I Stopped Simping and the Heroines Lost Their Minds

Arthur didn’t rush. The heavy, suffocating tension in the dimly lit office demanded a slow, methodical dismantling.

He stepped directly between Roxanne’s parted knees. She was still sitting in her large leather chair, her chest heaving with anticipation. Her golden eyes tracked his every movement, completely dilated, entirely stripped of the confident tavern-owner persona she wore out in the taproom.

Arthur reached down, grabbing the loosened strings of her leather corset. With a single, firm pull, he undid the final knot. He dragged the heavy leather down her arms and tossed it onto the floor. The thin, sweat-dampened white chemise followed a second later.

Roxanne let out a shaky exhale as the cool air hit her bare skin.

She was incredibly voluptuous. Her breasts were massive, heavy, and pale, swelling with each ragged breath she took. The dark, hardened peaks of her nipples strained outward, flushed a deep, sensitive pink. As she shifted her weight in the chair, her heavy curves jiggled slightly, the soft flesh completely unbound and entirely inviting.

Arthur’s hands slid up her ribcage, his large, calloused palms cupping her heavy breasts. He squeezed the soft flesh firmly, his thumbs aggressively brushing over her hardened nipples.

Roxanne’s back arched instantly. A sharp, breathless gasp tore from her throat.

"Arthur..." she whimpered, her long, velvety rabbit ears pinning completely flat against her auburn hair.

He didn’t answer. He leaned down, taking one sensitive peak directly into his mouth, suckling hard while his other hand trailed down her stomach. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her split skirt, pushing the fabric down over her wide, thick hips.

She lifted her legs, entirely compliant, letting him strip the skirt and her silken panties away.

She was completely bare. Her thick, incredibly toned thighs quivered under his gaze. The soft, fluffy white cottontail at the base of her spine twitched erratically, entirely betraying just how desperate she was.

Arthur gripped her thick thighs and lifted her effortlessly from the chair. Roxanne gasped, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he carried her the two steps to the heavy oak desk. He set her down on the edge of the wood.

Her legs parted instinctively, wrapping around his waist to pull him flush against her slick heat.

Arthur unbuckled his heavy leather belt. It clattered loudly onto the wooden floorboards. He freed himself, thick, hot, and completely unyielding.

Roxanne looked down, her breath hitching, a visible flush creeping all the way up her chest to her cheeks. She reached down with trembling fingers, guiding him directly to her wet, slick entrance.

"Please," she begged, her voice a husky, broken whisper. "I need it."

Arthur gripped her wide hips, his thumbs pressing deeply into the soft flesh of her waist, and drove forward.

Roxanne screamed.

She bit down hard on her own lip to muffle the sound, her head throwing violently back as he bottomed out inside her with a single, brutal thrust. She was incredibly tight, her internal muscles clenching down around him like a scalding, wet vice.

"Fuck," Arthur grunted, his jaw tightening at the overwhelming sensory feedback.

He began to move. He didn’t start slow. He used his Troll Blood stamina to establish a punishing, relentless rhythm right out of the gate.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

The sound of their skin colliding echoed like thunder in the small office. With every deep, driving thrust, Roxanne’s heavy breasts bounced and swayed wildly, her entire curvy frame shaking from the sheer kinetic impact.

"Yes... oh gods, yes!" Roxanne cried out, her nails digging half-moon crescents into his shoulders. Her golden eyes were completely blown out, a thick line of drool slipping past her parted lips. Every time Arthur hit the absolute deepest part of her, her rabbit ears twitched violently.

The heat in the room spiked. The musky scent of beastkin arousal mixed intoxicatingly with the smell of sweat and spilled ale. Arthur hammered into her, completely dominating her pacing, forcing her to take every inch of him until her entire body was a flushed, trembling mess.

But he wanted more. He wanted total sensory overload.

Arthur suddenly gripped her waist and pulled out.

"Wait—no!" Roxanne whined pathetically, her eyes flying open in confusion, completely starved for the friction.

"Turn around," Arthur ordered, his voice a low, dark rumble that left absolutely no room for argument.

Roxanne obeyed instantly. She scrambled on her hands and knees atop the heavy oak desk, turning her back to him. She pressed her chest and forearms flat against the cool wood, her back arching perfectly to present herself to him.

From behind, her proportions were completely staggering. Her wide, heavy hips transitioned into a massive, incredibly plush ass. Her thick thighs trembled slightly as she braced herself, her fluffy white cottontail sitting right above the slick, dripping entrance he had just vacated.

Arthur stepped up flush against her ass. He gripped her hips firmly and drove back into her tight depths in one smooth, devastating motion.

Roxanne let out a muffled, stuttering shriek into the wood of the desk.

The angle was entirely different. It was deeper, bypassing her natural limits. As Arthur established a new, brutal rhythm, the visual feedback was mesmerizing. Every time his hips slammed into hers, the heavy flesh of her ass and thick thighs jiggled and rippled violently under the impact.

He leaned over her back, his chest pressing against her spine.

He reached up with his left hand and grabbed the base of her long, velvety rabbit ears.

Beastkin appendages were packed with hyper-sensitive nerve endings. The moment Arthur’s large hand wrapped firmly around the soft, furry base of her ears and gave a slow, deliberate tug, Roxanne’s brain completely short-circuited.

"AHHH!" she screamed, her spine bowing backward like a pulled bowstring.

Arthur pulled her ears back harder, exposing her neck, and bit down sharply on her collarbone while simultaneously driving his hips forward.

The dual sensation of the deep penetration and the intense, sensitive pulling of her ears completely shattered her. Her golden eyes rolled back in her head. She couldn’t even form words anymore, just a continuous, broken string of desperate, high-pitched sobbing moans.

"You like that?" Arthur whispered darkly against her ear, his hand stroking the incredibly soft velvet, applying just enough pressure to keep her completely at his mercy.

"Y-Yes! Gods, please, Arthur!" she sobbed, her hips mindlessly pushing backward, desperately trying to take him even deeper.

Arthur didn’t let up. He moved his right hand down to the base of her spine. He bypassed her hips and firmly gripped her twitching, fluffy cottontail.

He gave it a sharp, testing tug.

Roxanne’s elbows literally gave out.

She collapsed entirely flat against the desk, her face smushed into the wood, her whole body violently convulsing. The sensitivity of the tail pull paired with his relentless thrusting was absolute sensory overload. Her internal walls clamped down on him with crushing, rhythmic force, milking him with terrifying strength.

"I’m—I’m breaking!" Roxanne sobbed wildly, her tears completely smearing across the desk. "Arthur, I’m coming! I’m coming!"

Arthur let go of her tail, grabbing her wide, shaking hips with both hands to anchor her. He increased his speed to a savage, blinding pace. The loud, wet slapping of their bodies filled the office, drowning out everything else.

Roxanne climaxed with a deafening, raw scream. Her entire curvy body locked up entirely rigid, her rabbit ears pinned perfectly straight back, her thick thighs trembling violently as endless waves of intense pleasure ripped through her core.

The crushing pressure was too much. Arthur let out a guttural grunt, driving his hips forward one final, brutal time. He completely emptied himself deep inside her, his hot release flooding her tight, quivering depths.

Arthur slumped forward, his chest heaving heavily against her sweat-slicked back.

Roxanne was completely unresponsive. She lay flat against the desk, entirely boneless, her chest rising and falling in erratic, shallow gasps. Her rabbit ears twitched lazily, completely desensitized, and a soft, satisfied whimper escaped her lips.

For a long moment, the only sound in the office was their heavy breathing.

But out in the hallway, completely hidden in the dark, another sound echoed faintly. The soft, frantic patter of bare feet running desperately back up the wooden stairs.