Chapter 156: Nutting In My Wives To Recover [+18]
Racheal pressed her wet slit along the length of Damain’s rigid shaft, her arousal smearing over his skin as she rocked her hips with increasing urgency.
"I can’t hold back anymore," she breathed out, her voice thick with need.
She raised herself slightly, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance before dropping down, her pussy swallowing him inch by inch until he was buried deep inside her. Upright now, she planted her hands on his abdomen and started bouncing furiously, her thighs flexing as she drove herself onto him again and again, the wet sounds of their joining filling the air.
Hazel didn’t hesitate, climbing over Damain’s head and lowering her soaked pussy onto his waiting mouth. He latched on immediately, his tongue thrusting into her folds, circling her swollen clit with firm strokes before sucking it between his lips. Hazel threw her head back, her loud moans blending with Racheal’s as waves of pleasure crashed through her body.
Ruby wedged herself into the space between the two women, her mouth descending on Racheal’s heaving breast first. She latched onto the nipple, sucking with greedy pulls while her tongue flicked the tip, then shifted to Hazel’s, drawing the peak deep into her mouth and grazing it with her teeth. She switched back and forth, her fingers squeezing the undersides of their tits to heighten the sensations.
Racheal’s rhythm grew frantic, her inner muscles clamping down on Damain’s cock as she slammed her hips down harder. He bucked up to meet her, his muffled groans vibrating against Hazel’s pussy until he couldn’t hold back. His shaft pulsed wildly, shooting ropes of hot cum straight into Racheal’s clenching depths. She rode through his climax, grinding to extract every spurt, before easing off him with a quiver, his seed trickling out as she rolled to the side, spent but watching intently.
Hazel slid forward, her pussy still throbbing from his tongue, and aligned herself over Damain’s cum-slicked cock. She impaled herself in one smooth motion, her walls hugging him tightly as she began to ride with purposeful rolls of her hips, lifting and dropping to take him fully each time. Ruby took Hazel’s vacated spot, settling her ass onto Damain’s face so his tongue could delve into her dripping hole, lapping at her entrance and teasing her rim alternately.
Racheal, catching her breath, moved silently behind Ruby. She wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist, her palms cupping Ruby’s heavy breasts and kneading them firmly, fingers rolling the nipples until they ached. Leaning in, Racheal pressed soft kisses along Ruby’s neck, her tongue tracing the curve before nipping lightly, drawing shivers from Ruby as she ground down on Damain’s mouth.
Damain’s focus split between the tight heat enveloping his cock and the flavors coating his tongue, but Hazel’s relentless pace pushed him over the edge again. He gripped her thighs, thrusting upward as his balls tightened, unleashing a fresh load of cum into her pussy, filling her until it seeped around his base. Hazel slowed, milking him with subtle squeezes, then lifted off, her thighs glistening as she moved aside.
Ruby spun around eagerly, straddling Damain’s hips and guiding his throbbing length into her soaked core. She sank down hard, then launched into a punishing ride, her ass colliding with his pelvis in sharp, forceful slaps. Her pussy gripped him like iron, twisting and squeezing with every brutal descent, forcing deep moans from Damain’s throat.
Hazel bent forward, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss, her tongue plunging between his lips to explore and dominate, sharing the taste of their shared ecstasy. Racheal flanked him from the other side, her lips brushing his neck in wet trails before sucking at the pulse point, her breath hot against his ear as she nibbled the lobe and whispered filthy praises.
The dual assault of mouths and the vise of Ruby’s pussy overwhelmed him; his muscles tensed, body jerking in spasms of raw pleasure until he exploded inside her, his cock erupting with powerful jets of cum that coated her walls and overflowed with each thrust.
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Damian’s eyes snapped open and the soft breaths of his wives were all he could hear. Ruby and Hazel flanked his sides while Racheal lay on him, her teeth still sunk into his neck. The room was quiet, wrapped in darkness, with only the pale moonlight slipping through the windows and spreading across the sheets like silver mist. Their bodies were warm against him, their breathing slow and satisfied, but Racheal remained attached to him like a starving predator unwilling to release her prey.
Gently, he patted Racheal’s back and her body jolted slightly, yet instead of stopping, her lips pressed harder against his neck and she began sucking again. Her grip tightened around his torso while her nails dug lightly into his chest.
Damian could feel his blood rushing toward his neck while she let out pleasurable moans that vibrated softly against his skin. The sensation of getting his blood sucked was a mixture of ecstasy and pain. It burned slightly as her fangs pierced him, yet the warmth spreading through his body felt intoxicating. He had gotten addicted to it and would even request for it sometimes. That was why he always enjoyed spending the night with Racheal.
Regardless, that feeling was nothing compared to what he was experiencing right now. After feeling mortal for several days in the hospital, he finally regained his demonic force and the feeling of invincibility returned. His veins pulsed with power, his heartbeat grew heavier, and his senses sharpened instantly. He did not lie, this feeling was intoxicating.
Energy flowed through him like a roaring tide breaking through a dam. His muscles tightened, his breathing deepened, and even the weight of three women clinging to him felt nonexistent. The weakness that plagued him for days vanished completely. The emptiness in his chest filled once more as his demonic heart resumed its rhythm.
He stretched his hand up into the dark room dimly illuminated by the moonlight pouring in through the windows. His fingers spread slowly as he stared at them, feeling the invisible pressure bending around his palm. It felt like a simple swing of his hand was all he needed to rip this building apart, and that would not be a lie. The air itself seemed to tremble slightly around him as his aura leaked unconsciously.
He finally had the power to change his fate.
The helplessness he felt against Duke Haborym, the humiliation of being shot by a mortal, the frustration of relying on others, all of it faded under the overwhelming surge of strength now coursing through him. This was the power he was meant to wield. This was the strength that placed him above mortals and demons alike.
Racheal finally pulled her fangs out slowly, licking the wound with a satisfied sigh before resting her head against his shoulder. The mark on his neck healed almost instantly, the skin knitting itself together as his regeneration returned to full force. Ruby tightened her hold around his arm while Hazel shifted closer, their bodies unconsciously reacting to the surge of power emanating from him.
Damian lowered his hand and stared at the ceiling with a faint, dangerous smile. The calm after weakness felt far more intoxicating than power itself.
"Open Talent Tree... It’s time to make some upgrades." He mumbled with a sinister smile.