Volume 1 – 37. Reversed Role [18+]
Lucien needed no further invitation. In a single fluid motion, he shed whatever garments still clung to his body. He then positioned himself between her splayed thighs, his already-recovering cock swinging heavy against his abdomen—rising back to its full, intimidating length with supernatural speed, hardened by the intoxicating, dizzying sight of her laid open beneath him.
The broad, flared head of his shaft kissed her entrance, pressing against the slick, puffy entrance of her cunt. He held there for one second before pushing forward.
"Hhh—" Ava inhaled sharply, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt the first thick inches of his cock stretch her entrance wide, forcing her tight, dripping folds apart around his impossible girth. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, nails tearing into the fabric, knuckles turning stark white as her body burned around him. She was tight—scorchingly, impossibly tight—and her body resisted him for a second before yielding, her slick folds parting around his girth like silk.
"That's... nnngh... good—" she panted, forcing herself to relax in order to take him. Her heels dug into the mattress, pushing her hips upward, impaling herself further on his length with agonizing slowness.
Lucien sank into her inch by inch, feeling the searing heat of her cunt grip him like a living thing, each pulse and clench drawing a low groan from his chest. When he was fully seated to the hilt—his heavy balls resting warm and flush against her ass—the world seemed to go quiet for a single perfect moment.
Then he began to move.
His pelvis slammed against hers with meaty impacts that echoed through the chamber, his cock pistoning in and out of her soaked pussy with a steady, punishing rhythm. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. The wet, obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room alongside Ava's increasingly desperate moans.
"Oh— oh fuck— YESSS— haaah!"
Her head thrashed against the matress, white hair fanning wildly across the sheets. Her tits bounced with each impact, pale and creamy, nipples aching and stiff. Her toes curled so tightly her feet cramped, and still she pushed upward, meeting every thrust with equal fervor, her cunt clutching at him greedily, milking him with each clench.
Lucien's hands found her hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh with bruising force, his grip leaving red crescents on her pale skin as he angled himself—driving his cock at a deeper trajectory, changing the angle by mere millimeters until—
There.
He found it. That spot buried deep inside her, the sensitive cluster of nerves against her cervix, and the effect was immediate and catastrophic.
"AH—! FUCK—!" she screamed, her voice shattering into pieces as white-hot pleasure detonated through her core. Her entire body seized, her back bowing off the bed in a dramatic arc, every muscle in her torso flexing. "THAT'S IT— RIGHT THERE— DON'T STOP—"
Her cunt clamped down on his shaft like a vice, her inner walls fluttering and spasm in rhythmic, uncontrollable contractions that nearly pulled him deeper by sheer suction alone. Wet, warm cream flooded around his cock, soaking him, making the next series of thrusts slicker, louder, and more obscenely wet. The wet, squelching sounds filled the chamber alongside her braying, broken cries.
From the edge of the bed, Seren watched with growing frustration—not at the spectacle, but at her own exclusion from it. She sat with her legs crossed, one hand idly stroking between her own thighs, the plain linen shift hanging loosely from her narrow shoulders, exposing the taut, toned plane of her stomach.
The plan had been simple. They were supposed to work on Seren tonight—push the Corruption back, test whether Lucien and Ava's combined effort could scrub more of it away. But watching Ava unravel to this, tears streaming freely down her tear-streaked cheeks, mouth open in a silent, mindless scream, her entire body trembling on the precipice of oblivion, Seren couldn't help but feel a faint, jealous ache.
She uncrossed her legs. Crossed them again. Bit down on her lower lip hard enough to leave an indent.
She couldn't take it anymore.
With a decisive motion, she let the shift slip entirely off her shoulders, the garment joining the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor. She padded across the rumpled sheets until she was close enough to the action, positioning herself near Ava's head, her hair falling across her forehead, her expression shifting from frustration to something akin to determination.
I'm not just going to sit here and do nothing.
She reached out and ran her fingers through Ava's tangled white hair, brushing the sweat-dampened strands from her face with surprising gentleness.
"You looked like you could use some help getting there," she murmured, though her eyes weren't on Ava. They were on Lucien, tracing the sweat-sheened muscles and the way his hips moved with those devastating blows.
Lucien turned his head back toward Seren, his dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, a grin splitting his face. "Perfect timing," he panted, voice rough and gravelly. "Remember what she did to you earlier?"
To be perfectly honest, Seren hadn't minded how viciously Ava had been dominating her moments ago. The memory alone sent a warmth blooming low in her belly. But seeing Ava reduced to nothing but a moaning, cum-leaking wreck beneath his cock, that stirred something fierce and possessive in Seren's chest.
That fierce, possessive spark in Seren's chest crystallized into singular purpose.
Without another word, Seren lowered her head, closing the distance between them. Her movements were lacking Lucien's chaotic brutality but holding an intensity all their own. Her lips brushed against Ava's, tentatively at first—barely a brush of lips, hesitant and shy despite everything—but when Ava responded with a weak, gasping moan, Seren pressed deeper. Her tongue swept into Ava's mouth with a claiming confidence that had nothing to do with the slow, methodical rhythm she brought to everything else.
One of Seren's hands cradled the back of Ava's neck, tilting her head at a better angle, supporting her as the older woman dissolved further into sensation. The other hand traced a slow, deliberate path down Ava's trembling torso—over the swell of a breast, past the taut line of her stomach, fingers leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. At some point, she paused at a nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger with a precise, teasing pressure that made Ava's hips buck involuntarily against Lucien's cock.
"Nnh—!" Ava's moan melted into a whimper as Seren's touch found the curve of her hip, tracing it with careful attention, mapping every tremor.
After a while, Seren broke the kiss, pulling back just enough that a thin strand of saliva connected their lips. Her breath ghosted over Ava's tear-wet face, hot and smelling faintly of spearmint. "Open up," she commanded, her voice a low murmur that vibrated through both of them.
Ava, lost in a fog of sensation, complied without thought, her mouth falling slack. Seren took the invitation, her thumb hooking into the side of Ava's mouth, pulling her cheek aside. Then she leaned in and spat—a glob of clear, warm saliva landing directly on Ava's tongue.
"Swallow," Seren ordered softly.
It was rather awkward for Seren, considering she wasn't a sadistic person by nature. All she knew was that Ava was a masochist, and that this sort of act would likely reduce not only Ava's Corruption, but her own as well, simply because of how intense the experience was.
Ava obeyed her, her throat bobbed visibly, the muscles of her throat constricting around the offering in a series of convulsive gulps.
"Good girl," Seren praised, deliberately filling her voice with condescending satisfaction. She released Ava's jaw and shifted downward, repositioning herself until her face was level with Ava's chest and her own chest hanging above Ava. Her dark hair tickled against the valley between Ava's breasts as she settled in, nuzzling against the soft, warm flesh.
This close, Seren could feel Ava's heartbeat racing against her lips—rapid, erratic, like a trapped bird. She could see the way each of Lucien's thrusts made her body bounce, her tits swaying and jiggling with every impact. She could smell her—sweat and musk and sex, thick and dizzying.
Seren's lips found a nipple. But not gently. She took it into her mouth and sucked—a sharp, needy pull that instantly elicited a choked, ragged "AH!" from Ava.
Seren's lips sealed around the areola and drawing it deep into her mouth. The suction was a sharp, demanding pull that wrenched another ragged cry from Ava's throat. She worked the sensitive bud with her entire mouth—her tongue a swirling, probing tip that circled the peak, her teeth scraping lightly across the surface in fleeting, dangerous touches.
There was a rhythm to it. A deliberate cadence. Seren timed the pulls of her mouth to match Lucien's brutal pace below—creating a symphony of agony and ecstasy that synchronized with the violent rocking of the bed. Every time Lucien's cock slammed home, stretching Ava's cunt and forcing a hoarse scream from her lungs, Seren would suck harder, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, amplifying the sensation tenfold.
Ava's reaction was obvious. Her hands flew from the sheets, fingers digging into Seren's long hair, gripping tight—not to push her away, but to hold her in place, to anchor herself against the overwhelming tide.
Lucien's voice cut through them.
"Seren. Bring your hips closer to me."
The words cut through the haze of pleasure like a blade. For a split second, she froze, before understanding dawned instantly.
Without breaking contact, she began to shift her position carefully, sliding down beside Ava. She kept her mouth firmly on the elf's nipple, her body curling slightly, her hips angling outward and toward Lucien even as she remained partially draped over Ava's side.
Her free hand braced against the mattress, knuckles whitening. Her ass tilted upward, presenting itself to Lucien in a position that was simultaneously submissive and defiant—the posture of someone who wanted this but refused to make it easy for anyone.
Lucien wasted no time. As soon as Seren settled into position, one of his hands abandoned Ava's hip and traveled upward along the curve of Seren's spine—feeling the way her back arched and how her shoulder blades tensed in anticipation. His palm found the swell of her ass and squeezed, fingers sinking into the plush flesh with a possessive firmness that made Seren's breath hitch around Ava's nipple.
His fingers slid downward, tracing the seam of her ass, before dipping lower—to the slick, swollen junction of her cunt. Seren was absolutely soaked, her inner walls clenching involuntarily at the first brush of his fingertip against her entrance. A choked moan vibrated around Ava's nipple as Lucien's touch registered, her thighs twitching and her toes curling reflexively against the rumpled sheets.
He eased two fingers inside with a single, firm press. The slip-slip-slip of his digits sinking into her wet heat was audible in the charged silence, accompanied by a soft, obscene squelch that made Seren's face burn even hotter against Ava's skin. Inside, her walls were tight, rippling and squeezing around his fingers as if trying to pull them deeper, her body responding to the intrusion with greedy contractions.
Lucien curled his fingers upward, searching, until he found the rough, textured patch of tissue along her front wall. When his fingertips grazed it, Seren's entire body jerked—her hips stuttering, her mouth tearing away from Ava's breast with a wet pop as a strangled cry ripped from her throat.
"Nhnhgh—!!"
But she didn't let go for long. A second later, Seren's jaw snapped closed. With a ferocity that surprised even herself, she sharpened her bite, her teeth sinking deliberately into the soft, sensitive flesh surrounding Ava's nipple. It wasn't a true bite meant to break skin, but a hard, possessive clamp, a grounding anchor against the storm Lucien was unleashing within her.
The effect was instantaneous. Ava cried out, her body arching in a new way—this time, not just from the pounding she was receiving, but from the sharp, exquisite pain that bloomed from her breast. Her hand flew from Seren's hair to the back of her neck, fingers digging in, holding her in place.
"Yes! Fuck—Seren!" Ava gasped, the word torn from her amidst the grunts and moans Lucien's thrusts forced from her.
Seren held on, her body a warzone of conflicting signals. Lucien's fingers continued their relentless assault, stroking and pressing against her G-spot in a rhythm designed to unmake her. Her cunt spasmed violently around his hand, flooding his palm with fresh waves of slickness. Her hips rolled and bucked, seeking both escape and deeper penetration. But her focus remained anchored on the taste of Ava's skin, the salty tang of sweat, and the iron grip of the elf's hand on her neck.
Ava was caught in a maelstrom: Lucien's raw power hammering her body, Seren's focused, intimate attention on her breasts, and Seren herself being actively claimed by Lucien.
Lucien leaned down, bypassing Seren entirely, and drove his mouth deep into Ava's, claiming her with a forceful, consuming kiss.
Ava let out a long, drawn-out keen—a sound that was half-painful sob, half-unadulterated ecstasy—as the combined assault reached a critical, shattering mass. Her entire body seized, a violent, synchronized tremor running through her frame that mirrored the punishing cadence of Lucien’s rhythm.
"Ah—!" Ava cried out, her voice cracking under the strain, her back arching violently high off the bed. Her movements devolved into frantic, desperate spasms; her inner walls contracted around Lucien with painful suction, slicking him further, making the sounds of their coupling wetter, louder, and obscenely lewd.
"Ngh—! Take it all!" Lucien grunted, his voice guttural with effort.
With a final series of brutal, driving thrusts, Lucien buried himself to the hilt in Ava, his cock pulsing with intense urgency, releasing a torrent of hot, thick seed deep within her depths. Simultaneously, Seren’s own climax detonated within her like a tidal wave. Her hips bucked wildly against Lucien’s hand, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers while her teeth clamped down hard on Ava’s breast, drawing sharp, involuntary cries from the woman beneath them.
The room itself seemed to vibrate, resonating with the sheer intensity of their mutual peak—the wet, slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh, the sharp cries and ragged gasps of pleasure, the heavy, musky scent of sex hanging thick and suffocating in the air. It was a moment of raw, unfettered connection between three bodies intertwined in lust.
As the aftershocks slowly subsided, they collapsed—limbs tangled, skin slick with sweat, the sheets beneath them ruined beyond salvation. Lucien's softening cock slipped free of Ava with a quiet, wet sound, and a thin rivulet of cum immediately began its lazy journey down her inner thigh.
Without ceremony or hesitation, Lucien extricated Seren’s mouth from Ava’s breast, then maneuvered himself between the two women, gathering them into his arms. He pulled them close against his chest, his embrace firm and proprietary.
Seren lay draped over Lucien's arm, her brown hair a dark, damp fan against her forehead and neck. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused, staring blankly at the ceiling above. Her breathing came in shallow, uneven pants, and one of her hands rested limply on his pectoral muscle, her fingers curled and still.
Ava lay with her head nestled against Lucien's opposite shoulder, her crimson eyes half-lidded as a distant, dreamy quality settled into her features. As the last tremors of her orgasm receded, her body felt boneless, liquid, utterly spent. A soft, deeply contented sigh escaped her parted lips. She began tracing slow, idle circles on Lucien's chest with one fingertip, her touch light and teasing.
"Should we... do it again?" Ava murmured, her voice carrying a playful, languid drawl. Her leg shifted, her smooth thigh sliding sensually against Lucien's.
Seren offered no response. She was adrift, her consciousness dissolving like sugar in warm water, lost in the lingering haze of pleasure.
Lucien chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest and into the bodies pressed against him. "I think we should, yeah.”