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That was the 8th mirror dungeon today that they'd gone to floor 15.
Every single sinner was exhausted of fighting the same fodder enemies over and over again for little reason. Dante said it was so they could "push their limits" and "maybe fight Valencina in the mirror dungeon", but they weren't sure if they believed that anymore.
They didn't blame Dante, obviously they probably had some reason they weren't able to explain for making them go through all of that, but regardless they were annoyed and needed some form of outlet for that.
Depending on whichever sinner you checked up on, you might find them playing a relaxing farming game, writing or meditating, but on this particular night (because they had been in the Mirror Dungeon for so long that it was well into the evening) it meant a sleepover in Don Quixote's room. (because Faust refused to allow anyone entry into her room, Ishmael's was constantly flooded and Rodya's was too cold.)
The sinners attending the sleepover were Faust, Ishmael, Rodion and of course Don Quixote herself. Faust prepared a variety of board games, Don Quixote had prepared a few stories to regale her loving companions, Ishmael brought some soda and cheap booze (which only she and Rodion partook, Rodya drinking far more.) and Rodion brought tons of snacks ranging from chips to cheap packaged muffins and brownies.
They played Monopoly (Northern Association Edition, as per Don Quixote's request.), Jenga, Chess (which Don Quixote surprisingly was the best of the 4 at?) and a plethora of other games, told eachother various stories of their past (Faust abstained from telling of her own past, but offered to give some insight on the life of various IDs she had instead.), etcetera etcetera.
Of course, eventually they would exhaust their options and grow bored again. The first time this happened, they just played more of the games Faust had provided, exchanged stories from their various IDs like Faust had, but eventually they ran out of things to talk about and do again.
Rodion, in all of her not-so-sober not-so-elegance, was the first to speak up with another idea. "What if we..." she made a circle with her left pointer finger and thumb, penetrating the hole she'd created with her right pointer finger. "y'know..?" Ishmael and Don Quixote blushed a little while faust's facial expression didn't change from the resting slightly-frowning neutral expression she typically wore. "T'Would be... an apt method of passing the time if thy suggestion dost nay be a jest..." Don Quixote responded, looking off to the side and fidgeting with her hands as she did so. "I would need time to prepare if we're gonna fuck, but if you're willing to give me a sec I won't say no.." Ishmael was the next to speak, maintaining her composure better than Don Quixote but not quite as well as Faust.
Faust was the last to speak on the idea. "Faust would also need to prepare herself for such an occasion, especially if you wish to attempt something unusual like your demeanor would suggest." she stated rather plainly, picking up on how nervous Rodion was (which Rodya wasn't exactly hiding very well...)
After everyone got prepared (as in having quickly bathed and as of this point only having underwear on), Rodion explained her idea.
"I wanna try using E.G.O for this." she stated. "I already have a few I want to try, actually." Faust and Ishmael raised an eyebrow while Don Quixote sat with her jaw agape.
"Faust would like to bring up the issue of lacking E.G.O resource co-" Faust began, but Rodya interrupted her. "I planned ahead for that." she quickly retorted, producing a box containing 15 of each E.G.O resource "I pocketed these at the end of the Mirror Dungeon, partially just to see if it'd work, but mainly for this." Rodya continued, beaming with pride. "What of the sanity costs?" "Planned for that too! I figured the pleasure from everything should serve to counter-act that!" Rodya responded once again. "...Very well. If anything goes wrong during this, you are to take full responsibility." Faust stated "Is that understood?"
Rodya gave a little two fingered salute and made an 'mhm' sound to show her understanding. "..Alright, now that we know its fine to do, can you tell us what you want us to do..?" Ishmael chimed in, to which Rodya grinned. "Gladly. Fau, Chiquita, I want you two to use Telepole. Ishy, I want you to use Capote. I'm gonna use Into the Sunset. That cool with all of you?"
All 3 of her partners nodded and said different things in agreement, removing what remained of their clothing on-queue.
Faust's body was pale and round, she wasn't quite 'fat' per-se, but she was decently chubby, bearing stretch marks on her waist, breasts and near her armpits. She was cleanly shaven across her entire body, including her pubic area. Certain parts of her body looked slightly off, but she took extreme care to hide those parts of her via make-up which made them difficult to notice if one wasn't looking specifically for the little things that were 'wrong' about her body.
Don Quixote was far more thin than Faust. She wasn't quite underweight, but potentially on the cusp. Her body was far less well-kept than Faust's, various scars created by a variety of weapons and injuries across her entire form ranging from small scratches that hadn't quite healed fully to burn scars across her left side. She had a decent amount of body hair across her form, she didn't bother shaving as much as Faust did, but she didn't have quite as much as Ishmael.
Ishmael was the most well-built of them physically, which she chalked up to the fact that she used to work on a ship and as a fixer, requiring far more constant physical activity than the other's positions. (though the real reason is she was the only one who regularly exercised out of the 4 sinners in the room.) She, like Don Quixote, had various scars across her body, although unlike Don Quixote hers were from her days as a low grade fixer drifting from job to job instead of glorious adventures in search of relics. She had a few injuries clearly caused by hooks, harpoons, swords and the occasional gunshot wound. Her body was clearly augmented, although it was clear she'd put at least some effort in trying to hide the fact. Again similarly to Don Quixote, she had lots of body hair, albeit more well-kept than the knight's. Her body was adorned with freckles, namely across her chest, butt and face, but there were other patches sprinkled across her body.
Rodion was on the chubbier end similarly to Faust, although she was definitely a bit wider and rounder than the pale scholar. Her body, again like Faust, was adorned with stretch marks that (if you asked the 3 of her partners) only served to excensuate her beautiful form. She had various tattoos across her body, some clearly of enhancement-make while others obviously served as purely cosmetic, such as the heart cleaved by an axe on her left breast. She didn't have much body hair, but she had a sizable bush of hair above her pussy and hadn't bothered to shave her armpits recently.
of the 3 who had one, Faust had the smallest penis, but that wasn't to say she was small. She packed a solid 6 and a half, maybe 7 inches prior to any kind of alteration to her body, and would only become larger once she equipped her E.G.O.
Ishmael was the middle-ground of them. She was a solid 8 inches in length, thicker at the base and thinning slightly as one got closer to the tip.
Don Quixote, however, had a suprisingly large cock. Her member was 9 and a half, maybe 10 inches long, around 3 inches thick. Just like the other 2, her dick would only get bigger when she equipped her E.G.O.
Things started with quickly, Rodya servicing Ishmael with her mouth and the other 2 with her hands for about 30 seconds before switching to using her mouth on Faust and her now free hand on Ishmael for another half a minute before yet again moving targets to Don Quixote.
Faust maintained her composure best out of the 3, taking slow and deep breaths as the brown haired woman worked her magic, only letting out the occasional tiny little moan when Rodya sucked on her tip.
Ishmael was the second best at keeping her cool, only grunting out a quiet "thats it.." or "good girl..." while her partner serviced her cock, though her breathing was less steady than Fausts.
Don Quixote handled the pleasure with the least elegance, moaning and whimpering as Rodion stroked her cock, only worsening when she used her mouth.
After about 4 minutes of cycling between the 3 cocks in front of her, Rodion felt that they'd been prepared sufficiently and laid on the mattress. (courtesy of Ishmael, who brought it in as part of her "preparation".) "Alrighty, are you all ready for the main event~?" she asked teasingly as her partners followed her lead and made their way over to the make-shift bed they'd be using for when they fucked.
"Faust is sufficiently prepared and believes the same to be true to be true for Don Quixote and Ishmael." Faust spoke for herself and the others, Don Quixote and Ishmael each nodding in agreement (Don Quixote doing so much more furiously.) "good~ get those E.G.Os on, then. I don't wanna wait much longer~" Rodya continued to tease, licking her lips in anticipation.
"Very well then." Faust responded, equipping her Telepole E.G.O. On queue, Don Quixote equipped hers too whilst Ishmael equips her Capote E.G.O.
After equipping their E.G.Os, each of their bodies had changed accordingly.
Faust and Don Quixote's penis's hadnt grown in length yet, but were slightly thicker and were clearly a different shape. Their crotches were now adorned with a dark purple fur and their cocks were a brighter shade of purple, albeit still dark, and were tapered at the tip. Their veins were black, outlined with a purple glow and any body hair they had (which is to say Don Quixote had, since Faust was clean shaven.) was accentuated into more patches of fur, similar to the one on her crotch.
Ishmael's body was more tanned than before and more importantly, noticeably more muscular. The use of the E.G.O made Ishmael noticeably slightly taller as well, by about 2 or 3 inches. Additionally she had horns which faded in a gradient from red at the point where they connected to her skull into orange and yellow closer to the tip.
Rodion equipped her E.G.O as well, though not as much about her changed when compared to the others, however there were still a few notable differences. Her hair was shorter, going from waist height to shoulder length and she was ever so slightly more slim, not to the point where she wasn't chubby anymore but still a decent amount and her pastel pink blush had changed to become slightly tinted orange after equipping the E.G.O.
Faust was the first to make a move, positioning herself in front of the Russian woman's face so that her line of sight with everything else was blocked fully by the large penis in front of her. Rodion's lip quivered in anticipation for what was to come whilst Don Quixote made her move to Faust's pussy, starting to eat her out without even a second question.
Ishmael stood back for the moment, stroking her massive cock from the base to about the halfway point as she watched the shortest of the group absolutely devour the pussy that had been oh-so-graciously offered to her.
Before things properly got started, Ishmael spoke up. "Hang on, everyone stop. I wanna try something." she said, moving over to the 3 currently on the mattress.
"Don, lay down. Faust, I want you to stand by for a sec. you'll know when you're needed." she stated, an impressive never-before-seen confidence lining her words.
Don Quixote laid down, eager member standing tall as she did so and Ishmael laid rodion's butt on her face belly down so that Don Quixote had a clean line where she could resume demolishing the hole she had previously been lapping at, Ishmael then got on top of both Rodya and Don, positioning her own head so that she could eat out the tattooed woman's ass.
Faust re-positioned herself in front of her partner, waiting for her moment to strike. That moment arrived when the pleasure of both of her holes being bored into by the skilled mouths of her girlfriends combined with the pressure of being sandwiched between them elicited a deep moan out of the tallest woman involved, allowing Faust to penetrate her open mouth with her penis.
Faust moved slowly downward as to not hurt her partner, watching as her cock disappeared inch my inch into her throat while Ishmael and Don Quixote prepared her holes. Once she had lowered herself to the point where she was fully sheathed inside of Rodion's mouth, she allowed her partner to acclimate slightly before pulling back just as slowly as she'd pushed in.
Rodya continued to moan and squirm slightly with pleasure (only slightly due to Ishmael's body weight and strength keeping her mostly in the position), sending reverberations across Faust's penis, which only served to spur her on and draw moans of pleasure out of Faust as well, albeit much softer than Rodion herself's.
Ishmael and Don Quixote continued their efforts, swirling their tongues and making sure to hit as many nooks and crannys of the brown haired woman's innards as they could, both to prepare her for what was to come and to bring her as much pleasure as possible. The two of their cocks throbbed with desire and anticipation, releasing tiny spurts of precum as they visibly shook with each heartbeat.
It didn't take long for Rodya to reach her first orgasm, causing her to release a scream-like wail of pleasure (although due to the penis resting in her throat at the moment, it was heavily muffled) whilst she thrashed in ecstasy.
Once Rodya's orgasm subsided, Faust pulled out from her mouth. "Ishmael, Faust believes Rodion's anus has been sufficiently prepared for insertion, she would like to make an attempt at doing so and suggests you receive oral pleasure from Rodion whilst Faust does so." she stated matter-of-factly as Rodya caught her breath a bit from having her mouth fucked by Faust. "Yeah, alright. Give it a go, do you want lube?" Ishmael responded whilst standing up from behind Rodya, to which Faust shook her head at the offer and took her position by aligning her penis with Rodion's anus, which Ishmael had so graciously lubricated with her saliva and loosened with her tongue.
Rodion braced herself for Faust to insert her penis inside of her, but there was only so much she could do to mentally prepare for the feeling of such a foreign object inside of you. She considered herself exotic, to a degree. She'd tried an incredible plethora of depraved, disgusting fetishes in bed over her time in the backstreets in-order to make enough cash to get by, but it only ever involved people or objects, never anything involving non-human cock or pussy or anything and her first time was a lot to say the least. Sure, she'd taken it in her mouth just a moment ago, but that just wasn't the same as feeling it inside of her properly.
Canine dick felt far smoother than that of a humans, as well as generally having a more slim feel despite the fact that in this case it was no thinner than a humanoid cock, if anything it was more thick. It was much more veiny as well, so much so that she could feel Faust's heartbeat through her penis. Despite all of the new stimulation, Rodya did her best to remain calm as Faust continued sinking deeper inside of her. When Faust first stopped, Rodion noticed that she hadn't been quite balls deep in her, feeling a large bulb-like shape at the base of Faust's cock push up against her asshole just slightly before Faust began to pull back.
Rodya had heard... Discussion, about this kind of thing, about the differences between human genitals and animal genitals. Namely whilst waiting at the LCE after the whole ordeal with the house of spiders, she'd heard some very, very interesting conversations from clerks regarding corrosion and abnormalities, and the one thing she mainly remembered was the agreement that they'd like to be 'knotted' by someone using Telepole. Using the parts of her brain not currently melting from pleasure signals being shot out, Rodion was able to deduce that the bulb she felt at the base of Faust's phallus was a 'knot'.
She didn't have time to dwell on the thought though as Ishmael had moved to her face, the heavy warmth of just having Ishmael's cock in front of her enough to snap her out of the thought. It was over a foot long at 14 inches in length and was as wide as her forearm, the tip had the same fiery gradient of red fading into orange and yellow that her horns had and glowed with the same heat. The medial ring, alongside the rest of her length, was a dark red that was barely able to be considered anything other than black, and that darkened coloration faded to the general area around her crotch, stopping around once it reached her thighs and just below her belly button.
The massive cock that was quite literally glowing with desire that sat in front of Rodion was awe-inspiring, and she couldn't help but gawk at the sight even whilst Faust penetrated her rear and Don Quixote devoured her pussy.
She couldn't possibly take that into her mouth, it was far too large, but she could at the very least service it.
When Rodion first placed her hands on the massive appendage in front of her, she pulled her hand away from just how hot it was, slowly moving to feel it again. It burned painfully, yet it didn't damage her in any way. Slowly she began to stroke Ishmael, using both hands just to accommodate the size.
After a brief period of just jerking Ishmael off, Rodion built up to confidence to put her mouth on her cock. Again, it burned and hurt like hell, but it still didn't injure her. she ran her lips up and down the cock as best as she could from her position, planting kisses up and down across its length, continuing to use her hands along the way.
Eventually, Don Quixote's patience ran fully thin, causing the smallest woman in the room to reposition herself in-order to finally properly fuck Rodya. She wasn't exactly gentle when putting it in, but she was careful as to not hurt Rodya (not too much, at least.), quickly pushing herself in down to the knot. Rodion yelped slightly in both pleasure and surprise from the suddenness of the insertion.
Slowly, Don Quixote began to thrust in and out at a similar (albeit just a tiny bit faster) pace to Faust, drawing herself out until just the tip remained inside before pushing the rest back inside in one swift movement.
Rodya could feel her body starting to acclimate and get used to the assault she was receiving in both of her lower holes, and she theorized that Faust was Faust getting closer to her orgasm. Faust's cock throbbing and releasing the occasional jolt of electricity (which caused Rodya to tighten up, providing even more pleasure for the 2 dicks penetrating her) alongside pre-ejaculate fluid as it did so.
Shortly after this realization, Faust confirmed Rodya's theory. "F-Faust is approaching her climax." she stated, her thrusting pace becoming more rapid and irregular. "Inside, Fau. Please." Rodya responded to the question that hadn't been asked, and it was enough to push Faust over the edge.
Faust slammed into Rodion, pushing as hard as she could to fit the knot inside and after a brief struggle that couldn't have lasted more than 3 seconds, it found itself inside of her with an incredible (and extremely lewd) 'pop!' sound. Once it was inside, she felt so incredibly full, to the point where she noticed a small bulge in her tummy that served as a tiny outline of where Faust's penis was resting inside of her as the two prepared for the oncoming orgasm. When it finally came (after just a little bit of Faust grinding into her partner), Rodya felt the electricity that had been building inside of Faust alongside her pleasure release inside of her in tandem with Faust's orgasm, shocking her body into tensing up and milking every last drop of semen it could manage out of Faust.
It was immaculate, Rodya had never felt anything like it and couldn't wait for more. Every second she felt herself becoming more and more full of Faust's thick, potent seed to the point that the tiny little bulge in her tummy had grown just a little bit from how much there was.
Of course, Faust wasn't the only person fucking Rodion. Ishmael was stroking herself whilst Rodya came (since Rodya had become distracted by the pleasure and stopped doing it for Ishy..) and Don Quixote continued to pound her pussy. Rodion had cum several times by this point, too many back-to-back for her to keep track, she was a mess of pleasure, pain and any other sensation you could name. Once she had (somewhat) caught her bearings, she got back to attempting to pleasure Ishmael, who was at this point growing extremely impatient from not having a hole to fill. Rodya did her best to stroke the massive thing in front of her, but it was simply too big for her to effectively please whilst she was already so overwhelmed by every other sensation.
Ishmael's willingness to wait finally reached a breaking point just as Faust managed to pull herself free from Rodya. The sailor pushed the platinum blonde haired woman aside recklessly and carelessly attempted to impale Rodya onto herself, missing the first and second trust, leaving slight burns where the tip of her cock made contact with the Russian's flesh.
On the third thrust, she managed to get herself inside. Ishmael groaned with pleasure as she felt Rodya's body struggling to accommodate just how large she was, while Rodya let out a sound that was a mix of a moan, scream and sob due to the large object now invading her body.
Taking Faust's knot was already difficult for her body to manage, and Ishmael's cock at just the thinnest parts was just slightly smaller. It was easily wider when not taking specifically the smallest part and Rodya could feel her insides straining and shifting to attempt to accommodate the monster of a cock that wasn't even halfway inside of her.
She was sure at least something inside of her had been torn or broken by its size, but thanks to the fact that she'd equipped an E.G.O of her own that had healing effects, the injury quickly mended itself.
Don Quixote was still hard at work demolishing Rodya's pussy while Ishmael tore her body apart with every inch deeper she sank. Rodion had noticed the crackling of the air and static shocks again, she knew that Don Quixote wouldn't be able to hold herself much longer.
Don Quixote didn't offer nearly as much courtesy as Faust did, providing only a mighty howl for warning as she pushed herself inside of Rodya, knot and all, and began pumping her load into her partner.
Once again due to the electric stimulus, Rodya came on the spot, now definitely sure that she'd torn something inside of her from just how hard she'd clenched down on the objects already stretching her far beyond what should've been her limits, but she didn't care. She was far too busy writhing in pure, unfiltered ecstasy. She watched her womb expand with each pump of cum that Don Quixote poured into her as well as her stomach bulge out slightly more as Ishmael forced more of herself inside of Rodya.
Rodion's insides felt so hot, so incredibly hot. She was sweating profusely from the pure heat resonating from the object that perforated her entire being, and god did it hurt, it hurt so much, but it hurt in a way she'd never felt before, in a way that she *liked*.
Ishmael kept pushing her cock inside of Rodya, who's organs were literally being rearranged to accommodate the intrusion.
Eventually, Rodya felt something thicker pushing up against her poor abused hole and thought Ishmael had finally bottomed out, but when she looked down to admire it, she was completely and utterly terrified to see that she'd only reached around the 2/3 point. She looked back at Ishmael with a look of both terror and arousal (mostly arousal), which Ishmael simply responded to by flashing a grin and trying to push deeper.
Don Quixote managed to tear her knot out of Rodya, taking a moment to admire her handywork (which is to say Rodya's swollen belly from just how much Don Quixote pumped into her.) for a moment before sitting down. She had an idea she wanted to try.
Now that Don Quixote was out, Ishmael took the opportunity to switch Rodya's position, flipping her around so that she was face to face with Ishmael whilst the sailor fucked her. Rodya was light-headed, she could tell she'd lost blood internally despite the healing provided by the E.G.O she had equipped, and didn't know how much longer she could maintain consciousness at the current rate they were moving.
Ishmael slapped her across the face to get her attention, "Hey, look at me, slut." the demeaning words and treatment caught Rodya's attention, she looked towards Ishmael, who pointed down at Rodya's belly with the hand she wasn't using to hold her partner.
Rodya nearly fainted on the spot when she saw what Ishmael pointed to, her belly was stretched outward unnaturally far and she could see the outline of Ishmael's massive dick through the bulge because the bulge was glowing slightly.
The sight was unreal, Rodion had noticed that Ishmael's cock glowed slightly prior to the sailor actually putting it in, but it was evidently glowing even more than before, so much so that it was visible *through* her body.
Before she had time to fully process (and likely panic a little bit because of processing) that fact, she heard the sound of 2 other E.G.Os being equipped and felt the room become even hotter than it already was.
When she looked over, she saw Faust equipped with her Ardor Blossom Star E.G.O and Don Quixote equipped with her In the Name of Love and Hate E.G.O.
Faust was noticeably more slim when using the moth's E.G.O, taking on a more 'conventionally attractive' form featuring wide hips, a slim waist and large breasts. Additionally, she had 2 large wings entirely made of flame sprouting from her back that sent waves of warmth that ever so slightly healed Rodion each time they beat. Her hair was tied into 2 long ponytails with a flaming hair clip holding each together and her eyes had changed from their standard pale azure coloration to a fiery orange.
Faust's cock had once again changed, no longer canine in shape and instead taking the form of a long tentacle, around 10 inches in length. It was roughly the width of Faust's thumb at the tip, but no thinner than the cock Ishmael sported at the base.
Don Quixote, on the other hand, sported 2 reptile-like penises, both a bright pink at the tip, fading into a cyan base. The tip itself was flared, similarly to Ishmael's and the base had a knot, smaller than what she had before whilst using her Telepole E.G.O, but nothing to scoff at regardless.
Unlike before, Don Quixote inexplicably had the full outfit of the E.G.O on, complete with the cute hairpins that gave her 2 ponytails just like Faust.
Rodion couldn't take in all of that information, given the elephant in the room, but she didn't need to. Don Quixote took a pose and chanted something, causing Rodya to feel herself snap back to conscience.
Don Quixote gave herself a pat on the back before looking over to Faust, admiring her form.
They'd taken these E.G.Os to prevent Rodya from dropping dead because of how rough Ishmael was being (none of them wanted to have to explain that to Vergilius or Dante in a million years...), but the suppressed bloodfiend couldn't help but notice the scholar's beauty. "Dost though wish to continue our coital adventures with me whilst our partners dost so with eachother..?" she asked. Faust, after thinking for just a moment nodded her head in agreement.
Don Quixote was quick to make her move after obtaining consent, swooping Faust up with surprising strength and laying her on top of her bed, evidently the plan of not using her normal furniture for this having been abandoned at some point along the process.
Don Quixote positioned herself so that only one of her cocks would penetrate Faust, careful not to accidentally insert herself into the slit which Faust's newly acquired tendril cock had risen from.
After a short initial struggle to fit herself into Faust due to the fact that the tip was flared, but she managed (and much more gently than Ishmael had in her eagerness...)
Faust's smaller, more petite body didn't take as easily to penetration as Rodya's did, but due to the fact there were 3 healing E.G.O users in the room at the given moment, Faust was willing to bear the pain. "Please move faster, Don Quixote. I am sure I will be able to handle it." Faust said, her surprisingly calm tone and demeanor having returned since her orgasm had subsided minutes earlier. "A-Art thou sure?" the Knight asked, not fully sure she wouldn't injure her partner in the process. "Please." Faust pleaded in a tone Don Quixote had never heard from her, one of yearning and desire.
...And who would Don Quixote be to deny her that?
Don Quixote began to fuck Faust properly, as much as she could with Faust's un-prepared hole. Both she and Faust could feel the latter's body breaking under the force, yet at the same time by the time that Don Quixote pulled back to thrust back in, she couldn't feel the injuries anymore.
Slowly over time, Don Quixote got into a steady rhythm and Faust's body fully adjusted, allowing them to properly have intercourse.
Ishmael and Rodya hadn't improved very much, Ishmael had successfully bottomed out inside of Rodya and was now trying to get into a steady rhythm of pulling out partially and thrusting back in, but due to her immense size she found herself having trouble, occasionally getting stuck due to how tightly Rodion's body gripped onto her. She didn't care though, she just had to pull back a little harder and she'd manage.
Eventually she managed to get into a steady rhythm for breeding Rodya due to the brown haired woman's body finally relinquishing to the assault and ceasing its resistance.
Ishmael pushed in and out and in and out, watching Rodya's tummy become misshapen as she once again pushed inside and rearranged her organs into the shape of her.
Don Quixote and Faust continued their intercourse, Faust using her impressive control of her tendril cock to masturbate Don's top cock whilst the other penetrated her. The doubled stimulation felt incredible for Don Quixote, and as it turned out for Faust it felt quite pleasurable for her to use her new appendage in the manner that she had chosen to.
Faust could feel Don Quixote's penis kiss the entrance of her womb each time she thrusted in and knew that once the knight knotted her, she would be pumping sperm directly into Faust's womb. The thought was exhilarating, not that Faust would ever dare tell anyone about the fact that it aroused her so much.
Ishmael was approaching her orgasm, each and every thrust she pushed out tore Rodya apart just a little more despite all of the effort to prevent it. Each time Ishmael throbbed the bulge in her partners abdomen did too, and god was that hot to her. Rodion couldn't even tell whether or not she was cumming anymore, the constant barrage of pain and pleasure overloaded all of her senses so much that it didn't matter to her. She was going to milk Ishmael dry in one orgasm or so help her god she wasn't going to leave this room tonight. "C'mon, Ishy~ G-Give it to me.~ I know you- fuck- I know you're close~" she teased (practically begged, actually.), once again grabbing a hold of her conscience despite the constant stimulation ringing throughout her body.
Rodion's request was enough to send Ishmael over the edge, and with one final thrust and an incredible groan of pleasure, she began to dump her load into Rodya. Every pump of jizz came out scalding hot, burning Rodya's insides, it hurt so much and yet still, despite everything, felt so good. she could see her stomach glowing more and more as rope after rope of Ishmael's cum filled her. "fffuckk- that's it- take every last- gh- fuckin'- hhhah- drop, whore-" Ishmael said as she laid her claim over Rodya with her orgasm.
Each pump of sperm caused her balls to clench, and around halfway into her orgasm Ishmael began to pull out just slightly and slam herself back into rodion inorder to fuck her through her orgasm and push every little droplet of what she'd saved up for Rodya as deep as possible into her.
Don Quixote and Faust watched from where they fucked, the sight was incredible for them just as it was for the other participants and with Don Quixote already nearing orgasm, it was enough to push her over the edge.
The knight pushed herself into Faust fully, pumping what felt like gallons of sperm into her just as Ishmael was doing to Rodion, but on top of that the cock that wasn't submerged within the scholar also shot out rope after rope of jizz onto Faust's face, tummy, the bed, anything it could reach from the angle they were at, which faust simply opened her mouth to try and catch (to little avail because Don Quixote wasn't a great shot.)
Eventually, Faust came as well, further coating herself in her own sperm alongside that of Don Quixote.
Once the collective orgasm of the 4 sinners subsided (and the equipped E.G.Os faded), Ishmael, with her cock still buried deep inside of Rodya's ass, began to profusely apologize for having hurt her during the ordeal, as well as for her harsh words. "I'm so so sorry about that, I don't- I'm not sure what came over me. I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry-" Rodya was quick to respond (despite how much pain she was still in) "H-Hey, relax~! I kinda liked it! T-though you did definitely go a bit, er, overboard..." she tried to mostly wave it off, but Ishmael wasn't buying it (mostly because Rodya's tummy was bloated, hot to the touch and glowing.) and looked over to Faust and Don Quixote, who were cleaning eachother up (and contemplating how they'd go about cleaning the sheets, given the fact that they were absolutely covered in jizz just like the 2 lovers.)
"L-Look, Ishy, I promise its not that big of a deal. I can for sure tell you I liked the way you talked to me, if it helps." Rodya said, sitting up just slightly to look at the sailor more directly. "T-That's not- That isn't my main point, I hurt you, probably pretty badly. We're probably gonna have to get Dante."
"...shit."