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“Thank you for having me over again,” Ren said, nuzzling against Makoto who sat beside him on the living room sofa. A warm giggle escaped from her lips as he showered her with affection and he adored the way she returned his love, “Really, as much as I liked staying with Sojiro the last time I was in Tokyo, sleeping on a mattress not suspended by crates feels better,”
“Gosh yeah, I couldn’t believe you were staying in that attic for the majority of your first year here.” Makoto laughed sympathetically, recalling the way the floorboards of the attic in Leblanc creaked below her feet. Both of them had been dating ever since Ren had arrived in Tokyo a year ago. A holiday from his countryside town to spend time with his girlfriend. Arriving in the twilight of the evening he quickly settled within Makoto and Sae’s shared apartment, Makoto herself feeling homesick. Sae was still at her work, the responsibilities of being an agent of the law still time-consuming even with her changed profession. Ren silently thanked the older Niijima for the privacy, even if it was out of her control. Treated generously to a homemade dinner, they both sat together on the living room sofa, indulging in each other’s company they sorely craved for so long.
“You sure Morgana is fine with your parents? I won’t object to him being over here for a few days, and I’m sure Sis is fine with too,” Makoto asked. Ren gave her a reassuring nod.
“He’s a big boy,” Ren laughed, sliding a hand on her lap as he leaned closer, “Plus… we can finally spend alone time together, can’t we?" he whispered. Makoto tensed her shoulders, noticing how his grip tightened slightly against her lap, how he pushed himself uncomfortably towards her.
“Yeah… Sorry, I’m not feeling like engaging in anything sexual tonight,” she confessed. Ren pulled back from her face, grip loosening in disappointment, “But- but maybe next time-”
“It’s okay,” Ren mumbled, kissing on her cheek lovingly, yet he couldn’t help but sigh disappointingly while his arousal ached against his crotch. Ultimately he respected her wish, giving her a peck on the cheek. “How about we just watch a movie together, would that be alright?” he asked.
“Yes,” she sighed, her exhaustion showing on her face, “That would be wonderful,”
Deja Vu washed over Ren when he found himself waking up in a sea of nothing but ethereal blue and black, the colour surrounding him so familiar to him, yet each time he hopelessly tried to name the place around him, only to leave him wordless. It wasn’t the Velvet Room, the appearance of his tattered prison uniform, the oak table of Igor or his wardens, his prison cell, all absent from this almost dreamlike realm. “Hello?” he called out, his voice cracking and echoing over the ominous fog that hugged the reflective floor beneath his feet. He was alone. And then suddenly, he felt something behind him, turning to see a mass of green towering over him, riding a chariot of gold its obscene appearance startled Ren.
“Trickster,” Mara boomed, its gaping mouth unmoving as it took up most of its phallic head, arms swimming as if reaching for the teenager before its magnificent form. “You have done well in defeating the False God and the Gentle Madman in dooming humanity. I have come here to give you a gift, a gift to use my powers to do as you wish in the sake of your desires; to bend the will of anyone you choose, and take your rightful place as the ruler of all reality, son of Satanael,”
Ren opened his mouth to speak. Yet barely a sound escaped from his lips.
“Did you sleep well last night?” Makoto asked Ren who was busy in the kitchen, hovering around their siphon as the scent of coffee wafted amongst the air. Pulling out and sitting on one of the seats located around the dining table she silently observed him from afar. When Ren didn’t immediately answer her eyebrows furrowed in worry. He seemed deep in thought; something uneased him, his demeanour different to his excitable persona from just a day ago.
“Ren,” she called out once more, and Ren snapped from his trance and stared at her with a dumbfounded expression. With the light of the kitchen, she could spot no bags under his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just had a weird dream, that’s all,” he smiled reassuringly at her, lying through his teeth. The words Mara had spoken to him still lingered in his mind; he knew it was too good to be true, yet he still couldn’t explain how real it felt. The sight of the phallic demon towering over him, one of many of his personas, lending its power to him once more. Nothing made sense. Where was Arsene? Why did only Mara appear before him, and not somewhere that was in the Velvet Room? And was Mara lying about him able to brainwash someone outside of the Metaverse?
He looked up to find Makoto tapping on her phone, her worried scowl still there she quickly flashed him a smile of reassurance. An idea popped into his mind. One he was not proud of, but he knew he had to try or else the gnawing of his curiosity would sure overwhelm him. “Makoto?” he called out to the brunette, “Can you come here? I need to help your help with something,”
“Of course,” she smiled, and Ren already felt apprehensive in following out his plan. he got up from her seat, walking towards the kitchen with little idea what she would be in for, “How can I help?”
“Just stand there, Makoto,” he instructed her, and Makoto did so as he commanded. Ren stared into her eyes, the spell he wanted to cast on the tip of his tongue. There was no turning back. “Marin Karin,” the words rolled from his lips. Nothing happened, and then suddenly, Makoto clutched her head in pain, Ren rushing to her side in panic.
“Makoto!” he cried, sweeping her off her feet and making his way towards the sofa. Settling her down next to him he once more checked on her condition. “Makoto, are you okay?”
Makoto removed her palm from her forehead, blinking with a dazed expression before turning to meet his gaze, and smiled. He noticed the pink ring around her eyes shined subtly against her iris. Before he could say anything else she said: “Hello, Master,”
“M-Master?” he stuttered in bewilderment, yet Makoto was unflinching towards his reaction. Makoto merely chuckled at his reaction, a petite hand settling on his lap, and he did nothing as it inched up towards his leg. She was brainwashed. It worked. “Makoto, are you okay?”
“Of course, I’m okay,” Makoto replied, blinking at him with innocent eyes she continued, “I’m okay whenever I’m with you, Master. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you’re calling me Master,” Ren pointed out, barely able to comprehend the predicament he found himself in. Makoto frowned at his surprise, but stayed silent, “You don’t call me that unless it’s in the bedroom-”
“Would that make you happy?” Makoto said, a dangerous flash in her eyes as Ren turned to look at her. He opened his mouth to speak, but Makoto was already grabbing the hem of his trousers, undoing his zip and buttons before pulling them down, exposing his boxers, and Ren could barely react during the confusion of movement that freely happened to him. Kneeling before him she slowly tugged down his boxers. A petite hand crept inside them, grabbing hold of his flaccid cock she pulled down his foreskin before giving it a loud, greedy kiss. “You mentioned you wanted some ‘sexy time’ yesterday,” she recalled, smiling at how Ren’s hips shivered from her lips, “And I’m more than happy to grant your wish if you’d like me to, Master,”
Ren could only surrender to her touch as Makoto’s grasp on him tightened, stroking his length while she brought her lips to his cock, kissing and licking the sensitive skin she threw herself readily into her worship, sending electrifying fire that made Ren’s chest grumble a hearty groan. Everything felt surreal to him.
And though he tried so desperately to escape from her grasp he couldn’t ignore how desperately he wanted her attention, rolling his hips against her plush lips he loved how they caressed lovingly amongst his hardening shaft.
The sound of rattling keys against the wooden door instantly snapped him back into reality. Now keenly aware that Sae was back from work. Panic once more swelled deep within him, stuck between the plush cushion of the sofa and Makoto’s devotion to his cock, who was currently sucking his shaft into her needy mouth. Everything moved too fast for him and he scarcely processed any of it; the sight of Sae’s shocked expression as she witnessed the sight of her little sister, vigorously face-fucking herself in the worship of Ren’s cock with everything she had to offer. Ren himself was too stunned to do anything but stare at her, his expression mirroring her shock while Makoto continued bobbing her head up and down his shaft in her own frantic need to please, her spit bubbling from the corners of her mouth, covering the cock of her master with her spit.
The apartment door swung closed. A wave of Ren’s panicked hand, a silent command, and Sae soon too fell onto her knees before he had fully processed what he had done.
“Ngh- Makoto? What are you doing?” Sae mumbled; her eyes squeezed shut as Makoto drew back from Ren’s cock. A loud, wet ‘pop’ rang from her lips as she wiped the dripping spit from her mouth with the back of her hand, looking at her sister with a plain expression.
“I’m worshipping my Master,” she said before Ren could utter any sort of excuse, “Is there anything wrong with it, sis?”
“Yes, Makoto,” Sae huffed, only to open her eyes to show the same pink ring that hugged her irises. She pushed herself off the floor, winking at a baffled Ren before moving behind him to put her bag away. A moment later she too joined Makoto on her knees in front of Ren. “Worshipping him without your sister? I know I’m hard on you at times, Makoto, but excluding me in worshipping such a cock not only greedy of you but incredibly rude. At least allow me to show you how it’s done,”
A bold hand grabbed onto a baffled Ren before she started to eagerly lick against his hot length, moaning at the way he throbbed lovingly against her tongue, lapping up her sister’s spit as if cleaning him from her filth. “I’ve never seen a cock this wonderful,” he praised in between her licks, loving how Ren’s cock twitched with excitement with her words, “So nice and thick, perfect for fucking. You’re lucky to have a boyfriend with such a perfect cock, Makoto,”
“Thank you, sis, and I agree,” Makoto sighed, yet Sae barely paid attention as she tugged against the rest of his boxers, cupping his balls with one hand while the other continued to stroke his length. All feelings of confusion soon fizzled out from his mind the deeper Sae went with her worship. Ren threw back his head against the sofa, too weak to fight the pleasure that assaulted him, Ren instead allowed Sae to please him in however way she wanted to. And Sae took over full responsibility to satisfy his urges, a jealous Makoto watched silently from afar, wearing a small pout on her lips. “Sis,” she whined, unconsciously moving her hands to play with her clit with impatient need, “It’s my responsibility to please him. You can’t just take him from me like that,”
“I don’t mind you two sharing,” Ren slurred in the high of his emotions, no longer finding the strength in fighting the predicament he found himself in. The brainwashing ailment in the Metaverse always wore off right? He had confidence in getting both Sae and Makoto back, even if it meant the possibility of having to deal with two, very confused and angry girls. And he needed this, watching as Makoto crawled up to him to join her sister in praising his meaty cock.
The sight of their lips trailing against each side of his cock was something magnificent to witness, Makoto trailing her lips towards his sensitive glans while Sae moved down to suck greedily on his base. Both sisters eagerly covered his cock in their glistening spit, fire and lust rushed towards their head with little room for the fringes of sanity they had left in their desire to please him. The gap between his pleased moans grew shorter between his breaths, Ren gently rolled his hips upward for more, loving how Makoto’s tongue burned lovingly against his sensitive skin as she lapped up the salty precum that oozed out from his cock, “Your mouths, feels so good,” he panted with laboured breaths, “I want to- I want to fuck you both,”
“Please, fuck me first,” Makoto shot up from his cock before Sae could voice her wants, lines of spit from his glans hung pathetically for all to see in her desire for his cock inside of her. A heartfelt laugh and a nod from him was enough approval for her, frantically throwing the articles of her clothing around the room. Sae rose from his crotch with a disappointed pout on her mouth, her bright lipstick decorating his shaft.
“That includes you too, Sae,” Ren purred in command. She looked at him wide-eyed, mumbling heartfelt ‘thank you’s before stripping her garments off from her busty frame. Ren delighted in the sight of the two Niijima sisters, casually kicking his trousers and boxers completely off his legs, both women looking at him eagerly for his next command. “I would like it if Makoto was on top of you, Sae,” he said, words ringing urgently in their ears and addled minds as if a command. Sae obediently laid on the floor while Makoto climbed on top of her, Ren’s enthusiastic smile only grew when he saw both of their pink pussies glistening with their arousal; scarlet pink, dripping, and begging to be fucked. Now at full mast, Ren licked his lips, content to embrace his lust he approached them. Rubbing his cock against the mounds of flesh he moaned at the heat that radiated between them, “Both of you feel so, so good,” he moaned, rolling his head in his delirium, and with a clumsy slam, he thrust himself into the older Niijima below him.
“Holy shit!” Sae squealed, going crossed eyed below her sister as Ren’s cock stabbed and stretched against her dripping folds with such ferocity. As a virgin Sae had little experience in taking real cock, always having depended on her slender fingers in quelling her carnal urges; Ren’s meaty shaft plunging her further into her overwhelming, cloying emotions she scarcely experienced. Makoto could only watch jealously at Sae’s shifting expression, aroused by the squelching of her juices each time Ren pumped his hips into her, slapping against Makoto’s rump teasingly, reminding her of the absence of his cock. But she laid into her desires while Ren continued to indulge in her tight virgin cunt with little restraint. He surrendered himself to how her walls caressed his shaft, coiling around his cock and sucking him further in a fit of nothing but senseless, primal greed. “You’re splitting me apart!” she screamed so hotly in between her moans that bubbled from her throat, curling her legs around her sister, her toes doing the same against her back, “You’re so big, fuck me deeper with your thick cock!”
“You’re too loud, sis,” Makoto hissed jealously, leaning down to kiss Sae on the lips if only to swallow her debauched cries while Ren continued to fuck her. Their lips caressed each other pleasingly, Sae gasping each time her sister drew back and the pleasure that stirred up from Ren scraping against her sensitive spots in her cloying bliss. Watching how Sae squirmed she reminisced how good Ren’s cock felt inside her. Whining in need she reached down, slipping one, then two, then three fingers into her aching cunt. Barely able to feel a spark of the same sexual joy she felt strong hands grip against her wrist. “Ren please, I feel so empty,” she whined needily, thrusting her ass in an attempt to entice him to finally give her pussy attention she so obviously craved. “I need your cock, please, Master. I want it, please give me your love and everything you have to offer,”
“But I’m your Master, Makoto, shouldn’t’ I be the one who chooses who to fuck?” Ren whined playfully, relishing in the sight of her pathetic, drooling cunt. He tightened her grip in his arousal with the intent of solidifying his domination over her. Greedily he plunged two fingers from his free hand into her cunt, Makoto crying out with obscene noises as her lips curled onto a tight ‘O’. Ren loved how her eager walls coiled around his digits, coating them in fluids, enticing him to plunge further into her leaking hole. “God, you’re so fucking wet,” he hissed unbearably, tearing his fingers away and causing Makoto to spasm uncontrollably on top of her sister. In one swift motion he withdrew his cock from the older Niijima sister, still wet with her fluids, he plunged his length into Makoto. The brunette threw her head back, cries of delight spilt out from her dirty lips while she spasmed around him.
Ren loved how eager Makoto accepted his cock, like she was made to please only him, his hands around her hips he slammed into her with wild abandon. Fire and desire carried him deeper into her with his thrusts, the primal need to dominate her, to make her his bitch took over, Ren submitting to his instincts as he forced Makoto to submit to his cock. And Makoto readily bent to his will, swaying her hips in a clumsy attempt to match his pace in expression of her knowing right then where she stood. There was little she could do against his cock; there was little she wanted to do against it, her only desire to submit to the dizzying cloy of the emotions that she could do nothing but take what he was willing to give. Each teasing pull out from her pussy only left her wanting more before Ren rolled his hips back into her in an intoxicating rhythm. So many directions he tugged her in, demanding more the faster he fucked her with her greed, his balls swinging wildly against her sensitive clit, and she was content with comprehending none of it.
“Thick, so thick, you’re so thick,” Makoto panted, each breath dedicated to nothing but righteous worship of his cock. She could feel Ren pace growing faster, his slams into her lacking any real sanity and patience, allowing her fiery passion to consume her wholly while he recklessly fucked her sopping cunt, and she could feel his cock throbbing wildly with the promise of his cum. And Makoto wanted his thick spunk inside her, swept by the heat of her instincts that blazed throughout her body. Every cell within her cried out in a cacophony of sensations that begged her for the same thing; the need for him to breed her, for her to receive his cum. “Ren cum inside me with your cock,” she begged recklessly, the spell still weighed heavily on her mind, “Please, Master, make me your bitch, show me my true place - on top of your cock!”
“Makoto!” Ren screeched, her louche words pushing him over the edge and into his overwhelming climax he awarded her dedication with a thick, generous creampie. The overwhelming warmth of his cum pushed her to her climax. With a shutter she decorated his cock with her cum, Ren groaning at her release while he still held himself inside her with his stalled hips.
“Please, I want to cum too,” Sae mumbled in uncharacteristic vulnerability, her heartbeat pounding inside her eardrums. She too wanted his cock, to experience the pleasure her sister on top in envy, “Master,” she called him, snapping Ren from his blissful stupor, “I want your cock too,”
“Well, since you asked nicely,” Ren purred smugly, withdrawing his cock from Makoto before slamming it once more into her cunt. Sae choked lovingly at the overwhelming feeling of her cunt stretched out generously once more, unable to prepare herself towards the brutal assault of Ren’s unbridled lust with the minute amount of sanity she had left in her sex-addled brain. Compared to her sister Sae had little experience with taking cock, her virginity already reaped by someone younger than her apparent through her screams of delight, Makoto pecking her flushed cheeks in tender love, Sae trying to comprehend her feelings and failed at everything she sought out to do. She felt completely undone by the cock of her Master, her collected demeanour undone and reduced into the panting bitch she was always destined to be. And this pleased Ren; his satisfied smile contorting into something more sinister, pleased at how easily Sae tumbled into her blissful insanity with his dick.
“More, deeper Ren, please,” Sae moaned pleadingly as she focused only on how his thick, brutal cock gouged her folds with such roughness she could barely dream of. “Master, please fuck me more,” she begged, her words slurring with her tears, Makoto lapping up the tears that ran down her face with eagerness. Ren’s delight only soared further, quickening his pace he slammed recklessly against the fat of Makoto’s ass and into Sae’s pussy, the older Niijima screaming a chorus of thankful praise with each roll of his hips. Ren could feel himself approach his second orgasm; Makoto having done the legwork in awakening his lustful instincts to their fullest potential by wringing him of his first load. His cock throbbed once more, his balls ached, yearning to unload the rest of his spunk into Sae, and he too could feel her getting close herself in what felt to be an explosive orgasm.
It took Ren little effort to make Sae cum, pushing her over the precipice of her orgasm with a single, direct slam into the entrance of her womb. Sae came undone below him in a spectacular performance; “Cum in me, please!” she begged in her orgasmic fit, milking Ren with her cunt. Another well-aimed stab against her cervix was all Ren needed to give her what she craved, filling her womb with her own thick, generous helping of his cum.
After filling both Niijima siblings Ren withdrew from their laid forms, his cock dripping with their fluids, admiring his work. Satisfaction welled up inside him at the sight of their gaping pussies that oozed with his spunk. A taste of power over whoever he wanted, so intoxicating and useful, a part deep inside him craved for more.
Futaba could only stare in bewilderment at the surreal sight she quietly witnessed.
She had innocent intentions. She peeked through Ren's phone camera to check on her friend, only to witness him fuck Makoto and Sae while they called him 'Master'.
Something was unsettling about it. Something wrong. Futaba knew it, ignoring the arousal and heat radiating from her crotch. But she feared that Sojiro would reprimand her for spying on Ren. So, emerging from her dimly room and out into the backstreets of Yongen-Jaya, she stumbled amongst the people wandering the area for any familiar face she could find. It didn’t take long for her to catch a glimpse of the familiar punk doctor, Takemi Tae wandering into her clinic, and sheepishly she followed behind.