting.

"This is the last…!" I growled at her through clenched teeth.

"Y-Yes…! Burst it inside me…! Fill me up again and again until you've got nothing left!" she screamed.

Her words drove me wild. I grabbed onto her wide, bouncing ass with both hands, my fingers sinking deep into the yielding flesh, gripping it like I never wanted to let go. I pushed myself harder, faster, my hips snapping against her until my entire body felt like it was going to shatter.

My jaw ached from how hard I was gritting my teeth. My chest burned. My muscles trembled.

And then—

"Urk…!"

I couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Fuaaa… Haaaaaaaaaanghhggghhhhhhhhhh~!!!"

Mammon's scream tore through the air as her body convulsed violently. Her back arched so hard it looked like it might snap, and her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. She was gone—completely lost to pleasure—while I held her hips like I was afraid she'd vanish if I let go, forcing myself as deep inside her as I could while pouring every last drop of semen I had left into her pussy.

It felt like my very soul was being drained into her womb, like she was sucking me dry from the inside out.

When I finally pulled out, gasping for air, Amon was already there—waiting and anticipating. Without hesitation, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around my cock, sealing me in her mouth.

Her tongue worked eagerly, sucking out the last streaks of semen from my urethra. My cock, still too sensitive from cumming over and over, twitched hard, but I didn't push her away. Instead, I placed a hand firmly at the back of her head, keeping her there, letting her drain me completely while I shuddered from the overstimulation.

By the time she pulled away, I was done. My entire body collapsed from exhaustion, muscles screaming, chest heaving.

This was… without question… one hell of an experience.

***

When I opened my eyes again, my whole lower body throbbed with soreness—a soreness so pleasant it almost felt like satisfaction carved into my bones. My crotch ached, every nerve reminding me of what I had just been through.

Well, of course. I did just fuck two bombshells into unconsciousness. And now, those very same two women were lying beside me, naked, pressed against me with serene, angelic faces as they slept.

"That was some good sex," I muttered to myself, half-smiling.

"…What is?"

The sound of that voice froze me instantly.

A chill raced down my spine, sharp and cold, and the air around me suddenly grew heavy. My body stiffened, and the hairs at the back of my neck rose straight up.

That wasn't just a shiver. That was dread.

Slowly, I turned my head, and there she was.

Standing by the side of the bed, watching me with unblinking eyes, was Elise.

The room was dark, but her crimson eyes pierced through the shadows, glowing like embers. Whether that glow was natural, or whether it was pure hatred and madness radiating out of her, I couldn't even tell.

"Leon," her voice was cold, sharp, terrifying, "would you care to explain this to me?"

She must have been standing there for some time already. If she hadn't, I wouldn't have woken up. Not with these two busty demons wrapped around me like that.

"I was looking for you all day, you know…?" Elise's tone dripped with venom, though her expression didn't change. "I started to notice something was off when the demon servants kept distracting me. Massages, pampering, everything they could throw at me to keep me away. It almost worked. But unfortunately for them, I managed to slip away. And then…"

Her eyes narrowed, her glare deepening.

"…I found you. Here. Of all places."

Her nose flared slightly.

"The smell of sex in this room is so thick, Leon, I could track it from a mile away. It's not just smell—I can practically see it in the air, spilling out through the cracks of the door. So tell me again… how the hell did you end up having sex with both of them?"

I swallowed hard, but there was nothing I could say—no excuse in the world that would make this situation better. All I could do was give her a weak, wry smile.

***

"Fufufufu… You're so cute when you're jealous, Elise." Mammon's voice was playful, sultry, as if nothing had happened. She stretched lazily, her tone light. "But you don't have to worry. I don't intend to steal him from you. I'd just appreciate it if you share him with me instead."

Elise's glare sharpened again. "I'm not jealous. I'm angry. Angry that you fucked him behind my back. Angry that you hid it from me completely. How could you…?"

"Aww, don't pout," Mammon cooed, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "I only wanted to experience him together with Amon. That's all."

"…If you say it like that," Elise muttered, her shoulders dropping slightly, "then I guess I can somewhat forgive you."

That was… fast. Faster than I expected. They'd already patched it up?

"Well," Mammon continued, her grin widening, "we could always do it again—another time. With the two of us together."

Elise turned her eyes on me immediately, glaring daggers. "Leon looks a little too happy hearing that."

"…But fine. That doesn't sound bad. We'll do it another time."

Another time.

The thought of it already made my cock twitch, though I knew the truth that if that really happened, I'd probably get drained so badly that by the end, I wouldn't even be able to get it up anymore.

But still… if I said I wasn't looking forward to it, I'd be lying.