"Why are we out here again?" Fenrir asks.Serra, Azalabulia, and Nell have led him out to the nearest group of trees. They need privacy for their plan.
Unfortunately, Nell wasn"t able to think up anything too great. Most of her ideas had monsters or beasts threatening to ravage Azalabulia and Fenrir saving her at the very last minute. Then, aroused by a potential aphrodisiac, Azalabulia would need Fenrir to help calm her body down before she willingly tosses herself to the first feral creature that she could find.
The main problem with those plans was that Azalabulia refused to potentially get her first time stolen away by some monsters or beasts. She said that, had she not been virgin, she might have been able to go along with those plans, but she was also concerned about Fenrir seeing her a.s.sociated with any other male in general. Who"s to say that he wouldn"t find her disgusting if he even saw another c.o.c.k near her? That"s what she believes, anyway.
There was another problem with those plans. They required somehow not only finding a monster or beast that could realistically pose a threat to Azalabulia and pin her down or pick her up, but they would also need to somehow have an aphrodisiac ability that would arouse her.
It was far too specific much like all of Nell"s fantasies.
So, instead, Nell was forced to figure something else out.
"Close your eyes, my hero," Nell says.
"Wh-why?" Fenrir asks, suspicious about all of this.
"Please?" Nell asks, batting her eyelashes and looking up at him with eyes he can"t refuse.
He closes his eyes.
Less than a few seconds later and Serra has grabbed his wrists and tied them behind his back.
"What"s going on?" Fenrir asks. He kind of tries to break free, but not really. Why? Because this is sort of exciting.
The moment he starts to open his eyes, Nell shouts at him to keep them closed. Needless to say, he keeps them closed.
"Kneel," Serra says.
Her voice may not have sounded any different than it usually does, but it"s what she said that makes Fenrir think of her as some sort of haughty queen demanding a peasant around.
Fenrir kneels down and then it hits him.
Nell has been rubbing off on him. A few months ago, he"d probably never just randomly kneel down after being ordered to, and he definitely wouldn"t be picturing anybody as a queen and himself as some peasant being bossed around.
Nell"s imagination is powerful. If he"s already been this corrupted by it, does that mean that the rest of his girlfriends are getting corrupted by her as well? Are they all going to develop crazy fantasies as well?
Hopefully, they all develop fantasies similar to Nell"s where she"s submissive and obeying whatever a king demands her to do, wherein Fenrir plays the role of the king.
He could get behind all of his girlfriends wanting to fantasize about that.
But, he doubts that this is going to be s.e.xual at all. After all, Azalabulia is here.
They"re probably just playing some sort of prank on him or something like that.
Nell clears her throat and says, "Now, Fenrir, Serra and I have decided to have a contest!"
"What… what sort of contest?" Fenrir asks. "Do I really need to be tied up and blinded for it?"
"You do! And it is a kissing contest. We wish to know which one of us is a better kisser in a blind-kissing contest."
"You know I"m just going to say you"re both equally good kissers, though. And why"d you bring Aza here for it?"
"I am sure that you will find one of us better than the other! As for her presence, it is because we need a judge!"
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"Aren"t… aren"t I supposed to be the judge?"
"She will be making sure that everything is fair!"
"Couldn"t—"
"My hero, you worry far too much."
"That"s because this is extremely suspicious. This is one of your fantasies, isn"t it?"
"As I said, my hero, stop worrying about the details."
"Aza, you don"t have to go along with her plans if they make you uncomfortable," Fenrir says.
"It"s – it"s fine! I already agreed to judge, so… it – it would only be fair to keep my word!" Azalabulia says.
"See, my hero? It is fine!" Nell says.
"Yeah," Serra says, "it"s fine. Don"t question it."
Fenrir shrugs. It"s not like he"s going to say no to his girlfriends wanting to kiss him. It might be a bit awkward if he could see because then he"d be constantly reminded that Azalabulia is here, and kissing his girlfriends in front of a girl who he"s been told likes him would make him feel kind of bad, but… if she"s agreeing to this then it should be fine. Probably.
"Why now? We"ve got building to do. This is pretty random timing," Fenrir voices his final question.
His question doesn"t get an answer.
Instead, he feels somebody press their lips against his own.
Small, soft lips. The way they"re pressed against his own is gentle but lewd as a bit of tongue slips out between her lips to lick at his own lips.
Definitely Serra.
"I know it"s you, Serra," Fenrir says after her lips are pulled away.
"Dang," Serra says without actually sounding the slightest bit disappointed.
"You are not supposed to be paying so much attention!" Nell explains.
"I"ve kissed you both a bunch. I know whose lips are whose," Fenrir says.
"Then we will be more careful and restart!"
Fenrir really doesn"t get what"s going on. There"s no way that they could trick him.
Either way, that doesn"t stop him from enjoying this. He does like kissing his girlfriends. All he"s worried about is his erection getting to be too obvious. The downside of making his size enhanced in-game is that it"s harder to hide, so he has to position his leg in a way that should hopefully hide its obvious excitement.
Another pair of lips is pressed against his.
He can immediately tell that they"re Serra"s again. Only, this time, Serra takes it a step farther.
That thing that he was trying to hide from sight is now being rubbed by one of Serra"s small, soft hands.
They"d be able to see just how surprised he looks if it wasn"t for the blindfold. He knows that Serra is a pervert, but they"re still in front of Azalabulia! But… he"s really h.o.r.n.y now, and Azalabulia would have to be dating them instead of just him, so maybe this is fine.
"Next!" Nell says.
Serra pulls her lips away from him and stands up.
"You know, if you say "next" while I"m still being kissed, it makes it really obvious who I"m kissing," Fenrir says.
"My hero, my hero. How many times must I tell you to not worry?" Nell asks him as her voices gets closer.
Now it"s obvious that she"ll be up next.
"Just don"t stab me with your horns," Fenrir says and hears an audible pout come from her.
A few seconds pa.s.s.
"Making me wait for that? Fine, I"m sorry. I know you won"t stab me," Fenrir says.
"You better be!" Nell says, her voice coming from directly in front of him.
Her lips press against his.
Definitely Nell"s lips. They"re thicker than Serra"s are, but not by much, and the way that she kisses is extremely soft and slow.
"Next," Serra says after just a couple of seconds.
"Again, really obvious," Fenrir says after the other"s lips were pulled away.
"How was that, my hero?" Nell asks, her voice the closest to him.
"As good of a kisser as ever, Nell," Fenrir tells her.
"So, who is better?"
"You"re equal."
"Then it seems that more testing is in order!"
And so, they kiss for several more rounds. Back and forth, Serra and Nell take turns kissing Fenrir. Serra grows more erotic with every session of hers to the point where his excitement is extremely obvious to anybody whom can see him. She went from just rubbing and teasing his length over his pants to grabbing it and trying to pump it without removing a single layer of clothing.
As for Nell"s kisses, hers have grown slightly more intense, but she almost seems… hesitant? Fenrir isn"t sure, but he"s definitely putting in more work than Nell when it comes to their kisses.
Then he hears a sneeze off to the side.
That definitely wasn"t Serra"s sneezing. It sounded like Nell"s, but she"s kissing him, so it must have been Azalabulia. Apparently, they have similar sounding sneezes.
"You have a cute sneeze, Aza," Serra says.
Now that he"s thinking of Aza again, he can"t help but think of how awkward this has to be for her. He"s been kissing the others on and off for what feels like fifteen minutes now, and she"s been standing there without saying a single word. She"s just here to "judge" this kissing compet.i.tion.
Fenrir doesn"t really get it, but—
His blindfold slips down.
Azalabulia"s face is directly in front of him, her eyes closed, and her lips pressed against him.
Fenrir, without breaking off the kiss, turns his head just enough to look over at Serra and Nell.
They look away and scratch their heads before looking back at each other and running.