CHAPTER 38: [R18]DEVIL’S THREE-WAY(4)

They leaned in closer, tasting, moaning under their breath. Lina was the first to speak, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and then licking that clean too.

"Nash... what the hell did you eat?" she muttered, half-laughing, half-breathless. "This stuff tastes like... like it’s better than my lunch."

Sarra nodded shyly, her tongue still running over her lips.

"It’s... really good. Like weirdly good."

They crawled toward him, eyes locked onto his slowly softening cock, their bodies warm and trembling with the aftershocks of lust.

Nash, still catching his breath, blinked in disbelief.

What the hell... he thought. That can’t be normal.

Then it hit him. The system. It had to be the system.

"Shit," he mumbled. "This might be part of it... some passive effect."

The system had turned him into a literal food source. Hell, with all the bullshit of the system, he might as well being more nutritious than the healthiest milk.

But the girls weren’t asking for permission. They were leaning in again, mouths hovering, nostrils flaring. The scent was rising, rich, thick, pulling them in again.

Nash flinched as Lina’s hand wrapped around his shaft. She started stroking it slowly, her grin wide and a little too euphoric.

"King of the night can’t abandon his kingdom now," she whispered, her voice playful. Then, with a sing-song tease: "This is your kingdom com~"

Nash groaned.

"Lina, chill. Seriously, maybe we should rest—"

But the warmth from their breath and hands was already making the heat return. His body was trying to obey even while his cock throbbed from overuse.

"You just need the right motivation," Lina grinned, eyes flashing. "And I’ve got the perfect one."

With that, she turned and grabbed Sarra by the arm. Sarra blinked, confused, but before she could say anything, Lina gently pushed her down onto all fours.

"W-Wait, what are you—"

"Relax," Lina said, voice low and mischievous. "You wanted your turn, right?"

Sarra flushed, her hands planting on the floor, her knees spreading. She tried to protest, but Lina was already guiding her hips up, adjusting her until her ass was high and exposed, trembling slightly.

Then, with a soft moan, Lina brought her own fingers between her legs. Her pussy was still soaked, swollen and messy from everything earlier.

As her fingers slid inside, a thick trail of cum clung to her skin, sticky and glistening.

She moaned louder as she pulled them out slowly, letting the creamy mixture run down her knuckles and palm.

"Look at this," Lina breathed, holding her fingers up.

The mix of cum and her slick coated her hand in glossy foam, dripping down in lazy threads. The scent alone made Sarra tremble.

Then Lina moved. Before Sarra could speak, Lina brought her coated fingers lower, pressing the mess against Sarra’s tight, twitching anus.

"L-Lina, wait! Don’t put that—" Sarra’s voice cracked in protest, her body flinching.

But Lina didn’t stop. She pushed gently, insistently, until her fingers began to slip inside. Sarra gasped, back arching hard.

"A-ah! Lina!"

"Stop clenching," Lina giggled, her voice sweet and smug. "You’re trapping me in every time you fight back. Just breathe."

Nash stared, stunned, cock twitching despite the soreness. Lina was fingering Sarra’s ass thoroughly, coating the inside with the creamy mess like she was preparing a dish.

Sarra moaned again, her cheeks red and her breath shallow.

Then Lina looked back at him with a wicked grin.

"Today, she’s losing all her firsts," she purred, slowly pulling her fingers free. A glistening trail stretched between Sarra’s ass and her hand, thick and obscene.

She held it up like a prize.

"Come on, King. Time to claim your throne."

Nash’s pupils dilated. His cock hardened instantly.

Nash’s pupils dilated. His cock hardened instantly.

His mind went blank.

Every rational thought collapsed under the weight of what was in front of him.

His cock throbbed, painfully so, but there was no escape from this. No way he could say no.

This was beyond temptation. This was a once-in-a-lifetime, soul-devouring moment. A dream wrapped in skin and scent and sound.

Sarra.

Her body was beyond beautiful, it was legendary. Her ass, now lifted, trembling slightly in the air, was divine.

Full, smooth, perfect in shape and motion. It held a power of its own, the kind that begged for worship and punishment all at once.

It jiggled with a hypnotic rhythm even as she remained still, and his eyes locked onto it like it was the center of the world.

Her anus, now slick with Lina’s mess, glistened obscenely in the low light. A thin sheen of cum and juice coated the soft ring in a sticky halo, clinging to every wrinkle, every twitch.

It pulsed gently, as if it too was aware of what was coming, as if it too wanted to feel him.

Sarra’s face turned halfway back. Her eyes peeked behind her shoulder, wide, flushed, unsure, but she wasn’t moving. She wasn’t protesting. Her body stayed posed, like she had accepted it. Offered it.

Nash groaned under his breath. His cock twitched in rejection of the pain.

Fuck it.

He stepped forward on shaking knees, lowering himself behind her like a man bowing before an altar.

His hands slid across her hips. His breath dragged out as he guided himself in, the head pressing against her slicked, twitching rim.

There was resistance, tight, hot, unreal.

Sarra gasped sharply, her whole body going stiff. Her fingers clawed at the floor.

Nash pressed forward slowly, inch by inch. The pressure built, then gave, and he felt the ring part around him, stretching tight as her body welcomed him in.

"H-Hnnngh!" Sarra’s cry broke sharp and high, somewhere between shock and pain.

Her ass clenched hard, pulling him deeper.

Nash groaned through gritted teeth, each pulse of her heat making him twitch. He kept sliding in, slowly, gently, until he bottomed out.

Sarra screamed softly, her voice sharp but fading quickly into a long, trembling moan, high, feminine, desperate. Her back arched harder, her toes curled, her fingers clawing at the floor.

"Aaahhhhnnn... N-Nash..."

Her ass sealed around Nash’s cock like a vice wrapped in velvet.

He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe.

This... was heaven through hellfire.

He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe.

This... was heaven through hellfire.

Her body fought him at first. Every thrust felt like dragging fire through silk, tight, dry, scared.

Sarra whimpered, her voice cracking, eyes squeezed shut.

"I-it hurts... I don’t know if I can—"

Nash could hear her plea. The aphrodisiac sperm could make it easier to slip in, but it was still hard to perform.

He had to stop, but it was hard. Every nerve in his body urged to keep going.

Her tightness was unreal, hot, trembling, strangling him in a grip that made his vision blur. His instincts surged, hips twitching forward.

He gritted his teeth and locked his muscles.

Control...Think....

He swallowed hard, his mind racing through every memory of porn marathons from his teenage years.

The amateur ones, the messy first times, the whispered advice and muffled groans.

"Okay... okay," he whispered, more to himself. Then, louder. "Sarra... relax your stomach. It helps. And keep breathing deep. Let it stretch. You’re doing great."

Sarra whimpered, her breath stuttering.

"I-it feels so strange... like I’m splitting..."

It was tight, like pressure building from the inside, not sharp, but full, stretching in a way she never felt before.

The lube helped, but it didn’t stop the ache. It was thick, raw, like her body didn’t know if it should hold on or give in.

There was a burn at first, like being filled too fast with something too big, and every little twitch made her shudder.

But under the pressure, there was something warmer, and as it continued, the sting softened, turning into a throb that pulsed low in her belly.

It was intense. Overwhelming. But she started to get used to it.

Nash’s hand slid from her waist to her belly, resting there with light pressure.

"Here. Focus here. Breathe through it. And if it burns... Let me know."

Sarra nodded slowly. Her body twitched, but this time she didn’t flinch away. She steadied herself, the tight clench in her body easing just enough for him to breathe again.

Nash waited. Then gently, he moved again.

Seconds stretched. Then Sarra nodded, small and trembling. He stayed inside her, buried deep, his hands gripping her waist like she might vanish.

Her inner walls clamped around him, pulsing with desperate tightness, each throb like a heartbeat drawn straight from her core.

The ring of her ass stretched wide around his girth, leftover cum slicking the path but doing little to dull the raw resistance.

His cock pressed deeper, dragging along the twitching inner ridges that gripped and fluttered around him, suctioning with instinctive, trembling spasms.

Every inch felt like a war between pain and need, her anus slowly molding to him with each motion. The friction was brutal, hot, gripping, alive, like her body was swallowing him in reverse.

The deeper he went, the more he felt it: her body trembling, yielding, slick walls clutching him like they didn’t want to let go.

Sarra’s pain spilled out in low, broken moans:

"Ah... ahh... nnngh... it burns..."

But her hips didn’t pull away. Instead, they rocked, hesitantly.

"N-Nash..." she moaned, a tremor in her voice, "It feels... weird."

"Tell me if it hurts too much."

"It does... but... don’t stop."

She pushed back, softly at first. Her rhythm clumsy. Nash began to move in return, small thrusts that matched her pace.

The pain in her voice thinned into gasps. Her breath caught on every slow slide, her lips parting wider with each stroke.

"Ah... a-ahhh... fffuck... Nash..." she moaned, raw and high.

Her fingers clawed the ground, her body trembling from the sting and the stretch.

The tight ring around Nash’s cock burned with every shift but began to throb with something darker, deeper.

Her arousal dripped down her thighs, thick and wet, betraying just how much her body was beginning to crave the violation.

Her head dropped, breath ragged. Then, almost shyly, she lifted it.

Sarra arched her back slowly, breath catching in her throat. Her hands pressed down flat, trembling, and her hips rolled.

Her ass bounced back onto him with a timid rhythm, tight and needy.

One bounce.

Another.

Then her body moved with his.

"A-ahh... N-Nash... i-it’s so big... it’s s-stretching me so much... but... d-don’t stop..." she whimpered, her voice soft and shaky.

Nash growled low, grabbing her hips as she started to meet him. Her ass clapped against his hips, her hole gripping and fluttering around him.

Sarra’s eyes fluttered, a dazed smile curling her lips. Her tongue peeked out, breath catching with each slap of skin.

"Haaah... ahh~ y-yes... mmm~ m-more... just... l-like that... fuck...~!"

She moved now, riding him in full, hips tilting, ass grinding back on his cock as it drilled into her. All the pain was gone.

Just heat and stretch and slick, endless rhythm.