Rise of the F-Rank Hero-Chapter 165: You started the party without me

"A-Amy..." Oliver started, his voice cracking slightly.

Amy didn’t speak. She didn’t scream.

Her gaze drifted down to Oliver’s still-embedded cock. Then to Ariana’s flushed, ruined face. Then to Isolde’s hand on Ariana’s ass.

Her breathing hitched. Her face turned a shade of red that rivaled a tomato.

But she didn’t leave.

Instead, her knees buckled slightly, and a soft, heated whimper escaped her lips. Her hand drifted to her own chest, clutching the fabric of her saintess robes as if her heart was beating too fast.

Isolde saw the reaction. A slow, predatory smile spread across the vampire’s face.

"Well, well," Isolde purred, not letting go of Ariana. "The Saintess has come to give a blessing?"

She extended a hand toward Amy, wiggling her fingers.

"Don’t just stand there, Holy One. There’s plenty of room."

The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the wet, squelching sounds of Ariana’s twitching pussy trying to milk the last drops of Oliver’s cum from her system.

Amy didn’t gasp again. She didn’t cover her eyes. She didn’t run.

Instead, the shock on her face melted away, replaced by a dark, hungry look that matched the one in Oliver’s eyes. She stepped forward, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind her. She didn’t just lock it; she pressed her palm against the wood and flared her mana.

[Holy Seal: Absolute Privacy]

Gold light flashed over the frame, sealing the room tighter than a vault.

"You started the party without me," Amy said, her voice steady and low. She walked toward the sofa, her eyes locked on Oliver’s softening dick as it slipped out of Ariana’s wet, gaping hole. "That’s not very nice, Oliver."

"I couldn’t wait," Oliver grinned, leaning back and spreading his legs, displaying his cum-covered cock. "The Scribe here was eager to learn."

Amy stopped in front of them. She reached for the clasp of her saintess robe. With one fluid motion, she undid it and let the heavy white fabric pool at her feet. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath either.

Her body was perfect—pale, soft curves, perky tits with light pink nipples that were already hard, and a pussy that was completely bare, shaved smooth as a marble statue.

She looked at Ariana, who was slumped against Oliver’s chest, panting, her glasses askew and her legs still spread wide in those glowing white panties.

"And you," Amy said, stepping between Ariana’s spread legs. She grabbed Ariana’s chin, forcing the dazed girl to look at her. "Wearing the Archmage’s artifact? You really are a lucky slut."

"S-Saintess Amy..." Ariana whimpered, her eyes rolling back. "I... I didn’t..."

"Shh." Amy smiled, but it wasn’t a holy smile. "You look like a mess. Let me clean you up."

Amy dropped to her knees. She didn’t go for Oliver. She went straight for Ariana’s crotch.

Her eyes widened as she inspected the view through the crotchless lace.

"Wow," Amy whispered, running a finger through the thick, dark bush that spilled out of the panties. "I haven’t seen a pussy this hairy in years. It’s like a jungle down here."

"I told you," Isolde purred from behind the sofa, leaning over to trace a fingernail down Ariana’s spine. "It holds the scent. It’s primal. Go on, Saintess. Taste it."

Amy didn’t hesitate. She buried her face in Ariana’s hairy mound.

"AAAAH!" Ariana screamed, her hips bucking off Oliver’s lap.

Amy’s tongue was relentless. She parted the thick hair with her fingers, finding the swollen, exposed clit and latching onto it. She slurped loudly, lapping up the mixture of Ariana’s juices and the stray bits of Oliver’s cum that were leaking out.

"Oh god! Oh god!" Ariana wailed, grabbing handfuls of Oliver’s shirt. "Her tongue! It’s... it’s everywhere!"

"The hair adds texture," Amy mumbled against the wet flesh, the vibration of her voice sending shockwaves through Ariana’s sensitive pussy. She licked broad stripes up the slit, her tongue rough against the coarse hair, teasing the lips before diving back in to fuck the hole with her tongue.

Oliver watched, his dick twitching and hardening again instantly at the sight.

Amy—the symbol of purity—was face-deep in his scribe’s hairy snatch, eating her out like a starving animal, while Isolde played with Ariana’s tits from behind.

"That’s it," Oliver growled, reaching down to grab Amy’s hair. "Eat her. Clean her out."

Amy moaned in agreement, sucking harder. The artifact on Ariana’s hips glowed brighter, amplifying the sensation until Ariana was shaking, drool running down her chin.

"I can’t... I can’t take it!" Ariana sobbed. "I’m gonna cum again! It’s too much!"

"Then cum," Isolde whispered, pinching both of Ariana’s nipples hard.

"YESSS!"

Ariana convulsed, her thighs clamping around Amy’s head as she squirted, soaking Amy’s face. Amy didn’t pull back; she drank it all, licking the hair clean, savoring the musk and the taste of the other woman.

When Ariana finally went limp, Amy pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up at Oliver, her eyes glazed with lust, her chin wet with juice.

"She tastes good," Amy said, crawling up Oliver’s body like a cat. "But I want the main course."

She straddled Oliver’s left leg, pressing her smooth, shaved pussy against his thigh, grinding wetly. She kissed him deeply, pushing her tongue into his mouth so he could taste Ariana on her breath.

"Isolde," Oliver broke the kiss, looking at the vampire. "Get over here. Ariana needs a break, but I don’t."

Isolde vaulted over the back of the sofa, landing gracefully on the cushions next to him. She was naked now too, having discarded her robe. Her body was pale perfection, cool to the touch but burning with hunger.

"So demanding," Isolde smirked. She grabbed the dazed Ariana by the waist and pulled her off Oliver’s lap, dumping her onto the soft rug below. "You stay there, pet. Watch how the professionals do it."

Ariana lay on the floor, panting, her hairy pussy throbbing in the magical panties, watching wide-eyed as the three powerhouses prepared to fuck.

"My turn," Amy said, positioning herself over Oliver’s hips.

She reached down and grabbed his cock. It was fully hard again, veins throbbing, leaking precum.

"God, I missed this," Amy whispered.

She didn’t tease. She sank down.

SHLUCK.

"Oh... fuck..." Oliver groaned, throwing his head back as Amy’s tight, smooth pussy swallowed him whole. It was a different sensation from Ariana—hotter, tighter, and infinitely more experienced.

Amy gasped, her head falling back as she took the full length. "So deep... Oliver... you feel huge today."

"Stats up," Oliver grunted, grabbing Amy’s hips and helping her bounce.

Amy rode him with a practiced rhythm, grinding her clit against his pubic bone with every downward thrust. Her tits bounced mesmerically, the pink nipples swaying.

Isolde didn’t just watch. She knelt on the sofa beside them.

"Don’t leave me out," Isolde purred.

She leaned in and captured Amy’s mouth in a bruising kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance while Amy bounced on Oliver’s dick. Isolde’s hand slid between Amy’s legs, finding the spot where Oliver’s cock was disappearing into her. She started rubbing Amy’s clit while Oliver thrust from below.

"Mmph! Mmmph!" Amy moaned into the kiss, her pace quickening.

Oliver looked down. He had the Saintess riding his cock and the Vampire Princess fingering her while kissing her.

"Ariana!" Oliver barked at the girl on the floor. "Get over here."

Ariana scrambled to her knees, crawling over to the side of the sofa.

"Yes... Yes, Master?"

"My balls," Oliver commanded. "They’re heavy. Lick them."

Ariana hesitated for only a second before ducking her head under Amy’s bouncing ass. She grabbed Oliver’s balls, which were slapping against Amy’s wandering pussy juice, and took them into her mouth.

"Fuck yes," Oliver hissed.

The sensation was overload. Amy’s tight velvet walls milking his shaft, Isolde’s tongue on Amy’s neck, and Ariana’s warm mouth sucking on his balls from below.

"Harder, Amy," Oliver growled, slapping her ass. Smack! "Ride it like you own it."

"I do own it!" Amy cried out, breaking the kiss with Isolde to look down at him. Her eyes were wild. "This dick is mine! I’m the only one who can take it all!"

She slammed her hips down, the sound of wet flesh clapping echoing through the room. Clap. Clap. Clap.

"Is that a challenge?" Isolde laughed, circling behind Oliver. She wrapped her arms around his neck, biting his ear. "Because once she’s done, I’m going to drain you dry, Master. I haven’t fed in days."

"You’ll get your turn," Oliver promised, thrusting his hips up to meet Amy’s slam. "We have all night."

Amy squealed as he hit her cervix. "Oliver! I’m getting close! Don’t stop! Fuck me harder!"

Oliver grabbed Amy’s waist, bruising her skin, and hammered into her. Ariana was sucking his balls frantically now, caught up in the rhythm.

"Cum for me, Saintess," Oliver roared.

Amy screamed, her inner muscles clamping down on his cock in a series of violent spasms. She collapsed forward onto his chest, shivering, her pussy twitching around him.

Oliver held her there, letting her ride out the orgasm, but he didn’t cum yet. He stayed hard, throbbing inside her.

He looked at Isolde, who was watching with hungry crimson eyes, licking her lips.

"You’re up, vampire," Oliver grinned. "Let’s see if you can handle what’s left."