Ethan lasted exactly four minutes of peace.
Four minutes of lying in the wreckage of his bed, Tifa on his left (her milk-heavy tits leaking warm rivers across his chest while she whispered apologies into his ear), Lara on his right (grinding her still-dripping pussy against his thigh, murmuring "mine" every time Tifa got too close to his mouth).
Then it started.
Tifa's hand slid down Ethan's stomach, fingers wrapping possessively around his half-hard cock.
Lara's eyes snapped open.
"That's my cock," she hissed, voice velvet and venom.
Tifa didn't even look at her. "He came in me first this morning," she cooed, stroking Ethan slow and worshipful. "That means it's my turn again."
Lara sat up so fast her tits nearly took Ethan's eye out. "You absolute dairy cow, I was literally riding him when you kicked the door down."
Tifa finally turned, crimson eyes narrowed. "And I've spent six years bullying him. I have six years of orgasms to make up for. Back. Off."
Ethan tried to speak. "Guys—"
They both shushed him in perfect unison, then glared at each other harder.
The air in the room thickened, charged, like the moment before a lightning strike. Ethan felt it on his skin: two goddesses of pure sexual devotion about to collide over who loved him more.
Lara moved first.
She lunged across Ethan's body, tits swinging like wrecking balls, and tackled Tifa off the bed. They hit the carpet with a wet slap of flesh on flesh (four enormous breasts squishing together, milk and pussy juice smearing everywhere). For one stunned second Ethan thought they were actually fighting.
Then he realized: they weren't trying to hurt each other.
They were trying to out-worship.
Lara pinned Tifa's wrists above her head, grinding her cunt against Tifa's thigh while snarling, "I'm going to make him cum so hard he forgets your name."
Tifa arched up, massive milky tits smothering Lara's face, and moaned, "Good luck, ponytail. I'm literally lactating for him. Watch this."
She squeezed her own breasts. Twin jets of warm milk shot straight into Lara's open mouth.
Lara choked, swallowed, then moaned like she'd just tasted heaven. Her eyes rolled back for a second, pupils blown wide. "Fuck… that's cheating…"
Tifa grinned, wicked and adoring. "Everything for Ethan is fair."
They rolled again, a tangle of limbs and curves, until Tifa had Lara face-down on the carpet. She yanked Lara's hips up, spread those khaki-clad cheeks, and dove in tongue-first. Lara screamed into the rug, ass clapping as Tifa ate her out like a starving woman.
Ethan sat up, cock throbbing painfully, unable to look away.
Lara came in thirty seconds flat, squirting all over Tifa's face. Tifa licked it up greedily, then flipped Lara onto her back and straddled her face.
"Your turn, tomb raiding slut," Tifa panted. "Show me how much you love him by making me squirt on his carpet."
Lara grabbed Tifa's obscene ass with both hands and went to work. The sounds were obscene: wet slurps, muffled moans, milk dripping everywhere. Tifa's head fell back, long black hair pooling on the floor, and she locked eyes with Ethan.
"This is for you, baby," she whimpered. "We're competing to see who can be the best toy for you. Whoever makes the other cum more gets to carry your first baby."
Ethan's brain blue-screened.
Lara's muffled voice came from between Tifa's thighs: "Dream on, cow, I'm winning."
They kept going.
They wrestled each other into every position imaginable, each one more pornographic than the last, always, always talking about Ethan.
Tifa scissoring Lara so hard the bedframe rattled, screaming, "Feel how wet I am for him? This pussy was made to milk his cock!"
Lara on her knees behind Tifa, three fingers buried in that dripping cunt while she sucked milk straight from the tap, growling, "I'm going to edge you until you beg me to let you watch him breed me first!"
They used toys that hadn't existed five minutes ago (double-ended dildos, vibrating plugs, a fucking machine that materialized in the corner and started whirring threateningly). They tied each other up with Lara's climbing rope and Tifa's suspenders, taking turns sitting on the other's face until someone tapped out from overstimulation.
Every orgasm was dedicated to Ethan.
Every scream of pleasure ended with his name.
And Ethan just sat there, cock painfully hard, pre-cum dripping in a steady stream onto his stomach, completely overwhelmed.
Hours blurred.
The carpet was soaked. The walls were splattered. Milk and squirt formed actual puddles. Both women were glowing with sweat, hair wild, makeup ruined, bodies trembling from the tenth or eleventh orgasm each.
Finally Tifa collapsed on her back, chest heaving, milk pooling beneath her.
Lara crawled over her, victorious smirk wobbling because she was just as wrecked.
"Say it," Lara panted.
Tifa looked up at her, then past her, straight at Ethan. Tears (actual tears) welled in her crimson eyes.
"We're both his," she whispered, voice raw. "We'll never stop fighting over who loves him more… but we'll never hurt each other either. Because hurting you would hurt him."
Lara's face softened. She flopped down beside Tifa, reaching out to lace their fingers together.
"Truce," Lara murmured. "For now."
Then, in perfect sync, they both turned to Ethan.
He was shaking.
They crawled to him on hands and knees, leaving wet trails across the floor, and knelt on either side of his legs.
Tifa spoke first, voice trembling with devotion. "We're sorry, baby. We got carried away."
Lara nuzzled his thigh. "We just love you so much it makes us stupid."
Together, they lowered their heads and took his cock between their lips (one tongue on each side, sliding up and down in perfect unison, eyes locked on his the entire time).
Ethan lasted eight seconds.
He came with a broken cry, painting both their faces in thick ropes. They moaned like it was the greatest gift they'd ever received, licking him clean, licking each other clean, then kissing over his spent cock so he could watch his cum swap between their mouths.
When it was over, they curled around him again (Tifa in front, Lara behind), sandwiching him in warm, soft, possessive flesh.
"No more fighting today," Tifa whispered, kissing his forehead.
"Tomorrow, though," Lara added, biting his ear gently, "I'm destroying her pussy again."
Tifa grinned against his chest. "We'll see, thief."
Ethan closed his eyes, trapped in the safest, most terrifying embrace of his life.
Somewhere outside, another person who once knew Ethan's name felt the first stirrings of heat between their legs.
The war for who adored him most had only just begun.
And Ethan was never, ever going to be lonely again