Midori’s hands braced on his chest as she whispered filthy little praises against his ear.
"You always fill me so perfectly, Ben-sama... like you were made to breed me..." Her pussy squeezed and contracted visibly around him, drawing a ragged groan from his throat before she shuddered through her orgasm and stood up, the white essence dripping down on Ben-sama’s stomach, leaving him glistening... but still awfully hard.
Midori mentioning "breed" made everyone’s eyes went dark, though.
So Sumire went next.
She climbed over him facing him fully with their eyes on each other. Her knees bracketed his hips, as her eyes softened for a moment. Tears were already streaming down her cheeks again, with sadness and joy tangled together
Since the dick was skyward faced, Sumire placed her breathing pussy’s entrance on the tip and she lowered herself onto him.
The moment the dick was all inside her, she let out a broken cry with saliva dribbling from her mouth, then her forehead dropped to rest against his own.
"Ben-sama... You are making me insane..." she whispered in a cracking voice.
She began to move her hips gradually, then her legs began to raise her up and let her slam downward with rippling force.
Her hips snapped with desperate rhythm. That terrible singer’s voice turned into soft, hiccupping cries of his name.
When she squirted, she clinged so tightly around him that he followed almost instantly, cumming deep inside her while she buried her face in his chest.
Silent tears dripped onto his skin. And after a long moment she lifted her head and forced a trembling smile through the wet streaks of tears on her face.
"I’m not giving up on you," she said quietly. "Never."
Kuro pushed forward before anyone else could claim the spot. She mounted him, but in reverse, her back facing to his chest, and her tail curling around his thigh like a tentacle.
"You’re the rascal who made me open up to a stranger," she said flatly, though her voice trembled at the edges. "Y-You have to take responsibility, understand?"
"My life’s been nothing but too much sex lately..." Ben-sama let out a weak, breathless laugh. "Can you girls, please, just let me off with a warning for today?"
Kuro ignored him completely.
She reached her hand back, then grabbed his still-erect penis, guiding it inside her puffing pussy... and the ride began;
It was intense when she started moving, her short black hair fluttering as she squashed her hips unto the cock stirring inside her body... but she was far too mechanical—trying too hard to hold back her moans.
But soon that façade blew up in smokes. Her mouth opened in gasping, and she began to purr those cute moans as her movement went wilder, chasing her own pleasure with single-minded focus.
"C... Cumming, Ben-sama!!"
When she came she gripped his thighs and flung her head back, with her pussy drinking his essence dry.
"Love you, love you, love you, love you~!" she turned and kissed him chaotically, then later lifted off without another word, her ears twitching in glee.
Yukari had already positioned herself, bent forward over a low and smooth boulder nearby, with her ass presented for the penetration.
Her long white hair was spilling like liquid snow down her back, with strands of it clinging to the sweat on her spine and the divine curve of her shoulders in erotic disarray.
"Do me from behind, Ben-sama," she begged with a husky voice. "Please..."
Ben-sama’s expression went serious, "I understand."
And he tried to stand up. However, his legs buckled almost immediately and he collapsed back onto the grass with a soft thud.
We all swarmed instantly, with concerned murmurs, and our hands steadying his shoulders.
"I’m... spent," he rasped. "I can’t—"
Yukari glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming in a sulk.
"Ehhhh~? But your cock is still rock hard, though." She shrugged, then crawled over his limp body, then she took his cock and positioned it below her pussy, right there on the ground. "Whatever you decide, Ben-sama... just remember that there’s love waiting for you here in Shishi-no-su. Always."
Then she sank down with a long sigh, moving up and down on him steadily, with her breasts bouncing alongside her movements.
She continued pounding her pussy on his cock, until they both shattered again, and Ben-sama poured his essence inside her.
As she cried out his name, her white hair whipped across her back, her entire body trembling.
Ayaka mounted him next.
She guided him inside her pussy little by little, then simply sat there on it for a long moment, motionless and letting him feel every inch of her heat wrapped around him.
In the moonlight her naked body was breathtaking; being slender but softly curved in all the right places. Her breasts were not too large, but perfectly proportioned, and her pale skin was flushed a deep rose from her cheeks to her chest.
Her medium-length golden hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, catching silver light like revolved sunlight. Her golden eyes locked on his, wide and vulnerable despite the arrogant tilt of her chin.
"I’ve... I’ve n-never fallen in love before," she started shyly, with her voice barely above a whisper.
Then, quieter, she continued: "But falling for you... for Ben-sama... was probably the best thing for me."
Now, she began to move... rolling her hips as if stirring her pussy thoroughly with the meat rod.
Then she left the soft approaches, her hips slamming down as she called his name over and over. "Hngh! Ben-sama—Ben-sama—I love you—I love you—Ahnnn!"
She soon orgasmed brutally, her pussy spurting out fluids in streams. And in her orgasm, she dragged Ben-sama’s release out of him one more time until she slumped forward, trembling.
Ayane shoved in immediately after.
"Finally! My turn," She pinched his cheeks between her fingers, scowling down at him. "you, stop looking so pathetic."
"Eep! If you pinch me when I’m this weak I’ll die, Ayane..." Ben-sama winced comically.
She rolled her eyes and positioned herself above the cock, then dropped down with a "H-Hmph!"
Her short red hair was framing her face in messy spikes, as her red eyes glittered with unshed tears and fire.
Saliva shimmered on her lower lip where she’d been biting it. His body beneath her was lean and almost delicate in places, gender-neutral in its graceful lines but unmistakably male where it mattered.
"I was waiting for you then... and you came for me too..." she said in a sharp voice, as if they were arguing. "I’ll always wait for you; do you understand? I’ll never stop loving you even if you abandon me, you dummy!"
She started to move—