Paul Greyrat Banging everything 5

The sprawling grounds of the Sword Sanctuary stretched out before Ghislaine like an unforgiving desert, devoid of the comforts and distractions she was used to. The air was crisp and clean, but it carried the bite of discipline and rigor that made her skin prickle with unease. She wasn't here by choice, but rather at the insistence of her village's elders, who had grown tired of her reckless brawls and untempered strength. They believed the sanctuary could shape her into something more refined—a warrior, not a brute.

What do they know? she thought, her tail flicking in irritation as she leaned against a tree on the edge of the training grounds, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her amber eyes scanned the other students, sweating and grunting under the weight of grueling exercises. She scoffed. "Pointless," she muttered under her breath. I don't need this nonsense to fight.

"Ghislaine Dedoldia."

The deep, commanding voice snapped her attention to the towering figure now standing before her. Sword God Gal Farion was a man whose reputation preceded him, even in the distant Beastfolk territories. Broad-shouldered and clad in simple training gear, his every step exuded a weight of authority that silenced those around him. His piercing gaze locked onto hers, as sharp as the legendary blade strapped to his back.

"You've been here three days," Gal said, his voice even but edged with disapproval. "And you've done nothing but loiter and sneer at those who work hard to improve."

Ghislaine snorted, her tail flicking dismissively. "I don't need your silly workouts. I'm already strong enough."

For a moment, Gal didn't respond. He simply studied her, his expression unreadable. Then, with deliberate slowness, he unsheathed his sword. The blade glinted menacingly in the sunlight, its polished surface reflecting her defiant scowl.

"Is that so?" he said, his tone carrying an undercurrent of challenge. "Then prove it."

He gestured toward a bare patch of dirt, and Ghislaine arched a skeptical brow. A sparring session? With Sword God Gal? She might have been bored, but she wasn't suicidal.

Gal chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Don't be afraid. It's only a lesson."

Ghislaine's hackles rose at his implication, and she snarled, her claws digging into the bark of the tree. "I'm not afraid of anything," she growled, pushing off the trunk and striding towards the cleared area.

As she reached the center, Gal nodded towards a rack of wooden practice swords. "Take your pick."

She scanned the assortment, her lip curling. Wooden swords? For a fight with the legendary Sword God? "They'll break," she said, gesturing to her own hands. She was a beast folk, and her claws were her weapon.

"Then choose your opponent," Gal said, spreading his arms to indicate the other students.

Ghislaine eyed them disdainfully. None of them were worthy opponents, but she supposed they were better than a toy sword.

But as she turned back to Gal, she hesitated. Was she really going to fight an underling when the true master stood before her?

Gal must have noticed her dilemma, because he smirked and lifted his chin in challenge. "Or maybe you'd rather fight me?"

Ghislaine grinned, baring her sharp teeth. "Why not?"

A murmur rippled through the watching students as Gal shrugged and sheathed his blade. "Come on, then," he said, beckoning her with a finger. "Show me what you're made of."

Ghislaine bristled at his mocking tone, but she was too eager for a fight to let it deter her. She lunged forward, claws extended.

But she was too slow. Gal parried her swipe with a laugh, and sent her flying with a kick to her chest. She landed hard, her ears ringing. Stunned, she blinked up at him.

He didn't give her a chance to recover. With a flurry of strikes, he pummeled her chest and slapped her ass, sending her stumbling backwards. Her claws swiped wildly, but he dodged and struck again. The blows were light and controlled, but they stung all the same.

Ghislaine hissed, her tail twitching with each hit. "Fight seriously!" she yelled.

But Gal only grinned and struck harder. She snarled and charged again, her claws flashing, but he was faster. He slapped her buttocks again and again, each blow sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Her nipples tightened, and a heat pooled in her belly that confused and embarrassed her.

Her clothes didn't last long against Gal's onslaught. Every blow ripped a piece of fabric away, until she was left standing nearly naked in the center of the clearing. The watching students gasped and murmured, but Ghislaine was too angry to care.

"Stop it!" she spat. "You've made your point, damn you!"

But Gal showed no mercy. He struck harder and harder, until Ghislaine's chest and buttocks were bright red. She howled with rage and pain, but his strikes were relentless.

It wasn't until tears streamed down her face that Gal finally pulled back. He loomed over her, his chest heaving with exertion. Sweat glistened on his forehead, but otherwise he looked untouched.

"Lesson over?" he said, his voice gentle.

Ghislaine nodded sullenly, her head hung in shame.

Gal sheathed his blade and crouched before her. His callused hands wiped her tears away, his touch warm and comforting.

"I apologize if I was too hard," he said softly. "But you need to learn discipline, my dear. You can't just barge into things with your claws flashing. You need to think, and control yourself. Understand?"

Ghislaine looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. His eyes were so warm and kind, his face so gentle that it made her breath catch.

She nodded again, feeling the heat from his blows spreading through her. Her nipples were hard and aching, her pussy pulsing with need. It was so strong she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. What the hell is happening? she thought, confused and flustered by her reaction.

Gal smiled and stood, his hand lingering on her face. "Come on, my dear. I'll make sure you're tended to."

But Ghislaine couldn't stand, not yet. The heat in her body was too strong, her knees shaking like jelly. She could only watch as Gal walked away, feeling disappointed at his dismissal.

The next day followed.

Sword God Gal had decided to train her personally. Ghislaine stood nervously before him, wearing a simple training robe. The memory of his beating still lingered in her mind, making her bristle.

But instead of fighting, Gal guided her into the correct posture. "The key is to relax," he said. "Keep your muscles loose and fluid. That way you can react to any attack."

She nodded and shifted, her muscles easing. Her ears perked up as Gal touched her waist, guiding her into the perfect stance. His fingers rested lightly on the curve of her hip, but she shivered at the touch.

"Good," Gal said, stepping away. He unsheathed a practice sword and held it out. "Now let's try swinging."

Ghislaine took the wooden blade and lifted it. Her muscles were still sore from yesterday, but she managed to hold it aloft. Gal positioned himself behind her, his hands guiding hers as she swung it.

At first it was fine, but as the practice went on, Ghislaine began to feel a heat in her belly. It spread through her body, making her nipples hard and her pussy throb. She felt hot and needy, her breath coming in quick gasps. What the hell? she thought, growing increasingly distracted. Gal's guidance was making her hornier than any man ever had.

She glanced over her shoulder at Gal, who stood behind her with a calm, collected expression. His hands were still on hers, guiding them in the proper swing of the sword.

But as she looked down, Ghislaine noticed something that made her heart jump. Gal's finger was lightly flicking her nipple with every swing. His touch was so light and teasing that she shivered, her belly clenching with need.

She didn't know what to do, so she kept silent and swung. The sensation grew more and more intense, until she had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Gal called a break. As Ghislaine lowered the sword, he stepped back and smiled. His hand brushed down her back, lingering at the curve of her ass. Ghislaine stiffened, feeling his palm caress her buttock. Her cheeks were still warm from yesterday's beating, but the sensation of Gal's touch made it throb again.

"You're doing well, my dear," Gal said. "Keep up the hard work."

Ghislaine nodded, her ears still ringing from the touch. She could feel his seed in her, filling her up. But why was he doing this? Why was he making her feel so good? She didn't understand.

But she didn't have a chance to ask. As soon as Gal pulled out, he slapped her ass again. The strike landed on her sore cheek, making her gasp and jump.

"That's for yesterday," he said, smiling down at her.

Ghislaine's eyes widened, but she couldn't deny the sensation that shot through her. She moaned, her pussy clenching. "I want to be strong," she gasped.

Gal smirked. "You're getting there, my dear," he said.

But Ghislaine shook her head, frustrated. "I'm too weak!" she cried, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "I need to get stronger!"

Gal's smile softened, his expression turning sympathetic. "I know," he said. He stepped closer, cupping her face in his hands. "We all feel that way. But you'll get there, my dear. You just need to work hard."

Ghislaine sniffled and nodded, feeling her eyes prickle with tears. "When can I be strong like you?" she asked.

"Soon," Gal said. His thumbs wiped away her tears. "Now let's focus on the lesson at hand."

Ghislaine blinked, feeling stupid for asking such a question. "Yes, Sword God," she mumbled.

Gal's smile returned, and he squeezed her shoulders. "Good attitude, my dear. Remember what I taught you and keep practicing. That's the key to getting stronger."

But Ghislaine couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy as they went back to the lesson. She wanted to be strong like Gal, but she knew that it would take her years if not decades to achieve. She had to find a shortcut.

And then it hit her.

"Sword God?" Ghislaine said hesitantly. "How can I become strong like you faster?"

Gal smiled, but this time there was something different about it. Something almost feral. "Maybe I can give you some private lessons," he said. "Once everyone is gone for the day."

Ghislaine felt a jolt of excitement at his words. Could it be true? She looked around at the students, still practicing in the training grounds.

"When?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Gal glanced around and smiled again. "Soon," he said. Then he clapped his hands and yelled loudly. "Alright everyone, time's up for today. Get a good rest, and we'll see you tomorrow!"

The students cheered, packing up their gear and hurrying out of the training grounds. Soon Ghislaine and Gal were the only ones left. The sun was starting to set, casting a golden glow over the grounds.

Gal turned and smiled at her. "Shall we begin?"

Ghislaine nodded eagerly.

He strode towards the center of the grounds and stood in the middle. "Now, let's start with a simple stance," he said. Ghislaine nodded and mirrored him, trying to remember everything he'd taught her today.

Gal nodded as he inspected her posture. "Not bad," he said. "But you still look uncomfortable. Maybe if you took off your clothes..."

Ghislaine froze. What did he just say?

Gal smiled. "It'll help you learn the stance properly," he said, as if that made sense.

Ghislaine stared at him, unsure of what to do. But then she remembered her goal. If this was the way to become stronger, then she was willing.

Slowly, she shrugged off her training robe. Her undergarment followed soon after, until she stood naked in the middle of the clearing.

Gal nodded approvingly. "Good job," he said. He strode towards her, his eyes roving up and down her body.

Ghislaine blushed and looked away, but he stepped closer, his hands cupping her waist. "Look at me," he commanded softly.

She obeyed, looking up at him uncertainly. He smiled and leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers. The touch sent sparks flying through her, and she felt her belly clench. She had never been kissed before, and the sensation was overwhelming.

Gal smiled again and kissed her deeper. His hands caressed up and down her sides, feeling her undeveloped breasts. Ghislaine shivered, the touch sending her mind spinning.

Finally, Gal pulled back and studied her face. "Tell me, my dear," he said, his eyes searching. "Are you ready?"

Ghislaine swallowed and nodded. She didn't know what she was agreeing to, but she trusted Gal.

"Good," he said. His hand drifted between her thighs, his fingers brushing against her sex.

Ghislaine gasped and jumped, feeling the heat explode through her body. "What are you doing?" she gasped, her eyes wide with shock.

Gal just smiled and continued to caress her sex. His fingers were soft and skilled, rubbing against her sensitive clit. The sensation made her shiver, her knees weakening. She gasped and moaned, the pleasure overtaking her mind.

"I want to make you strong," Gal said softly, his eyes burning with desire. "Will you let me?"

Ghislaine couldn't deny the fire that burned in her belly, her desire for Gal and his strength. She nodded, her heart pounding.

"Good," Gal said again.

He leaned forward and kissed her again. "The first step in our training is to prepare you," he said. "For that, you need my supplement."

Ghislaine frowned, confused. "Supplement?" she echoed.

Gal nodded and stepped back. He reached down and tugged at his belt, his pants falling to the ground. Ghislaine gasped as his cock sprang free, her eyes widening.

It was huge. Larger than any she'd ever seen compared to the boys her age, with thick veins pulsing along its length that was well pass 10 inches long. She felt her sex throb, her nipples hardening.

"Do you understand?" Gal asked, his voice hoarse.

Ghislaine gulped and nodded. "Your seed is a supplement," she said.

Gal smirked, his hand stroking his cock. "It's imbued with mana," he explained. "If you drink it, it will make your training easier."

Ghislaine tilted her head. "Really?" she asked.

Gal nodded. "Of course."

She looked down at his cock, feeling a sudden surge of desire. She wanted Gal's seed in her.

She gulped and knelt before him, her hands reaching out to touch his cock. Gal didn't stop her, only smiling as her fingers curled around it.

She looked up at him in confusion, wondering how she was supposed to drink it.

But Gal simply smiled and stroked her head. "Do it," he commanded.

Ghislaine hesitated, but then obeyed. She opened her mouth and took his cock between her lips.

It was warm and soft, pulsing with a life of its own. His musky scent filled her nostrils, making her pussy throb.

Gal groaned, his head thrown back in pleasure. He carded his fingers through her hair and began to thrust into her mouth.

Ghislaine gagged and pulled back, feeling tears prick at her eyes. She wasn't used to taking a cock so big in her mouth. But before she could move away, Gal's hands forced her back onto his cock.

She sputtered, feeling his tip brush against the back of her throat. He was so deep and big in her mouth that she felt like gagging. But then he pulled back, allowing her to catch her breath.

"Don't stop," he commanded. "You need to work your tongue harder if you want that supplement of mine to come out early."

Ghislaine didn't argue, swallowing down her saliva as he thrust into her again. The sensation was intense, his cock stretching her mouth so wide that she felt like screaming. But she couldn't. Gal's hands were holding her head in place, his thrusts growing rougher. She choked and gagged, feeling her eyes tear up.

But then a change came over her body. Her mouth began to relax and open, accommodating Gal's cock as if it was made for it. The pain disappeared, replaced by a sudden pleasure that made her moan.

Gal grinned, his fingers stroking her cheeks. "That's a good girl," he crooned. "Swallow my cock like a good little slut you are."

Ghislaine shuddered at his words, but her body obeyed. She swallowed and licked, her tongue swirling around his cock as he thrust into her. The sensation sent a heat through her belly that made her pussy throb.

She looked down and gasped, seeing her belly bulge up with every thrust. It was huge, the shape of his cock easily seen in her skin. She was so small that the bulge seemed to reach up almost to her ribcage.

Gal chuckled, thrusting in again. He increased his speed and power, his cock slamming into her pussy as if she were a fleshlight. Ghislaine cried out and moaned, feeling her pleasure build up to a peak as her body shaped into the shape of his cock with each thrust.

Her tits swung with the force of his thrust, her nipples bouncing with every smack of his balls against her ass.

The sensation was so intense that her vision began to blur, her mind filled with pleasure. She shuddered and moaned, her pussy clenching so tight that her ass cheeks contracted. But it only encouraged Gal to fuck her harder, his cock ramming into her so hard that her entire body bounced back and forth.

She felt the mana within her change and grow, her body accepting Gal's cock and seed. And then she felt his cock punch through her barrier, slamming into her womb.

It hurt, but the pleasure eclipsed the pain. Her womb began to pulse and contract, the muscles molding themselves to Gal's cock.

Gal roared and thrust harder, his balls slamming against her clit as he fucked her pussy. The sensation was so strong that Ghislaine lost herself in it, her mind consumed by the pleasure.

But even as she reveled in the feeling, she could feel her body changing. Her muscles were growing stronger, her senses more sensitive with each second that passed. She felt every thrust of Gal's cock, every twitch of his fingers on her hips.

But she could only moan and cry out, her voice echoing through the training grounds as Gal fucked her. And then her womb began to clamp down on his cock, squeezing it tight.

Gal cursed and groaned, his hand tightening around her hips. His thrusts became shallow, his cock twitching and pulsing. Ghislaine moaned louder, feeling her body warm up from the inside. And then he exploded in her, his hot cum filling up her womb.

Ghislaine felt her body light up, her muscles tensing and her belly sagging slightly. The heat spread through her body, and her senses heightened to the point that she could barely stand it.

And then it was over. Gal pulled out of her, his cock dripping with his cum and her pussy juices. Ghislaine slumped to the ground, panting as she felt her muscles relax.

Gal strode back to his pants, pulling them up as he grinned down at her. "Well done," he said. "Keep working hard and you'll be strong in no time."

Ghislaine blinked up at him and nodded, feeling her body begin to heal itself. She knew that it wouldn't take much for her to recover, and then she'd be back in the training grounds.

She smiled and closed her eyes, already looking forward to tomorrow's lessons. The Sword God Gal was a good teacher after all. And she wanted to learn all that he had to teach. Her entire body still humming with mana from his seed and already her mind begin to crave for it.

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

It happened like this every day. The other students practiced in the main training grounds, unaware of the lessons that Gal gave to Ghislaine.

Gal would lead her to a practice room in the back, one that was separated from the others by a wall. There, he taught her to harness her mana with his seed. The walls muffled her cries and moans, but even if they did hear them, the other students would never suspect what was going on.

Gal was a master in bed, and he knew how to keep a woman's mind occupied. By the time Ghislaine was finished with her training, she was always exhausted and her mind hazy. The only thing she could think of was Gal's cock and his lessons. And as she practiced, she could hear the sounds of the other students practicing.

They were training hard, their sweat and effort spent on harnessing their mana. But Ghislaine knew that her method was better. Gal had taught her well, and the results were already showing.

She could feel her mana growing stronger, her body beginning to take on the shape that Gal wanted for her. The seed of his supplement had done its work well. And as she began to master her magic, her mana began to react to his presence.

Whenever he came near her, her entire body would light up. Her pussy would throb and clench, her tits aching for his touch. And when he fucked her, she lost herself completely in the pleasure. He knew how to manipulate her senses, playing her body like an expert.

By the time their training was over, Ghislaine's mind was melted. She couldn't think of anything except for Gal. And though she was exhausted from the lessons, she had enough energy left to beg for more of his supplement.

It was a good thing that he was always happy to oblige. And by the time she made her way back to her room, her belly would always be filled with his warm seed.

The days turned into weeks as the Sword God continued his training with Ghislaine. And soon enough, the changes in her body became visible. Her small waist grew bigger and bigger, taking on the shape that Gal had shaped her womb into. Her chest, which was modest in size, was now well past D cup The students had begun to notice, and whispers began to spread.

It was no secret that Gal was training with Ghislaine in the practice room. But none of them could guess what he was teaching her.

The other teachers had noticed the change too, but they were too afraid to speak up. After all, Gal held the rank of Sword God, and his strength is enough as a testament to his decision.

It was the same with other students, who could only frown in disapproval as they watched Ghislaine bloom into a true beauty.

She had been a slender girl with little muscle, but now her body was toned and curvy. Her waist was small, her stomach well-defined with muscle. But her chest and ass were big and shapely, drawing eyes wherever she went especially with the way she dressed, with barely anything covering her large chest.

She was a wonder of a girl, strong and skilled. And her skills had grown as well. She was a prodigy in swordsmanship, able to wield her sword with skill and precision. The other students only had to see her in action once before they were all afraid of her.

And it was all thanks to Gal's training. Ghislaine could only smile and thank him for all that he had taught her.

But then one day, she made a request. She had been training for so many years, and now she was ready to go out into the world.

Gal looked up from his desk and frowned. "Why do you want to leave?" he asked.

"I need to test my skills against stronger opponents," Ghislaine answered. "The Sanctuary can only teach me so much. But I need to test myself against other swordsmen."

Gal nodded thoughtfully and considered her answer. "Very well," he finally said. "But first, come with me to the training grounds."

Ghislaine frowned in confusion, but obeyed. Gal stood up and led her to the training grounds, to the same room in the back where he had first started teaching her.

Ghislaine's cheeks flushed as he shut the door behind him, her heart beating fast. She knew what was about to happen.

She didn't speak, only shedding her clothes as Gal sat down on a chair. His eyes were bright with lust, and she knew that he wanted her as much as she did him.

She straddled his lap and reached down for his cock. He was already hard, and she smiled as she stroked it with her hand. His breath hitched in his throat, and he groaned as she swirled her tongue around the tip. The taste of his precum was salty and delicious, and she licked it away eagerly.

He moaned again and shuddered, his hands coming up to grip her ass. He pulled her forward, his tip pressing into her entrance. Ghislaine gasped and bit her lip, feeling him stretch her wide.

The feeling was delicious, and she began to ride him. Her pussy slid up and down his cock, her walls clenching and massaging him. Gal moaned again, his fingers digging into her ass. He leaned back in his chair and watched as she fucked him, her tits bouncing with every bounce of her ass.

His lips curled in a smile as he watched her, and then he reached up to bite her nipple. His teeth sunk deep into the flesh, and Ghislaine shrieked as pleasure washed over her. She cried out as her climax began, feeling her pussy throb around his cock.

Gal groaned and cursed, his eyes rolling back into his head. He thrust into her harder, his hands gripping her ass and pulling her down onto his cock.

Ghislaine screamed, feeling his tip punch against her cervix. Her climax was so intense that she could only feel the pleasure, her pussy milking Gal's cock for all the cum it could give.

The orgasm was so strong that her vision went dark, and she could barely feel Gal's arms holding her up. She slumped forward onto his shoulder, panting as her body pulsed and convulsed with pleasure.

Gal laughed and hugged her back, feeling the last of his seed spurt into her womb. He held her like that for a moment, stroking her hair and kissing her forehead.

And then he spoke. "You're ready to go out now. Remember, your womb belongs to me. And it's filled with my supplement for you to use."

Ghislaine sighed happily and nodded, smiling as she felt his seed warm in her belly. She knew that he would always be with her, guiding her from inside her womb.

And so she stood up and kissed him on the cheek, hugging him back before leaving the room.

She left the Sanctuary that day, ready to go out and take on the world. But she would never forget Gal's grace, the man who had taken her in when no one else would and taught her everything that she knew.

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

The night air in Roa's bustling adventurer district was thick with laughter, the clinking of tankards, and the faint tang of spilled ale. Ghislaine Dedoldia pushed open the creaky wooden door of The Howling Wyvern tavern, her sharp amber eyes scanning the crowd. She stood taller than most, her wild, untamed mane of silver hair catching the lamplight like a beacon. Dressed in little more than a ragged cloak over her practical leather gear, she paid no heed to the stares her appearance garnered. Let them look—strength wasn't in cloth but in steel and sinew.

Her time in the Sword Sanctuary had ended abruptly. Too much rigidity. Too many rules for a heart as wild as hers, though missing the attention of her master is something hard to get used to, she still pushed through. Now, her blade sought purpose, her feet wandered without aim, and her soul yearned for something she couldn't yet name.

Her ears twitched as she caught a voice cutting through the din—a boisterous human man seated at the bar.

"You've got to hear this one," the man exclaimed, grinning wolfishly at the bartender. His hair was a golden mess, and his posture suggested a man who thought the world existed solely for his amusement. "The great Paul Greyrat, taking down a B-ranked hydra with only a rusty short sword and his charm!"

Ghislaine huffed a quiet laugh. A braggart. She almost turned away but stopped as Paul's gaze landed on her. His grin widened.

"Well, well," he drawled, abandoning his tale and approaching her with a confident swagger. "I didn't think the gods would bless me with such a striking sight tonight. Tell me, what's your name, fair warrior?"

"Ghislaine," she replied flatly, her hand resting instinctively on the hilt of her sword.

Paul's eyes briefly flicked to the weapon, then back to her face. "Ghislaine. A name as sharp as the blade you carry. Tell me, do you come here often, or did fate bring you straight to me?"

Her lips twitched, caught between irritation and amusement. "I don't waste my time with men who can't match my strength."

Paul blinked, then broke into a wide grin. "That's a challenge if I've ever heard one. Tell you what: you beat me in a duel, and I'll stop bothering you. But if, by some miracle, I impress you…"

"I don't hold back," Ghislaine interrupted, stepping closer. Her imposing figure made him falter ever so slightly.

"Neither do I," Paul countered, though his voice wavered just enough to betray his nerves.

Their exchange had drawn attention from the other patrons, but another voice interrupted before a fight could break out in the bar.

"Paul, stop making an idiot of yourself." A young woman with shimmering blond hair approached, her expression exasperated yet fond. She wore simple robes that marked her as a healer, but the fire in her green eyes suggested she wasn't a stranger to combat. "I swear, every time we're in a new city, you're either fighting or flirting."

"Zenith, darling, you wound me," Paul said dramatically, though he took a step back from Ghislaine.

Ghislaine raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the dynamic between the two. Before she could comment, another figure appeared—a striking elf with cascading silver hair and a playful smirk, followed by a stout dwarf carrying a staff and a wiry demon race man who exuded a thief's cunning.

"Are we recruiting, Paul, or just embarrassing ourselves again?" the elf asked, her melodic voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I was about to show our new friend what I'm made of," Paul retorted, puffing out his chest.

Zenith rolled her eyes. "Gods help us all."

Ghislaine crossed her arms, a smirk finally breaking through her stoic exterior. "You all seem…different."

"And you don't strike me as someone who fits into the mold," Zenith said, her tone softening. "Why don't you join us for a drink? You might find we're not so bad."

Ghislaine hesitated but nodded. Something about this ragtag group called to her—perhaps their camaraderie, their chaos, or the way they didn't seem to care about fitting in. For now, she would stay. She'd see if they were worth her time, or perhaps something more.

But as she sat and observed, her sharp eyes caught subtle glances exchanged among the men in the group—glances that lingered too long on Zenith and the elf. It was almost imperceptible, but Ghislaine noticed. She filed the thought away, her instincts quietly sharpening.

For now, she'd play along. But trust would not come easily.

Weeks passed as Ghislaine traveled with the group. What had initially felt like exhilarating freedom began to reveal its cracks. The camaraderie she admired was layered with something she couldn't quite place—a tension hidden behind laughter and shared victories.

Paul's confidence still bordered on arrogance, but his charm could be disarming, even when it crossed into territory that made her tail flick uneasily. Zenith, ever the calm and collected healer, seemed immune to his antics, always quick to put him in his place with a sharp word or a sly smile. And Elinalise—effortlessly alluring, her flirtations danced on the edge of propriety, but she wielded her appeal like a blade, sharp and intentional.

The other two men—Tallhand and Geese—were harder to read. Tallhand's dry humor often veiled his true thoughts, while Geese's lighthearted banter and roguish grin made him seem harmless. But Ghislaine's instincts, honed by years in the Sword Sanctuary, told her otherwise.

Still, she couldn't quite piece it together.

The first time she noticed something odd was during one of their nights at camp. As a beastfolk, Ghislaine's keen ears made her an excellent sentry, even when she wasn't on watch. She'd grown used to the muffled sounds of Paul and Zenith in their tent, their whispered conversations often giving way to more…intimate noises. Ghislaine didn't care much for such matters, but their nightly activities were hard to ignore.

But the others—their patterns were strange. Tallhand, Geese, and Elinalise rarely stayed near the main camp after the fire died down. They'd wander off to "patrol" or "gather firewood," their voices fading into the darkness. When they returned, it was always separately and with excuses that didn't quite add up.

One night, curiosity got the better of her. After the others drifted off, Ghislaine crept into the woods, following the faint sound of voices. She moved silently, her footsteps muffled by the soft forest floor, but by the time she reached the source, the voices had stopped. All she found was an empty clearing, the air heavy with the faint scent of sweat and something else she couldn't place.

Back at camp, she noticed Elinalise slipping into her tent, her hair slightly disheveled. Tallhand and Geese returned minutes later, both looking entirely unbothered. Ghislaine said nothing, but her unease grew.

The pattern continued over the next few weeks. Paul's flirtations were direct and unabashed, but the others…there was a subtlety to their actions that made her fur bristle.

One evening, as they camped near a small river, Ghislaine found herself seated beside Zenith. The healer was tending to Paul's arm, her hands glowing softly with healing magic as she mended a minor cut from their last battle.

"Does this happen often?" Ghislaine asked, her gaze on Zenith.

Zenith glanced up, her expression calm. "What do you mean?"

Ghislaine's ears flicked toward the forest, where Tallhand and Geese had disappeared with Elinalise hours ago. "Them. Wandering off."

Zenith's hands paused for a fraction of a second before resuming their work. "They're just being cautious. It's good to keep watch from different vantage points."

Ghislaine's eyes narrowed. "They always come back separately. Doesn't that strike you as odd?"

Zenith smiled faintly, her tone measured. "They have their own routines. Everyone in this group does."

It was an answer that said everything and nothing, and it left Ghislaine unsatisfied.

That night, as she lay by the fire, her ears twitched at the faint sounds coming from Paul and Zenith's tent. She rolled onto her side, trying to block it out, but her mind wandered to the others. What were they doing out there? Why was Elinalise always with them?

The pieces didn't fit, and it gnawed at her.

The next morning, Ghislaine confronted Elinalise as the elf sharpened her sword by the river.

"What were you doing last night?" Ghislaine asked bluntly.

Elinalise looked up, her emerald eyes sparkling with amusement. "Patrolling. Same as always."

"With both of them?"

Elinalise's smile widened, a hint of mischief in her expression. "What can I say? I like good company."

Ghislaine's tail lashed behind her. "You're hiding something."

"Am I?" Elinalise stood, her movements graceful as she sheathed her blade. "You're free to join us next time, if you're that curious."

The challenge in her tone only deepened Ghislaine's frustration.

"I'll take you up on that."

The next day, Ghislaine set out with Elinalise and the other two men to patrol. She didn't know what to expect, but she was certain that uncovering their secret would thrill her.

They walked for what felt like hours, their silence punctuated by the rustling of leaves and chirping of birds. When they finally stopped in a secluded valley surrounded by dense woods, Ghislaine wondered if they were truly going to patrol or if this was some elaborate trap.

Tallhand handed Elinalise his short sword, then turned and began to remove his armor. Geese followed suit. Confused, Ghislaine watched them strip down to their tunics.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Do you want to see what we do out here, or would you rather join in?" Elinalise asked with an audacious smile. She turned to Geese and began to undo his pants, her deft fingers unbuckling his belt with ease.

Ghislaine stared, dumbfounded. This was a trap, but it wasn't the kind of trap she had feared. She had never been in a situation like this before beside her time with her master, her body responded with a different urge. The sight of Geese's cock springing free from his pants sent a warmth through her veins.

Elinalise sank down to her knees and began to stroke Geese's shaft, her delicate fingers exploring his length. Ghislaine swallowed hard, her ears folding back against her head as she watched.

The elf's lips curled into a mischievous smile as she leaned forward and swirled her tongue over the tip of Geese's member. He groaned, his hips bucking as he reached for Elinalise. She laughed and leaned back, standing as she began to shed her clothes.

Ghislaine blinked in confusion. She'd expected something different, but she didn't want to leave until she knew the truth.

Elinalise bared her breasts that weren't behind Ghislaine in size, revealing pale skin and pink nipples. Her waist was trim, her stomach well-defined with muscle. But Ghislaine barely noticed these things as Elinalise shed her pants and panties, revealing her shaved pussy. Her folds were smooth, her skin glistening with moisture.

Elinalise spread her legs wide and beckoned to Ghislaine. "Come see how much better this is than a sword," she said. Her eyes sparkled with lust.

Ghislaine gulped, unsure of what to do. This was the first time she'd seen another woman's pussy, and now she was being offered it. The sight was tantalizing, and Elinalise's boldness stirred her desires.

Elinalise knelt again and took Tallhand in hand. She stroked his cock which was way too big for a dwarf, nearly the size of Gal even, she watched as Ghislaine stepped forward.

"Join in?" Elinalise breathed. "We could use another warm mouth."

Tempted as Ghislaine was, she shook her head and moved to the other side of Tallhand. She saw that he was hard, his cock already slick with Elinalise's saliva. Ghislaine had never done this before, but now she wondered how it would feel to taste his member.

She leaned forward and swiped her tongue over his tip. It was hot against her tongue, salty and delicious. She moaned and wrapped her lips around it, sucking as Elinalise began to stroke his shaft.

Ghislaine could barely think, her mind overwhelmed by the sensation of sucking the warm cock. Her pussy throbbed against her panties, and she wanted more. She wanted to feel the cock inside of her, filling her womb with its delicious cum.

But it wasn't her time. Not yet.

She looked over at Geese, whose eyes were locked on her as he fucked Elinalise's face. He groaned and thrust into Elinalise's mouth, his hands tangled in her hair as he used her throat. He moaned as he began to come, his cock swelling as his hips bucked. Elinalise took him deep into her throat, swallowing every drop of his seed.

"Good girl," Geese groaned as Elinalise pulled free from his cock, his seed spilling down her chin. "Such a good slut."

Elinalise smirked and turned to Tallhand, who was still hard. She licked her lips and leaned forward, sucking his tip between her lips. But Tallhand had other ideas.

Despite his shorter height, he grabbed her hip and pulled her down to his level. He reached down and gripped his cock, then rammed it into Elinalise's pussy in one thrust.

Elinalise shrieked in surprise, her eyes widening as she stared down at him. Then she grinned and began to ride him, bouncing on his cock with ease. She leaned forward, her tits jiggling in his face, and kissed him hard.

Ghislaine watched, her fingers slipping under her waistband to rub her clit. Her panties were soaked with her juices as she stroked her pussy, imagining the cock inside of her. The sight before her was intoxicating, and she wanted more.

She watched as Tallhand slapped Elinalise on the ass. "You fucking whore," he groaned. "Just like last night."

Elinalise moaned and took his cock deeper, her pussy rippling as she clenched around him. Her juices poured down his shaft, leaving him slick as she fucked him. But he held her firmly, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her. His cock was stretching her pussy wide, to the point that Ghislaine could see Elinalise's belly bulging up as Tallhand's cock punched upward.

Tallhand thrust harder and harder, his cock driving into Elinalise's womb. She wailed in ecstasy as he filled her, her body trembling. His cock swelled in her pussy, then erupted with cum. He groaned as he came, pumping his seed deep into her belly.

Elinalise slumped over Tallhand as he pulled free from her, his cock leaving a string of cum connecting their bodies. "Good," she gasped. "I needed that."

Ghislaine rubbed herself through her pants, her body on fire for them. She wanted this experience for herself, but she knew it wasn't to be.

Elinalise caught her eye and smiled. "Tell me," she said as she cleaned herself, "how was your first time with a man?"

Ghislaine froze. She hadn't realized anyone knew. She swallowed hard, trying to clear her dry throat. "He was my master. He taught me much."

Elinalise chuckled and leaned forward. She ran her thumb over Ghislaine's lips, smearing her juices over her skin. "I can imagine."

The way Elinalise looked at her made her feel seen. "So," Elinalise said as she stood, "now you know our secret. You're welcome to join us now, if you want."

Ghislaine considered it. She had no one else to share this with, and a part of her craved it.

"I'll join," she said.

Geese grinned. "Welcome to the group," he said, his voice raspy with lust. "But you have to do your part."

Ghislaine nodded. She understood.

Elinalise grinned and pulled Ghislaine to her feet. "Let's get started then."

She led Ghislaine back to where they'd stripped their gear. There, Elinalise positioned Ghislaine on her back, spreading her legs apart. Ghislaine shivered as her pussy was bared for them.

Elinalise leaned down and began to kiss Ghislaine's inner thighs. Ghislaine gasped in surprise as Elinalise nibbled on her skin, teasing her with soft bites. Then she looked up at Ghislaine, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. "This okay, or do you want more?"

"More," Ghislaine breathed.

"Then let's get to it," Elinalise whispered as she ran her tongue over Ghislaine's clit.

The sudden jolt of pleasure made Ghislaine cry out. She reached down and grabbed a handful of Elinalise's silver hair, holding her in place as she rode her face. Her mind was aflame as she thrust against Elinalise's tongue, the pleasure building in her like a wave. Then Elinalise slid two fingers into her slick pussy and hooked them forward, making Ghislaine buck against her.

"Yes," Ghislaine moaned. "Just like that."

Elinalise nodded as she licked her clit, her fingers working Ghislaine's pussy. She could feel the edge of climax approaching, her mind a haze of pleasure. But then she felt someone grab her legs and spread them wider.

She opened her eyes to find Tallhand standing over her, his cock hard. Geese stood beside him, his shaft equally rigid. "Ready for this?" Tallhand asked.

Ghislaine nodded, her eyes fixed on his cock.

Tallhand grinned and shoved his hips forward, driving his cock into her slick pussy with ease. His shaft was large, stretching her wider than she'd ever been before. Her pussy was slick with her juices, but he was huge. Her vision swam as his cock sank deep into her womb.

He fucked her slow and steady, his cock gliding in and out of her wet pussy. Ghislaine held Elinalise in place as she sucked on her clit, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. She felt the orgasm build inside of her, growing and swelling until it felt like she would burst.

Then Elinalise worked a third finger into her pussy, rubbing against her g-spot. Ghislaine wailed as she came, her pussy clenching around Tallhand's cock. She felt him swell inside of her, and then he groaned as his cock erupted with cum. Hot seed spurted into Ghislaine's belly, filling her to the brim.

Tallhand pulled free as he finished, his cock leaving her pussy with a pop. He grinned and stepped back as Elinalise wiped her face on Ghislaine's leg. "You were great," she said, smiling as she crawled up to kiss Ghislaine. Their lips met in a warm kiss, and Ghislaine felt a spark of affection for the elf. It was a nice feeling. But it was quickly interrupted by Geese.

"Hey," he said as he positioned himself between Ghislaine's legs, "you're not done yet." He fisted his cock and drove it into Ghislaine's pussy, filling her with his length. He grunted as he began to fuck her hard and fast, his thrusts deep and quick. Her pussy rippled around him, the sensation so intense that she couldn't breathe. She felt her climax growing in her core, swelling with each thrust. But she fought it off, determined to savor the pleasure as long as possible. But Geese seemed determined to finish her off. His thrusts were hard and deep, filling Ghislaine's womb with each stroke. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, demanding that she come.

Elinalise grabbed Ghislaine by the hair and kissed her again, her tongue flicking against Ghislaine's as Geese fucked her. Ghislaine trembled beneath him, her mind reeling with pleasure.

Ghislaine didn't have a moment to react before Geese flipped her over. He placed himself under her, his cock still inside her pussy as his seed leaked from her cunt. Then she felt something behind her.

Tallhand's cock probed her backdoor, his shaft slick with spit. He pressed into her ass, forcing his way into her tight passage. Ghislaine howled in pain, her ass never having experienced cock before. And now it had to take this monster shaft? But Tallhand wouldn't wait. He pushed hard and fast, ramming his cock deep into Ghislaine's ass. She gasped and squirmed against Geese, who held her close as she was filled to the brim. She felt his cock swell in her pussy, his length pulsing against her g-spot.

The dual stimulation was too much. Her mind was overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain, and her vision grew hazy as the two men began to fuck her. One cock glided into her pussy, while the other pistoned into her ass. Her body rocked back and forth on top of them as they worked her over, filling her from both sides until she could barely breathe. She tried to hold on, but her mind was a haze of pleasure, her body aching with sensation. Her clit was being rubbed raw by Geese's balls, and her pussy was on fire from the rough fucking. She was filled from both ends, unable to escape their cock.

Pleasure and pain swirled inside of her, mingling in a mix that was almost unbearable. She tried to fight it off, but the dual cocks were too much for her. Her orgasm approached again, threatening to shatter her mind and body. But she couldn't stop herself from tumbling into it, her pussy convulsing around Geese's cock.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her mind broke. It was the most intense orgasm of her life, shattering her thoughts and leaving her limp. But her ass kept moving, clenching down on Tallhand's shaft. He groaned in delight as he fucked her ass, driving deep into her backdoor as Ghislaine came. He felt his own climax approach, his cock aching in her tight ass. Then he buried himself deep in her and came, his cock pulsing as he erupted with cum.

Her ass was filled to the brim by his hot seed, and Ghislaine couldn't hold back the tears. Her body was ruined, unable to take more. But Geese had no mercy.

He pulled free from her pussy and repositioned himself between her legs, his cock now hardening as it slipped into her ass. He groaned at the tightness, but Ghislaine barely registered his voice as he began to fuck her again. Her mind was already shattered, and she could only lay limp beneath them as he fucked her with abandon.

She could barely feel the sensation, her body already overstimulated. But she could tell that Geese was rougher, his strokes deep and quick. He held nothing back as he pounded her ass, fucking her like an animal. She felt like she was going to split apart from his thrusts, her body screaming for mercy.

But none came. He kept fucking her, his cock driving in and out of Ghislaine's ass until his climax approached. Then he came hard, his cock spilling its seed into Ghislaine as he groaned in pleasure. He pulled free as he finished, leaving Ghislaine limp and broken.

The three of them collapsed together, their bodies spent from the exertion. Ghislaine drifted off to sleep as her party members held her, safe in their arms. She had never felt so protected and cared for before. It was a nice change.

They returned to the inn where Paul and Zenith waited, their faces somber. It felt like a new dawn had broken. Ghislaine went to her corner and sat, her body sore but sated. She felt strangely content despite the experience.

The next few days were good. They rested and relaxed, enjoying each other's company. And every time they were out of sight from Paul and Zenith, Ghislaine would open her legs for Geese and Tallhand. Her ass was sore for a week, but that didn't stop them. They'd fuck her pussy just as hard, often until she bled. But Ghislaine took it like a champ, even demanding more. She had finally found what she'd been missing, and it was glorious.

One day, as Ghislaine stood bent over a table with her bottom raised, Tallhand, who stood on a small stool behind her was furiously thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy, the door of the room opened as Paul entered.

"You know, I didn't know that our newcomer has such a sex drive as if she is a beast in heat every moment of the day."

Ghislaine body suddenly tenses as she hears Paul's voice, her pussy muscles suddenly tighten up on Tallhand's shaft and almost made him cum. Ghislaine herself had her mind reeling as her mind suddenly thought of Paul's cock, it was bigger than Tallhand or Geese for sure, and he must have been teasing her since the start.

"Paul..." Ghislaine breathe in hoarsely as her legs suddenly started to tremble as she felt Tallhand pulling out from her pussy.

"I'm sorry. I should have knocked. Please continue."

Tallhand laughed as he let go of Ghislaine's waist, "Surely not, we're done. Ghislaine is too much for me to handle."

"Maybe I can do better," Paul said as he pulled off his belt and his cock sprang up.

Ghislaine eyes widen at the sight of Paul's monster cock. It was as thick as her wrist, and as long as her arm.

"Well, are you going to take me?" Ghislaine asked with a hoarse voice as she looked back at Paul, who had taken off his clothes and already stroked his shaft.

She felt her pussy dripping at the sight, and her hand suddenly went to her pussy and began rubbing it, as if trying to tease herself to an orgasm by just rubbing herself.

Paul's eyes widen at the sight, and then suddenly he approaches Ghislaine, who spreads her legs open as Paul approached.

Paul laughed as he bent down to look at Ghislaine's slit. He then stuck his tongue into her slit and began to lick her pussy. He flick his tongue up and down her slit before moving to her clit and began licking it in a circular motion. Ghislaine could not help it, she began to squirm in pleasure as Paul's tongue attacked her clit, she had her hands gripping Paul's hair as she squirmed under him.

"Oh god. Paul. I'm going to cum. Fuck me!"

Paul let go of her legs and stood up, his cock pointing to Ghislaine's pussy hole, and then with a strong thrust, he buried his cock into Ghislaine's pussy to the hilt.

Ghislaine screamed out loud as she was suddenly stuffed with Paul's shaft, and then she screamed again as Paul began to move his hips to fuck her. The force of Paul's thrusts almost sent Ghislaine through the wall, and she had her hands held tight on Paul's shoulder, as if to pull him deep into her.

And then it happened, Ghislaine let out a scream as her orgasm comes and her body suddenly shook as her cum shoot up into the air. At the same time, Paul also let out a groan as he suddenly thrust hard into Ghislaine and then erupted with cum into her womb.

Ghislaine panted heavily as Paul pulled out of her, his cum dripping from her pussy to the floor. Ghislaine suddenly feel exhausted after the fuck and slumped to the floor with a moan, her head spinning as she laid there.

"I'll leave you to rest. I think you've had enough for the day." Paul said with a chuckle as he stood up.

"Ugh... Yeah. Thanks. I've never had anything that good in my life. You sure know how to satisfy a woman." Ghislaine said as her hand reaches to wipe her pussy clean from cum.

"Well. I have some experience. I'll leave you now. Rest well."

Paul then left Ghislaine in the room and closed the door behind him. And then Ghislaine fell into a deep dreamless sleep right after as she was left there, laid on the table her pussy leaked a mixture of cum down to her thighs and the floor below.

Now that Paul joined in the list of those that use her hole, Ghislaine was left with little time of rest. As Paul, ever the horny one he is, will pull her to his room, sometimes together with the other member beside Zenith to have an orgy party.

"Damn, you slut of beast woman," Paul spoke as he held Ghislaine's ears, locking her head in place while his hip moved nonstop, thrusting his cock down her throat without mercy.

Ghislaine choked on his cock as Paul rammed his dick down her throat, not giving her any chance to breathe. Ghislaine eyes bulged out as she could barely move her head with Paul's grip on her ears, and the others watched as they played with her pussy.

"She looks so good taking your cock deep in her throat," Geese spoke as he pushed two fingers into Ghislaine's ass, the third finger then entering her pussy, then the fourth before his whole wrist nested within her pussy as Ghislaine moaned into Paul's cock as Geesedrove his hand deeper into her pussy, giving her a fist fuck in the end.

"Doesn't she," Paul responded as he kept thrusting his cock deep in her throat. "But now, I'll let you all have a turn at her mouth as well. My turn is done."

Paul suddenly pulls out his cock from Ghislaine's throat, causing her to cough as she breathes in the air, the drool leaking down to the floor from her mouth.

Then, just as Ghislaine's mind was slowly slipping away at the hand ramming at her womb, the door of the room opened as Elinalise stepped in, next to her was a very drunk Zenith. Judging from the smell of alcohol, it seem that both of them drank quite a lot.

"Well, well, seems like we have a guest," Tallhand said as he grinned, his cock already hardening up in his hands.

"Hey, Paul. Let me see your dick," Zenith suddenly said as she stumbled over, her eyes looking at Paul's cock with drunken eyes. She then grabbed Paul's cock and pulled on it, trying to pull it out from its cloth.

"Oh," Paul spoke as his eyes turned to Zenith and saw her state. "I guess we could have another round with the women here. What do you say, men? Shall we have a go at our beloved healer?"

"Oh yes, of course," Tallhand answered.

The men then suddenly seize the opportunity of Zenith's drunken state and move towards her, grabbing her arms and pulling her towards them.

"Wait! Paul, help!" Zenith suddenly cried as she realized that she was in trouble, but it was too late. The men then moved behind her and began to strip her.

"Hmm, that's quite a view," Geese said as they stripped her completely naked.

"Oh yes, and look at those breasts!" Tallhand exclaimed, his hand moving to grab her breasts and began to play with them. They were large, to the point that they seemed like water balloons in Tallhand's hand as they jiggled with his move. Tallhand then began to lick it, and Zenith groaned out loud as she felt his tongue attack her nipple.

Geese then moved over and grabbed Zenith by the waist as he lifted her up, her legs spread wide in the air before him. He then moved her over to the table and laid her down.

"Ah, please. Don't do this," Zenith begged, but no one heeded her, as Geese then began to spread her legs wide as he moved in between them, his cock then moved towards her pussy.

"Hey! Do you know what you're doing? I don't want to do this!" Zenith cried out as Geese thrust his cock inside of her.

"Well. You said you don't mind if we had a fun with Ghislaine, so we think that you wouldn't mind if we fucked you too," Tallhand spoke as he moved up to Zenith's face, his cock pointed at her mouth.

"Please. I was drunk then," Zenith pleaded, but before she can finish, Tallhand shoved his cock into her mouth, cutting off her words and beginning to fuck her mouth. His cock drove into her mouth without mercy, not letting her even have a breath. Her hands grabbed his hip, and she tried to push him away, but it was no use.

As her mouth was being fucked, Geese began to thrust his cock into her pussy, slamming into her with strong thrusts that almost caused the table to break. Zenith began to cry as she felt her womb getting filled and stretched, a feeling that she never felt before. Then it came, Elinalise moved behind Geese, and then pushed her finger up Zenith's ass.

Zenith screamed out loud into Tallhand's cock as she felt something that she never experienced in her life before. The sensation of a woman's finger up her ass as her pussy was being fucked by a man's cock. It felt strange, but also strangely good. Elinalise then pulled her finger out before pushing it in again, slowly at first before increasing her speed as she moved her fingers faster in and out of Zenith's ass. At the same time that Elinalise's fingers were up her ass, Geese's cock was still slamming into Zenith's pussy without mercy, making her cry out loud as her womb was filled and stretched to the limit.

"Oh fuck," Zenith cried as her orgasm approached, she had never experienced such an intense pleasure before and it was too much for her to handle.

Then her vision went white as her orgasm exploded through her body, shattering her mind and filling her body with pleasure. As she came, Geese groaned as his cock suddenly burst in pleasure and he ejaculated deep within her womb, filling her with his hot seed.

"Hmm, I don't think that's enough," Paul said as Geese pulled his cock out of Zenith, cum dripping down from her pussy. "We have to make sure she gets pregnant tonight, and I'm the only one who can make that happen."

"Oh? Do you think so?" Tallhand said as he watched Paul move to Zenith's pussy and shoved his cock inside of it.

"Of course. I've done this to many times before," Paul responded, his hips already moving as he fucked Zenith with his own rhythm.

"Oh no," Zenith whispered as she felt Paul's cock driving into her pussy without mercy. His cock was already huge, and now it was inside of her womb, filling her. "Please, it's too big..."

"Oh, come on. I already filled you up before," Paul spoke as he drove his cock harder and deeper into Zenith's womb.

"Fuck you!" Zenith screamed out loud at Paul, but it just made Paul laugh.

He kept fucking Zenith without mercy, driving his cock into her womb again and again. Tallhand then moved away, letting Paul take over as he fucked Zenith's pussy. Paul then thrust into her again and again until his climax neared, and then he came, spilling his seed deep in her womb.

But that wasn't the end. Paul kept fucking Zenith again and again, filling her with cum multiple times until her pussy overflowed with his seed. Cum leaked down from her pussy like a flood, as Paul took his own time to fill her up again and again.

And in the end, Zenith laid in a heap, her womb full of Paul's seed, her pussy overflowing with his cum. Her eyes were dazed as she can barely move from the intense pleasure that Paul gave to her. She was exhausted, but also strangely satisfied at the same time. It seems that she finally realized the joy of being fucked by another man.

And then, as Zenith fell asleep from exhaustion, Paul pulled his cock out from her pussy with a sigh. He then laid Zenith down before joining Tallhand and Geese as 3 men taking turn fucking Elinalise and Ghislaine.

-^-^-^-^-^-

The next day, Zenith woke up early, her mind still hazy from the alcohol as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She blinked at the red mark around her neck and down to her body before her expression turned to one of fury.

"Paul!"

"Zenith..." Paul answered as he walked in the room, still rubbing his eyes.

"You! I'll kill you if you ever do this to me again!" Zenith said as she moved towards Paul.

"Hmm? What are you talking about?"

"I know that it was you who fucked me last night! I remember that now."

"Oh, is that so. Well, I don't regret what I did to you," Paul said with a grin.

"Regret? You will regret what you did, you bastard," Zenith said as she rushed over towards Paul, her hands swinging wildly to his head.

But Paul grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down as he turned to face her. He then grinned as he pulled Zenith into a kiss, his tongue suddenly thrusting deep inside of her mouth and cutting off her screams.

Zenith struggled against him, but Paul held her tight as he kissed her. His hand moved up to grab her breast before pulling down and ripping apart her cloth to expose it. Zenith tried to scream at his touch, but her words were still cut off by Paul's kiss.

Paul then let go of Zenith's lips and stood up. He then pulled Zenith down to the bed and began to rip apart her dress.

"Wait," Zenith said with a gasp. "Paul, not here. People will hear."

"So, you want to go to the room then?" Paul said as he looked at her, a grin on his face.

"Ye..." Zenith answered, but before she could finish her words, Paul already pulled her up. She struggled against him, but it was pointless. Paul was too strong, and he dragged her without any difficulty towards the room.

Zenith's mind suddenly realized that she couldn't escape from Paul and that he would do the same thing to her as yesterday again. But Paul did not even wait for them to reach the room before he began to fuck her.

"Ah! Paul, stop. Please," Zenith begged as Paul thrust his cock into her ass from behind, the sound of slapping flesh echoing through the hallway.

"Oh? You want me to stop?" Paul said with a laugh as he continued to fuck Zenith's ass, his cock driving deep in her ass with every thrust.

"Yes, please!" Zenith shouted as she began to feel her orgasm approaching. "No, don't! Stop!"

"Hmm, not yet," Paul answered with a grunt as he suddenly shoved his cock deep into Zenith's ass and then released his load deep into her womb.

Zenith screamed at the top of her lung as she felt Paul's hot seed erupt deep inside of her ass. Her body suddenly shivered as her own orgasm neared before it exploded through her, making her shout out loud at the pleasure that she felt.

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

And so, it happened. The relationship between the members of the group suddenly grew closer. Zenith would often look at Paul with a look of adoration, and she even began to sleep in his bed every night as well.

And that was not all. The others would also join them in their bed every night, and they would all have an orgy as Paul fucked Zenith and Zenith only while the others took their turn fucking each other.

But all good times will come to an end. One day, as they were busy with their daily activity, Zenith suddenly called out loud.

"Ah! I'm pregnant!"

At her words, the other members of the group looked at her in shock, especially Geese and Tallhand. Then they all began to congratulate her with cheers and claps.

"Wow! Congratulations, Zenith!" Ghislaine said as she went to hug her. "I'm happy for you."

"Yeah. That's great," Elinalise said as she followed Ghislaine and hugged Zenith as well, her face smiling widely.

"Thanks. I'm also glad," Zenith responded with a smile.

But then, her expression suddenly darkened as she turned towards Paul and spoke. "And don't ever fuck me again, at least until our child is born."

Everyone in the room suddenly turned silent, before their laughter rang out loud. "Oh, that's great, Zenith! You really changed a lot since that day," Ghislaine spoke as she wiped tears off her eyes. "Before this, you would never even speak that way."

"Oh," Zenith said with a chuckle, her expression brightening up at Ghislaine's words.

***

After Zenith confirmed her pregnancy, the group would often gather around her and pamper her with treats and all kinds of things. They all joked that they were waiting for Zenith to give birth to the child and for Paul to be the father.

But what the others didn't know was Paul's plan. He knew that he couldn't keep the group like this any longer now that Zenith was pregnant. His mind then turned in the direction of the countryside village he visited recently. He then decided to move Zenith to the countryside to live with him.

And so, Paul packed up his belongings and took his leave from the group, after a farewell party they all held in his honor. He then took Zenith along with him before disappearing from the city and into the countryside.

It wasn't long before the news of Paul's marriage to a commoner spread out all over the city, and the group's members all went their separate ways after that.

But for Paul, he didn't care about all of that. He just wanted to live a life filled with Zenith by his side, and she with him as well. And so, they start the family life in Buena village.