An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

She groaned softly, lifting herself off him slowly, feeling every inch slide out of her, leaving a trail of wetness down her thighs. "I… I can't go again," she panted, trying to catch her breath. "I need to use the bathroom."

Arthur smirked, watching her struggle to stand. "You sure? You were handling it pretty well just a moment ago."

Alicia shot him a playful glare, her cheeks still flushed from the heat of their passion. She reached down to grab her discarded panties, slipping them on with a wince before pulling her sundress over her body. The fabric clung to her, doing little to hide the marks he had left on her skin—faint bruises from his grip and the redness of her thighs from their relentless session.

"Don't push your luck, Arthur," she warned, smoothing down the hem of her dress. "My pussy is aching."

Arthur's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Alicia shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. She adjusted the straps of her dress and started toward the bathroom. "Yeah, yeah. Enjoy it while you can. I'll be back in a few minutes."

A few moments later, the cabin door slid open. Arthur turned his head, expecting Alicia, but instead, the same stunning stewardess in a tight, form-fitting uniform stepped inside. Her short skirt hugged her hips, and the white blouse was just snug enough to show the curves of her chest. She froze for a moment, eyes widening as they landed on Arthur—specifically on his thick, erect cock.

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she quickly averted her gaze. "Oh! I'm so sorry, sir! I heard the door open and thought you had left. I didn't mean to intrude."

Arthur didn't say anything at first. He simply looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on the curve of her hips and the way her blouse stretched over her breasts. He grinned slowly, his cock twitching slightly under her gaze.

"Don't worry about it," Arthur said, his voice calm and confident. "No harm done." He leaned forward slightly, the motion drawing more attention to his still-hard length. "Tell me… does your offer still stand?"

Her blush deepened, but she managed to compose herself, standing straighter. "Of course, noble guest. It's our priority to ensure your comfort."

Arthur's eyes glinted with mischief. "Then why don't we have a quickie before my girlfriend comes back?" His grin was both daring and inviting, his hand lazily stroking his cock, making it clear exactly what he meant.

The stewardess hesitated for only a second, her professional demeanor slipping under the weight of her lust. "I… I shouldn't… but…" She swallowed hard, her thighs pressing together as she glanced at the door, then back at Arthur. "We have a few minutes."

Arthur's grin grew predatory. "Good answer."

She stepped forward, closing the cabin door behind her, locking it. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the hem of her skirt, hitching it up over her hips, revealing a pair of lace panties already damp with anticipation. Arthur's eyes darkened with desire as he watched her strip off her panties and climb onto his lap.

Without wasting time, she reached for his cock, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft, guiding it to her entrance. She was already wet, her arousal dripping onto him as she slowly lowered herself, taking him inch by inch until he was fully buried inside her.

Arthur groaned at the tightness, his hands gripping her hips firmly, helping her settle onto him. "Fuck… you're tight," he muttered, his hips bucking slightly, pushing deeper into her.

The stewardess gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as she began to move. Slow at first, rocking her hips, feeling him stretch her with every thrust. Her uniform clung to her body, the buttons straining as her chest heaved with each motion.

Arthur's hands slid up her sides, pushing her blouse up to reveal her bra. He unclasped it with one hand, freeing her breasts, and immediately took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently.

She moaned, her hips moving faster, grinding against him, their bodies meeting in a wet, rhythmic clap. "Sir… oh god… you feel so good," she panted, her voice shaky but filled with need.

Arthur thrust up into her, matching her pace, his cock slamming into her with each movement. The cabin filled with the sounds of their fucking—wet, slick noises and the sharp slap of flesh against flesh.

"Harder," she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut as she rode him. "Fuck me harder."

Arthur grinned, gripping her hips tighter and slamming up into her with more force, each thrust making her cry out louder. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and he couldn't resist taking her other nipple into his mouth, biting down just enough to make her gasp.

The stewardess's body trembled as she neared her climax, her walls tightening around him, milking his cock with every thrust. Arthur felt her shudder, her body going rigid as she came, her head falling back in ecstasy.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," Arthur groaned, his pace relentless as he chased his own release.

She clung to him, nails raking down his back as he thrust into her one last time, burying himself deep as he came, filling her with hot, thick pulses of cum. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, hearts pounding in unison.

The stewardess slowly lifted herself off him, her legs shaking as she stood, cum dripping down her thighs. She hastily adjusted her uniform, smoothing out her skirt and buttoning her blouse, trying to regain her composure.

"Thank you for… your hospitality," Arthur said with a smirk, watching the stewardess fumble to button up her blouse, her hands trembling as she tried to regain her composure.

She swallowed hard, smoothing down her uniform, her cheeks still flushed. "Of course, sir. It's… our duty to ensure VIP guests are well taken care of."

Arthur leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking onto hers, a playful grin on his lips. "You did more than take care of me. That was exceptional service." With that, he reached into the pocket of his storage pouch and pulled out a few gold coins.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and her face lit up like a bulb. It wasn't just a tip—it was worth an entire year's salary.

"Keep it," Arthur said casually, handing her the coins. "It's a tip."

The stewardess's hands shook as she accepted the gold. "Thank you, sir. Thank you so much." She bowed deeply before hastily exiting the room.

Just as she opened the door, Alicia walked in, her eyes narrowing slightly as the stewardess scurried past them, nearly running down the hall.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"What happened to her?" Alicia asked, a confused look on her face.

Arthur shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Maybe she ran into a ferocious beast."

Alicia raised an eyebrow, folding her arms across her chest. "Would you stop with that now? It's already late. We should head back."

"Alright, alright," Arthur said, grabbing his clothes and slipping them on. With a wave of his hand, he cast [CLEAN] on both himself and Alicia, removing any lingering traces of their earlier activities.

By the time they returned to the manor, the clock had already struck past 11 PM. Despite the late hour, the household was still awake. The moment they stepped inside, the maids began setting the dinner table.

"Oh, sister, you finally decided to come back. I thought I'd die of hunger," Cedric groaned dramatically, only to earn a well-placed fist to the head from Alicia.

"Stop being dramatic. If you were that hungry, you should've eaten already," Alicia said, rolling her eyes.

Arthur smirked. "Cedric, do you enjoy getting beaten by your sister? You seem to love provoking her."

Cedric rubbed the spot where Alicia had hit him. "What can I say? It's a sibling thing."

The butler, Leo, stepped forward with his usual composed demeanor. "Welcome back, Miss Alicia. I trust you had a pleasant day?"

Alicia gave a small, tired smile. "Pleasant might not be the right word. It was… eventful, to say the least."

Cedric, ever curious, leaned forward. "Oh? What kind of eventful?"

"Well, to start, we ran into Prince Edward and Princess Eleanor," Alicia began, settling into her seat. "Then we had lunch with the Princess of Everveil."

Cedric raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"And…" Alicia glanced at Arthur with a sly smile. "Arthur also managed to catch the "interest" of a certain druid."

Cedric's eyes widened. "A druid? Seriously? What did you do this time, Arthur?"

Arthur shrugged, playing it cool. "Apparently, just being myself is enough."

Alicia chuckled and continued recounting the day's events, carefully omitting certain… private moments.

Lily, sitting quietly at the side, finally chimed in. "You really had an eventful day."

"Yeah," Arthur said, leaning back in his chair. "It was definitely a lot. I'm wiped out."

"Better rest up," Lily added. "Tomorrow's a big day with the academy's entrance ceremony."

Arthur nodded. "Exactly. I want to be in top shape for tomorrow." He stretched slightly. "It's going to be the start of something… interesting."