Free Web NovelChapter 512: Chapter 512
"You came inside her," Jessica said, her voice low, appreciative. She gathered some of the cum on her fingers, brought it to her lips, tasted it slowly. Her eyes fluttered closed. "Still tastes like him. Like power."
Lyra watched her, a possessive glint in her amber gaze. "He’s going to fill you next. I want to watch."
Satou’s cock stirred again, responding to the words, the sight of Jessica licking his release from her fingers. The divine essence in his blood accelerated his recovery—another gift from Khar’razoth he hadn’t fully explored. He was hardening again, faster than any hobgoblin should.
Lyra felt it beneath her, her inner walls still sensitive, and she gasped. "Already?"
"The god in him," Jessica murmured, her hand replacing Lyra’s, wrapping around his re-engorged shaft. She stroked him, watching it grow, watching the silver veins throb beneath the dark green skin. "He’s going to fuck us all night."
"Yes," Satou said, his voice rough. He reached for Jessica, pulling her up, turning her until she was on her hands and knees facing Lyra. Her cunt was slick from their earlier activities, her ass lifted, presented. He positioned himself behind her. "I need to be inside you."
Lyra lay back, propping herself on her elbows, watching. She spread her own legs, fingers already dipping into her still-sensitive folds, touching herself as she watched Satou press his cock against Jessica’s entrance. "Look at you," Lyra breathed. "So ready for him."
Jessica pushed back, impaling herself on his length in one desperate motion. The sound she made was deep, guttural—a hobgoblin’s cry of pure carnal satisfaction. Her claws gouged the sheets as he filled her, stretching her in ways she’d craved for thirty agonizing nights.
"Fuck, Satou," she gasped, her forehead pressing into the mattress. "Don’t hold back. I can take it."
He didn’t. His hips slammed forward, and the bed frame groaned. His hands gripped her waist, claws dimpling her green skin as he set a punishing rhythm—fast, deep, each stroke driving him to the hilt. The month of deprivation made him wild, made him go hard, made him want to blur the lines between pleasure and pain.
Lyra watched, her fingers working her clit in frantic circles. "Harder," she urged. "Make her scream."
Satou growled, low in his chest, and he slapped Jessica’s ass—a sharp crack that left a red handprint on her green skin. She moaned into the mattress, pushing back against him. He did it again, harder, and her moan turned into a raw, open-throated cry.
"More," she demanded. "Give me more."
He fucked her with a primal intensity, his balls slapping against her cunt, the sound wet and obscene. Pre-cum mixed with her own arousal, making each thrust slicker, louder. Lyra’s breathing quickened as she watched, her own climax building just from the sight.
"Satou—" Jessica’s voice broke. "Right there, right—"
He angled his hips, hitting the spot that made her whole body shudder, and she came with a scream that was almost a howl. Her cunt clenched around him, convulsing, and he kept thrusting through it, driving her climax deeper, longer. Her arms gave out, her face buried in the pillow, her body shaking.
Satou pulled out while she was still quivering, turning her over onto her back. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, positioned himself, and drove back into her in one smooth motion. Jessica’s eyes flew open, wide with shock and pleasure.
"Again," he said, his voice a command. "I’m not done."
Lyra crawled closer, her own hand still working between her thighs, her face inches from Jessica’s. She kissed her—tusks clinking gently, lips soft and hungry. "Taste yourself on his cock," Lyra whispered against her mouth. "After he fills you, I’m going to lick you clean."
Jessica’s eyes rolled back as Satou fucked her through the aftershocks, building her toward another peak. The room filled with their sounds—the wet slap of flesh, the grunts and moans, the creak of the bed, the sharp intakes of breath. They were animals, starved and finally fed, and they weren’t nearly sated.
Satou felt the pressure building, the warmth coiling at the base of his spine. He drove deeper, harder, his rhythm losing its precision as the climax took him. "Take it," he growled. "Take all of it."
Jessica’s second orgasm hit her like a wave, and she cried out against Lyra’s mouth as Satou spilled inside her—hot, thick, and seemingly endless. His hips jerked, his hands gripping her thighs so hard he knew he’d leave bruises. She didn’t care. She wanted them. Wanted every mark.
When he finally stilled, panting, his forehead pressed to her knee, the room fell into a heavy, charged silence. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and Lyra’s soft, slow fingers still moving over her own clit.
Satou pulled out slowly, and his cum spilled from Jessica’s cunt, pooling on the sheets. Lyra lowered herself between Jessica’s legs before he could even ask, her tongue darting out to taste the mixture of them, her eyes closing in satisfaction.
"Mine," she murmured against Jessica’s slick folds. "Both of you. All of you."
Satou collapsed beside them, reaching out to run his hand through Lyra’s hair as she continued her ministrations, cleaning Jessica with devoted attention. Jessica’s hand found his, fingers lacing together.
"We’ve got all night," Satou murmured, his voice thick. "And we’re going to need it."
Lyra looked up from between Jessica’s thighs, her chin glistening, her tusks bared in a feral grin. "I haven’t had my turn yet," she said. "And I plan to take a long, long time."
Jessica laughed, breathless and sated but already stirring with renewed interest. "Then get up here," she said, pulling Lyra up to kiss her, tasting herself on Lyra’s lips. "We’ve got a lot of time to make up for."
Author Note; freewebnσvel.cѳm
Hello its author here , i am here to apologize about Chapter 511 , i sincerely apologize , i was so busy and tired with school that i missed the Chapters up.
