Robin positioned herself above his still-hard, glistening length.
She bit her lip, lowering herself slowly. The feeling of him stretching her, filling her, was even more intense after her recent orgasm.
He was thicker than the last time, impossibly so. She sank down, down, until he was fully seated, and she gasped, her eyes flying open.
The head of his cock pressed directly against the deepest part of her, the entrance to her womb itself.
The sensation was so profound, so complete, it bordered on pain and tipped instantly back into blinding pleasure. She almost came again right then.
"M-move," Ragnar encouraged her with his hands on her hips.
She began to ride him, tentatively at first, then with growing confidence. Up and down, her inner walls gripping him tightly, her breasts swaying with the motion.
Isabella watched for a moment, then leaned over Ragnar, capturing his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, sharing the taste of him and Robin.
Then, with a mischievous grin, she shifted lower, replacing Robin's position at his face. She lowered her own soaked core onto his mouth, and Ragnar eagerly returned to his feast, his tongue delving into Isabella's, responsive depths.
Robin rode him, lost in the sensation of being so utterly filled, watching Isabella writhe above her as Ragnar's tongue worked its magic.
The room filled with the symphony of their pleasure: wet sounds, slapping skin, ragged breaths, and uninhibited moans.
Isabella came first, screaming into the pillow as Ragnar's tongue pushed her over the edge. Her contractions triggered Robin's own second climax, a deep, rolling orgasm that made her clamp down on Ragnar's shaft like a vise.
Feeling her tight, fluttering channel milk him, Ragnar followed with a roar, pumping another huge, hot load deep into Robin's womb, painting her insides with his seed.
For a few moments, there was only the sound of heavy breathing.
Then, Ragnar stirred. He gently lifted Robin off him, both of them slick with sweat and other fluids.
"On all fours," he instructed both women, his voice thick with renewed lust. "Faces down. Assess up. Now."
They exchanged a glance, a flash of mutual understanding and excitement. They moved in unison, turning and presenting themselves to him side-by-side on the vast bed.
Two perfect, rounded backsides were raised in the air, Isabella's full and lush, Robin's toned and shapely. The view was breathtaking.
Ragnar moved behind Isabella first. He positioned himself and, without ceremony, slammed into her from behind. Isabella cried out in joyous welcome, pushing back against him immediately.
He fucked her hardcore, his thrusts powerful and deep, the bed rocking with the force. He gripped her ponytail, using it as a rein, pounding into her with a rhythm that was purely animalistic.
Isabella loved it, meeting him thrust for thrust, her cries loud and filthy, urging him on. "Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Use me, Captain!"
After driving Isabella to the brink once more, he suddenly stopped. He pulled out of her, leaving her gasping and empty.
Robin, her face pressed into the sheets beside Isabella, felt the heat of him shift.
She felt the broad, slick head of his cock nudge against her own dripping entrance. She gasped, confused. She looked over at Isabella, who was still being… held?
But Isabella was panting, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her body still moving as if being penetrated.
"Wha…?" Robin managed.
Ragnar chuckled, a dark, pleased sound. He leaned over Robin's back, his lips at her ear. "For a long time, I've been experimenting with integrating my angel's abilities. Not just copying them, but truly wielding. Your Hana Hana no Mi… its principle of cloning limbs from any surface… it fascinated me."
Understanding dawned on Robin, even through her haze of lust. Her eyes went wide.
"Not long ago," Ragnar continued, his voice a sensual purr as he pushed just the tip into her, making her whimper, "I succeeded."
As he spoke, a second, identical, fully erect penis sprouted from the base of his own, from the junction of his thighs.
It was a perfect cock clone, sharing his nerve endings, this would basically be double pleasure for Ragnar. This second cock remained buried to the hilt inside Isabella, who moaned as she felt it twitch within her.
"I'm using your ability, my dear archaeologist," Ragnar whispered. "To clone my cock. So I can be inside both of you… at the same time."
With that, he pushed fully into Robin, sheathing his second cock inside her in one smooth, deep stroke. At the exact same moment, he thrust the original back into Isabella.
The effect was electric.
Both women screamed in unison. Robin's mind short-circuited. She could feel everything, the stretch, the burn, the incredible fullness of Ragnar impaling her.
But through the cloned connection, a ghost of sensation echoed from Isabella, the pounding rhythm, the angle, the deep, throbbing pressure.
It was as if she was being fucked twice over, in two different bodies, by the same magnificent, demanding man. She was feeling what Isabella felt, a psychic and physical feedback loop of pleasure.
"Oh, God! Ragnar!" Robin cried, her voice breaking.
"Fuck! Yes! Don't stop!" Isabella begged, her words slurred.
Ragnar began to move in earnest, a synchronized, powerful pistoning of his hips that drove both cocks deep into his waiting women.
The room was filled with the cacophony of their union: the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh, the creak of the bedframe, the overlapping, delirious cries of the two women.
He set a brutal, punishing pace, fucking them in perfect tandem, his hands gripping their hips, leaving fingerprints on their skin.
Robin was lost in a whirlwind of sensation. Every thrust into Isabella echoed in her own core. Every clench of her own muscles seemed to tighten around the cock inside Isabella.
It was an intimacy beyond anything she could have imagined, a sharing of pleasure so profound it felt like their souls were touching through him. She came again, a sobbing, wrenching orgasm that seemed to pull from the very depths of her being.
Isabella, feeling Robin's climax ripple through the shared connection, was pushed over her own edge moments later, her body seizing, her scream raw and endless.
Feeling both their channels convulsing around him, milking his twin shafts, Ragnar finally let go.
With a roar that shook the very air in the room, he emptied himself simultaneously into both women, flooding Isabella's and Robin's wombs with hot, abundant proof of his dominion and their shared ecstasy.
He collapsed between them, the cloned member dissolving into a shower of soft, golden petals, a whimsical, beautiful end to the manifestation of Robin's power.
The two women fell onto their sides, utterly spent, their bodies glistening, their minds blissfully blank.
Ragnar gathered them both, pulling the still-unconscious Nami close as well, creating a tangle of limbs, sweat, and satisfied exhaustion in the center of the enormous bed.