How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

“Rose. Turn around….”

His voice was low—commanding, but not harsh.

And even though Rose’s mind was still swimming in waves of pleasure, her body obeyed instantly.

It was like she didn’t need to hear him clearly—she just knew.

Riley wasn’t just her lover in this moment.

He felt like more.

Like her master.

And she wanted nothing more than to give him everything—her body, her soul, her surrender.

She shifted slowly into position.

Kneeling on the bed, arms stretched forward, legs parted.

Her back arched without thinking, presenting herself to him with aching need.

Riley stared.

Her body—every curve, every soft twitch—was driving him insane. Her glistening slit was dripping, begging. And her ass… round, perfect, trembling just for him.

Slap!

He didn’t mean to do it at first.

His hand moved before he could think, landing a sharp slap across her cheek.

Her ass bounced from the impact, and he almost apologized—

Until he heard her.

“Ah…!”

“More… please…!”

Her voice was breathy, almost broken.

She liked it.

“You, naughty girl…” he muttered, a grin tugging at his lips.

Rose turned her head just enough to glance back at him, her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes meeting his.

She looked desperate.

Hungry.

Like she wanted him to break her a little… and then hold her after.

Slap!

This one landed even harder.

“H-Hic…!”

She twitched; her moan tangled with a helpless sob.

Her body shivered like it couldn’t decide between pain and pleasure.

He took turns now, one cheek, then the other.

Watching her skin bloom red beneath his hands.

And then he stopped.

His hands trailed down slowly, smoothing over the heat he left behind.

“H-Haaah~?”

Rose whimpered, hips wriggling, unsure of what was coming next.

Riley didn’t say anything.

He just let his fingers trace her soaked slit, teasing the edge—slow, patient, deliberate.

“Ah…!”

She gasped, hips jerking as he finally slipped two fingers inside her.

Squelch!

The wet sound filled the room as he curled and twisted inside her, coaxing moans from her lips like music.

Her body was dripping, clenching around his fingers like it wanted more, deeper, harder.

Riley could feel it—the tightness of her slit just from brushing against it.

She was twitching, pulsing, practically begging for him without saying a word. He didn’t need more signs.

He knew it was time.

Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled his hand away.

“Hn…?”

Rose looked back at him, eyes hazy with lust and confusion, as if asking why he stopped.

Then—

“Hiii…?!”

She gasped, arching her back as something thick and hot pressed right against her entrance.

Her breath caught as she tried to lift herself up in surprise, but Riley moved fast—one hand grabbing the back of her head, gently but firmly pressing her down into the sheets.

“It’ll be bad if you hurt yourself…” he said, voice calm but low, almost soothing.

She whimpered beneath him.

Her mind was foggy, barely processing anything clearly now.

It was her first time—and yet she trusted him completely.

Her body trembled under his hold, but it wasn’t fear.

It was the thrill of surrendering, of giving herself fully to the man she loved.

Even his gentle scolding—his concern masked under control—only made her heart race faster.

She moaned under his strength, feeling more exposed and fragile than ever, and yet… so safe.

So wanted.

And then she felt it.

The slow pressure of his cock sliding up and down along her slit, not inside yet, just rubbing against her soaked lips, coating himself in her heat.

He was teasing her entrance, letting her feel the size of him, preparing her.

That’s when it truly hit her.

She was scared.

But not in a bad way.

In that breathless, aching, excited kind of way.

‘How is it going to fit…?’

She’d felt him deep in her throat before.

She knew how long and thick he was.

And now that he was behind her, pressing against the most intimate part of her, she could already feel where he would reach.

Just the thought of him inside—hitting places she’d never touched—made her thighs tremble.

Her mind raced:

Will it hurt?

Will I break?

Will I love it?

Yes.

She wanted it. Now.

“Ah…!!”

As if he heard her silent plea, Riley finally pushed forward—deep, slow, all at once.

Rose gasped sharply, her whole body tightening around him, her back arching as he filled her completely.

It was too much—stretching, burning, electric—and yet she couldn’t stop moaning.

She was shaking, and Riley knew it.

He leaned over her from behind, one arm around her waist, the other covering her mouth.

“Shh…” he whispered. “Snow’s still asleep.”

The mention of the sleeping girl nearby made Rose’s eyes go wide—but the pleasure was too much to stop.

The fear of getting caught, the weight of his body on hers, his hand muffling her cries—it all blurred together into a dizzying high.

And Riley…

He didn’t move yet.

He just stayed deep inside her, letting her adjust, letting her feel every inch of him.

He could feel her heartbeat through her walls.

Rose could feel it now—truly feel it.

His penis was really inside her.

Not just in the way she felt him before, deep in her throat or pressed against her—but in the most intimate, vulnerable place.

And it was different here. So much more.

The pressure.

The stretch.

The heat.

The ache.

The pulse.

She felt everything.

His length filling her completely.

His girth forcing her open in ways she never imagined possible.

Every twitch, every throb made her walls flutter and clench around him like her body never wanted to let go.

It was more than she fantasized.

More than she could have prepared for.

The pain blended into pleasure until she couldn’t tell them apart.

The elasticity of her body, her slick folds wrapped so tightly around his shaft, trying to take it all in—wanting him deeper, always deeper.

“It… feels so good~”

Her voice was barely a whisper—muffled by her own moans and breathless gasps.

Words came out broken, lost in the haze of sensation.

And she could feel him… twitching inside her, like his body was ready to finish already, to pour everything into her.

The thought made her dizzy.

She would become his—completely—inside and out. Her womb, her heart, her body, all marked by him.

Riley’s eyes flicked toward the bed where Snow was still fast asleep.

She hadn’t stirred—but if they kept moving like this, kept slamming together with this intensity, she would.

Without saying a word, Riley moved.

His dick still buried inside Rose, he lifted her in his arms—her legs spread open around him, his cock never slipping an inch.

She gasped as the shift in angle sent another wave of pleasure crashing through her.

“…!!!!”

Then, with a steady pace, he pressed her up against the wall.

The cool surface of it met her back as she let out a sharp moan.

Her arms rose above her head instinctively, palms pressed flat to brace herself, but her hips moved on their own—rocking, grinding, needing him.

She pushed her ass back against him, wordlessly begging.

But then she looked over her shoulder.

One look into his eyes, and she stopped.

She didn’t need to beg. He already knew.

Slap!

“Aah…!”

Slap!!

“Hngh…!”

Slap!!!

“Eughck…!!”

His hips drove into her, each thrust sharper, deeper.

Her ass rippled with every impact, her slickness coating them both as she gushed again and again.

Riley gripped her waist tighter—holding her steady, making sure every stroke reached the very end of her.

Her insides pulled him in greedily, and every time he thrust, her womb dropped to meet him.

Again and again, their bodies collided, the tip of him kissing her cervix with an intensity that made her toes curl and her mind go blank.

“Haah…!”

“Oh…!”

“Yes…! Don’t stop, please!”

Rose’s voice—soft, sweet, broken by moans—was pouring straight into Riley’s head, feeding something primal inside him.

His sex drive had never hit this level before. Not even close. He wasn’t just aroused—he was starving for her.

Squelch…!

Another gush of her wetness soaked their skin as he thrust harder, faster, deeper.

“H-Hangh…!”

He drove in all the way, bottoming out—his cock buried balls-deep in her soft, hot core.

“Ah….!”

She was losing control, but so was he.

Riley hadn’t expected her to be like this—to move with him, to match him.

To be so messy, so greedy, so perfectly slutty in all the ways that drove him mad.

“Ah… it feels so good~”

Her voice was high, trembling, full of need.

Squeeze…!!

Her walls clamped down with every thrust, milking him, pulling him deeper, tighter.

Riley gritted his teeth, trying to hold back, to last longer—because he knew what she needed wasn’t just roughness.

It was completion.

Her lover’s full effort.

His full self.

And so, he gave it.

He moved.

He thrusted.

He delivered.

Time blurred.

Their pace became a rhythm, their bodies slapping together in perfect sync—like a dance only they knew, echoing in the quiet room.

Slap—Slap—Slap—

“Haah…! Ungh~! Ah…!”

Rose couldn’t speak anymore—her words were half moans, half whimpers.

She didn’t know how long they’d been going.

Her legs were trembling, her body soaked in sweat, her mind floating somewhere far beyond thought.

This was Nirvana.

She looked ruined—beautifully, erotically ruined.

Her curves bounced with every thrust, her arms trembling as she gripped the wall to stay up, but barely.

Her body had already climaxed countless times, but one more… just one more was coming.

She looked back at him—eyes wide, pleading, almost teary.

“Riley… I need it!”

Her voice cracked, her hips pushing back against him, begging without shame.

That was it.

Riley’s breath hitched. He looked at her—his Rose—and smiled.

Smack!

He grabbed her tight, holding her against him as he pushed in one final time—all of him.

“Ah—Ah…!”

She moaned out loud, body wriggling as her insides clenched in response.

Wriggle—!

His tip flared inside her, thick and twitching—and then it hit.

The rush.

The flood.

His cock spasmed deep inside her womb, releasing hot, thick ropes of cum—filling her completely.

She felt it. Every drop.

Her womb dropped to meet it, like her body wanted to harvest all of it, to take his seed and hold it deep.

Her whole body shook as the final orgasm overtook her—her head falling forward, fingers digging into the wall, mouth open in a silent cry.

“Haah… Haah…”

Their breaths came in ragged gasps, rising and falling like waves.

The heat between their bodies hadn’t faded—it lingered, sticking to their skin like a second layer.

And deep inside Rose, Riley could feel the gentle pulsing of her body still clinging to him, her slit refusing to let go.

She was holding him in.

Tightly.

Milking out every last drop.

“Riley…” Rose breathed out his name, voice soft, almost dreamlike.

She wanted to say more—something tender, something full of the overwhelming things she felt—but before the words could come, her strength gave out.

Her legs buckled.

Riley caught her instantly, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.

His grip was firm, but gentle.

He held her like she was something precious.

“You did good,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek.

Slowly, he eased out of her—his shaft now slick and softening.

Only a few drops of his release managed to slip free before her slit clenched again, trapping most of it deep inside.

Like her body wanted to keep every part of him.

He couldn’t help but stare for a second.

Then, with quiet care, he lifted her into his arms.

Her unconscious body curled naturally against him, head resting on his shoulder, breath warm against his neck.

He carried her like a bride.

And placed her softly on the bed next to Snow, who was still fast asleep—her expression peaceful, satisfied, glowing even in rest.

The sight of them, side by side, stole Riley’s breath all over again.

They looked like goddesses.

A part of him still didn’t fully believe this was real.

That he had made love to them, not just fucked—not just lust, but connection.

But the warmth in his arms?

The softness in their bodies?

The small smiles on their faces even in sleep?

That was real.

He laid down beside them, slipping in close, brushing Rose’s hair back from her face.

He leaned over, kissed her forehead.

Then another for Snow.

One hand rested across their waists, pulling them gently into him.

“I might’ve really gotten you two pregnant,” he murmured, staring at their bulging lower bellies.

The thought sent a ripple of nerves through him—fear, maybe, happiness or wonder—but he pushed it aside.

Not now.

Now wasn’t for such useless thoughts.

With one last look, he reached out and pulled the blanket up over them all, tucking it in gently.

The warmth settled in.

Their heartbeats softened.

And slowly… his consciousness faded into sleep—held between the two women who now owned every part of him.