Three months had passed since the witch mission, and Crona found himself now against another.

This time, though, he was facing her alone. Baba Yaga had heard that Crona was coming, and was now fleeing; riding in her flying cauldron. She'd left her underlings to guard her palace, and believed they would stall the reaper long enough for her to get her special ritual in motion.

Once in motion, it couldn't be stopped, not even by a death scythe. She was very nearly to her destination when a blast spike stabbed her through the chest.

In shock, she looked above her to see Crona, black wings spread out, holding out his hand; from which the black spike was extending.

Baba Yaga was aghast. Her underlings weren't the best but it would have taken an entire army to clear them that fast. She raised her staff, firing out a concentrated beam of magic. The wings closed around Crona's body, the blast deflected harmlessly without so much as moving it.

As they parted, Crona raised his free hand. Black blood flowed out and formed into his sword. Ten feet tall, with curved spikes protruding along the blade, Ragnarok had been remade more lethality.

"Please.. please no!" Baba Yaga begged, "I'm too young to die, please I'll do anything!"

"No," Crona said firmly, "The children you lured away were too young. The men and women you sacrificed for power were too young. A being like you deserves no mercy."

Crona began to pull the spike back into his body, bringing himself down closer to the witch with his sword raised over his head. She struggled and tried to cast a spell, but the sword connected with her skull before she could.

The spikes spun and jutted out, the blade burning with intense power. She may as well have been caught in a meat grinder, reduced to the kind of gore that would make a sausage maker vomit.

Thankfully it faded after only a moment, reduced to a simple purple orb a soul. Crona sighed, pointing his sword out to it before remembering he no longer needed to collect souls for himself.

It had become second nature to collect. He instead withdrew his weapon and brought the soul into the stone jar he'd been given for it. Crona let the wings back out and took off to return to the academy.

He was a death scythe now, and was a rather unique case. He was not a standard death scythe, having had the black blood of Ragnarok forced into his body rather than being born with the ability to transform.

But the blood had been so thoroughly integrated that upon Ragnarok consuming the witch soul, the transformation effected his own body rather than just the weapon. The black blood was no longer separate to Crona himself.

They'd fused properly now, a single very powerful entity. It had affected his physical appearance as well. He'd crown taller, and the muscles he'd started to develop naturally had been amplified.

He was still mistaken for a woman on occasion, he was just too beautiful for that to ever be fully negated it seemed. But his lovers knew all too well what he was.

There had been a lot of testing, experimentation, debating and planning, but he had finally been cleared as a proper death scythe for DWMA, tasked with handling missions too risky or dangerous for the students.

In exchange for his work, he'd been given a new home for him and his harem to live in together. He lived in Death City now, partially because it was the most convenient location to keep him and partially to keep eyes on him should complications arrive.

He may have been freed from the madness but he was still a black blood weapon and they weren't completely sure what might happen with one that was also a death scythe. But Crona knew he would be alright, something he'd never been able to say with confidence before.

He was happy with his new life, going on a few missions a week, and having the rest of his time to spend however he wished to; which basically meant spending all the time with his wives.

He smiled as he flew, a small bit of warmth spreading throughout him at the thought. 'Wives.' He had proposed to the many members of his harem two months ago, around the time he had been cleared by the doctors and researchers making sure he was safe to continue his life.

He had created rings using his black blood, and had gotten a different gem stone for each of them to show each of them how much he cared for them all.

Marie had received an orange sun stone, Tsubaki an emerald, Liz and Patty a ruby and carnelian, and Maka a blue diamond. Some of them had gotten slightly huffy at Maka's diamond, but none of them were surprised. She would always been the greatest focus of Crona's love even if he could share it with them all.

He had wanted to do something special for Blair as well, but she didn't seem to think it would be right for him to marry her, what with her being a cat and all.

She was content to be his official life long FWB, and rather than a ring, he'd instead gotten her a collar with a amethyst gem cut to look like a cat's bell. Blair had seemed rather content with this by itself; and had made Crona very aware of this.

Crona reached the town, flying up to Lord Death's room to drop off the witch soul. Having control over the wings made travel so much more convenient he felt. His mission complete, he was finally able to return home, and took off to return to his new life.

Again, the thought of this actually being his life made him smile. It would have been unthinking before. He arrived shortly after at his home.

It was immaculate, a beautiful mansion fit for Crona's new status, and for his many lovely partners. He landed at the door, opening the doors and entering. He couldn't see or hear any of his many lovers in the front room nor living room.

Before he could call out to any of them, he heard a sultry, "Welcome back~"

Crona smiled, looking up to see Blair in her fully cat form, waiting for him on a banister above, her tail swishing back and forth happily.

She pounced from it, shifting to her sexy body as she did so so she could wrap her arms and legs around Crona as she landed, kissing him heatedly as she did so. Crona returned the kiss warmly, hands sliding along her lovely body as he held her against him.

"Happy to see me~?" He asked with a smirk.

She giggled, "As if you had to ask. You've been gone all week! Some of us has gotten rather frisky~" She licked his cheek gently, grinding herself against him gently.

He chuckled at this, carrying her off towards the bedroom, where he suspected the others would all be. He pushed the door open with his foot so he wouldn't have to put Blair down, and was meant with a glorious sight.

On the massive bed that more than fit the entire group, all the other girls were already at it, seemingly trying to satiate themselves while they waited for Crona's return. Maka and Tsubaki were wrapped around each other in a heated sixty-nine position, eating each other out with passionate hunger.

Nearby, Marie was on her back, her fingers pumping vigorously into Liz and Patty's wet cunts; the sisters returning the favor by sucking eagerly on the older woman's chest. Crona smiled at this, and tossed Blair onto the bed.

Her clothes vanished magically, Crona's clothes gone seemingly just as fast, leaving him already naked by the time the others all noticed he was there.

He tensed his body slightly, allowing the black blood to flow throughout his entire body, enhancing his... well, his everything quite frankly. He had mastered it for combat of course, but after that, he'd learned to control it, and could use it effectively without hurting his lovers.

It was effectively another form, and the only time he could be said with certainty to not look feminine. This was the girls' first official time seeing this, and all looked on in awe.

"Apologies I was gone so long my loves," He said with a smile, "I've kept you waiting long enough~"

Blair, personally, was slightly upset, as she personally preferred he look cute and girly even if he was to be dominant over her. Her disappointed faded quickly though.

Or perhaps faded is the wrong word. It's more that it was fucked out of her with all the gentleness of a sledgehammer. Crona's cock, enhanced both in size and in strength from the blood, slammed into Blair's cunt without hesitation, plowing her into the bed.

The magical cat girl cried out. He'd been good before, but this was the biggest she'd ever felt, the hardest she'd ever felt; and Blair had gotten around in her time.

The strength and size-while enough to quite literally break people-isn't what caught Blair truly by surprise though.

No, it was the sensation of another cock pressing against her other hole that had her surprised. It was tricky to get a good look from the angle she was at, but she could see the growing shaft of a second cock growing from Crona's body, formed from sturdy black blood.

It was harder than steel but formed just flexible enough that it could be used for fun without hurting anyone.

Well... without hurting them anymore than being fucked by two cocks with roughly the same force of a wrecking ball slamming into a building would. Blair's moans became screams at the feeling, her back arching as she was drilled like a diamond mine.

Her legs twitched and even her tail tensed and went rigid. Crona could see the way her body bulged and contorted from the size of the rods railing her, pleased with the results of his careful work. His hands moved down to Blair's chest.

His hands were enhanced by the black blood, and as he groped the cat girl's plump breasts, he did so more dominantly and aggressively than he'd ever been capable of before, let alone even tried to.

The others watched in awe as Blair was utterly dismantled, fucked into nine levels of oblivion by Crona's new power, writhing and cumming every few minutes while Crona's hips never stopped, pumping like a well oiled machine and shaking the entire bed with their force; no small feat given the size of it and how reinforced it was to the ground.

With a final slap of skin against skin, Crona sighed, unloading through both cocks into Blair; her eyes rolling back as her body went limp.

He slid out of her, leaving her bloated by the release with excess seed oozing from her holes; both of which were left gaping from how much they'd been stretched.

The others had all but stopped playing with one another to watch Crona and Blair, their lust growing more intense as they did, all wanting to feel this new power their master possessed. As he looked over them all, he pointed to Marie first.

Grinning eagerly, Marie laid herself out for Crona, allowing him to pounce on her, stuffing her as he had Blair. She cried out at the feeling of her pussy and asshole being forced apart.

Crona kissed the fellow death scythe heatedly, lifting her legs to put her into a proper mating press. She groaned happily, hips bucking roughly to meet Crona's, the waves of pleasure amplifying as she did so.

Where before there had been a height difference, Crona matched her as he was now, the new look and the associated strength only making it better for the both of them.

Crona moved his arms around Marie's legs, groping her chest as he rutted into her, hips slamming against her even rougher than he had with Blair.

Marie moaned blissfully, loving how it felt. The position was more submissive in nature than she was used to, but she didn't care. Hell, she may have even been enjoying it more than she was expecting to if she were to be honest to herself.

"I love you Marie," he moaned to his former teacher, the first to officially join his harem, "I want to have children with all of my wives, to breed you all tonight if I can help it~"

Marie shuddered as he said this, gripping the bed on either side of her, relishing the sensation of Crona's cocks stretching and hammering into her body.

"F-fuck yes~ please Crona~" Marie groaned. She'd always had a motherly side to her, and the prospect of actually having children of her own added an extra thrill to the fun they were having, "Give it me, all of it~"

Crona didn't need to be told twice. He picked up the speed, hips becoming a blur and Marie's moans becoming more sputtering as she was overwhelmed by the sensation. Finally, Crona hilted into her, unloading into her and watching as her stomach puffed up slightly from the amount of seed.

He slid out of her, watching as Marie used the last of her strength to grab a sort of plug from the nightstand, inserting it to prevent any of the cum leaving her body; hoping to increase the chance of it actually taking.

He smiled at the sight, wondering if they or at least she had been expecting this, or even planning it independently of Crona.

Regardless, he turned to the others only for Tsubaki to hit him like a missile, asking to be bred next. Tsubaki's more lustful side may have been unlocked some time ago, but it had only started to really burn within her recently.

She still didn't like to show it in public, becoming embarrassed even by jokes. But behind closed doors.. her desire rivaled Blair's. Crona smiled, laying down so Tsubaki could mount him.

He held her hips, gently at first to make sure she was properly lined up on both ends, then he pulled her down roughly; bringing her from the tip to the base in a single motion.

This had in fact been accidental, as doing so with normal sized cocks could be a bit much even for Tsubaki and doing so with his enhanced forms could have broken her immediately.

Happily though, Tsubaki was alright, with firm albeit accidental reminder that being on top didn't mean being dominant over her master. She didn't mind. As Crona had learned, she didn't want to be dominant per say. She just preferred riding over other positions.

"Having to move my own hips, having to work for the pleasure and getting to watch your expression as I do so.. it sends shivers up my spine~" Was how she had explained it to him.

He was more than happy to let her indulge, remaining mostly still as Tsubaki fucked herself on his cocks, watching her sexy body bounce with the movements, occasionally giving a rough, sudden thrust up into her to hear her yelp and feel her squeeze even more around him.

When Tsubaki was no longer able to move her hips, Crona finished her off, holding her hips and starting to thrust up into her, bouncing her much faster than she'd been able to manage by herself.

Her expression contorted with the pleasure of it, Tsubaki able to see what she meant about loving to see it as they fucked. One final thrust and her eyes began to glaze over with the feeling of Crona's hot cum pumping into her.

She slumped back, falling onto her back from Crona's cocks. He moved her to lay with Marie and Blair, effectively joining the 'fucked into a coma' club.

He gave her one more kiss before turning his attention to those remaining. While the others had been mostly just watching, the Thompson sisters were too heated to do so it seems.

Patty had Liz pinned beneath her, making out heatedly as they groped one another. The twins had developed something on an incest kink as of late.

Much as Patty refused to admit it and hovered between annoyed and murderous when Liz went on about different scenarios they had tried or intended to, when the doors were closed, they were all over each other.

With their position as it was, Crona was able to line up to both of them. He stopped at realizing that taking them like this would mean only fucking one hole for both of them.

He took a breath, closed his eyes, focused, and attempted to grow two more, wanting them to get the same pleasure as the others. It was trickier than he had been expecting.

Seems each extra appendage grown made it exponentially harder to maintain. It took a few tries, but he managed; four long, beautiful rods ready to go. Lining up to both Liz and Patty's pussies and asses took another moment or two to do properly before he slammed in.

For once his own moans nearly matched the girls' in intensity. It seemed that making so many made them all much more sensitive than normal. His endurance would allow him to hold out of course, but it was an intense feeling that made him remember his first few times with Blair.

All three of them groaned as Crona thrust, his members sinking into both of them; slower than with the others at first as Crona got used to the greater pleasure he was feeling.

Soon, though, he got to grips with it and kicked it up a gear, hammering into them like he had with the others, their cries mixing and drowning out his own. Even with two of them and himself made more sensitive, he remained in control, steadily chipping away at the sisters' stamina as he fucked them into the bed.

Between Crona and themselves, the sister's lasted the least amount of time; though perhaps that wasn't saying much given how long all of them were able to manage these days.

As Crona felt his own release approaching, he leaned over to whisper to them.

"You don't need to worry girls, your kids won't have to live like you did, they'll never be on the streets.

They'll grow up here, happy and healthy and loved." Liz and Patty panted heavily, tears welling up a bit in their eyes as they tried and failed to say anything in response.

They let out a final, weaker moan as they felt Crona filling them up like he had with the others, both going weak against one another. He slid out and leaned down, pulling them into a loving three way kiss before bringing them to lay with the others.

Now, he turned to Maka. She was laying on her back, a large damp stop beneath her where her arousal had pooled as she watched and forced herself not to touch herself, wanting to be able to enjoy her turn to the fullest.

He smiled, starting to shift back to having just the two members before Maka asked him to stop, "Use all four on me," She asked, eyes half-lidded, "Double up in both~" The thought sent a shiver up Crona's spies, but his worry and care were still present, "Are you sure? That.. could be a lot to handle."

"I'm sure," Maka said, "Don't you wanna make sure wife gets pregnant, husband~?" She purred, intentionally pushing all the right buttons. All four members standing at attention, he approached her.

He lined himself up to her holes, pushing his tips in first before he leaned over, kissing Maka with all the love and passion he could give before thrusting his hips, forcing the thick bitch breakers into holes that weren't even meant for one at their size.

Maka's attempts to return the kiss were cut short by an understandable scream.

Maka's pupilless eyes looked the biggest they ever had as Crona genuinely struggled to work his members inside without using the kind of force that would leave permanent damage.

She tried to.. well to anything, but for a period of time that could have been just as easily five minutes as five seconds all she could do is float in an ocean of intense pleasure, hot pain, and misfiring synapses.

Finally, though, Maka managed to pull herself together just enough to get out a few words, "F-fuck me harder~"

Crona was genuinely unsure if he was surprised or not. Maka had always had the most stamina, outlasting the others even when Crona got his roughest. But this was surely a bit much for even sure.

And indeed it was, but Maka could handle quite a lot. She was gripping the bed's headboard so hard her fingers threatened to break it just as much as Crona's thrusts pushing her against it.

Crona, wanting to give her what she wanted, grit his teeth and picked up the pace, hips starting to really move to saw the many members in and out of her, forcing them deeper inside his wife and watching as her body bulged lewdly from them. Maka couldn't tell when one climax ended and another began.

The entire ten minutes was effectively a continuous orgasm, squeezing Crona on both ends tighter and tighter, milking all four rods as he worked into her. Feeling his own welling up, Crona leaned over, "I'll take care of all of you Maka, I promise. All of you and all of our children."

He kissed her again, moaning hard into it as he came, filling Maka with twice as much as everyone else has taken.

Even Crona needed a moment to recover from that intense release; and another to safely pull himself free from Maka, who's body was gripped so tight around him he worried he was stuck. He sighed as he sat himself next to her.

He was once again about to dispel the several cocks only to feel another surge of pleasure.

Blair, Marie, Liz, and Patty hadn't quite recovered, but they'd recovered enough to crawl over, and were now all working on Crona's cocks, Blair stroking one between her tits, Marie licking and sucking along another's shaft while her hand worked his sac, Liz pumping the third with both hands while Patty practically choked herself on the last.

He groaned in pleasure, relaxing and letting the girls work. Soon they were throbbing, about ready to erupt.

His moan was muffled by Maka, who had recovered enough as well by that point to lean over and capture his lips as he painted the other four with his release.

Catching his breath quickly, Crona smiled at his many lovers, "The night is young girls~"

They giggled. It was noon. But they knew from these words that they'd still be at it by tomorrow~

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