Chapter 433: Breeding Rights & Bragging Rights
"Yours," she moaned, pushing back against . "All yours. Always yours."
I slid my hand from her breast down to where our bodies joined, finding her clit again. She was swollen and sensitive from her first orgasm, and she jerked at my touch.
"Too much," she gasped, but didn’t move away.
"Take it," I commanded, circling her clit with firm, relentless pressure. "Take everything I give you."
Her body trembled, caught between pleasure and overstimulation. I leaned over her, bringing my mouth to her ear.
"I want you to co again," I whispered. "I want them to see what you look like when you fall apart completely. When you’re nothing but mine."
A shudder ran through her. "Close," she whimpered. "So close."
"Look at them," I said, not slowing my pace. "Look at them watching you co undone."
She turned her head, making eye contact with our audience. That was all it took. Her second orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her entire body convulsing around , inner muscles clamping down so tight it was almost painful.
This ti I couldn’t hold back. The sight of her coming while our audience watched, the feeling of her spasming around , it was too much. I buried myself to the hilt inside her and let go, pumping her full of my release with a groan that ca from sowhere primal and possessive.
"Yes," she gasped, grinding back against
to milk every last drop. "Give it all to ."
I collapsed on top of her, both of us breathing hard. After a mont, I rolled to the side, pulling her with
so she ended up sprawled across my chest. The frost on her skin had completely lted, leaving her flushed and glistening with sweat.
"Holy shit," Akari whispered, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room. "That was..."
"Intense," Skylar finished, looking at us with newfound respect. The permanent boredom in her eyes had been replaced by sothing like hunger.
Emi couldn’t even speak, just stared at us with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Beside her, Cel looked thoughtful, her analytical mind clearly processing what she’d witnessed.
Natalia lifted her head from my chest, giving them all a smug smile. "And that’s why I’m his queen," she announced.
I laughed, pulling her closer. "Still so fucking competitive."
She turned to , lowering her voice so only I could hear. "You didn’t pull out."
"You told
not to," I replied, matching her volu. "Practically begged for it, actually."
A complicated emotion passed across her face – sothing vulnerable and hopeful that she rarely allowed anyone to see. "What if..."
I knew what she was asking. This wasn’t the first ti we’d had this conversation, usually in whispers late at night when she thought I was half-asleep.
"Then we deal with it," I said simply. "Together."
She searched my face for a mont, then nodded, seemingly satisfied with what she found there. Her hand drifted to her stomach in an unconscious gesture that made sothing tighten in my chest.
"Don’t get ahead of yourself," I murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "It was just once."
"Just once today," she corrected with a small smile. "The night’s not over."
I glanced at the other won in the room. Akari and Skylar were engaged in so kind of whispered argunt. Emi had curled up at the foot of the bed, watching us with soft eyes. And Cel... Cel was looking at Natalia’s hand on her stomach with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
"No," I agreed, turning back to Natalia. "It’s definitely not over."
She pressed a kiss to my chest, right over my heart. "Good," she whispered. "Because I’m nowhere near done with you."
I was still catching my breath from Natalia when Akari launched herself at
like a missile.
"My turn again," she announced, crawling over Natalia’s sprawled form without any of Skylar’s pretense of dignity. Her erald eyes sparkled with sothing dangerous and playful. "You’ve recovered, right?"
"Jesus," I muttered, but my body was already responding, the System’s enhancent doing its work. "What are you, a vampire?"
"Close." She straddled my chest, not my hips, and grabbed my face with both hands. "I want another taste of that Nectar before we do anything else."
Her mouth crashed against mine before I could respond. The kiss was aggressive, all tongue and teeth and competitive energy. She kissed like she was trying to win sothing, like there was a scoreboard sowhere keeping track. The Nectar flooded between us instantly, and I felt her entire body shudder on top of .
She broke away, panting. "Fuck, that’s so good. How do you not just walk around kissing people all day?"
"Self-control," I said, then noticed Cel had moved closer, settling near my head with her silver-white hair falling around us like a curtain.
"May I?" Cel asked, her voice soft but direct.
"You don’t have to ask permission to kiss ."
She leaned down, her hair brushing against my face as her lips found mine. Where Akari had been aggressive, Cel was exploratory. Careful. Curious. Her kiss tasted like winter and sothing sweet I couldn’t na. When the Nectar hit her system, she made a small sound of surprise against my mouth and pulled back, eyes wide.
"That’s quite sothing," she murmured, one hand resting on my chest. Her fingers were cold but not unpleasant.
Movent at my feet caught my attention. Emi had positioned herself there, kneeling between my legs with that determined expression she got when healing soone particularly injured.
"I want to try again," she said, reaching for my cock with both hands. "I want to be better at it."
"Emi, you were perfect the first ti."
"But I can improve." Those little blue antennae bobbed with the force of her conviction, her reddish-brown eyes holding the sa fierce resolve I’d seen her use when she was trying to stabilise soone bleeding out on a battlefield. "I want to make you feel as good as you make
feel."
Akari let out a low, delighted laugh from where she was draped across my chest, her warm weight a comfortable anchor in all the surrounding chaos. "Girl’s got ambition. I like it."
Emi wrapped both hands around
and I groaned, the sound punched out of
before I could moderate it. Her touch was exploratory at first, tentative, like she was still learning the shape of sothing she intended to master.
She leaned down slowly, pressed a kiss to the tip with a delicate softness, then took
into her mouth. The wet heat was instant and absolute, spreading up through my core like a wave I had no hope of bracing against.
"Shit," I breathed, my hips jerking up with an involuntary mind of their own.
Akari sealed her mouth over mine in the sa mont, her tongue invading with the confident, proprietary energy of soone staking a territorial claim and daring the world to contest it.
Above my head, Cel had resud threading her cold fingers through my hair, the motion slow and rhythmic and sohow more intimate than anything else happening to my body in this mont.
And between my legs, Emi found her rhythm, her confidence building in real ti, taking
deeper with each deliberate bob of her head as though she were cataloguing every sound I made and adjusting accordingly.
Then Skylar materialised at my side.
She didn’t announce herself. Didn’t ask permission or make a performance of it. She simply reached down, wrapped her fingers around my wrist, and guided two of my fingers to her lips.
Her violet eyes, that srising wash of pale purple, found mine and held them as she drew my fingers into her mouth. Her tongue curled around them with the sa lazy, devastating skill she’d used earlier, cheeks hollowing on each slow pull.
My brain did not malfunction gradually. It simply stopped.
Four won. Four entirely distinct registers of sensation. All of it happening simultaneously, all of it real.
Akari’s kisses, aggressive and hungry, tasting of ambition and barely-leashed chaos, the kind of kiss that felt like a negotiation you were already losing. Cel’s fingers moving through my hair with a careful, wondering tenderness, gentle in a way that suggested she was still surprised by her own desire to offer it.
Emi between my legs, no longer tentative, learning
with a focused dedication that sent heat crawling up the back of my thighs every ti she took
deeper. And Skylar with those half-lidded eyes still locked on mine, working my fingers like she had all the ti in the world and intended to use every second of it.
"This is not fair," I managed to get out sowhere between Akari’s kisses, my voice rougher than I intended.
Natalia’s laugh drifted over from sowhere to my left, warm and knowing and richly satisfied with itself. "Welco to my world, King."
The Nectar was still cycling through all of us, that strange, golden feedback loop of amplified sensation and sothing that felt uncomfortably close to genuine desire, the boundary between the two dissolving faster than I could track.
I couldn’t tell anymore where the enhancent ended and the real thing began, and so part of , the part that usually kept ticulous records of such distinctions, had stopped caring.
Emi moaned softly around , and the vibration travelled the full length of my spine, cresting sowhere at the base of my skull.
Cel’s fingers tightened in my hair, a sharp, grounding counterpoint.
Skylar dragged her teeth with deliberate gentleness along the pads of my fingers before releasing them entirely, turning her mouth to my ear instead, her breath a slow burn against the shell of it.
"You wanted all of us," she murmured, her voice pitched low enough that the words were only ever ant for . "So take all of us."
Reviews
All reviews (0)