Harem Multiverse Challenge

Ch 4. Dead Puppies

Changing positions to get full control over my thrusts proved to be a bust. 

My fucking brain was like, ‘Hey, if you stay on top and press her down with your bulky frame, you’d get to do whatever you want, slow down when you’re close, and keep at it until one hour passes.’

But this woman always finds a way to get me off my game. This is not going to work out for me.

Puppies! Dead puppies!

She squirms beneath me, her hips moving in time with my strokes, making me want to jab inside her faster and harder.

Dead puppies on the road! Fluffy roadkill!

She squeezes me tighter and harder on the inside. The hot and wet feeling of her juices mixed with the softness of her inner muscles clenching around me is driving me nuts.

Fuck it! Puppies don’t work! Rats! Dead rats! In sticky traps! 

Driven a bit away from the edge, I sigh and slow down the pace. My sanity is starting to slip away, so I need to calm down and think. 

System, how much longer?

[43 minutes and 22 seconds remaining]

Is there any way to get a deduction? 

[Searching for available deduction options…]

[No options found. Just keep it in] 

You’re completely useless.

[The system will be unavailable for the next 45 minutes. Logging off…]

Fuck you! You’re a sadist going to jerk off at my misfortune. That’s why you logged off!

“Are you tired?” the widow asks, her hand brushing my cheek. 

I want to shake my head and say no, but I want to see what she is up to. 

Her hand settles on my chest and pushes me down on my back next to her. She moans softly when I pull out, but her lips stretch in a smile. 

“Regain your strength while I help you out,” she says, her hand slowly cupping my dick. 

I close my eyes and return to the gory images in my mind. I can endure a handjob, no problem. Especially as the widow takes things slow, her fingers going up and down my length at a languid pace. 

“Ah…” 

My body shudders when her tongue teases the tip. 

She’s not going to stop at a handjob. 

Her tongue rolls over the tip and starts to swirl around the head. Her hand plays with my balls as her head moves closer to my groin, encasing my entire dick into her mouth. 

Oh, she’s extremely good at what she’s doing. 

I open my eyes as nothing seems to work anymore. It's hard to stare blankly at the ceiling and not look down at her pretty lips taking me on. If I were to do that and get a glimpse of that view, I would cum for sure.

I won’t last much longer anyhow if she keeps up the pace, moaning loudly in pleasure against my manhood. 

Something else! I need something else than dead puppies and slaughtered animals. What else? What else?

German! I need some German! 

I blink open my eyes and stare at the crooked ceiling above the bed, where the light from the fire flickers in the dimness. A while back, there was a documentary where I heard some Nazi speeches in German. The way they pronounced the words and the entire atmosphere were a complete turn-off. 

The widow picks up the pace, and the slurping and sucking sounds erase any memory of that documentary. I’m doomed. 

Suddenly, I remember one thing I still know from the eight years of German study in middle school and high school.

I slowly raise and stop the widow from what she’s doing, giving her my tongue for her to play with instead of my dick as I place her again on her back. 

If I don’t continue this ordeal, that fucking system will surely consider the side task failed and give me penalties. With this thought in mind, I stick it back inside the widow, the mere penetration almost causing me to cum.

Eins. I thrust. Zwei. Again. Drei. I can keep a slow, steady pace and keep the pleasure away counting in German. Vier. Yes, it works. Funf.

After reaching one hundred, my German became gibberish since I can’t recall how the counting algorithm works after the third digits mark. 

Right when my sanity is about to give out and let me drift away into random made-up words, a countdown appears at the edge of my vision. 

[Side task complete in 5, 4…]

My fingers get a good grip onto the widow’s hips.

[3…]

I pull her closer so I can thrust deeper.

[2…]

I stop completely, gritting my teeth.

[1…]

My breath stops in anticipation.

[Side task completed]

[The rewards are…]

Fuck the rewards! The widow yelps in surprise as I dig my fingers into her soft and supple skin, making sure she remains in place as I savagely pound into her. 

She lets out delightful surprised moans of pleasure as I shove it over and over again at an insane pace. Maybe my sanity has already gone because now, for me, only the mind-blowing warmth of her pussy is all that exists. I want to get in deeper and deeper…

She squirms and shivers beneath me and around me, both outside and inside, as I pump into her everything I’ve been holding in for an hour. 

***

I guess I fell asleep as soon as I finished, exhausted from all the crazy things that happened. The sun shines through the window of the room as I lay on the messy bed with my arms spread out. 

What a night! I can't believe I got away with it. Hmm… Maybe I should try it more often. The orgasm at the end was crazy, more intense than anything I've ever experienced. 

The floor creaks, and I roll over, squinting my eyes and finding the widow all dressed up in a cute-looking maid outfit. Heh! Maybe she’ll wear it for me next time we meet. 

“Sorry for waking you up,” she says. “I have to go now. I’m late.”

“Where do you work?”

“At the palace. I’m a maid there.” She opens the door. “Sorry, I can’t stay longer.”

Ha! Barely a day has passed, and I already have a new woman and a connection to the palace. Ah, speaking of connections! 

Wrenn Dorn received a letter a few weeks ago from one of the nobles asking if he wants support for his claims. The fool never answered the letter or gave any indication of whether he wanted it or not. 

I have to read that letter again! I can't remember what it said since Wrenn didn’t pay much attention to it. But it might be something important, maybe even something to help me achieve the main task. 

Jumping off the bed, I dress quickly.

[Good morning, daddy! Congrats on successfully completing the side task. There are three rewards you can choose from]

Can that wait for a bit?

[Yes. You must choose a reward before the next rewards come out, or these ones will all be erased]

Great! I’ll ask you later about the rewards. Now I have a letter to find and read.