I kept going.
From dusk till dawn, I ravaged Agatha—I was merciless, savage, my cock deep inside her pussy, my seed filling her uterus over and over.
Every jerk shook so violently that I could feel it hitting inside her, her walls squeezing around me tightly like an urgent hold. "Ahh- My King! It is so hot.... aaaaaaah! " she wailed, her voice tearing, her body shuddering under me.
However, I was not affected by it.
I took her until her eyes rolled back, her breath shallow, her limbs going limp. Only then did I pull out, my cock finally spent—softened after at least eight brutal releases.
Cum dripped from her gaping pussy, thick and white, pooling beneath her as she lay unconscious, her chest rising and falling weakly.
I could have kept going.
I can't say it didn't take me some time to realize it, but finally the change was unmistakably there - my endurance had increased and my body was no longer a hostage of the old limits.
Through the gap in the door flap, the first rays of the new day had started to shine on Agatha's weary body. The fire had gone out some time ago, leaving only a few weak red embers in the fireplace.
I reached down, grabbing my leaf skirt from the floor. The fabric was rough against my skin, and the hem was torn. After I wrapped it around my waist, I left the hut—
—and froze.
Both Sabina and Ravina had been less than a foot apart, their entire bodies motionless but drenched with desire which they were hardly able to restrain. The dew of the midnight visible on their bodies, the cold morning air had excited them both to the point of lust, their skins glistening with a thin layer of perspiration.
Sabina's curly, jet-black hair vaguely reminded one of the shining halo that appeared to be coming from her face, her full lips open as she gasped for air, and her fingers were trembling as if she was fighting against the different impulses that wanted her to touch herself.
They instantly, and without any kind of hesitation, sought out the outline of my flaccid penis under my skirt, and once they had done that, they hurriedly shot a look at my face, which was full of want and complete shamelessness.
I slowly breathed out and rolled my shoulders. "I badly need a bath."
Ravina blurred; her hand went taut as her fingers gripped her arm. Overtly more courageous, she was—the one who had always been like that. Her light-brown skin showed through with a very nice glow under the early sun, and there was a patch of freckles on her nose and cheek that was barely seen. Her lips were as if she had been biting them all night, and her thighs were tight, causing the color of the fabric of her wrap to turn into a deeper shade due to her own wetness.
"D-Dexter..." Her voice went low, and she was clearly very needy. She put one step towards me, barefoot and silent on the moist ground.
"Why don't I help you with that?" Her tongue quickly touched her lower lip, and I could see how her heartbeat was quite near the surface of her neck by the sudden dart of her pulse point.
Sabina had zero patience left for putting on a show. Nope, she was over it. Her hand slipped right down between her legs, fingers circling her clit in these slow, maddening little strokes that were halfway between a tease and a dare.
She was kinda petite next to Ravina. Ravina had this lushness to her, softer belly, hips that just begged for hands, skin a few shades lighter than Sabina's, which made her nipples pop like art against canvas—couldn't help but notice.
Sabina's breath came in these quick, ragged little bursts. Her eyes? All glassy and wild, was locked right onto me like she was seeing right through my skirt.
"Y-Yes," she said, barely audible, with one trembling voice, "We will...we will wash you. Everywhere." As her fingers moved faster, she also moaned softly, and at the same time, her fingers went from gentle taps to raking motions.
I did not budge. Did not interrupt them with a word. Instead, I just let my stare slowly sweep them over and over—it was then I saw that each of them was betraying their wants by their physical reactions—the way Ravina's knees were banging against one another as if she wanted to relieve the pain down there, and the way Sabina's free hand had gone from being just pressed against her side to her making a fist and scratching her palm with her nails.
They'd been there all night.
They'd heard everything. Listening to Agatha's screams. Her sobs. The wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the obscene squelch of cum filling her over and over. And judging by the way their wraps clung to them, the way their skin flushed dark with arousal, they must have not only heard but also enjoyed it.
Ravina went in for another step, her bare toes digging into the dirt. "The river's just down the path," she said in a whisper, her voice going down to a darker, more wanting tone. "We can... take you there. Make sure you're clean." Like she was picturing her own fingers on me, not on her arms, her fingers twitched.
Sabina made a weak, needy noise and rocked her hips just a little as her fingers sped up between her legs. "Or..." she said, looking at the hut with her eyes, then back at me. "Or we could bring water here. Wash yourself." She was so thick and so low that her words were hardly audible.
I smirked.
Oh, they were eager.
As Ravina's eyes dropped once again over how the leaf skirt that she was wearing was lying low on my hips and how the material was just barely showing my form, she licked her lips once more, and her Adam's apple moved up as she swallowed. Her voice was quite soft as she said, "You must be... exhausted," but her eyes were saying something completely different. "We'll take care of you. Let us."
Sabina's breath hitched, her fingers stuttering against her clit. "P-Please, Dexter," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "We've been... we've been waiting."
"Lead the way," I'd said, my voice a low rumble, my smirk promising more than just a bath.
And they had.
Ravina was the first to make a move, her hips going from side to side in a calculated slow pace as she took me by the hand to the water. She was barefoot, and her feet made no sound on the wet ground.
Sabina came next with an agitated attitude as if she were impatient or in a rush to be at the water. Her breathing was shallow, and her fingers were still twitching as if she was fighting the urge to touch herself again.
They didn't mess about when we got to the stream.
Ravina went down on her knees first, her beautiful dark eyes staring at me, and she reached out to untie my leaf skirt. Her fingers were a bit shaky, and she was a little short of breath as she loosened the knot. The skirt came off and bunched at my feet, and for a moment there was just silence.
Then voices—gasps.
Sabina gasped and tried to cover her mouth with her hand. Staring, she saw my cock - now it was floppy, but it was still thick and heavy, which was the proof of an all-nighter with us and the glint of the dawn.
"G-Gods," she muttered, hardly audible above the stream's noise. Her legs were tightly together, and her fingers were curling into the ground beside her.
Ravina didn't make it a point to conceal her amazement. She extended her hand, her fingertips just brushing the area above my length, and her breath was in quick, sharp gasps. "It is... limp," she began, then immediately put her hand to her mouth, her throat moving up and down.
I giggled, a quiet and deep one, as I took a step into the water. The river was still cool, a harsh contrast to the heat that was left on my skin. "You must have heard Agatha's moans, right?" I mocked, my voice a husky purr.
Sabina turned even redder; her fingers were still on her lips. "Y-Yes," she confessed, her voice shaking. "Ever since we heard—"
"Everything," Ravina completed the sentence, her voice becoming something more sinister. She submerged her hands in the river, scooping the cold water before she let it flow onto my chest. Meanwhile, her fingers went ahead, touching the sharp edges of my muscles, her change to light but still full of desire. "Every. Scream. Every. Slap. Every time. You. Filled her."
Sabina whimpered, her hand that was free, slowly moving down her body. Her fingers circled the nipple of her breast that she was touching before she moved further down. "The way she sobbed," she uttered, her eyes becoming dull as she looked at Ravina's hands. "The way you just... kept going."
Ravina's hands were moving down my body as she grew bolder. The water rippled around me as I got more comfortable. She did a sensual wash on me with long fingers, dragging slowly and gently across my thighs, and her breath even caught when she reached my member.
Sabina's hands roamed down her groin as she moved her hips in a small circular motion. Lust made her thighs glisten.
"Do you not know what it is?" I asked in a dark and throaty voice. "To listen to her get you what you wanted." When Ravina responded, her voice was shaky but sure, and she did not deny.
Ravina paused and looked straight at me. "We did," she confirmed, somewhat embarrassed but honest.
Sabina's fast and jerky motions became even more intense; her voice was breaking as she said, "We wanted it to be us only," rather than with others.
I reacted fast and grabbed Sabina by the wrist, yanking her towards me. She let out a surprised scream as her body hit mine and her warm skin connected with my cool wet water. "Then why are you still over there?" I asked as I drew Ravina to me with my other hand, running it through her hair and pulling her to me.
Ravina's head jolted when my lips found hers, and with the growling "Ah!", she pressed her side to mine. Sabina whimpered and flattened her hands on my chest. Her nipples rubbed against me, and as a result, they got hard.
Water was popping all around us due to their exploratory hands on me. Ravina's fingers slowly encircle and stroke closely companion, Sabina's mouth on my neck, her teeth grazing my shoulder.
I was still in the middle of the action of grabbing and pulling Ravina by the hair when what I noticed made me stop.
A shadow. A shape.
Suddenly, I looked up, the sky calling, my hold on them loosening.
"What is that...?"
A fucking helicopter.
Charcoal colored, elegant, the air was slicing as the blades made their spin with a distant, mechanical screech. It was moving away, fading against the horizon, yet one didn't have to be very sure to recognize it—the weird vibration, the way it crashed into the sky like an edge.
No. No, no, no.
This was not true.
This was not possible.
I forcefully broke away, the water running down my body as I stood up, tightly coiled like a spring, my muscles. Ravina and Sabina stumbled back with their big eyes, bewildered—
The moment I unlatched from them, the world turned upside down the world.
The trembling of Sabina's still fingers that had been pressed against my chest. "D-Dexter?" Her voice was thin, weak—like she was scared that if she said it louder, I would disappear. Her dark eyes shot glancingly between my face and the sky, taking in what she saw, her breath fast and short as panic took hold. "W-What's wrong? What did you—?"
Ravina was on it, her hand going for my arm. "Dexter, wait—!" She pushed her fingers into my skin as she tried to pull me back; the sound of her nails could be heard as they scraped my skin. "You can't just do that—where are you going?" Her tone was edged, sharp, and desperate.
But I didn't have time to explain anything.
I was pushing them back—not hard, but enough to make them lose their balance. Water was splashing at their legs, droplets sticking to their skin.
"Stay. Here," I said coldly, and my voice was like a blade slicing through the air.
Sabina looked bursting. "B-But—!"
I was not listening.
Anyway, I was already leaving, my movement supported by the first flare of Eternal Vitality. The energy went down into the veins, the muscles becoming bigger, the skin becoming tougher than before—something that can take a bullet into the chest and still be laughing. The atmosphere surrounding me was getting distorted; the heat haze off my body was sparkling like that of a deity coming down for a fight.
They were still retreating, Sabina and Ravina, stumbling, turning, and looking back, but their voices were already carried away by the wind as I was disappearing on a run, the earth was feeling the hard hit of my bare feet. The cold of the stream was sticking to my skin, yet I hardly felt it. My mind was like a blade, sharp and focused.
I needed eyes.
I needed answers.
I skidded to a stop once I was far enough—far enough that the women wouldn't see, far enough that the drone's launch wouldn't draw attention. My hand shot into the air, and I took out the Magical Tool from the System storage.