CHAPTER 39: [R18]DEVIL’S THREE-WAY(5)

And then the rhythm broke into something wilder. The pleasure tore through Nash, raw and erasing his mind.

Her ass now slammed back against him with hunger. The plump cheeks rippled every time their bodies collided, her tightness swallowing him whole, stretching around his cock like her body had been crafted to take every inch.

He groaned, grabbing her ass hard, squeezing it like it owed him answers. The flesh gave under his grip, thick and perfect, like it defied biology itself. How was she built like this? How was that biologically allowed?

His fingers dug deep, leaving red handprints, pulling her harder into each thrust until the impact echoed off the walls.

Sarra gasped, but it wasn’t pain anymore. It was rapture.

Something shifted inside her, a warmth exploding through her gut as Nash’s seed, smeared inside from earlier, finally activated its hidden gift.

The aphrodisiac kicked in.

Her entire body burned with pleasure. Her knees buckled, her mouth fell open.

"Ah—ahhh... N-Nash... y-you’re... it’s so deep... I-I can’t... I love it... I c-can’t... stop... feeling you... Ahh... I’m losing myself... Ah-ahh... P-please... don’t pull out... I-I want this... I want to be yours... Ahhh..."

She glanced back, and for a heartbeat, time froze. Nash’s body was bathed in heat and shadows, muscles flexing, eyes blazing with desire and care. Not just lust, she saw reverence.

To her, he looked like an angel. Her angel. The one who had seen everything about her.

He had sucked her breasts, drunk her moans, taken her virginity. And now, he was inside the one place no one else would ever reach. She wasn’t a girl anymore, she was his, completely.

She arched high, hands steadying, tongue lolling, eyes half-lidded.

"Ahhh—haaahh~ I-it’s too... good!... I-I can’t... I can’t... Nash... I feel you!... everywhere!... I-I want you to see all of me... j-just you... only you!..."

He slammed forward with a growl, burying himself to the base, her ass clapping wet against him. She screamed again, eyes rolling back, heart bursting in pleasure as her body quaked.

She was his forest now. Every nerve, every hidden part, marked and mapped by him.

She pushed back harder, no hesitation now, the rhythm raw and messy and hers. She was no longer quiet. She was alive, undone, and devoted.

And she loved that.

Lina, fingering herself, laughed breathlessly from the side, watching her friend fall apart.

"Damn, Sarra... you’re feral. Didn’t know you had it in you."

She winked at Nash.

"Don’t hold back on her now. Rearrange her guts. I want to see her try to sit down tomorrow."

Nash’s heart thundered. Her words reached him like a command. He clenched Sarra’s hips, growled low, and thrust deep, harder than before, until he felt her clamp around him like a seal.

Then he came. A final explosion deep inside her.

Sarra screamed, but it was a sob of pleasure.

Her body pushed back to meet him, slamming her hips against his as if she could pull him even deeper.

Her teeth clenched. Her eyes, wide and glassy, were locked on some distant star only she could see.

She trembled violently, lips parted, a moan trapped in her throat as her body twitched.

Then her arms gave out. She collapsed forward, ass up, her face pressing to the floor, hair stuck to her sweat-slicked face, her expression blank in ecstasy.

Nash slowly pulled back, his cock sliding out with a wet, lewd sound. Sarra gasped.

Her anus gaped open for a beat, then twitched shut, struggling to hold all that had been poured into her. But it failed.

A thick, creamy wave of cum pushed out, spilling in slow pulses from her stretched hole, sliding down between her thighs in fat, warm trails.

And through it all, her soft, breathless smile never faded.

Nash leaned back on his hands, breath shallow, heart still pounding like he was mid-game.

His cock throbbed in the air, glazed and twitching, the tip red and pulsing with leftover heat. His body tried to cool down, but the sight in front of him wouldn’t let go.

Sarra lay on the floor, completely undone, cheeks flushed, lips parted, her ass still twitching as cum leaked from her slowly closing hole. It was hypnotic, like a dream he wasn’t sure he’d earned.

"This was perfect," he murmured.

For a few long seconds, he couldn’t even feel his limbs. His soul felt half out of his body, floating, weightless. He stared, mind blank, cock slowly softening.

And then he felt another pressure.

Lina.

She slid into his lap from the side like she belonged there, her thighs folding over his hips, arms snaking around his shoulders.

Nash blinked, startled, his mouth opening in reflex.

"Wait—"

Too late.

Her hand found his cock, slick and sensitive, and guided him straight into her soaked pussy.

They both moaned at once.

"Nnhh~ finally," Lina whispered, biting her lip as she ground her hips down.

Nash gasped, arms trembling.

"I-I’m... I don’t know if I can—"

"Shh," she whispered, beginning to rock on him, slow circles that made him twitch.

"You just lay back, king," she whispered, her mouth at his ear now. "Let me do the work."

Her body rolled, then bounced. She began to ride him in earnest, each slap of her thighs louder than the last. Her voice turned into low moans, building.

"Mmm~ so deep... you’re still so hard... even after wrecking Sarra... you really are built different..."

Nash’s eyes rolled upward, staring at the ceiling as his overstimulated cock pulsed inside her. He couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain anymore.

How long could he even last like this?

And she was only getting started.

Time lost all meaning. The room was a haze of movement and breath, skin slick with sweat, steam rising off their bodies like vapor from a forge. Every sound was wet, deep, desperate.

Lina straddled Nash with a hunger that bordered on worship.

Her hands braced on his chest, nails digging into muscle as she rolled her hips, then bounced with reckless rhythm.

His shaft throbbed inside her, fully hard, pulsing. Nash grunted, his back arching as he erupted inside her, heat flooding her in thick, trembling waves.

Lina gasped, her head tilting back as her body quaked from the inside out.

Sarra crawled forward the moment Lina collapsed against his chest. Her fingers wrapped gently around his slickened length, guiding it with a shy but burning urgency.

"M-my turn," she whispered, voice shaking.

She turned around and lowered herself onto him in reverse cowgirl, gasping as her stretched body accepted him again.

Her hips trembled as she settled in, tight and slick from earlier, the angle pulling a broken moan from both of them.

Nash gripped her thighs, watching as she began to move, bouncing harder, faster, her shy moans melting into gasps of pleasure.

Another orgasm pulsed through him, and he filled her again.

Lina kissed her neck from behind. The three bodies moved in rotating rhythm, every position melting into the next.

Lina braced herself on the bed, taking him from behind while Sarra straddled his face, her thighs squeezing his head, soft cries pouring from her lips as his tongue drove her over the edge.

Then it was Sarra beneath him in missionary, eyes locked on his, her legs wrapped around his waist. She kissed him like she couldn’t breathe without him, moaning into his mouth as he moved deeper, slower, more intense.

Lina traced fingers down his back, licking salt from his skin.

Together, the three moved like one.

Nash lay flat, overwhelmed. Lina lowered onto him, taking his full length while Sarra climbed onto his face again, her soft body trembling as she rocked against his mouth.

His hands clutched both of them, trying to hold reality together.

Later, Sarra bent over, her body stretched wide, and Lina laid beneath her, their bodies stacked. Nash moved between them, first inside one, then the other.

He pumped slowly, then with building urgency, eyes rolling from the sheer overstimulation. The air was thick with moans and skin against skin.

Again and again they switched: Sarra on top, bouncing hard; Lina from behind; both wrapped around him at once, mouths and fingers everywhere.

At one point, Sarra lay beneath Lina, their bodies flushed and trembling, Nash taking both from above in a grueling rhythm.

Sweat dripped from his jaw onto their skin. Every thrust dragged moans and pleas from them. He couldn’t stop. They didn’t want him to.

Hours passed in a blur of limbs and breath. Every possible position: doggystyle, cowgirl, sideways, kneeling, bridged.

Their bodies learned each other, again and again.

In the final moments, Lina rode him hard one last time, body slick, her voice cracking from overstimulation. Sarra curled next to her, kissing her neck, holding her hand.

Nash reached his final edge. He grabbed Lina’s hips, slammed deep, and came with a guttural cry, everything pouring out of him.

Both girls screamed, overwhelmed. Their bodies locked up, their moans breaking into laughter and cries, while Nash’s soul and body struggled to make one.