An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge - Chapter 231

Chapter 231: A Reverse Gangbang***
The Minotaur girl’s heavy footsteps shook the ground as she approached Arthur. Her massive tits bounced with each step, her thick body radiating strength and primal hunger. She wasn’t here to dominate him in any conventional sense—but she was here to take what she wanted.

With a low growl, she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back against the furs. Her fingers dug into his flesh as she straddled him, her weight pressing down on his chest. She wasn’t gentle—she was solid, unrelenting, but not in a cruel way. Her large body seemed to consume him, her thick thighs pinning him down as she guided his cock to her dripping pussy.

“Ready?” she asked, her voice rough but full of desire.

Arthur smirked, grabbing her waist and lifting her slightly.

“You’re the one in control right now,” he said, a challenge in his tone.

Without hesitation, the Minotaur lowered herself down, sinking his cock into her tight, hot cunt with a satisfied grunt. She took every inch of him, her muscles flexing as she adjusted to the fullness of his size. The moment her hips met his, she let out a deep moan, her head tilting back as she rocked her hips forward and back.

She wasn’t holding back—each thrust was hard, fast, and passionate. The sounds of her body slapping against his echoed through the clearing. Her hands gripped his chest, claws digging into his skin as she rode him, her hips grinding down hard, desperate for release.

Arthur was already close to losing control as her massive breasts bounced in front of him, but he held on. He wasn’t going to let her claim him so easily.

The Minotaur’s pace quickened as she became more frantic. Her muscles rippled, her thighs bulging with every powerful thrust. She moaned louder, the sound of her pleasure urging the other women around them to watch in lustful silence.

With one final cry, the Minotaur came, her body shuddering on top of him as her cunt clenched around his cock, milking him. Arthur groaned, but he didn’t come just yet. He was still in control, still holding back.

She collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily, her breasts pressing against him as she gasped for air. The next girl was already pushing her way forward.

It was the foxkin twins.

The two of them were a perfect pair—smooth and sleek, their fur soft and fluffy, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they approached Arthur. The way they licked their lips in unison showed just how much they desired him.

“I think it’s our turn,” one of the twins purred, her voice full of mischief.

Without waiting for an invitation, they both climbed onto him. One sat on his lap, grinding her pussy against the tip of his cock, while the other slid down to straddle his face, her legs spreading wide.

“Eat me, hero,” the one on his face said, her voice husky and needy.

Arthur groaned, his hands gripping the twin’s hips as he licked her pussy, savoring the taste of her hot, wet flesh. She cried out, her body trembling as his tongue explored every inch of her.

Meanwhile, the other twin lowered herself onto his cock, guiding it inside with a wet, squelching sound. She took him deep, her tight cunt hugging his length as she moaned and rocked her hips in slow, teasing circles.

The pace was agonizingly slow, the twins working together, one using Arthur’s face, the other taking his cock, both of them riding him in perfect harmony. Their bodies moved together like a choreographed dance, never missing a beat as they teased him and stroked him.

And then, when Arthur couldn’t hold it anymore, he gripped their hips and forced them to go faster. He wasn’t going to let them have the full control anymore.

The foxkin twins cried out as he took control, pulling their bodies into a harder, faster rhythm. The one on his face moaned even louder, her pussy dripping with his saliva as she rocked against his mouth, forcing him to lick deeper.

The minotaur girl watched from the side, her body still trembling from her own orgasm as she looked at Arthur taking the twins in every way possible.

He wasn’t done.

And then came the finale—Arthur taking control of all of them.

He shoved the twins off of him, sending them stumbling backward, and grabbed the next woman in line—a bear girl, thick and powerful with curves for days. He pulled her to him, kissing her hard, his hands roughly guiding her onto his cock.

The rest of the girls—lizardkin, catkin, and even the minotaur—joined in. The air became thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and raw desire. Arthur didn’t hold back anymore.

He took them all—gripping them, pulling them, shoving them onto his cock, forcing them to ride him like animals in heat. The girls all moaned and cried out, their bodies shuddering from the intensity of his thrusts. The minotaur held onto him, her claws digging into his shoulders as she bounced up and down on his cock.

Arthur grinned—his cock throbbing, his balls tightening. He had taken control of them all, and he wasn’t stopping until they were all begging for release.

One after another, he claimed them—each girl moaning louder than the last, their bodies shaking in ecstasy as he fucked them all relentlessly. The orgy became a whirlwind of flesh and bodies, the heat of their passion filling the air as Arthur pounded them into oblivion.

Finally, he came, his cock bursting inside one of the girls—he didn’t care who it was, he just wanted to feel it. The girls all screamed in unison as they climaxed, their bodies trembling as they came with him.

Arthur leaned back, panting, his chest rising and falling as he looked at the satisfied, exhausted bodies around him. His cock was still hard, but he knew the night wasn’t over yet.

Morrika, hidden in the shadows just outside the firelight, watched it all. Her eyes were locked on the scene unfolding.

Her hand wandered down between her legs, rubbing herself through the fabric of her clothes as she watched Arthur’s cock being passed from one girl to another. The arousal was undeniable, but she didn’t move from her spot—secretly longing for Arthur’s attention, but unwilling to interrupt the feast.

She clenched her thighs together tightly as a gasp escaped her lips when a few more women arrived.

*****

The celebration raged on until the early hours of the morning, leaving behind a pile of empty liquor bottles, discarded clothes, and exhausted bodies.

The intense fucking, the wild orgy, the almost too much pleasure—it had all left him drained but craving more. He threw himself onto the bed, sinking into the soft furs, his body still tingling with the aftershocks of every orgasm he’d experienced.

The room was silent, save for the faint sounds of the celebration continuing outside. The tribe was still basking in the aftermath of their primal release, but Arthur was done for the night. He closed his eyes, trying to get some sleep, his hand idly stroking his still-hard cock, memories of the night flashing through his head.

That’s when the door creaked open.

Arthur’s eyes snapped open, his senses still on edge. He wasn’t expecting anyone—everyone was either passed out or too caught up in their own pleasures. But then he saw her.

Morrika.

She stood there, framed by the doorway, her tall, regal figure silhouetted in the dim light. Her usual chief’s attire was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she was dressed in something so provocative, so out of character, it made Arthur’s pulse race.

A tight leather corset, black as night, clung to her waist, pushing her breasts up into a near-perfect cleavage. Her legs were wrapped in thigh-high stockings, with laces running up the side, the boots sharp and sleek, adding to her commanding yet seductive appearance. Her hair, usually tied up in a practical bun, now fell in waves down her back, her eyes dark with desire.

She stepped forward, the door clicking shut softly behind her.

Arthur’s cock twitched as he sat up, unsure of what to say or do. “Morrika?” His voice was hoarse from the events of the night.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took slow, deliberate steps toward him, her heels clicking softly against the stone floor. When she was just in front of him, she dropped to her knees, her eyes locked onto his.

“You’re still awake,” she said softly, her voice low, controlled, but laced with an undeniable hunger. “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

Arthur didn’t know how to respond. He was exhausted, still basking in the afterglow of the orgy, but the sight of Morrika—his chief, his leader, now looking at him with such raw desire—made his body react in ways he hadn’t expected.

“Why are you here?” he asked, his voice shaky, the tension in the room thickening.

Morrika smiled, a slight, playful curve of her lips. “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

She moved forward, her hands resting on his thighs as she gazed up at him. “I watched you tonight. I saw what you did for the tribe, how you made them feel alive again.” Her fingers slid up his legs, gently brushing against his erection, teasing him.

Arthur’s breath caught in his throat, his body reacting to her touch even though he had already spent himself countless times. The desire was there again, strong, pulsing.

Morrika leaned in closer, her lips hovering just over his cock. “I am here to repay the favor you have done to us, Arthur,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. “Because I don’t think my loyalty would be enough to repay what you have done for us. So, I am going to offer my body as a payment”

“What do you say?”