Naruto grinned widely, looking at the quest in front of him.
Well, it took a while, but I finally got this one done!
[Main Quest Complete!]
[Steal Riser Phenex's Peerage!]
[Part 2:]
[Seduce [Riser Phenex's] Peerage to gain an upperhand in the Rating Game!]
[Have sex with any member of [Riser Phenex's] Peerage during the Rating Game, excluding [Li] and [Ni]!
Rewards:
[+2500 Gold]
[+Normalize Situation skill!]
Bonus Conditions:
Have sex with any of [Riser Phenex's] peerage in front of [Issei Hyoudou] during the Rating Game
Have sex with any of [Riser Phenex's] peerage in front of [Kiba Yuuto] during the Rating Game
Have sex with any of [Riser Phenex's] peerage in front of [Riser Phenex] during the Rating Game
Have sex with any of [Rias Gremory's] peerage in front of [Riser Phenex] during the Rating Game
Bonus Rewards:
[+25000 Gold]
[Decreased difficulty for future quests!]
Time Limit: Until the Rating Game ends!
Naruto grinned, standing in his luxurious home in the pitch-black void as he looked at the quest completion screen, which wasn't the only one he had.
[Difficulty Control Quest Alert!]
[Humiliate Riser Phenex and make your dominance known throughout the Underworld!]
[Humiliate [Riser Phenex] inside the Rating Game!]
[Showcase your dominance to the viewers!]
Rewards:
[+100 Gold per 'Humiliation Level' recorded with [Riser Phenex!]
[+10 Gold per 'Dominance Level' recorded inside the Rating Game!]
[Lowered Difficulty in future quests!]
Rewards Calculated:
Humiliation Level: 152
Dominance Level: 2,890
The difficulty of future quests has been lowered by an extreme amount!
I'm rich, and the game gets easier now? This is awesome!
Naruto couldn't help the large grin on his face, and he nodded approvingly at the rewards. In the end, between the two quests, he had racked up a ton of gold, which numbered more than 50,000.
I've seen a lot of super expensive stuff in the shop, so it's not like I'm set for life or anything, but this is still a damn good amount. I can't imagine using this much up anytime soon.
On top of that, the final reward for the [Difficulty Control Quest] was very appealing, as having his future quests be lower in difficulty would be very nice.
I've been getting into the groove lately, and I did well in the Rating Game, but I'm still not cut out for this whole 'being the bad guy' thing. I'm glad it's going to get easier.
Especially because Naruto knew the entire Underworld had seen the show he had put on in the Rating Game, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He didn't know much about devils, so he didn't know if he'd have anyone coming for his head because of what he did, but he imagined he had made a few enemies from his performance. Having whatever backlash he had to deal with assumedly be easier to handle because of the quest difficulty lowering was a good result in Naruto's eyes.
On top of that, the [Normalize Situation] skill seems pretty busted...
Naruto had already read through the description when he completed the quest immediately after the Rating Game, and it had shocked him.
[Normalize Situation] - Exchange Gold or Chakra to make an unnormal situation seem normal! Anything can be normalized, from having sex in public, to declaring yourself as the King of the Devils! However, the more abnormal the situation is, the more Chakra or Gold that will be required.
Naruto had tested it a bit, and essentially, it allowed him to make anything he did seem normal to the rest of the world.
I wish I had that during the Rating Game! Walking a noble devil around like a dog definitely isn't normal...
However, Naruto had found that the cost of using the skill was pretty high, so he couldn't use it carelessly. It took a lot of Gold or Chakra, which luckily he had a ton of both, but he didn't have an unlimited amount of either.
"Now, Rias told me her family would want to see me right away," Naruto muttered, as the Rating Game had only ended a few hours ago, and everyone had gone home to rest up after being pulled out. Naruto had expected there to be some type of celebration for their victory, but...
After crawling around and being fucked for hours straight with the entire world watching, I can't blame them for wanting rest. We can celebrate later.
As Naruto turned away from his completed quests, already thinking about what Rias' family would think about what he did in the Rating Game, he blinked as another quest appeared.
[Main Quest Alert!]
[Take Over the House of Gremory!]
[Part 1:]
[Seduce [Venelana Gremory], the Lady of the House of Gremory!]
[Have sex with [Venelana Gremory]!
Rewards:
[+2500 Gold]
Bonus Conditions:
Have sex with [Venelana Gremory] in front of [Zeoticus Gremory]
Have sex with [Venelana Gremory] in front of [Rias Gremory]
Bonus Rewards:
[+10000 Gold]
Time Limit: Until your trip to the Gremory Estate ends!
Wait... this doesn't look easier at all?!
Naruto stared, wide-eyed, at what the quest was asking him to do. It was hard enough to seduce Riser's peerage, but this was a whole different beast. To seduce Lady Gremory, Rias' mother, and then have sex with her in front of her husband, who was also a noble, and prideful, devil?
"How the hell am I supposed to do this?" Naruto groaned, rubbing his face tiredly with his hand.
Luckily for him, he was about to find out that this quest was much easier than he ever imagined.
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"Hello, Naruto-kun. Thank you for what you did for my daughter!"
"Ah... it was nothing?" Naruto responded a bit sheepishly, watching as the red-haired man in front of him, who was both Rias' father and Lord Gremory, bowed to him in thanks.
He's thanking me for that? He knows that I just walked his daughter around on a leash for the whole Underworld to see, right? And I'm pretty sure that I broadcast a message about how I was going to breed Rias for the whole world to see.
Naruto glanced around, taking in the extravagant room they were in, which was rather empty for it's huge size aside from a massive couch in the middle, along with a television on the wall. He was inside the Gremory Estate at the moment, as Rias had told him that her parents wanted to thank him for helping her win the Rating Game. As a result, he, Rias, and Akeno were standing in front of the duo of Gremory's who were Rias' parents.
"Thank you so much, Naruto-sama!" a female's purr next to him cut through his thoughts, "I'm so glad you could get my Rias-chan away from that womanizer!"
Naruto's gaze snapped towards the speaker, and he found his breath catching in his throat.
The woman was a vision of mature, breathtaking beauty. Venelana Gremory. Her long, silky brown hair cascaded down her back, and her face was a perfect, heart-shaped canvas of elegance and poise, with high cheekbones, a defined jawline, and full, inviting lips that were curled into a grateful, yet undeniably seductive smile. Her eyes, a stunning shade of violet that seemed to glow with an inner light, held a warmth and a wisdom that was both comforting and incredibly alluring.
She was dressed in a loose, flowing white dress, a simple, yet elegant garment that did little to hide the incredible curves of her body. The fabric clung to her in all the right places, hinting at the perfect hourglass figure that lay beneath. Her breasts, even larger and fuller than her daughter's, strained against the soft material, their shape a perfect, inviting temptation. The dress had a plunging neckline that offered a tantalizing glimpse of the soft, pale flesh of her cleavage, a sight that made Naruto's mouth water and his traitorous cock twitch with a sudden, sharp jolt of lust.
Her waist was narrow and defined, a perfect, delicate curve that flared out into wide, powerful hips. The dress flowed down from her waist, a cascade of white silk that hinted at the long, toned legs that were hidden beneath. The fabric was thin, almost translucent in the dim, romantic lighting of the dining room, and he could see the faint, dark silhouette of her legs, a clear, undeniable sign that she was wearing nothing underneath.
"M-Mother! Father!" Rias huffed, grabbing Naruto's arm as she shoved it between her breasts, "D-Don't act like you didn't see what happened in the Rating Game! This is... embarrassing."
Naruto's eyes widened as he stared at the Gremory Matriarch as she took another step forward, her movements a fluid, hypnotic grace that was a stark, terrifying contrast to the nervous, stammering girl who was clinging to his arm.
"My apologies, my dear Rias," Venelana purred, her voice a low, melodious purr that was both a dismissal and a declaration. Her eyes, however, never left Naruto's. "We did see. My husband and I saw everything. And... we were impressed. So very, very impressed."
She took another step, closing the distance between them until her body was pressed flush against his. The soft, yielding flesh of her massive breasts was a warm, intimate caress against his chest, a stark, intimate contact that made him groan with a fresh, sharp jolt of arousal. The fabric of her dress was a thin, flimsy barrier that did little to hide the heat of her body, or the hard, pebbled points of her nipples, which were now clearly visible through the thin material.
"Oh, it was magnificent," she breathed, her voice a low, husky whisper that was a direct, intoxicating assault on his senses. She looked up at him, her violet eyes smoldering with a raw, uninhibited lust that made his head spin. "Seeing you dominate them all... my daughter, your pathetic little harem, and especially... that arrogant Phenex boy and all his whores..."
A slow, deliberate shudder ran through her body, a clear, undeniable sign of her arousal. "It was... intoxicating. I couldn't help but imagine... imagine what it would feel like to be in their place. To be on my knees for you. To be stripped, and used, and humiliated for the entire Underworld to see. To be turned into nothing more than your bitch, a plaything for your pleasure..."
Her words were a poison, a sweet, intoxicating venom that made the hazy, lust-filled fog in his mind grow even thicker. The image she painted, a vision of the proud, elegant Gremory Matriarch, a woman who was respected and feared throughout the Underworld, now reduced to a whimpering, submissive slut, was a potent, intoxicating drug that made his already hard cock throb with a fresh, desperate wave of need.
I-Is this what the quest meant by making future ones easier? Because she saw what happened in the Rating Game... she's just going to throw herself at me?!
It seemed to Naruto that the seemingly impossible quest was now not only possible, but actually incredibly easy.
"M-Mother! What are you saying?!" Rias stammered, her face flushing deeper at her mother's forwardness, and she looked over at her father, "Father! Are you just going to let her... do this?!"
Zeoticus Gremory, the powerful, respected Lord of the Gremory Clan, just stood there, a strange, unreadable expression on his face. He wasn't angry, or outraged, or even surprised. He was... intrigued. He watched as his wife, the mother of his children, pressed her body against another man, a human who had just publicly dominated and claimed their daughter. And, as he did, a tent started to pitch in his pants.
Venelana just chuckled as she turned her head, her gaze still locked on Naruto's, a challenging, expectant look in her eyes.
"Oh, don't mind your father, my dear," she purred, a dismissive, contemptuous wave of her hand that made Rias's jaw drop. "Zeoticus has always been a closet cuck anyway. He gets off on this kind of thing. On watching a real man take what's his."
The accusation, a direct, public humiliation, made Zeoticus flinch, a sharp, sudden intake of breath. But he didn't deny it. He didn't protest. He just stood there, his gaze locked onto Venelana.
Venelana's attention snapped back to Naruto, a smoldering, predatory fire in her violet eyes. Her hand, in a slow, deliberate motion, snaked downwards. Her fingers, long and elegant, traced the outline of his hardened cock through the fabric of his pants. The touch was a jolt, a sudden, intimate caress that made him groan with a fresh, sharp jolt of pleasure.
"My, my," she whispered, her voice a low, husky purr that was a direct, intoxicating assault on his senses. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, a warm, intimate caress that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "This is... impressive. So much bigger. So much... harder. My husband is a powerful Devil, a Lord of the Underworld... but he's nothing compared to you. He's a boy playing at being a man. You... you're a real man."
Her other hand came up to rest on his chest, a possessive, intimate gesture that made Rias gasp with shock. "I've been so... bored. So unsatisfied, pretending to be the perfect, noble wife. But watching you... It woke something up in me. Something dark. Something hungry. I don't want to be a noble Lady anymore. I want to be your woman. Your slut. Your whore. I want you to use me in front of my husband. I want you to breed me in front of my daughter. Please, Naruto-sama... show me what it's like to be fucked and made into your bitch."
Rias watched, her jaw hanging open, her face stuck in pure shock. Her mother, the epitome of grace and elegance, the woman who had instilled in her the values of nobility and pride, was now groping another man right in front of her, whispering the most depraved, submissive fantasies in his ear.
A giggle, a low, melodic sound, cut through the stunned silence. Akeno, who had been watching the scene with a wide, sadistic smirk, stepped forward. She wrapped her arm around Rias's shoulders, a gesture that was both comforting and encouraging.
"Don't just stand there gawking, Rias," Akeno purred, her voice a teasing, mocking whisper in Rias's ear. "You'll lose. Your mother's going to claim him if you don't hurry up. You can't let her beat you, can you? If Naruto-sama thinks she's a better version of you... Then you might be left out in the future."
With that, Akeno's attention shifted. She released Rias, her hips swaying with a slow, confident rhythm as she started towards the stunned, motionless figure of Lord Gremory. She moved like a predator, a fluid, hypnotic grace that was both beautiful and incredibly terrifying.
Venelana, a triumphant smirk on her face, took a step back from Naruto. Her hands moved to the straps of her white dress, a slow, deliberate motion that made Naruto's breath catch in his throat. She pulled them down, a single, fluid motion that made the dress pool around her feet in a soft, white whisper.
She stood before him, a vision of mature, breathtaking perfection. Her body was a masterpiece of curves and soft, pale flesh. Her breasts, even larger and fuller than Rias's, were perfect, gravity-defying mounds that seemed to defy the very laws of nature. The pale, pink nipples were hard points, a clear sign of her arousal. Her hips were soft and plump, as was the entirety of her body, and her slit was already dripping.
Rias watched, getting over her surprise, as she quickly stepped forward. She looked at her mother's mature, perfect body, then at herself. A competitive fire ignited in her eyes as she reached down and started unzipping her own black dress, a frantic, clumsy motion that made Naruto groan with a fresh wave of arousal.
Her dress joined her mother's on the floor, a pool of black fabric that was a stark, dark contrast to her mother's pristine white. She stood before him, a vision of youthful perfection. Her breasts, while smaller than her mother's, were still a perfect, perky pair, and her body was just as plump.
But it was her mother who made the first move. Venelana fell to her knees in front of him, a slow, deliberate motion that was a declaration of her submission. She looked up at him, her violet eyes smoldering with a raw lust, her hands reaching out to grab at the fabric of his pants.
Not to be outdone, Rias knelt beside her, taking the challenge. Her hands joined her mother's, their fingers tangling in a desperate, clumsy race to unwrap their prize. They pulled down, a single, coordinated motion that made Naruto's massive, throbbing cock spring free. It stood out, a pillar of raw, primal power, a glistening, intimidating monument to his masculinity. The sheer size, the thick, angry veins, the heavy, cum-filled balls, made both women look at it with awe.
They moved together, a desperate, competitive rush to claim him. Venelana, with a knowing, confident smirk, pressed her massive, pale breasts together, creating a perfect, soft valley that was a clear invitation. Rias, not to be outdone, followed suit, her own perky, full breasts creating a smaller, but equally inviting space.
They lunged forward, their bodies colliding in a soft, fleshy impact that made them both whimper with a fresh jolt of pleasure. They sandwiched his cock between their breasts, a warm, soft, yielding prison of flesh that made Naruto groan with a deep, rumbling satisfaction.
The difference was staggering. Venelana's breasts, mature and heavy, engulfed him, their sheer size and softness a complete, overwhelming embrace. Her pale flesh, a stark, perfect canvas, swallowed him, hiding almost the entire length of his massive shaft from view. They were a pair of perfect, pale pillows, designed for nothing but pleasure and worship.
Rias's breasts, while perky and full, were smaller, less overwhelming. They pressed against the side of his cock, a warm, firm presence that was a desperate attempt to compete with her mother's superior assets. Her crimson hair tumbled down, a silken waterfall that brushed against his skin, a stark, vibrant contrast to her mother's elegant brown.
The two women started to move, a clumsy, competitive rhythm that was a sign of their desperate need to please him. They rubbed their breasts up and down his shaft, a desperate, friction-filled motion that made him groan with a fresh, sharp wave of pleasure. Their nipples, hard points of a desperate arousal, brushed against him, a teasing, tantalizing caress that made the pleasure build to an unbearable level.
Venelana, a confident, triumphant smirk on her face, took the lead. Her movements were slow, deliberate, a practiced, sensual art that was designed to drive him wild. She would pull back, letting the glistening, swollen head of his cock emerge from the valley of her cleavage, before slowly, sensually engulfing him again. Each movement was a deliberate, possessive caress, a clear, undeniable sign of her experience and her confidence.
"See, Naruto-sama?" she purred, her voice a low, seductive whisper that was a direct, intoxicating assault on his senses. "This is what a real woman can do. Not some little girl playing at being a slut. My daughter is... enthusiastic, I'll give her that. But she doesn't have... this."
She punctuated her words with a particularly slow, deliberate squeeze of her breasts, a possessive, milking motion that made him groan with a deep, rumbling satisfaction.
Rias, her face a mask of competitive fury and desperate arousal, tried to match her mother's movements. She pushed her breasts harder against him, a frantic, clumsy motion that was a show of her frustration. She could feel the difference, the way her mother's flesh seemed to swallow him, to consume him in a way that her own body couldn't. The shame was a sharp, stinging fire, but it was a fire that only fueled her desperate, competitive need.
While the mother and daughter duo were competing for Naruto's affection across the room, Akeno had reached her target. Zeoticus stood frozen, a statue of a man, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. He watched as his wife, the woman he had loved and cherished for centuries, and his daughter, the heir to his clan, debased themselves for another man. A tent in his pants was a clear, undeniable sign of his traitorous arousal.
Akeno moved behind him, her body pressing against his back in a slow, possessive caress. She wrapped her arms around him, her hands moving with a slow, deliberate purpose. One hand came to rest on his chest, a possessive, intimate gesture that made him flinch. The other, a slow, predatory snake, snaked down, her fingers tracing the outline of his hardened cock through the fabric of his pants.
"My, my, Lord Gremory," she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper in his ear that made him shudder. Her breath was a warm, intoxicating caress. "It seems you're enjoying the show. Seeing your wife, the respected Lady Gremory, on her knees for another man. Seeing your daughter, your precious Rias-chan, desperate for the cock of the man who just claimed her. Does it excite you, Zeoticus-sama? Does it make you feel like the... inadequate cuck you are?"
Her words were a poison, a sweet, venomous taunt that made his blood run cold and his cock throb with a fresh, desperate wave of need. He tried to pull away, to break her hold, but it was no use. She was too strong, her grip too firm, her body a living, breathing cage of seductive dominance.
"You know," she continued, her tone a mocking, conversational drawl that was a final, crushing humiliation. "I always used to admire you. When I was younger, you looked so cool. So powerful. So commanding. So... masculine. I used to imagine what it would be like to be with a man like you. To be the woman of a man like you."
She paused, a cruel, deliberate beat that let the full weight of her admiration sink in, before she twisted the knife.
"But now," she whispered, a venomous, contemptuous sneer in her voice that made him flinch. "Now I see you for what you really are. You're not a man. You're not a Lord. You're nothing. Just a pathetic, whimpering cuck with a hard-on for watching another man fuck your family. You're a disgrace to your name, your clan, and your gender."
Her other hand, the one on his chest, started to move, a slow, possessive caress that traced the lines of his muscles.
"Go on," she commanded, a low, dominant purr that was a law he had to obey. "Touch it. You know you want to. Wrap your fingers around that pathetic little cock and stroke for me. Stroke for the man who's about to fuck your wife. Show me what a good little cuck you are. Show me how much you enjoy this."
It was a command that went against every fiber of his being. Every instinct screamed at him to resist, to fight, to be the man he was supposed to be. But the sight, the scent, the sheer, overwhelming depravity of the scene in front of him, combined with Akeno's relentless, humiliating assault on his pride, was a force he could not withstand.
His hand, moving with a will of its own, a traitorous appendage that was no longer his to command, slowly, reluctantly, reached down. His fingers, trembling with a mixture of shame and a desperate, overwhelming need, wrapped around the hardened shaft of his cock. The contact was a jolt, a sudden, sharp pleasure that made him gasp, a pathetic, whimpering sound that was a clear, undeniable sign of his defeat.
He started to stroke, a clumsy, hesitant rhythm that was a clear sign of his inner turmoil. The friction was a maddening, frustrating pleasure, a sensation that was both intensely satisfying and deeply humiliating.
But Akeno wasn't done.
Her free hand, the one that had been resting on his chest, moved with a slow, predatory grace. It snaked downwards, her fingers a teasing, tantalizing trail of fire against his skin. She reached her destination, a slow, deliberate advance that made him flinch with a sudden, sharp panic. Her small, surprisingly strong hand clamped down on his balls, a firm, possessive grip that was both painful and incredibly arousing.
"That's it," she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper that was a direct, intoxicating assault on his senses. She started to massage, a slow, rhythmic squeezing motion that made his hips buck with a fresh, jolt of pleasure. "Jerk that pathetic little cock for me. Faster. Show me how much you like this. Show me how much you like watching a real man take what's yours."
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear, a warm, intimate caress that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
"Look at them," she whispered, her words a poison that seeped into his soul. "Look at your wife. Look at your daughter. They're so desperate for him. They're practically fighting over his cock. They've forgotten all about you. You don't exist to them anymore. You're just... furniture. A pathetic, whimpering piece of furniture that's getting hard while its family is being claimed."
Her grip on his balls tightened, a sharp, painful pressure that made him whimper with a fresh, desperate wave of frustration and need. "Faster. I want you to cum. I want you to make a mess of yourself while you watch him breed your wife. But you're not allowed to cum until I say so. Do you understand, my little cuck Lord?"
He could only whimper, a pathetic, desperate sound that was a clear, undeniable sign of his complete and utter submission.
Meanwhile, the mother-daughter contest was reaching its fever pitch. Venelana, a confident, triumphant smirk on her face, had picked up the pace. Her breasts, a pair of perfect, pale pillows, were moving with a practiced, sensual rhythm that was designed to milk him for all he was worth. Each movement was a deliberate, possessive caress, a clear, undeniable sign of her experience and her confidence. She could feel him throbbing against her flesh, a desperate, pleading pulse that told her he was close.
Rias, her face a mask of competitive fury and desperate arousal, was losing. She could feel it. She could feel the way her mother's flesh seemed to swallow him, to consume him in a way that her own body couldn't. The shame was a sharp, stinging fire, but it was a fire that only fueled her desperate, competitive need. She pushed her breasts harder against him, a frantic, clumsy motion that was a show of her frustration.
Just as the two women were lost in their desperate, competitive duel, a large, powerful hand came down. Naruto's fingers, strong and commanding, tangled in their hair. He grabbed a fistful of Venelana's elegant brown and Rias's vibrant crimson, a rough, possessive grip that made them both gasp, a sharp, sudden intake of breath that was a mix of pain and a sudden, overwhelming pleasure.
"Enough."
The single word was a law. A command that cut through the haze of their lust and competition like a shard of ice. He pulled them back, a single, brutal motion that broke the warm, fleshy prison they had created around his cock. They stumbled back, their bodies a clumsy, undignified heap of limbs and confusion, their faces a mask of shock and a desperate, unspoken need to continue.
They looked up at him, their eyes wide and pleading. Their breasts, flushed and glistening with a mix of sweat and pre-cum, were heaving with each ragged breath. Their faces were a beautiful, desperate mess of arousal and a desperate, overwhelming need to please him.
"You two," he commanded, a low, dominant rumble that made their entire bodies tremble with a fresh, overwhelming wave of submission. "Turn around. Stick your asses in the air. Now."
The command was a wave of irresistible authority. They didn't hesitate. They didn't question. They moved with an instinctive, desperate grace, their bodies a perfect, coordinated display of their shared submission. They turned around, their backs now to him, a clear, vulnerable target. They bent over, a slow, deliberate motion that made their backs arch in perfect, submissive curves. They reached back, their hands spreading their own ass cheeks, a blatant, shameless invitation that made Naruto's already hard cock throb with a fresh, desperate wave of arousal.
It was a breathtaking sight. Two perfect, round asses, presented side-by-side, a feast for the eyes. Venelana's, larger and more mature, had a soft, plumpness that was a clear sign of her age and experience. The pale, flawless skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the room, a perfect canvas for the raw, primal act that was to come. Rias's, while smaller, was a perfect, perky sphere of youthful flesh, a firm, toned masterpiece that was a clear, undeniable sign of her youth and vitality. The crimson hair that cascaded down her back was a stark, vibrant contrast to her mother's elegant brown, a beautiful, erotic sight that made Naruto's head spin.
SMACK!
His hand came down, a brutal, open-handed slap that landed squarely on Venelana's right cheek. The impact was a loud, fleshy crack that echoed in the stunned silence of the room. A sharp, stinging heat spread through her, a fire that made her gasp, a high-pitched, breathy moan that was a clear, undeniable sign of her pleasure.
SMACK!
Another brutal spank landed on Rias's left cheek, leaving a matching, angry red handprint on her pale, flawless skin. The impact made her yelp, a sharp, sudden sound that was a mix of pain and a sudden, overwhelming pleasure that made her entire body tremble.
"Convince me," he growled, a low, dominant rumble that sent a shiver down their spines. "Convince me who I should take first. Who deserves this cock more? The mother, or the daughter?"
The challenge was a spark that ignited an inferno. The competition was back, but this time, it was a shameless, desperate dance of debasement. They started to move, their hips swaying and shaking in a frantic, clumsy rhythm that was a clear, undeniable sign of their desperate need to be chosen.
Venelana, a confident, triumphant smirk on her face, moved with a practiced, sensual grace. Her ass, a perfect, massive orb, jiggled and rippled with a hypnotic, erotic rhythm. She was a master of her own body, a skilled seductress who knew exactly how to move to drive a man wild. Each shake was a deliberate, possessive caress, a clear, undeniable sign of her experience and her confidence.
"Choose me, Naruto-sama," she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper that was a direct, intoxicating assault on his senses. "Choose the original. I was tight and wet long before this little copy was even a thought. I'm a real woman, with a real woman's body, designed to take a real man's cock. I've had centuries of practice. I know how to please you in ways she can't even imagine."
Her words were a dagger, a venomous taunt that made Rias seethe with a fresh wave of competitive fury.
Rias, her face a mask of frustration, tried to match her mother's movements. Her ass, while smaller, was a perfect, perky sphere of youthful flesh, a firm, toned masterpiece that jiggled with a frantic, desperate energy. She was a raw, untamed force of nature, a desperate, hungry slut who was willing to do anything to be chosen.
"Don't listen to her, Naruto-sama!" she pleaded, her voice a trembling, breathy cry that was a clear, undeniable sign of her desperation. "She's old! She's used up! I'm young! I'm tight! I can make you feel things she can't! My body... my ass... It's made for you! It's fresh, it's new... choose me! Choose the better model! Choose the upgrade!"
Her words were a desperate, pathetic attempt to devalue her own mother, a clear, undeniable sign of her competitive desperation.
Naruto watched them, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. The sight of the mother and daughter, two of the most beautiful and powerful women in the Underworld, now shamelessly degrading themselves, shaking their asses and begging for his cock, was a potent, intoxicating drug that made the hazy, lust-filled fog in his mind grow even thicker.
He had an idea. A truly depraved, wonderful idea.
"Rias," he commanded, a low, dominant rumble that made her entire body tense with a fresh, overwhelming wave of submission. "Crawl on your mother's back."
Rias flinched, a sharp, sudden intake of breath. But she didn't hesitate. Her competitive need to be chosen, to prove herself as the better, more submissive slut, overrode any flicker of hesitation. She moved, a slow, deliberate motion that was a clear, undeniable sign of her obedience.
She stumbled forward as she placed her hands on her mother's hips, and then vaulted herself onto her. She settled on Venelana's back, her legs hanging over her mother's hips as her huge ass plopped on top of Venelana's own. The effect was breathtaking.
The two women now formed a living, breathing tower of lust. Rias's perky, round ass was now perched directly on top of Venelana's larger, more mature one, creating a dizzying, hypnotic cascade of flesh. They were a four-cheeked mountain of temptation, a clear, undeniable declaration of their shared submission. Venelana stayed hunched over, her ass pressing into the air as Rias started to slowly twerk on top of her mother, her huge, jiggling ass moving frantically.
"Convince me," he repeated, a low, mocking drawl that sent a fresh wave of humiliation and a desperate, overwhelming arousal coursing through them. He moved closer, a slow, predatory advance that made them both tremble. He let his hand trail over the four presented cheeks, a slow, possessive caress that made them both whimper with a fresh jolt of pleasure.
Venelana, a triumphant, cruel smirk on her face, was the first to speak. Her voice, a low, husky purr that was designed to both seduce and humiliate, was a direct, venomous attack on her daughter's pride.
"Look at this, Naruto-sama," she breathed, her body a trembling, desperate mess beneath her daughter. "This is the original. This is the template. Everything my daughter has, she got from me. These breasts," she said, a slight wiggle of her shoulders that made her massive, pale mounds shift, "were the ones she nursed from. This body, this ass... It's the one she was born from. She's just a copy. A knock-off. A cheap imitation of the real thing."
Her words were a dagger, twisting in the wound of Rias's competitive fury. Rias's face burned with a fresh wave of shame, but she couldn't deny the truth of her mother's words. She could feel the difference in their bodies, the way her mother's flesh seemed to swallow her, to envelop her in a way that was a clear, undeniable sign of her superiority.
"Why settle for a copy when you can have the original?" Venelana continued, a slow, deliberate lick of her lips that made her intentions crystal clear. "I've had centuries to learn how to please a man. I know things she can't even dream of. My body was made for this. Made for you. Breed the original, Naruto-sama. Put a child in the woman who created the one you've already claimed."
Her words were a final, crushing blow. The idea of it, of breeding the mother in front of the daughter, of creating a new life in the very womb that had birthed his other slut, was a perverse, twisted thrill that made his already hard cock throb with an almost painful urgency.
Rias, her face a mask of desperate, competitive frustration, tried to counter. "But... but I'm tighter! I'm younger! I can make you feel things..."
But her protests were weak, a pathetic, desperate whimper that was drowned out by the sheer, overwhelming confidence of her mother's declaration. The competition was over. The original had won.
Naruto's smirk widened into a full-blown, predatory grin. He moved, a blur of motion that was too fast for them to track. He positioned himself behind the tower of flesh, the glistening, swollen head of his cock poised at the entrance of the lower, more experienced hole.
"Let's see how the original handles a real man," he growled, a low, dominant rumble that made Venelana's entire body tremble with a fresh, overwhelming wave of anticipation.
With a single, brutal thrust, he impaled her.
He slammed into her, a raw, primal invasion that made her entire body convulse. A loud, piercing scream tore from her lips, a sound that was a mix of blinding, overwhelming pleasure and a sudden, sharp pain that was so intense it was almost religious. Her back, which had been arched in a perfect, submissive curve, now slumped, the strength in her arms giving out. She collapsed, her face pressed against the soft, white fabric of her discarded dress, even as her legs stayed straight, making her look like a triangle.
Her sudden collapse made the tower of flesh wobble precariously. Rias, who was perched on her mother's back, let out a surprised yelp as she was thrown off balance. She slid forward, her own face being smushed into Venelana's hair as her ass stayed perched on her mothers. But she didn't stop her frantic, desperate twerking. If anything, the added pressure, the feeling of her mother's limp, pleasure-filled body beneath her, only fueled her desperate, competitive need to please him.
Naruto's hips became a blur of motion, a brutal, relentless rhythm that was designed to break her, to mold her into the perfect, submissive fucktoy he wanted her to be. Each thrust was a powerful, flesh-slapping impact that made both Venelana's and Rias's asses jiggle and ripple in a hypnotic, cascading wave of flesh.
He looked down at the sight, a smug, triumphant smirk on his face. The vision of the mother-daughter duo, a quivering, whimpering stack of submission, was a potent, intoxicating drug that made the hazy, lust-filled fog in his mind grow even thicker.
But as he watched Venelana's limp, overwhelmed form, a flicker of disappointment, a cruel, mocking thought, sparked in his mind.
"Is that all you've got?" he taunted, a low, scornful drawl that sent a shiver of shame down Venelana's spine. He punctuated his words with a particularly brutal thrust, a powerful, upward motion that made her entire body convulse with a fresh jolt of pleasure. "For all your talk about being the 'original,' for all your centuries of 'experience'... you're not taking it very well, are you? Your arms gave out. You can't even stay on your hands and knees. Pathetic. Your daughter handles my cock better than you do."
The words were a poison, a sweet, venomous taunt that seeped into the hazy, pleasure-filled fog of Venelana's mind. They were a direct, public humiliation, a comparison to her own daughter, a reminder of her failure. But the shame, instead of breaking her, only fueled the fire of her arousal. The degradation, the public comparison to her own child, was a perverse, twisted thrill that made her walls clench around him with a desperate, hungry need.
"NO!" she screamed, her voice a raw, hoarse cry that was muffled by the dress pressed against her face. "I... I CAN TAKE IT! I CAN TAKE MORE! PLEASE, NARUTO-SAMA!"
She tried to push herself up, her trembling arms straining with the effort. She managed to lift her head, her face a beautiful, desperate mess of sweat and a desperate, overwhelming need. She looked back at him, her violet eyes smoldering with a raw, uninhibited lust that was a clear, undeniable sign of her complete and utter submission.
"You're right!" she confessed, her words a final, crushing admission of her defeat. "You're so much better than him! My husband... Zeoticus... he's nothing! He's a boy! His cock is... It's pathetic! I've been faking it for centuries! But you... You're a real man! This is a real cock! It's the best I've ever felt! The only one that's ever made me feel like this! Please... please don't stop! Keep fucking me! Break me! Use me! Show my daughter what a real slut her mother can be!"
Her words were a masterpiece of depravity. A public, humiliating confession that not only debased herself, but her husband, the Lord of the Gremory Clan, as well. It was a final, crushing blow, a clear, undeniable declaration of her absolute, unwavering devotion to the man who was claiming her.
Naruto just chuckled, a low, cruel sound that made Venelana's entire body tremble with a fresh, overwhelming wave of arousal. He looked down at her, a smug, triumphant smirk on his face. He had done it. He had completely and utterly broken the proud, elegant Gremory Matriarch.
Then, his attention shifted.
He looked up, his gaze landing on the perky, round ass that was perched atop Venelana's. Rias, who was still twerking frantically, a desperate, competitive slut who was still trying to win her master's favor, was now the target of his cruel, mocking taunts.
"And you," he growled, a low, dominant rumble that made Rias flinch with a sharp, sudden jolt of humiliation. He punctuated his words with a particularly brutal thrust into her mother, a powerful, upward motion that made both women's asses jiggle and ripple in a cascading wave of flesh. "Look at this. Your ass is so much smaller than hers. It's pathetic, really. You can't even compare to the original. You're just... a cheap, flatter imitation."
The words were a dagger, twisting in the wound of Rias's competitive fury. She could feel the difference in their bodies, the way her mother's larger, more mature ass seemed to provide a more substantial, more satisfying cushion for Naruto's brutal thrusts. The shame was a sharp, stinging fire, but it was a fire that only fueled her desperate, competitive need.
"I... I can make it bigger!" she pleaded, her voice a trembling, breathy cry that was a clear, undeniable sign of her desperation. "Please, Naruto-sama! Give me a chance! I can be better! I can be bigger! I'll squat every day for you! I can be tighter! Just... just don't choose her over me! I'm your slut! I was your first! Remember me!"
Her pleas were pathetic, a desperate, whimpering attempt to hold onto a favor that was already lost. She was a child, begging for a toy that her mother had already claimed, a clear, undeniable sign of her complete and utter defeat.
Naruto just chuckled, a low, cruel sound that made both women tremble with a fresh, overwhelming wave of submission. He looked down at the quivering, whimpering stack of flesh, a smug, triumphant smirk on his face. He was a god, a king, and this room was his new throne.
His hips moved with a brutal, relentless rhythm, a piston of raw power that made Venelana's entire body convulse with each powerful, flesh-slapping impact. Each thrust was a deliberate, possessive claim, a reminder of her new status as his woman, his slut, his broodmare.
He could feel her walls clenching around him, a desperate, hungry grip that was a sign of her own impending orgasm. The combination of her tight, velvety heat, the sight of Rias's pathetic, competitive desperation, and the potent, intoxicating scent of their combined arousal was a sensory overload that he could no longer withstand.
"You see this?" he grunted, a low, dominant rumble that sent a shiver down Zeoticus' spine. He looked directly at the defeated Lord, a cruel, mocking glint in his eyes. "This is what a woman looks like when she's being fucked by a real man. Not that you would know."
Across the room, Zeoticus whimpered, a pathetic, desperate sound that was a clear, undeniable sign of his complete and utter humiliation. Akeno's grip on his balls tightened, a sharp, painful pressure that made him yelp.
"You heard him," Akeno purred, her voice a low, sadistic whisper in his ear. Her grip on his balls started to massage them, a slow, rhythmic squeezing motion that made his hips buck with a fresh jolt of pleasure. "Faster. Jerk that pathetic little cock faster. Show him how much you enjoy watching your wife get bred. Show him what a good little cuck you are."
Her other hand, which had been resting on his chest, snaked downwards. She pinched one of his nipples, a sharp, painful twist that made him gasp.
"Don't you dare cum," she warned, her voice a venomous, contemptuous sneer that made his blood run cold. "You don't have permission. You'll keep stroking, and you'll watch. And when he's done filling your wife with his seed, you'll thank him for it. Do you understand, my little cuck Lord?"
He could only whimper, a pathetic, desperate sound that was a clear, undeniable sign of his complete and utter submission. His hand, moving with a frantic, clumsy rhythm, was a blur of motion, a desperate attempt to chase his release.
Naruto watched the pathetic, whimpering Lord, a cruel, triumphant smirk on his face. The sight of Zeoticus, the powerful, respected Lord of the Gremory Clan, now reduced to a masturbating puppet at the mercy of his daughter's Queen, was a potent, intoxicating drug. It solidified his dominance, a clear, undeniable declaration of his absolute power over this entire noble household.
His attention snapped back to the quivering, whimpering stack of flesh before him. His hips pistoned with a brutal, relentless rhythm, each powerful thrust a deliberate, possessive claim. Venelana's walls were a desperate, hungry vise, milking him, begging for the release that would seal her fate, that would fulfill her depraved fantasy of being bred by a real man.
The sound was a symphony of depravity. The wet, rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh. Venelana's muffled, pleasure-filled screams into her discarded dress. Rias's desperate, competitive whimpers as she continued to twerk her smaller ass on her mother's back, a pathetic attempt to reclaim some of the attention. And, underneath it all, the soft, frantic sounds of Zeoticus's self-pleasure, a pathetic, whimpering counterpoint to the brutal fucking.
He looked down at the point of their union, at the glistening, swollen shaft of his cock disappearing into the very womb that had birthed Rias. The thought was a perverse, twisted thrill, a forbidden fruit that made the hazy, lust-filled fog in his mind grow even thicker.
"Since your daughter's ass is so pathetic," he growled, a low, dominant rumble that made Rias flinch with a fresh, sharp jolt of humiliation, "I might as well make some use of it."
He moved with a speed and a possessiveness that left Rias no time to react. His free hand, the one not tangled in their hair, came down, a brutal, open-handed slap that landed squarely on Rias's upturned ass.
SMACK!
The impact was a loud, fleshy crack that echoed in the room. A sharp, stinging heat spread through her, a fire that made her yelp, a high-pitched, breathy moan that was a mix of pain and a sudden, overwhelming pleasure that made her entire body tremble.
"Keep shaking that pathetic little ass for me," he commanded, a low, dominant purr that made her entire body convulse with a fresh wave of submission. "Show me how much you want it. Show your mother how a real slut begs for her master's attention."
The command was a law. Her competitive spirit, a desperate, all-consuming fire, roared back to life. She started to move with a frantic, desperate energy, her hips shaking and twerking with a clumsy, yet enthusiastic rhythm. Her smaller, tighter ass jiggled and rippled, a desperate, hypnotic sight that made Naruto's already hard cock throb with a fresh, desperate wave of need.
Venelana, beneath her, felt the change. She felt the renewed energy, the desperate, competitive movements of her daughter. A fresh wave of humiliation and arousal washed over her. The sight of her daughter, her own flesh and blood, now competing to be used as a plaything, was a final, crushing blow. She was the original, the template, and yet, she was now the foundation, the platform upon which her daughter performed. The degradation was a potent, intoxicating drug.
She pushed herself up, her trembling arms straining with the effort. She managed to lift her head, her face a beautiful, desperate mess of sweat and a desperate, overwhelming need. She looked back at him, her violet eyes smoldering with a raw, uninhibited lust that was a clear, undeniable sign of her complete and utter submission.
"Please... Master..." she whimpered, her voice trembling, "Don't... don't listen to her. Use me. Breed the original. Fill me up. Let my daughter feel it... let her feel you claiming what's rightfully yours. Let her feel the heat of your seed as it fills the womb she came from. Show her... show her who the better woman is."
Her words were a masterpiece of depravity. A public, humiliating confession that not only debased herself, but her daughter, the heir to the Gremory Clan, as well. It was a final, crushing blow, a clear, undeniable declaration of her absolute, unwavering devotion to the man who was claiming her.
The combination of her desperate plea, the sight of the two asses presented to him, and the frantic, competitive movements of the women was a sensory overload that he could no longer withstand. He could feel the cum churning in his balls, a pressure that was building to an explosive, uncontrollable level.
With a deep, guttural groan that was a raw, primal declaration of his dominance, he slammed into her one last time. The impact was a brutal, flesh-slapping crack that made both women convulse. He buried himself to the hilt inside her, holding her there, her body a trembling, whimpering mess on his cock, as he let go.
A thick, powerful torrent of cum erupted from the tip of his cock, a forceful explosion that filled Venelana's mature, willing body to the brim. It was a warm, sticky flood that made her entire body convulse with a mind-shattering orgasm. Her back arched, a perfect, delicate curve that made her entire body go rigid. A loud, muffled scream tore from her lips, a raw, desperate cry of pure ecstasy. Her walls clenched around him, a desperate, hungry grip that milked him for every last drop, a perfect, submissive vise designed to draw out and claim every ounce of his seed.
The sheer volume of his seed was too much for her body to contain. It started to leak out, a warm, white river that trickled down her thighs, a glistening, degrading mark of his ownership.
Across the room, Akeno watched, a cruel, triumphant smirk on her face. She saw the way Naruto's body tensed, heard the deep, guttural groan of his release, and knew the moment had arrived. Her grip on Zeoticus's balls tightened, a sharp, painful pressure that made him whimper with a fresh, desperate wave of frustration and need.
"Now," she purred, her voice a low, sadistic whisper in his ear that was a command, a permission, and a humiliation all in one. "Cum for him, my little cuck Lord. Cum while you watch a real man breed your wife. Make a mess of yourself and show your daughter what a pathetic, weak man you are."
Her words were the final push. The combination of the sight of his wife being filled, the feeling of Akeno's skilled, sadistic hands, and the raw, primal humiliation of her taunts was a sensory overload that shattered the last of his self-control.
Zeoticus let out a choked, sobbing moan, a pathetic, desperate sound that was a clear, undeniable sign of his complete and utter defeat. His body convulsed, a boneless, trembling heap, as a thick, impressive torrent of cum erupted from the tip of his own cock. It shot out in a long, pathetic arc, landing on the expensive, ornate rug in a series of sticky, degrading spurts. The release was intense, a wave of pleasure that was immediately soured by the crushing weight of his shame.
Rias, still perched on her mother's back, felt everything. She felt the sudden, violent convulsion of her mother's body as she was filled. She felt the warm, sticky trickle of Naruto's seed as it leaked out and ran down her mother's thighs, a few stray drops landing on her own legs. She heard the pathetic, choked moan of her father, a sound that was a final, crushing blow to her image of him. The combination of her mother's ecstasy, her father's pathetic cuckoldry, and the feeling of her master's seed so close, so intimate, was the final, overwhelming trigger.
A powerful, shattering orgasm ripped through her. Her back arched, a perfect, delicate curve that made her entire body go rigid. A loud, piercing scream tore from her lips, a raw, desperate cry of pleasure, shame, and a desperate, competitive despair. Her entire body trembled, a boneless, whimpering mess as the pleasure washed over her, a wave so intense it left her gasping for air. She slid off her mother's back, a boneless heap of limbs and satisfaction, her body a trembling, whimpering mess next to the discarded white dress.
Naruto stood, a smug, triumphant god, his cock still buried in Venelana as he slowly pulled it out. As he looked at the Lord and Lady of Gremory, who had both submitted to him so easily, he just grinned.
I'm glad I tried so hard on that quest.
It seemed that his effort in the Rating Game wasn't for nothing.
This game is way easier now!
Chapter End
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed. There are 5 more chapters posted on Subscribestar.adult/Nappar