R18* don't read if you are under 18 I hold no responsibility if you do
Ok here it is as promised please don't Roast me if it is bad just don't Read it. Hope you enjoy
Also should I have concession for actions taken in these chapters
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Varion's chest heaved as he gentlymove erza off to the side, lungs burning with the aftershocks of pleasure, but his body refused to slow down. The fire in his veins felt endless. He sat up slowly, eyes sweeping over the bed. Mira, Lucy, and now Erza were curled together on the side, breathing slow and heavy, bodies glistening and marked with the evidence of the intimate moment they'd shared. They were too spent to continue, eyes half-lidded with blissful exhaustion, soft smiles on their flushed faces as they watched him with quiet, loving satisfaction.
His gaze landed on Brandish.
She was still on her knees near the edge of the bed, green hair tousled and sticking to her damp skin, that trademark lazy smirk playing on her lips even now. Her eyes met his, dark with want, but she didn't move—waiting, teasing, daring him to take what he needed.
Varion didn't hesitate. He rose, hands sliding around her hips, and spinning her towards the center of the bed then he pushed her forward. Brandish let out a soft, surprised laugh that melted into a throaty moan as her face pressed into the pillow, ass raised high her back in a perfect arched position. The curve of her back arched beautifully, which accentuated her large breasts swaying beneath her as she settled into the new position.
He didn't tease. He lined himself up and thrust in deep with one smooth, powerful stroke. Brandish's moan was muffled by the pillow, her back bowing sharply as he filled her completely. She was soaked, still slick from watching the others, and the tight, velvet heat of her pussy welcomed him eagerly, clenching around every thick inch.
"Fuck… yes," she groaned, voice husky and low. "Harder, Varion. Don't you dare hold back tonight."
He didn't. His hips snapped forward, driving into her with deep, punishing strokes that made the bed creak beneath them. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, loud and obscene. Brandish's hands fisted the sheets, body rocking forward with every thrust, her full breasts swaying heavily. He kept one hand gripped tight on her hip, the other sliding up her spine to press her chest down harder into the pillow, holding her exactly where he wanted her—ass up, face down, completely at his mercy.
"Like that?" he growled, voice rough as he angled his hips to hit that perfect spot inside her again and again.
"Yes—right there ahhhhh—gods, you're so deep," Brandish panted, the words broken by every brutal thrust. "Don't stop… fill me up. I want to feel you leaking out of me for days."
Varion kept the relentless pace for long minutes, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing through the room. Brandish's moans grew louder, more desperate, her walls fluttering around him as she got closer. He changed the angle again, grabbing both her arms and pulling them back gently but firmly behind her. Brandish's upper body lifted off the bed, back arching sharply as he kept fucking her hard. He pulled her flush against his chest, one arm banded across her stomach and his hand went to pinch her clit, the other hand cupping her breast and pinching her nipple hard enough to make her cry out in pleasure.
Her head fell back against his shoulder, lips parted in a constant stream of breathy, filthy moans. "Varion—fuck—yes, just like that… I'm so close—"
Her pussy clenched around him like a vice as her orgasm hit. Brandish came with a sharp, surprised cry, walls spasming and milking him in tight, rhythmic pulses. The sensation dragged Varion over the edge right after her. He buried himself in her with a low, guttural groan and came hard, flooding her with thick, hot ropes of cum while still rocking into her through both their orgasms, grinding deep to push every drop as far inside as he could.
They stayed locked together for a long, panting moment, his cock still twitching inside her. Finally, he eased her down onto the bed with surprising gentleness, laying her carefully beside the others. Brandish collapsed with a satisfied, lazy smile, eyes already drifting shut, body limp and glowing with afterglow.
Varion turned, chest still rising and falling heavily.
Ultear was waiting on the edge of the bed, watching him with wide, dark eyes. For the first time that night, hesitation flickered across her face. She bit her lip, fingers twisting in the sheets.
"Varion… I don't know if I deserve this," she whispered, voice small. "After everything I've done… the pain I caused… maybe I should just—"
He didn't let her finish.
Varion moved fast, rough but controlled. One hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her forward hard enough to make her gasp. He pulled her flush against his chest, the other hand fisting in her dark hair and yanking her head back sharply. Ultear's eyes widened, a delighted squeal escaping her lips before it melted into a needy moan.
He crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her hard and deep, tongue sliding against hers with demanding hunger. Ultear melted instantly, returning the kiss with eager desperation, her hands clutching at his shoulders like she never wanted to let go.
Varion broke the kiss only long enough to growl against her lips, "You deserve this. You deserve everything tonight."
He pushed her onto her back in one smooth motion, spreading her thighs wide. Without another word he shoved his cock into her in a single, blistering thrust. Ultear's back arched off the bed with a loud cry, eyes fluttering as she took every inch.
He didn't give her time to adjust. His hand gently wrapped around her throat—firm, possessive, thumb pressing just under her jaw. He started fucking her at a blistering pace, hips snapping forward hard and fast, the wet sounds of their bodies meeting filling the room once more.
Ultear's eyes rolled back, a broken, ecstatic moan spilling from her lips. She was loving every second of it—her pussy clenched around him like a vice, hips bucking up to meet every brutal thrust, hands clutching at his back as if she'd die if he stopped.
"Varion—yes—harder—please—" she gasped, voice hoarse and needy. The slight edge of pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure had her trembling beneath him, body arching and shaking as she gave herself over completely.
Varion tightened his grip on her throat just a fraction and slammed into her even deeper. Ultear's whole body trembled, the mix of rough pleasure and the faint edge of pain pushing her straight toward the edge.
Varion's hand stayed firm around Ultear's throat, not squeezing hard enough to bruise but enough to make her feel claimed. He kept pounding into her at that blistering pace, hips snapping forward with wet, obscene slaps that echoed through the room. Ultear's eyes were glassy, lips parted in constant broken moans, her body trembling beneath him as she took every brutal thrust like she was made for it.
But he wanted more.
With a low growl he pulled out suddenly, drawing a needy whine from her throat. Before she could protest, he flipped her over onto her stomach. Ultear let out a delighted laugh—bright, surprised, and full of pure delight—as her face pressed into the sheets and her ass lifted instinctively for him.
Varion didn't waste a second. He grabbed a fistful of her dark hair, yanking her head back sharply to arch her spine. With his other hand on her hip he thrust back inside her in one hard stroke, burying himself to the hilt. The new angle made her cry out, the sound turning into a long, throaty moan as he started fucking her from behind.
The clapping noises were loud and rhythmic now—skin slapping against skin as he drove into her again and again. Ultear's back stayed arched perfectly under the pull of his hand in her hair, breasts pressed into the mattress, ass raised high to take him deeper.
"Harder, Daddy," she moaned, voice wrecked and shameless. "Fuck me harder—please—ruin me tonight. I need it. I need you to claim me and fill me until I can't walk tomorrow."
The words hit him like lightning. Varion snarled and gave her exactly what she begged for. His hips slammed forward harder, faster, the wet sounds growing louder as he pounded into her. Ultear's moans turned into desperate, filthy cries, her pussy clenching around him like she never wanted him to leave.
"Yes—yes, just like that—fuck your little slut harder, Daddy. You make it hurt so good—ah—!"
He kept one hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to leave marks.
Varion fucked her like that for long, relentless minutes, the bed creaking under them, until he felt the need to change the angle again. He pulled out, flipped her onto her side, and hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. Then he buried himself back inside her in one deep, powerful thrust.
Ultear let out a loud groan mixed with a whimper, her eyes widening. "Varion—fuck—you're too deep—ah—you just hit my cervix—"
The words only spurred him on more.
He growled and started slamming into her again, using the new position to drive even deeper, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every brutal thrust. Ultear's hands clutched at the sheets, body shaking as pleasure and the sharp edge of pain mixed into something perfect for her.
"Too deep—gods, it hurts so good—don't stop—please don't stop—"
Varion's pace never faltered. He kept her leg pinned over his shoulder, hips snapping forward hard and fast, the wet sounds even louder now. Ultear's moans grew higher, more desperate, her pussy fluttering wildly around him as another orgasm built fast.
The other girls murmured soft encouragement, their voices hazy with exhaustion and arousal.
Varion felt her start to clamp down, her walls squeezing him like a vice. He slammed in deep one final time, grinding against her cervix as he came hard, flooding her with thick, hot pulses of cum. Ultear cried out sharply, her own orgasm crashing through her at the same moment—her body convulsing, pussy milking him for everything he had while she whimpered and moaned his name like a prayer.
They stayed locked together, panting, his cock still buried deep inside her as the last tremors of pleasure faded. Varion gently lowered her leg and eased out, pulling her into his arms with surprising tenderness. Ultear curled against his chest, breathing hard, a blissful, fucked-out smile on her face.
The room was quiet now except for the soft sounds of breathing. Mira, Lucy, Erza, and Brandish were all curled together in a tired, satisfied pile, eyes half-closed as they watched him with love and contentment.
Varion looked at all five of them—his girlfriends, his family—and felt a deep, warm ache in his chest. This night had been everything they needed before he left.
He laid down in the middle of the group then pulled Ultear closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then reached out to stroke the others' hair or arms in turn.
"Rest now," he murmured, voice low and gentle. "We still have a little time before morning."
The girls hummed in agreement, bodies tangling closer around him as the lamplight flickered low.