CHAPTER 280: ONE BODY, TWO PARTNERS

Chapter 280 – One Body, Two Partners

Rava, still recovering, slid beside them, her tentacles wrapping around Naomi’s leg, stroking up her thigh. "He’s... so good, isn’t he?" she whispered with a mischievous smile.

Naomi sobbed. "He’s—fucking—perfect—"

Lux chuckled darkly, his pace brutal now, the wet slap of skin echoing with every thrust. "You’re not surviving this meeting without bankruptcy, sweetheart."

Naomi’s answer was a scream into his mouth as he kissed her, swallowing her moans while her body clenched around him like a vice.

And then—

Rava moved closer.

Her tentacles slithered across the sheets, then crept up Lux’s thighs like living ropes of silk, curling around his hips.

One coiled low—stroking the base of his cock every time he thrust into Naomi—while another wrapped snug around his chest, teasing his abs with featherlight flicks.

Lux groaned, hips stuttering for a moment before he caught the rhythm again. The contrast was intoxicating—Naomi beneath him, moaning into delirium as he filled her, while Rava’s slick, writhing limbs teased every nerve of his body like they had insider knowledge of his weaknesses.

"You two..." Lux panted, smirking despite his ragged breath, "are going to bankrupt me in stamina." Yet his smile widened.

Rava grinned up at him, lips glistening as one of her tentacles slid higher, stroking along his jaw before curling possessively around his throat—not tight, just enough pressure to remind him she was there. "Good investment, isn’t it?" she purred.

Naomi’s voice was broken, desperate. "I—I can’t—"

"You can," Lux growled, thrusting deeper, his cock filling her so completely she arched off the bed. His head fell back as another of Rava’s tentacles tightened at his base, making every movement sharper, harder. "You’re mine. You’ll take everything I give you."

And he did.

Naomi’s nails clawed at his shoulders, her cries spilling into the air. Lux’s entire body trembled—not from fatigue, but from the overload of stimulation. The tentacles caressing his nipples, stroking his length each time he pulled out, curling against his thighs—it was too much, it was perfect.

He bit down on Naomi’s shoulder with a growl, his hips hammering harder now, chasing both his release and hers, while Rava’s tentacles milked every drop of his control like they wanted to bankrupt not just his stamina—but his soul.

He pulled out suddenly, ignoring Naomi’s whimper, and shoved her onto her side. With one hand, he guided her leg over his hip, sliding back into her from behind in a rough, claiming thrust that made her gasp like her lungs had collapsed.

Her eyes rolled back, lips trembling. "Oh f-fuck—yes—"

But Lux wasn’t just focused on her anymore.

He leaned forward—between Naomi’s trembling thighs and Rava’s waiting body. His tongue found Rava’s folds, licking slow and deliberate, tasting her slickness.

Rava cried out, tentacles flaring. "Lux—oh gods—"

Naomi’s moans harmonized with hers, high and desperate, every thrust Lux drove into her sending her closer to shattering.

It was chaos.

Beautiful, sweaty, lust-drenched chaos.

Lux fucking Naomi from behind, each thrust rougher, harder, deeper—while his mouth devoured Rava’s pussy, sucking, licking, growling against her clit until she thrashed and sobbed his name.

His pheromones thickened, intoxicating the air, making every touch sharper, every kiss deeper, every moan louder.

Naomi’s thoughts were gone, scattered into broken syllables. ’He owns me, he owns me, he’s going to destroy me and I don’t care.’

Rava’s mind was a whirlpool of heat. ’Tentacles can’t keep up—his tongue’s better—he’s going to drown me in my own ocean—’

And Lux?

Lux was laughing inside. Not cruelly—just knowing. Just smug. Just him.

This wasn’t a hostile takeover anymore.

This was a merger.

One body, two partners, all dividends flowing straight to him.

Naomi’s orgasm hit first—screaming, clenching so hard around him he nearly lost control.

Rava followed seconds later—his tongue sucking her clit mercilessly until she shattered, her tentacles seizing around his head like she couldn’t let him go.

Lux pulled back from Rava, licking his lips, cock still buried deep in Naomi’s trembling body. "I warned you," he growled. "I don’t break."

Both women collapsed against him—sweaty, wrecked, glowing.

And Sira?

She was still watching. Smirking.

Like a cat who’d just seen the opening move of the real game.

Lux leaned back, still inside Naomi, his grin dark and wild. "Alright," he panted, eyes blazing. "Round two."

The system chimed in smugly.

[System Notice: Partner Satisfaction – Exponential Growth Achieved]

[Warning: Further stimulation may cause permanent dependency]

[Recommendation: Proceed.]

Lux smirked wider. "Oh, I’m proceeding."

His body was still humming, cock still buried in Naomi’s slick folds, the aftershock of her orgasm making her twitch and whimper beneath him.

Rava was sprawled beside them, still panting, tentacles twitching like they hadn’t yet decided whether to pull him back down or strangle him in thanks.

And then he turned his head—looked right at Sira.

The Pride princess hadn’t moved from her chair, wine glass still in hand, eyes locked on him with the smugness of someone who had orchestrated all of this from the very beginning.

"Come here," Lux called, his voice rough with lust but edged with command. "Join us."

Sira’s smirk curved sharper. She set her glass down delicately, crossing one perfect leg over the other. "You aren’t done yet, Lux," she stated.

He blinked, chest rising hard. "What do you mean, not done?" he hissed.

That was when Rava, still trembling, pulled herself up just enough to drape across his back. Her arms locked around him from behind, her breasts pressing to his shoulders as her lips brushed his ear.

"That," she whispered breathlessly, "was only foreplay."

Lux’s brain stuttered. "...Foreplay?"

Naomi giggled softly, but it was edged with raw hunger. She slid in front of him, sitting back on her knees, and with deliberate slowness cupped her breasts in both hands. She rolled her thumbs across her nipples, teasing them until they peaked stiff and red. Her gaze never left his, cheeks flushed, lips parted.

"See?" she said softly, offering herself. "I’m just getting started."