I Only Summon Villainesses

Chapter 503: Legendary Shameless Gooner!

There was no other choice. My essence was gone. Completely. The Soul Sanctum was locked. Kassie, Maggie, White Feather, Celestine — every last one of them had vanished inside it, and without essence I couldn’t open the door, couldn’t call them back, couldn’t do a single useful thing.

And the only way I knew how to refill essence when I was this drained… was to cum.

Sex would have been better, much faster and cleaner. But they were gone. Which left me with the only tool still attached to my body.

I was about to have the shortest, most dangerous gooning session of my life. Just how many people can say they’ve gooned while being chased by a dragon?

I shoved my hand down my pants without hesitation. My cock was already half-hard from pure survival panic. I gripped it tight and started stroking hard and fast, no warm-up, no shame. The bark of the tree scraped my back as I braced myself.

‘Maggie… that massive fucking ass. The way it clapped every time she slammed down on me. Heavy. Soft. Swallowing my cock whole while white flames rolled off both of us.’

The memory hit like a punch. My cock jumped in my fist. I stroked harder, twisting my wrist at the head, spreading the first beads of pre-cum.

Behind me the dragon shifted. The ground trembled. I didn’t stop.

Kassie’s breasts. I saw them in my head, full and soft. The way they bounced when she moved her sword, the way they spilled out of her clothes when she got serious. I want them in my face.

‘I want to bury myself between them and fuck until I can’t breathe.’

I groaned under my breath, hips thrusting into my own hand. The strokes turned wet and filthy. I was fully hard now, throbbing, the tip already leaking. Every dirty thought fed the weak spark of essence starting to flicker in my core.

Wren’s voice exploded inside my head, sharp and horrified.

‘What the hell are you doing?! There’s a dragon—!’

‘Shut up,’ I snarled back in my mind. ‘This is the only way. No essence means no summon. No summon means we die. So I’m going to think about Maggie’s huge ass bouncing on my cock and Kassie’s tits until I fill this hand, and you’re going to sit there and deal with it.’

‘You’re disgusting! You’re actually—’

I ignored her and went deeper. I pictured Maggie bent over in that dark temple, habit hiked up around her waist, that enormous, soft, heavy ass presented to me. I remembered the way it jiggled and clapped when I fucked her from behind, the way it swallowed my hips with every thrust. I remembered the heat of her, the way her walls clenched when I pinched her small nipples and pulsed Summoner’s Touch through them.

My fist flew faster. The wet sound of my stroking was loud in the sudden silence between the dragon’s movements. Pre-cum ran down over my fingers. I was past caring.

‘Kassie on top of me. Those full breasts hanging in my face. Me sucking on one nipple while I fuck up into her. Her moaning. Her grinding. Her telling me to go harder while those soft tits bounce against my cheeks.’

The essence spark grew brighter. I could feel it. Thin threads of power starting to gather, pulled out of pure lust and desperation.

Wren made a strangled, appalled sound in my head.

‘I can feel what you’re thinking! Stop it! That’s—those are my sisters!’

‘Then look away,’ I thought back, almost laughing through the haze. ‘Or better yet, turn into something useful while I finish. Because if I don’t cum right now, that dragon is going to turn both of us into ash and your lectures won’t matter.’

I leaned harder into the tree, knees bent, free hand braced against the bark, right hand working my cock with frantic, shameless strokes. I was past the point of subtlety. I was an animal. A pervert with a dragon breathing down his neck and a sword screaming in his head. I pumped harder, twisting, squeezing, chasing the edge with everything I had.

The images kept coming. Maggie’s ass bouncing. The wet slap of skin. White flames coiling around us while she rode me like she wanted to break the floor. Kassie’s breasts filling my hands, spilling between my fingers, soft and heavy and perfect. The way both of them looked at me when they came — dangerous, hungry, claiming.

My balls tightened. The essence inside me surged, no longer a spark but a growing heat.

‘Almost — fuck — almost—’

The dragon’s head swung into view above the canopy. One of its vicious eye locked onto the tree.

I didn’t stop. I stroked through the fear, through the trembling ground, through Wren’s continuous stream of disgusted protests. I thought about Maggie’s ass swallowing me whole. I thought about Kassie’s tits in my mouth. I thought about both of them at once, using me, riding me, letting me use them until none of us could move.

And… I came hard.

The orgasm ripped through me like a detonation. Thick ropes of cum spilled over my fist and onto the dirt at the base of the tree. My legs shook. My vision white-edged. And the moment I finished, essence flooded back into my core — rough, incomplete, but real.

Enough to feel a flood of something overwhelm me instantly. It was essence… essence was immediately feeling my reservoir.

Wren was silent for a full second.

Then, in a voice that sounded like she wanted to throw up:

‘…I am never speaking of this again.’

I wiped my hand on my pants, shoved my cock away, and raised her blade just as the dragon inhaled.

‘Yeah,’ I muttered under my breath, already running. ‘Me neither. But it worked.’

As usual.

The first silhouettes of the Soul Sanctum flickered at the edge of my vision.

And I ran

Just as I did, the dragon unleashed its vicious maws, and with that terrifying exhale, came a dark flame that ravaged the land.