CHAPTER 74: TAIL-END DOMINANCE

Jaz’s eyes widened at his words. For a moment she wasn’t sure of the meaning.

Did he mean try with her, right now? Or just try once in her life?

The heat in the room thickened, the silence drawing out. Her eyes narrowed, her lips parted, her thighs slowly spreading without her even realizing it.

[AFFECTION: 42% – Growing Attachment]

[LUST: 78% – On Fire]

Her breath was shaky, her gaze devouring his eyes. Did she need to talk? One could swear this expression was an answer.

She swallowed hard. Her body felt like it was moving on its own.

Then the door burst open.

"Sorry I’m late~"

Amara stepped inside like a bomb, dressed in a skin-tight black cat costume. Ears perched on her head, claws on her gloves, the fabric hugging every curve of her body.

A long black tail swayed behind her... until she bent forward and made it clear, it wasn’t just a tail, but a plug lodged firmly in her ass, swishing with each sway of her hips.

A tense silence fell, both sides locking eyes for a long second, the air heavy, then Amara clicked her tongue with a sharp "tchhh."

"Well, well. What is this?"

She crossed the room in long, prowling steps and sprawled onto Nash’s lap without hesitation, pressing her chest against him, arms wrapping his shoulders like she was staking her claim.

"Tsk, tsk. Back off, Goliath . It’s my territory," she purred, side-eyeing Jaz with smug confidence. "Looks like I came just in time."

Jaz flushed deeper, stammering as she tried to find excuses.

"I-it’s not what it looks like! We were just... talking about manga, that’s all!" Her voice cracked, her eyes darting anywhere but at them.

Nash held in a laugh, caught between the two energies, the shy otaku and the seductive cat, although he could have sworn Amara was a Batgirl.

Amara nuzzled into his neck.

"Talk all you want, kitten. But remember... he can have many girls. He’s mine first." She punctuated it by lifting her hips, shaking her ass so the plugged tail jiggled.

The moment was absurd,’. Jaz clutched the doujin to her chest like a shield, eyes wide, lips trembling.

Nash leaned back, amused, the heat in the room taking on a whole new shape.

Amara looked Nash straight in the eye, her voice low and playfully scolding.

"You naughty boy, calling me over and then getting cozy with someone else while you’re naked." She licked up his face, slowly, from his lips to the bridge of his nose, her eyes never leaving Jaz.

Nash smirked, licking his lips where she left him.

"And you love it."

Amara purred in his ear.

"Mm, maybe. But you deserve a lesson, kitty."

With a swift move, she ripped open the crotch of her outfit. She shifted, her hips lowering.

She was wet, soaking wet, and she didn’t bother to hide it. She hovered over him, her eyes locked on Jaz’s, challenging, taunting, as she took Nash’s thick cock in her hand and pressed herself down over him.

Amara moaned low, her head tipping back. "Mmmm... so thick... Did you get bigger?" she breathed, stretching around him, her body tight but dripping enough that he slid inside without resistance. It wasn’t as thick as Alicia with, but it was still so full.

Nash’s eyes never left Jaz’s as he felt Amara’s warm, tight pussy envelop him. She was squeezing him with every ounce of her body, her inner walls stretching around his girth.

He couldn’t help but moan, the pleasure of her wetness and the friction from her tightness was intoxicating.

Amara’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as she took him in, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt. She threw her head back, her long black hair cascading down her back, and let out a deep, throaty groan.

The sound was like a siren’s call, making Jaz’s stomach flip.

"Oh God... you’re so thick, thick, thi... Aahn.." she moaned, her voice strained.

The moan sent a jolt through Jaz, making her realize just how big Nash was.

Nash grinned wickedly at her. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Is that so?" he murmured, his hands gripping Amara’s ass. "I hope you’re ready, because I have a lot of steam to release."

Jaz sat frozen, wide-eyed, as Nash and Amara began to move together in slow motions.

The room filled with the wet sound of their bodies meeting, Amara’s voice breaking into moans each time she lowered onto him.

Her tits bounced with every roll of her hips, her nails pressing into his skin, and the rhythm grew heavier.

Nash kept his gaze locked on Jaz the entire time, letting her see every reaction he had. Amara followed his lead, turning her head just enough so Jaz could catch the wild look in her eyes, a show meant for her as much as for Nash.

From Nash’s perspective, the heat was overwhelming. Amara was dripping, more than the last time, tight, squeezing around him with each thrust.

Maybe it was because this time they had an audience?

The slide was smooth but snug, every pull making him grit his teeth, every push burying him in heat that clung to him.

He felt her stretch and quake, her voice spilling moans that mixed with the slap of skin.

Jaz couldn’t look away. Every sound, every movement, every glance felt directed at her, the tension burning hotter until it felt unreal.

Her hand slipped down her stomach, without even realizing it, her fingers playing with the edge of her own panties. She was so wet, so turned on, she couldn’t take it anymore.

Amara threw her head back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

"Oh, kitty," she moaned, her voice breaking as her hips began to buck faster. "So good... so deep!"

Nash shifted his hold, one hand gripping her hip tight, the other squeezing her ass cheek before lifting her slightly.

With a grunt he started pounding up into her from below, forcing his legs into a difficult angle.

Each thrust splashed louder, wet sounds echoing through the room. Amara gasped, then adjusted, rolling her hips in circles and then snapping them forward to match his pace.

The mix of his powerful thrusts and her grinding sent shockwaves through them both.

"Ahhhhn! Hhhhaaahhh! Baaabe!" Amara cried, her moans spilling one after another. "Mmmmhhhn! Ghhhaahhh! Yes, yes, don’t stop!"

Nash’s eyes stayed on Jaz, trying to keep control.

The wet heat clamped around him tighter with each thrust, the sensation of her slick folds stretching over his length intoxicating.

Every time he slammed upward, the splash of their bodies and Amara’s moans filled the room, all while her hips twisted desperately to meet his rhythm.

Jaz’s hand slipped under her panties, trembling, her fingers brushing her clit.

It was swollen and aching, and the touch sent a shock through her. She widened her eyes, a silent gasp escaping her lips, she couldn’t believe she was finally giving in, fingering herself while watching Nash with another woman.

Alicia first, then Amara back to back. This man wasn’t a man, he was a beast, a savage beast devouring women like lunch.

Her breath grew ragged, her thighs spreading as wetness coated her fingers.

It felt like the beginning of a collapse, her head spinning, her chest heaving.

Nash’s eyes narrowed as he caught it.

Somehow... he felt like playing a different game. With a flex he stood up, lifting Amara effortlessly while keeping himself buried inside her.

Her legs clung around him as he gripped both ass cheeks firmly, holding her aloft, every motion making a wet squelch.

"Jaz," he said, "open the book. Pick something we’ll reproduce."

Jaz froze, her lips parted, her gaze darting down to where his cock, glistening with juices, disappeared inside Amara’s pussy.

Her heart skipped. She couldn’t believe she was being pulled into this, that he wanted her to choose.

Her hands shook as she opened the doujin, pages trembling until one image caught her eye.

It was a drawing of a girl pinned in a brutal full nelson, her arms and legs locked tight while she was taken from behind.

The cock wasn’t in her pussy, but in her ass, stretching her wide as her eyes rolled back.

The lines showed the strain, the tears, the twisted pleasure on her face.

Jaz’s breath shuddered as she held the book open, her finger hovering over the panel.

"... T-This one?"