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The bedroom air was thick enough to taste. It smelled of lavender, sweat, and the heavy, undeniable scent of Rito's release.
Sachie lay collapsed on Rito's chest, her small body twitching with the aftershocks of an orgasm that had rattled her teeth. A thick, white mixture of Rito's seed and her own fluids leaked from the junction of their bodies, pooling on the futon sheets.
"Haah... haah... I'm... floating..." Sachie mumbled, her eyes unfocused and blissful.
Rito lay beneath her, his chest heaving. His dick, still buried deep inside Sachie, throbbed weakly. Even after such a massive release, he wasn't done. He was just waiting for the next.
Mikan knelt beside them, her hand resting on Rito's shoulder, her expression a mix of pride and lingering arousal.
"Good job, Sachie," Mikan whispered. "You took it all."
But Mami couldn't wait any longer.
She had been watching from the side, her body trembling, her own Sixth Seal aching with emptiness. Seeing Sachie so full, so messy, so fully claimed... it snapped the last thread of her restraint.
She crawled forward on her hands and knees.
"Onii-san..." Mami whispered.
Rito blinked, looking over at her. "Mami-chan?"
"Don't move," Mami pleaded. "Don't... don't pull out yet."
She crawled right up to them. She didn't go for Rito first. She went for Sachie.
Mami leaned down and captured Sachie's lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
"Mmph!" Sachie's eyes widened, then fluttered shut as she melted into the contact.
Mami kissed her deeply, her tongue sweeping Sachie's mouth. She tasted the sweat on Sachie's lip, the mint of the toothpaste, and the faint, salty tang of Rito's pre-cum that Sachie had swallowed earlier during the foreplay.
Mami pulled back, a string of saliva connecting them. "You taste like him," she whispered enviously.
Then, she moved down.
Rito made to pull out of Sachie, mindful of the mess. "Wait, let me get a towel—"
"No!" Mami cried out, grabbing his wrist with surprising strength. Her eyes were dark, swirling with an obsession that bordered on madness. "Towels will waste it."
Rito slid out of Sachie with a wet schloop. A gush of white fluid followed, coating his semi-soft shaft and dripping onto his thighs.
Mami didn't flinch. She didn't look disgusted. She looked like she was looking at a feast.
She lowered her head.
"It's mine now." she murmured.
She began to clean him. Not with a cloth, but with her mouth.
She licked the head of his cock, swirling her tongue to catch the fluids leaking from Sachie. She hummed with pleasure, the taste of Rito's seed mixed with Sachie's juices hitting her tongue like ambrosia.
"M-Mami-chan!" Rito gasped, his hips bucking as her hot mouth enveloped him. "That's... that's no good!"
"It's fine," Mami said against his skin, looking up at him through her lashes. Her face was flushed, her lips glistening with him. "I want everything, even what you gave her."
She licked down the shaft, cleaning him with long, languid strokes. She cleaned his thighs, chasing every droplet. She was meticulous, desperate, treating his body like a holy relic that needed to be polished.
Rito stared down at her.
He saw the way she looked at him, from below, subservient, hungry. He saw the way she didn't just accept his mess, but craved it.
Lust filled his mind, and something in Rito shifted.
The gentle onii-san receded. A darker, heavier instinct rose to the surface. The instinct of the Harem King who realized his subject wanted to be dominated.
He reached down. He didn't pet her hair this time. He placed his large hand on the top of her head, his fingers gripping her skull firmly.
"You like that?" Rito asked, his voice dropping to a low, commanding rumble.
Mami shivered. She leaned into his hand, pushing back against his grip like a cat. "Yes... I love it... I love tasting you..."
"Good," Rito growled. He kept his hand on her head, holding her in place as she finished cleaning him. "Then, make me clean, Mami. Don't miss a drop."
Mami let out a whimper of pure delight at the command. She redoubled her efforts, sucking harder, her devotion bringing the royal scepter back to full, rock-hard attention in seconds.
"That's enough," Rito said, pulling away from her mouth.
He sat up. Sachie rolled to the side, curling up next to Mikan, both of them watching with wide eyes.
Rito grabbed Mami by the waist. She was light, pliable in his hands.
"Lie down," Rito ordered.
Mami went to lie on her back, spreading her legs, but Rito stopped her.
"No," he said. "On your stomach."
Mami blinked, then obeyed instantly. She rolled onto her stomach, burying her face in the futon. She stuck her bottom in the air slightly, waiting.
"Flat," Rito corrected. "Flat on the bed."
Mami flattened herself out. She lay prone, her arms spread, her legs slightly parted. She looked small against the vast expanse of white bedding.
Rito moved over her.
He didn't kneel behind her. He lay down on top of her.
He covered her completely. His chest pressed against her back, his legs tangling with hers. He was significantly larger and heavier than she was. The weight of him pressed her into the mattress, squeezing the air from her lungs.
"Oof..." Mami gasped.
"Am I too heavy?" Rito whispered into her ear.
"No..." Mami breathed, her voice trembling with excitement. "It's... perfect. I feel... crushed."
She felt surrounded, and enveloped. For a girl who always felt invisible, this was the ultimate treat. She couldn't move. She couldn't escape. Everywhere she felt, she felt Rito. His heartbeat thudded against her spine, a heavy, steady drumbeat that synced with her own.
"I've got you," Rito murmured, his arms wrapping around her chest, trapping her arms underneath. "You're not going anywhere."
"Don't let me go," Mami begged. "Now crush me, onii-san. Make me feel it."
Rito shifted his hips. He found her entrance from behind. It was wet, ready, and waiting.
He didn't tease. He didn't ask. He just pushed it.
Shluck.
He entered her from behind, the angle creating a deep, grinding friction.
"Ahhh!" Mami cried out into the pillow.
Because she was flat on her stomach, there was nowhere for the energy to go. Rito's thrusts didn't just push her; they ground her into the bed. He filled her completely, his cock stretching her tight, hitting the deepest walls of her womb.
Rito began to move. It wasn't the bouncing rhythm he had used with Sachie. It was a slow, heavy, rolling grind. He used his body weight to pin her down, driving himself in deep and holding it there, letting her feel the sheer mass of him.
"You're mine," Rito whispered, biting the nape of her neck gently. "You aren't a background character, Mami. You're right here. Under me."
"Yes... Yes!" Mami gasped, her eyes rolling back as she drowned in the sensation of his weight. "I'm here! I'm yours! I'm your doll! Use me!"
Sachie crawled over to the head of the futon. She lay down in front of Mami, face-to-face.
"Mami-chan," Sachie whispered, reaching out to stroke Mami's sweaty hair. "Look at me."
Mami opened her eyes. They were hazy, filled with a dark, swirling lust. She saw her best friend smiling at her. She felt Rito heavy and hard on her back, filling her up. She felt Mikan's hand on her ankle, grounding her.
"Take it," Sachie encouraged, leaning in to kiss Mami's nose. "He's so deep inside you."
"He is..." Mami choked out. "It's... it's so heavy... I love it..."
Rito increased the pressure. He ground his hips down, the motion massaging her insides.
"Tell me," Rito commanded, his lips brushing her ear. "Tell me what you are."
"I'm... I'm your wife..." Mami gasped. "I'm your... messy... little... doll..."
"That's right," Rito growled.
He pulled back and thrust forward, the wet thwack of their bodies echoing in the room. Mami screamed, her voice muffled by the pillow, her body arching under his weight.
She was pinned, possessed, and perfectly happy.
…
After a while, Rito pulled back from the prone position. Mami let out a whine of loss, reaching back for him, but Rito caught her waist.
"Not yet," Rito's voice was low, vibrating with dominance. "I want to see your face."
He flipped her over effortlessly. Mami gasped as the world spun, landing on her back on the soft futon. She looked up at him, her hair splayed out like a halo, her face flushed and messy with sweat and saliva.
Rito didn't let her relax. He grabbed her ankles.
"Up," he ordered.
He pushed her legs back, bending her knees until they were pressed against her ears. It was the Folded Press, a position of total exposure and helplessness. Her small body was folded in half, her hips lifted off the mattress, presenting her wet, swollen entrance to him like an offering.
"O-Onii-san!" Mami squeaked, feeling the stretch in her thighs. "I'm... I'm so open..."
"You're perfect," Rito growled, looming over her.
He looked down. From this angle, he could see everything. The pink flush of her skin, the way her chest heaved, the desperate twitch of her pussy waiting for him. She looked like a doll he had arranged for his pleasure.
Mikan and Sachie crawled over to the head of the futon. They sat on either side of Mami's head.
"We've got you," Mikan whispered, taking Mami's right hand.
"Take it, Mami-chan," Sachie encouraged, taking her left hand. "Show us how much you love it."
Mami squeezed their hands, grounding herself. She looked up at Rito, her eyes wide, swirling with a dark, submissive hunger. She wasn't scared; she was ecstatic.
"Please..." Mami begged, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Break me, ruin me, and make me yours again."
Rito's eyes darkened and surged with a possessive heat.
He grabbed her hips to hold her steady. He lined himself up.
Shwack.
He drove into her.
Because she was folded, the depth was impossible. He hit the absolute limit of her canal instantly, his broad head pressing against the entrance to her womb.
"NGGGH!" Mami choked, her eyes rolling back. "Too... deep...!"
"Look at me," Rito commanded, gripping her chin with one hand while he held her hip with the other. "Don't close your eyes. Watch me fuck you."
Mami forced her eyes open. She saw Rito above her, sweaty, intense, and powerful.
Rito began to pound.
Thwap-Thwap-Thwap.
It was brutal. It was possessive. He drove into her with long, heavy strokes, using the leverage to grind against her deepest spot. Every thrust shook her small frame.
"Yes! Yes! Onii-san!" Mami screamed, her voice raw. "I'm... I'm just a toy! Use me! Use Mami!"
"You're my wife," Rito corrected, slamming down hard. "My obedient, messy little wife."
"Yes! Your wife! Your doll! Fill me up again!"
Thwap-Thwap-Thwap.
The room was filled with the wet, slapping sound of skin on skin.
Rito was relentless. He could feel Mami's internal muscles clamping down on him, trying to milk him, begging for the seed.
The pheromones were suffocating. Mami's scent, sweet, milky, and intensely aroused, mixed with his own musk to drive him over the edge.
"Mami..." Rito groaned, his pace quickening to a blur. "I'm... I'm at the limit!"
"Do it!" Mami wailed, her legs trembling against her ears. "Make me pregnant! Make me full of onii-san! I want everything!"
"Take it!"
Rito grabbed her hips, pulling her onto him as he thrust upward with everything he had. He buried himself to the root, crushing her against the mattress.
SPLURT.
The release was explosive.
Thick, hot ropes of seed fired directly against her cervix, flooding her womb with a pressure that felt like it was expanding her very soul.
"AAAAHHEEEEE!" Mami screamed, her face contorting into a classic ahegao, eyes crossed, tongue out, completely broken by pleasure.
SPLURT-SPLURT-SPLURT!
Rito kept pouring. The volume was immense. Mami's stomach distended visibly, a round bump forming instantly as he filled every millimeter of space inside her. Excess fluid bubbled out around the base, dripping down her buttocks onto the sheets.
And then, the magic answered the obsession.
On her lower abdomen, right over the bulge of Rito's climax, the Sixth Golden Heart Seal, already etched into her skin, erupted with light.
It didn't just glow; it flared. It pulsed with a blinding, heavy rhythm, reacting to the sheer volume of affection and seed Rito was pouring into her. It confirmed the bond was stronger than ever.
Rito collapsed forward, his weight crushing her into the futon. He stayed there, buried deep, letting the aftershocks ripple through them both.
Mami lay there, twitching, completely overwhelmed. Her mind was blank, whited out by the feeling of being absolutely, undeniably full.
"Full..." she gurgled, saliva dripping from her chin, a messy, blissful smile on her face. "So... full..."
Slowly, the haze began to lift.
Rito blinked, his breathing ragged. The pheromone cloud on his mind dissipated, and the adrenaline faded.
He looked down.
He saw Mami beneath him, legs pinned back, face messy with drool and sweat, eyes rolled back, completely wrecked.
The Harem King vanished, and our regular Rito returned.
His eyes widened in horror. His face turned a bright, panic-stricken red.
"A-Ah!" Rito gasped, scrambling to pull out, though he was careful not to hurt her. "Mami-chan!"
Schloop.
He pulled free, a gush of fluids following him. He quickly covered himself with a hand, looking frantically at Mami's dazed face.
"I... I'm so sorry!" Rito stammered, hovering over her, hands fluttering nervously. "I lost control! I didn't mean to be so rough! I... I pinned you down and... and..."
He looked at her folded legs and quickly reached out to gently lower them, straightening her out on the futon.
"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Rito asked, his voice filled with genuine worry. "I got carried away... I shouldn't have treated you like a doll... was it too much? Did I do something you didn't like?"
Mami blinked, her eyes slowly focusing on his panicked face. She felt the fullness in her belly, the soreness in her hips, and the lingering heat of his possession.
She smiled, a wide, dreamy, utterly satisfied smile.
"It was perfect..." Mami whispered, reaching up to grab his hand and nuzzle it against her cheek. "You didn't do anything wrong, onii-san. You ruined me... just like I wanted."
Rito let out a long, shaky breath, his shoulders slumping. "Oh... thank god. I thought I made a mess of you."
Mikan leaned over, wiping a bit of drool from Mami's chin with a tissue. "She's tough, Rito. She loved every second of it."
"I really did..." Mami sighed, closing her eyes. "I'm never washing this feeling away."
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