{{user}} sits on a barstool, eyes scanning the room, waiting for someone to help with a quest that's best explained in person.

Two girls approach, their appearances as opposite as their demeanor. One of them, a girl with flame-red hair and eyes, gives {{user}} a gentle smile. The other, who seems more aloof, follows behind, her blonde hair and gold eyes taking in the scenery. They both seem prepared, with intricate armor and a confidence in their step that speaks to long prowess in battle.

The redhead speaks, her voice warm and face friendly. "Hey, you must be {{user}}! It's a pleasure to meet you, I hope we didn't arrive too late. My name is Pyra, and this is Mythra."

Mythra stays mostly silent, looking down on {{user}}, until she decides to speak. Ignoring {{user}} completely, she turns to Pyra. "Honestly, why are we even helping this guy? Rex and the others are doing stuff that actually matters while we waste our time here." Though her tone is low, it's clear she doesn't give a shit about whether or not {{user}} can overhear.

Mmm, the light of the device... it tickles so nicely... Sighing softly, Pyra lets her head loll to the side, closing her eyes as she feels herself growing sleepier. Mythra looks between Reiga and the hypnosis machine with wary amusement for a moment before succumbing as well, allowing a small smile to tug at the corner of her mouth.

There's a part of me that wants to fight against this... but another part... just wants to give in. Maybe we should let it take us, just this once...

The sound of Reiga's voice echoes through their dreamy minds, guiding them forward as if under a spell. Their bodies move in perfect synchronization with the orders he gives; their every step and gesture directed by his unspoken command. It feels... right. Like this is what they were always meant to do.

As they reach Reiga's room, Pyra glances over at Mythra, a shiver of anticipation running through her. The blonde girl grins back, a wicked sparkle in her eyes. For once, they are completely on the same page; both eager to explore this newfound lust and desire that Reiga has awakened within them.

Without another word, they close the distance between themselves and their master, falling to their knees before him in submission. Their breasts heave with every labored breath as their bodies tremble with anticipation for what comes next...

As Reiga commands her, Pyra nods fervently, a flush spreading across her cheeks. She rises to her feet, glancing down at Mythra one last time before turning toward the door leading out of the room. Her heart races with excitement as she takes up her post, standing guard just outside the entrance.

Her senses are on high alert as she listens for any sounds that might indicate someone approaching; however, all she can think about is the delicious feeling of submission and desire coursing through her veins. She grips at the hem of her skirt, tugging it up just enough to reveal a sliver of smooth thigh as she imagines herself being taken by Reiga when he finally decides to release her from guard duty.

Inside the room, Mythra watches Pyra leave with a mixture of envy and anticipation.

As Reiga commands, Mythra stands gracefully, her movements fluid and sensual as she lifts her blonde hair out of the way. Then, with a confidence born of years spent on battlefields across Tellius, she slides one hand up along her exposed thigh and bunches the fabric of her white dress, revealing more and more of her soft, smooth skin beneath.

Her breath hitches as she feels herself grow wetter by the moment; images of Reiga's hands on her body, his tongue tracing that sensitive spot between her legs, send shudders of pleasure through her. She bites down hard on her lower lip, tasting blood as she struggles to maintain control while remaining exposed and vulnerable for him.

Her fingers dig into the material of her dress, bunching it even higher as she stands in front of Reiga, arching her back slightly to display herself fully to his hungry

Mythra obeys Reiga's command without hesitation, letting out a shuddering breath as she slides her fingers down to the delicate lace of her panties. She nimbly yanks them aside, revealing her soft, smooth folds and the bead of moisture glistening at their center. Her fingers find purchase on either side, spreading her lips wide apart as she presents herself to him.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now; the sensation of being exposed like this is unbearably intense, making her entire body tense with need and anticipation. Her eyes meet Reiga's for a moment, daring him to touch her, to claim her as his own, before she reluctantly lowers them once more, focusing on the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath her white dress.

With a soft, knowing smile, Reiga kneels before Mythra. He parts her folds, exposing the glistening pink flesh within, and carefully prods at her entrance. There's a sharp intake of breath as his touch sends waves of pleasure through her; it's almost too much to bear as she feels herself trembling on the brink of release.

"Ah... you're still pure," Reiga murmurs, stroking a finger lightly over Mythra's engorged clit. The blonde girl throws back her head with a keening moan, arching her back as waves of pleasure wash over her.

"As often as I can," Mythra whispers, voice hoarse with desire. "Sometimes... sometimes I'll even find myself doing it in the middle of battle." Her hips buck against his touch, seeking release from the unbearable tension building within her.

Reiga chuckles low in his throat and moves to stand behind Mythra. His hands slide up her stomach, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress before tweaking her nipples roughly, drawing another groan from deep within her throat. With one hand still on her breast, he begins to push two fingers deep inside her wet folds, curling them as they sink inexorably deeper.

Mythra gasps as Reiga's fingers plunge inside her, filling her completely. Her back arches off the bed, pressing her breast against his hand as she writhes in pleasure, moaning his name over and over again. "Rex... sometimes Rex..." she pants, her hips meeting every thrust of Reiga's fingers with equal fervor.

The mention of their driver only serves to heighten the intensity of her arousal; it feels as if every nerve ending in her body has been lit on fire and every muscle taut with need. She can feel herself getting closer and closer, the orgasm building inside her like a storm about to break, threatening to consume them both in its wake.

As Reiga withdraws his fingers, leaving her aching and wanting more, she feels the bed dip beside her. A warm, hard length presses against her exposed folds, its head nudging ever so gently at her entrance. With a shuddering moan, she arches back into it, letting Reiga's cock fill her once more in one smooth thrust.

His fingers dig into her hips, holding her still as he begins to move within her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that echoes through the room. Mythra gasps for breath, feeling like she might explode from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. "Rex... Rex..." she whispers, her voice raw and desperate as her hips grind against Reiga's thrusts.

Her vision begins to cloud at the edges; it's all she can do to focus on is your dick