A Hero's Reward: Anemone's Deepest Embrace and a Princesses' Pact

The flickering candlelight cast long, dancing shadows across the stone walls of Oruto's private chamber. The day had been brutal, a relentless gauntlet of sword drills, magical resistance training, and strategic simulations designed to push the young hero far beyond his limits. He now lay sprawled atop the silken sheets of his grand bed, every muscle a dull, throbbing ache. He was the fabled Shy Hero, the key to saving the kingdom, but at this moment, he was just a weary young man, his body and spirit frayed. The door creaked open so softly it was almost imperceptible, a whisper of wood on stone. Oruto barely had the energy to lift his head, but the scent that wafted in—a gentle, intoxicating blend of night-blooming jasmine and warm, feminine musk—was unmistakable.

Anemone entered the room like a phantom, her movements a fluid dance of grace and lethal potential honed over years as one of the kingdom's elite Assassin Princesses. In the dim light, her mature, curvaceous figure was a breathtaking silhouette. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that held both a mother's kindness and a lover's knowing smile. She wore a simple, deep purple nightgown of sheer silk that clung to her formidable curves, hinting at the magnificent bounty beneath—the big tits and generous, rounded ass that were the stuff of legends among the castle guards. She was the quintessential milf, a woman in her prime whose power and sensuality were an intoxicating combination.

“Still awake, little hero?” she murmured, her voice a low, melodic hum that seemed to vibrate through the very air and soothe the ragged edges of his exhaustion. She glided to the edge of his bed and sat down, the mattress dipping under her weight. Her hand, warm and soft, came to rest on his forehead, gently brushing back a stray lock of hair. “You pushed yourself too hard again today, Oruto. Even a hero needs to rest.”

Oruto managed a weak groan, his eyes fluttering open to gaze up at her. “I have to… get stronger, Anemone. For everyone.” His voice was rough with fatigue.

A soft, sympathetic smile touched her lips. “And you will. But a warrior’s body is a temple, not a battering ram. It must be cared for, tended to, and rewarded.” She trailed her fingers from his forehead down the side of his face, her touch sending a shiver of unexpected pleasure through him. “Allow me to tend to you tonight. A reward for your diligence.” Before he could protest, she was already moving, her actions filled with a quiet, confident purpose that left no room for argument.

She retrieved a small, ornate bottle of fragrant oil from a nearby table. The scent of lavender and sandalwood filled the air as she uncorked it, a calming aroma that promised relief. “Turn over,” she commanded gently. Too tired to resist, Oruto complied, rolling onto his stomach and burying his face in the cool pillow. He felt the bed shift again as she straddled his lower back, her weight a comforting pressure. He could feel the heat radiating from her thighs through the thin fabric of his trousers and her silk gown, a proximity that sent a jolt of awareness through his weary body. The soft, heavy weight of her magnificent ass settled against the back of his legs, and a blush crept up his neck.

Warm oil pooled in the small of his back, and then her hands began their work. They were not the hands of a mere courtesan; they were the skilled, powerful hands of an assassin, capable of ending a life with a single touch. But now, that same expertise was turned to healing, to pleasure. Her palms pressed down, her fingers digging deep into the knotted muscles of his shoulders and spine, working out the tension with an almost magical precision. He gasped as she found a particularly sore spot, but the pain quickly melted away into a wave of profound relief. He could feel the soft sway of her large breasts against his upper back with each deliberate movement, a feathery, tantalizing touch that made his breath hitch.

“Feeling better?” she whispered, her voice close to his ear, her warm breath caressing his skin. He could only manage a muffled hum of affirmation, lost in the bliss of her touch. Her massage grew more intimate, her hands gliding lower, over the firm curve of his buttocks, kneading the tense muscles there. Her touch was professional, yet deeply sensual, blurring the line between therapy and seduction. The air grew thick with unspoken desire, a palpable tension that coiled in Oruto’s belly. He was acutely aware of her as a woman, of the generous swell of her hips and the soft press of her breasts against him. The hero from the series ‘Kizetsu Yuusha to Ansatsu Hime’ was slowly being awakened to a different kind of challenge.

Just as he felt himself drifting into a state of pure, sensual haze, another soft click echoed from the door. A second figure slipped into the room, this one younger but no less deadly or beautiful. It was Judith, her fiery red hair a stark contrast to Anemone’s dark locks. She wore a similar silken chemise, hers a shade of crimson that hugged her own athletic, yet voluptuous, curves. A playful, mischievous glint shone in her eyes as she took in the scene.

“Having all the fun without me, Anemone?” Judith purred, her voice lighter and more teasing than Anemone’s rich alto. She sauntered over to the bed, her hips swaying with practiced allure. Anemone simply smiled up at her, a silent invitation in her eyes. This was not an intrusion; it was an escalation. The plan had been set, a special reward from two of the Assassin Princesses he fought so hard to protect.

“Our hero deserves the very best care,” Anemone replied smoothly, her hands never ceasing their rhythmic massage. “We decided he earned a reward from both of us tonight.”

Judith giggled, a delightful sound that sent a fresh wave of heat through Oruto. She knelt at the foot of the bed, her gaze falling to his tired feet. “You’re right. He’s been working so hard, from his head all the way to his toes.” With surprising gentleness, she took one of his feet in her hands. Her fingers were nimble, tracing the arch of his sole, making him squirm. Then, she brought his foot to her lips, her warm, wet tongue darting out to lick his skin. Oruto gasped, his whole body tensing with a shocking jolt of pleasure. Judith’s footjob was an art form; she used the arch of her own feet to rub against his hardening length through his trousers, while her hands and mouth worked magic on his other foot. The combination of Anemone’s deep, sensual massage on his back and Judith’s playful, erotic torment at his feet was an overload of sensation.

“Shhh, relax, Oruto,” Anemone cooed, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his shoulder. She slid off his back and moved to his side, her fingers deftly working the buttons of his trousers. With the fabric gone, he was fully exposed to their appreciative gazes. His erection was thick and proud, pulsing with a desperate need he hadn’t realized was so potent. “He’s certainly… appreciative,” Judith remarked with a smirk, her eyes devouring his length.

Anemone chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. “A hero needs a worthy weapon.” She guided him onto his back, and he found himself lying between the two stunning women. The shy hero was gone, replaced by a young man consumed by a rising tide of lust. Anemone positioned herself by his head, her massive breasts spilling from the low neckline of her gown. “Let me soothe you some more,” she whispered, and lowered her chest onto his. The paizuri was heavenly. He was enveloped in the soft, heavy flesh of her big tits, their warmth and weight a decadent pleasure. She moved her torso slowly, rubbing her nipples against his chin and chest as she ground her breasts against his throbbing shaft. He closed his eyes, groaning, the scent of her skin and the incredible softness overwhelming him.

While Anemone pleasured him with her chest, Judith took his erection into her hands. She admired it for a moment before leaning down, her red hair tickling his stomach. Her mouth closed over the tip, and Oruto’s back arched off the bed. Judith’s blowjob was energetic and passionate, her tongue swirling and her lips creating an incredible suction. It was a perfect, devastating counterpoint to Anemone’s slow, smothering paizuri. Soon, Anemone joined in. She released his shaft from between her breasts and lowered her head, her dark hair mingling with Judith’s crimson locks. A full-blown threesome was unfolding. The two women worked in perfect harmony, one taking him deep into her throat while the other lavished attention on his shaft and balls. Their mouths were hot and wet, their techniques a dizzying blend of practiced skill and genuine desire. Oruto’s hands tangled in their hair, his mind completely blank save for the unbelievable sensations washing over him.

“He’s ready,” Anemone murmured, her voice thick with arousal as she pulled away, her lips slick and glistening. Judith nodded, her own eyes glazed with lust. “He needs a proper sheath for that sword.” Anemone moved down the bed, her movements deliberate and sinuous. She turned, presenting him with the breathtaking view of her magnificent, heart-shaped ass. It was a masterpiece of feminine form, wide, round, and perfectly sculpted. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes dark with a primal invitation. “Oruto… I want you to fill me. I want to feel all of your strength deep inside me.”

Her request was not for a conventional union. She guided his hand to her rear, her skin impossibly soft. She was offering him a level of intimacy and trust that stole his breath away. Judith produced the bottle of oil, her smile wicked. “Allow me,” she offered, generously lubricating both Anemone’s tight entrance and Oruto’s eager length. The scent of sandalwood now mingled with the musky aroma of their combined arousal. Anemone braced herself on her hands and knees, her back arched, her big ass pushed high into the air. “Be gentle at first, my hero… then give me everything you have.”

With Judith guiding him, Oruto positioned himself. The tip of his cock pressed against the tight, warm ring of her anus. It was an impossibly intimate connection. He pushed slowly, carefully, his heart pounding in his chest. Anemone gasped, her fingers digging into the silken sheets. Her body was tight, virginal in this specific way, and he moved with the reverence it deserved. She met his gaze over her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded with a mix of pain and exquisite pleasure. “More,” she breathed, a desperate, needy sound that shattered his control. He thrust forward, sinking into her completely. Anemone cried out, a sharp, ecstatic sound that echoed in the quiet room. The feeling was incredible—a tight, searing heat that gripped him from base to tip. This was the ultimate act of possession and submission, a bond of raw, physical trust. Anal sex with the beautiful milf was more intense than anything he had ever imagined.

He began to move, his rhythm slow and deep at first, allowing her body to stretch and accommodate his size. Her moans grew louder, deeper, turning from gasps of sensation to cries of pure ecstasy. “Yes, Oruto! Just like that! Deeper!” she urged him on, her hips bucking back to meet each powerful thrust. While he was buried deep inside Anemone, Judith refused to be left out. She straddled his hips, facing him, and lowered herself onto his face, her wet core pressing against his mouth. The taste of her was intoxicating. Now he was completely surrounded, his senses overloaded. The tight, hot grip of Anemone’s ass, the sight of her beautiful body moving with him, the taste of Judith’s arousal on his tongue, and the sound of their combined moans filled his entire world. The shy hero from ‘The Shy Hero and the Assassin Princesses’ was lost in a whirlwind of carnal bliss.

His climax began to build, a roaring fire in his loins. He could feel the pressure mounting, the inevitable explosion drawing near. “Anemone… Judith… I’m…” he gasped, his thrusts becoming faster, more frantic. “Don’t hold back, hero,” Judith panted from above him. “Give it all to us!” Anemone echoed her sentiment, her voice a strained cry of impending orgasm. “Fill me, Oruto! I want your seed deep inside me! I want your creampie!”

Her words were the final trigger. With a guttural roar, he surged forward one last time, a massive, convulsive thrust that buried him to the hilt. He erupted, pumping his hot, thick seed deep into Anemone’s tight channel. He felt her muscles clench around him, milking every last drop from his body as her own orgasm wracked her frame. He collapsed on top of her, his body trembling, utterly spent. As he did, Judith quickly slid off his face and positioned herself over his still-throbbing shaft. Even as he was coming down from his peak, she guided him inside her, her slick passage a welcome, wet heat. The remaining pulses of his orgasm flooded into her as well, a second, equally potent creampie that made her cry out his name.

For a long time, the only sound in the room was their ragged, synchronized breathing. Oruto was sandwiched between them, Anemone beneath him and Judith draped over his back, their sweat-slick bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs and silken sheets. The aggression of their passion slowly faded, replaced by a profound and gentle tenderness. Anemone turned her head, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek. “That was a reward worthy of a hero,” she whispered, her voice filled with a deep, purring satisfaction. Judith snuggled closer, her arms wrapping around his chest. “We’ll have to make sure you’re always… properly rewarded for your hard work,” she added with a sleepy giggle. Oruto, nestled in the warm, soft embrace of his Assassin Princesses, felt the last vestiges of his exhaustion melt away, replaced by a deep, bone-deep contentment and a bond forged not just in duty, but in the fires of an unforgettable night of passion.