"Main dish?" White looked confused. However, she quickly understood what he meant. That excited her.
"Yes, I'm ready," she said.
"Good girl," Arthur smiled at her.
He then laid her on the bed in a missionary position.
Arthur couldn't wait any longer and pressed his prominent penis against her vaginal entrance.
"Mmh~" White shivered, feeling the tip of his penis about to enter her wet vagina.
Without making her wait too long, Arthur slowly pushed the tip inside her.
"Ahh... Mm~" She moaned with pleasure and pain as Arthur's slowly entering penis stretched her tight, narrow opening. The sensation was incredible.
She bit her lower lip. Although Arthur was very excited and eager to screw her wildly, he knew he needed to be patient in situations like this.
He stopped inserting and slid his hand under her belly, reaching her clitoris. He began to caress and gently pinch it to give her pleasure. Meanwhile, his other hand did the same to her nipples.
"Nng~ hah~ Oh~"
After a while, the pain lessened, and as the stimulation of her clitoris and nipples took effect, she started to moan.
Seeing this, Arthur grabbed her waist and, with a vigorous thrust, more than half of his penis slid into her tight, wet vagina, breaking her hymen in the process.
Feeling the tightness inside, Arthur experienced divine pleasure once again. He closed his eyes to fully enjoy the sensation.
Slowly, Arthur withdrew his penis and,
Impulse!
He pushed it back inside her vagina once more.
"Ahh~ Ngh~"
She moaned as the pleasure hit her body.
Fwop! Fwop! Fwop!
Arthur gradually increased the speed of his thrusts but ensured only half of his penis entered each time.
"Nngh~ Ah~ Oh~."
White continued to moan seductively. Her insides began to contract around his penis, both of them feeling intense pleasure.
"Let's go!" Thinking it was time to fully penetrate her, he gripped her waist and penetrated without hesitation. His entire penis slid inside her tight, moist, and warm vagina.
"Ahhhh..." White moaned loudly once more.
Fwop! Fwop! Fwop!
"Mmhmmm~ Nngh~" White kept moaning.
Arthur continued to thrust forcefully and quickly while White released sensual moans.
After more than twenty minutes of continuous penetration, Arthur felt he was about to ejaculate.
"Ugh~ I'm going to come!" Arthur moaned.
"Yes~ Fill me up!" White hugged him tightly as she crossed her legs behind his back.
"Ohhh~ Hngh~."
Feeling his warm semen filling her inside, she reached orgasm for the third time in those twenty minutes.
After a few seconds, Arthur withdrew his little soldier from inside her and lay beside her.
"What did you think?" Arthur turned his face to look at her.
"It was a little painful at first, but very good," she said, leaning on his chest.
Arthur chuckled softly, lifted her chin, and kissed her on the lips.
---xXx---
POV - Arthur
One week.
Seven full days... and I still haven't decided if I survived or if I just became a permanent part of the Bunker bed.
Because, honestly...
2B and A2 almost killed me.
I thought I understood what White wanted when she asked to be "the first."
I thought I understood the level of desire and curiosity that a new human body could awaken in them after that night with White.
I was wrong.
Very wrong.
Fucking wrong.
White was intense, yes — but gentle, caring, and very passionate.
But 2B and A2...
They didn't come to discover.
They came to take.
And I, for some reason that probably involved pride and stupidity, thought I could handle both at the same time.
By the second day, I realized how big my mistake was.
2B was methodical, tireless, and... overly determined.
Every time she pulled me by my shirt, those blue eyes shining with desire and curiosity, I already knew I wouldn't get any rest anytime soon.
She didn't need to say anything.
The way she looked at me made her intentions clear.
And what she wanted... was everything.
A2, on the other hand, was pure wild instinct.
She didn't ask; she just took.
And when she decided she wanted me, whether in the laboratory, the bedroom, or literally shoving me against a wall, I had no choice but to devour her with the firmness she liked, at her rhythm.
And what a rhythm.
For some reason, the two decided it was a silent competition.
Who kissed me more.
Who marked me more.
Who took my breath away first.
And I?
I just tried to survive.
By midweek, I was waking up with a pain in my hips as if I had fought seven ogres at once.
And both of them appeared beside the bed with the same energy as always, as if they hadn't spent the entire night draining every last drop of me.
White, of course, watched all this from the sidelines.
With a satisfied little smile, arms crossed, and a dangerously playful gleam in her eyes.
"I warned you," she said, running her hand over my face while lying beside me. "Did you really think you could handle two enhanced versions of lust simultaneously?"
I could only mutter something incomprehensible.
On the seventh day, 2B and A2 finally seemed satisfied.
And I... I was sitting on the lab floor, back against the wall, slow breathing, trying to recover what little dignity I had left after being drained almost nonstop for the week.
When White approached and knelt in front of me, she smiled that dangerous way she always did.
"Hey, champ... you're alive?"
I blinked slowly.
Very.
Slowly.
White laughed.
"Ah, wonderful. They wore you out so much you're hardly fit to complain."
2B appeared behind, fully composed, as if she hadn't been a machine of passionate destruction all week.
"He's still functional, just... temporarily limited."
"LIMITED?!", White raised an eyebrow. "He looks like a boiled potato!"
A2, lounging in the corner as if nothing had happened, tossed a fruit into the air and caught it.
"He can handle it."
"Handle it?" White crossed her arms. "A2, if he could handle one more day of this, he'd ascend spiritually."
---xXx---
Arthur spent the next three days in what could only be described as a legitimate exhaustion coma.
Not a medical coma... but that state where you lie in bed, close your eyes, and your spirit simply takes a vacation.
White entered his room the next morning and found him face down, hugging a pillow as if drowning in it. He didn't even react when she opened the door.
"Good morning, fallen soldier," she said with a mischievous smile.
Nothing.
Not a movement.
Not a grunt.
It looked like he had been turned off at the switch.
White poked his foot.
Nothing.
Poked his shoulder.
Nothing.
2B appeared at the door, perfect as always, as if she had just stepped out of a perfume ad.
"Has he woken up?"
"2B, my dear, if he woke up now, I would call that a miracle," replied White.
A2 came right behind, chewing on something — nobody knew what, and nobody wanted to ask.
"Is he breathing?" A2 asked.
"He breathes, but only because his body has that automatic function."
The two watched Arthur with a curious expression, as if witnessing a rare natural phenomenon.
After a few seconds, A2 spoke:
"...Maybe we overdid it."
White widened her eyes and clapped purposely.
"No way! Seriously? I didn't even notice! Our guy turned into a spiritual entity of exhaustion, and you think maybe we overdid it?"
2B, on the other hand, maintained her calm stance, though the tips of her ears betrayed a slight embarrassment.
"I... didn't intend to harm him."
"Apparently, you didn't," muttered White. "But you left him in 'power-saving' mode."
A2 sighed.
"I thought he could handle it."
"A2, he handled it. That's what scares me," White said, crossing her arms. "You two just forgot one simple detail: you were attacking him all day, practically without a break."
2B tilted her head.
"So, should we wait until he's recovered?"
"Yes, wait until he's recovered, confident, rested... and maybe even traumatized enough to run when he sees you coming," White replied, patting A2 on the shoulder. "Just to add some excitement next time."
---xXx---
At the end of the third day, Arthur finally opened his eyes.
Slowly.
With the energy of someone who just resurrected in an Egyptian tomb.
'I've been from heaven to hell so many times this week I've lost count...' he thought.
"…What year is it today?" he murmured.
White, sitting beside the bed with a glass of water, responded:
"Calm down, mummy. Only three days have passed."
"…Only three?"
Arthur blinked, incredulous.
"I swear... I thought a month had gone by."
White stifled a laugh.
"I know, champ. I know."
At that moment, the door opened — and 2B appeared, followed by A2.
Arthur froze.
2B gave a small respectful nod.
A2 raised her hand in a casual "Yo."
He, in turn, whispered, "Back off, you Succubi," quietly.
White immediately threw herself back, laughing.
"AHAHAHAHA! That! That's exactly what I was waiting for! Instant trauma!"
"It's not trauma," Arthur defended, though without conviction. "It's just caution."
"Caution is just another word for fear," A2 commented with a mischievous smile.
2B approached.
"Don't worry. We'll wait until you're fully recovered before any... activity."
"Thanks," he replied, with his soul returning to his body.
A2 added, sharp as always:
"...But only until you walk without limping."
Arthur closed his eyes and took a deep breath, resigned to his fate.
White clapped.
"Very good! Now we have his physical, emotional, and spiritual recovery plan. That is: hydration, rest... and a safe distance from you two."
(End of Chapter)