Haru was, first and foremost, a magic researcher. No matter what anyone else called him, he preferred that title most of all. Sure, some might have tried to label him as some adventurer, or tomb raider, or opportunist. But those people didn't understand what he was trying to do, what he was aiming for. They didn't understand him or his desires, so Haru preferred not to give them the time of day.
Instead, the roguish young man focused on what was right in front of him at all times. The path he'd laid out for himself… he would see it through to it's completion, no matter what. That determination, above all else, was what categorized Haru as an individual. Meanwhile, as a magic researcher, Haru had one area of study that he focused on above all else. The Witches of Sin.
They were a heady subject matter… an almost forbidden subject matter at that. Even speaking the name of one of the Witches besides the Witch of Envy out loud was enough to bring the Cult down upon your head. Researching them? Well, let's just say that Haru had had a few run ins here and there… and could boast a small collection of cultist attire in his trunk for when he needed to go incognito. Just don't ask him how he came about that cultist attire. Luckily, dark colors hide bloodstains…
Regardless, Haru didn't much care for the Cult, and they didn't much care for him or his research. But that didn't stop him from doing it anyways. The Witches of Sin and the Great Calamity… it was all just too fascinating. He couldn't draw his attention away from the whole mystery, and lord knows he'd tried. He'd made an effort here and there to attempt to shift the focus of his research when he hit a few dead ends, but something always managed to pull him back in.
Now, here he was at Echidna's tomb. It wasn't the first time he'd been here, to be fair. Of course, last time he was here, he'd had to flee rather quickly because of some over-eager cultists who'd followed him. This time though, Haru had made sure he had no tail. Which meant he could spend as much time as he liked studying one of the only known locations that a Witch of Sin was interned within.
Echidna, the Witch of Greed. They didn't even know what she looked like… not really. There were some carvings around her tomb that MIGHT have been depictions of her, but who knew? All of the Witches were female, and there were multiple carvings. Were they all meant to be the same woman? Did they represent different Witches?
That was one of the things Haru wanted to find out. But just as he was getting closer, just as he was getting ready to begin his research, the young man received an… invitation. Not that this 'invitation' was one to be refused. Between one moment and the next, the world wavers and shifts around him. Haru recognizes the effect only because of the amount of research he's done at this point.
He knows more than most, which is how he knows that he's just been drawn into a Witch of Sin's Dreamcastle. Looking around the vast grassy field that he finds himself in, it doesn't take long for the young man's eyes to alight upon the table situated in the midst of it all. There's a woman sat at it, and Haru begins moving forward, even as he takes her in.
Long white hair, deep black eyes. Porcelain pale skin, covered in a pitch black dress. She looks… distinctly inhuman. Haru's breath hitches as he approaches. Could it be?
"Greetings. I'm not used to someone visiting my tomb twice in a row. Usually once is enough to turn most away. Won't you sit down for tea with me?"
Echidna, the Witch of Greed. Haru can't help but be a little overwhelmed as he finishes making his way to the table, accepting the seat that Echidna points out to him. The gorgeous white-haired woman has a thin lipped smile on her face as she cocks an eyebrow, offering up the teapot wordlessly.
"O-Oh… s-sure!"
He was sharing tea with a Witch of Sin. He was having tea with the Witch of Greed herself! He had… so many questions! Ah, but they could wait. He needed to approach this carefully. He needed to make sure he didn't overstay his welcome. So, Haru stays quiet even as Echidna pours the tea and pushes the cup and saucer across the table over to him.
When she drinks, so does he, wanting to be polite, not sure what to expect from the taste. He's a little surprised at first to find that it actually tastes very good, only to come to the conclusion a moment later that of course it would taste good, Echidna probably made it out of thin air, given this was her Dreamcastle. Of course, that wasn't quite accurate…
"Do you like it, my guest?"
Blinking, Haru nods to her enthusiastically.
"Yeah, I mean, yes. Yes, it's very good. Oh, and my name is Haru. Sorry, I've been rude."
For a moment, Echidna just stares at him. He squirms a bit under that gaze, as she seems to truly be taking him in for the first time. Of course, what Haru had no way of knowing was that there was an almost universal way that people reacted to meeting with the Witch of Greed. When it came to normal people, Echidna's very presence injected overwhelming fear into them, to the point that most would start vomiting in her presence from sheer terror.
Haru was not a normal person though. He was a little broken inside, though he wouldn't have phrased it that way.
Slowly, coming to terms with this strange man in front of her, Echidna lets the corners of her mouth lift into a smug, teasing grin.
"That's good. I made it with my bodily fluids."
Haru pauses at that, but if she wanted more of a kneejerk reaction, she should have waited until he was taking his next sip. As it is, the magic researcher knows when he's being tested and toyed with at the same time. As such, he doesn't so much as hesitate to answer her smug grin with a smirk of his own, as he deliberately raises the teacup to his mouth and takes a long drink of the truly delicious tea within.
Once he's done gulping, Haru puts the tea cup back down and licks his lips as he enjoys the gobsmacked expression that's suddenly appeared on the Witch of Greed's face.
"The taste really is quite exquisite. What bodily fluid in particular did you use to get such a delectable flavor?"
Completely flustered by the sudden turn of events, Echidna answers without thinking, sputtering a little as she squirms in her chair.
"M-My saliva…"
… People liked to call Haru reckless and foolhardy. They liked to say he leapt in without thinking. These were the same people that labeled him as an adventurer or tomb raider, much of the time. But those people could go and fuck themselves. Every move Haru made was calculated and well-thought out, no doubt about it. Was it his fault he just happened to do his thinking faster than anyone else?
"Well then, I simply must try some of this sweet nectar directly from the source."
And with that, the roguishly handsome young man, wearing a carefree grin, stands up and moves around the table. Echidna doesn't immediately destroy him for his impudence, mostly because she's short-circuiting rather hard at the moment, but Haru takes that as permission to go ahead and capture the Witch of Greed's lips in a kiss right there on the spot.
His hand tucks under her chin rather gently as he tilts her head back slowly so that he can lean down and lock lips with her. His tongue is careful and questioning as it probes Echidna's mouth, but when she opens up for him, he's all too happy to take a mile, pushing his tongue into her mouth and making out with the shocked Witch of Greed on the spot.
Sure, some might have said he was dumb for doing this… but they didn't know everything he knew. The very fact that he had been summoned to Echidna's Dreamcastle like this meant he had captured the Witch of Sin's attention. If he wanted to stay alive and healthy, then it was in his best interest to make sure that said attention was positive.
But not by cowering like a weakling in fear of his life. No, he had to prove he was worth keeping around… and as much as Haru thought of himself as a researcher, there was no denying that he was a handsome young man who knew how to please a woman. And the longer that their makeout sessions goes without Echidna killing him, the surer that Haru is, that regardless of what else she might be, she IS a woman.
After about a minute of quite literally swapping spit with the Witch of Greed (and wasn't THAT a heady thought) Haru reaches down and grabs her by her hips, lifting Echidna up out of her chair and onto the table entirely. He sits her down on the edge of it as she lets out a surprised, inquisitive sound into his mouth. Breaking the kiss, he kneels down right then and there, spreading her legs apart by the knees and beginning to lift up her dress.
He doesn't say anything, though he does give her another grin, which she responds to with a flustered blush, averting her deep black eyes away from his gaze and staring off to the side. And yet, when he lifts her dress high enough, her hands reach down to take the burden from him, pulling it the rest of the way up and holding it in place so that he has access to what lays below.
The sexy black panties are a stark and gorgeous contrast to her porcelain skin, Haru must admit, even as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband and slides them down her legs, pulling them off and revealing her glistening, pink pussy lips. He admires her cunt for just long enough that she begins to get antsy, waiting for that moment when he hears the slightest noise from her, meaning she's about to speak.
"Wh-!"
And that's when he dives in, silencing her in an instant with his tongue in her cunt. Haru is nothing if not a gentleman, which means he not only knows how to please a woman… he knows how to put said woman's pleasure before even his own. It might be nice, getting his dick sucked, but oral sex was almost always a transaction, even more so than normal sex. A woman sucks your cock, and you feel beholden to her for the pleasure. Eat her out, on the other hand, and it's she who will be beholden to you.
Haru had every intention of making this experience one that Echidna will never forget, even if it's to end in his death. But, the young man does hope that it's not going to come to that. His tongue works in and out of her pussy, writhing this way and that, his head under the skirts of her dress now as he laps at her cunt. Echidna, in turn, whimpers and mewls at first, clearly attempting to hold in her voice.
But to no avail, as soon her wanton moans are filling the field that is her Dreamcastle, cries of pleasure lifting up on the wind. Haru is more than happy to have gotten such a tasty reaction from the Witch of Greed, but in truth he wants something even more delicious. So, he keeps at it, continuing to tongue out Echidna's cunt, performing the first cunnilingus she'd received in who knew how long. Perhaps her entire existence? She certainly seemed weak to this form of… persuasion.
Finally, he reaches his goal and receives his prize as she squeals and orgasms, her pussy juices squirting out all over his face. The Witch of Sin slumps at that, seeming quite tuckered out… but Haru knows better, he knows she's got more in the tank, and they're far from done. Pulling out from under her dress, the young man straightens up and once again captures Echidna's lips in his own, this time sharing the taste of her own pussy juices with her as they engage in a second extended makeout session.
However, he can tell there's a difference this time around. She's not just more responsive, she's more participatory. Echidna's kissing him back, this time around, her tongue dancing with his far more aggressively. When they finally break apart from this second makeout session, the Witch of Greed makes it abundantly clear what she's decided she desires, as she reaches down between them and unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his trousers, pulling his dick right out of its confines.
Haru's breath hitches as her hands come into contact with his cock. He's already half hard, but with her creamy soft palms on his member, along with the open air ghosting across his twitching, throbbing prick, he's at full mast in no time at all.
Echidna is in control right now, and Haru knows better than to push his luck. He lets her take the lead on what's to happen next and is in no way disappointed. Hiking up her dress over her hips, the frenzied, horny Witch of Greed wraps her legs around his waist without a word, pulling him in close and causing his dick to press up against her now-sopping cunt. With another pull of her legs, his dick slides inside of her altogether, eliciting a wanton moan from the Witch as her eyelashes flutter, her eyes themselves heavily lidded in arousal.
"Fuck me, Haru. I want you to fuck me."
The first words they've spoken since he'd initiated that first kiss. It gives them so much more emphasis, and Haru finds that he really can't say no. Not that he wanted to in the first place, not that he would ever back out of a chance to actually couple with one of the Witches of Sin. With a grunt, he begins to fuck her, right then and there, thrusting into her as Echidna sits on the edge of the table, gasping and mewling and clinging to him with all her might.
Not just her legs, but her arms too, wrapping around his shoulders as she tucks her head into the crook of his neck. At first, it seems like she's burying her face there to try and hide the noises she's making, to try and stifle her own voice as he begins to fuck her hard and fast, as he begins to elicit… reactions from her. But soon enough, Haru feels a sucking sensation on his neck, and it becomes clear that Echidna is suckling at his flesh. She'll almost certainly leave a hickey behind, but it's not an unpleasant sensation, altogether.
Haru focuses on the task at hand though. He's buried ball's deep in a Witch of Sin. How the hell did he get to this point? In a moment of mid-coitus clarity, a very small part of Haru wonders if maybe all those people who called him reckless and foolhardy had a point.
… Nah, fuck that and fuck them. He wouldn't trade this moment for anything in the whole wide world! Grunting and groaning, Haru holds Echidna right back as he fucks her there on the edge of the table, his hands sliding down to cup her ass cheeks just a little, his fingers slipping into the space between her dress-clad behind and the table itself and digging in.
His cock feels like it's caught in a warm, wet vice. Echidna has to be the tightest woman he's ever been inside. She's amazing, and try as he might, there's no way he can last forever. Still, he makes sure to put her pleasure first. He manages to get her to cum twice upon his cock, before that second orgasm tips him over the edge and manages to successfully milk him of his own load.
Blowing his load deep inside of her, Haru grunts, even as Echidna cries out. Neither of them is really in any position to be standing at that point… but luckily, Echidna's forgotten chair is right behind Haru, as he falls back into it. Echidna goes with him, his cock still firmly lodged in her pussy and her limbs still wrapped around his body.
They land together in that chair, and the Witch slumps into his chest, clearly exhausted but also quite satiated with the intense fucking she just received. Or at least, Haru hopes so anyways. Because if not, he's pretty sure he's about to die. And yet, he's still not afraid. He's never feared death, to be fair. He's always been… a bit of a daredevil, he can admit that much at least.
If this is how he dies, with his cock buried in the most beautiful woman he's ever met after he just managed to have a face to face talk with THE Witch of Greed… well, Haru is fairly certain that he's perfectly fine with that.
"You're going to stay with me for a bit, alright? After all, a man as curious as you… I'm sure you'd like to meet my fellow Witches, wouldn't you?"
Haru's eyes go wide at that. Really, it's not so much an invitation as it is a demand. She's clearly not looking to take no for an answer. Maybe that should worry him more, but it doesn't. After all, the Witch of Greed is handing him his wildest dreams on a silver platter. Really, there's only one response to give, at this point. Luckily, it's also a one hundred percent truthful response.
"… I would indeed like that very much."
In response, Echidna just smiles and tucks her head back into his neck, nuzzling him. At the same time, she starts to gyrate her hips around on his cock, bringing his member back to life in no time flat. It looks like he'll have to wait to meet the others. The Witch of Greed isn't quite done with him yet.
-x-X-x-
The first warning that Haru gets that something… unexpected is happening, is when the world starts shaking and he hears a woman's voice coming from above.
"You! You! You! Who are you?! TELL ME NOOOOOOW!!!"
And then, with a loud crash, she hits the ground in a classic three point landing. Blinking dumbly at the crater she's made, Haru… doesn't move a muscle. It's obvious that this is another Witch of Sin, even if he doesn't know which quite yet. He doesn't recognize her from any of his research, but then to be fair, the Cult had done it's level best to destroy much of the knowledge concerning the Witches of Sin, so that wasn't a surprise.
All the same, given they were in the middle of Echidna's Dreamcastle (albeit with Echidna nowhere to be seen at the moment, since the Witch of Greed had said she had other things to do) it seemed quite clear that this could only be one of the Witches. As she straightens up from her landing and glares at him, Haru has to admit… her glare is quite cute. Especially the way her cheeks are puffed out angrily.
Given she's waiting for an answer, Haru decides to give her one.
"Hey, I'm Haru. I'm Echidna's guest here, I guess?"
"No! I know that already! I know Echidna invited you to stay here! But who are you to HER?! What did you do to Echidna?! Why has she been WAAAAY more relaxed since you showed up?!"
Haru opens his mouth to reply, only to find out that the blonde isn't quite done yet. Thrusting her fists up into the air, she lets out a cry.
"I WANT TO RELAX LIKE THAT TOOOOO!!!"
… Is this what it's like to develop a sweat drop? Because he's pretty sure he's got one right now, staring at this over the top Witch of Sin and wondering what the fuck is happening. Ah, but then it hits him. This was the Witch of Wrath, Minerva, wasn't it? There wasn't much left on the subject of Minerva in the real world, save for her name and designation. And even that had taken him a lot of time to find out, it certainly wasn't the kind of thing your average joe knew about.
Still, from the way the short stack was going off, it seemed like her sin just HAD to be Wrath. Though, Haru had to admit, not even in his wildest dreams had he imagined the Witch of Wrath to be a blonde of less than five feet in height with a side-style ponytail and a huge rack that's practically bursting out of her breast. Not to mention, he hasn't even seen her from behind yet, but a glance down can show she has very healthy hips and a no doubt substantial ass to back them up as well.
And- wait, what she crying?
"Uh, are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine! I'm not crying! I'm just super stressed! All the war and hurt and suffering in the world makes me so angry! S-So angry that sometimes there's one or two tears! But nobody ever takes me seriously and it's NOT fair!"
In the midst of telling him that she's not crying, Minerva starts crying even harder, as well as stomping her foot in anger hard enough to cause the ground to quake and crater underneath her. And yet, despite that display of might, he can see why nobody takes her seriously. The short stack looks absolutely adorable this way, to the point that Haru can feel his cheeks and ears burning. She's making him blush, hah!
As Minerva lets it all out, Haru reflects on what Echidna told him about her fellow Witches. She hadn't given him descriptions, which was why it had taken him a moment to guess this was Minerva, but she had told him about their personalities… which was why it was easy for him to effectively confirm this was Minerva. Echidna had gone into great detail regarding Minerva's naivety and gullibility.
That all in mind, it was abundantly obvious what Echidna wanted from this meeting. She wouldn't have fucked off to who knows where and then let Minerva show up if she didn't want them to fuck. But did Minerva even know what fucking was?
… Did it matter?
"Well, I do have a technique that can act as a great form of stress relief. It's called 'hatefucking' and it's what I've been doing with Echidna all this time. I could show you it, if you want."
For a moment, he wonders if he's misjudged Minerva's innocence. If the Witch of Wrath has any idea what hatefucking or even just fucking entails, she might take umbrage with the suggestive nature of his words. And then he might be in serious trouble, given the sheer power she'd demonstrated so far. But if she didn't know what the hell he was talking about…
Stopping her temper tantrum, the moment she hears his words, Minerva proceeds to wipe her tears away and give him a watery smile as she sniffles.
"… I-I'd love that."
Well shit, guess they were doing this, weren't they? Haru can't help but grin a little, as he nods his head.
"Alright then, let's start off with a practical demonstration. First and foremost, you're going to need to pull down the top of your dress and expose your chest for me."
Minerva blinks dumbly at this, clearly uncomprehending, but nevertheless follows his lead. He wouldn't be surprised of Echidna told her to listen to him… but he also wouldn't be surprised of the Witch of Greed hadn't told Minerva anything at all and had instead been subtler in prompting the Witch of Wrath to show up here. Echidna could be a little sly minx like that sometimes.
Regardless, the top of Minerva's dress comes down to just under her chest, and her absolutely massive bust comes bouncing free, looking even more delectable than he'd thought at first glance. Feeling his cock already hardening in his pants, Haru reaches down and frees it from its confines next. He figures if Minerva didn't see anything wrong with showing her tits to him, she wouldn't see anything wrong with him showing her his dick.
This turns out to be accurate. Minerva stares curiously at his cock, though to her it's probably not even that, but just a 'thingie' or something. Licking his lips in excitement that he does his best to hide, Haru can't help but smile a little wickedly as he gestures down at his dick.
"Now, you're going to get on your knees and wrap your breasts around this. It's called a cock. You're going to bounce them up and down along my cock until it squirts all over your face. This will be Step One of relieving you of your stress."
"… O-Okay…"
Her lack of understanding and general befuddlement are as adorable as her temper tantrum was, if he's being honest. Having THE Witch of Wrath drop to her knees before him and slowly and uncertainly wrap her absurdly massive milk jugs around his cock is… a phenomenal sensation, to be sure. Haru groans as she does as he instructed, tilting his head back and just enjoying the sloppy, inexperienced, altogether clumsy blowjob that Minerva is giving him.
Now, anyone more knowledgeable of sex would look at this and demand to know where the 'hatefucking' came in. That was just it though, Haru had no intention of teaching Minerva what actual hatefucking was. She'd probably break his pelvis if she went all out like one expected in a proper hatefuck.
Thanks to her gullibility, however, it was so very easy to make her believe what he was saying. And as clumsy as she is, her titjob is proving to be quite pleasurable. In no time at all, he finds himself on the brink of cumming… and given how much more he intends to do with her before they're done today, Haru doesn't hold back, he lets himself explode all over Minerva's face and tits.
The blonde pauses at that, eyes wide as she gets absolutely coated in his cum.
"D-Did I do it right? Your s-stuff squirted all over me…"
Chuckling, Haru nods his head approvingly as he smiles down at the blushing, befuddled Witch of Wrath.
"You did it perfectly. But now we're moving onto Step Two of a proper hatefuck. Just bear with me, alright? This next part might be a little uncomfortable at first, but it's all leading up to something amazing."
Minerva nods decisively in response, determination spreading cutely across her adorable face. Haru feels an ounce of trepidation about what he's about to do next, but that doesn't stop him from going through with it anyways. He just… can't resist. Reaching out, the magic researcher grabs Minerva by her side ponytail, wrapping it around his fist and pulling her face first onto his cock right then and there.
Her eyes go wide as he shoves himself into her mouth, but she doesn't fight back, even as he begins to face fuck her right then and there rather relentlessly, not letting up for even a moment.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
Haru groans and tosses his head back in sheer enjoyment of her throat convulsing around his dick, her gagging like music to his ears, even as she gurgles and sputters along his member. Drool and saliva mix with the cum already coating the gullible Witch of Sin's face, and Haru is having the time of his life forcing Minerva to deep-throat his cock.
To his mild surprise, she seems to be enjoying it too, despite him thinking she wouldn't. Does the Witch of Wrath have a slight masochistic side? She's certainly moaning a lot from what should be a one-sided source of pleasure. Even as he face fucks her, her muffled moans are reverberating up Haru's length, leaving the young man to shudder in ecstasy. She might not know a thing about pleasing a man, but what she lacks in knowledge and experience, she more than makes up for with an idiot savant level of sexual appeal and talent.
It feels like both an eternity and no time at all before he's shooting his second load straight down her throat. He doesn't warn her, nor does he tell her she has to swallow it all or anything. And yet, even still, Minerva drinks and drinks and drinks, almost like she loves the taste, almost like it's the best thing she's ever had.
Letting go of her ponytail, he watches as she slowly pulls herself back off of his cock. Kneeling there before him, the Witch of Wrath pants heavily with a heavy blush visible beneath the cum and drool staining her cheeks. Even as his cock rests on her face, she looks up at Haru from around the meaty girth and trails her tongue along the underside, purely by instinct.
"I-Is there more to this… 'hatefucking'?"
Grinning like a loon, Haru bobs his head up and down in a nod.
"There is. That was just Step One and Two, after all. There's always Step Three."
He's clearly leading her, but if Minerva sees it, she doesn't mention it. Instead, wide-eyed and so very eager, the blonde's breath hitches as she responds with a questioning tone.
"Step Three…?"
"Yep! And the best way to accomplish Step Three of a hatefuck is with a mating press! Here, let me help you."
It's good that he tacks on that last bit, because as he begins to push Minerva down onto the ground, he feels a single moment of resistance, and knows for a fact that if not for her cooperation, he wouldn't be able to do anything to this woman that she didn't want him to do. She's so much stronger than him, it's not even funny. But then, that's what makes it all the more arousing for a daredevil like Haru.
Pushing her down and bending her legs back until they're framing either side of her substantial chest, Haru reaches down to pull aside the Witch of Wrath's panties, the last obstacle between him and his ultimate goal. And yet, even as he places the head of his throbbing cock against her wet pussy lips, he doesn't immediately thrust in. It doesn't feel right, not quite yet.
"… Do you want it, Minerva?"
Blinking dumbly up at him, Minerva squirms and blushes, not seeming to know what to say. Grinning, Haru feeds her the lines.
"Now you need to say 'I want it so bad Haru! I need your cock inside of me!'"
Her eyes widen briefly, as some small part of her naïve, innocent mind comprehends that he's asking something embarrassing of her. But in the end, she nods and does as she's told, even sounding happy to do so.
"I-I want it so bad, Haru! I need your c-cock inside of me-IEEEEEEE!!!"
With a grunt, Haru thrusts into her on the spot, tearing through her hymen as she completes the requisite begging. He groans at just how absurdly tight and wet she feels around his member, tossing his head back for a moment in honest ecstasy. Then he pulls back, intending to do it again… only to meet some resistance on the second thrust.
Blinking, Haru pauses for a moment before finally realizing it's her hymen… again. As he begins to steadily fuck her, knowing better than to hesitate for too long, he finds himself taking Minerva's virginity again and again and again. Which is just… ridiculous, right? What the hell is happening? Ah, but for all that some consider him a reckless adventurer and ne'er dowell sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, Haru IS a researcher at heart.
It doesn't take him long to figure out what's going on, even as he continues to fuck Minerva in the mating press. This is a result of Minerva's Authority. Echidna had told him something about that. She could heal others by hitting them, but also apparently her body would heal itself whenever she was hurt. Which meant that her hymen would heal every time he broke it and then removed the obstruction caused by his cock.
… This had to be the single most unique fuck that he'd ever partaken in. Honestly, Haru loved it. It was a strange, but altogether pleasurable sensation. His cock was being molested and squeezed down hard by Minerva's virgin cunt, even as it tore through her purity time and time again. Now understanding what was happening, he fucks Minerva even harder… which causes her self-healing to manifest itself in a visual manner as he continues to plow her nonstop.
Apparently, whenever Minerva used her powers, it caused hearts of all things to explode around her. Which meant Haru was now literally fucking hearts out of the Witch of Wrath, breaking through her hymen with every thrust and causing her to squeal in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he thoroughly pounds her into the ground beneath them both.
Minerva's orgasmic cries fill the air as she cums again and again around his cock, making it abundantly clear that the Witch of Wrath DOES have a bit of a masochism fetish. First the moaning from getting face fucked, and now cumming along his dick despite the pain of losing her virginity a thousand times over. She was definitely a closet masochist.
Haru wasn't really much of a sadist though, so he wasn't going to go out of his way to exploit that too much. He'd simply be glad that she was getting so much out of the continuous breaking of her hymen, because if not for her enjoyment of the pain and pleasure coursing through her, he's not sure he'd still have a head. Either one.
Regardless, Minerva cums countless times on Haru's cock, so many times that he honestly loses count. She feels so very good, wrapped around his dick, that he honestly loses track of a lot of things, besides the pleasure coursing through him. It still takes him a while to cum though, especially after blowing his load twice before in such a short period of time.
Finally, though, Minerva receives a nice creampie deep inside of her womb. He doesn't even consider pulling out, though he's not quite sure if he can get Witches of Sin pregnant in the first place. All the same, he fills Minerva with his seed, pumping a thick, hot load of his cum deep inside of her womb. At the same time, even more hearts explode out of the Witch of Wrath as her eyes roll back in her head and her teeth grit together, her entire back arching and thrusting her massive titties up into the air to bounce and jiggle all over the place from her explosive, orgasmic spasming.
And then it's over. Haru pulls out of Minerva's freshly fucked virgin body, only to watch for a moment to make sure… and yep, there it is. Minerva's hymen had healed back over again, leaving his load of cum unable to so much as seep out of her cunt. How amusing, heh.
He would- before he can finish that thought, Haru finds himself abruptly glomped by the Witch of Wrath that he'd just fucked so thoroughly. Her recovery time is a little frightening, but also… having his face shoved between her tits feels rather amazing, even as he finds himself suffocating just a tad in the midst of her pillowy tits.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I feel SOOOOO much better than I did before! I love it! I love hatefucking! I can't wait to 'hatefuck' with you again, Haru!"
All the while, she's rather forcibly reverse-motorboating him… but truth be told, Haru can't bring himself to mind. The lack of air might become a concern if this lasts much longer, but if that's how he dies… then the young man is perfectly okay with that.
So, rather than trying to escape Minerva's ironclad embrace or the pillowy soft creeping asphyxiation represented by her gorgeous breasts, Haru simply gives her a thumbs up and settles in to enjoy the reverse-motorboating for what it is.
-x-X-x-
"Hi there! You're new~"
Haru doesn't jump at the sudden cute voice behind him, but it's definitely a near thing. Turning around, he regards the young-looking girl standing before him. With large red eyes that seem to brim with curiosity and adorable excitement, short messy green hair, and dark skin, she gave off the aura of a lovely, innocent girl.
Of course, Haru knew better than to truly believe that. Not only was he not in the real world right now, and thus there were no innocent little girls here to stumble across him… but also, Echidna had warned him about Typhon ahead of time. So yes, he was well aware that he was staring down the Witch of Pride herself, Typhon. He'd actually been told quite a bit about her backstory, with Echidna elaborating on why she tended to do the things she did.
It was a tragic tale, to be fair. Back when Typhon had actually been a child, she'd apparently had a noble father who regularly executed people right in front of her. Wanting to understand good and evil, Typhon had gladly watched these executions, soaking it all in as her father sat in judgment of the people under his charge.
Eventually, the young girl had absorbed the Witch Factor of Pride, making her the Witch of Pride and giving her access to the Authority of Pride. Due to her young age and youthful naivety, she'd gone around the world mercilessly judging and executing people for their 'sins'. Starting, as horrifying as it was, with her own father. Though Echidna assured Haru that Typhon meant no ill will towards her father when he'd killed him, it was still incredibly sad to think about.
And then, over four hundred years ago, Typhon had gone to Priestella, where a trap was set for the Witch of Pride. There, she'd drowned, a young girl dead before she could even hope to reach her prime. Echidna had eventually come along to collect and preserve her soul within this world that Haru was in now, a pocket dimension where all of the departed Witches of Sin could live on and be at peace.
That made this little girl in front of him not a little girl at all, but rather, over four hundred years old. And yet, given everything Echidna had told him about Typhon, it didn't really surprise Haru that she'd never truly allowed herself to grow up. Rather, she was clearly drowning in her own traumas, hiding behind her child-like attitude in order to ignore both the things she'd done and the things that had been done to her.
At least, that was Haru's opinion anyways. Echidna had been unwilling to tell him whether he was actually right or not… and had even gone so far as to tell him that it was up to Haru himself to navigate this encounter with her fellow witch. The Witch of Greed wanted him to get along with all of her sisters, and so far, he'd done a decent job with Minerva, the Witch of Wrath. This… this was his next challenge, his next test.
Putting a small smile on his face, Haru nods his head towards Typhon, taking in her youthful appearance as he considers if the plan, he came up with will work or not.
"Typhon. It's good to meet you. Echidna has told me a lot about you."
Already in the middle of putting out her hand towards him, the adorable-looking Witch tenses up, her big smile freezing at that particular bit of information, giving some credence to his theory that she was hiding a different level of maturity under that childish attitude of hers. Still, she's had four hundred years to perfect her act.
"Aw! Echi really told you all about me, didn't she? She just had to ruin my fun!"
Shaking his head, Haru keeps on smiling.
"On the contrary… she wouldn't have let you come and see me if that was the case, right? She allowed this meeting to happen… which means she wants you to judge me."
Typhon crosses her arms over her chest in a cute huff as she mulls that over for a moment before beaming and nodding, uncrossing her arms and holding out her hand.
"Great! Then give me your hand!"
He most definitely does not. This next part… if it didn't work, would Haru die? It was entirely possible. But he was going to give it a try all the same.
"Actually… I was wondering about that. You judge someone's guilt by holding their hand, is that it?"
"Any touch will do!"
Nodding his head as if that was what he expected, Haru hums, putting on a thinking face for a second.
"It's just… how can you judge the guilt in someone's heart without getting more intimate with them?"
Something akin to confusion spreads across Typhon's face, and she pouts as she crosses her arms yet again.
"Huh?"
In for a penny, in for a pound…
"Well, it's just that… your power is very mighty, but how deep does it reach? You only really get the surface level of their guilt, don't you? What if you did things differently? What if you had them inside of you instead? Wouldn't that allow you to judge them much more deeply than a simple touch?"
Now, this was a pretty crazy plan, and Haru was aware of that. But then, this whole world was crazy. His entire life was crazy, at this point. At least with this, he was banking on one of two things happening.
Either Typhon was so deep into her own act that she would play the part of naïve girl to the hilt and be convinced by it… or, if there actually was a curious young woman with a healthy libido under that adorable persona, he was hoping she would go along with his idea to sate her curiosity. And given how he'd done with Echidna and Minerva, Haru was sure he could manage Typhon as well, if he could just get things started.
Of course, if the circumstances were anything but those two options, he was probably dead where he stood. Alas, that was the sort of risk one took when face to face with one's third Witch of Sin in just a short amount of time.
Studying her face, peering into her red eyes, Haru tries to get an idea of which it is… but it's impossible. She's either the best actor he's ever seen, or she really is presenting a childish persona and has managed to avoid growing up for four hundred years.
"Hmmm… you might have a point! So then… you should put your fingers in my mouth!"
That… was a step in the right direction. Smile still plastered on his face, Haru nods along with the crazy Witch.
"Sure, that's one option. How about we make a deal. I'll happily let you judge me… but you have to hold off until we've tried a variety of different things, alright?"
She peers at him suspiciously for a long moment, before finally nodding resolutely.
"Kay."
"Great. My fingers in your mouth is a great start, but it's rather one-sided in terms of intimacy, isn't it? So how about I put my fingers in your mouth… while you wrap those cute little feet of yours around my phallus."
Scrunching her brow up curiously, Typhon cocks her head to the side.
"What's a phallus."
… In for a penny, in for a pound. Fully ready to die, Haru reaches for his pants and yanks them down, letting his erection pop out of its confines and point unerringly in Typhon's direction.
"This is my phallus."
She stares for a moment, and it's hard, because he thinks he detects a blush, but also, she looks so uncomprehending.
"Oh… alright then."
And so Haru finds himself putting his cock within reach of Typhon's wiggling dark-skinned toes, even as she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, saying 'ahhh' until he places two fingers into her waiting maw for her to clamp down and suck on.
There's a heart-stopping moment where he thinks she might decide to immediately exercise her Authority of Pride on him anyways, that she might obliterate him, or what have you. But no, as the first few seconds pass without her immediately shattering him into a bunch of pieces, Haru begins to relax, his smile growing more and more real as he watches the Witch of Pride give him a foot job while sucking on his fingers.
She was wholly inexperienced at both things, and yet, that didn't seem to stop her from giving it her all. He would never say it out loud, but there was a rather dumb look on the adorable Witch's face as she slurped and sucked at his digits, while her feet felt phenomenal, grazing up and down the sides of his cock. Despite going around completely barefoot, it seemed that she was incapable of forming callouses, either because she was a spirit and didn't have a real body, or because of the nature of this pocket dimension they found themselves in.
This left her feet incredibly smooth as they move along his shaft, causing Haru to groan in enjoyment.
"Ish this intimate enough?"
Chuckling, Haru's eyes twinkle as he grins at Typhon.
"Now, now, don't talk with your mouth full."
"Shorry daddy…"
He stiffens for a moment, but she doesn't seem to have noticed. Still, he's not sure he wants to be associated with the father that she killed. Unless… unless a new 'daddy' is exactly what Typhon needs. If he can fill that role, not of father but of 'daddy', then maybe…
"Good girl. But no, this isn't the end all for intimacy. In fact, while you're doing a lot for me, this is quite one-sided. So now it's my turn to do something for you."
His other hand comes up and he's still half-expecting her to kill him, but nevertheless he forges onward, reaching up under her cute little dress and running his hand along her dark-skinned body. Typhon's breath hitches around his fingers as she looks up at him with those big round red eyes of hers, her expression still strangely unreadable.
Grazing his free hand across her thighs and her slit and along her belly, he eventually reaches up under her dress all the way to her nipples. All the while, she's still giving him a halfway decent foot job, her inexperience made up for by her eagerness and enthusiasm. That eagerness and enthusiasm was exactly what Haru was relying upon to carry him through this day. If he wanted to survive this, he needed to make sure Typhon was as enamored with him as Echidna and Minerva had ended up being.
And so, he doesn't pinch her nipples, fearing that any sort of pain will cause her to instinctively lash out. But he does play with them, rolling them in between his fingers one after the other. Slowly but surely, he can see Typhon beginning to react to it, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier around the digits he still has in her mouth.
It's actually working, much to his mild amazement, and so after a little while, Haru goes for the kill, sliding his hand back down her belly away from her hardened nipples and down betwixt her legs. As her feet continue to stroke his cock, he begins to play with her pussy, mostly toying with her clit in a way that has her whimpering and mewling around his fingers as she bucks her hips upwards into his touch, seeking more of it.
Eventually, he brings Typhon off, watching as the Witch of Pride experiences what he has to imagine is her first ever climax. She cums for him, squirting all over his fingers, and Haru can't help but grin at the redness of her face as he slowly withdraws his touch from her, pulling his hand out from under her dress and removing his digits from her mouth.
Staring down at his still-hard cock, cradled between her silky-smooth feet, Typhon seems to be somewhat at a loss.
"W-Was… was t-that intimate enough, d-daddy?"
Nope, not nearly. While he'd certainly given her something to think about, Haru was convinced he hadn't thoroughly rocked her world enough to save his own skin yet. Smiling down at her, his cock throbbing, Haru shakes his head.
"There's one more thing we need to try… the most intimate thing of all."
Blushing, Typhon pulls her feet back from his cock and stands back up, lifting her dress to reveal her nubile body as she exposes her dripping pussy lips.
"You wanna stick your thingie in here, d-don't you?"
Well yes. And so Haru nods. Typhon flushes… and then shakes her head.
"N-No! That's only supposed to be for married people, daddy!"
Ah, well… this was a bit of a roadblock. Unless…
"Well then, you do have one other hole for us to achieve… maximum intimacy with."
Typhon's guileless round eyes widen at that as she stiffens in shock, but after a moment, she nods her head in agreement. And so, Haru finds himself with the Witch of Pride turned around and backing up into his lap, her dress scrunched up in her hands around her waist as her pristine, dark-skinned posterior bumps up against his cock.
Of course, he's not an idiot. He doesn't just… stick it in. He wouldn't have done that even if she had let him fuck her properly. Instead, bringing his hands down to her ass, Haru begins to use the natural lubricant that Typhon had already provided him. One hand is covered in her pussy juices, while the other is covered in her spit. And so, spreading her ass cheeks apart carefully, he begins to work on loosening up her asshole, careful not to cause her any pain.
"O-Oh! D-Daddy, it feels weird!"
"Good weird, or bad weird?"
"… I dunno…"
"Well then, let's keep going."
"K-Kay daddy…"
And so, he keeps going, loosening up the four-hundred-year-old Witch's sphincter with his fingers. Of course, the initial lubricant doesn't last long… but luckily, he has a ready-made source in the form of her already dripping wet pussy to excavate and use to his satisfaction. Only once he's got two fingers nice and deep inside of Typhon's back door does he decide she's ready. Collecting more of her arousal and slapping it up and down his cock to lube himself up, Haru grabs the cute, adorable Witch by her hips and puts her in position above his cock.
"Ready, Typhon?"
"Y-Yes daddy…"
Slowly, he begins to ease her down onto his shaft. Typhon makes the cutest little noises as he does so, mewling and gasping for air.
"Oh! Oh, oh, oh!"
"You let me know if you need to rest, alright?"
"I-I will…"
But she never tells him to stop. To be fair, Haru doesn't go crazy with it. He's trying to fix her, not break her. She's already broken, but maybe in this way, he can repurpose some of her craziness and make her… if not stable, at least predisposed to liking him.
And so, he takes thing slow, spreading her out over his cock inch by inch as she whimpers and moans and makes all sorts of adorable little noises. He doesn't stop until her ass is touching his crotch, her asshole wrapped around the base of his cock. Then, he just stares there as he moves his hands around to her front, back up under her dress, playing with her clit and nipples alike as her cute little toes curl and uncurl constantly.
Eventually, she's settled enough and is moaning and writhing under his pleasurable touch. Smirking, figuring he knows what the answer will be this time, Haru asks his question again.
"Good weird or bad word, Typhon?"
"G-Good, daddy… g-good weird."
"Do you want me to start moving now?"
"… Yes daddy."
She sounds incredibly embarrassed and mortified, but she hasn't used her Authority to blast him away, so Haru slides his hands down to her hips, gets a good firm hold of her, and begins to bounce her up and down on his cock, fucking her anally for the first time. Her anal virginity was his, muwahaha!
Did Haru feel guilty for all but tricking Typhon into this? Not one bit. Not least of which because it was her or him, at the end of the day. Either he turned her into an anal slut in love with her 'daddy's' cock, or she obliterated him. And so, he would happily choose the first option, completely guilt-free.
That in and of itself would ultimately save him. Because Typhon's Authority was active the entire time, he was butt fucking her into a mewling, moaning puddle of pleasured flesh. It was looking for his guilt, for his sin. But Haru was a man with a good heart and absolutely zero guilt over his actions. This in and of itself baffled Typhon, who was so used to people feeling guilt for having sex in any number of ways. Haru should have been no different, right?
But then, if he wasn't feeling guilty… didn't that make anal sex the purest form of sex? And so, Typhon loses herself in the pleasure as Haru makes her feel so good that she and her Authority ultimately decide that there's no way he can possibly be an evildoer.
"H-Harder, daddy! Harder!"
Grunting, Haru gives it to her harder, even as he feels her gushing into his palm, her ass clamping down on his cock as she experiences her first anal orgasm. Ultimately, he can only last a few minutes longer after that before finally cumming himself, filling her bowels and 'creampieing' Typhon for the first time in her centuries-long existence.
As they both collapse backwards, panting heavily, Haru stares up into the never-ending beautiful blue sky. Three Witches down, from the look of things…
-x-X-x-
Sitting back in his chair, Haru groans as a head of deep-green hair bobs up and down on his length. Typhon, the Witch of Pride, fellates him with a growing skill that he has to admit, he's quite enjoying. Her eagerness and enthusiasm are nothing to scoff at either, as she stares up at him with adoring red eyes while sucking and slurping at his dick.
He's managed to survive another encounter with a Witch of Sin. If you'd told the young man a year ago that he would not only make the discovery of his wildest dreams but also have successfully bedded three of the Witches of Sin by this point, he would have openly laughed in your face. As it is, he just smiles and rests on his laurels for a moment, having managed to evade almost certain death once more.
He was really knocking it out of the park, wasn't he?
Of course, even if he didn't say it out loud, Haru should have known better than to tempt Murphy with a thought like that. No sooner have the words crystallized in his head when suddenly the temperature in the area seems to drop a couple hundred degrees, and he feels a chill down his spine that has nothing to do with the sudden subzero cold as it feels like his impending doom approaching.
The reason for this is obvious a moment later as Sekhmet, the Witch of Sloth, shows up. A beautiful yet ultimately languid creature, seemingly in her mid-twenties but obviously much older than that, the Witch of Sloth has long, unkempt burgundy hair that goes well past her toes, reaching nearly twice her height in length from the look of things. She's also dressed in a sultry, seductive sort of outfit that's primarily black and forms over her voluptuous physique quite well.
Her skin is pale, but it's the look on her face that makes Haru certain he's breathed his last. It doesn't matter that he managed to 'tame' Echidna, Minerva, and Typhon to an extent. This is where he dies, to the Witch of Sloth of all people… who is looking at him with more fury in her face than he would have thought her sin would allow her to express.
Slowly, very slowly, Sekhmet raises an arm in his direction. Actually, pointing one finger seems to be much too much work for her, so her hand dangles limply as she gestures to him instead.
"You. Die."
"WAIT!"
There's no doubt in Haru's mind that he would have died a moment later, but Typhon steps in before Sekhmet can finish her languid action, bringing the Witch of Sloth up short as she blinks down at her diminutive sister witch.
"You can't kill daddy, Sekky! It's not fair! I just got him!"
Blinking in the same slow, languid way she manages to do everything, Sekhmet's throat bobs for a moment as she swallows.
"He… took advantage of you Typhon. He tricked you."
"I don't care!"
Haru jolts at that, while even Sekhmet's eyes widen slightly, the Witch of Sloth looking surprised. Meanwhile, Typhon's cheeks are puffed out and her hands are curled into cute little fists at her sides.
"I don't care if daddy tricked me! He's a good guy! And he makes me feel really good too! I don't want that to stop!"
Sekhmet's mouth opens, perhaps to say something, but she's at a loss for words. Rather than close it, the slothful woman just leaves her jaw hanging as she stares at Typhon unblinkingly.
"You just have to try it yourself! If you give daddy a go, you'll realize how good he can make YOU feel as well!"
Slowly, Sekhmet closes her mouth. Then, she gives him a considering look, brow furrowing ever so slightly in the laziness face of concentration that Haru has ever seen. When she's not glaring at him furiously, her resting face seems to be an extremely debilitated and altogether apathetic look. But right now, she is considering it.
"… Too much work. I'm just going to kill him and be done with it."
"No! Ugh, silly! You don't have to do any work if you don't want to! Haru can do all the work!"
Normally he might be a little opposed to having Typhon making such decisions for him, but in this case it's an extremely easy ask, and if it's between him doing all the work and Sekhmet tearing him to shreds, Haru knows what he'd choose. Standing up, he nods as he steps forward.
"You just lay down, Sekhmet. I'll show you what I'm capable of, and then we can go from there, alright?"
Another long, slow beat of pondering, before finally the Witch of Sloth sighs.
"Very well."
And that's how Haru finds himself walking up to Sekhmet as she lounges back on a heart-shaped bed, resting herself in the pillows with a laziness that's clearly been perfected for over four hundred years, possibly even longer. Where the bed and pillows came from, Haru doesn't know… but then, it is a pocket dimension. Echidna was either watching and helping them along, or Sekhmet had the ability to summon such things herself.
Either way, Haru carefully climbs onto the bed. Right before he can touch the Witch of Sloth however, she pins him with a lazy gaze.
"Don't expect me to move a muscle. If I don't enjoy this, I'll still rip you limb from limb, human."
Swallowing thickly, Haru just nods his head in understanding… and then gets to work. He starts with his hands, eyes focused solely on her face as he begins to touch her in all the ways a woman might enjoy being touched. He… doesn't get much of a reaction from that, but it's not like he can stop now. Carefully, he begins to strip Sekhmet out of her dress.
Part of him is expecting it to smell, and for her to smell. Her pale pasty appearance is almost sickly, and her long unkempt hair makes him wonder when the last time she took a shower was. And yet, neither she nor her garments stink as one might expect from the Witch of Sloth. Slowly but surely, he manages to get her dress off of her. With no help from Sekhmet herself, it's a somewhat arduous process… but well worth it, once he's done.
When her body is displayed before him in its entirety, that's when Haru really gets started on trying to impress the Fourth Witch of Sin he's run into so far in this place. He starts with fondling her, playing with her breasts and running his hands up and down her sides. She twitches here and there, but that just might mean she's ticklish.
Bringing his mouth into the mix, Haru leans forward and begins to kiss and suckle at her collarbone and neck, working his way up and down that space between her head and shoulder. Sekhmet still doesn't give him any meaningful reaction to work with. Beyond a few sighs here and there, the Witch of Sloth seems quite content to literally pillow queen it up, lounging back and making him do every last bit of the work.
But that's alright, Haru is a capable young man and a giving lover! He refuses to be bested simply because he's not getting the reactions he's come to expect from his previous encounters with Witches of Sin! Rather than expecting Sekhmet to react like them, he should really be cataloging her reactions as they stand, to be able to figure out what each of them means.
And so Haru does exactly that, just like the Witches of Sin researcher he prides himself as being. He's always had a sharp mind, and so as he moves his mouth from her neck to her breasts, beginning to suckle at her pale tits, he keeps an eye on her face and his ears on hearing the sounds coming from her. There… aren't many. But that doesn't mean she's not enjoying this.
It takes him a while to pinpoint it, but eventually he does. Those sighs that Sekhmet is letting out… they might as well be breathless moans for her. Actual wanton moans like the kind he was able to get from Echidna, the shrieks he was able to get from Minerva, and the squeals he got from Typhon… that was way too much to expect from Sekhmet. Moaning and mewling and all those other sounds one would expect to come almost involuntarily from a woman while one was pleasuring them… were just too much work for the Witch of Sloth.
Yes, even involuntary cries were too much for this lazy lady. Honestly, it made Haru wonder how the hell she was able to gather enough motivation to attempt to kill him in the first place. She must have really cared about Typhon, which was in fact very sweet.
Still, even if he'd realized that her sighs were actually sighs of contentment if not pleasure and the equivalent of loud moaning for any other woman, there was something else that Haru wanted, no, that he NEEDED to achieve. Namely, he needed to make Sekhmet experience an orgasm. If he doesn't, she still might try to kill him, even if she's feeling lazy and lackadaisical. Making her orgasm is the most important part of all of this.
And so, keeping his eyes on her face, Haru slowly descends down from her well-sucked breasts, her nipples standing at attention now and glistening in the open air from all of his efforts. He slides his lips and even his tongue down her abdomen, across her belly button, and then down past her mound to the place betwixt her legs where her pussy lips rest.
… Haru really isn't that surprised to find that Sekhmet is honestly barely wet. She's not completely dry, thank fuck, but she's moist at best, and not anywhere near a gushing mess… yet. With his task right in front of him quite literally, Harry adopts a determined look on his face as he leans in and gets to work. Brow furrowed in concentration and resolve; he begins to eat Sekhmet out, even as the pink-haired Witch continues to let out sigh after sigh.
His tongue dives deep, while his nose bumps against her clit. There's no explosion of pussy juices, no sudden massive climax, but then Haru kind of figured there wouldn't be. Still, he does notice that Sekhmet's inner walls are moving ever so slightly as he wiggles his tongue around inside of them. It's like they're doing the laziest flexing and tightening he's ever seen a woman's cunt do before. Sekhmet herself isn't just lazy… her entire body is lazy, every facet of it, every aspect.
Shit, he looks up and sees that even her nipples have gone soft in the couple of minutes since he was paying them specific attention! Her breasts barely shift as she breathes in and out, and if not for his previous discovery, he'd be a lot more afraid for his life! But no, Sekhmet was just that lazy. Not quite a dead fish, but her reactions… they were on a whole other level of muted.
All he could hope was that she wasn't completely frigid. Until this was over, he was pretty sure he wouldn't know for a fact whether or not she was going to off him, one way or the other. In the end though, there was really only one way to find out, wasn't there?
He'd been putting it off, trying every form of foreplay he knew ahead of time to attempt to impress her with everything he had. But it was obvious at this point that he wasn't going to make her cum with just his tongue. And besides, his jaw was actually starting to ache from how much effort he was putting into things. The most he'd managed, or so it would seem, was to make her a little wetter and better lubricated than she was before.
It would have to do. Rising up from his position, Haru moves between Sekhmet's legs, pushing them apart as he brings his cock up to her slit. Fitting himself against her, he takes a deep breath… and thrusts forward, filling her with his cock and sinking deep into her wet warmth. Haru isn't sure what he's expecting, but deep down he knows he's not going to get much more of a reaction from Sekhmet then he already has.
In the end, he counts the ever so slight breath hitching that he picks up on as an absolute win and starts to fuck her, thrusting in at a slow but purposeful pace at first. Staring down into her eyes, he doesn't get to see her face contort into ecstasy or bliss or anything like that. Rather, she looks as lazy and apathetic as ever. But he likes to think he's not imagining the ever so slight dusting of pink across her cheeks. Maybe he is. Maybe he's imagining all of the little signs he's taken to mean she's enjoying herself so far. Perhaps he's seconds away from being killed for failing to convince her of his worth.
Either way, Haru keeps going, he keeps soldiering on. He can't give up now, and he won't either. He refuses to. Instead, he fucks Sekhmet harder and faster, grunting as he goes, his hands coming up and groping and squeezing at her breasts a fair bit more roughly than he did earlier. Leaning down, Haru latches onto one of her nipples with his mouth again, all bit biting it this time as he fucks into her warm wet cunt.
Like with his tongue, he feels like he can detect these small little tremors along her insides, as he thrusts away at her. It's like her cunt is flexing and clenching down on his cock continuously, but so lazily and so slowly that he might just be imagining it. Still, she's tight enough without any hot squeezing of her warm insides, and she's wet enough that there's a good slick feeling to the fucking, while also having enough friction to be quite pleasurable.
It's more like fucking a sex doll than an actual woman… at least until Haru feels a sudden strong, invisible force in the shape of hands that pushes against his back, causing him to fuck Sekhmet harder, deeper, and faster than before. Letting out a surprised grunt, the young man nevertheless thrusts forward fast and deep, driving into the Witch of Sloth with all his might and also the assistance of this strange invisible force.
Finally, though, he can hold back his release no longer. As he cums inside of her, arching his back and drilling deep into her in the process, Haru shudders in momentary bliss, his eyes going crossed as he unloads a hot thick load of his cum right into her womb, just like he did with the other Witches of Sin before her. Of course, there is no super special massive explosive orgasm from the woman under him like with those others, and as he comes down from his release, his first thought of post-nut clarity is that he's doomed.
After all, he didn't make her cum… did he? Staring down at her, Haru finally realizes something, having an epiphany as he feels the slightest tremors and clenching from her pussy walls around his dick. As far as he could tell, based on previous experiences, Sekhmet hadn't cum once the entire time he was fucking her.
But hadn't he already had the thought earlier that he couldn't base his assumptions in those previous experiences? Rather, if he based it on what he'd seen of her so far, from the sighs to the hitched breath, to the faint feel of flexing from her inner walls… wasn't it more accurate to say that she was actually cumming the whole time? Her climaxing was just as lazy as the rest of her, wasn't it? Almost undetectable, and yet… and yet, had he rocked her world just as he wanted to after all?
Well, it was either that or he was dead, right? There was no escape for him in this place, not even from the laziest most slothful of the Witches of Sin. So rather than run, Haru merely maneuvers Sekhmet's body around so he can cuddle with her, something he notes she doesn't resist. As he hugs her to him, she looks at him in the eyes with her same old apathetic expression and delivers her final verdict on his performance.
"… Maybe I won't kill you after all, human. But I will expect a repeat performance sometime soon."
Then, she grabs his hand and lifts it to her mouth, placing the sloppiest, laziest kiss he's ever received upon it before just… holding his hand in her own between their bodies. For a moment, Haru stares at her completely baffled, before realizing that given everything else, even if that was all she could be motivated to do… that was an awful lot, considering it was her.
So much so that even Typhon, who'd been completely silent, conspicuous, and watching the whole time, pipes up.
"Wow Sekky! You gave him a kiss! You must reeeeeeally liiiike daddy~"
Sekhmet neither confirms nor denies it… but when Haru looks back at her, the light blush across her face this time is impossible to miss. It would seem he's done it again, and 'conquered' another of the Witches of Sin… after a fashion. Chuckling to himself, a tired but content smile on his face, Haru offers to let Typhon curl into his other side, which the Witch of Pride eagerly does, allowing him to cuddle both Witches at once as he lays back on the heart-shaped bed and rests once more.
-x-X-x-
Haru was feeling pretty damn good about himself. He'd come out the other side of not one, not two, not even three… but FOUR Witches of Sin. Bagged and tagged em all too, not that he would ever refer to it that way out loud. Regardless, it was a major accomplishment no matter how you looked at it. He had survived encounters with over half of the Seven Witches of Sin and left each and every one with a favorable impression of him.
Which was why he felt more than justified in turning to his actual passion, his original reason for being here. That being the history that this place represented, the archeological find of a century. After all, while Haru was a young man, he was also a researcher at his heart. Knowledge was his passion far more than just… constant amounts of sex.
Luckily, Echidna seemed to agree that he'd earned a reprieve. In fact, the Witch of Greed hadn't even mentioned the remaining Witches of Sin as of yet, at least not in the context of him having to prove himself to them. Instead, she'd arrived shortly after Typhon and Sekhmet had left and the two of them had been spending the last little while alone, sipping on Echidna's special tea (his consumption seemed to embarrass her more than him, even now) and talking as Haru picked her brain to learn more about the Witches, the Great Calamity, and the time before said calamity when she and the other Witches had still been active.
"After the deaths of five of my sisters, I confess that I entered a state of depression. Gathering their souls to myself, I sought this place, what I call Sanctuary, in order to keep them protected. Of course, to take advantage of this, the Divine Dragon Volcanica sealed us in… until you stumbled upon my tomb, all these years later."
Haru soaks that in, even as he sips from his teacup.
"Wow. That's… a lot."
Echidna inclines her head in acknowledgment of the truth of his statement, smiling ever so slightly.
"Indeed. I believe it was our loss, that act of confinement and sealing, that caused our Seventh to… act out. Without our moderating influences, the Witch of Envy acted impulsively and caused the destruction known to you as the Great Calamity."
That was a little harder to swallow. Having met four of the seven Witches now, Haru struggled to imagine any of them as 'moderating influences' four hundred years ago. Perhaps Echidna, but Typhon, Minerva, Sekhmet? Ehhh, he just didn't see it. Sekhmet was lazy, not moderating. And Typhon and Minerva had both caused their fair share of problems from what he had learned so far in his research.
Still, he doesn't contradict the scary Witch of Greed in front of him. Even if he doesn't fear her at this point, he has a healthy respect for her power. But to think that the Great Calamity had happened simply because one girl was… lonely? Because her family had been locked away from her? Haru didn't honestly know what to think about all of that. It was a bit much, in the end.
"So, I-"
He's just getting ready to ask another question, however, when they're interrupted by the arrival of something decidedly… odd. There was no other way to really describe it, in his opinion. It was odd, that was it. Walking up to their little tea set on eight crab-like legs was… a coffin? Massive in black and purple colors, the thing looked like a torture device he'd read about once, like an iron maiden. Except that it had those legs coming off of it's base, making it quite obvious that it was… well, not that, presumably?
"Uh, Echidna?"
"Tch."
The Witch of Greed looks all too irritated as she stands up at the same exact moment that the coffin slips down the middle and opens up. It turns out Haru was half-right. The thing isn't a full-blown iron maiden torture device, given that there aren't spikes lining its insides… but it was indeed designed after an iron maiden, and did indeed contain a… prisoner?
There's a girl inside the now-open coffin, one that looks completely bound up and imprisoned by the restraints within it. Dressed in a pitch-black straitjacket and a white bodysuit under that, her eyes were completely covered by an X-shaped blindfold that was wrapped to cross over the center of her face. Furthermore, her legs were bound together, and her arms were contained within these massive, chained gauntlets.
At the very least, behind her was a pink bed of sorts in the coffin, allowing her to rest back into comfort rather than something more horrendous and torturous. Still, the whole setup looked distinctly uncomfortable to Haru's eyes, and his heart went out to the girl… even as he realized she had to be one of the Witches of Sin that he hadn't met yet.
It was impossible for her to be anything else, really. After all, she was giving off a very witch-like aura, and besides, this was Echidna's world of dreams. Who the fuck else was going to show up in a coffin with crab legs like this while he was having a tea party with the Witch of Greed?
Speaking of which, Echidna does not look happy. In fact, the Witch of Greed outright imposes herself between him and the new girl, who has a smile on her lips now as her delicate little nose, half-hidden beneath the X-blindfold, sniffs outwards.
"Mmm, it seems I've finally found that delicious scent. What have you been hiding over here, Echidna? This smell has been permeating the Castle of Dreams for quite some time…"
"Daphne. Do not command that thing you cart yourself around in to come one step closer, or I will not be responsible for my next actions, am I understood? You are not permitted to consume my guest."
As 'Daphne' pouts mightily, just that short exchange is enough for Haru to begin to figure out what's going on. It's not like it's hard to put two and two together though, to be fair. He's not an idiot, and of the two Witches of Sin who are in Echidna's Dream World that he hasn't met yet, he knows which one Daphne is. The Witch of Gluttony was said to be quite the insatiable eater in life. To the extent that she really wasn't picky. But then, a Witch that embodied the Sin of Gluttony wouldn't be, now, would they?
No, some of the stories about how Daphne had kept herself feeling full were stomach turning in their contents. The main takeaway though was that the Witch of Gluttony cared more about the amount she consumed, rather than the taste. Which was why he was a little surprised that she'd tracked him down over his smell.
But at the same time, he wasn't. It made sense, in a sick and twisted way. He was the only person with an actual living body to enter this world in four hundred years, wasn't he? It only made sense that the soul of the Witch of Gluttony would track him down. In fact, knowing what he did now about his 'smell', he was surprised that she hadn't tracked him down earlier.
Except, even that wasn't surprising when he gave it just a little more though. Echidna. Echidna had been running interference all this time, hadn't she? Only now, when they took a break together, had the Witch of Gluttony managed to locate him. Daphne's next words only confirm it.
"Mouuu~ I thought now that you weren't trying so hard to distract me and lead me astray, that you were finally done playing with the human, Echi~ C'mon, can't I at least have a little nibble? Or maybe just one… big… bite…"
Echidna growls, still interposing herself between him and her sister Witch.
"It's never just a little nibble with you, Daphne! And no, I am not 'done playing' with Haru yet! I repeat myself; you are not permitted to consume my guest!"
There's a tension in the air as both Witches bristle at one another. Whether Daphne will back down or not, Haru doesn't know. If she does attack, he imagines she won't manage much. This was still Echidna's world after all, they were all merely guests in it, even if her sister witches had been guests for four hundred years. Or so he assumes.
Still, it's not right for them to be fighting. In a way, they're family, aren't they? And… call it what you will. Maybe he's being arrogant. Maybe bagging more than half of the Witches of Sin so far has left him over-confident. Perhaps he's a bit high on the never-ending rush of adrenaline he's been feeling over his 'victories' against the other Witches.
Whatever the case might be, Haru steps forward and places a hand on Echidna's shoulder.
"Echidna… I thought that you wanted me to meet all of your fellow Witches?"
Blinking, the Witch of Greed frowns for a moment before shaking her head.
"You've met Daphne now, Haru! As you can see, she's a dangerous little reprobate that doesn't know when to keep her massive maw away from things that aren't hers!"
Ignoring the unintended insult against his personhood, Haru just grins wickedly.
"No, no. You misunderstand me. I'm pretty sure you wanted me to MEAT all of your fellow Witches. Right? After all, it's what you've been having me do so far. Why stop now?"
It takes Echidna another long moment to get what he's saying, and when she does, she both blushes and face palms.
"That… that was a terrible pun, Haru."
"I liked it!"
Whipping her head towards Daphne, Echidna scowls.
"Well of course YOU did! Tch, Haru it's much too dangerous! Daphne won't hesitate to devour you if she gets the chance! She will literally, not figuratively, eat you up!"
Looking over at the Witch of Gluttony, Haru takes a moment to really take her in. Beneath all the bondage attire, she's a petite girl. Small, like Typhon, though not quite THAT small. Still, it's hard to reconcile her age with her appearance at first, just like it was with the Witch of Pride. Once he looks past that though, she's a cute, adorable thing and he definitely wants a piece of her. More than that, part of him, call it his masculine pride, if necessary, won't allow him to do anything else but go for it.
He's survived four Witches of Sin so far, why stop before the fifth?
"I can handle it, Echidna. I want to do this. Will you let me?"
At the same time, Haru is under no misconceptions about his position here. He's Echidna's guest and lover. This is her world, and what she says goes. So, when he asks if she'll let him, he's being completely serious, looking the Witch of Greed in the eye and trying to make it as clear as possible that, if she says no one more time, he'll back down. Just once more does she need to deny him, and he'll accept it.
Echidna stares right back at him for a long moment, teeth gritted and arms crossing over her chest defensively. Finally, though, she narrows her eyes and turns away from him, back to Daphne. Without saying a world, the Witch of Greed sweeps the legs of her fellow Witch's coffin out from under it, sending the entire contraption onto it's back.
"Oof!"
From the look of her cushioning, Daphne's 'oof' is more for flavor than anything else. She barely even feels the impact as the strange, almost living contraption she's in scrambles to try and find its feet for several long moments. The rather hilarious sight of eight crab legs scrabbling in the air for a moment almost makes Haru laugh, but he manages to hold it in, even as they finally retract and leave just the coffin in their place.
"There. With this, she'll at least be immobilized. Daphne, make any move to get up or attack, and I will stop you, am I understood?"
Grinning wickedly, the blindfolded girl nods her head up and down.
"Crystal, Echi!"
Without missing a beat, Echidna turns to him and frowns.
"Don't go anywhere near her mouth. She won't hesitate to take a chunk out of you if you give her even the slightly chance, even with my warning. Understood?"
Haru nods seriously, even as he reaches down and frees his cock from its confines. He was really doing this, wasn't he? Well yeah, of course he fucking was! He couldn't back down now! His pride as a man wouldn't allow it!
And so, crawling into the coffin near the bottom, Haru stays very clear of Daphne's head, as he runs his hands up and down the petite, chained-up Witch's bound body. Giggling and squirming a little at his touch, the Witch of Gluttony licks her lips.
"Come closer, human~ I promise, I won't bite!"
He doesn't believe her from a second, and judging by Echidna's derisive snort, she doesn't either. But that's okay. Trusting in Echidna's precautions, Haru moves slowly and carefully but also firmly, with purpose. Luckily, this black straitjacket that Daphne is wearing leaves the important bits exposed. As he moves his hands up and down her body, he can tell that the material the straitjacket is made out of is too much for him to handle with just his bare hands.
However, the white bodysuit she's wearing under said straitjacket? Now that is made of a much thinner, much sheerer material. As he plays with it, feeling the heat of Daphne's body under his fingertips, he's surprised when she lets out a little moan. Glancing up at her and seeing the blush, Haru can tell she's not acting. She's just as surprised as he is, and something like uncertainty flashes across her mouth in a slight frown. He wishes he could see her eyes to be able to read her a little better, but alas, that would certainly be getting too close to her mouth.
Instead, he focuses on what he can do. Namely, he reaches down and takes hold of her flimsy white bodysuit in his fingers, tensing up for a moment before yanking with all his strength.
RIIIIIP~
As the sheer material tears free with the pulling of his hands, Haru wonders briefly if he could have just asked Echidna to strip Daphne for him… but no, this was much more fun. Especially given Daphne's affronted reaction, the Witch of Gluttony letting out an offended gasp and even scowling and pouting cutely when he glances up at her. Slowly, Haru widens the hole, going from just a nice crotch-opening to splitting the white bodysuit all the way up her body, to her modest but still very much existent tits.
He doesn't dare go all the way to her neck though, once again mindful of Echidna's warning to stay away from the other Witch's mouth. Instead, he stops at her tits, sliding his hands up under her torn bodysuit to cop a feel of them and watching as she tenses in response to his touching.
"I-I really don't know what you think you're g-going to accomplish here. Do you think just because you touch me, I w-won't want to eat you?"
Smiling slightly, Haru considers confessing that that was exactly what he thought, and even giving evidence based on his previous encounters with the other witches. Sure, all of them had had their own personal hang ups that had required him to deal with them a little differently each and every time, but the fact was, he'd fucked each of them and come out the other side smelling like roses.
Was it any wonder, then, that he thought he could do the same with the Witch of Gluttony before him? Rolling her nipples between his fingers, Haru lets out a throaty chuckle, not actually saying any of that, but instead going for self-deprecating.
"Well, I have to try, don't I?"
Better to come at him from an angle like he thought he would fail, and let Daphne think he believed himself the underdog here. It would allow him to surprise her, hopefully, and even sway her a bit. In fact, he can tell it's working because while she still pouts, she's no longer scowling as he molests her youthful figure.
"Mouuu… I suppose so… s-silly human…"
Grinning at that, Haru considers things for a moment. He could skip right to the point… or he could do with some more foreplay. Looking at her flushed form, her pale skin now exposed to him and definitely giving away her arousal, Haru decides he's gotta go all out. Daphne might just be the hardest nut to crack yet, so he couldn't excuse himself here. He needed to give it his all.
And so, rather than just sticking his already erect cock inside of her, Haru slides his mouth down her body, his tongue licking along her abdomen and navel before descending to her mound. His hands remain up under her torn bodysuit, playing with her small tits as his tongue gets to work on her cunt. He's quickly answered by actual noises from the Witch of Gluttony, as unlike her sister witch, Daphne isn't nearly so lazy as to not even make a sound.
No, despite her appearance, Haru thought he had her measure. Sekhmet might have been so lazy as the Witch of Sloth that she barely wanted to move, but Daphne… Daphne probably moved around in a coffin like this because actual physical exertion prompted her to be hungrier faster, or something crazy like that.
Now though, now he was driving her wild and he was quickly getting the reaction he wanted. Whimpering, mewling, and moaning, the Witch of Gluttony writhes beneath him, squirming in her bondage as he toys with her nipples and tongues her glistening, dripping wet pussy lips. It's not long before she's sopping down there, not long before her cunt is gushing right into his mouth.
Bumping his nose against her clit, Haru stares up the length of Daphne's petite form and watches as she lets out a particularly wanton moan, before cumming for him, orgasming hard thanks to his tongue. Only once she's come down from the explosively powerful climax does Haru pull back, a grin on his face as he draws his cock out and prepares to penetrate the panting, gasping Witch of Gluttony.
As if she can detect his smugness, Daphne quickly rallies, blushing deeply but nevertheless looking determined as she wiggles in place beneath him.
"W-Was that all you h-had, human? I-If you think that'll be enough t-to sway me, you h-have another t-thing coming…"
Chuckling, Haru shakes his head, even if she can't see it.
"No… no, that was just the appetizer, Daphne. This is the main course."
Was putting things in terms of food a mistake? Eh, maybe, maybe not. Either way, before she can respond, Haru thrusts forward, spearing the Witch of Gluttony with every last inch of his man-meat. He thrusts into her, and she responds with a cry as he claims her virginity right there on the spot. Of course, far from done with showing Daphne that there was more to life than simply consuming the greatest amount of food, Haru begins to thrust away immediately, not giving her any room to recover or adapt to the sudden powerful pounding she's receiving.
More than any of the other girls, this one was actually a battle, a conquest that Haru had to complete above all else. All the other Witches had these other little things about them that made it, so Haru had to be careful. Daphne was the same way, but with her, he just had to be careful not to get too close to her mouth. Everything else was fair game, including fucking her as hard and as fast as he could to build upon the cunnilingus he'd already performed, in the hopes that he would drive her absolutely wild with lust.
If he could make the Witch of Gluttony insatiable for sex as well as food, then ostensibly she would have to keep him around for the former and stop treating him like the latter, right? That was the hope, anyways, and so Haru kept on fucking Daphne in her coffin, pounding the restrained girl silly as she moaned and came for him again and again and again.
He honestly loses track of how many orgasms he forces out of her, but by the time he's done, her puffy pussy lips are an outright mess, and her nipples are rock hard from all the attention he's been giving them. Haru pushed long and hard, not wanting to give up too soon, not wanting to end it before he was sure he'd won… but ultimately, he can't hold out forever.
With a hoarse groan and a loud shout, the young man finally cums, arching his back as he stuffs is cock as deep into Daphne as it will go, before painting her insides white with his seed. He fills her to the brim and then some, coating her womb in his jizz. And then, as he's finishing up, a moment of weakness overcomes Haru, and he finds himself crashing forward atop the slight girl.
Now, normally a young man falling upon the girl he's just finished fucking would be a cause for a 'job well done' and 'congratulations' and even a bit of cuddling. But falling atop the Witch of Gluttony, putting your head, neck, and shoulders all within range of her maw after she made it clear that she wanted to eat you… that was just idiotic. Haru couldn't help it though, and even as his beleaguered mind was realizing what had happened and the danger he was in, even as Echidna's cry of 'No!' could be heard in the background, Daphne was leaning forward… and lightly sucking on his neck.
Haru freezes up, as does Echidna when she realizes that her sister Witch isn't outright eating and devouring him. Daphne suckles for a few moments, her tongue licking at his neck flesh, her teeth even nibbling… but finally, she pulls away, letting him up as she graces him with a hesitant smile.
"I hope you don't begrudge me the nibble… I've decided that for the time being, I won't consume you! However, know this human! One day, I will devour you slowly, making sure to savor every last bite!"
Haru didn't think that was bluster. He fully believed Daphne meant every word, one hundred percent. But it was also kind of nice, like it was the Witch of Gluttony's way of saying she liked him. Instead of just gobbling him up, she'd take her time and enjoy eating him… or something.
Regardless, with that statement made, Daphne smiles wickedly.
"Meanwhile, you've awakened a different type of appetite within me. I'm not ready to let you go just yet~"
With that, the doors of the coffin shut behind Haru, trapping him inside with her.
-x-X-x-
Echidna, left on the outside, isn't too worried after watching her sister witch refrain from consuming Haru and ending his life when she very easily could have. She's not too concerned about Haru being trapped with Daphne now, not when the only noises she hears coming from within are moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
Meaning that far from being consumed, Haru was being put to work on giving the Witch of Gluttony's newest insatiable appetite a run for her money.
Really, while she was happy that Haru had once again managed to impress her… in the end, he'd only brought this upon himself. Daphne would likely drain him dry… so Echidna would go ahead and prepare more of her special tea to rejuvenate him when he finally got out of the Centipede Coffin. Blushing a little herself, the Witch of Greed smiles fondly as she goes to do just that.