And So, Bell Became a Hero

by IreJasmine

Bell's Grandfather had a more impactful role in the boy's early life until his disappearance. Bell, with his newfound morals and dreams, and the help of an unexpected Goddess, starts his own journey to become a Hero like the one in the stories of his gramps. Tags: Graphic, Mature, Action, Romance[Harem]. Adventure.

24. Vol 1 Part 1: Rose Side Story

And So, Bell Became a Hero

DISCLAIMER: Danmachi belongs to its respective owners. Everything that occurs in this story is of my own creation and the characters abide by the fictional laws in the setting.
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Rose Side-Story

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Part 9 – Rose Side

She was back in there again, a pounding headache that threatened to split her head apart with ropes around her arms, her thighs, her legs, and a bundle of foul cloth shoved into her mouth preventing her from screaming out for help.

The gruff laughter of her captors as they palmed her body through the sack she was abducted with, hot fiery fury burning in her stomach and throat as she wished them every conceivable evil to befall on them, burning tears grazed down her frigid cheeks as her back hit the rocky wall of the dungeon hard enough to push the air out of her lungs.

The laughter continued, and she could hear their footsteps getting closer, and closer.

A freezing fear seized her heart, leaving her painfully aware of her vulnerability as the sack was taken from her head and light shone down on her.

"HA!" Rose jolted awake from the bed, clutching her naked bosom as she sat up and gathered several lungfuls of air as she tried to calm her nerves and trembling of her hands.

"It was a dream… Right, it was a dream." Rose whispered to herself in the morning silence, her own breath creating puffs from how cold the morning was. The trembling stopped, and she could finally look past her once trembling fingers to the sight of her own naked breasts, and thighs.

Confusion took hold of her faculties for a second until she felt a certain warmth emanating right next to her, a warmth that when she looked at, blinked as she realized that no, that had not been solely just a dream and that she had been just a few moments away from being raped in the dungeon, and possibly killed either by those two adventurers or the Minotaur that the Loki Familia had been chasing.

If it hadn't been for the white-haired pup – No, he was no pup. If it wasn't for her white-haired hero saving her in her time of need, just like he'd always dreamed of, she wouldn't be here. Said Hero laid on his back, head peacefully lolled to the side as he took deep, even, breaths that made his chest rise and fall, hypnotizing her for a moment.

She felt her inner werewolf approve of the sight, approve of the man that had saved her, and desired to return to his embrace and Rose herself couldn't deny feeling the same. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him, but it was easy doing it when her actions could bring her closer to him instead. Rose, not denying what she felt, laid back down on his chest, hearing the slowed beating of her hero's heart with clear clarity.

One finger started to slowly trace his collarbone and she felt him shudder beneath her, and release a blissful, content, warm sigh that made her animal ears twitch. She looked up to his face and was surprised to see there was a pout on his features which left her wondering what he was dreaming of.

She didn't have to wait long to find out for an answer, as she moved to trace his arms with her nails, the young hero sighed out her name, and she was quite certain it was her name, as he immediately moved to surround her stacked body with his arms, innocent looking yet strong and firm when she felt them around her again, and he nuzzled his face into her red mane, blissfully whispering out her name again, right into her sensitive animal ears.

Rose's heart fluttered at his unconscious actions as it meant he'd been dreaming of her, she cared not if it was a byproduct of the previous night teasing or something else. Just knowing, that even unconscious, he sought her, was enough to improve her mood and certify that she was not wrong to entrust her instinctual emotions to the unassuming boy.

The sound of something repeatedly impacting the covers and the feeling of something touching her tail made her realize that she'd started wagging her tail, something that hadn't occurred for an incredibly long time. So long that she had all but forgotten the thing could move at all!

Rose couldn't hold herself back, she wiggled in his embrace until she finally had the upper hand, trapping his face in her naked bosom, just like he'd accidentally done the first time they met, and she felt him immediately love her actions as a certain part of him poked her thighs, slid up the inner side until it got stuck in her scantily clothed crotch, his tip poking her wagging tail and his length warming the seal of core as he nuzzled himself deeper into her embrace.

Sometime during the night, either she or him had wriggled until his pants weren't able to keep his problem in there, and she was fine with it.

The werewolf giggled, "If only you were awake…"

One day earlier, she almost lost her purity to scum, the fear she had felt at the time had scarred her heart to the point she had a nightmare, but she still meant those words for him. If he'd awakened, she would have offered herself to him, offered to claim what he had managed to protect, and maybe, just maybe, the scar inflicted by those cretins would disappear under his loving embrace.

She was certain that if it was him, Bell Cranel, her hero, the man who'd spoiled her despite the embarrassment he suffered in her hands the previous night, he would heal her heart just as he had calmed her soul with his gentle, affectionate, pampering.

Most men, and she knew a lot due to her job, would have tried to lay claim to her body if they had been in Bell's place the previous night, claiming that her actions were inviting and not done out of vulnerability. However, all the young adventurer did was respond in kind to her caresses, his eyes had drunk in her naked sight, but never once did he push her boundaries, and tried his best to make her feel comfortable, soothed and, most importantly, safe with him.

As a member of the werewolf race, she had no problems showing her affection to her possible, and very likely, future partner. Shame did not exist in their vocabulary, shyness yes, but not shame. They were a physical race that valued strength, but not just any kind of strength, no. Being strong could only get someone so far on their own, what they valued was the strength that came from their actions, how well could they provide to those around them, to those they considered their pack.

The young adventurer had a dream of becoming a hero, a tall order for someone so young, but that was not all there was to his dream, no. He desired a family, and he dreamed of becoming a hero for his family, a hero that would keep those he loved safe, something that she, as a werewolf, could relate to.

Bell Cranel was strong, without a Falna he had almost killed a Minotaur with precise, critical, hits, but that was a feat doable by any strong adventurer. The strength she had fallen for was his determination to prioritize her safety in his arms, even as he ran away from the monster, all the tumbles he did, he made sure she was tucked safely and he always took the brunt of the motions, and even when she gave up, his arms held her tighter and defied her grim expectations.

And, she could not forget, Bell Cranel had killed for her.

That was her main drive to soothe his heart with her body, even if she hadn't fully chosen him as her partner. He was so young, so, so young, and he already had blood in his hands, all because of her. What else spoke louder for his devotion to keep those he considered important to him than to kill those who sought to fatally threaten them?

Perhaps, it was a brutal solution but one that spoke words of his determination when faced with a kill or be killed situation.

Rose Fannett kissed Bell Cranel's forehead as he nuzzled himself deeper into her chest, his body soothing her desire for affection as his member teased her core with its heat. It would be a long morning before the werewolf had pulled away from her young hero, and she did it only after her inner werewolf desires had become much too strong to continue holding back, and she was not going to force herself on him.

And so, with much reluctance she had left his side, tending to her own body needs in the privacy of her bathroom. Not satisfied but calmed at least, she went about her morning ritual of dressing in comfortable clothes consisting of light khaki pants and one of her older, white dress shirts before preparing a hearty meal for herself, and her very likely to be, sleeping partner.

She had taken to sorting the contents of his bag that had been left in the coffee table of her apartment, as they had spilled sometime during the night and there, she noticed how few items he actually owned. Two sets of black shirts, and gray pants and gray boxers.

That was it.

Everything else stuffed in the bag was monster cores from his time in the dungeon, the only other item was a peculiar book she felt she should recognize but the moment her hand touched it, a sense of wrongness emanated from her connection to the book, and she decided to leave it be for now.

And then someone knocked on her apartment door.

"Good morning, what may I help you with?"

"Hey! We match!"

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Part 10 / 11 – Rose Side

Joining a Familia wasn't her original plan but knowing it would allow her to remain by her mate, and wasn't that a thrilling experience to see him labeled as such, side wasn't a hard decision to make at all. What was hard was the hardships that instantly came with it. Lady Hestia was, still is, a poor Goddess, funny considering that was how Lady Hekate introduced her as such, and a Goddess with several debts to her name.

The lack of hospitable space for the newly made Familia had reared its head made the young adventurer nature shine through and he hadn't hesitated to sacrifice his comfort for those he cared for, showing once more that Rose was not wrong to choose him as her mate and him being a man using what little he had at his disposable to provide for those he cared. She would respect his decision, but it didn't mean she was fine with it!

She had let the petite goddess whose breasts rivaled her own size know about her discomfort with Bell's decision, something the Hearth Goddess shared with her and apologized for changing Rose's original intentions of providing Bell a caring place he could return to after a hard day's work in the dungeon.

The werewolf wasn't thrilled but it couldn't be helped, at least not until Rose managed to find a way around their limitations.

There were options, she just had to be very careful about which one she would choose.

The newly made Hestia Familia did not have a steady source of income at all, at least not yet. The only steady income they had was her salary as a Guild Employee, higher than regulars due to how long she had been at the job and actively acting as the superior to all reception, advisor and teller members, her official post retained the employee title, but she was a lot more than that.

Perhaps, she would take the increased workload at the Guild and officially request the position as Section Leader just to provide the comfort her Familia needed, sacrificing her own comfort just like Bell was going to do for them.

That was one option readily available to her, and one she'd been thinking of being the safest out of all as others could put her Familia at economical risk.

Her landowner was a kind old woman, but she was a service provider, not a freebie giver. So, even if it was Rose who asked, the old woman would make her pay the entire rent price for four people a month in advance despite the time and friendship they had.

The Familia only had 80, 000 valis to their name, an additional 50, 000 from her last salary that she hadn't used yet, and an additional 400, 000 that she had slowly saved through the years. It would be incredibly easy to pay for the four of them if she took the money from her life savings, all it would mean was that, in very little time, she would no longer be able to freely live a comfortable, selfish, life.

And she was fine with that if it meant she could share it with Bell.

Rose believed in him, but she knew very well how little adventurers earned, and how much they needed to spend, so she was almost certain that, unless Bell created a miracle, she would be the main pillar of the Familia for the months to come.

The werewolf hadn't told any member of the Familia that option yet, as she was certain only Lady Hekate would consider this option. Bell would be very against this option, seeing as he was the one who would deprive her of the comforts she had lived her whole life with.

That left her with using the Familia recently earned money, thanks to Bell's heroic deed, to pay for one month, provide with her own money the supplies they would require, and pay the administrative fees at the Guild for the Familia's creation.

In that month, she would then see how things developed and decide what to do from there.

Delaying the decision that way seemed like the best outcome for now, and she would let Bell know about it once he returned home, one he returned to her.

Lady Hestia had left to her job after the two had brought her belongings into Rose's apartment and bought the first ration of supplies for the Familia, those being food supplies. The crimson-haired Goddess was nowhere to be found in the apartment, something Hestia assured her would be a normal occurrence as that woman was a carefree spirit, so Rose was left alone to sort through the supplies with thoughts of other decisions she could make for the Familia's sake.

One thing was for sure though, and that was, as Bell's Cranel mate, the moment he stepped through that door, she would receive him with her unconditional affection, soothe his worries if there was any, and provide for him.

Rose Fannett would create the Family he dreamed of, and she would start by cementing her place in his heart as the first one to be protected by his fierce determination.

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Part 12 – Rose Side

She was back there again, trapped against her will, about to be defiled, yet unlike her previous nightmare, her hero appeared before those bastards could so much as touch her. In this dream, he'd valiantly saved her, fighting tooth and nail against those two and winning before taking her in his strong arms, and once the Minotaur appeared, Bell had killed it by kicking it in the head then kissed her silly.

Truly a wild dream, but the feelings it evoked were extremely pleasant compared to the last time she had it.

When her eyes blearily opened and the first thing she saw was her hero, and mate, peaceful face sleeping inches away from hers, she couldn't hold the feelings inside her any longer, knowing he was going to go through his decision to leave her side, albeit momentarily in the grand scheme of things.

She didn't want him to leave her side, but she didn't want to diminish his decision, a tough spot to be in for certain.

So, the very least she could do was show him that, no matter what, she would be waiting for him, her body would be waiting for him, her affection would be waiting for him, all he had to do was accept it, and she would readily give it to him.

Again, Rose squirmed in his arms until she switched their position, and his face was nuzzled in between her bountiful breasts, a position that was quickly becoming their natural go-to whenever she wanted to spoil him, and his problem, still trapped in its pants this time, poked her stomach, just below her bellybutton.

Once she had him in her affectionate embrace, it was time to satisfy her desires and give a taste of what would be waiting for him at all times.

Soft, tender, caring, affectionate, short kisses after kisses she delivered to his sleeping lips, each lasting longer than the last one and she knew he loved them from how his problem throbbed with every single one, until his eyes finally started opening and she was amused to feel his hands grasp her hips as he grounded himself in reality.

"Good morning."

Oh! Gods and Goddesses, his shy smile was the cutest thing she had seen, and she was certain that nothing would make her day better than seeing it.

Bell Cranel proved her wrong, very, very wrong, and she was extremely happy that he had done so, the numbness in her groin and blossoming feelings in her heart as she sat between his thighs in the Ofuro, with his hands rubbing small circles on her sides could attest to.

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Part 13 / 14 / 15 – Rose Side

Bell and Lady Hestia were gone for the day, and for the first time, Lady Hekate had stayed behind in the apartment with Rose.

"Lady Hekate?" Rose sat beside the carefree goddess sprawled on the longest side of her L-shaped couch, careful that the crimson-haired goddess did not kick her with her swinging feet.

"Mmm?" Hekate hummed, turning on her side and held her head high with her bent arm.

"I was hoping that I could learn a little more about you today…" Rose started slowly, as she had no idea what kind of woman the red-haired goddess was yet, unlike the other two members of her Familia.

"Oh, yeah, sure, shoot." Hekate grinned… and that was it.

Perhaps, Rose didn't need to be so polite with her after all.

"Lady Hestia mentioned you come from the same village as Bell?" Rose started with something the other goddess had said in passing.

"Yep, that's my domain actually. It's my little piece of land granted for my contribution to some stupid folks, and I was lucky enough to have Bell live in it," Hekate contently smiled, her eyes losing herself in memories Rose was not aware about, yet.

"How was it?" Rose asked, and Hekate grinned knowing very well what the werewolf was asking about.

"Oh, you would've fallen in love with how clingy he was when he was a baby, little bundle of white hair couldn't stop holding my fingers every time he fell asleep and he called 'mom' sooo many times, can you believe that?" Hekate laughed, smiling at the fond memories that she wasn't denying herself to, not anymore.

Rose giggled, a hand coming to hide her lips, "That sounds adorable, I wished I could've seen that…"

Hekate stood up, clapping excitedly, "I can show you actually! Though you must keep it a secret from him, or he would die of embarrassment."

Rose curiosity was prickled and with Bell involved, her decision instantly made, "Please do!"

Hekate beckoned her to sit next to her and ordered her to take off her shirt, which she did with no problem at all, before the goddess' hair and eyes started glowing as she activated her arcanum and touched Rose's naked back.

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Memory after memory about Bell during his childhood played in her mind, memories from the perspective of the goddess with emotions that came her too as they replayed in her mind. Oh, how much trouble was her mate during his childhood, really, such a handful!

The werewolf saw through the red-haired goddess memories what kind of man Bell Cranel's grandfather wanted him to become, what kind of dreams the elder man tried to instill in the boy, how much of his perverted antics unknowingly passed down to Bell and how hard the goddess tried to rectify lest the hyperactive boy become a royal pain in the ars like his grandfather was.

It was here that learned of Bell's desire to form a harem, a big family that he could protect with his own strength, and much to Rose's amusement, how Bell's infatuation with older women or the red color came to be.

She had lucked out at having the three strongest points Bell desired in a woman, not that he would ever admit to it, and those were her older age, her stacked body, and her hair and fur color.

However, it was not all fun and games she saw through the goddess memories.

The time Bell had gotten lost from his grandfather's hunting group was distressing to see, and feel, and she was just as relieved as the goddess felt then when she had found the boy, freezing cold with purple lips covered in head to toe in snow, and brought him into a loving embrace only a mother could give.

Time flew in this manner spent by the two red-haired women sharing their memories, and feelings, directly through the Goddess power and it wasn't until there was a knock on the door that they stopped the connection, only then realizing how much time they had spent doing that.

Rose, just before going to take care of their visitor, gave one long hug from one grateful werewolf to one amused goddess.

She was surprised to see her cute half-elf coworker awkwardly holding her hands together, a worried expression on her face that clearly spelt of the trouble the younger woman's thoughts. Rose didn't hesitate to bring her inside, somehow in the short time it had taken her to open the door and brought the half-elf inside, the crimson-haired goddess was gone.

The moment Eina was inside and in the privacy of her home, the half-elf had tackled her with another hug that she was quick to return to, tittering as the cute woman expressed her happiness to see her again. Rose sat her on the couch and patiently waited until Eina had calmed down to speak without being smothered by her chest.

"I'm so glad you're okay Miss Rose," Eina whispered once she leaned back, wiping a tear of happiness that had escaped her sometime during her hug.

"I'm glad too," Rose responded with a soft smile, "How are you? I trust you're running the guild well in my absence?"

Eina laughed awkwardly, "We're trying, there's been some issues here and there, but everyone is doing well. As for me… there's… an issue…"

Rose tilted her head, her caring nature taking hold as she gently gathered Eina hands in her lap, "What is it?"

Eina smiled awkwardly, "Before that… why did you join a Familia?"

Rose sighed, knowing that Eina was trying to hide from her problems, something the half-elf often did to avoid troubling others, but Rose would cater to her whims, for now, "Because of Bell, there's no other reason than that. I want to be with him, I want to spend my time by his side, and Lady Hekate granted me that opportunity, so I took it."

Rose's response left Eina surprised and taken aback by the intensity with which she delivered her feelings, the half-elf own feelings giving way to her own guilt for feeling attracted to the man the senior woman was chasing after.

"It's going to be a little hard to get used to being on the other end of the reception desk now that I'm an adventurer, specially with how many troubles our Familia is facing but I believe we'll pull through, I know Bell will do everything he can for us, and I want to make sure he knows I will do everything I can for him, too." Rose continued, not seeing how her words were making the half-elf feel even more guilty about her own feelings.

"You know, I believed him to be a white pup the first time I saw him, yet he showed me his fierce determination during our session, and when he saved me… When holds me… He's really kind, and I really like him, everything I want in a partner, he has it." Rose finished, only know seeing the crestfallen look on the half-elf face.

The werewolf realized then that she was not the only one to have feelings for her hero, perhaps hers were a bit stronger due to how close she was with him already, and the affection they shared, but that did not diminish the fact that Eina obviously felt something for him too.

The memories she had seen through the goddess power replayed in her mind for a second, Bell's selfish wish, inherited from his grandfather, to form a harem being one of them and Rose, seeing how crestfallen and hurt the half-elf looked after Rose had admitted her strong feelings for him, came to a decision.

Rose Fannett hadn't made her relationship official with Bell Cranel, but she didn't need to. To her, there was nothing more official than the Falna emblazoned on her back, labelling him as her mate, and as member of the werewolf race, she did not care how big he wanted his pack to be, or how close he intended them to become, all she cared about was having her rightful place by his side.

As long as nobody tried to take him away, she could accept them and in turn, provide Bell with the selfish dream he longer for.

"I- I see… That's… Yes, he's kind. He's so k-kind," Eina started sobbing, "I'm worried! His stats! His experience! They don't match!"

Rose brought the panicking half-elf into her bosom again as she continued sobbing and ranting, "He's only been an adventurer for so little time and he's already asking to go lower! What if something happens to him!? I can't bear thinking such a kind soul being lost to the dungeon!"

Rose nodded, and continued hearing Eina's feelings, how the half-elf had prohibited Bell to enter the lower floors because she worried for him, because she didn't want what happened to her other adventurers to happen to him. To one of the very few adventurers that actually listened to her, that actually took her advice to heart and returned for more.

Eina cried her hearts content to the mature werewolf who did her best to assuage her fears, it wasn't an easy thing to do considering Rose shared some of those fears herself, but she made her best effort to ignore those traitorous thoughts because she knew Bell would pull through, he always would, for her, to return to her.

It took her a long time to calm Eina down, but she managed, and the half-elf was ashamed of her display, much to the chagrin of the werewolf who had no problems lending her bosom again if she needed to in the future.

And when Bell arrived a little while later, and Rose had seen how the boy had managed to melt Eina's resistance with his own dose of fierce determination, she had made up her mind. Rose Fannett would physically cement her relationship with her mate, and she would do so in a way that would let him know that she was fine with his selfish desires, and in turn, also give the half-elf a chance to find her place by his side and accept her feelings.

Again, Bell Cranel had surprised her with the way he claimed them both, and when she had wantonly offered for him to lay complete claim over her, he had not hesitated to reciprocate her affection that was no longer that far off from love.

He'd fucked her into unconsciousness after inhumanly filling her whole, and she vowed it would not be the last time he did it.

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Part 17 / 18 – Rose Side [Graphic Scene: Lesbian Lime]

For the first time since they were together, Bell woke up before she did and she was extremely disappointed in herself for wasting the opportunity to cuddle him in between her breasts as she always did, coddling him and spoiling herself with his unconscious actions.

Without her morning ritual of trapping him between her thighs, letting his morning problem heat her core as she fluttered swift kisses to his innocent, sleeping, face, left her extremely bothered, even more so because her body, and core, still felt the embers of the time he claimed her body as his. Her mate had been rough and demanding, a stark contrast to his usual caring and giving nature, which enraptured her more.

She was certain the skills on his back helped his sexual prowess, for no man could possibly do what he'd done, youthful virility or not. Whatever deity had decided to bless him with that, she would thank them if she ever met them, as it added more enamoring points to her already perfect partner.

Just remembering how he'd specifically attack her weakest point at the highest throes of their passion to throw her over the edge made her take a deep gulp of morning air as the flames inside her returned with vengeance. The werewolf bit her lips and groaned in frustration as one of her fingers sneaked past the band of her panties and she was not surprised to feel the extreme slickness of her petals from just remembering his actions.

She needed to get more of him, right now.

Rose disregarded fixing her state of dress and went out of the room in search of her mate, hoping to still see him around to drag him back into the bedroom where he could make sweet, sweet love to her again and assuage the fire burning in her loins.

Sadly, for her, she found nobody else at home.

Not Hestia, not Hekate and certainly not Bell.

The werewolf groaned in frustration, scratching her wild mane of red hair and she looked around for any indication of where everyone had gone to. Lady Hestia most likely to her job, Bell to the dungeon and Hekate, well… wherever she went?

Her loins burned and she couldn't help sneaking her fingers down the front of her underwear again, a fleeting touch of her lips was enough to make her legs tremble in the middle of the kitchen, and she was certain that if she continued, she would not be able to stand up. So, with much reluctance to take care of her needs then and there, she returned to the bedroom to find something, anything, that could help her deal with her needs, and if that something belonged to Bell, even better.

"Bell, mghh, Bell!"

Rose stumbled in surprise after opening the door and seeing the half-elf dealing with the same problem she was facing and judging by how far Eina's hips were raised from the bed as both of her hands furiously pawed at her flower, she had been well into it while Rose was looking around for their partner.

The werewolf had pegged her closest friend as the submissive, and needy, type and seeing Eina call out her mate's name as the half-elf tried in vain to calm herself down without him, reinforced that idea of her. Not that Rose wasn't needy, or somewhat submissive, herself but at least the werewolf could easily switch to the teasing and dominating one, spurring their mate to be even roughed with her to dominate her and… Her core burned with those thoughts, giving way to the werewolf's hungry nature which set its eye on the only available pray to assuage her desires.

Rose climbed on the bed, Eina not giving a damn about seeing her senior walk in on her as she tried to find her edge, and the werewolf prowled until she found her way in between the half-elf trembling thighs and raised hips with fingers of both her hands furiously pumping into her soapy flower.

The werewolf attacked, clawing at the half-elf's raised and toned rump which made Eina cry out in pleasure before it turned into a long moan as Rose crashed her mouth into the needy entrance of the half-elf, her rogue tongue giving a long, wet, lick to her lips and tasting the liquids already sticking to the furiously pumping fingers.

Just as Bell had done to her bubbly rump, Rose clawed at Eina's ass, kneading it to her whims as she continued giving long licks to the half-elf that had stopped fingering herself to grab, and hold onto, the werewolf's mane, pulling her face closer into her crotch and silently begging for more.

Without the half-elf fingers obstructing her path, Rose easily pushed her coarse tongue into the half-elf nether, her folds contracting around the wet muscle and drenching it with her honey that Rose made sure to loudly slurp on. Eina's hips buckled as the werewolf pressed her tongue against the top of her lips, accidentally flicking her bundle of nerves, and when she did it again, this time intentionally, Eina couldn't hold against the pressure she'd been trying to ease for the last ten minutes by herself.

Rose was surprised to feel Eina's insides trap her tongue as the half-elf screamed Bell's name again, her folds coaxing Rose's tongue for the seed of their partner to no avail, as it was not him that was inside her. The werewolf had to close her eyes as the half-elf release escaped her petals, splashing against her face and drenching her with the heavy scent of her climax.

Even after Eina had stopped squirming, her flower weakly splurted out onto Rose's tongue the final embers of her release, coating her tongue with the slick sweetness which belonged to the half-elf. Rose made sure to give the half-elf a thorough clean-up job that made her legs jostle every time her tongue caressed her sensitive petals before the werewolf pulled back and wiped the rest of the release on her face, which compared to Bell's, wasn't all that much at all.

The werewolf's sight fell on Eina's heaving, naked, bosom, her size almost the same as hers, and she felt her hunger rise, the heat that had yet to be taken care of spurring her to push the blissful half-elf down and climb on top of her. Their eyes connected for a second, and Rose feared for that one second that Eina would push her away and leave her to tend to her own needs, but she was pleasantly surprised when the submissive half-elf opened her mouth, lolling out her tongue, offering her face as the half-elf grabbed onto the werewolf's legs and pulled her crotch closer to her.

Bell had awakened something in the normally shy half-elf and, as Rose pressed her needy core over the offered wet tongue, whatever it was, it would be something the werewolf would thoroughly enjoy, and continue looking forward to.

The second Eina's wet tongue touched her enflamed petals, Rose curled forward, grasping at Eina's hair to fully sit herself on the half-elf face. The half-elf tongue was tentative in her search for the spot that made Rose cry out louder, and when she found the little bundle that made the werewolf positively grind her slick core against her face, increasing the heavy scent of the mature woman's flower, Eina gave Rose a taste of what she'd learned of Bell's preferences.

The half-elf secured her arms around the werewolf's wide hips and started sucking onto the extremely sensitive knob, the effect was instant as Rose buckled in her grip, almost escaping now that she was blessed with a Falna.

"Yes! Right there!" Rose half-shouted, half-moaned as Eina continued sucking on her knob, her breathing too labored making her head feel light as the pressure in her loins started building up at the constant attack, "So mgh~ Close!"

Eina took it a step further by pushing her tongue inside the werewolf's squirming insides as she continued to suck onto the sensitive knob, her efforts turning loud, lewd, and wet now that her mouth was open, and Rose couldn't hold onto anymore, not that she even wanted to.

The werewolf release was twice as explosive as the half-elf, in both the way her climax drenched the entirety of the half-elf's face and the way Rose wantonly moaned as she tried to prolong her release like Bell always did, her waist ground against the submissive half-elf's face as she tried to ride her climax, painfully clutching at the roots of Eina's face who took it all in stride.

Rose's release was long, showing just how bad she'd needed Bell, and once it had finally stopped, the werewolf looked down at the tears that had formed on the half-elf's flushed and drenched face from the painful hold she had used on her. Guilt found way into her calming heart and the werewolf moved as fast as she could to sit Eina against the headboard of the bed and bring her into a kiss as she caressed the place she'd hurt, trying to soothe it.

It was a weird experience tasting her own release from another's woman mouth, and in turn giving that same woman a taste of what remained of her own release, but it was something Rose hadn't felt was wrong at all. As their kiss became slow, methodical, and caring, Rose realized she could really get used to bringing more partners into Bell's pack, and from them, learn even more things that would please her mate.

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It would be another long morning before the two partners of Bell Cranel separated from the slow kiss that helped calm them down from the lack of their partner, and when they finally did, it was no surprise that the half-elf, without the lustful haze driving her thoughts, turned in a blushing, stuttering mess that couldn't meet the amused gaze of the mature werewolf.

There was another moment of weakness shared between the two Guild ladies when Eina hugged Rose, thanked her for giving her a chance to feel what loving Bell would've been like, and cried in her bosom as she promised not to get in her way ever again.

It was both endearing and sad that the half-elf hadn't realized she had become a part of Bell's harem after he had claimed her body, and heart, as his.

Thus, it was extremely easy for Rose to turn Eina's world around by telling her what she should've already known, how she was already a part of their relationship and that no, it was not just a one-night thing. Eina cried again into the senior's bosom, profusely thanking her as Rose did her best to calm her down again.

She managed to shut Eina tears with a well-delivered, "I like your cries of passion more than these…"

The half-elf returned into a stuttering, blushing, mess after that which was easier to deal with. They shared an early lunch before Eina went on her way, a letter written by Rose that would excuse Eina from missing her early shift at the Guild as she had been tending to some matters for the senior Guild member.

With her closest friend gone and none of her goddesses around, Rose decided to deal with more of the immediate issues of the Familia in her own way. A cup of coffee, a stack of papers, the bag with the Familia valis, and a pen found their way into the counter that divided her kitchen and living room, the werewolf, dressed in a similar outfit as her Guild uniform sans the tux, started writing by memory into one of the papers the table of content required to manage a Familia's supplies.

Rose started by writing every single item that belonged to her, which items of those would in turn belong to the Familia, before writing which items Bell owned and which of those would also belong to the Familia. Hestia's church was another asset that found its way into the paper, with the cost and debt that said place involved and left their Familia with. That also gave path to another paper with the expenditures of the Familia.

Their coffers, which was only the bag sitting next to her that Bell had left behind to pay for a month of rent in advance along with what was left of the previous day, held a grand total of 119, 000. Not much compared to other Familia's coffers but unlike them, they had only been a Familia for 3 days now and the entirety of their earnings came from Bell's efforts.

His reward from the Guild for saving Rose, and his two dungeon runs.

She had already spent a big chunk just paying for the apartment services and initial supplies, and she would spend another chunk today since Bell wanted to pay in advance her rent, which she was completely okay with as it meant he would stay by her side, and took out the 50, 000 from the bag, setting it apart as she added the expenditure into the sheet she was working on.

Rose made another sheet, with her own personal expenditures and savings, from which she set apart half of all she owned there as the Familia's emergency valis. That way, even if the Familia coffers were empty, she would take the brunt for them.

Not that she expected they would end up ever using that emergency valis with how Bell's luck had affected his earnings, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

More and more papers handwritten by the werewolf filled the counter until the stack was half-empty and the coffee long gone, Rose back ached as she'd been sitting in the same position for too long, and when she stretched her arms above her head and curved her back to make it pop, what popped was the topmost button of her shirt.

Rose blinked twice in surprise at that, looking down at her chest that shouldn't have done that, and for a moment pondered if she had become bigger… No, that was impossible. It was more likely that with the God's Falna, her body had rejuvenated the slightest amount and made her feel bigger. Yeah, that was more plausible.

There was one thing she could be certain of, and that was, Bell would definitely enjoy how perkier and fuller she had become thanks to the blessing. Now, if only, he returned for lunch before she had to leave the house so she could smother him with her affection, that would be great.

But no, he didn't appear, and when it was time for her to leave the house to tend to her duties, Rose felt something was amiss but paid it no mind.

The journey to her landowner's place wasn't long, barely a twenty-minute walk, and when she got there, she was glad to see the old lady going around tending to her garden.

"Good afternoon, Miss Ilya," Rose bowed politely in greeting, making the old lady titter as she set down the water bucket she'd been using to water her garden.

"Oh, but if it isn't Miss Rose! Hello dear, what can I do for you today?" The old lady cooed, opening the gates of her fence to let the werewolf inside her garden.

"I've come to talk with you about my rent contract," Rose replied, walking beside the old lady that guided her towards a table she owned on the outside of her home, surrounded by different flower bushes arranged in a circle under a small chapel-like structure that protected them from the sun.

"Oh dear, I hope you're not leaving?" The old cooed again.

"No, no, not yet." Rose smiled kindly, "I've joined a Familia but the only residence to our name is my apartment."

The old lady frowned, "Were you forced into such a poor Familia dear?"

Rose smile grew, "Nothing of the sort, it was my own decision."

The old lady continued frowning, an objective look of disbelief etched into her narrowed eyes, "Are you certain of this my dear?"

"Yes, I've finally found my partner and we both decided to accept joining into this Familia," Rose explained, keeping names and most of the context behind what truly happened to herself as there was no need to tell others more than was necessary, even if it was the lady she'd been renting her home for the last ten years.

"Ohhhh!" The old lady lit into a surprised and excited woman, hitting the table with her palms repeatedly, "A partner, you say? Who's this young stud! Why didn't you bring him!"

Rose rolled her eyes, "He's an adventurer, Miss Ilya, and he's already gone into the dungeon."

The old lady hmm, switching from excitement to concerned with the ease only an old woman could pull off, "And you're fine with that, dear? Adventurers don't live long, Rink certainly didn't…"

Rose frowned as the old lady compared herself to Rose; Rink was the name of the old lady's husband, and a deceased adventurer. While Ilya had most likely mentioned that out of concern, fearing that Rose would eventually go through the same parting pain as hers, it was something the werewolf did not want to hear about.

Again, she was reminded that Bell could disappear from her life in the blink of an eye, worse still, since she wouldn't go into the dungeon with him, ever, there was no way of knowing whether that blink had already happened or not. It was another reason she'd make peace with sharing Bell with other women, one of those future partners could be another adventurer that would stand beside Bell where she couldn't and keep him safe from his own young stupidity.

However!

Rose Fannett believed in the hidden strength of her mate, believed that he would always return back to her no matter what, that he would always pull through with that fierce determination of his that she fell in… love… with….

The old lady blinked as Rose's tail started wagging happily, a sight she hadn't seen ever, and was taken aback by how the werewolf positively glowed, a giant smile forming on her lips.

"Yes, Bell's different," Rose breathed out, not caring in the least if her statement hurt the older lady's feelings about her deceased lover. "You don't have to worry about us, Miss Ilya."

The old lady stayed quiet for a few seconds, thinking of how she was also of the same believe as the werewolf but decided against telling her about it. She knew very well Love could deafen people, and she was no fool to try and continue warning someone who didn't want to hear it.

"I see, I'm glad for you then, dear. Now what is it about the contract you wanted to change?"

Rose placed the valis bag containing the 50, 000 valis along with extra 20, 000 of her own pockets, "There will be 4 people living in my apartment for the next month and we've decided to pay it in advance, there's an additional 20, 000 because we'll be having visitors which may stay for the night and I understand how keeping this to myself would sour our business relationship."

A very professional statement, with an additional problem that nobody but her had thought of, as she was certain that, with her actively helping Bell with his wish of forming a harem, would become a very likely occurrence.

"Oh my, that's a lot you're handing me. I see no problems, as always," Ilya smiled, greedily for such an old lady, as she snatched the bag from the table, not counting as she trusted the professionalism of the werewolf.

"Thank you, Miss Ilya, that's everything I needed for today. If you'll excuse me," Rose bowed, perhaps she was being a bit too polite and cutting, but she felt it was deserved for the old lady implying Bell would die.

Rose Fannett could be quite the bitch when she wanted to be.

Be it wantonly in the bed, in the throes of passion with her mate, or maliciously to those that wronged her, regardless of how friendly their relationship was.

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She waited.

And waited.

And continued waiting.

"I can still feel his blessing," Hestia tried to get her back into the bed, but she didn't move from her spot in front of the door.

She continued waiting.

'Adventurers don't live long, Rink certainly didn't…' The words of her landowner made her clench her teeth and fist, but she didn't move.

And she continued waiting.

Any moment he would knock on the door, any moment now, all she had to do was… to continue waiting for him.

Her legs gave up on her, falling to her knees but she didn't move, no, if she moved, there would be telling if her plea went unanswered. Hestia tried to comfort her again, telling her that his blessing was still active, and while it meant he was still alive, the fact that he hadn't returned meant that something bad happened.

And she couldn't be there with him.

Mistress Time was cruel to her that night, making every minute agonizingly slow. Her kneeling body sitting by the door trembled with the coldness of the night, her goddesses long since given up on trying to move her away from her spot in which she was waiting for him.

For her love.

It is in the absence of the things one like that one truly finds out how much you truly wanted that thing.

And to Rose Fannett, having had a taste of Bell Cranel's love, in the absence of his presence, realized she had come to love him in the short span of three days. She didn't care how unusual it sounded to everyone around her, all she cared about was him.

And so, she continued waiting by the door, like the loyal lover she was.

She didn't sleep, she didn't eat, she didn't move.

None of that mattered, the only thing that mattered was his return, and so she continued waiting. Even when the sun rose, shining light into the living room, even when her goddesses rose, rushing to embrace her shivering body.

And when there was a knock on the door, she had uglily ran-crawled to get it open, and the hope that had been rising in her chest was squashed when the concerned face of her closest friend, the half-elf, appeared in the doorways and not her mate.

The half-elf just seeing the state she had been in, understood the gravity of the situation, and she had tried to get Rose, with the help of her goddesses, to stop being so stubborn, even as her own tears started falling in fear of what could possibly happen.

That was when the Goddess of Crossroads and Boundaries had enough, she rose Rose up, hauling her upstairs and harshly pushed her into the room, almost making her fall to the floor and closed the door in the face of the concerned Hestia and Eina who'd followed behind her.

For a second the two crimson-haired women stared at one another.

The Goddess seeing exactly how she must've looked like when Bell had left her side, and she had plucked her heart out to deal with his parting.

And the werewolf in confusion, fear, and hope.

"He's alive, he's well, he's fighting," Hekate started, hair and eyes glowing as she closed in on the hopeful werewolf. Answering the silent pleas of the being so closely related to her domain. "Stop being such a mess, it's unsightly to look at."

Those words were directed at Rose, and the past herself.

"But…" Rose started but the goddess slapped her face, hard.

"Stop. Stop being so naïve."

Rose held her cheek, and when she turned to look at the goddess, she found someone she couldn't recognize at all despite still being the very same woman that had granted her the option to stay beside Bell.

"Just stop. I know you care about him, so you should trust him more."

Rose clenched her teeth and slapped the goddess back, she screamed, "Are you asking me to not worry about him then!"

The crimson-haired goddess grabbed the collar of her shirt, growling at the back of her throat, "Don't act like you're the only one that worries about him!"

Rose replied in the same way, snarling as she pressed her forehead against the crimson-haired goddess, "Then act more like it!"

"HA! Who do you think you're talking to!" Hekate growled out, "You've seen my memories, bitch! You should know how much I love him!"

At being called a bitch, Rose pushed the goddess against the door, smashing her back against it, "YOU should also know how much I love him too then!"

The mortal pain in Hekate's back incited her to return it in kind, she pulled her head back to smash her forehead against the enraged werewolf, their skulls connected painfully but neither gave their grasp on the other's collar. "You're nothing compared to me!"

"I'm not you!"

"Then stop being such a fucking sorry and naïve mess!"

"I can't!"

…

…

…

…

"I know…" Hekate murmured, letting go of the werewolf's collar who was surprised at how vulnerable the voice of the goddess had become. "I know all too well… Gods damn it."

"… Hekate…?" Rose called out her name, releasing her grip on the goddess collar.

Their eyes connected again, however neither had anger in them.

For once, both were seeing in the other the exact same thing.

"I won't let anything happen to him; I promise. I love him, I love him so fucking much. So, please, stop, stop, stop being like this for him, or you'll end up like me. Please, do this, for me, my cub, please."

"I… I can't…"

"We're so… stupid… aren't we, my cub?"

"… Yes"

…

…

…

"Promise me you'll make him happy in my stead… I… I can't… Not…"

"I promise."

"Don't take him away…"

"I promise."

"Thank you… my cub."

…

"Hekate?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

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Part 19 – Rose Side

The two crimson-haired women promised to keep everything that went in between them a secret, the only exception to that rule being Bell if he ever asked or needed to know. It was awkward explaining the angry red spot that had formed on both of their foreheads to the other two worried women, those being Hestia and Eina, but between their combined craftiness they managed to pull the lie of.

The bond the two formed between their promise, and love for Bell, gave Rose strength to no longer be the naïve mess Hekate hated to see so much, and something the werewolf herself understood was extremely unhealthy.

As much as she had started loving Bell, she shouldn't let her fears, and worries, over him control her to such an unhealthy extent ever again. If she truly wanted to stay by his side for the rest of her life, she had to steel her heart and accept that the fear of losing him would always be present in her heart, but she couldn't let it be stronger than her faith in him.

Faith in the man that had saved her, claimed her, and who would always return to her.

No.

He would always return to them.

And when there was another knock on the door a day later, and she smelt his scent, the werewolf threw herself against his back, not caring in the least about what had happened, about what was happening, or about what would happen.

All she cared, as she nuzzled his face in between her bosom again, was that he was back.

To her.

To them.

And she would make him happy.

Whatever it took.

All so he had more reasons to always return to them.

"Rose? I'm back, sorry for making you worry."

And so, Rose continued hugging Bell in the streets of Orario, under the jealous stares of the men walking around, and kissed him until she was certain he'd seen stars.

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Rose was extremely happy that he returned, enough to offset the fact that there was a bloody handprint on the Captain of the Ganesha Familia's backside, while she had been psyching herself up to open her heart to other women besides Eina, she hadn't expected Bell to work that fast. Though, judging by how most of the Ankusha's outfit had blood splatters here and there, and how dirty Bell was, she could make some wild guesses as to how that handprint got there.

There was a moment of hesitation in her heart as Bell set his gaze on the blue-haired woman, Rose could feel how tight his hold on her own hand was and from how much he was trying to keep physical touch with her with the rest of his body, she knew Bell's heart longed for her but the body was a different thing, and perhaps, the second – no, third most honest part of Bell, and the desire that sparkled in his eyes for a second as the Ankusha tiptoed to look at her back spoke volumes of what else her mate desired.

Perhaps, it was his young hormones in the act, or it was his perverted upbringing, but at that moment, Bell Cranel wanted more than he already he had, and Rose could see it clearly in his eyes. So, it was time for her to truly live up to her words.

"Something I should worry about, my mate?" Rose whispered into his ears after gathering her courage which caused Bell to turn in her grip and look at her in confusion, the hunger in his gaze was still there, perhaps, even bigger now that it was set on her and she couldn't help raising an eyebrow when it didn't go away at all.

She could see, and feel, how tired he was but the desire that she'd tried to assuage with Eina before he went missing returned with vengeance and she couldn't help returning his hungry gaze with her own for a split second, her instincts gave her the courage push through with her decision and once it was made, the werewolf set her eyes on the prey.

Bell Cranel wanted more women and, as her mate, Rose Fannett would prepare them.

It was easy convincing the Ankusha to follow her upstairs for a change of clothes, the two already knew each other due to meeting several times at the Guild, and sometimes, working together for certain events hosted by Lord Ganesha.

So, Rose already knew that despite her age, Shakti Varma was a woman with the heart of a maiden and the mind of a seasoned lover. Their professional friendship allowed Rose to get past the seasoned lover and strike directly into the maiden's heart, using the woman's rare embarrassment to her own advantage and worked her magic on her.

It was truly luck that since Rose had spent the last day being a sorry mess waiting for Bell at the door, she hadn't washed most, if not all their clothes and the only piece of clothing available to the mature Captain was her distant relative's shirt that she had left behind twelve years ago at the bottom of her clothes drawer.

By the time Rose had found said article, Shakti had already taken off her tights and was halfway of taking off her orange cheongsam, so Rose waited until after she had completely removed the piece of clothing to present the extremely small white shirt with a grin.

"W-what?" Shakti stuttered, a rare thing to hear but it only made Rose's decision more certain.

"Sorry, I've been too busy and don't have anything else readily available…" Rose sighed out loud, forcefully flattening her ears against her hair to sell the regretful image and judging by how the blue-haired woman frowned in concern and understanding, the attempt was successful.

"Ah, I understand," Shakti replied taking the small shirt and staring at it for several seconds.

Only a few buttons more to push, and Bell would have his next partner served.

"I was planning on washing the clothes before you two arrived, if you would like, I can wash all your clothes while you stay to talk with Bell," Rose offered, not giving her the actual opportunity to choose as the werewolf moved to gather the disrobed clothes of the Ankusha, bundling them over her arm and away from her reach, "I do have lower underwear you can use if you want me to wash those too."

Shakti gave her a confused look before looking down at the shirt again.

"Don't worry, I know how to wash adventurer gear. Bell tends to get himself dirty beyond any hope, so I've learnt well, your clothes will be in good hands, you wouldn't want to miss this chance to talk with him, right?" Rose tilted her body to the side, offering the sincerest smile she could manage.

The werewolf knew that mentioning the word 'adventurer' would remind Shakti of her job, how sometimes one had to sacrifice personal comforts to deal with certain situations, and this one could barely count as one such situations since Rose knew, that no matter what the Ankusha said, the fact that she had followed Bell home had to be something important to her.

Important enough for the blue-haired woman to release a long sigh before unclipping her bra and sliding off her dirty underwear, handing it to Rose before wearing the offered small shirt and lower underwear given to her.

Rose couldn't deny that, dressed in that tight little shirt that barely hid Shakti's puffy nipples and toned midriff, the mature woman was extremely beautiful in her own right. A certain memory of Bell preferring older women tickling her thoughts, making Rose's giggle as she threw all the dirty clothes together.

"You look great," Rose complimented as Shakti fought a losing battle with the shirt's button, popping one and growling before finally buttoning the one below her sizeable breasts, mushing them and making them look bigger in the tight constraints.

"Thank you… I hope this stays between us," Shakti offered a weak smile, pointing at her state of clothing while rubbing her soft-looking thighs together and her neck turned the slightest shade of red.

Oh Gods! She was adorable.

Rose had to force her tail to not wag at the future reactions she could get out of the adorable mature woman before the two finally made their way back downstairs, Rose all but skipping a step as the Ankusha tried to hide her beautiful body behind her.

And when the werewolf delivered her surprise to her mate, the ravenous ambition in his eyes left her breathless for a second, "Both you and Lady Hekate can be such a handful…"

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Part 20 – Rose Side

The meal, discussion, and petition for Eina to stay over done, Rose waited by the door as Bell bid goodbye to the captain of the Ganesha Familia, she could hear the words spoken between them and how Bell, despite several times looking in longing at the older woman during the evening, decided to reject the advances Shakti was returning to him.

Their goodbye was formal, distant, and heartbreaking to watch as Rose knew that she had influenced the captain's courage to act and appeal to Bell's young desires.

Perhaps, she had gotten ahead of herself and should've talked with Bell about her decision rather than keeping it to herself and hoping he would've understood on his own with how she had been fine to pull Eina into their relationship.

So, she brought him in, both teasing and letting him know that she was fine with his perverted, selfish dream. That as long as he continued by her side, she would continue offering everything she had to him.

"I love you," Bell admitted to her, holding onto her rump with the need he'd been holding himself back from.

And she wasted no time replying to his words, as she had already come to the realization of her feelings for him during his absence.

"I love you too," Her answer was immediate and just as resolute as his.

And he still hesitated about his own dream, trapped in her arms while she grinded her clothed core with his problem that had been stroked by the Ankusha's delightful body for an entire day. He wanted that dream, she could see it in his eyes but for her, he was willing to let it go.

But Rose would not deny him his dream, no.

It was thanks to that dream that she was by his side and denying it just for her would change Bell on a fundamental level, and she did not want that. She had fallen in love for who he was, and not for what she wanted him to be.

She would make him happy; She had promised the goddess that loved him that too, and if that meant sharing Bell with more partners, then she would be fine with it.

In fact, she would welcome them with open arms and be ready to learn from them how she could become an even better partner to Bell, be it emotionally or physically.

She just needed to let Bell know that.

And she had the perfect way to do it.

"I will give you a very good incentive to do it." Rose huskily whispered those words, sealing hers, Bell's, and his future partner's fate.

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Part 20 – Rose Side [Graphic Warning, Lemon, tags: Do not do this at home, not that you could, probably…]

Bell dressed in his regular ensemble of long-sleeved black shirt and gray pants sat with his back pressed against the couch of Rose's apartment, straddling his lap was Rose dressed in a white tee with a low V-neck and brown short shorts that were currently grinding against the bulge in his pants.

A bulge that had formed after feeling the luscious body of his lover in his hands after not touching it for so long, the bubbly feeling below his palms as he helped her grind her clothed core felt so right and from how happily her tail was wagging, she must've been feeling good too.

Rose took a moment to lean back from his chest, her golden irises glinting with passion that matched the way her nails scratched his shirt, starting from the neck all the way down to his waist where she grabbed the hem and started lifting it off his body. He was forced to let go of her bubbly rump once the shirt made it past a certain point, but no sooner had she taken it off him that his palms returned to her rump, smacking it loudly from how fast they returned and made the werewolf positively beam in his arms.

Bell could see she liked the roughness, evident by how her white tee barely hid the perky tips of her bountiful breasts.

She gave a scornful gaze to her own shirt seconds before grabbing it by the front and yanking it off in one smooth motion, her heavy bosom bouncing after being released from the tight constraints and its motions being followed by the amazed gaze of her mate who lustfully stared at her round, rosy nipples greeting him in all their perkiness.

Rose took a second to enjoy the appreciative look Bell was giving her puppies before she pressed them against his collarbone, their heaviness making Bell release a long sigh that tickled her cleavage once his chin was set in its rightful place between her breasts. She could feel he liked them, evident by how the bulge in his pants throbbed painfully and pressed harder against her clothed core.

"I love you," Rose whispered, craning her head down so the two could meet gazes.

"I love you too," Bell replied, pulling her closer by the rump, and when Rose leaned down for a kiss, he met her halfway.

The first kiss was gentle, just a mere touch of their lips to feel the soft sponginess and care from the other before their mouths combined again, sharing more of their newly found love for one another in the first way they could think of.

They started slow, with ample mouth movements that made their lips trail the entire extensions of the other. Their heads steadily tilted from right to left as they explored the other's mouth, Rose biting his lower lip more than Bell did to her upper one.

Their ragged breathing was the only warning that neither was satisfying their longing with the slow kiss, so it was no surprise that they left behind the gentleness. Rose nibbled Bell's bottom lip one last time before the two opened their mouths wide, keeping their lips pressed against one another as their tongues entered the mix.

Rose wasn't sure who was the most yearnful one judging by how fast their tongues met at the middle, but she didn't care once her oral muscle found its way around Bell's, bringing it into her own mouth where she could suck on it and scrap it with her own. Bell's breath picked up when she gave long licks to his tongue that explored her gums, and when he pulled it back inside his own mouth to gulp, her tongue went after him.

It was her turn to feel the wet warmness of her mate's mouth who caught her intruding tongue between his teeth. "Mmmmm~" Rose happily hummed when Bell used the tip of his tongue to tease her own trapped one, before letting go and pressed his tongue against hers.

"Hah~" Rose released a puff of breath after they withdrew from the kiss, their tongues and mouth still connected by several strings of saliva that made both grin stupidly. "I love you," Rose whispered again, smiling lovingly at him.

Bell smiled back, "I love you too."

Rose's heart fluttered hearing those words again, and she decided it was time to make true on her promise to incentivize Bell into getting the harem he wanted. The werewolf climbed off Bell's lap, much to the surprise and reluctance of the white-haired adventurer but she didn't go far at all, only moved back enough that she could slide her shorts and underwear off in one go, kicking the clothes away.

She grinned as Bell's drank in her naked sight again, the massive bulge in his pants twitched in response to her body, and when she kneeled between his legs to take off his pants and underwear, Bell's hungry gaze almost made her skip the idea she had in mind for him, almost.

"Easy, my mate, you'll have me however you want after I'm done~" Rose teased as she took his pants off, her sight leaving Bell's curious face to the massive problem that was released. It was the first time she'd actually looked at it without anything in the way, or her hungry lust hazing her sight, and it was very intimidating to look at from up closely.

She felt her core heat up instantly as her mate's massive manhood throbbed painfully, eagerly anticipating what she had in store for him, and he didn't have to wait long.

Bell's pants and underwear joined the pile of clothes strewn across the living room as Rose grabbed her own bountiful breast, one in each hand and pulled them apart before she scuttled closer in between Bell's knees and let go.

The young adventurer's heart stopped for a second as Rose's heavy breasts enveloped his throbbing manhood with a loud smack, and he ceased breathing when she pushed her bosom by the sides to apply more pressure to his vigor.

"R-Rose?" Bell stuttered out his lover's name as she grinned coquettishly at him, half of his rod proudly jutting out from between her own sizeable breasts that she slowly rubbed up and down his length. Bell had learned of this kind of service by his grandfather but he never in his wildest dream did he expect to be at the receiving end of it.

The werewolf coyly grinned as her animal ears wiggled, adding more power to the seductive look she sent to him. Her mate's manhood heated up even more in response to her look and she took the service to the next step.

Bell stared in silent anticipation as Rose opened her mouth and drooled, a lot, at the crevice of her chest. The young adventurer followed the sight of her glimmering saliva as it traveled down her skin before it was lost in the valley of her breast, yet he could still feel the track it took when it reached his vigor trapped in her bosom.

"Don't get addicted, yes?" Rose pleaded and Bell confused eyes met her for a second.

"What do yo- Oh Gods!"

Rose hadn't waited for his response and devoured the length jutting out from between her breasts, she didn't close her mouth around it to allow for more of her saliva to fall down his length. She felt Bell's hip buckled beneath her at the sensations she must've been evoking in him, but she held back from moving until she felt her cleavage being thoroughly smeared in her spit.

After that, Bell lost his reason.

Rose didn't start off slow, or gentle for that matter, no. What she did was secure her grip on her own breasts and erratically massage Bell's massive manhood, smacking her bosom against his thighs whenever she moved it down and alternating the levels of pressure used on either side. She felt Bell's hands fall on her mane, roughly bundling up her hair as his hips buckled again, pushing the bulbous tip in her mouth down the back of her throat.

The werewolf grinned as Bell groaned out aloud and she took it another step further by starting to suck his remaining length off, she did it as sloppy as she could to let more of her spit slather his length and work as lubrication for her service and judging by how erratically Bell's hip continued buckling under her, it was working.

She couldn't deny having Bell at her mercy like this was nice but the only pleasure she received from this was having Bell in her mouth, which she had come to really love to do, and feel his pulsing vigor's heat inside her cleavage.

Thankfully, Bell didn't last anywhere near as long as he usually did, something she was proud of as he loudly called out her name, but she ignored him and turned even rougher on her service's ministrations.

"Rose! I'm-" Bell couldn't get the rest of his words out as the werewolf trapped his vigor's head at the back of her throat, he went cross-eyed as his climax literally exploded out from within him and Bell curled forward as his lungs refused to breathe any more.

Rose was already prepared to receive her mate's seed and when his warning stopped halfway into another groan of pleasure and his vigor engorged in her embrace, she knew it was time. She lodged Bell's pulsing tip at the back of her throat and continued to massage his length up and down with her breast as her mate's release started with a massive spurt that she barely gulped down.

The werewolf wasn't surprised that the next three spurts quickly filled her throat, and she couldn't keep up with the amount he was releasing, but she didn't try to fight back, instead she let it clog her throat, fill her mouth, escape her nose, and fall back into her cleavage to help coax even more out of him with her breast.

Her mate's climax was long, extremely long compared to the last time, and she took pride in being the one to bring him into that moaning state that made his thighs tremble in ecstasy and his fingers frenziedly scratch her mane in desperation for the pleasure to never end.

But it had to end and end it did.

Only after Rose couldn't breathe from how much her mate had delivered down her throat and his vigor had actually softened the slightest bit in her, thoroughly smeared with his seed, bosom. She released his weakened length from her lips with a loud pop, coyly grinning at her panting mate.

"That-" Bell blinked twice, shaking his head, "Was awesome."

Rose would've giggled if it wasn't for the thick seed she was still trying to gulp down, as it was, she could only give him another coy smile as she cleaned her face with her fingers. Trying to clean her neck, collarbone and breasts from his copious seed was a losing battle she didn't deign fighting at all.

"It could be better, you know?" Rose breathed out when she was done swallowing her mate's seed, something he stared her hard for.

"Even… better?" Bell whispered out.

The werewolf giggled as she nodded, softly stroking her mate's length lathered in her spit and his seed, and placing it back between her smeared breasts, "Yes, much, much better."

Bell gulped, tensing in her hands again as Rose lewdly licked his recovering manhood clean off his release, by the time she was done and delivering loud kisses to his bulbous head, he was at full mast and raring to go again.

The werewolf decided to show him just how much better it could be now that he was lathered in even more lubrication, she grabbed his hands and guided them to her breast where her mate immediately got the message and grabbed a handful of her bosom, she smiled coyly at him as she straightened her back and gripped the remaining length jutting out from her above her breast.

"You can do with them as you please~" Rose husked out, slowly torquing her palms up and down her mate's recovered manhood, giggling as he dumbly nodded and started off by slowly kneading her breasts. Now that it was him who was touching her, she could feel something else, and hell of a lot more pleasure once he threw gentleness through the window and fervently played with all her bosom had to offer as his breath started quickening again.

The werewolf own's breath became ragged, and she placed her mouth inches away from his pulsing head to blow the stifling air right into the sensitive tip which made her mate use more force on her chest, mistakenly pinching her rosy nipples between his fingers, "Mghh~ Yes!" Rose cried out at that, and rewarded him with a long, rough, lick around his pulsing tip that made Bell shake his head.

The young adventurer switched between kneading her bountiful breasts and using them to satisfy himself, all the while the werewolf continued teasing his engorged tip with her rough tongue and torquing her hands around his remaining length.

"You can be rougher~" Rose husked out again to her excited lover who took several seconds to process her words before he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, drawing out a cry of pleasure from her before he started humping his hips into her breasts.

The young adventurer threw his head back as the pleasure started building up, his hips movements turned erratically as he sought his edge all the while using Rose's rosy nipples as handles to keep the pressure her breasts put on his manhood.

And when she sealed her lips around his pulsing bulbous head, it was too much for him again.

Despite her mate's hip suddenly thrusting as far as he could under her breast's heavy weight and his loud moan of release, Rose didn't stop sucking his pulsing tip that started realizing her mate's second wave of thick batter.

However, this time, she did three things different from the last time.

One, she used her elbows to apply more pressure to her mate's exploding manhood.

Two, she pumped his jutting length as fast and rough as she could.

And three, she tried fighting back against his release, trying to gulp her mate's absurdly thick spurts.

What she wasn't prepared for was for Bell's hand to release her nipples and grab her head, suddenly forcing his climaxing manhood down to the back of her throat again or for his release to become a literal hose of his thick batter.

The werewolf's throat contracted as she gulped down the steady flow of her mate's desires, her elbows continuing to apply the pressure around him as best as she could while pumping even more out of him with her hands. The steady release made it easier for her to drink her mate's copious batter and as it's tepidness traveled down her throat that he tried to drive himself deeper into, she felt her flower drooling at her mate's dominative side showing once more.

It took the young adventurer another long minute before his release stopped and when it did, he fell back on his ass tired and spent yet not out of his lover's mate who continued sloppily licking and sucking his extremely sensitive member.

The werewolf released him with another loud pop and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue and showing just how much of his batter was stuck down her throat and she made a show of slowly gurgling on it, letting it return back to her mouth where she chewed on it before opening her mouth again and loudly gulping it down.

Bell's manhood recovered instantly at the show which made her smirk at him as she nuzzled his length with her cheek.

"Someone's having a fun time~" Rose teased as she delivered swift, loud, kisses to his sides.

"Can you blame me?" Bell breathlessly asked, keeping his gaze locked on the seductive werewolf who batted her eyelashes at him.

"Oh, believe me, I can," Rose teased and finally stood from her position between her knees, Bell's gaze locked onto her drooling mound which, once she caught his gaze, used her fingers to spread apart her entrance's lips from which a shimmering string of her desires dripped down to the floor.

"Ah!" An alarmed shout from the stairs made both lovers turn head to the intruder, finding an extremely red-faced half elf holding her hands to her mouth as she gazed at the scene she had walked onto.

Bell's back burned and the werewolf eyes glinted as another opportunity appeared by itself, she moved faster than she expected, most likely the Falna at work, and seized the panicking elf's hands before she could run away.

"You came at the best time!" Rose breathed out directly into the Half-elf ear as she pulled on the embarrassed woman and brought her to stand beside her in front of Bell who looked slightly embarrassed to be caught like that.

Really, these two. If they were on their own who knows how long it would've taken for Bell or Eina to stake their claim.

Luckily for them, Rose had other ideas in mind and with Eina around, she could work better. All she needed to do was pull out more of Bell's dominative side which Eina actually had an easier time getting, as her submissiveness worked better than Rose's own.

"Why don't we give our lover a good reason to never scare us like that again, mm?" Rose whispered into Eina's ears; the half-elf's gaze was locked not on Bell's face but on his raring manhood and offered no resistance to Rose who worked on taking off the half-elf's pajamas which was one of Rose's gowns. It took her no time to pull the gown over her head and both Bell and Rose were pleasantly surprised to see Eina hadn't worn anything beneath.

Presented with two gorgeous, naked ladies that belonged to him, Bell lust finally hit its boiling point and the young adventurer decided to stop denying himself of what he could have – no, what he already had!

Rose grinned in victory when Bell offered his hand to Eina who shyly took it and made no resistance when he pulled her closer, though Rose still needed to motivate Bell a little further and she hit the back of Eina's knees.

As expected, the half-elf legs crumpled and she fell in between Bell's knees, just where Rose had been moments earlier before the werewolf joined her side again, Bell blinked several times as he processed what just happened.

The two Guild beauties kneeled between his legs, the gentle half-elf's gaze locked onto his throbbing manhood and panting with desire to feel it again while the seductive mature werewolf coyly smiled at him from the other side.

The first of Bell's extremely few defenses of not going with his desire to have multiple partners crumbled when both of his lovers' hands found their place on his vigor, prodding and stroking his lust with their fleeting touches.

And the second defense crumbled when the gentle half-elf looked up at him, her lust and care for him in her begging eyes as she waited for Bell's commanding her, again.

His gramps was right, Elves really did bring out a hidden side in man that they didn't even know existed within them.

Rose raised another victory flag as Bell's features took a sterner turn, his chest and back straightened as the half-elf had brought out their mate's dominative side with nothing else but a look, something she vowed to learn for her own future use.

"Service me," Bell whispered out and Eina instantly fulfilled his order.

Eina watered her mouth and visibly wetted her lips with her tongue before delivering wet smooches across his slicked right-sided length, her fingers cupping and gently massing his sack.

All these actions Rose recorded for herself before she added her own third dose of care, the werewolf palm started teasing their mate's bulbous head with its softness while she pressed her nose against the left-side of his base, inhaling a deep whisk of his musk as she seductively looked up at him.

Their combined efforts teased Bell into placing his hands on their heads, caressing their hair as they both delivered their own different kisses across his length and giving him the time of his life.

And the best part was only starting.

Rose cupped Eina's breast and brought them above Bell's thighs, letting them heavily fall on the right side of his hips as the werewolf placed her own equally heavy and bountiful chest on his left thigh. The half-elf needed no instructions, something Rose would later tease her about, as Eina grabbed her bountiful breasts and started massaging the upper half of their mate's massive length while the werewolf massaged his lower half with her breasts.

Bell's palms pressed against his own forehead as the sudden service became too much for his brain to believe.

Their movements were a bit awkward at the start and they made up for it by applying varying degrees of pleasure with her breast until they matched paces to pump their mate's massive length with their breasts, his manhood didn't last long under their combined efforts, and he gave a silent cry when the pleasure wave swept him.

The first copious spurt splattered against their faces before Eina pushed her breasts down, mushing Rose's against Bell's base, and allowing for his erupting swollen tip to peek out before Eina sealed her lips around it.

"Yes, that's it, fill her~" Rose breathed out as she coaxed with her chest more of their mate's release that Eina impressively gulped down faster than Rose did, her throat audibly swallowing every spurt. "Mark her thoroughly!"

Eina had almost gotten it down but it only took one increased in volume spurt for her to lose her pace and have her throat, and mouth, bulge from the next spurt and when the next one fired, it forced itself out through her lips and nose, but she did not let go, not even as her eyes started rolling up from being unable to breathe as their mate's seed steadily escaped her nostrils.

Luckily for her, that happened near the end of Bell's release, and it tapered off before she could lose consciousness.

Just as Rose had done, "Ahhhhh~" Eina opened her bulging mouth, showing just how much of his copious batter remained but she didn't gulp it down just yet, the half-elf side-glanced at the coy werewolf who grinned, and they both tilted their heads in each other directions.

Bell stared, hard, for a second time that night as Rose and Eina openly tongue kissed and traded his cum between them, letting it spill and fall onto their mushed breasts as the moaned out into the kiss, the show continued until they had either swallowed or spilled his sperm and his back was burning with need for more.

If that was what he would be seeing, and getting, for having multiple partners, Bell really wanted more of that.

"Did I please you?" Eina asked with her half-lidded gaze after separating from Rose, smiling lovingly at him, and nuzzled into his palm when he caressed her cheek in approval.

"See~? You could always have this, always have us," Rose slid up his leg until she sat on Bell's right thigh, legs to either side of his, and her drooling, heated, mound sliding across his thigh as she continued whispering into Bell's ear, "Don't you want… More?"

Oh, Hells! He definitely wanted more when Eina replicated Rose's sitting position, her movements meeker than Rose's but not the less sensual.

"Please don't leave me," Eina whispered into his other ear, "I'll do everything you want, everything."

Oh, Gods above and below! Just their voices were giving him shivers.

"Now~ You can have your way with us, however rough you want it, my mate" Rose delivered the final blow that night to Bell's defenses, and they came crumbling down.

"I will…. I want… I want more, give me more." Bell ordered to them both.

Rose's inner werewolf cheered in victory and felt exalted when the half-elf gazed at her, asking for permission to go first, which she granted with a quick approving nod. Maybe in the future, there would come a time where Rose would have to fight for her mate's attention but for now, with the submissive half-elf being his only other partner, she would enjoy being the only alpha of her mate's pack.

"Hah~ Hah," Eina panted out as the two women changed positions again, Rose kneeling beside Bell on the couch while Eina climbed onto his lap, straddling him and Bell grabbed her hips to align her soapy flower with his engorged member. "Ha-ah, please do with me as you wish~"

Bell brought her down, impaling his length as far as she could take him inside.

"HAH!" Eina cried out, head falling over Bell's shoulder as her walls contracted around him immediately after he rammed against the entrance of her sacred chamber.

"Open," Bell growled out as he ground his engorged member's tip against her entrance.

"I… can't…" Eina whimpered into his ear and Bell exhaled loudly, lifting her trembling waist, and brought her down again, "Ahn!" and again, "AHN!", and again, "MGHMMM~"

Eina's cried became louder and louder with every plunge, her sacred entrance refusing to give access to their lover as her velvety walls begged for forgiveness to no avail for every plunge brought her down with more force until each one pushed the air out of her lungs, turning her moans into whimpers that spurred Bell to become rougher with her as he sought that forbidden pleasure.

Rose grabbed Bell's face and brought him into an open-tongued kiss to relax him, which had its desired effects as it made him stop his forceful attack on the whimpering half-elf who panted in relief.

"Easy, my mate," Rose whispered into the kiss, caressing Bell's jaw and collarbone as Eina started rocking her hips back and forth, letting her begging walls pleasure Bell's giant manhood. "Save the roughness for me, yes?"

Bell nodded into the kiss, helping guide Eina's hip movements with his palms on her sides.

Bell became gentler with the no-longer whimpering half-elf who did her best to please his desires in her own, submissive, way. Slowly, but surely, her movements made her already battered entrance slowly give away and before he knew it, his engorged member bottomed out inside Eina who smiled at him in victory.

Her smile turned into an open mouth releasing cries of pleasure as Bell started thrusting from below into her and she met his pace, his hands left her hips to grab her bouncing breasts and toyed with them however he wanted, repeating the patterns that made Eina cry out the loudest several times.

The half-elf innards squeezed him comfortably when her climax arrived, her mouth finding the crook of his neck to bite onto the skin as she tried to coax him into cumming with her. For once, her pleas were answered as Bell was already sensitive from all the pleasure he'd received earlier, and he filled the shivering half-elf with what she desired.

Bell took his sweet time enjoying Eina's insides milking him, leisurely inflating her sacred chamber with his copious batter that found its way out of her flower, spilling onto the couch through their connection. When he was done, and Eina was unconscious in his arms looking like a pregnant woman, he carefully set her down on the couch, staring her mound for a while after he pulled his still throbbing member from her flower.

It was while Bell was staring at his hard work that he was pulled up from the couch, right into the awaiting arms of his missing werewolf.

"Bell," Rose's hands snared around his chest from the back, nails scratching at his chest, "I love you."

He was gone for so long, had made her worry so much, and after hearing him say those three words before she did earlier, made her very soul burn the brightest it'd ever been, sparking her heart's desires and body needs.

He loved her.

Just three words.

He loved her.

Rose needed to hear them more.

He loved her.

The werewolf wanted to hear those three words again, and again, and again. She wanted to hear the proof of his desire to keep her by his side, she wanted to feel his desire to keep her by his side, and she needed it.

Now.

"I love you too," Bell replied, and Rose couldn't take it any longer.

The needy werewolf whirled Bell around in her arms and no sooner was he facing her that she impaled herself into her mate's length, "Oooooohhhhh," a long, drawled out moan escaped her lips as her legs trembled in pleasure and her loins warmly welcomed him. "Please, take me, take me now, fuck me hard, my mate." Rose begged needily and Bell complied not a second later.

The two were standing right in the middle of the living room as Bell's fingers sank on the werewolf's bubbly rump and he lifted her up, her legs closing around his waist to hold herself as her arms wound around his neck, they immediately kissed as Bell started to thrust into his beloved werewolf's core.

Unlike Eina, Rose had no problem welcoming him into her deepest room from the get-go.

Rose bit his lips and tongue several times as Bell picked up his thrusting pace, the pain spurring him to return it in kind to her lower half by digging his nails into her rump and scratching at the skin. The werewolf whimpered in pain and pleasure but begged into his mouth for more, which Bell strived to deliver.

The young lover used more of his new level up strength, delivering stronger thrusts into his beloved werewolf's which made her belly bulge with how far he was pushing his engorged member into her.

"Yes!" Rose hissed out, "I love you, fuck me harder, more!" Her words started slurring together as Bell picked up his pace even more, the scratching at her rump leaving hot trails that made the next scratch even more painful and pleasurable.

"I – love- you- too" Bell breathed out through his thrusts; he felt his balls start to churn painfully which in turn made him scratched even more violently at his beloved werewolf rump.

"Again! Love you, fill me, fuck me!" Rose stringed whatever desires she could together as her mate's manhood engorging inside her walls, "Give me, everything!" Rose screamed as he continued growing and scrapped all the good spots inside her, bringing her into the sweet, promised, release.

"Love – you too!" Bell shouted out loud with one final thrust.

Rose's eyes rolled up and she lost the strength in her lower half, her legs fell from his back, and it was only thanks to her mate's massive member and grip on her hands that she continued standing upright, though without her strength to stand all her weight pushed her mate's throbbing vigor deeper into her belly which visibly showed his shape.

Her folds spasmed as her release started seconds before her mate's did, and when his scalding seed splurt into her distended womb, the werewolf's mouth hung open in a silent scream of pleasure as her mate started to fill her with his seed.

But it was not enough.

Through the hazy pleasure that her body felt, Rose whispered out loud enough for Bell to hear, "Fuck me, more! Don't stop, don't stoppp!"

Bell clenched his teeth just as hard as Rose's insides milked him, the words of his lover spurring him to disregard passion for burning lust to satisfy her, and himself. Bell started walking forward while both continued cumming, his steps making both release groans and moans until Rose's back hit the kitchen counter.

The werewolf gave him one last look, "Don't, stop, fucking, me!" She pleaded and gyrated with his member still trapped inside her, she almost lost consciousness from how his throbbing massiveness scrapped her walls, but she managed to hold onto, her upper body leaned against the counter and gave Bell access to do her lower half however he wanted.

It was surreal to Bell to see how his partner's belly continued distending as she begged him to continue fucking her, but make no mistake, he was glad to do so. His eyes fell on the numerous angry red scratches he had created on his beloved werewolf's bubbly rump, her wagging tail becoming his next target.

"OH FUCK!" Rose screamed, her innards strangulating her mate's manhood as her legs became trembling jelly when her the base of her tail was pulled. The world went white as an explosion of electricity coursed through her entire body making it all tremble, her flower squirted her unexpected release ad Bell continued holding onto her tail as he fucked her.

The young adventurer curled forward as her lover's inside strangled him, coaxing even more of his sperm from his churning balls yet he continued pounding into her with reckless abandon, using her tail as the lever to keep her lower half raised.

"Ahnnghh, mghhh, mmmooooooooooooreeeeeeeeeee!" Rose incoherently moaned out loud, not caring in the least if she woke up anyone else in the apartment, all she cared about was to have her mate fuck her and fill her with his love.

Bell felt his balls churn painfully again, not even aware when his first climax had tapered off and he didn't fight back onto the creeping sensation that traveled through his spine, and as soon as he felt the pressure built up across his strangled shaft, he let it go.

And he continued mercilessly fucking his beloved werewolf's squirting cunt from which his cum splurged out with his heavy thrusts.

Rose's belly swished erotically as it continued being filled past its limits, her tongue since long given up on staying within its confines with her eyes no longer being able to focus on anything. "HARGHHH!" The base of her tail was pulled again, making her screech and suddenly stand ramrod still, her back hit against Bell's chest. "I… love… you…"

Bell still didn't let go of her tail but did use his other arm to possessively embrace his beloved, climaxing, werewolf as her body trembled and he pumped out the rest of his own release in slow, steady pumps. "I love you too."

"Fuck…. More…" Rose whispered out, surprising Bell further when the last of her energy was used to started rocking her rump against his groin.

Bell, still cumming, bent his knees so he could grab onto Rose's calves, and he leaned backward as he lifted her up. Rose weakly moaned as her legs were trapped in her mate's elbows and his hands connected behind her neck, forcing her to look downwards at her distended Belly and her squirting cunt.

Rose's world turned white again when Bell plunged deeper into her than ever, his member grew again leaving her nothing but a whimpering, moaning, mess unable to do anything but look at her cunt spilling her mate's seed in copious splurges with every renewed lunge.

The floor beneath them quickly became a giant puddle of their liquids as Bell continued fucking her, abusing his blessing to the limit to grant the werewolf's desire to becoming a lifeless moaning mess in his arms, he continued fucking her in that position even after cumming again and being begged to continue.

Rose had long since given up on doing anything but staying conscious to continue feeling Bell claim his dominance over her and remold her insides to his unique shape. The frenzied rut continued for an entire hour where both lost themselves to the woes of pleasure and they only came down from that high when the half-elf pressed her breasts against Bell back and whispered into his ear, "Please take me too."

And so, Bell Cranel lost himself in the sea of pleasure provided by his two loving partners, one that barely held onto consciousness as he delivered the same treatment to the half-elf and the other turning into a whimpering mess that whispered his name well into the early hours of the morning.

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-0- Rose Side Story (Part 1 End) -0-

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Misha Flott Omake: A Big Girl's Day

Misha Flott was not a morning person, never was, never were, and never would become, that she swore yet again as she threw the covers from her bed against the window of her rented apartment.

It was her only day off, and it was the only reason she had woken up so early despite not having to work. There was so much she wanted to do for the day, and her excitement made her trip as soon as her feet touched the wooden floor.

Down the girl went, her forehead landing on top of a pile of her dirty clothes as her body collided with the floor.

It hurt, but it was nothing she couldn't handle, and with two quick pushups, the girl was back on her feet.

"Pull yourself together Misha!" Misha told herself as she slapped her cheeks, and all but ran into the bathroom to prepare for the day.

For a second time that day, her feet got caught with another dirty object, and down the girl went, though this time she made an acrobatic roll.

And smacked her forehead against the bathroom door once her roll came to a stop.

"… This is noy going to be my day…" Misha's muffled voice came through the hands holding her face, and she was more careful this time while standing up and moving into the bathroom.

Compared to her co-workers' place, hers was probably the cheapest one, what with the rundown shower that barely worked half the time, the broken mirror whose only lower half remained, and the muffled screeches of rodents inside the walls.

Her place really left much to be desired, and just like any other day, she was hesitant to even take off her underwear while bathing in case one of those hidden rodents appeared from within the cracked walls.

But it was not like she had much spare clothes left to wear in the first place, so off the white garment set went, and not three minutes into her cold, morning, bath, the shower sputtered, and the drizzle stopped altogether.

"Aw, come on!" Misha growled, tearing the shower curtain to the side.

Crack

And down the pole holding the curtain went.

Squeak!

Misha paled, and her pinks eyes noticed the tiny, fuzzy, rodent peeking from the hole left behind after the curtain fell.

"GYAH!"

Never had the girl run out of her bathroom faster, nor had she ever fallen faster as her wet feet slipped through the floor, her momentum carrying her forward as she flailed around before colliding with the very same dirty pile of clothes earlier.

Misha's naked rump wiggled high in the air as she extricated herself from the dirty pile, one of the dirtier panties clung to her hair, and her pink irises teared up, but with another slap to the cheeks, and a swipe of the offending underwear, Misha was back on her feet.

"Come on Misha, you're a big, strong, girl! Get yourself together."

Squeak!

"GYAH!"

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Misha blissfully sighed as she submerged herself to chest-height in the warm waters of the communal bath in the northern district of Orario, a decision made after a frenzied battle against the fuzzy rodent in her apartment.

A battle she lost.

Her cheeks flushed slightly at the reminder that in her hurry to leave her apartment, she hadn't put any underwear on, and the mix of short black skirt and green blouse she grabbed at last minute didn't do her any favors while running towards the establishment.

Her luck wasn't any better inside the reception of the communal bath, quite the big party of adventurers had also taken the day off and hung around in the lobby when she made a beeline for the female section of the baths.

Once there, Misha was finally free from the continuous unlucky events for her day.

For now.

The pink-haired girl glanced around at the many other female adventurers happily chatting between themselves as they bathed, and Misha jealously glanced at their bodies.

Was there something in the God's Falna that made any woman look so good!

Come on, she was 19 already and even her elven best friend was more stacked than her!

Misha sunk to nose height in the warm water, knees bending underwater as she huffed bubbles. Of course, it wouldn't be an unlucky day without a group of amazons sitting extremely close to her, and their lack of shame rubbing Misha in the wrong way as the amazons flaunted their stacked bodies while gossiping about the men they were aiming for.

Her peace soured, Misha waddled away from them, coming across another female party with equally stacked women whose assets floated quite visibly above water.

"Oh! Come on!" Misha whispered to herself, stood up, and moved to the shower's area to scrub her anger away.

"Have you heard of the white-haired savior?" Another group of women beside Misha whispered among themselves.

"You mean the cute boy who killed the monster in the arena?"

"Yes, that one! I heard he's single~"

"Oho, and where did you get that information from~"

"You wouldn't believe it~"

Misha kept quiet, the name of the person they were talking about resting at the tip of her tongue.

"Wasn't that just a show?"

"Oh sweetheart, he was a show alright. White hair, red eyes, tight clothes~"

"How tight?"

"You could almost make out the bulge down there!"

Perverse laughter creeped Misha away from the group of women who were very likely speaking about her favorite exchange customer, that being Bell Cranel. A simple flick of the knob turned the showerhead on, and Misha washed the soap as she thought of said boy.

Unlike the group of still giggling women a few feet away, Misha knew Bell a lot better than them.

A few well-placed questions cornered Eina enough to reveal Bell was dating their senior, Rose Fannett, and wouldn't you know it, Eina was dating him too. How that worked out, Eina didn't say, but the dreamy look with flushed cheeks and red ears of her elven best friend left little to the imagination.

To think Eina had found someone before she did… Truly, what kind of timeline was she living in? She was supposed to be the street smart of the two, the one to find a dashing boyfriend to flaunt, instead it was the reserved girl who got herself one first.

And what a catch that was.

The memory of Bell's crimson gaze proudly glowing as he handed Misha the monster crystal that belonged to an Infant Dragon was something she would never forget. Then he was also the unknown record-holder for fastest level up in the last hundred years, an order of anonymity made directly by the Great Lord Ouranos.

That Bell was such a compassionate person also made him extremely likable, and Misha smiled just remembering how he didn't want her to get into trouble with his uncanny luck for monsters drop.

Really, even though he needed the valis for his Familia, he still held back for the sake of others.

If there was someone she would like to become a partner to, it would be to someone like him, but, sadly for her, Bell was already taken, and she would not be intruding into such a relationship.

Besides, she wanted someone who would devote himself to her, and her alone, and Bell… Would very likely never do that. She… didn't even have the same assets as both of Bell current partners did, and as Misha glanced down at her petite breast, a cloud of gloom floated over her head again.

"… Pull yourself together Misha, you're a big girl…"

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Misha's unlucky streak continued when she changed back into her clothes after a good scrub, again she was harshly reminded by an updraft that there was nothing covering her privates, and the girl had to awkwardly scuttle her way around, and outside, of the establishment.

She made a beeline through the busy streets, one hand holding down her skirt, towards one of her favorite cloth stores, and the main reason she did not have enough money to rent a better apartment.

"Well, well if it isn't Flotsies~" The attendant by the door, a flat woman with long black hair greeted Misha with a wide smile, "Day off?"

"Heya Kaen~" Misha waved, and quickly waddled inside the store, "Yea's my day off, and you know what I'm here for!"

The newly named Kaen clapped with equal excitement, "Great! We have a new batch of clothes and I placed apart some of those for you, come on!"

This was the primary reason Misha wanted someone who would spoil her rotten, her love for clothes went far beyond the norm, and even if she had to sacrifice one meal per day for the latest fashion trend, she wouldn't hesitate twice to do so.

May haps it was the fact that there was no man to tell her she looked good in what she already owned, or her own vanity when dressing up in expensive dresses, but cloth shopping to Misha was a core part of her personality.

Misha's afternoon was spent in the company of Kaen, the attendant, the two women gossiping about their own lives while Misha tested all the clothes Kaen passed her through the gap of the dressing room.

Sadly, again, for Misha.

Several of the best looking dressed were those that looked best on women with big assets, something she clearly lacked by the way those dresses cleavage area flapped emptily when she turned around.

Another reminder that she was not exactly a 'big' girl, but her heart was certainly big! Right?

Right…?

"Hey, hey, Misha, I heard this rumor about an adventurer…" Kaen passed another dress that, again, didn't fit Misha's chest.

"Is it the white haired one in the arena?" Misha sighed out, letting the dress fall around her shoulders, and leaving her standing completely naked in the stall.

"Yes, so you do know!"

Misha could almost feel the excitement in Kaen's voice behind the door.

"Next, you're going to ask if I know him, don't you?" Misha shook her head as Kaen laughed guiltily on the other side.

"You know me too well, dear, it's always been my dream to snag myself a famous adventurer."

"Hah!" Misha barked out her a short laugh, "Sad for you, Kaen, but that's still a pipe dream!"

"Goddamit!"

Laughter of the two followed for a few moments before they both calmed down, and Kaen began again.

"Well, could you at least introduce me to him?"

"Oho, you're not planning on seducing him, are ya?"

"Hmhm~ Maybe?" Kaen tittered.

"Won't work~" Misha teased, "He's got himself quite the partners already, and as much as I hate to admit it, if we combined, we would still lose by a BIG margin."

"… That much?"

"Kaen, combined we're both melon-sized at least, we'd be fighting against a goddam jackfruit."

"You've already thought about this, haven't you?"

"Guilty as charged."

Laughter again, and Misha sighed out loud, "You know, sometimes I wish life wasn't so unfair."

"Don't be so down, dear, we all have our strength and weaknesses, ours is just the physical one." Kaen replied.

"Right, we're big, strong, independent women, right!?"

"Right!"

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Misha's mood lifted, and with a new set of underwear, she returned to her apartment by evening, happily humming to herself while swinging the bag containing the new dresses she bought this time.

With a dexterous flick of the wrist, Misha threw wide open the door to her apartment.

Sadly, for her, her day was quite not over yet.

Squeak! Squeak! SQUEAK!

"GYAHHH!"

And so, Misha's day came to a close as the young woman ran out the door of her apartment once more, thoughts of her being a big, strong, girl all but gone as the rodents squeakily chased after her.

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Author's Note: This was supposed to come out quite a while ago, and there were several ways I went about it, but I feel this one ties in best with what I have in mind for Misha later on… Hope you enjoyed it~

Also, I'll be editing the interlude here later with my response to reviews!