I Stopped Simping and the Heroines Lost Their Minds

Half an hour later, they were sitting at a small wooden table in the tavern’s kitchen.

Arthur was wearing a set of clean, slightly oversized clothes that used to belong to Roxanne’s late husband. In front of him was a massive plate of roasted beef, potatoes, and thick gravy. He was eating like a starving wolf. His newly mutated muscles desperately needed the calories.

Roxanne sat across from him, wearing nothing but a loose silk robe that carelessly hung open, exposing the inner halves of her massive boobs and the dark pink of her nipples. She was resting her chin in her hands, watching him eat with a soft, affectionate smile.

Arthur swallowed a chunk of meat and pointed his fork at her.

”So,” Arthur started, washing the food down with a pint of ale. ”A tavern right on the border of the Whispering Woods. Why set up shop where monsters are a ten-minute walk away?”

”The hunter traffic,” Roxanne replied simply, her long bunny ears twitching. ”My husband was a hunter. A silver-rank vanguard. We made a decent living, but one day... he went into a B-rank dungeon and just never came back. It happens.”

She didn’t sound completely broken up about it. It had been three years. The grief had passed, leaving only practical survival behind.

”I used the money we had saved up to open The Leaping Stag,” she continued. ”Hunters always need a place to drink and eat before and after a raid. It’s good business.”

Arthur nodded, cutting another piece of steak. ”Makes sense. But three years is a long time for a rabbit-kin to suppress her urges. Didn’t you think about marrying someone else? Or at least scratching the itch?”

Roxanne sighed, leaning forward. Her heavy boobs spilled further out of her robe, resting heavily on the wooden table.

”Of course it was hard,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly. ”It was torture. But I wasn’t alone. I had my daughter to take care of. I couldn’t just go bringing strange, violent men home from the tavern while she was sleeping upstairs.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow. ”Oh? So where is she now?”

”Boarding school in the capital,” Roxanne smiled proudly. ”She left two weeks ago.”

Arthur smirked, leaning back in his chair. ”I see. So now that the kid is out of the house, mom is officially letting loose.”

Roxanne gasped, playfully slapping his arm. ”Of course not! I’m not some cheap whore who just opens her legs for anyone who buys a beer!”

”Right,” Arthur laughed dryly. ”So what was that back in the washroom? Because you were butt-naked with a sponge about five minutes after I walked through the door.”

Roxanne’s face turned bright red. She looked away, her ears folding back defensively.

”Well... that’s different,” she muttered, trying to sound dignified. ”As a beastkin, I have very keen instincts. A sixth sense, really. All those other men who come in here only have dirty, lecherous, evil intentions toward me. But you... you were different. Your aura felt safe.”

Arthur stared at her for a long second.

What absolute bullshit, he thought, almost laughing out loud.

He literally grabbed her ass over a plate of eggs this morning. His intentions were 100% lecherous. She was just horny as hell and trying to justify jumping his bones.

But he wasn’t going to ruin a good thing.

”Right. My safe, protective aura,” Arthur nodded, playing along perfectly. He finished his ale and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. ”So, Miss Roxanne. Is that rabbit libido finally calm, or do we need to go for round two?”

Roxanne’s ruby eyes dilated. Her pupils blew wide open, and a heavy, damp heat instantly flooded her core.

”Round two?” she whispered, her voice dropping an octave. ”Oh, honey. We’re going all night.”

Before Arthur could even stand up, Roxanne moved. Beastkin possessed natural physical strength far beyond normal humans. Even with his new 26 Strength stat, she caught him completely off guard.

She walked around the table, scooped him up entirely in her arms like he was a light child, and hoisted him against her massive chest.

Arthur blinked in surprise as his feet left the floor. Well, this is new. ”Hold on tight,” Roxanne purred, carrying him out of the kitchen and practically sprinting up the wooden stairs toward her private bedroom.

She kicked her bedroom door open, marched over to the large, plush bed, and threw him down onto the mattress.

She didn’t waste a single second. She ripped the oversized shirt right off Arthur’s chest and threw her silk robe to the floor.

Roxanne crawled up the bed between his legs. Her eyes were completely locked on his crotch. She pulled his pants down, freeing his thick, heavy cock. It was already rock hard, twitching in the cool air of the bedroom.

”My turn to eat,” she whispered.

She leaned down and took him in her mouth.

Arthur grunted, his head falling back against the pillows. She didn’t hold back. She deepthroated him effortlessly, taking his entire length down her throat. The sloppy, wet sounds of her mouth filled the dark bedroom. She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue swirling violently around the sensitive head of his cock while her hands massaged his heavy balls.

It was pure, unrestrained greed.

After five minutes of brutal, agonizingly good head, she pulled off with a loud pop. A string of saliva connected his wet cock to her lips.

She crawled up his body, straddling his waist. But instead of sitting on his cock, she grabbed her own massive, heavy boobs.

”Look,” she panted.

She pushed her massive tits together, creating a deep, suffocating trench of pale flesh. She leaned forward and slid his hard cock right between her heavy cleavage.

A paizuri.

Arthur hissed through his teeth as she started sliding her tits up and down his shaft. It was insanely tight, hot, and soft. She coated her boobs with her own spit, making the friction incredibly slick. She squeezed her tits together as hard as she could, milking his cock with her cleavage while staring down at him with hungry, completely crazed eyes.

”You like my tits, Arthur?” she moaned, speeding up her pace. ”You like fucking my big boobs?”

”They’re perfect,” Arthur growled. He reached up and grabbed her thick waist.

He had enough foreplay. He wanted to feel her tight pussy again.

With a surge of strength, Arthur completely flipped their positions. He pinned Roxanne flat on her back, grabbed her thick thighs, and threw them over his shoulders. Her wet, dark pink pussy was completely exposed, practically dripping onto the bedsheets.

Arthur didn’t give a warning. He drove his hips forward, burying his thick cock to the hilt in one brutal, merciless thrust.

”SCREEEE!”

Roxanne let out a literal, animalistic squeal. Her back arched completely off the mattress.

Arthur grabbed her wide hips and started pounding her. It was rabid, filthy breeding. No romance. Just pure, animalistic fucking. The heavy slaps of his pelvis smashing against her thick ass echoed like gunshots in the quiet tavern.

”Yes! Fuck! Deeper!” Roxanne shrieked, completely losing her mind.

Her rabbit-kin biology took completely over. Her internal walls clamped down on his cock with terrifying, spastic force. She was trying to milk every single drop out of him.

Arthur hammered into her cervix over and over again, his hands aggressively squeezing and kneading her massive, bouncing boobs.

”Take it all, you slut,” Arthur growled, increasing his pace to a blinding speed.

Roxanne broke.

Her eyes completely rolled back into her skull, showing only the whites. Her tongue hung out of the side of her mouth, a thick string of drool sliding down her chin. She was making broken, stuttering, mindless noises as her body violently convulsed in a massive, shattering orgasm.

An ahegao. She was in absolute sensory overload.

Arthur felt her pussy utterly clamp down around his cock. The sensation was too much. He let out a loud grunt, driving his cock deep inside her womb, and blew his load.

Hot, heavy ropes of cum blasted deep inside her. Roxanne twitched violently with every pulse, her toes curling as she took his seed deep into her belly.

Arthur collapsed on top of her massive, sweaty chest, gasping for air.

Ding.

[Stamina check passed.]

[Vigor +1]

Arthur closed his eyes and smiled into her neck. Best hidden piece he had found all day.