Paul Greyrat Banging everything 3

The morning sun poured in through the wide windows of the Boreas Greyrat estate, casting a golden glow over the drawing room. Hilda Boreas Greyrat took a deep, steadying breath, her gaze fixed on the empty seat across from her. It was the third day in a row Eris had slipped away from her etiquette lessons.

She already knew where to look. Stepping briskly through the halls and out into the training yard, Hilda found her young daughter, just four years old, stubbornly swinging a wooden practice sword, her crimson hair flying wildly around her small face. Eris grunted and pivoted with each swing, her whole world absorbed in this fierce little game of make-believe battle.

"Eris Boreas Greyrat," Hilda called, her tone sharper than she'd intended. The little girl halted mid-swing, turning with a scowl that met Hilda's steely gaze without a hint of remorse.

"I don't want to go back, Mother! Etiquette is boring! Why do I need to learn all that 'lady stuff' anyway?" Eris stomped her foot, the wooden sword clutched tightly in her small hands.

Hilda crossed her arms, her patience thinning with each word. "You'll learn because it's necessary. You are the daughter of a noble house, and as such, you must be a model of grace and discipline. It's time you learned restraint, Eris."

"Restraint is stupid!" Eris retorted, crossing her arms in defiance. "I don't care about that! I want to be strong—like a knight!"

Hilda's eyes narrowed, her mouth a thin line as she stepped closer. "Enough, Eris. It's not a choice. Put down the sword and come inside."

Eris didn't budge, clutching the practice sword even tighter. Her defiance only stoked the fire of Hilda's frustration, and without another word, Hilda reached down, taking the sword from her daughter's hands with a firm grip.

"You may not understand now," Hilda said, her voice low but unmistakably firm, "but there is power in composure and dignity. A lady who cannot control herself cannot expect to lead others." She could see the shock on Eris's face as she looked up, stunned that her mother would take the sword from her so abruptly.

"Fine!" Eris burst out, her cheeks flushed with anger. "I don't want to be a lady anyway!"

Hilda's jaw clenched. She knew that her daughter was young, that her spirit was boundless and still unrefined. But a lesson had to be instilled, and if gentleness failed, perhaps a more direct approach would do.

"Then you will learn that there are consequences for disrespect," Hilda said, her voice dropping to a colder tone. "Since you cannot show control, you'll learn it another way. March back inside—now."

A mix of frustration and reluctance flashed across Eris's face, but the strength in her mother's voice left no room for debate. Shoulders hunched, Eris turned and began to march back toward the house, and Hilda followed close behind, determined to teach her daughter the discipline she so desperately resisted.

Eris stomped her way back into the house, her face flushed with anger. The grand drawing room, usually so serene and polished, felt like a cage to her. She turned to glance back at her mother, the fire in her eyes undimmed. Hilda closed the door firmly behind them, the sound echoing in the silent room.

"You will learn discipline today," Hilda said, her voice low and unyielding. "If you refuse to listen to others, then I will teach you myself."

Eris crossed her arms, her little nose wrinkled in defiance. "Then go ahead! I still don't want to be like those boring ladies!"

A flicker of frustration crossed Hilda's face, but she held it in check, her gaze steady. She walked to a chair by the window and sat, gesturing for Eris to stand in front of her. "If that's how you feel, then let's start there. If you think composure and elegance are boring, then prove to me you can master them with as much strength as you wield that wooden sword."

Eris hesitated, taken aback by her mother's words. There was a challenge in them, one she hadn't expected, and a part of her—small but present—wanted to prove herself.

Hilda's gaze softened, if only slightly, but her tone was as firm as ever. "This lesson will be between you and me, Eris. If you can control yourself here, then I'll know you're strong enough to do the same in front of others."

Eris held her mother's gaze, a flicker of doubt finally crossing her features. She glanced around the empty room, the reality settling in that there would be no distractions, no escape from her mother's watchful eye. Just the two of them, her mother waiting in silence, and Eris, alone in the face of a challenge she hadn't yet conquered.

"Fine," Eris muttered, her voice barely more than a grumble. She straightened her posture, standing tall as her mother had taught her. "But I'm only doing it because you asked."

Hilda's lips curved into a small, approving smile, the spark of a lesson beginning to take hold. "Very well, then. Let's begin."

The days passed with painstaking slowness, each morning beginning with Hilda and Eris in the drawing room, practicing the essentials of standing, sitting, and walking as a proper lady should. Yet, despite Hilda's every instruction and correction, Eris's posture remained stubbornly unrefined—her feet shifted, her shoulders slouched, and her expression openly defied the idea of becoming "proper."

Hilda watched Eris with a mixture of frustration and admiration. Her daughter's spirit was untamable; that much was clear. But she also knew that for Eris's future, she had to learn the core of discipline and composure, whether she enjoyed it or not.

On the fourth morning, after another fruitless lesson, Hilda set her teacup down with a decisive clink, a new idea forming. If traditional methods failed, then perhaps Eris needed something far less conventional.

"Eris," Hilda called as her daughter fidgeted restlessly, adjusting the simple, one-piece dress she wore—a garment chosen for its ease of movement. Eris paused, hands falling to her sides as she turned to meet her mother's steady gaze. Hilda's expression was serious, her posture perfectly straight as she studied Eris for a long moment. She didn't speak, letting the silence settle between them until Eris started to squirm uncomfortably.

"I can see that these lessons are not reaching you," Hilda began, keeping her voice low. "Perhaps you need to understand what control truly feels like—not just in body, but in mind."

Eris's brow furrowed in mild surprise, her interest piqued despite her frustration. "What does that mean?"

"Starting today, I will not ask you to stand, or sit, or walk like a lady. Instead, you will learn how to channel your energy in a way that commands presence, one that will make anyone take you seriously without ever raising a weapon."

Eris tilted her head, intrigued but confused. "How am I supposed to do that?"

"By feeling what it means to be still, even when you don't want to be," Hilda replied, her voice softer but no less committed. "Let's start with something very simple. Close your eyes, and imagine a battle—not one where you're swinging a sword, but standing firm, unshaken, as everything around you moves."

Eris hesitated but obeyed, closing her eyes. Her small face tightened in concentration, the hem of her dress swaying slightly as she steadied herself.

"Now," Hilda continued, "feel your feet grounded as if they were roots, drawing strength from the earth. Your back, is tall and strong as if you were holding the weight of armour on your shoulders. And your breath—steady, calm. Let nothing disrupt it."

A strange calmness settled over the room as Eris focused, her breathing slowing, her posture straightening almost without realizing it. Hilda watched her daughter with a proud but cautious gaze. The strength she hoped to instill wasn't just physical discipline, but an inner resilience Eris could carry wherever she went.

After several minutes, Hilda said softly, "Open your eyes."

Eris did, and for a brief moment, Hilda saw in her daughter's face a glimmer of understanding, a quiet strength beginning to take root. It wasn't perfect yet, but she felt a sense of progress, and she nodded approvingly.

"Good," Hilda said. "Keep this posture."

Eris took a deep breath, letting the silence of the room settle over her. With her eyes closed, she focused on standing as her mother had instructed, her body rooted and steady, her breath slowing as she imagined herself unmovable, like a tree in a fierce wind.

But as she concentrated, she felt a strange shift—something nudging her legs slightly apart. Her brow furrowed, and for a moment, her focus wavered.

"Stand firm, Eris," came Hilda's calm voice. "This is where discipline begins—when your stance is balanced and strong."

Eris resisted the urge to fidget and instead took another deep breath. She straightened her shoulders, adjusting her feet to a comfortable but solid stance, determined not to let her attention slip.

"Good," Hilda observed quietly, her voice carrying a note of approval.

However, as the silence returned, Eris felt another strange shift—something moving between her legs. It traced up along her thighs, ending at the place where her panty covered her folds. Eris's breath caught in her throat, her body suddenly aware of the soft fabric pressing against her sensitive flesh. The sensation was odd, but it felt warm and pleasurable, like the gentle touch of a finger.

She bit her lip, trying to keep her concentration. But the sensation grew stronger, the pressure of her panty against her clit making her feel restless. Her hips shifted slightly, causing the panty to rub against her more insistently, and a faint gasp escaped her lips.

"Eris? Stay still," Hilda cautioned, her voice calm and steady.

Eris nodded, trying to focus. But as she stood firm, she found herself feeling even more aware of her body. The soft fabric of her dress pressed against her small breasts, making them feel sensitive and warm. She shifted her arms slightly, enjoying the feeling of the cloth as it brushed against her skin.

The sensation between her legs grew stronger, and Eris' hips twitched involuntarily as her panty rubbed against her clit. It felt good, and she found herself wanting more, her breath coming faster as she stood firm.

Hilda noticed Eris's movement but didn't scold. She watched her daughter closely, seeing the struggle between control and pleasure playing across her face. This was not the lesson she intended, but if this was how Eris would learn discipline, then she would guide her through it.

"Keep your posture," Hilda instructed quietly, "but you can move your hips if you need to." She walked closer to Eris, her hand reaching out to trace the length of Eris' small back. "You're doing well."

Eris swallowed, her body still buzzing with pleasure. She arched her back slightly as her mother's fingers traced down, feeling the warmth of Hilda's hand as it neared the waistband of her dress.

Hilda paused, her hand resting against Eris' warm skin. "Remember to breathe deeply," she said. Then, with a gentle touch, she hooked her fingers under the waistband and began to pull down.

Eris shuddered, her eyes still closed as she felt the soft fabric slipping down her legs. Her thighs twitched, feeling the cool air caress her skin, and a warm dampness seeped into her panty. She shifted, enjoying the sensation of the panty rubbing against her folds, her clit throbbing with pleasure.

"A lady must be composed no matter of situation," Hilda whispered, her breath tickling Eris' ear. "Don't let your emotions get the best of you."

Eris nodded, her heart pounding in her ears. Her breathing grew faster as her panty grew wetter, the feeling of the finger rubbing against her clit insistently. The feeling was so intense that she whimpered, her body trembling as her hips moved without thinking.

Hilda's hand found her hip, guiding it back into the right position. "Good girl, Eris," she cooed. "Remember, still and steady."

Eris bit her lip, forcing herself to keep still. The feeling between her legs was almost unbearable, making her body want to move and writhe with pleasure. But she resisted, taking another deep breath as she kept her posture. Hilda traced a finger over her shoulder, sending shivers down her spine, and Eris shuddered again, the pleasure building in her body.

Then, after a few shuffled sounds of clothes, Without warning, Eris hosted in surprise at a sudden wetness at her clit. Hilda, now with her head at her daughter's crotch, traced her tongue along the undeveloped folds and the small clit that swelled from her pleasure. The sensation was too much, and Eris gasped, her eyes snapping open as her body trembled with pleasure.

"Remember to breathe," Hilda instructed, her voice muffled against Eris' crotch. "A lady must keep her calm, even in the most trying situation." With that, she pulled Eris's panty off fully, making Eris jump in shock. Then Hilda resumed, licking and sucking at Eris' clit with a level of skill that made Eris's body shudder.

Eris gasped again, her fingers twitching at her side. She was desperate to touch herself, to ease the ache in her clit, but she resisted, remembering her mother's words.

Hilda smiled as she licked, tasting her daughter's fresh and untouched taste. She had thought about it for a while, how her daughter would look like a girl in the future. Her bratty attitude, and the fire that burn in her eyes, how that same eyes will be filled with lust instead. And now, the future has come to her, and she can't resist tasting it.

Eris's breath came faster, her body trembling more fiercely as her mother continued to lick and suck at her.

The sensation was incredible, and soon, Eris felt her body start to tighten. She felt like she was going to burst like her whole world was about to shatter apart in a wave of pleasure. She gasped, her hips jerking, and with a small cry, she felt herself cumming for the first time in her small life.

As the waves of pleasure faded, Eris collapsed, her posture broken. Hilda stood up, licking her lips and pulling her daughter back to her feet. Eris shook, her legs weak, her breathing fast as she tried to come back to herself.

"You broke your posture," Hilda said quietly. "It seems like there's a difference between being still and not moving. So, a punishment is needed."

Eris opened her eyes, still dazed from her climax. "Punishment? I'm still learning..." She frowned as she realized something. "Why was that a punishment?"

Hilda raised an eyebrow, a small smile on her face. "The lesson was about discipline, Eris. And discipline doesn't mean never experiencing pleasure." She traced a finger down her daughter's cheek, causing Eris to shudder again.

"Pleasure is just another thing to control," she continued. "A true lady knows how to enjoy herself while still maintaining composure. If she can't do that, then her emotions will get the best of her." She leaned in and kissed Eris gently on the lips as her hand slowly removed the rest of Eris's garment. exposed her bare body to her mother. "Now, it seems you've lost your chance to be a proper lady today."

Eris stared back, a mix of fear, excitement, and confusion in her gaze. She wanted to be punished, yet she was terrified at the same time. But one thing was certain. She would not forget this day ever again.

And with that, Eris was bent over the chair, as her mother began to spank her, her bottom began to turn red from her punishment. But as the spank continued, Hilda slowly moved over to use her finger instead as she fingered Eris even harder and rougher than before.

After a few more minutes of punishment, Eris was left panting and gasping on the couch. Her bottom was red from the spanking, but she didn't care. The feeling of her mother's finger on her pussy was so good that she would gladly endure more punishment to get it again.

Hilda laid Eris down on the couch and began to undress. Eris' eyes widened as she watched her mother reveal her body to her. Hilda was a tall woman, with ample breasts that hung invitingly from her body. Her abdomen was smooth, her navel hidden by a small patch of hair just above the waistband of her panty.

Eris felt a shiver run down her spine as Hilda removed her panty, exposing her own pussy. Her mother's pussy was different from her own; it was more mature, with thicker lips and a thicker clit. Eris felt a surge of lust as she looked at her mother, and she licked her lips hungrily.

Hilda sat down next to Eris on the couch. "I want you to touch me, Eris," she said softly. "I've been aching to feel your hand on me all day." Eris stared at her in awe, unable to comprehend that her mother wanted her to touch her. But Hilda only smiled, and took Eris' hand in hers, guiding it towards her pussy.

Eris touched her mother hesitantly at first, tracing her fingers over Hilda's thick folds. Hilda moaned, her legs spreading further apart as she encouraged Eris to touch her more.

"You can touch my clit too," Hilda said, guiding Eris' finger towards the thick bundle of nerves that swelled from her pussy. Eris obeyed, and as she touched her mother's clit, she felt Hilda shudder underneath her.

"Harder, Eris," Hilda gasped. "Touch me harder."

Eris' fingers moved faster, rubbing her mother's clit as hard as she could. Hilda cried out, her hips thrusting against Eris' hand as she started to cum.

Just as Eris thought she had gotten her mother off, Hilda suddenly stopped and moved over to a scissor position. Hilda opened Eris's legs wide and pulled her closer until both of their pussy is touching at each other. Then Hilda started to grind at Eris's pussy, rubbing her clit against Eris's smaller one. Eris gasped at the pleasure, her fingers curling in response as she felt her mother rubbing against her. Hilda started to thrust her hips even harder, grinding against Eris's clit with all the force of a woman who had spent all day waiting for this. Eris cried out in pleasure, her own hips moving without thinking as she felt her mother's large clit rubbing against hers.

"Mm...mom..." Eris moaned. Hilda looked at Eris and smiled at her daughter. "I guess you're not so innocent as I thought," she chuckled.

Eris didn't reply, but only moaned as she felt her mother grinding against her even harder. She couldn't believe that her mother was touching her, but the feeling of their pussies rubbing against each other was so good that she couldn't care less about what they were doing.

The feeling of Hilda's clit rubbing against hers was like a fire that burned inside of her. Eris felt herself growing wetter as Hilda continued to grind against her, and soon, she felt her hips thrusting automatically against her mother's pussy.

"Eris, you're moving again," Hilda chided softly. Eris bit her lip, trying not to move, but it was so hard. Her mother's body was so warm and inviting, and she felt like she couldn't resist the urge to touch her.

"Mother," Eris moaned. "I...I can't stop moving."

Hilda laughed a low throaty sound that made Eris want to rub against her mother even more. "That's alright," she said, rubbing against Eris faster and harder. "But maybe you need another lesson."

Eris panted, her hips moving faster as Hilda ground against her harder. She wanted to touch herself, but Hilda kept their pussies together, trapping Eris' hands on her stomach.

"Then I'll have to do it for you," Hilda said suddenly and reached over to pinch Eris' nipples.

Eris screamed as pleasure shot through her body. Hilda chuckled, pinching Eris' nipples harder as she continued to grind against Eris' pussy. Eris writhed and bucked underneath her mother, her hands digging into Hilda's waist as she tried to get even more of that sweet feeling.

Hilda continued to laugh, pinching and twisting Eris' nipples as she ground against Eris's pussy even harder. The feeling was too much for Eris to bear, and soon, she screamed out her release.

Hilda looked at her daughter with pride as she saw her cumming from the stimulation. Her own orgasm soon followed, and she fell on top of her daughter, panting heavily from their play. She kissed her daughter deeply, tasting Eris on her lips. She looked down at Eris, her face flushed with lust and her eyes filled with desire. Hilda smiled at her daughter and knew that she still had a lot to teach.

As they finally fell asleep together, they didn't know what the future would bring for them. But they both knew that they would enjoy each other time a lot more than before.

***

A year had passed since they first awoke in that desolate landscape, disoriented and grieving. In that time, Paul, Zenith, Lilia, and Hilda had seen many corners of this strange new world, each journey bringing them closer to the Holy Kingdom of Millis, the one place that still seemed untouched by the devastation they had known. It was here, in Millis's shining capital, that they hoped to find sanctuary—and perhaps the answers that had eluded them all this time.

The capital city itself was a place of life and light, its towering spires reaching toward the heavens, cloaked in the golden glow of Millis's holy blessing. Pilgrims and holy knights moved with purpose through the streets, their faces alight with a peace foreign to those who had survived the teleportation incident. The air was rich with the scent of incense and filled with the soft murmur of devotion, giving the city an otherworldly tranquillity. And yet, as Paul and the others walked its streets, the beauty around them felt like an echo of the past—an ever-present reminder of the home they might never see again.

Now just over a year old, Norn and Aisha had grown into spirited toddlers, their laughter cutting through the group's weariness like a warm breeze on a cold day. Zenith often cradled Norn in her arms as they wandered through crowded markets, while Lilia kept a watchful eye on Aisha, whose little hands reached out with curiosity at the wares of merchants hawking everything from rare spices to brightly coloured fabrics. In a world so alien, the children were untouched by the weight of their parents' grief, their innocence a small shield against the sorrow that marked the lives around them. Too young to understand the gravity of their family's plight, they remained blissfully unaware of the sacrifices made for their survival.

Millis, for all its beauty, had given little relief to Paul. Each day his eyes searched every unfamiliar face in the crowd, holding onto the hope that he might see his missing son, Rudeus, or his comrade, Eris. But months passed, and with each inquiry, the reality sank in deeper—many survivors hadn't been so fortunate. Stories abounded of people teleported to monstrous lands, into deserts crawling with beasts or remote stretches of wasteland where starvation claimed lives before help could even be sought. The incident had been more brutal than any of them had feared, leaving Paul with the heavy knowledge that some may have died before they ever had a chance to find them.

Still, he held on, clinging to the whispers and fragments of hope that filtered through Millis's sprawling web of information. The city was a gathering place for wanderers and refugees, a crossroads which countless travellers passed through. Each day, Paul visited notice boards, paid informants for scraps of information, and questioned adventurers from distant lands. He refused to let go of the hope that, with enough patience, someone might have crossed paths with Rudeus or Eris, or at least heard word of them.

Paul buried his grief, masking it behind the role of a protector, refusing to falter. In a world where so much had been taken from them, their survival—and the hope of one day finding their family—was all that kept them moving forward. Well, one of many things that kept them forward...

-^-^-^-^-^-^-

The day had dawned in Millis as it usually did—quietly, with the capital bathed in a soft, holy light. But that peace was soon broken when a messenger rushed to Paul with an urgent request. A bandit group had been terrorizing the edge of a refugee camp, preying on the scattered survivors of the teleportation incident who had already lost so much. Without a second thought, Paul accepted the quest, readying his sword. This was a job he couldn't ignore.

Zenith insisted on coming along, her staff already in hand as she volunteered to serve as his healer. Hilda and Lilia agreed to look after Norn and Aisha, and after a quick farewell, Paul and Zenith set out, heading for the outskirts of Millis. They moved swiftly, tracking the bandits through the rugged terrain surrounding the camp until they discovered their hideout—a makeshift nest in the crags and thick trees of the woodland, tucked away and difficult to reach.

As Paul and Zenith approached the bandit camp, Paul quickly counted their numbers. It was a small group, but their viciousness was evident in the trails of ash and trampled tents left behind from their raids on the refugee camp. Determined to put an end to their terror, Paul took the lead, slipping through the shadows as he brought his blade down on the first sentry with ruthless precision.

The ensuing battle was brief but brutal. Paul cut down the bandits with practised skill, his years of experience and rage over the recent tragedies fueling his attacks. Whenever he took a hit, Zenith was there with a whispered incantation, her magic flowing into him to heal his wounds before he could even feel their sting. By the time the skirmish ended, the camp was littered with bodies, and silence fell once more over the woods.

But as Paul scanned the camp, he noticed something amiss. There was a tent set apart from the rest, hidden in the shadows of the trees. He felt an ominous chill as he stepped closer, his grip tightening on his sword as he pushed open the flap of the tent. Inside, he found two young girls, bound and chained, their faces pale with terror. Their eyes were vacant as the 2 girls were covered with layers of dried liquid from top to bottom. Their skin was at least not too bruised, most likely left intentionally as the bandit intended to sell them later.

Paul's heart twisted in anger and sorrow. He turned to Zenith, who stepped forward immediately. Her voice was gentle as she began to reassure the girls. As Zenith draped her cloak over the older sister, Paul kneeled beside the younger, his expression softening.

"It's over," he whispered. "You're safe now."

The girl's eyes, filled with fear, held his gaze as if trying to find trust in his words. Slowly, they began to relax, allowing themselves to be led from the tent. As Zenith continued to comfort the sisters, Paul turned his gaze toward the remnants of the bandit camp. He'd seen the worst of humanity before, but every time, it felt just as unforgivable. But now, at least, the girls would find protection in Millis, in him, a place that might offer them a chance to rebuild their lives.

Guiding the girls back toward the safety of his place, Paul glanced back once at the fallen bandits, his resolve even stronger.

-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-

A few days had passed since Paul had rescued the sisters from the bandits' camp. They were now under the care of Millis Church healers and staying in a quiet sanctuary room, where Zenith and Lilia had been checking on them regularly. Paul, feeling a personal sense of responsibility, wanted to know more about their progress. The older sister, Vierra, was beginning to show signs of healing, her posture becoming more relaxed and her gaze brighter each day. But Shierra, the younger one, still shrank back whenever Paul entered the room, her small frame stiff and wary, a shadow of trauma clouding her every movement.

One evening, Paul found himself at the bar in the Adventurers' Guild, nursing a drink and mulling over the days since the rescue. It was quiet, with only a few patrons and the low murmur of voices provided a background hum as he waited, deep in thought.

Lilia approached, carrying a mug of tea, and took a seat beside him. She studied his face for a moment before speaking softly. "The sisters are doing as well as they can, all things considered. Vierra's opened up to Zenith and me a little. She's been keeping an eye on Shierra, staying close by her side whenever possible."

Paul's shoulders relaxed just slightly, and he nodded, swirling his drink in thought. "I noticed. Vierra has a quiet strength to her. But Shierra…" He paused, frowning. "She still flinches whenever she sees me."

Lilia nodded, understanding. "Shierra's scars will take longer to heal, Paul. Vierra's spoken a bit about what they went through, and… Shierra bore the brunt of it. She's only a child, and to her, every unfamiliar face is a reminder of what she endured."

Paul clenched his jaw, his eyes dropping to his drink. The weight of everything—the teleportation incident, the scattering of families, the trauma inflicted on innocents—sat heavily on his chest. "None of this was supposed to happen to them, to any of us. And yet… they were pulled into this nightmare, just like the rest of us."

Lilia let a quiet moment pass before placing a steadying hand on his shoulder. "We can't erase what happened, Paul. But we can be here for them now. Shierra may need time, and Vierra may need support, but we can give them that. And maybe one day, they'll see a new kind of life here."

Paul met her gaze, his own softened by a rare hint of gratitude. "Thank you, Lilia. For staying with them. For helping them find a bit of peace here."

Lilia gave him a small, reassuring smile. "We'll keep going, Paul. For them, and for the ones still lost to us."

As Paul glanced toward the entrance, a familiar figure caught his eye—Zenith, looking slightly winded from her errands. But his attention quickly shifted to the young woman entering just behind her: Vierra, the older sister of the rescued pair. They both scanned the room and spotted Paul and Lilia, approaching with soft smiles.

Seeing Vierra's calm demeanour, a stark contrast to the fearful young woman from just a few days prior, Paul let out a sigh of relief.

"Hello, Vierra," he greeted, raising his mug before taking a sip. "You seem a lot better."

"Y-yes… sir Paul…" Vierra's voice held a tentative edge as she met his gaze, her hands fidgeting slightly. Paul understood—after everything she'd endured, facing a man, even one who had rescued her, was likely daunting.

"Just Paul is fine."

"Yes… Paul." Vierra gave a small nod, then settled into the seat beside Zenith. Her expression softened, and she bowed her head. "I wanted to thank you—all of you—for everything. The help, the kindness… it's more than we could ever ask for, especially with my sister still struggling."

"No need for thanks," Paul replied, his tone gentle. "Helping you was simply the right thing to do."

"But I need to thank you, truly," Vierra insisted, her voice filled with sincerity. "Your family has given us so much support, more than we ever expected."

Zenith reached over, giving Vierra's hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're safe now, dear. You and your sister can take your time healing. That's all that matters."

For the next hour, the four of them spoke of lighter things, gradually easing into conversation as they sipped their drinks. Eventually, Vierra opened up about her past, sharing how she and her sister had been active adventurers in the region at the time of the teleportation incident. They'd been swept up in its chaos, thrown far from familiar lands into a nightmare that had stripped them of everything they once knew.

As she finished recounting her story, Vierra's face seemed lighter, as though a weight had been lifted by sharing her burdens with those who understood.

Paul's gaze softened thoughtfully, and after a moment, he offered, "Since you have experience as an adventurer, how would you feel about joining our search and rescue efforts? There are plenty of teams working to find survivors. You could help us, and leave whenever you feel ready."

"Can… can I?" Vierra asked, a glimmer of hope flickering across her face. "I want to repay you, to help however I can for everything you've done. If joining you means I can do that, then please… let me."

Zenith glanced over at Paul, catching a familiar, knowing smile in his eyes. She felt a pang of amusement, mixed with the tiniest hint of exasperation.

"Anything?" Paul asked, raising an eyebrow at Vierra.

"Yes, anything…" she responded eagerly, her voice firmer than it had been before.

Zenith stifled a smile, thinking, 'Not again...'

Soon after, they all rose to make their way back to the inn, a sense of newfound hope settling among them.

-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-

Later that night, Vierra stood nervously outside Paul's door, hesitating. It was late, and though Lilia had invited her, doubts filled her mind. Paul had just saved her life, and now Lilia was insisting she come here. But for what purpose? Was this truly about gratitude, or something more?

Taking a steadying breath, she knocked. The door opened quickly, revealing Lilia dressed in a nightgown that barely concealed her alluring figure.

"Vierra, we've been waiting," Lilia said warmly, taking her hand and guiding her inside. The scene that met Vierra's eyes was one she hadn't anticipated.

On the bed were Paul and his wife, Zenith, entwined and entirely unclothed, lost in an intimate embrace. As Lilia closed the door, her gown slipped to the floor. Paul and Zenith broke from their kiss, turning their attention to Vierra.

"Welcome, Vierra," Paul greeted her, his gaze trailing over her with calm intensity.

"Thank you…" she replied, caught off guard by the way he looked at her. Vierra was aware of her own modest beauty—her slender frame was not as curvaceous as Lilia's or Zenith's, yet she had always been comfortable in her own skin, with hair that flowed down to her hips.

"Vierra," Lilia spoke softly, coming to her side and reaching to untie the ribbon in her hair. "Paul saved you just days ago. Tonight, you're here to repay him. Do you understand?"

Vierra's eyes widened as Lilia's words took shape in her mind. She looked from Lilia to Paul and Zenith, heart racing. She felt a strange mixture of fear and anticipation—a stirring that was far from the trauma she had suffered at the hands of the bandits. Instead, something unexpected was awakening within her.

Sensing her hesitation, Lilia offered a gentle, reassuring smile. "I'll stay with you," she murmured. "Let's begin."

Lilia's nimble fingers traced the outline of Vierra's body, slowly undressing her as she surrendered to Lilia's gentle guidance. Once bare, Lilia led her to the bed, where Paul sat, his gaze thoughtful and intent as he took in Vierra's form. Her body reacted to his attention, nipples tightening and warmth spreading between her legs.

Zenith's lips slid down Paul's body, taking him into her mouth with a wet, eager suction. A droplet fell from the tip of his member as he entered her mouth, and Vierra watched, captivated by the sight of Zenith pleasuring her husband.

Paul's gaze shifted to Lilia, who stood behind Vierra. "Lilia, kindly show Vierra the proper way?" he asked.

Lilia obeyed, moving behind Vierra and pulling her into the position he wanted. Paul reached out, brushing his hand against the inside of Vierra's thigh, making her tremble at the touch. Zenith continued her work, head bobbing as she took him in. Vierra parted her lips, letting Lilia guide her mouth to meet Paul's member. She took him into her mouth, the taste of Zenith's saliva on his length mingling with her own. Vierra tried to mimic Zenith's rhythm, moving her head as she was taught. But as she worked him in her mouth, she couldn't help but wonder what he would feel like inside her. Zenith had taken him easily; would she be able to do the same?

"Good girl," Paul murmured as she continued. Vierra flushed at his words, her core pulsing with a new kind of excitement.

As Zenith finished pleasuring Paul, Lilia laid back on the bed, spreading her legs. Zenith moved towards her, their mouths meeting in a deep, passionate kiss. Lilia's hand came between her legs, and she watched as her fingers disappeared into Lilia's folds.

Paul withdrew from Vierra's mouth, moving behind her. Vierra felt him kneel, and his length pressed against her entrance. She gasped as he slowly pushed inside, filling her completely. Zenith and Lilia paused in their embrace, watching as Paul stretched Vierra wide. Zenith reached out, stroking Vierra's cheek tenderly.

"You can take him," Zenith said encouragingly, her tone soft.

Lilia's fingers quickened inside of her, and Vierra moaned, the sensation of being filled and touched sending shivers up her spine. She began moving her hips, rocking herself back and forth.

Vierra smiled back at Paul, her cheeks flushed and her heart still racing from her orgasm. As she looked at him, she could feel his seed slowly dribbling out of her, the slight ache in her core reminding her of what had just happened. But there was no pain, only a sense of satisfaction, as though she'd fulfilled a need that had been building since the night of her rescue.

"The night is still young," Paul stated, his gaze glinting with amusement as he shifted his attention to Lilia and Zenith.

Vierra felt a thrill at his words. Though she had only recently found release, watching Paul pleasure the two women made her core ache anew. She settled in beside them, content to watch the three of them play out the night, her mind whirling with thoughts of all the ways she wanted to taste and experience Paul's cock.

As Zenith knelt between Lilia's legs, Vierra couldn't help but think she was in for a night she would never forget. And when Lilia arched her back as Zenith flicked her tongue against her clit, Vierra smiled knowingly. She had a feeling this would be a night filled with pleasure, for all of them.

As Vierra continued watching, her mind filled with images of Zenith and Lilia pleasuring Paul. She could almost see herself in their place—straddling him as he thrust into her, taking him as deeply as possible, with Zenith and Lilia cheering her on.

She focuses on Zenith first, as the woman has her face down on the bed, with her bottom raised as it is held firmly by Paul. his hip thrusting rapidly into Zenith's ass, making a clapping sound as he fuck her mind out, evident by the woman's pleasure face. Lilia, in the meantime, had her legs wide open as she fingered herself waiting for her turn.

After a few more minutes of fucking like a rabbit, Paul groans and shouts as he comes deep inside Zenith. As Zenith moaned and gasped in pain, Paul withdraw his dick from the woman and then turn over to Lilia, who is now wetted and ready. He let Zenith lay there a bath in her pleasure, while he began to position himself between Lilia's legs and line up his cock at her eager pussy before pushing in. The maid moaned in pleasure, her body shaking as she cum, Lilia pulled Paul into a hug and Paul's hip kept on moving.

"Faster! Fuck me harder!" Lilia cried out in ecstasy. her pussy convulsing around his dick, her nails digging into Paul's skin, leaving a mark in its wake.

*Pa-pa-pa-pa*

Paul moaned and his hips moved at a furious pace, hitting her cervix again and again until the woman cum again, this time she screamed out loud and her body twitched.

Paul let out a satisfied sigh as he pulled out and turned over to Vierra, who had watched everything that had happened before her with a mixture of envy, shock, and arousal. She bit her lip, wondering what she would feel like between Zenith and Lilia.

Paul smiles at Vierra, his cock glistening from Lilia's juices, the tip red and raw from pounding Lilia's pussy. "Now your turn again," he said, he then pulled Vierra to stand with her hands against the wall while he entered her from behind.

She moaned out in pleasure at his first thrust, the feeling of his dick stretching her tight hole was almost too much, she had to close her eyes and take a deep breath, letting her pussy adjust to his cock. Paul then began his pace, his hip thrust into Vierra slowly, the woman let out a moan as she feel every inch of his dick as it entered her over and over. "You're so big, you're so thick," she mumbled as she let out breath after breath.

"Take it all for me." Paul moaned back before he leaned down to kiss her and wrapped his arm around her waist. She wraps her legs around Paul's waist as the man begins to thrust into her. His pace was unrelenting, but still careful enough to not hurt the girl she pounded her pussy.

But then, something unexpected happened, as Vierra then took Paul's hands, before placing them on her neck.

Confused, Paul slowed down his thrust as he asked. "What are you doing, Vierra?"

"Please..." Vierra tried to steel herself, "Make me feel it again, the feeling of being dominated..." She begs as she wraps Paul's hand tighter around her neck.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes..."

At her confirmation, Paul's hand tighten to a choke as he blocked Vierra's airway, before resuming his thrust into her pussy, and even doing it a bit rougher as he watch Vierra struggle, unable to breathe. Causing all her senses to focus only on her pounding pussy, heightening her pleasure even more as a deep side within her mind awakens.

"Damn it! So this is what you are, a slut..." Paul said as he tighten his hands even more, as Vierra was steering on the brink of unconsciousness, and dots appear in her vision as Paul kept on fucking her. Then, his cock erupted and Vierra's mind collapsed as her womb felt the hot sensation of his seed filling her up once more.

Vierra collapsed, her mind and body overwhelmed with pleasure. She had never felt so dominated, so alive.

But Paul wasn't done yet, as he rotated between the 3 women without rest, a testament to his stamina until late into the night then he went to sleep, surrounded by 3 women who were left passed out, each filled to the brim with his seed.

-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-

The next day, Paul and Zenith sat together over breakfast, a comfortable silence between them. Paul sipped on his tea, savouring the familiar flavour that had become so rare in this world. He was about to comment on it when Vierra appeared at their table, looking slightly out of breath and nervous.

"Paul, I'm so sorry to interrupt your breakfast." She bowed her head respectfully. "I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time."

Paul glanced over at Zenith, who gave him a reassuring smile. He nodded at Vierra, gesturing for her to take a seat.

"Certainly, what is it that you wanted to speak with me about?" Paul asked.

"I just wanted to thank you again for last night." Vierra began, her eyes tracing the line of their faces. "It's helped me, you know. I didn't think I'd ever be able to face a man again without fear. But last night was different."

Paul's gaze softened, understanding the significance of her words. "If there's anything more you want, just let us know. We're here to help you and your sister recover."

Vierra nodded, a smile playing on her lips. "Thank you for everything," she said, before adding hesitantly, "There is something, actually. Something that's important to me."

"Certainly," Paul said. "What is it?"

"It's about my sister." Vierra paused, her brow furrowed in thought. "Shierra. She's still struggling… I was wondering if there's a way for you to help her."

"What do you mean?" Zenith asked, curiosity evident in her tone.

"You know how she is, still traumatized from what happened before. I know that time will heal it, but…" Vierra trailed off, searching for the right words. "She can't even let me touch her right now. She's so scared, and I don't know how to reach her. But yesterday, for a moment, when she saw us all eating together at the inn, I saw hope in her eyes."

"Do you really think Paul can help her?" Zenith questioned, her expression thoughtful.

"Yes." Vierra's voice held a determined edge. "After last night, I know he can. He helped me, and he can help her too."

Paul felt a mix of emotions at her words—pride, satisfaction, and a tinge of guilt. It was true; he had helped Vierra. But could he do the same for her sister?

He looked over at Zenith. Her gaze was soft and understanding, her expression saying she knew what he was thinking.

"I'll help," Paul finally said, his mind made up.

Vierra gave a breathless laugh of relief, her face lighting up with gratitude. "Thank you, sir Paul." She bowed her head again, before turning to leave.

Zenith's hand found Paul's, her fingers squeezing him reassuringly. "I trust you," she said softly. "You'll do what's best for her."

Paul returned her squeeze, feeling the warmth spread through him at her words. He knew Zenith trusted him implicitly, and that confidence made him more certain than ever that he could help Sierra overcome her fears.

The two of them finished breakfast together, their conversation light as they chatted about their plans for the day. After they were done, Zenith offered to take Shierra on a walk around the city, giving Paul a chance to speak with her alone. Paul nodded, agreeing to meet up with them later.

As he waited, he pondered Vierra's request. He wanted to help Shierra, but he knew it wouldn't be easy. Trauma was not something to be taken lightly, and he didn't want to cause the girl any further distress. He needed a plan, a way to break through her barriers and show her that he was someone she could trust.

Paul's musings were interrupted by the appearance of Zenith and Shierra. The latter stood hesitantly behind Zenith, her gaze locked on the ground as her sister led her over.

"Thank you," Vierra said to Zenith before turning to Paul. "We can talk about anything you want." She then looked at her younger sister. "Right, Shierra?"

Shierra nodded, though her gaze remained downcast. "Yes."

Vierra offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. I'll be waiting here with Zenith." She then turned to Zenith, and the two of them headed over to a nearby table, settling in out of earshot.

Paul stood and took a seat at their table. Shierra followed suit, her hands clasped nervously in her lap as she looked up at him. Paul could see the fear in her eyes, and it was obvious she was still struggling to cope with what had happened.

"Shierra," he began. "I want you to know that I'm here to help. There's nothing you need to do or say unless you're comfortable." He spoke gently, watching her body language for any signs of distress.

Shierra's eyes narrowed slightly at his words. "Why do you want to help?" She asked suspiciously.

Paul chose his words carefully, wanting to reassure her. "Because Vierra asked me to. And because I want to."

Shierra blinked rapidly, looking unsure of what to do. "I don't understand. Why would you want to help me?" She pressed.

"Because I can," Paul replied simply, letting his words speak for themselves.

For a moment, there was silence. Paul sat calmly, waiting for Shierra to decide what she wanted to do next. He wasn't going to rush her or pressure her; he wanted her to make the decision herself. After a moment, Shierra finally spoke.

"Can I ask you something, then?"

"Of course," Paul replied.

"Can you promise to be honest with me?" Shierra asked. "Even if I ask something you don't want to answer?"

Paul nodded. "Yes, I can."

"Then I want to know why you want to fuck us," Shierra blurted out. Her cheeks reddened at her own words, and she quickly looked away.

"I don't," Paul said truthfully. "I only sleep with women who want me to. But you're not ready for that yet."

"I don't understand," Shierra said, her voice still laced with suspicion. "But you did sleep with Vierra."

"Yes, I did," Paul confirmed. "Because she wanted me to." He paused, choosing his next words carefully. "And I think part of her wanted it because of what happened to the two of you. She said she couldn't face men anymore without fear, but she could with me."

Shierra looked back at him, her brows furrowed. "Does that mean you want to sleep with me because of that too?"

"Not really," Paul said honestly. "It's hard for me to explain. I don't think about things like that."

Shierra bit her lip thoughtfully, mulling over his words. After a moment she looked back at him.

"Then what do you think about?" She asked curiously.

Paul gave a small laugh. "A lot of things. I just want to be with Zenith, you know."

"You're married?" Shierra's eyes widened slightly at his words.

"Yes," Paul confirmed.

"So you love her?"

Paul nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face. "I do. I love her more than anything."

Shierra nodded slowly, her gaze never leaving Paul's. "Do you love Vierra too?"

Paul's smile softened, a feeling of tenderness welling up inside of him. "I love her as well," he said. "Though not in the same way. I want to protect her, and help her." He added the last part because it felt true, and he knew it would help Shierra understand.

Shierra nodded again, her lips curving into a small smile. "Thank you," she said quietly.

Paul was taken aback at her words, but he smiled back at her. "Of course," he replied. "I just want to help."

Shierra paused, looking uncertain. "Is that all?" She asked after a moment.

"No," Paul said gently. "There's more."

Shierra's gaze met Paul's, and he could see the faintest trace of fear in her eyes. But he didn't back down, wanting her to know he wasn't trying to deceive her.

"There's a way I can help you, Shierra," he said softly. "A way to take away some of your pain."

Shierra gave a slow nod, her gaze not leaving Paul's. "What is it?" She asked hesitantly.

"You," Paul replied. "You can help me by being with me. By being the one I want."

Shierra swallowed, her small throat bobbing up and down. "How?" She asked again.

"Because right now, you can only see men as people who hurt you," Paul explained. "But I'm not. I won't hurt you, Shierra, and if you're with me, you'll know that."

Shierra nodded at his words, but her expression was still unsure. Paul knew what she was thinking—that even if he didn't hurt her, she'd still be afraid.

"There's more," he added, seeing the doubt in her eyes. "If you're with me, I'll be the only man you're with." He paused, watching her reaction closely. "So there's no chance of me hurting you."

Shierra blanched at his words, her breath catching in her throat. "But..." she began, before stopping.

"But what?" Paul prompted.

"I don't know if I can," Shierra murmured.

"I know," Paul soothed. "And that's okay. But I'm here for you, when you're ready."

Shierra nodded quickly, her eyes flashing with a hint of determination. "I know," she said. "I'm ready now."

Paul's breath caught, but he didn't let his surprise show. He smiled instead, relief washing through him. "Good," he said. "Then we can start."

Shierra nodded again, the fear in her eyes finally beginning to recede. "Yes," she said.

Paul got to his feet, and then held out a hand to help Shierra up. She took it hesitantly at first, her grip tightening as she let him pull her to her feet.

"You can change your mind at any time," Paul reminded her.

Shierra shook her head, a resolute expression on her face. "No," she said firmly. "I want to do this."

"Okay," Paul replied, leading her back to his room.

They walked in silence, the sound of their footsteps echoing down the hallway. When they reached his room, Paul gestured for Shierra to precede him before shutting the door behind them.

Shierra waited for him, her gaze focused on the ground. Paul took a slow step towards her, his movements careful as he reached for her face.

"I'm going to kiss you," he said gently.

Shierra didn't move, but her body stiffened slightly in response. Paul leaned in slowly, letting her feel his presence. He waited until he felt her body begin to relax before pressing his mouth to hers.

Her lips were soft, but they didn't yield to him. Paul was gentle and patient, giving her time to warm up to his touch. But when she remained unresponsive, he finally broke away.

"Maybe we should start with your clothes," he suggested, already knowing the answer.

Shierra nodded rapidly, her eyes darting to the side. "Yes, that's probably best."

She said, though her tone lacked conviction.

Paul nodded understandingly. "Let me help you."

He approached her slowly and then began to undo the laces on her dress. Shierra held perfectly still, her breathing steady. Paul tried not to notice how small she seemed, how fragile her body felt under his hands.

Once her dress was undone, he carefully lifted it off her body, folding it and placing it on the bed. Shierra stood in front of him in only her underwear, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked away.

"It's okay," Paul soothed, his tone gentle. "You're doing great."

Shierra gave him a jerky nod but didn't look up. Paul moved on to her underwear, his hands sliding under the waistband of her panties. Shierra flinched at his touch, her body tensing.

"Too much?" He asked.

Shierra nodded breathlessly.

Paul moved back immediately, giving her space. "How about we start with your bra then?"

Shierra hesitated, before finally nodding. Paul stepped forward again and began to unhook it. Shierra let him, her eyes squeezing shut as he lifted it off her shoulders. She let it drop to the ground, her arms remaining crossed over her breasts.

"I'm almost done," Paul promised, his voice soft. "Just your panties left."

Shierra took a shaky breath, then finally nodded. Paul slid his hands under the waistband, slowly pushing the fabric down her legs. Shierra stepped out of it and stood naked in front of him, her arms still covering her breasts.

Paul stepped back to admire her. Shierra was small, her body petite but with a surprising amount of curves given her size. Her nipples were already hardened, her small breasts puffy. Her pussy was a deep shade of pink, her labia plump. Paul could see her juices glistening on her inner thighs.

"Shierra, turn around for me," he asked.

Shierra glanced at him warily but turned without question. Paul walked behind her and reached around her body to cup her breasts. She let out a startled yelp before going limp, her body relaxing into his hold.

"Does this feel okay?" Paul asked.

Shierra hesitated before nodding. "Yes," she admitted.

Paul continued to fondle her breasts as he pressed himself against her back, his cock hardening between them. Shierra shivered at the feeling of his dick against her ass, her body beginning to flush with colour. Paul's hands found her nipples, tugging gently on them as he nuzzled her neck.

"Tell me if you want to stop," he reminded her.

Shierra didn't answer, but Paul felt her body lean back into his touch. He took that as a good sign, letting his hands roam down her stomach to her pussy. Shierra moaned when he touched her, her legs parting slightly as she pressed back into him.

Paul took his time, touching her slowly as he built up her pleasure. He watched her reactions, seeing how she responded to every touch. He learned that she liked it when he stroked the side of her clit, and when he fingered the entrance of her pussy. When he pressed his fingers into the back of her throat, she let out a breathy cry and went limp in his arms.

Paul supported her weight easily, pulling her against him as he continued to touch her. He stroked her pussy, his fingers gliding through her wetness as he rubbed against her clit. Shierra whimpered, her body thrashing in his arms as he fingered her.

"Paul..." she murmured.

"Hmm?" Paul replied.

"I want..." Shierra trailed off before starting again. "I want you inside me."

Paul stilled, his fingers pausing inside of her. "Are you sure?"

Shierra gave a jerky nod. "Yes. I want you."

Paul looked down at her, checking for any signs that she wasn't ready. But Shierra's eyes were focused on him, her face flushed with arousal.

He nodded, turning her around in his arms. "I'll go slow," he promised.

Shierra bit her lower lip, her gaze flicking between him and the bed. Paul scooped her up and placed her on the mattress, letting her get into position on all fours before he climbed behind her.

"I want to see you," Shierra said softly. "Can you do it like this?"

"Of course," Paul agreed.

He positioned himself behind her, his cock poised at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, watching as her body stretched around him. Shierra gasped, her fingers digging into the bed as she felt him enter her. Paul went slowly, giving her body time to adjust.

When he was all the way in, he let out a satisfied sigh. Shierra felt warm and wet around him, her pussy tight as it hugged his dick. He looked down at where they were joined, watching as her juices coated the length of him.

"I'm in," Paul told her.

Shierra turned her head to look at him, a hint of colour on her cheeks. "I can feel," she said breathlessly.

"Are you ready?" Paul asked.

She nodded, her gaze drifting down to the juncture of their bodies. Paul grinned, his hips thrusting forward slowly as he fucked into her.

Shierra moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure as he moved inside of her. She pushed back into him, her ass meeting his hips with a slap as their bodies came together. Paul kept his pace slow, wanting to savour the moment.

"Harder," Shierra gasped.

Paul grinned, speeding up his thrusts. Shierra let out another breathy moan, her body shaking as he pounded into her. Her fingers clawed at the bed, her small body quivering as she took his cock.

"Paul," she cried, her voice breathless. "Paul."

"What, Shierra?" Paul asked huskily.

"I'm close," she whimpered. "I'm going to..."

Paul slammed into her again, feeling her pussy clench around him as she came. He continued to fuck her, his thrusts becoming more shallow as he sought his own release. When she finished, he pulled out of her and came on her ass, his spunk dripping down her body.

Shierra let out a shuddering sigh, collapsing into the bed below her. Paul laid beside her, his arm coming around her to pull her close.

"Thank you," she murmured, her face buried in his chest.

"For what?" Paul asked, his hand stroking her hair.

"For being so kind," Shierra whispered. "I didn't think you'd be like that."

"Like what?" Paul asked curiously.

Shierra shrugged. "I just thought you'd fuck me and be done."

Paul chuckled. "No," he said. "That's not what this was about. I wanted to help you, remember?" He asked, tipping her chin up to look at her.

Shierra nodded, her cheeks going pink. "I remember," she said.

Paul leaned in to kiss her again. Shierra opened her mouth to him, her tongue meeting his as they kissed. He could feel her tension melting away with each kiss, her body finally relaxing in his presence.

He broke away eventually, his forehead resting against hers. "I'm proud of you," he told her. "You did really well."

Shierra smiled shyly, her cheeks still flushed. "Thank you."

"I want you to do that again," she said suddenly. "More of that."

Paul's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Being inside me," Shierra explained. "I want it to feel more intense."

"Okay," Paul agreed. "Let me get into position."

He positioned himself behind Shierra again, his cock pressing back into her pussy. He began to fuck her slowly at first, but then gradually sped up as Shierra moaned with pleasure.

"Paul, more," she panted. "More."

Paul smiled, his hips slamming into her ass with a loud smack. Shierra yelped, her body shaking with pleasure as he fucked her rougher than he had before.

"More," she demanded, her hands clawing at the bed as he pummeled into her.

Paul leaned down, his forearm wrapped around her neck as he pulled her close. Shierra's eyes went wide, her mouth opening soundlessly as he held her in a chokehold.

"More?" He asked huskily, his voice thick with arousal.

Shierra nodded jerkily, her fingers clawing at his forearm as she struggled for breath. Paul smiled darkly and then resumed fucking into her, his thrusts forceful as he held her in place.

Shierra gasped and shuddered, her body quaking with pleasure as he choked her. Paul grunted, his hips pistoning into her as he felt himself approaching orgasm. He came suddenly, his dick emptying into her as he held her down. Shierra cried out, her body shaking uncontrollably as he emptied himself into her.

When they finished, Paul pulled out of her, his spunk leaking onto the bed beneath them. Shierra collapsed down beside him, her body limp with exhaustion.

"Paul," she breathed.

"Yes?" He asked drowsily, his eyes half-closed as he watched her.

"Fuck me again."

Paul smiled and pulled her into his arms. He knew he would. After all, he was always up for a good fuck. And what was better than one who was eager to be fucked? He was always happy to oblige. Especially if it made her happy. And he knew she liked being fucked. She had already told him that. And he wanted her to be happy.

"Of course, Shierra," he replied. He pulled her up by the hair, forcing her to get on all fours again.

"Like this?" She asked.

"Yes," Paul confirmed. "I'm going to fuck you harder this time."

Shierra whimpered, but didn't protest. Paul positioned himself behind her again and then slid his cock into her pussy. She shuddered and moaned, her body pressing back into his as he began to fuck her.

He started slowly, but gradually sped up until he was pounding into her with force. Shierra gasped and shook with pleasure, her ass slapping against his hips as he fucked her hard. Paul felt his dick swelling inside of her, her pussy stretching around him as he fucked into her roughly.

"Harder!" Shierra demanded.

Paul laughed darkly, his forearm wrapping around her neck again as he pulled her back against him. He fucked into her hard, his hand reaching down to touch her clit as she screamed and shuddered in his grasp. His other hand found her belly, his fingers splaying across it as he felt it jiggle with each thrust.

When she finished, Paul didn't let up, his hips slamming into hers as he sought his own orgasm. Shierra squirmed and struggled under him, but he held her fast, his arm tightening around her neck as she went limp in his grasp.

Paul grunted and came again, his cock pulsing inside of her as he emptied his spunk into her. Shierra moaned weakly, her body shuddering as she took his cum.

When he pulled out, Shierra collapsed to the ground, her body trembling with pleasure. Paul pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he watched her recover.

"Again?" He asked.

Shierra smiled sleepily, her eyes half-closed. "Okay," she agreed. "Again."

Paul grinned, already hard again. He was never going to get enough of her. And she never going to have enough of him. But he didn't mind. He was always ready to fuck. After all, she was hot and horny. And he was happy to help.

And she liked it. He knew she did. She told him so. And he believed her. Because she was happy. And that's all that mattered. Her happiness. So he was going to help her. No matter how long it took. He'd fuck her until she was happy.

He knew it might take a while, but he didn't care. He was happy to oblige. After all, it wasn't every day he had the chance to fuck someone as hot and horny as her. So he was going to take advantage of it.

-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-

As Shierra and Paul were fucking, Hilda was watching over the two toddlers in the room next door, Norn and Aisha. She sat with them as they coloured and played, keeping a close eye on them. She could hear the muffled sound of sex coming from the room next door and couldn't help but reach down to touch herself.

She had heard rumours of Paul's sex addiction. She knew he was a good man. But she couldn't help the feeling of jealousy that came over her, knowing he was in there with one of the new girls he found.

She glanced over at Norn and Aisha, the two of them playing together happily. Norn was still shy around others, but she seemed to be warming up to Aisha. Hilda hoped that maybe one day she'd be able to let her play with the other children without supervision. But for now, she was content to let them play together on their own.

Hilda knew that it wouldn't last forever. But for now, she would enjoy it. She thought of Paul and his sex addiction, and wondered if it had changed much from the last time he was home. He hadn't been here in a long time.

Aisha crawled over to Hilda curiously, her eyes fixed on her as she stared up at her. Hilda smiled down at the toddler, her hands reaching out to pet her head.

"What's up, Aisha?" She asked softly.

Aisha didn't reply, but instead leaned forward and latched onto Hilda's breast, sucking at it hungrily. Hilda sighed, her nipples hardening as she let the toddler nurse from her. Norn crawled over as well, her face serious as she watched her sister nurse.

"Are you hungry too?" Hilda asked.

Norn nodded, her eyes wide and serious as she stared at Hilda. Hilda reached out and gathered her close, letting her nurse at her other breast. She felt their warm mouths on her skin, their tongues rasping against her nipples as they nursed from her.

Hilda let them nurse, enjoying the feeling of them sucking at her breasts. It reminded her of when they were babies. They had both been so small and helpless. But they were growing now. Norn was already showing signs of intelligence, her expressions changing depending on her mood. She would grow up and be a great woman, Hilda knew.

Aisha would as well. She had more spirit than Norn, always eager to explore and try new things. She would grow to be a great warrior, Hilda thought.

But they were still babies now. And as such, they would nurse from her for as long as they needed to. Hilda smiled as she watched them, enjoying their suckling mouths as they nursed at her breasts.

She felt a stirring in her stomach then, a growing warmth that spread through her lower body. She knew what it was, and what it meant. She tried to fight it off, but the feeling only grew stronger as the two girls nursed at her.

It wasn't fair. She tried so hard to fight it, but it always seemed to win out. She wanted to be strong, to fight it and win. But every time, it won and she was left as its victim. It always happened like this, when her girls nursed from her. It was almost like they could sense it.

Hilda let out a frustrated sigh as she felt the familiar wetness soak her underwear. She knew she had been wet for a while now, but had been trying to fight off the orgasm that was building inside of her.

But it seemed it would be no use. The feeling had become too much for her, the pleasure building inside of her until it became almost unbearable. She let out a cry as she felt herself cumming, her hips twitching with pleasure as she orgasmed. Her hands came up to pet the two girls' heads, her eyes squeezing shut with pleasure as they nursed on through her orgasm. When they finished, Hilda let out a sigh and then pushed them off gently. Aisha and Norn both let out unhappy cries, their mouths opening and closing as they searched for their adoptive mother's breasts again

She began to suck Aisha's pussy then, her tongue lapping at the soft folds of the toddler's cunt. She tasted sweet, her juices running down Hilda's chin as she sucked on her. Aisha moaned softly, her hips twitching as Hilda sucked her pussy.

Hilda licked Aisha until she came, the toddler gasping and shaking as she orgasmed for the first time ever. Hilda then moved on to Norn, who looked up at her curiously as she approached. She was still so innocent, so naive about everything. Hilda licked her as well, tasting the sweet juices of her pussy. Norn moaned and shook as well, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

When she finished with Norn, Hilda sat back on her heels and looked at both of them. They were both still young, so pure and innocent. And yet they were already so good at making her feel pleasure. She was proud of them, both of them.

Just then, she noticed that Norn looked to be peeing. Hilda panicked, her hands going up to catch it before it spilled all over the room. She watched as the pee flowed out of Norn's body, her heart pounding with surprise.

She couldn't believe it, Norn was peeing on her. She had never done it before. Hilda stared at her, frozen with shock as she looked down at the mess.

"Norn?" She asked shakily. "Did you just pee on me?"

She asked, still unable to believe it. It was too much for her.

Norn stared up at her blankly, no sign of comprehension on her face. Hilda stared back at her, her shock wearing off as she realized that the toddler hadn't done it on purpose. She sighed, and then bent down to clean Norn up.

She wiped her clean, her fingers feeling the small pussy that was hidden beneath her dress. Norn's eyes were wide and serious as Hilda cleaned her, but she made no protest as she wiped her pussy clean. When she finished, Hilda gave her a reassuring smile.

"You're such a good girl," she told her. "I know it wasn't your fault. You're still young, it's okay."

Norn didn't reply, her eyes still serious as she stared at her adoptive mother. But she did lean forward to rest her head against Hilda's shoulder, her hands coming around her waist to hold her close.

Hilda smiled as she stroked Norn's hair, her heart melting at the feeling of the toddler in her arms. She knew that she would always be here to protect her and Aisha. After all, they were her daughters. And a mother always protected her daughters. She smiled again, and then pulled Aisha closer to her as well.

She leaned in to give them both a kiss, before setting them to their cribs.

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Vierra and Shierra joined the party the next day, travelling with them to help them find more survivors. They were good at their job, Vierra's skills at combat proving valuable when it came to defending against monsters and bandits. Shierra as well, though she was still learning her skills as a mage.

Paul was glad to have them. It felt right to have the two of them with him as he could take care of them like other women in his group. They continued their search for survivors while staying in Millis capital as it serve as their temporary home for now.

Each night, he'd make love to each of the girls in the group. Each night would be the same, Paul fucking his way through all of his women. But he wouldn't mind. They always let him, after all. And they never complained. They always told him how good he was at it. And how much they enjoyed it.

It was only the right thing to do, after all. He knew it was his responsibility as the leader of the group to keep them entertained. After all, he, is the main support pillar for them.