Kazuya sighed as the hot water cascaded over his shoulders.
Finally.
Peace.
As much as possible, of course, considering he now shared the house with two lovesick goddesses who had already caused more random events in a single day than any filler arc in a shounen anime.
"At least here, no one's going to shove semi-radioactive food down my throat," he muttered, lazily lathering his hair.
He closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax. The steam filled the bathroom, turning everything into a warm, comfortable haze, almost like a temporal isolation capsule. But even there, his mind didn't fully rest.
Because no matter how much he pretended everything was normal, it wasn't.
Two goddesses had called him "Master" with an emotion that tore through the air. Two goddesses who, even reincarnated in this world, had eyes that carried millennia and longing.
And in those eyes… there was pain.
He cursed himself for not accepting this situation sooner and for finding it all so strange. Well, he was human, after all; it was hard to react to this kind of situation. Or was it his Sigma male nature? He simply wanted to understand everything before diving in and accepting the reality that he had gained two goddesses in love with him—it was unnatural…
Obviously, he could say it was due to luck or something like that, but after accepting his life as Ritsuka Fujimaru, he could clearly see it as something more natural; though it was strange to consider the point that, in his past life, he controlled and played with one of his reincarnations? It gave him a headache just thinking about it…
He had played God through mods for his life as Ritsuka Fujimaru, and now he was reaping the benefits.
But before he could dive deeper into that line of thought, the bathroom door opened with an almost ceremonial creak.
Kazuya spun around, eyes wide, and felt his brain freeze for 2.3 seconds.
Ishtar entered with the confidence of someone who had just declared war and already knew she would win.
His eyes struggled to process the sight before him. Ishtar stood there, completely naked, devoid of any clothing, adorned only with jewelry. Her flawless white skin glowed softly under the bathroom's dim light. Her breasts were perfect for her figure, smooth and soft skin stretched over their rounded shape, culminating in pink nipples, now darker and slightly pebbled from the heat and excitement. The gentle line between them descended to her flat, toned abdomen. Her waist was narrow and elegantly curved, a graceful transition to her wide, sensual hips, the soft, inviting flesh promising a voluptuous touch. Her thighs were long and muscular, leading to delicate, well-defined knees. His gaze caught her perfectly shaped lips when he looked toward her femininity; her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. It was a mouthwatering sight…
Ishtar paused at the threshold, the steam dancing around her body as if even the mist acknowledged that she was, without a doubt, a goddess.
Her gaze, red as rubies polished by blood, locked onto Kazuya, and for a second—just one—she froze.
Literally.
Her eyes scanned his body with almost scientific precision: broad shoulders, arms sculpted as if handcrafted by some drooling sculptor, a chiseled chest like the heroes of Uruk, an abdomen with the symmetry of a divine artifact, and, well, she stopped before looking lower—not out of decency, but because her mind started to blue-screen. She had seen it that morning when he changed in front of her, and it was disproportionate, far larger than she remembered from when he was a Master of Chaldea.
"What… you… by Nammu…" she murmured, then cleared her throat, reverting to her "proud goddess unfazed by anything" mode.
On the other hand, Kazuya stared at Ishtar with a mix of shock, exhaustion, and existential resignation. His brain stalled briefly, not because of her nudity—which, let's be honest, was like trying to process a supernova's beauty with a flashlight app—but because he knew this was bound to happen sooner or later.
He just didn't think it would be *this* soon. Or in the middle of his shower.
"Is this a robbery?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as the suds slid down his shoulders. "Because if it is, I think I'm about to be stripped of my dignity…"
Ishtar flashed a smile that should've come with a biohazard warning. Pride, lust, and barely contained amusement all swirled in a single look.
"Well, well… so our Master still has a sense of humor even when he's about to be conquered again by this goddess…" She walked forward with slow steps, the sound of water echoing alongside the faint jingle of her jewelry.
"Conquered again?" Kazuya muttered, recalling certain memories of Ritsuka Fujimaru with a touch of resignation. As he was about to say something, Ishtar was already standing before him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. He looked at her perfect body and felt his blood rushing to his member, swallowing hard.
"You think too much. That's one of your problems, you know?" Before he could make a comment, Ishtar slid her arms around his neck and pulled his face closer. Her eyes were so close he could see every nuance of her ruby pupils, as if they held the heavens themselves.
"If you're going to stare at me like that, at least enjoy it…" she whispered.
And then the kiss happened.
The kiss began softly, a brush of wet, hesitant lips. But Ishtar's hesitation didn't last long. She deepened the contact, her mouth opening under his with surprising possessiveness. Her tongue slipped inside, exploring the warm, wet cavity, meeting his in a lascivious duel.
Kazuya, caught off guard by her sudden boldness, took a few seconds to respond. But the heat of her naked body pressed against his, the soft touch of her breasts brushing his soapy chest, the intoxicating scent emanating from her skin—a mix of floral soap and the unique, wild aroma of a goddess—ignited a visceral response in him.
He let out a low groan, the sound lost amid the clash of their tongues. His arms, still covered in suds, found her narrow waist, his fingers sliding over the smooth curves of her hips. He pulled her closer, eliminating any trace of space between them.
The kiss intensified, becoming urgent and hungry. Ishtar's hands tangled in Kazuya's wet hair, lightly tugging at the strands at his nape, heightening the sensation. The hot water from the shower continued to pour over them, mingling with the saliva trickling from the corners of their joined mouths.
They parted for a moment, breathless, their eyes locked on each other. Ishtar's lips were red and swollen, his likely the same. A lascivious smile curved her lips.
"Enjoyed it, Master?" she whispered, her voice husky and laden with desire.
Before Kazuya could respond, she kissed him again, this time nibbling his lower lip gently before deepening the kiss once more. Her hands slid from his hair to his shoulders, then down his arms, feeling the taut muscles under his wet skin.
Kazuya felt his body react undeniably. The erection he was trying to ignore grew stronger and more insistent against Ishtar's flat belly. He groaned again, this time a more animalistic sound, as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her even closer.
The kiss continued, a sensual dance of tongues and lips, a silent prelude to what both knew could happen.
But then…
*Click.*
The door creaked again.
Ishtar pulled away from his lips, letting out a dramatic sigh without even looking. "I swear by the heavens and the underworld…"
"Sorry!" came a soft, nervous, and absurdly sweet voice. "But if Sister is going to shower with Master, I want to too! I-I was summoned by him too! I'm not going to stay behind, no matter how much this kills me with embarrassment!"
Kazuya looked toward the door, his heart racing as he saw Ereshkigal.
She was as naked as Ishtar, her skin pale as moonlight on a cloudless night, contrasting with the warmer glow of Ishtar's body. Her breasts, though firm and well-shaped, had a more delicate form, the small, pink nipples seemingly retracted from shyness and perhaps the chill of the air invading the bathroom.
Her abdomen was smooth and soft, with a gentle feminine curve leading to a narrow waist. Her hips were gracefully rounded, the skin soft and inviting. Her thighs were long and slender, with softly defined muscles, her pubic hair also neatly trimmed, a light veil barely concealing the entrance to her femininity. Her vulvar lips seemed shy, almost hidden.
Ereshkigal's reddish-brown eyes were wide and nervous, fixed on Kazuya for a moment before darting to some random point in the bathroom. Her cheeks were lightly flushed, a soft blush intensifying her pale skin's pallor.
She clasped her hands against her chest, as if trying to shield herself from her own nudity or the awkward situation. Her shoulders were slightly hunched, a gesture of insecurity that sharply contrasted with Ishtar's upright, confident posture. Her mouth was slightly open, as if she wanted to say something, but the words seemed stuck in her throat. She nervously bit her lower lip, her eyes wavering between Kazuya and her sister, perhaps seeking some form of support or validation.
"It's unfair if it's just you two," Ereshkigal said, mustering courage, blushing to her ears but with a determination that would make even the dead rise and applaud. "I… I love Master too."
Ishtar brought her hand to her forehead, as if about to have a divine migraine.
Kazuya raised both eyebrows, completely relaxed, his hand still on Ishtar's waist.
Ereshkigal stepped forward, each step hesitant but determined. When she finally stopped beside her sister, her face was red as a polished ruby. She looked at Kazuya, her reddish-brown eyes shimmering with restrained emotion.
Ishtar shot her sister a sidelong glance, something between exasperation, secondhand embarrassment, and an "I can't believe this is happening AGAIN."
"Eresh," she began, crossing her arms with an irritated sigh. "This is *my* romantic domination moment in the shower, not your suicidal shyness attack."
"I'm not attacking anyone!" Ereshkigal shot back, still covering her chest with her arms, even though her triumphant entrance had already made it clear that modesty was no longer an option. "I just… I just want to be by his side too, okay! I'm a goddess too! And you know very well how long I've waited for this!"
"Oh, so now it's fine to invade someone's shower, is that it? Since when did the goddess of the underworld become the goddess of home invasion?"
"Since my sister started licking Master like he's a caramel lollipop!"
"Caramel lollipop? You really want to pull that thread, little sister?" Ishtar grinned, the kind of smile that had made ancient monsters retreat in Uruk. "Want me to tell you how he moaned in my ear just now, or are you just going to stand there playing the shy, cute trinket, waiting to be noticed?"
Ereshkigal, already red, reached a shade so intense she seemed about to burst into spontaneous mystical flames.
"ISHTAR!!"
"What?" she replied with mock innocence, already leaning languidly against Kazuya, her glistening body pressing against his as if she wanted to melt into his skin. "Just checking, you know. Transparency between sisters is important."
Kazuya, still caught between the surreal vision and the Babylonian Olympus dynamic duo, was seriously starting to question whether he was in a premium gacha isekai or trapped in a fanfic written by his thirteen-year-old self.
But Ereshkigal didn't let him recover. She took a deep breath and, summoning courage as if preparing to face her own post-mortem judgment, dropped her arms and took two resolute steps. Her hands grabbed Kazuya's left arm, pressing herself against him with determination, while her face buried in his shoulder like a scared cat pretending to be brave.
"I… I'm staying here too."
"Great," Ishtar said, rolling her eyes before positioning herself on the other side and doing the same, hugging his right arm with the ease of someone who had done it a thousand times in past lives. "Now you've got a goddess of the heavens and one of the underworld by your side. Literally."
Kazuya blinked, feeling like a generic anime protagonist who accidentally unlocked the harem route in the first episode.
"Is this… my EX luck finally showing up?" he muttered, his mind still trying to catalog the situation with the logic of a gacha addict.
Two gorgeous, naked goddesses vying for his attention? It was every otaku's wet dream… elevated to the tenth power with Babylonian divinities involved.
Ishtar rolled her eyes, but a playful smile danced on her red lips. "Yes, Master. The grand prize is right here."
She pressed his arm against her breasts, a mischievous glint in her ruby eyes.
Ereshkigal, still clinging to his other arm, blushed even more but held her ground.
"W-we're not prizes…" she protested timidly, her voice almost a whisper, but there was a stubborn firmness behind her words. "We're… Servants. Lovers, g-girlfriends…"
"Girlfriends, lovers… whatever the label, as long as Master understands the exclusivity of the offer," Ishtar sang, tilting her head and brushing her lips against Kazuya's neck. He felt a shiver run down his spine, ignoring the part of his brain screaming for sanity and trying to calculate the odds of something this bizarre happening.
Before Kazuya could formulate any coherent response—perhaps something about urgently needing to check his Charisma stat—Ishtar leaned in again. This time, Ereshkigal moved too, spurred by a sudden wave of boldness.
Ishtar's lips met Kazuya's with the same possessiveness as before, but now there was a new element: Ereshkigal's hesitant sweetness joining the kiss on the other side. It was a symphony of conflicting and incredibly arousing sensations. Ishtar's voracious heat contrasted with Ereshkigal's adorable shyness, creating an electricity that coursed through Kazuya's body.
Their tongues danced together, a lascivious trio amid the bathroom's steam. Ishtar's was adventurous and dominant, exploring every corner of his mouth with overwhelming confidence. Ereshkigal's was shyer at first but soon gained confidence, following her sister's rhythm with a repressed passion finally finding release.
As the kiss deepened, both goddesses' hands found their way downward. Ishtar's slid over Kazuya's defined abs, her curious fingers stopping at the erection he was futilely trying to hide. She let out a low, husky chuckle against his lips.
Ereshkigal's was more hesitant, brushing the side of his thigh before finally wrapping around his erection with surprising gentleness. Kazuya groaned into the kiss, the sound muffled by their joined mouths. It was overwhelming, having two breathtakingly beautiful, naked goddesses touching him so intimately.
He wasn't a virgin—memories of Ritsuka Fujimaru with mods? But not just that; in his past life, he'd gone out with a few girls, which was why he didn't have the typical reaction of Issei, one of the reasons he hated DxD so much. Well, he didn't have the typical reaction of most generic harem protagonists who lack the courage to go all the way with women. In fact, he could swear he was diving deeper into a sea of lust, as if he'd swallowed an aphrodisiac, a clichéd incident in a cultivation cave~? No, onegai…
He snapped out of his thoughts, refocusing on this growing desire.
Ishtar's fingers gripped his member firmly, while Ereshkigal's caressed it gently, exploring its length and girth with innocent but no less effective curiosity. Shivers ran through Kazuya's body, each touch sending waves of heat and desire to his core. He felt his legs wobble slightly.
"Master…" Ishtar whispered between kisses, her voice dripping with lust. "Looks like you're enjoying our company…"
Ereshkigal murmured something inaudible against his shoulder, but the firm grip of her hand said it all. She, too, was feeling the effects of that kiss and bold touch.
Kazuya tried to say something, but his mind was a whirlwind of sensations. It was surreal, thrilling, and, to be honest, a little terrifying.
He kept his hands on their waists, his eyes briefly lost between Ereshkigal's golden locks and Ishtar's ruby eyes. That closeness, the heat of their bodies against his, the two hands gripping his member, the dense steam filling the air… it was unreal yet profoundly vivid.
Realizing he'd been silent too long—or, being honest with himself, unable to stay quiet—he smirked, his voice husky but confident.
"Enjoyed it? Ishtar… this is the best thing that's ever happened to me since I was reborn."
Ishtar let out a short, sexy laugh, her eyes narrowing with that ever-present mischievous glint. "So, you've finally learned to appreciate me. Took you long enough."
"Appreciate is an understatement," Kazuya replied, leaning toward her with an intense look. "You're like a storm: beautiful, wild… and utterly impossible to ignore."
He then turned to Ereshkigal, his touch on her skin softer, as if respecting the delicacy she hid. "And you… you're like the sky before dawn. Calm, but full of emotion beneath the surface."
Ereshkigal's eyes widened slightly, surprised by his words, but she didn't look away. Her heart raced, visible in the deep blush overtaking her face. "K-Kazuya…"
After his words, the goddesses exchanged a brief glance, a silent exchange between sisters and rivals, and a tacit harmony emerged between them.
Kazuya smiled and, in a bold move, brought their faces closer, guiding them with firm hands on their napes. Their lips met simultaneously, a triple, hot, and enveloping kiss, where there was no room for hesitation.
This time, it was Ereshkigal who was bolder, her tongue finding his, emboldened by his words, but Ishtar didn't let her win so easily.
Ishtar's lips parted from Kazuya's for a moment, a mischievous smile dancing on her divine features. Her ruby eyes gleamed with a mix of lasciviousness and amusement as she glanced downward, at the pulsing erection resting above her navel.
"Oh, heavens…" she murmured, her voice laced with mock surprise but undeniably aroused. "Looks like our Master was *really*… happy to see us."
She looked back at Kazuya, a hungry glint in her eyes. "Were you hiding this from us, Master? How naughty…"
Kazuya felt a surge of pride and narcissism. "I don't usually show off, but I'm glad you like it…"
Ereshkigal, ignoring her sister's comment, continued her timid exploration, her fingers tracing the length with an almost reverent delicacy. "It's… quite different from this morning, so hard," she murmured, more to herself than to them. A slight shiver ran through her pale body.
Ishtar grinned wider, pleased with her sister's reaction.
"Firm and… quite large, as I said. Our Master really prepared a pleasant surprise for us, didn't he, Eresh?" She leaned toward Kazuya again, brushing her lips against his ear. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun finding out everything he can do with… this."
Ereshkigal blushed violently at the implication but didn't pull her hand away. Instead, her fingers tightened slightly, as if gaining confidence. She looked at Kazuya with a mix of shyness and growing desire.
"Y-yes…" she managed to murmur, her eyes lingering on his member for a moment before returning to his face, filled with a new intensity. "Very fun."
Kazuya swallowed hard again, a deeper heat coursing through his body. The goddesses' direct, shameless comments about his anatomy were stirring him in ways he never imagined possible.
It grew even more intense when Ishtar, with the feline grace of a satisfied predator, let out a hot sigh against Kazuya's skin. Her ruby eyes gleamed with a lustful intensity that made him feel his blood rushing to his member, almost imagining it had magically grown larger. Without warning, she stepped back slightly, her knees touching the wet shower floor.
Kazuya held his breath, his brain processing her new position with anticipation. The goddess of the heavens tilted her head back, her long black hair cascading down her back like a wet obsidian waterfall. Her red lips parted slightly, the tip of her pink tongue peeking out for a moment. Then, with determination, she enveloped Kazuya's erection with her mouth.
A hoarse groan escaped Kazuya's throat, a primal sound echoing through the muffled bathroom. The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of wet heat and firm pressure sending shockwaves through his body. He gripped Ishtar's shoulders involuntarily, his fingers sinking into her soft skin.
Ereshkigal watched the scene with wide eyes, a growing desire dancing in her reddish-brown pupils. She bit her lower lip, the blush on her cheeks intensifying. The possessiveness that had driven her to join the shower now battled her reserved nature, the sound of Ishtar's lascivious sighs and the undeniable way Kazuya's body reacted seeming to break the last barriers of her shyness. She didn't want to be left behind, watching her sister enjoy intimacy with their beloved Master.
With a small, determined sigh, Ereshkigal released Kazuya's arm and knelt beside Ishtar. Her eyes met his for a brief moment, filled with a silent plea and undeniable desire. Then, with a more hesitant but equally intentional movement, she brought her mouth to Kazuya's erection, licking the other side while her sister seemed amused by it.
The sensation multiplied, pushing Kazuya to a new level of ecstasy. Having the hot, wet mouths of two goddesses enveloping his member simultaneously was something not even his wildest fanfics could have predicted. He groaned louder, the sound mingling with the soft, wet noises echoing in the bathroom.
Both goddesses' tongues danced over his sensitive skin, exploring every inch with different but equally pleasurable tastes. Ishtar's experienced boldness contrasted with Ereshkigal's hesitant but dedicated sweetness, creating a symphony of sensations that drove him to the edge of insanity.
Ishtar's hands climbed Kazuya's thighs, possessively gripping the wet skin, while Ereshkigal's clutched his hips, pulling him closer, as if wanting to absorb every sensation.
"Master…" Ishtar murmured between kisses, her voice husky and laden with desire. "You taste… divine."
Ereshkigal said nothing, but her small moans and the way she clung to him were a silent declaration of her devotion and pleasure.
Kazuya closed his eyes, his mind completely blank, overwhelmed by the intense sensations.
Ishtar pulled her mouth away for a moment, a wild smile lighting up her face. She extended her slender arm beside Kazuya's erection, her delicate fingers nearly reaching the base. Her ruby eyes widened slightly, assessing the length and girth with genuine admiration.
With boldness that was purely Ishtar, she opened her mouth again. Kazuya held his breath, feeling anticipation course through his body. Slowly, deliberately, she began to swallow his member, inch by inch. Her eyes never left Kazuya's, a silent challenge and a promise of intense pleasure gleaming in them, his member sliding down her throat, making him let out a hoarse groan. The sensation of Ishtar deep-throating was overwhelming. The firm pressure and wet heat deepened the ecstasy already consuming him.
She swallowed him deeper and deeper, until nearly the entire length disappeared into her mouth. Her fingers gripped his hips tightly, guiding the relentless rhythm of swallowing and pulling back to breathe, using her tongue to tease the underside of his member.
Beside her, Ereshkigal watched the scene with an expression of pure conflict. Her reddish-brown eyes, fixed on how Ishtar enveloped him completely. A wave of jealousy and undeniable desire hit her hard.
"It's… it's unfair!" she exclaimed, her voice louder than intended. The blush on her cheeks deepened, and her fists clenched slightly. "Why does only Sister get to…?"
Ishtar, with one last hoarse moan, pulled back slightly. Her lips were red and swollen, her ruby eyes half-lidded in satisfaction. She let out a hot sigh against his skin, observing his irregular breathing and the tremor running through his body.
"Go ahead, little sister…" she said, licking her lips, savoring his taste.
In that instant, before Kazuya could even process the brief interruption, Ereshkigal seized the opportunity. Her reddish-brown eyes, once hesitant, now shone with surprising determination. Without a word, and with a movement that caught Kazuya off guard, she leaned forward.
Ereshkigal's delicate mouth enveloped Kazuya's pulsing erection, only halfway down, as she wasn't as experienced as the goddess of love beside her. The sensation was different, softer at first, but no less intense in depth. She began to swallow him, though with a shyer approach at first, as if still learning the art of boldness.
A surprised groan escaped Kazuya's lips. The sudden switch from one goddess to another, without losing rhythm, left him even more disoriented and aroused. He felt Ereshkigal's throat contract gently around him, a new and intriguing sensation.
Ishtar watched her sister with an amused smile, a glint of approval in her eyes.
"That's it, Eresh. Show Master what the goddess of the underworld can do."
She propped her elbow on her knee, chin resting on her hand, as if watching a particularly interesting show.
Ereshkigal's initial shyness began to fade, replaced by growing passion. She deepened her throat, mimicking her sister's movements with surprising speed. Kazuya felt his body tense again, the wave of pleasure returning with full force.
Ereshkigal's hands, once hesitant, now gripped his hips with more firmness, guiding him with silent determination. Her hot sighs brushed his skin, and the soft sound of her lips working around him filled the bathroom.
Kazuya placed his hand on Ereshkigal's head, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and determination, her rhythm becoming more frantic, as if trying to please him even more.
He felt every fiber of his body vibrate, the pleasure pushing him closer to the edge.
Beside her, Ishtar watched with a predatory smile, excitement dancing in her ruby eyes. She reached out and caressed Kazuya's thigh. When Ereshkigal paused for a moment, breathless, Ishtar took over, sucking him complementarily.
They sucked him with passion and lust.
The combination of their two mouths, each with its own texture and pressure, pushed Kazuya to his breaking point.
Grabbing Ishtar's hair and pulling hard, to her surprise, he shouted, a hoarse, animalistic sound escaping his throat as waves of ecstasy coursed through him. His body contracted involuntarily, and he came deep inside Ishtar's throat, who gagged at the volume and pulled back slightly, using her tongue to lick his cock as if begging him to come more inside her mouth, causing an electric pleasure.
Ishtar swallowed everything eagerly, her eyes locked on Kazuya's with wild satisfaction. A lascivious smile curved her lips as she pulled back slightly, the glint in her eyes even more intense. Without a word, and with boldness that left Kazuya even more stunned, Ishtar leaned in and kissed Ereshkigal on the mouth. It was a hot, wet kiss, charged with shared intimacy, a silent acknowledgment of the pleasure they had enjoyed together.
Ereshkigal's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she didn't hesitate to return the kiss. She could taste Kazuya on her sister's lips, a physical proof of the intimacy they had shared. An even deeper blush overtook her cheeks, but there was a glint of satisfaction in her reddish-brown eyes.
When the kiss parted, Ishtar smiled at her sister, an undeniable bond visible between them.
"We share Master, Eresh," she said, her voice husky and laden with desire. "It's only fair we share his… gift too."
Ereshkigal nodded timidly, but her eyes didn't leave Kazuya's.
The steam still filled the bathroom, enveloping the three like a warm, ethereal veil. Kazuya, with one last sigh through his teeth, reached out and turned off the shower. The sound of the water stopping echoed softly, giving way to a silence charged with tension and desire.
He turned to face the two goddesses, their hair clinging to their naked bodies, their skin glistening from the heat of the recent shower.
His eyes took in every detail: Ishtar's provocative expression, her half-lidded eyes and parted lips… and on the other side, Ereshkigal, trying to seem composed but failing miserably at hiding the intense blush tinting her entire face.
Without a word, Kazuya slipped an arm around each of their waists, surprising them both by lifting them at once. Their bodies fit perfectly against his, and even wet, he held them firmly, as if they weighed nothing.
Ishtar arched an eyebrow, clearly amused.
"Well, well… looks like Master's body isn't just for show," she purred, snuggling into his neck, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his shoulder. "I like that."
Ereshkigal's eyes widened, completely flushed, trying to cover her face with one hand. "K-Kazuya! This is… this is embarrassing! And I'm still… naked!"
"So am I, no problem, and you just sucked me off, so why are you shy like this?" he replied with a mischievous smile, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You two are goddesses, aren't you? So let this mortal here take good care of the treasure he's won."
Ishtar laughed loudly, clearly loving every second. "Already talking like you've completely conquered us."
"Haven't I?"
Ereshkigal murmured something inaudible, burying her face in his chest, but didn't try to escape his arms.
With calm, steady steps, Kazuya left the bathroom, still carefully holding both. Water droplets dripped from their bodies, leaving a trail on the floor as he carried them to the bedroom. His smile remained firm, confident, affectionate, and above all, real.
The bedroom door opened with a soft creak, and Kazuya entered with determined steps, still carrying the two naked goddesses in his arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The massive mattress was covered with soft, dark-toned sheets, already inviting sin. He smiled as he looked at the bed, then at the two in his arms.
"Hold on tight."
Before they could protest, Kazuya flexed his arms and, with an agile, carefree motion, tossed both goddesses onto the mattress.
Ishtar landed on her back with a crystalline laugh, her hair spreading like silk around her head, her breasts bouncing slightly with the impact. She propped herself on her elbows, looking at him with a daring glint in her eyes.
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you, Master?"
"And you're not?" Kazuya replied, raising an eyebrow as he walked to the edge of the bed.
Ereshkigal landed on her side with a small, surprised yelp, her eyes wide as she pulled the sheet to cover her body reflexively. "Master! Warn me before doing things like that!"
"But then it loses the fun," he said with a teasing smile, climbing onto the bed with the confidence of someone who knew exactly where he wanted to be.
Ishtar pulled Ereshkigal closer, embracing her sister as if she'd known her for centuries (which wasn't a lie). "Relax, Eresh. Enjoy it. He's all ours, remember?"
The blonde bit her lower lip but didn't resist when Kazuya leaned over them, his eyes moving from one to the other with sincere admiration and desire. He quickly silenced Ishtar with a kiss. Wild, sweet, and full of promises.
Kazuya pulled away from Ishtar's lips, leaving behind a glistening trail of saliva and a breathless sigh. His eyes roamed the goddess's sculpted body, lingering on every curve and dip like an explorer discovering a new world. He kissed the base of her neck, feeling her racing pulse under his lips, before slowly descending her smooth, white sternum.
His lips found the soft valley between her breasts, sucking and nibbling the tender skin before doing the same to her smooth, rounded peaks, making Ishtar moan and arch her back. He continued downward, kissing the plane of her toned abdomen. His fingers traced the curves of her wide hips, paving the way for the delight to come. Upon reaching the base of her belly, Kazuya softly kissed the tender skin around her femininity before diving in. His lips opened over her delicate vulvar lips, his tongue exploring the hot, wet entrance. Ishtar cried out, her fingers tangling in Kazuya's hair, guiding his mouth with growing urgency.
"Ah ~"
He sucked and licked eagerly, savoring every nuance of Ishtar's unique flavor, while his fingers wove through her neatly trimmed pubic hair, finding the small, hard bud that made her writhe in pleasure. Her hips moved frantically against his mouth, begging for more.
Feeling Ishtar's urgency, Kazuya helped her turn onto all fours, flipping her with almost disconcerting ease, his hands firm on her hips as she propped herself on her elbows. The sight of her rounded buttocks and the pink entrance of her anus and pussy aroused him further. Without hesitation, he licked the wet slit between her buttocks before focusing on the tight little hole, which, as a Servant, had no physiological needs and was completely clean.
Ishtar moaned and whimpered, her hips moving in response to his hungry mouth.
While Kazuya devoted himself to Ishtar's rear pleasures, he positioned himself in a half-kneel, holding her firmly by the hips. At the same time, Ereshkigal moved, lazily lying across Kazuya's lap. Her reddish-brown eyes met his, filled with silent desire. Without a word, she wrapped her lips around Kazuya's pulsing erection.
Kazuya groaned, his hands tightening on Ishtar's hips as he felt Ereshkigal's delicate, hot, and wet touch on his member, but he didn't let it affect his current mission. He quickly returned to sucking Ishtar's pussy, his tongue dancing over her swollen clit, sucking and nibbling with an intensity that made her scream. His fingers gripped the goddess's firm buttocks tightly, feeling the soft skin yield under his pressure. With his other hand, he slid a finger between Ishtar's buttocks, finding the tight, hot entrance of her anus.
She moaned loudly, a hoarse, animalistic sound, as he pressed the tip of his finger inside. Ishtar writhed slightly, adjusting to the new sensation, while Kazuya continued his oral exploration with fervor. His tongue dove deep into her vulva, savoring her divine nectar, while his finger deepened inside her, stretching her tight muscles.
"Ah… Master… more…" Ishtar begged between gasps, her hips rising from the bed in search of more contact. Her fingers tangled in the sheets, crumpling the fabric as pleasure consumed her.
Meanwhile, in Kazuya's lap, Ereshkigal struggled to envelop his entire length with her mouth. Her reddish-brown eyes were wide, teary with a mix of excitement and slight discomfort. She did her best to take more, her throat contracting as her lips pressed firmly around him. Kazuya could feel the wet heat and gentle pressure of her mouth; he caressed Ereshkigal's soft hair with his other hand while continuing to torment the goddess of the heavens with his mouth and fingers.
Ishtar's body began to tremble violently. Her screams grew sharper and more staccato, her muscles contracting in intense spasms. Kazuya felt the hot, abundant gush of her orgasm bathe his mouth, the sticky liquid trickling down his lips. She arched her back, her breathing rapid, as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her eyes were glassy, fixed on a distant point, as her body slowly calmed after the storm.
Kazuya pulled back slightly, his lips coated with Ishtar's nectar.
Still savoring the sweet and salty taste of Ishtar's orgasm, he removed his hand from Ereshkigal's hair, who seemed happy about his earlier caresses and more enthusiastic in her task, and shifted slightly, keeping a finger inside Ishtar's still-tight anus. With his other hand, he gently parted the goddess's buttocks. The sight that revealed itself sent a heat through his body, reigniting the flame of arousal that had nearly faded.
The small, pink hole, now slightly lubricated by his finger, contrasted with the white, soft skin of Ishtar's buttocks. It was an intimate glimpse, a forbidden sight that seemed to pulse with sensual energy. The inner walls appeared to contract gently around his finger, inviting deeper exploration.
Kazuya felt his member in Ereshkigal's lap throb hard. It was almost as if the sight of Ishtar's intimacy had injected a new wave of blood into his veins. He stared for a moment, hypnotized by the raw, uninhibited beauty of that part of her divine body.
A sigh escaped his lips, laden with desire. He tilted his head, his lips softly brushing the tender skin around Ishtar's anus. She moaned quietly, a shiver running through her body; she wasn't fully recovered from her orgasm, but his touch and attention were already reigniting the fire within her.
"So tight…" Kazuya murmured, his voice hoarse and charged with excitement. He moved his finger gently inside her, feeling the firm muscles contract around it. The sensation was incredibly stimulating, opening a new dimension of pleasure for him.
Meanwhile, Ereshkigal felt the increased rigidity of Kazuya in her mouth. She looked up at him, curiosity and a touch of possessiveness shining in her reddish-brown pupils. She intensified her suction, her tongue caressing the sensitive glans, as if wanting to reclaim his attention too.
Kazuya turned his eyes to Ereshkigal, pausing his play with Ishtar's raised buttocks for a moment.
Ishtar moaned, her hips shifting slightly in response to the lack of Kazuya's touch. She turned slightly, her black hair disheveled around her flushed face. Her ruby eyes were fixed on Kazuya's, filled with wild intensity and insatiable desire. Her breathing still came in quick, irregular gasps.
"Master…" she whispered, her voice hoarse and thick with the recent torrent of pleasure. Her red, swollen lips parted slightly as she watched him. "Please…"
"I need you," she continued, her voice now a thread of supplication. Her eyes shone with undeniable urgency. "Fuck me, Kazuya. Now."
There was a raw, primal need in her words, a demand that went beyond mere desire. It was the plea of a goddess, accustomed to having her wishes fulfilled, now completely surrendered to a mere man.
Kazuya felt a shiver run down his spine at the intensity of Ishtar's request. Even more so as she braced her hands on the mattress, arching her back, offering herself to him completely and uninhibitedly. He felt his own desire intensify at the sight of her vulnerable, aroused body. His fingers slid over the curves of her ample buttocks, parting them with growing possessiveness. The sight that revealed itself made his blood boil. Ishtar's small, pink anus glistened slightly, wet, and below, her vulva pulsed, dripping with the clear, sticky fluid of her arousal.
On the other hand, hearing her sister's plea, Ereshkigal stopped sucking Kazuya, lifting her head with a resentful look.
"It's not fair!" she exclaimed, her reddish-brown eyes fixed on Kazuya. "I want it too! I love him too!"
At the end of her words, she shot Kazuya a look filled with intense desire and a hint of jealousy. The intensity in her pale eyes made Kazuya's member throb even harder.
Without a word, Kazuya leaned in and kissed Ereshkigal on the mouth. It was an urgent, passionate kiss, their tongues meeting and battling in a lascivious duel, visible outside their joined mouths. He cupped her delicate face with the hands he'd removed from Ishtar's buttocks, who whimpered, deepening the kiss before finally pulling away, breathless.
"Wait, my sweet Eresh…" he murmured, his voice hoarse and full of promises. "I haven't forgotten you. I'll reward you later… trust me."
He gave her one last peck before turning his attention back to Ishtar, whose hungry gaze never wavered from him. Ereshkigal stepped back with a flushed face; she couldn't deny a request from her beloved Master.
Kazuya returned his focus to Ishtar, whose body trembled with anticipation. With a firm hand, he parted her ample buttocks further, revealing the tantalizing sight of her wet entrances. The small, pink anus glistened invitingly, while her vulva pulsed, its swollen edges gleaming with the fluid of her arousal. With his other hand, he gripped his massive member, the skin hot and taut in his palm. The purple tip brushed gently against the entrance of Ishtar's vulva, sliding up toward the tight, pink entrance of her anus, teasing both openings with a light, provocative touch before sliding upward, Ishtar's buttocks framing his member like a sandwich of soft flesh, the white skin contrasting with the sensitive tip.
Due to the impressive size of his erection, most of its length rested along her back, a visual testament to its magnitude that made Ishtar let out a trembling sigh of excitement.
With his eyes locked on Ishtar's hungry rubies, Kazuya pressed the tip of his member against the swollen lips of her vulva.
The slippery heat enveloped his cock immediately, the abundant moisture easing his entry. With a low, desire-laden groan, he began to insert himself slowly.
The sensation of his colossal member sliding into Ishtar's tight, hot body was overwhelming. She screamed, a sound blending pleasure and a slight, delicious discomfort as she felt his length fill her.
"So big ~"
Seeing her relax, Kazuya began to move inside Ishtar slowly at first, each thrust deep.
The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, mingling with the goddess's loud moans and cries of pleasure. With each thrust, he felt her tight body envelop him completely, the enormity of his member stretching her with every movement.
"Ah! Master… don't stop!" Ishtar begged, her ruby eyes glassy, fixed on a distant point as she delirious with pleasure. "It's so… so good… fill me… destroy me…"
Ishtar's body began to tremble violently, and she screamed as the first wave of orgasm hit her. Her muscles contracted around Kazuya's member, gripping him tightly as she unraveled in gasps and moans.
But Kazuya didn't stop, his sexual fury only growing with the goddess's response. He gripped Ishtar's ample buttocks firmly, parting them further for a clear view of her intimacy. The sight of his member spreading her swollen, wet vulva was spectacular, the pink inner walls stretching to accommodate his girth, making his heart race. He could feel the intense heat and slippery moisture with each thrust, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her.
Ishtar came again, and then again, her screams becoming wild and uncontrollable. She begged for more, calling his name amid spasms of pleasure.
While Kazuya filled Ishtar with the impressive length of his member and fucked her hard, Ereshkigal stepped back slightly, lying on her side at the edge of the mattress. Her reddish-brown eyes were fixed on the scene before her, watching every movement, every moan, every contortion of her sister's body.
A ragged breath escaped her pale lips as arousal began to overtake her. The sight of Kazuya possessing Ishtar with such intensity, the way her sister's body reacted to his touch… it all ignited a flame within her. Slowly, hesitantly at first, Ereshkigal brought her hand to her own intimacy. Her fingers brushed softly against her vulvar lips, feeling the warm moisture beginning to pool there. Her eyes remained fixed on Kazuya and Ishtar, absorbing every detail of that raw act of passion.
With each deep thrust from Kazuya, Ishtar screamed, and each scream seemed to echo within Ereshkigal's body, intensifying her own desire. She began to move her fingers with more confidence, mimicking Kazuya's wild rhythm in her sister.
Her sighs mingled with Ishtar's moans, creating a melody of arousal that filled the room. She could feel her own body heating up, the need growing with every second she spent watching Kazuya and her sister unite.
The sight of Kazuya's massive member penetrating Ishtar so deeply, the way their bodies collided, the way Ishtar clung to the sheets… it was all incredibly stimulating. Ereshkigal squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, imagining how it would feel to experience that same intensity, that same fullness.
Her fingers moved faster and faster, the friction creating waves of heat in her belly. She bit her lower lip, fighting against a louder moan. The initial shame of masturbating in front of them was fading, swallowed by the overwhelming need to touch herself. It's not like she hadn't done this before, though she'd never gotten used to sharing Kazuya with her sister or other Servants…
When Ishtar reached climax again with a wild scream, Ereshkigal's body shuddered. The intensity of her sister's orgasm served as a catalyst for her own growing pleasure. Her fingers moved with urgency, seeking the relief she so desperately craved. Her body began to contract in small spasms, and a low, hoarse moan escaped her lips.
On the other hand, Kazuya thrust hard now, each movement deep and relentless, filling Ishtar completely.
Waves of orgasm coursed through Ishtar's body, making her scream and writhe. Kazuya held her buttocks firmly, squeezing and parting them for a clear view of her pussy and anus. With a free finger, he gently brushed the tight, pink entrance of Ishtar's anus, further intensifying her pleasure.
Out of the corner of his eye, Kazuya saw Ereshkigal lying on her side near the edge of the bed. Her eyes were fixed on them, teary with arousal, as her quick fingers moved between her legs. The sight of her masturbating while he possessed Ishtar drove him even crazier, his sexual fury reaching a new peak.
His thrusts became wilder and deeper, causing visible ripples in Ishtar's large, white buttocks with each impact.
"Ah, Kazuya! More… harder… please!" she begged, her voice hoarse and choked, as if each word was torn from her very soul. Her fingers dug into the sheets, crumpling the fabric as if trying to cling to some sanity slipping away with each overwhelming thrust.
Ishtar's body writhed and arched under Kazuya's impact, her breasts bouncing violently with each movement. Her hips rose from the bed, desperately seeking more contact, more of that sensation consuming her entirely. Each time Kazuya plunged deeper, an even louder scream tore through the air, a testament to the intensity of the pleasure he was inflicting.
"My Master… Gods, Anu, fuck me… fill me… destroy me with your love…"
Choosing not to respond and simply enjoy the pleasure as he had been, Kazuya gripped Ishtar's slender waist firmly, his fingers marking her hot, sweat-slicked skin. He continued his thrusts with force.
Ishtar's screams grew sharper and more staccato, her moans transforming into a wild chorus of ecstasy.
"Ah! Kazuya… I'm going to… I'm going to…" She screamed, her body trembling violently as a powerful orgasm hit her full force. Her muscles contracted around Kazuya's member, gripping him with almost painful intensity.
At the same moment, Kazuya felt his own climax approaching, the wave of pleasure overtaking him completely.
He shouted, his body tensing as hot, spasmodic jets filled Ishtar's interior. The goddess let out a long, trembling sigh, her eyes wide in ecstasy, feeling Kazuya's hot liquid fill her, an overwhelming sensation that carried her to nirvana.
With a wet sound and a slight pop, Kazuya withdrew his member from Ishtar's pussy. Both panted, their bodies covered in sweat and gleaming in the room's dim light. Kazuya watched Ishtar's swollen vulva slowly open, his thick, white cum trickling down her thighs as she collapsed to the side, recovering from the orgasm.
As Kazuya took deep breaths, trying to catch his breath, Ereshkigal's soft, hesitant voice echoed through the room.
"Kazuya…" she said, her reddish-brown eyes fixed on him with a mix of desire and impatience. "Now… it's my turn."
The mere sight of Ereshkigal, her eyes locked on him and the silent promise in her gaze, reignited Kazuya's desire in an instant. His member, still wet from his encounter with Ishtar, returned to full hardness with an eager pulse.
Without wasting time, Kazuya moved quickly, climbing over Ereshkigal's pale, delicate body. He kissed her hard, an urgent, passionate kiss that expressed both his renewed arousal and a silent apology for the wait. His tongue invaded her soft mouth, meeting hers in a lascivious duel.
Parting their lips briefly, Kazuya descended Ereshkigal's body, his lips and hands hungry for her touch. He sucked her breasts, gently nibbling the pink nipples that stiffened under his lips. Ereshkigal moaned softly, a sound blending shyness and pleasure.
Moving lower, his mouth then found Ereshkigal's intimacy. He licked her delicate lips softly, savoring her sweet, subtle taste, before deepening the contact. His fingers found the small mound above her shy lips, caressing it tenderly before venturing lower. He teased gently there, acclimating her to the sensation, while continuing to worship her vulva with his mouth.
Ereshkigal let out trembling sighs, her pale fingers tangling in Kazuya's wet hair. She gripped the strands tightly, her head swaying gently as she lost herself in the overwhelming sensations. Her body arched slightly under Kazuya's touch, each caress bringing her closer to the abyss of pleasure. She murmured his name repeatedly, a mantra of desire and surrender.
But her patience finally ran out. With a small, impatient moan, she grabbed Kazuya's wet hair and pulled him up, interrupting his worship. Her reddish-brown eyes shone with undeniable urgency, the earlier shyness completely swept away by desire.
"Kazuya…" she whispered, her voice hoarse and trembling. "I can't take it anymore… please… fuck me."
Without waiting for a response, she wrapped her pale arms around his neck, gripping him tightly. In a quick, decisive move, she hooked her slender legs behind Kazuya's waist, pinning him against her body. Now, she faced him closely, their bodies pressed together, urgency pulsing between them.
The heat of her body against his, the way her legs wrapped around him with possessiveness, the hungry look in her eyes… it all further ignited Kazuya's desire. He could feel the rapid pulse of her heart against his chest, her hot, irregular breath brushing his face.
Pulling back slightly with Ereshkigal's permission, Kazuya took his still-pulsing member, guiding it carefully to her wet, tight entrance. She held her breath, her eyes widening for a moment, a slight apprehension dancing in her reddish-brown pupils at the magnitude of his size. Yet, the arousal consuming her was equally intense, visible in the blush overtaking her pale cheeks.
"I'm going to put it in, Eresh…" Kazuya said softly and began to insert himself gently. Ereshkigal let out a trembling sigh, her arms tightening around his neck, and her legs closing around his waist, pinning him firmly against her.
The sensation of her hot pussy embracing him with a delicious grip was overwhelming, eliciting a groan from Kazuya's throat.
As he deepened, filling her slowly, Ereshkigal arched her back, her head thrown back.
Her lips parted slightly, a small "ah!" of surprise escaping as her eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, as if glimpsing something beyond that room. Her body trembled again, spasms coursing through her pale limbs.
"Master…" she whispered, her voice choked and almost inaudible, as if speaking in a dream. A wave of heat seemed to emanate from her, and her arms tightened even more around his neck, involuntarily.
"Ah… this…" she managed to articulate, her breathing now rapid and shallow. Her fingers clung to Kazuya's back, the tips pressing into his skin and scratching. "It's… so… hot…"
A small moan of pure pleasure escaped her lips as he fully entered her, feeling him hit her depths.
"Oh… heavens…" she murmured, her voice now slightly louder, charged with growing intensity. Her eyes closed briefly, her brow furrowing in an expression of almost painful ecstasy. "It's… so… good…"
Then, a longer, higher-pitched sound escaped her throat, a soft, abandon-laden cry.
"Aaaah…" Her head tilted slightly to the side, and her muscles relaxed for a moment before contracting again in waves of pleasure; she stopped gripping his neck as she fully relaxed.
Kazuya smiled at Ereshkigal, his eyes filled with tenderness and desire. He held her pale thighs and lifted them, opening her body further to him. Ereshkigal moaned softly as she felt his member pulsing inside her.
With his gaze fixed on her reddish-brown eyes that looked at him with desire despite the orgasm, Kazuya began to move inside her. Each thrust was deep and intentional, filling her completely and making her sigh with pleasure. He kissed her passionately between thrusts, their tongues meeting in an intimate, wild dance.
"Ah… Kazuya…" Ereshkigal murmured between kisses. Her body moved in sync with Kazuya's, her hips rising to meet each thrust. The sensation of being filled by him, combined with his ardent kisses, enveloped her in overwhelming pleasure.
Kazuya increased the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and stronger. Ereshkigal screamed his name, her moans growing louder and more urgent.
Meanwhile, Ishtar, lying on her side on the soft mattress, breathed deeply, her body still vibrating softly from the waves of pleasure that had assailed her. Her ruby eyes, once glassy with ecstasy, now regained focus, turning to the scene before her.
Kazuya was now fully immersed in Ereshkigal, their bodies joined in a passionate rhythm. The underworld goddess's pale legs were raised as he filled her with deep, fervent thrusts. Their lips were locked in lascivious kisses, their tongues dancing in a silent frenzy.
A fierce lasciviousness shone in Ishtar's eyes as she watched the scene. There was no jealousy, only a warm, possessive satisfaction in seeing her Master dominate her sister with such passion. She recalled her own overwhelming sensations, the pleasure that had consumed her minutes earlier, and a slow, sensual smile curved her lips.
She observed Kazuya's movements, the way his muscles contracted with each thrust, the way he held Ereshkigal's thighs firmly. Her eyes roamed her sister's body, noting the blush on her pale cheeks, the trembling sighs escaping her lips, and the way she scratched Kazuya's back.
A spark of arousal reignited within Ishtar as she witnessed Ereshkigal's total surrender to pleasure. She licked her lips, tasting the residual flavor of Kazuya's semen from when she drank it earlier in the bathroom, and a wave of desire coursed through her body again.
On the other hand, with a final, gentle kiss on Ereshkigal's lips, Kazuya turned her gently onto her stomach, withdrawing his cock with a groan of protest from her, who hated the empty sensation. Her breasts flattened against the soft mattress as her hips rose slightly.
Kazuya gripped her pale, firm buttocks, parting them for a clear view of her intimacy.
Ereshkigal's wet entrance invited him, and without hesitation, Kazuya aligned his pulsing member with the opening again. With a low, desire-laden groan, he inserted himself deeply inside her with a single thrust.
The sensation of Ereshkigal's tight, hot body enveloping him completely was addictive.
He held her narrow waist firmly as he began to move, his thrusts deep and rhythmic. With each thrust, his member disappeared entirely inside Ereshkigal, stretching her and making her moan loudly.
"Ah… Kazuya…" she whispered, her voice choked with pleasure. Her arms clutched the sheets, and her back arched involuntarily with each deep thrust. The sensation of being filled by him in that way, with his massive member penetrating her deeply, drove her to the edge of madness.
Kazuya squeezed Ereshkigal's buttocks with his hands, feeling the soft skin yield under his fingers. He could feel every tremor in her body, every hot sigh escaping her lips. The sight of his member disappearing inside her was incredibly arousing, further intensifying his lust.
Ereshkigal's moans grew louder and more urgent, mingling with the sounds of their bodies colliding. She threw her head back, her golden hair spilling over the mattress as she surrendered completely to the pleasure, completely ignoring her sister watching with a smile.
Kazuya intensified his thrusts, feeling Ereshkigal's body tighten around his member with each deep thrust. Her moans grew sharper and more staccato, her hot sighs brushing his ears. He could feel the wave of pleasure coursing through her body, her muscles contracting in delicious spasms.
"Ah… Master… I… I'm going to…" Ereshkigal gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets as her body arched further. A series of small cries escaped her lips, and he knew she was on the verge of climax.
At the same moment, Kazuya's own body tensed. The sensation of being deep inside her, the tight, wet heat enveloping his member, the way she clung to him… it all pushed him to the edge. A hoarse groan escaped his throat as waves of pleasure coursed through him.
He thrust deeply one last time and felt his body contract, hot, abundant jets filling Ereshkigal's interior. She screamed, her own orgasm perfectly coinciding with his, their bodies trembling in unison.
Kazuya collapsed over her, supporting himself with his hands on either side of her body, allowing his member to remain deeply lodged inside her, pulsing as it continued to release his semen. Ereshkigal breathed deeply, her eyes fixed on his due to her head being thrown back, a wet, ecstatic glint in them.
He tilted his head and kissed her softly on the lips. It was a tender, intimate kiss, and Ereshkigal returned it with a small smile, her eyes still teary with ecstasy.
In that moment, a shadow loomed over them. Ishtar, with a hungry glint in her ruby eyes, approached the bed. She leaned in and kissed Kazuya, her lips meeting his with ardent possessiveness.
"Master…" she whispered against his lips, her voice husky and laden with desire.
"I want more too."
Kazuya parted from Ereshkigal with one last gentle kiss, his body still pulsing from the recent release. His member, gloriously erect, slid out of the underworld goddess's wet entrance, leaving a glistening trail of his semen trickling down her pale thighs. Ereshkigal sighed deeply, a serene smile dancing on her lips as her half-lidded eyes fixed on the ceiling, absorbed in the wave of pleasure still coursing through her.
Without missing a beat, Kazuya's attention turned to Ishtar, whose ruby eyes gleamed with voracious intensity, hungry for more of his touch. He kissed her with overwhelming passion, wrapping her in his strong arms and lifting her from the mattress as if she were made of feathers. The kiss continued, their bodies pressed together, the promise of more pleasure lingering in the dense, hormone-charged air, an intoxicating aroma of desire and satisfaction.
Positioning Ishtar facing him, her legs wrapping around his waist, Kazuya penetrated her with a low, eager groan. The goddess of the heavens screamed as she felt his member's length fill her again, the tip of his cock finding the hot, tight depths of her pussy, reigniting the flame of lust in her eyes. Gripping her firm, rounded buttocks tightly, Kazuya began to fuck her standing on the bed. His movements were fast and relentless, making Ishtar's sculpted body writhe in ecstasy. She panted and moaned with each deep thrust, her orgasms cascading in overwhelming waves, each more intense than the last, culminating in wild screams echoing through the room.
Finally, his own wave of pleasure hit Kazuya, and he came deep inside her, his hot, abundant semen mixing with Ishtar's divine nectar, sealing that moment with a shared sigh of satisfaction.
With Ishtar still panting and satisfied, Kazuya turned to Ereshkigal, who watched the scene with a mix of silent adoration and a hint of impatience, her reddish-brown eyes filled with expectation. He gently took her in his arms and laid her on her side on the bed, her golden hair spilling over the dark sheet like a celestial halo. Lifting one of her slender legs, he kissed her soft thigh gently before positioning himself behind her and inserting his member again into her wet, tight entrance. He fucked her with a steady, passionate rhythm, his lips meeting hers in tender, lascivious kisses, whispering words of affection between moans. Once again, pleasure overwhelmed Kazuya, and he came deep inside Ereshkigal, sealing that intimate moment with a hot, pulsing release that made her sigh with contentment.
As Ereshkigal recovered in his arms, Kazuya turned his attention to Ishtar, whose hungry gaze never wavered from him, her arousal still palpable in the air. He took her and carried her to the edge of the bed, laying her on her stomach with her face buried in the soft mattress, her long black hair cascading like a dark waterfall. She stretched her arms to the sides, spreading her legs in complete, uninhibited surrender, offering herself to him without reservation. Kneeling between her parted thighs, Kazuya spread them further, bending her legs back and pressing her heels against her ample, white buttocks, exposing her intimacy invitingly. The sight aroused him again, and with a low, desire-laden groan, he penetrated her hard, feeling his massive member fill her completely once more.
He fucked her with wild intensity, each thrust deep and relentless, driving Ishtar to scream with pleasure, her cries echoing through the room like a chant of divine lust. Finally, climax hit him again, and he came deep inside the goddess of the heavens' tight vulva…
And so the night continued, with the three savoring each other's bodies, quenching the longing in their hearts.