An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Arthur's lips crushed into hers without warning. It was nothing like their previous kiss.

This was hungry. Messy. Deep.

Saria's eyes widened at first, her hands pressing against his chest to push him away, but the moment his tongue forced its way into her mouth, her strength began to falter.

Her body was heating up again—unnaturally fast. Why can't I muster my strength?

Damn it… she thought. Is it him? His scent?

Her heart pounded. Her thighs squeezed shut instinctively, and she let out a muffled whimper into his mouth as he took full control of the kiss. He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush against him, his erection grinding against her lower belly through the fabric.

She trembled.

Her hands, which had been pushing, now gripped at his shirt instead.

Arthur pulled back slightly, just enough for a whisper.

"Still trying to pretend you're unaffected?"

Saria didn't answer—she couldn't. Her lips were swollen, wet, trembling.

Then his mouth moved to her neck.

She flinched the moment his teeth sank in.

"A-Ahh—!"

Her back arched as his tongue traced over the bite, leaving heat and tingles behind. Her knees buckled slightly, and she grabbed his arm for support.

"Stop… you're—nnnh—doing something to me…"

Arthur didn't respond. He knew exactly what was happening.

His [Sensual Pheromones] skill was doing its job. Her resistance was breaking, not all at once, but steadily. Her breathing had become shallow, and her inner thighs were slick with arousal she couldn't explain.

"You're burning up," he murmured against her skin, hand sliding up her side, under the thin strap of her lingerie. "Want me to stop?"

She clenched her jaw. Her body screamed no, but her pride refused to say yes.

"I—I don't…"

His lips returned to hers, this time slower, teasing. And her body betrayed her again—her mouth opened for him.

He pulled her to the bed, laying her down gently, crawling on top.

Her eyes were hazy now, red cheeks flushed, lips wet, body twitching with every breath.

Arthur kissed down her chest, tugging the red lingerie aside until her breasts spilled free. Her nipples were stiff, dark pink and untouched. She flinched again when his lips closed around one.

"Ahh—! D-don't…!"

He sucked lightly, tongue flicking the tip, while his hand caressed the other.

Her back lifted from the sheets as she gasped again.

It was too much—too hot.

She had never been touched like this. Not even once.

Heck she hasn't been touched by opposite gender at all.

Arthur's other hand slid down her waist, then between her thighs. The red lace at her crotch was soaked, sticking to her folds.

Her eyes widened in shock. "I—I'm not… I shouldn't be this wet…"

"You are."

He kissed her again, silencing her thoughts.

Then he moved down—slowly, kissing every inch of her stomach, down past her navel, until he was between her thighs.

Saria tried to close her legs, but Arthur was faster. He pulled the panties down her thighs, tossing them to the floor.

Her pussy was completely bare—smooth, tight, her folds glistening with arousal.

She covered her face in embarrassment. "Don't look…!"

Arthur ignored the plea.

Instead, he grabbed her thighs and licked her slit.

"Ahh—!"

She screamed, legs twitching, hands flying to his hair.

His tongue moved slowly at first—tasting her, exploring. Every flick made her jolt, hips trying to pull away—but her hands clung to his head.

When he sucked her clit, her thighs clamped tight around his head. Her breath hitched.

She couldn't fight it anymore.

It felt too good.

Arthur kept going—building her up slowly, fingers sliding into her while his tongue worked her sensitive bud.

Saria's hands fisted the sheets. "W-wait! I—I'm gonna—!"

She came hard.

Her hips bucked wildly against his face, thighs shaking, mouth open in a silent scream.

Arthur didn't stop until she was twitching, overstimulated, chest heaving, eyes watery.

When he crawled back up, his face was slick with her juices.

"You just came from getting eaten out, Professor," he whispered, smirking.

"I-I've never… n-no one's ever done that to me before," she admitted in a shaky whisper, flushed and disoriented.

Arthur kissed her again—wet, raw, hungry.

Then he sat back, pulling down his pants, freeing his cock.

Her eyes widened. "Wait—that's… too big…"

He grabbed her hand and guided it to it.

"Get used to it. Wrap your fingers around it."

She obeyed hesitantly, her hand barely able to close around the thick shaft. Her fingers trembled as she stroked him slowly, learning the shape.

Arthur guided her, showing her the rhythm.

Then he leaned forward, pushing her head gently down.

"Use your mouth."

Saria looked up at him, hesitant.

Then she licked the tip.

He twitched in her hand.

Emboldened, she took him into her mouth. Awkward at first—her teeth grazed him, her tongue unsure—but Arthur guided her through it, gripping her hair and moving her head.

She gagged the first few times, eyes tearing up, drool running down her chin.

But she kept going.

Soon, her mouth was working him properly—wet, sloppy, her head bobbing as she moaned softly around him.

Arthur groaned. "That's it… just like that…"

He pulled out before he came, wiping her mouth clean with his thumb.

Then he spread her legs wide again.

"You ready?"

Saria hesitated. "I… I don't know…"

Arthur leaned down, whispering in her ear. "I'll go slow. Tell me if it hurts."

He lined up his cock to her entrance and began pushing in—slowly.

She gasped, body tensing.

"F-fuck—too big—!"

"You can take it. Breathe."

He inched deeper, stretching her pussy for the first time.

Her nails dug into his back, her eyes wet from the intense stretch.

When he was finally fully inside, they were both panting.

Arthur didn't move right away—he kissed her gently, letting her adjust.

After a minute, he began to move.

Slow thrusts—deep, steady, grinding against her walls.

Saria moaned loudly.

Her body was tight, but each thrust made her more wet, more eager.

Her hips began to meet his movements, lifting up.

Then she wrapped her legs around him, locking him in.

"F-faster…"

"You sure?"

She nodded desperately.

Arthur started thrusting harder, faster.

Her moans turned shameless, loud, echoing through the room.

Her tits bounced beneath him, her face flushed and drenched in sweat.

Then she flipped him over—straddling him, pussy still clenching his cock.

She began riding him—clumsily at first, then faster.

Her hands on his chest, her head thrown back as she lost herself to the feeling.

"Fuck—fuck—Arthur! It's too good!"

"Keep going," he growled. "Ride me."

She did.

Her hips bounced harder, her pussy milking him.

Arthur gripped her ass, slamming her down harder with each bounce.

Then he groaned, voice rough.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Inside—inside—!"

He came hard, deep inside her, holding her down as thick spurts filled her up.

She moaned as she felt the heat spread inside her womb.

Her body trembled, collapsing against his chest.

They lay there—panting, bodies stuck together in sweat and cum.

Arthur kissed her forehead.

Saria whispered, breathlessly, "I… I hate how good that felt…"

He smirked.

"I can make you hate it even more next time."

~~~

Saria lay on the desk, her crimson hair spread out like a silk fan, flushed cheeks rising and falling with each breath. She bit her lower lip, trying to steady her legs as she sat up. Her robe was hastily pulled up around her shoulders, barely hiding the love bites dotting her pale skin.

Arthur calmly adjusted his collar and rolled his shoulders, unaffected. His expression held a casual smugness, as if everything that happened was just… expected.

Saria gave him a sideways glance, then chuckled, low and breathless.

"After this... I don't think I'll be able to go back to just my fingers."

Her tone was teasing, but her voice betrayed a trace of embarrassment.

Arthur smirked, brushing a thumb across her still-red lips.

"Then come to me. I never refuse a woman in need."

She narrowed her eyes at him, expression shifting.

"I was implying you should come with me—to the Fire Tower. You'd have me... and the full resources of the tower at your disposal."

Arthur chuckled, walking toward the door while adjusting his coat.

"Tempting offer, but there's too much unfinished business here to just walk away. For now, at least."

Saria sighed dramatically, hopping off the desk and smoothing her robe.

"Well, if you ever change your mind... there's always a place for you in the Fire Tower."

She leaned in, pressing a slow, tender kiss to his lips—not lewd, but intimate.

"I'll remember that," Arthur murmured, pulling away with a wink.

~~~

The sky had turned a hazy violet. Arthur made his way back to the dorm building with a lazy stride, clearly satisfied. Just as he was about to head to his room, a familiar figure leaned on the hallway wall.

Camilla.

The busty warden had her arms crossed, ample cleavage barely contained in her uniform as she gave him a knowing smirk.

"You're returning quite late, young master. Did your 'personal study session' run long?"

Arthur paused, eyeing her curves up and down with no shame.

"Let's just say I helped someone with a bit of... pent-up fire."

Camilla arched a brow, unimpressed but intrigued.

"Tsk, who did played with this time? A professor?"

"You're not too far off," Arthur replied with a lazy grin. Then, as he passed her, he suddenly grabbed a handful of her thick ass through the tight uniform and gave it a solid slap.

SMACK!

"Ahn—!" Camilla let out a loud, unrestrained squeal, legs trembling as she stumbled forward a bit. Her eyes widened, red blooming across her cheeks.

The sharp sound echoed in the quiet hallway. A pair of students walking by jerked their heads toward the source. What they saw made them freeze—Camilla, red-faced, biting her lip as she rubbed her stinging backside with one hand.

Arthur didn't even look at the onlookers. Instead, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"Still got that sensitive spot, huh?"

Camilla hissed under her breath, her thighs pressing together involuntarily.

"You're going to get me in trouble, you bastard..."

But now one was there to hear her curses.

Arthur had already walked off.