I woke up in bed with Sophia and Rose once again. I took a moment to adjust from the events of last loop, then looked at both of them.

For it is human nature to deny themselves happiness, to fear change and make excuses for not grasping what they really want, even when it is right in front of them. Right, in, front of them.

Shut up, ghostly voice. Maybe I would respect you if you were symbolic for a past or future version of myself trying to give guidance, rather than being a slut's thinly veiled metaphor for herself. I mean, I wasn't even "not grasping" them or whatever. I was fine with them being in my bed. I woke them up with increasingly romantic kisses. I generously allowed Sophia to suck my dick. I played a bit hard to get at times, sure, but that was just a detached irony thing. I had admitted my attraction to them and everything. The only thing that could feasibly be framed as me "fearing change" was just my hesitance towards Crossing the Line with them. Was the ghostly disembodied voice granting me wisdom really going to imply that sex was the key to true love? That our love wasn't true until we had hot, sweaty sex in a moment of passion? That our romance was dead and inert until I made them cum 9001 times from my level 100 Sex skill?

There is no question harder for the average man to ask than 'What will make me happy?', and no answer harder to follow. We willfully deny ourselves happiness and understanding at every turn...

Fuck you, wise ghost. Fine.

I tilted my head to look at Rose to the best of my ability. It felt like my lust was getting stronger with each loop, and by this point I was barely in control; if waking up to her delicious curves accentuated by tight bed clothes wasn't enough, the sweet scent that radiated off her finished the deal. Just smelling her made me want to climb on top of her and go to absolute town (after getting full + legal consent). The effect her smell had on me was so strong I would almost think she had planned it out, but that was just evidence of how twisted one's mind became when horny. It would be beyond egotistical to look at a hot sweaty girl and think "yeah, she got sweaty while sleeping for my sake, and not as part of her natural bodily reaction to sleeping under warm covers." Not everything hot girls did was to please or arouse me. They had their own rich, internal lives.

But either way, I was reaching my breaking point. It felt like the world itself was pushing me to abandon my resistance towards sex. There was even a wise disembodied voice telling me to get my ass up and go fuck the girl. Some people had ghostly figures teach them about important morals and ways of life, but mine just said "you go fuck that girl this instant." And with each time I woke up next to Rose and Sophia, I found it harder to see why I wasn't doing just that. Especially thanks to the lesson that Medea, the ghostly slut of the distant past, had imparted upon me. Who cares about the loop?

Just do it. They care about the now. Not a theoretical future loop.

I snapped out of my monologue to realize that while pondering Rose's irresistible smell I had ended up with my face buried in her breasts, nestled completely within the cleavage the openness of her tank top provided. I went to lean away, but to my surprise I realized Rose was holding me down, or rather, she was stroking my hair with a firm hand that happened to prevent my head from moving upwards. I tried to look at her out of the corner of my eyes, but all I could see was the flash of a small smile in my peripheral vision. She was... humming, it sounded like? A lullaby? Maybe she thought I had clung to her after a bad dream or something.

"Rose," I said, speaking into her cleavage. Her delicious, perfect, intoxicating cleavage.

"Yes?" she asked, stroking my hair.

"Is this normal?"

"Of course. There is no taboo against physical contact, especially for those in love. My bosom is always yours to weep upon."

I thought for a second. The sweet smell was invading my head and stirring around my brain. I was caught in a miasma, and that miasma's name was Rose.

"Rose," I said.

"Yes?" she asked, letting go of my head so I could be free. I sat up, as did she. We faced each other.

"Is sex normal?"

"Of course," she replied. "Sex is extremely normal, and to be encouraged. You know, Malcador, I think I have noticed that you have the most bizarre hang-ups when it comes to normal sexual behavior."

"You think so?"

"Yes. You have this bizarre resistance to it, like it is something sacred, and something that must be done sparingly. You have all manner of rules and negative reactions when it comes to invitations of casual sex. I believe that line of thinking is unhealthy. Sex is normal, and is best done often. Very often," she said. I felt like her pupils were visibly dilating as she spoke. "Would you like my opinion?"

"Sure. You're the most normal girl I know," I replied. I could count on Rose to lead me down the right path. Over all the loops she had been the perfect model of a girl with normal, healthy romantic inclinations. What would I be if I didn't trust her when the chips were down? What would I be if in a fit of paranoia I delusionally considered every girl I knew to be a secret slut plotting ways to get in my pants while just pretending to be normal to the best of her ability so I would let my guard down? It was ridiculous. Now was a time for trust. "Let me hear your thoughts."

"It feels to me that you are about to explode from the tension that your reservation towards sex is creating. I fear for your health and wellbeing. At this rate, you may snap. But there is still time to recover. As a solution, I suggest that we should start having sex to normalize it to a more healthy state within you. It will be a long and difficult road, I imagine, but I will help you through this. I will gladly sacrifice myself upon the altar in the name of curing you of your trauma. We can get through this together, if only you're willing to heal," she concluded, speaking quickly.

"You think so? It's really that bad?"

"Yes. It pains me to see you suffering like this. We need to have sex, soon."

Damn. I played off my reservations towards sex as a joke a lot, but apparently the stress was really showing on my face. Once again I was reminded how lucky I was to have a girl like Rose who genuinely cared about me and was willing to put herself through uncomfortable situations for my sake. Thinking about it, sleeping with Rose really did seem like the best path forward. I had put up a lot of shields around my heart and dick after elf city traumatized me with sluts. If I had been open to sex in elf land, I would've been fucked to death in minutes. They forced me to put up walls. I just hadn't taken the walls back down after we left, and the pressure built up inside. What I needed was a normal, not-slutty girl to ease me into viewing sex as a normal thing again, and Rose was perfect for that. Wow. I really was a lucky guy. To think Rose would be perfectly positioned to serve as a sexual outlet for me after weeks of sexual tension driving me crazy due in part to her sleeping in my bed at night while sweaty and lightly clothed. What would I do without her? I shuddered at the thought of how lost amid a sea of crafty sluts I would be without her.

"Okay. You have a point. We ca—" I began, only for Sophia to bite my arm. "Ow, what the fuck?!"

I turned to look at her. She was wearing a dark frown while sinking her teeth into my arm.

"Didn't I cancel the dog order? Holy shit," I said, and as I spoke she started licking my arm rapidly while shaking her head a bit, like a dog playing with a toy. What the fuck. Was this simply the only communication she could do while refusing to speak? Instead of voicing her concerns, she expressed "I'm mad" with a bite and then "But I still love you" with the licking? What the fuck. I was literally having to learn to commune with dogs like the fucking slut whisperer due to how slutty elves were. Holy shit.

I turned to look at Rose. Sure, she was a bit sweaty and breathing a bit hard with dilated pupils and visibly hard nipples, but that was just how people looked when they woke up. Morning nipples, google it. She was like an oasis amid a desert of sluts. She wouldn't bite my arm like a dog. She was the one normal girl here. The one normal girl I had direct permission to cry into the bosom of. The one normal girl who saw my stress from all the sluts and offered me a way out with my sanity intact.

"You know what," I said aloud. "I feel pretty good. Thanks, Rose. I owe you everything."

Sophia bit harder. To be honest, it didn't actually hurt that much. She was kind of like a puppy. But her displeasure was made clear. I didn't know what to tell her though.

"You and I could be having this adult conversation too if you weren't such a ridiculous slut, Sophia." I reached down and flicked her clitoris. She shuddered in possibly a mini-orgasm and let go of my arm, giving me an opportunity to pick her up and set her on the ground by the bed. She snarled a bit. It occurred to me she was probably actively roleplaying as a dog because I had once ordered her to bark and then described it as hot. Once again, considerations of female autonomy shook me to my core. This wasn't just insane elf behavior. She had dissected some of my sexual preferences from a single moment of weakness and was exploiting that fact to attack my dick. She was exploiting the instinctual human urge to domesticate dogs in an attempt to get me to domesticate her elf pussy with my human dick. And it was working.

I had to have sex. I had to fuck them.

I put a hand on my forehead. It felt like I had lost a game of chess, somehow. A game of chess I hadn't even known I was playing. But this bed, this autosave, this loop... The thought of how different things would be if Rose and Sophia weren't in my bed when I woke up was actually staggering. What if I had kicked Sophia out of my bed the first time she slipped in? What if I had ensured Rose couldn't slip into my bed after she hit the Obsession milestone or something, right before I had to do 156 loops? I knew one thing for sure: I would still have my anti-sex elf walls at full height. But now here I was, so horny that an innocent woman like Rose had to offer herself up to have sex with me just to keep me from blowing up with tension. The pieces had been put into place. The game had been played with my purity at stake. And I lost. I didn't even know who I had been playing with. I felt there had to be someone. Some cold, rational individual with the brains to stealthily manipulate me from the shadows. Manipulate me onto the path they wanted. This horny, horny path. But who?

I looked at Rose. Sweet, sweet innocent Rose. The one normal girl in my harem. Whoever this shadowy figure was, they had thrown Rose under the fucking bus. She was the one who ended up being stuck having sex with me, while the shadowy figure got away scott free. I would likely never find out who they were. The identify of this chess mastermind that had played me like a fiddle and forced me down this road of sex. But there was no point worrying about it now. It was time to face the future.

"Okay," I said.

"Okay?" Rose asked, cautiously.

"We can have sex," I said, and Rose was already speedily pulling her tank top off over her head. "Wait!" I said. She stopped, bare-chested, her boobs having spilled out of the tight tank top already.

"What?" she asked, breathing hard.

"Uuuh," I replied, my eyes stuck on her rising and falling breasts. How were they so perfect? It was literally like someone had measured my ideal boob size down to the half centimeter. Perfectly shapely. Not too big or too small. Just perfect in size and shape. Even her areolae were the right size, forming a nice bumpy contrast with her flawless tanned skin. "Not right this instant. I mean, Sophia's here."

I turned to look at Sophia, but... She had dragged a chair over? She was sitting on the chair, her legs spread, hand ready above her crotch. I looked at her. She looked at me. I frowned. She scowled, and jerked her head to the side a few times, as if signaling 'turn around and do what you're gonna do, bub.' I... I didn't know enough about dog psychology to understand this.

I turned back around, my thought process being that if I couldn't see her she would cease to exist. It was a bit of a logical leap but it was my only way out here.

"Reservations against sex aside, do you really want our first time to be in a dead loop? You'll just forget it. You know what I mean?"

"There is not a chance in hell that this moment will not be worthy of being burned into my soul for all eternity. Not a chance in fucking hell," she said.

Uuuh, that was a fairly intense statement. Tensions were high. I understood. She was nervous, and hesitant. Me too.

"But we don't know that," I suggested.

"I know."

"It's... It's inductive reasoning. Aren't you familiar with the problem of induction?"

"Trying to play philosopher, are we...? The dungeon has truly done a number on you."

"Yes." I shed a single tear.

"You have provided no rational excuses for postponing this so far. Are you trying to delay your recovery? Stop. Come to me. I need to heal you. This is for your sake. Do me," Rose demanded. I was honestly moved by just how much she cared for me. Platonic love oozed out of every word she said. She was determined to help me destress and get better and no matter what, even if it wasn't something she was into herself.

I threw my hands up in the air. "Okay. You win. We ca—" She was already pulling her hot pants off. They slid down her long, tanned legs, revealing that her lacy, red underwear was soaked into a dark crimson at the bottom. Man, she really got sweaty under those covers. Maybe we should ask for lighter ones.

"Before we start, though, I need to tell you something. A lot of shit happened last loop and I need you to carry a message to the past."

"Summary, please. Two lines or less," Rose replied swiftly, pulling her underwear off while speaking. I felt a tear of emotion build up in my eye. Here Rose was, forced into a situation where she had to have sex, but she was bravely doing her best to blast through it. Like ripping off a band-aid so it would be over with. She was giving neither me nor herself any opportunity to try to back out, since she knew it was the right thing to do, even if it would be like licking somebody's elbow to her.

"Well," I began as Rose nestled herself into the middle of the bed and spread both her legs, extending them both into the air and waiting patiently. I tried to ignore the gleaming wet center. Her position kind of resembled a bear trap, with her legs ready to lock the second I dared get too close. "It turns out that Medea is behind everything, and we need to interrupt her abduction of the queen in the middle of the night. It seems to happen around the time when your memories come back and I'm asleep, so I need you to wake me up instead of sliding into bed, if you remember this. We'll want to—"

"That's three lines." She extended her arms like reaching out for a hug and gestured me forward. "I get the gist. Now do me."

I felt slightly uneasy, like I had made some big mistake somewhere. I glanced to the right and saw Sophia leaning forward on the chair, licking her lips in anticipation. Whatever the fuck was going on in that cock-diseased elf brain of her was a complete mystery to me. I looked back at Rose. She was... licking her lips in anticipation too?

A shudder of fear ran down my back. I had made a mistake somewhere. I didn't know when, or where, but at some point in the grand game of mental chess that had I been playing without knowing, I had left my king (dick metaphor) unguarded, and now the enemy had two queens on either side. There was no hope. It was checkmate. Maybe in the past I would have just run away while ranting about elves. But I had grown too much since then. The world had groomed me for this moment. My Chadness stat was too high, and my Erection too over-leveled. There was no backing out.

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We had sex off-screen after all that buildup.

Haha just kidding. Who would do that?

I pulled down my boxers, trying to match the mood a little by tugging it straight down in a way that made my erect dick bounce up and down a little. Rose pupils dilated even further, and I heard a sploosh to the right as Sophia finally started going to town on her crotch. Both normal reactions.

I leaned over Rose and her legs instantly locked around me, binding me in place. I experimentally tried leaning back, but they were like bars of iron despite being so smooth and soft. Fenrir had been chained once again, with the only way out by satisfying his captor. I bent forward for a kiss, and Rose flung her arms around my back, pulling herself up to meet me. Her breasts pushed against me as we passionately kissed, such that her painfully erect nipples rubbed against mine, which sent tingles of pleasure and happiness through me. There was something incredible about the contrast between her soft boobs and her hard nipples, especially with the knowledge they were hard because of me. They were two firm, hard rocks reminding me that Rose really was into this, despite everything.

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I pushed forward with the kiss, causing her to fall back onto the pillow. Our mouths remained locked together as we pressed lips, wrapped tongues, and sucked on each other's lower lips in rapid succession. She had begun to grind her wet crotch against my shaft as we kissed, spicing up the kiss and reminding me what was coming next. She couldn't wait, and soon enough, neither could I. I pulled back from the kiss, and Rose looked up at me, her head resting on the pillow. Her eyes were as open as they could be, her mouth staying open as she breathed heavily, but she hadn't lost herself. The light of intelligence was still firmly in her eyes. It was still Rose.

I pressed the tip of my dick against her pussy, and I felt her lower waist tremble as she resisted the urge to slam her crotch against me and drive it inside. She wanted me to do it. She wanted me to thrust, to pierce her, to mark her as my woman myself. I gazed into her eyes. She gazed back at me. Smooth, tanned cheeks. Flawless looks. Ice blue eyes, still icy even as the temperature burned hot around us. She flashed a seductive smile and nodded.

I thrust forward, piercing her; I slid in easily, thanks to all the love juice, and tore through her hymen. If she felt any pain, she gave no indication; her back arched, and she shuddered with bliss as her walls squeezed tightly around my dick.

Love Point Gained! Rosalyn +1

Well, she had me beat there. I guess it was pretty obvious that would happen, all things considered.

I stood there for a moment to let Rose adjust. She twisted her hips a bit as she adjusted to my girth, her inner walls molding to fit around my dick perfectly. I gave her time, but couldn't help but reach a hand down and squeeze one of her boobs. Her skin was hot and sweaty, sticking to my hand as I squeezed. Her boobs were supple, not squishy marshmallows like Hilda's, and offered addicting resistance. It was like bouncing on a trampoline, except for my fingers.

Eventually, Rose squeezed her legs, signaling me that she was ready for me to keep going. I pulled my hips back, her pussy squeezing tightly in protest as if to keep my inside forever, and then thrust back inside.

Love Point Gained! Rosalyn +1

Uuuh. Hmm.

Love Point Gained! Rosalyn +1

Hmmmmmm.

Love Point Gained! Rosalyn +1

.........

Love Point Gained! Rosalyn +1

Every thrust got a full love point. She gasped with pleasure each time and panted for breath, but she wasn't... what was the word, ahegaoing? Her eyes weren't rolling to the back of her head. Her tongue wasn't sticking out. She was reacting to this in an entirely normal way. Just a normal girl, gasping a little, panting a little.

Love Point Gained! Rosalyn +1

The only odd thing was, each thrust got a full love point. A moment so powerful it was burned in her soul forever. A moment that brought her blissful warmth just from thinking about it. Seven of them total had brought her to the point of obsession prior to this.

Love Point Gained! Rosalyn +1

Love Point Gained! Rosalyn +1

Love Point Gained! Rosalyn +1

And now she had eight more just from like a minute of gentle thrusting.

"Rose..." I said.

"Yes?" she replied, breathlessly.

"Are you holding back?"

She froze. "N-No?" she eventually said.

"Could it be that you are afraid of reacting honestly for fear of disturbing me and ruining my mental image of you?"

"Wh-Whatever would make you think that?" she replied. Damn, she was so emotional right now that she was actually stammering.

I glanced to the right. Sophia was panting like a dog while thrusting her hand into her pussy like a fucking jackhammer. The pool of juices forming beneath her was already starting to resemble a raging ocean, and the guttural moaning coming out of her mouth was like the whale song of a diseased humpback. That was normal here.

I looked back down at Rose, who was avoiding eye contact, for all the good it would do her. This was no gold-star asexual before me.

"We'll see about that," I said, and gripped both her shoulders before starting to thrust back and forth incredibly fast. I slammed my dick into her each time, not quite digging into her cervix, but making sure I got in deep and fast before pulling back to immediately launch another blow. Her pussy could not handle it. Her walls convulsed madly while squeezing and gushing with juices in sheer confusion. She threw her head back, finally, and started groaning in pleasure, but she was still resisting the eye roll and tongue hanging.

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By the time I generously relented, Rose was a bit of a mess. Sweat poured off her, and she was gasping for air while her head shakily swayed side to side. The damp spot beneath our conjoined crotches had consumed the entire bed, and her nipples were so erect they visibly quivered, as if she were so sensitive now the very breeze brushing against them was enough to make her have a light orgasm.

Her eyes remained vaguely in focus, however, and her tongue remained in her mouth.

"How is it?" I asked.

There was a pause as she collected herself. "You're pretty good," she eventually said. "Not bad."

"Ready for the final blow?" I asked.

"Wait, wha—"

I inhaled deeply. Her sweet scent would give me power. I pulled back until my dick was almost entirely out of her, only the tip remaining inside her pussy. The rest gleamed with juices in the empty air, some of her love juice so thick it was pure white. Rose's boobs trembled as she shook in anticipation. Only once I was at complete peace, one with the smell, did I thrust forward with all of my 3219 STR, using my 2146 DEX to ensure my dick hit right on target.

My cock pierced her walls, stretching them out in an instant, then slammed against her cervix with the might of Zeus. The entrance to her womb offered only a paltry resistance before submitting and breaking open, allowing my cock head to jam its way directly into her womb in one fell thrust. Her womb bulged against her stomach from the force, and that was it; she orgasmed so hard her screams of bliss would have deafened a lesser man. Her eyes finally rolled to the back of her head in pure bliss, and her tongue was freed from its prison as she convulsed, bounced, and shook beneath me with utter mind-fucking bliss. I chose that moment to orgasm; unleashing a huge flood of cum into the womb my dick had dominated. The cavern was soon filled to the brim with cum, but I kept going; I came, and came, and came. Soon I was cumming so hard that my excess cum was spraying out of her pussy along with the pussy juices she was squirting. We were orgasming as one, completely unleashed, holding nothing back.

Love Points Gained! Rosalyn +953

Love Cap Reached! Obsession has become True Love!

Your souls have become one.

Uh...... Huh. That's a high number.

I took a moment to ponder the philosophical implications of this while Rose twitched beneath me and gasped for air. Was this the system implying that obsession was an inevitable step on the road to true love? That, perhaps, the ideal form of love in the game's perspective inherently had a degree of obsession in it, an obsession born as we devoted ourselves and our attention to the one we loved? The strength of love reflects the strength of passion, and being passionate for someone is just one small step away from being obsessed with them. The allegorical weight of this event was quite staggering, if so.

And what was that about our souls becoming one? I kind of hoped that wasn't literal, considering soul damage was a thing.

I looked down at Rose and saw she was looking up at me with wonder. "I remember everything," she whispered, and as I processed that, her look of wonder morphed into a pained grimace. Tears welled in her eyes, and before I knew it she was sobbing, a devastated look on her face. Rose? Sobbing?

"Are you okay?" I asked, but she was sobbing tto hard to answer. She unlocked her legs from around me and leaned forward, kissing me with such force I fell onto my back. She climbed on top of me, kissing me desperately, holding me down beneath her as the tears streamed out of her eyes and fell.

"Rose—"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please don't hate me. I love you. Don't hate me. Please. Please. I'm sorry. I love you. Don't hate me. Please. Please. I love you," she said, over and over, weeping.

"Rose, what?"

"I killed you. The first time I saw you. I killed you twice. What was I thinking? How could I ever do that? I'm awful. I'm terrible. I don't deserve you. I'm sorry. Please don't hate me. Please don't hate me. I love you. Please, I love you," she choked between kissing, still sobbing.

I cradled her head in my arms and stroked her long, blonde hair. "It's okay, Rose. I forgive you. I've always forgiven you. It's okay."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"I didn't manage to save you every time. I might as well have killed you too, so consider us even. Okay? I love you too. I forgive you. It's okay. I'll never hate you."

She stopped her kissing to bury her face in my chest, shoulders heaving; her crying was drying up, but her body still shook and heaved as the devastation shook through her. I continued stroking her hair, telling her it was okay, telling her I forgave her. Eventually, she stilled, and I rested her down back onto the bed. She fell asleep, her face stained with tears.

Well. Suffice to say, I was not a man very good with emotions. The best I could do was offer generic words of comfort, and hope that was enough. It was pretty much impossible to empathize with how it felt to fall deeply into true love with someone, then immediately have visions of having murdered them the first time you ever met them. It was shlick shlick shlick. I said it was shlick shlick shlick. I said shlick shlick shlick. Jesus Christ what's making that noise.

I looked to my right again and saw Sophia's masturbation had reached the next level. She was digging fingers from both hands into her pussy at once, using all eight non-thumb fingers to form a mini-dick which she was pounding herself with as juices sprayed out. The noise was insufferable, especially with her ongoing whale song of moans. I glanced between Rose and Sophia. I had to shut Sophia up so she didn't disturb Rose, and also so I could monologue at length in peace without loud wet shlicking interrupting every shlick shlick shlick fuck fuck fuck.

I got up off the bed and strode to Sophia, my erection still as hard as ever. Thank you Sex Level 100. It towered to the ceiling, gleaming with a thoroughly mixed coat of Rose's thick love juices and my cum. Sophia looked up at it, drool all but streaming out of her mouth as her masturbation intensified. When I reached her, all she did was sniff deeply over and over and over while masturbating, making no move to do anything. What kind of broken-ass slut sense did she have? The next move should have been obvious.

I slapped her right cheek with my dick, then her left cheek, leaving behind slightly reddened marks gleaming with some cum and love juice. "Clean it up," I said.

Sophia happily obliged. Her mouth pounced on my dick like a lion jumping on a wounded gazelle and started sucking, vacuuming up the juices in no time. Her long elf tongue rubbed against every square inch of my dick to ensure nothing had been left behind, all while she shuddered in delight from the no doubt exquisite taste.

Honestly, this hadn't been my intention, but uh, like, think about it from a practical perspective. Clearly, getting my party members up to... uh... 1000 love points was imperative. It gave a huge buff in the form of memory retention, and uh, like. It was important. For strategy purposes. I, uh. It's not that I wanted to do this, okay? I just... I needed to, for the strategy.

I pulled my dick out of Sophia's mouth, making a wet pop. She looked up, confused, and swirled my finger in a circle. The universe symbol for "back dat ass up." Her face lit up with joy the instant she recognized what I meant. She got up from the chair, flung off what clothes she had left, then... got back on the chair? On all fours, like a dog? Lifting up her bubble butt high in the air and swaying it side to side, inviting me in? Just like Dakka had?

Fucking elves, man. Fucking elves.

Just like I had done with Dakka, I gripped her springy butt to stop it from swaying. She was looking over her back at me, tongue hanging from her mouth as she panted excitedly. Her pink womb tattoo was glowing so bright it almost hurt to look in the direction of her stomach, and the juices were basically pouring out of her pussy like a waterfall. I was a little scared there would be so much juice on the floor the chair would lift up and be swept away by the current, but I would worry about that once I felt the sea level rise to knee level, which was a bit of a ways off.

I lined up my dick with her wet pussy, and then thrust in. She was much tighter than Rose, by virtue of being a smaller girl in general, and on top of that she squeezed so tight I was genuinely afraid of my dick getting ripped off. I spread her white asscheeks apart with both hands to try and give some space, which resulted in honestly an incredibly hot view; her bubble butt opening up, asshole twitching hungrily atop her cock-filled hole. I gave her ass cheeks some experimental squeezes while twisting my hips a bit to work my cock deeper into her.

Love Point Gained! Sophia +1

Unsurprising, but no less hot. She shuddered with bliss as she welcomed my girth. Again, a hymen, and again, no pain indicated. Given how Rose and Hilda had likewise shown no reaction, I had to guess it was just a law of this world that broken hymens didn't hurt. That was... That was fucking weird. I decided to immediately stop thinking about it and instead admire the view of my dick sinking increasingly deep into Sophia's pussy, like Excalibur sinking into the rock. This angle gave a perfect view of her butt, and it really felt like I was burying myself into the bubble butt I had admired from afar so many times while she changed. It was like meeting your favorite celebrity, except it was just their ass, and your dick was almost inside of it. Honestly, I felt like an idiot for not immediately succumbing to Sophia's pathetic seduction. This was too good. I wanted to marry her ass specifically, and never stop squeezing it. Never stop spreading it apart like Moses spread the Red Sea.

Once my Excalibur was fully sheathed with her pussy, my key firmly within her lock, I gave her a moment to adjust. Her constant, blissful shuddering implied she was in a constant state of orgasm, or alternatively, that the mere sensation of my dick inside of her was giving her brain-melting pleasure. I wondered if her enhanced senses included an enhanced sense of touch, and therefore enhanced sex. Of course they did. They absolutely fucking did. There was no way elves hadn't devoted themselves for ways to improve sex, which they supposedly only had once in their lives with their soul mate. (I got nostalgic for the time Sophia had ranted to me about that and said an elf would never have a human soul mate.)

Unlike Rose, Sophia wasn't trying to hide her utter bliss at getting fucked, so I didn't need to unleash a rapid-fire barrage of thrusts. Instead, I started a slow series of gentle thrusts, hoping to adjust her somewhat smaller hole to my dick so it wasn't so mind-bogglingly tight. (Obligatory reminder: She is of age, she's just smaller than average due to being a dainty elf. All the meat on her went to her ass, at the expense of her chest. Very sad. Or maybe not, depending on your view.)

Love Point Gained! Sophia +1

Love Point Gained! Sophia +1

Love Point Gained! Sophia +1

Love Point Gained! Sophia +1

Love Point Gained! Sophia +1

Love Point Gained! Sophia +1

Love Point Gained! Sophia +1

Love Point Gained! Sophia +1

Love Point Gained! Sophia +1

Love Point Gained! Sophia +1

The tightness of her hole drew me to watch my dick sliding in and out of her; the walls of her pussy were visibly clinging to it so tightly that her insides were pulled out a bit each time I withdrew, like a mouth clinging to a lollipop before it emerges with a pop. It might have been a little unnerving in a normal context, but the flashes of lovely wet pink just turned me on more, and flashes of pleasure smashed my brain each time I pushed back in and her walls joyously welcomed my back. Watching my own dick going in and out of her was getting kind of hypnotic, especially when the hot sight of her spread ass just drew me in every time I tried looking anywhere else.

Before I knew it, I was pounding faster and harder, harder and faster. I couldn't help but speed up. It just felt too good. I had dominated Rose a second ago, let's be real, but I was starting to feel like the one being dominated here. Sophia's pussy game was just absolutely unreal. It was undeniable to me now that elves absolutely built for sex, and Sophia had deftly sniffed out all my weaknesses. My love for doggy style. My love for her ass. Everything. I looked up and saw her with her head thrown back, moaning and grunting with pleasure and delight each time I thrusted. I felt like I was being dominated, but she probably felt the same ten times as much. She had surrendered her ass to me, and now it was mine. My sovereign territory. I gave her ass cheeks a few squeezes, and she wiggled her butt happily in response. Silent communication, louder than any words.

All good things had to come to an end, though. I was... uh, I was doing this purely to get her love points maxed out for tactical reasons. So I had to cum eventually, even if ploughing Sophia from behind was addicting as all hell. She had been lulled into a daze of moaning in pleasure, so I gave her ass a slap to snap her out of it. She jumped, with a squirt of juices spraying out of her. Another slap, another squirt. Noted.

I got the feeling a womb-crush would probably kill Sophia, so instead I decided to do a more reasonable final pound that simply hit her cervix. I slowly intensified my thrusting, earning a flurry of love points, before finally pulling back and launching a heavy blow. My dick slammed into her cervix, and she threw her head back in a guttural cry of orgasm, lips spread out into a sloppy grin of utter bliss as drool flew from her mouth. I came, unleashing a flood of cum directly into her womb, as was my perverted calling card. She convulsed, then collapsed, no longer able to hold herself up on the table at all.

Love Points Gained! Sophia +929

Love Cap Reached! Obsession has become True Love!

Your souls have become one.

I felt like there was a risk of her drowning in her own sea of juices if she fell to the ground, so I caught her and slipped my dick out of her so I could pick her up in a bridal carry. Her pussy resisted, clamping down like a hydraulic press to keep me inside, but I got out and got her in my arms. I had to squint to avoid the shining light of her womb tattoo blinding me; it was pulsating like an actual throbbing heart, too.

Her head swayed as she babbled and moaned in my arms. Unlike Rose, she didn't really have any traumatic memories involving me, so it seemed like she was mainly just caught in a storm of conflict between the hardest orgasm of her life and memories of choking to death (on poison instead of my dick, which would surely bring her to tears later).

I set her down next to Rose, and she drifted off to sleep too, eventually.

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With that done, I sat on the chair to... wait fuck, it's covered in Sophia juices, shit. I just put pants back on. Damnit.

With that done, I pulled a second chair over and sat down to look over Sophia and Rose's sleeping forms while I contemplated things.

First of all, wow, that had really gotten out of hand. I just opened up to Rose about being uncertain about sex, not really thinking much of it, but she pounced on it like a tiger. That just went to show how eager she was to help a friend in need, but it certainly caught me off guard. I never thought things would escalate so quickly.

It was for the best, though, now that I thought about it. Rose and Sophia now being completely soul linked with me would... actually probably not actually have much of an impact in most cases, but it was my way out of this situation. Now Rose could wake up, calmly get out of bed, and calmly wake me up while not at all being disturbed by the flood of memories assaulting her brain out of nowhere. We would have plenty of time to stop the abduction.

In a way, though, that kind of gave me pause. Had it been planned from the start that this loop would be unwinnable without me fucking them? Was this all part of the Goddess's plot that Medea swore up and down was a real thing? It seemed ridiculous, but maybe the seed really had been set all those weeks ago, when I went to bed without having seen an autosave yet.

I looked at Rose and Sophia, then kissed their foreheads. It didn't matter, really. Love was love. A past me, an insane me, had refused sex. But that me was gone. Sex was normal, like Rose said. I was normal. She was normal. We were all normal. And if winning this loop was connected to us having sex, that just went to show it was a normal thing we should have been doing all along.

I sat back on the chair and looked up, waiting. We would have strategy to discuss when they woke up.