An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

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?"

Before he could respond, she licked a slow, deliberate stripe up his shaft, tasting the last remnants of the night's orgy. Arthur's body jerked in response, a growl escaping his throat. Morrika wasn't playing around—she was on a mission to take him deeper, push him further into the dark, sexual chaos.

Her tongue flicked over his sensitive tip before she swallowed him whole, taking him deep into her throat. The sensation of her lips and throat constricting around his cock was enough to make him groan, his hands instinctively grabbing her hair, guiding her movements.

Morrika didn't falter. She sucked and licked with fervor, making Arthur's hips buck as he fought to keep control. But it was clear she was in charge now. She was the one leading this dance, pushing him to the edge.

When she pulled back, gasping for air, she gave him a wicked grin. "You don't get to cum yet," she purred. "Not until I say so."

Arthur tried to steady himself, the sight of her—all dominant and powerful, yet still so fucking sexy—was enough to push him over the edge. But he resisted. She wasn't done.

She slowly stood, her eyes not leaving his as she removed the rest of her clothing. The leather corset came off first, then the stockings, leaving her standing naked before him—her body a perfect blend of strength and sensuality.

Morrika crawled onto the bed, straddling him. She moved her hips forward, teasing the tip of his cock with her pussy, but not letting him inside just yet.

"You've had your fun with the tribe, Arthur," she whispered, pressing down against him, her wetness sliding over his cock. "Now it's my turn."

With a growl, she sank down onto him, her walls stretching to accommodate him. Arthur gripped her waist as she rode him slowly at first, savoring every inch of him. Morrika's eyes locked onto his, her movements controlled but filled with power.

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, her hands grasping the bedposts for leverage as she increased her pace. "You were the hero tonight. Now you're mine."

The room filled with the sounds of their bodies meeting, the wet slaps of skin, the grunts, the moans. Arthur's hands roamed over her body, gripping her hips as he fucked her back, his cock slipping in and out of her with a force that had both of them gasping.

Morrika's moans were deep, almost animalistic, and she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "You want me, don't you?" she whispered.

"Yes," Arthur growled, his hands pulling her closer, thrusting deeper. "I fucking need you."

And just like that, the chaos began again.

Morrika's muscular thighs gripped Arthur like a vice, her toned body moving with a power and rhythm that made it hard to believe she'd been holding back all night. Her abs flexed with every grind of her hips, her massive tits bouncing with each hard slap of skin against skin.

Arthur, still sensitive and half-drained from the chaos of the earlier orgy, clenched his jaw. His body screamed for rest, his muscles weak, but the sensation of her wet heat riding him relentlessly was too much to ignore. His cock throbbed inside her, but he could already feel his stamina slipping.

"System," he thought desperately, "give me a high-grade stamina pill. Now."

[DING! High-Grade Stamina Pill purchased. Effect: Immediate energy recovery and libido enhancement. Duration: 1 hour.]

He reached toward the side of the bed, the golden pill materializing into his hand in a flash of light. Morrika noticed it but didn't slow down—if anything, the smirk on her lips deepened.

"What was that?" She asked.

"Something that will make you beg to stop" He said smirking.

Morrika understood, "You're going to need that," she growled, her claws digging into his chest. "Because I'm not done with you until I say so."

Arthur popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed.

The effect was instant.

A wave of heat surged through his veins, adrenaline and arousal mixing like fire and gasoline. His cock hardened further inside her, veins bulging, his hands gripping Morrika's hips with renewed strength.

"Fuck yes," he hissed, his hips thrusting upward, meeting her grinding motion with force.

Morrika's eyes widened for a brief second before her lips curled into a feral grin. "That's more like it."

She leaned back slightly, bracing her arms on his thighs, her abs flexing beautifully as she began bouncing harder. The slap of her thick, muscular ass against his groin echoed through the room, lewd and rhythmic. Her tits jiggled wildly, sweat rolling down her body, mixing with his.

Arthur sat up, wrapping his arms around her broad back, kissing along her collarbone as he thrust into her from below. Morrika moaned, loud and unrestrained, her claws raking down his back, leaving thin red lines in her wake.

"You feel so fucking tight," Arthur groaned into her ear.

"And you feel bigger than any male I've ever taken," she snarled, grinding deeper onto him, her breath hot and ragged.

She grabbed his face, forced him to look up at her. "You like this, don't you? Being fucked by your Chief?"

Arthur nodded, his fingers sinking into her meaty ass as he slammed upward into her.

"Then take it, hero," she growled, "take every fucking inch of this Chief."

She flipped him in one smooth motion—her powerful thighs clenching around his waist—and slammed him into the furs, straddling him like a predator mounting her prey.

Arthur's breath caught in his throat at the sheer display of strength.

Morrika placed both hands on his chest, pinning him down, and began riding him mercilessly. Her massive tits swung freely, her body glistening with sweat, eyes glowing with a wild gleam.

Every bounce, every grind sent ripples through her muscular frame. Arthur could only groan as his cock was buried repeatedly into her hungry cunt, the stamina pill keeping him rock hard and barely holding on.

The wet slaps grew faster. The creaking of the bed louder. Their bodies collided in a brutal, passionate rhythm—pure animalistic fucking.

"Cum for me, Arthur," she commanded, slamming down harder, deeper. "Fill me. Now."

Arthur couldn't hold back any longer.

With a growl, his hands shot up to grip her hips tight as he thrust upward, his cock pulsing as he exploded inside her. Morrika moaned deeply as she leaned back, hips grinding slowly, milking every drop of his cum.

Her head tilted back in ecstasy, hair cascading over her shoulders as she growled low in satisfaction. Arthur collapsed beneath her, panting, still twitching inside her.

She leaned forward, towering over him, her muscles flexing, sweat dripping from her chin onto his chest.

"You'll never forget tonight, Arthur," she whispered, her voice like a promise. "You've been claimed by the Chief of the North."

And with that, she kissed him—fierce, hungry, and dominant—as the early morning sun began to rise.

By the time Arthur stirred, the sun was already high in the sky, filtering lazily through the woven curtains. His body ached deliciously—his back sore, hips stiff, and thighs still twitching from everything he'd endured the night before. His cock, sensitive and slick, lay nestled between his legs, still marked by the aftermath of a night that should've broken him.

Beside him, the blankets were warm, but empty.

He blinked, lifting his head to look around. Morrika was gone.

Only her scent remained—wild, earthy, thick with heat. The pillows still held the shape of her head. A few strands of her silver hair clung to the sheets. And on his chest, a faint mark—her claw scratches, dragged just enough to sting, but not bleed. A mark of dominance. Of ownership.

Arthur smiled, exhaling slowly. "She really did sneak away…"

He sat up with effort, stretching his arms. It wasn't just his room that was quiet.

The entire tribe was still dead silent.

Curious, he wrapped a fur around his waist and peeked out the window. What greeted him was a whole village passed out like fallen soldiers after battle—some under trees, others on rooftops, sprawled around barrels of alcohol and half-eaten meat. The aftermath of celebration, of indulgence, of victory.

The scent of sweat, sex, and liquor still hung thick in the air.

Even the guards were slouched by the gates, snoring with weapons leaning lazily against their shoulders.

Arthur chuckled.

"Looks like everyone partied too hard…"

He walked over to his table and poured himself a glass of water, the chill sobering him just slightly. As he drank, he noticed something folded neatly beside the bed—a single dark-blue ribbon. Morrika's.

She'd tied it around her arm when she arrived last night.

He picked it up, rubbing it between his fingers, then looked to the doorway.

Morrika hadn't stayed. She couldn't.

She was the Chief. The leader. The symbol of power, pride, and discipline. To be found in bed with him—after a night like that—would cause whispers. Judgement.

And yet, she'd come to him anyway.

He smirked.

"You are one real whore, aren't you Chief?"

He tied the ribbon around his own wrist, letting it dangle slightly—hidden enough not to draw attention, but close enough to feel its presence.

He looked out the window again and sighed.

"Guess I better get dressed… before someone wakes up and drags me to another feast."