CHAPTER 28: [R-18] THE BANQUET OF SORA

I remained standing on the circular table, in the middle of the still-warm carnage. Under my boots, the sticky blood seeped into every crevice of the black stone. The heat of the crowd struck my face: two hundred males crammed into the stands, breathing like a starving pack.

In front of me, the three survivors.

I let them size me up for a moment. Then I spoke.

— Give me your names.

Kaelira was the first, her voice dry, as if spitting a challenge at me.

— Kaelira, chief of my tribe...

Syra followed, a nearly sensual smile tugging at her lips.

— Syra... the one you won’t forget.

Varkash let out a growl that turned into a declaration.

— Varkash. And I always take what I want.

A familiar sound echoed in my skull.

[System – LUST v2.01][Main Mission]: Make them undress in front of everyone.Reward: Libido at its peak on all three targets.

I smiled.

— In front of me. In front of them. Take it all off...

The stands erupted in a deep, filthy laugh. Fists pounded the stone, the rhythm resonating right beneath my feet.

Kaelira clenched her teeth. Syra was already lowering a strap while keeping her eyes on mine. Varkash crossed her arms over her chest, but her lips curled into a smile promising both burn and bite.

I didn’t move.

— Obey!!

Syra was the first to give in. Her fingers slid over her hips, pulling on the knot holding the dark strip of cloth barely covering her chest. She let it fall to the ground, revealing two full, firm breasts, circled by tattoos like living rings. The arena’s red light seemed to make them vibrate, snaking from her collarbones down to her navel. Each breath made the marks shift as if following a hidden rhythm, hypnotizing the males who leaned forward for a better view.

— Mmm... you’re looking well, Sora... she whispered, voice low, almost a purr.

Varkash followed with a sharp movement. Her powerful hands literally tore off the piece of leather compressing her chest. Her heavy breasts burst free, bouncing with a shiver that made the crowd roar. The muscles in her arms still rolled as she tossed the scrap aside, as if discarding a useless weapon.

— Look at them! roared a male in the stands. Those two could crush your head!

Varkash chuckled and ran her hands over her own nipples, pinching just hard enough to draw a moan from herself.

Kaelira stayed still for a moment. Her amber eyes slid to me, then to the crowd. She drew in a deep breath, and her fingers began to slowly undo the strap holding her top. The band slipped off her shoulder, caressing her dark skin, before falling at her feet. One bare breast appeared, then the other — high, proud — despite the faint tremor in her hands. She knew every male was devouring her with his eyes, yet her movements stayed fluid, almost... sensual.

A mental chime rang.

[Mission accomplished]Reward applied: Libido at its peak on the targets.

Effect: Maximum arousal.

The change was instant. Syra’s pupils dilated.

Varkash spread her legs slightly, her fingers already wet.

Kaelira swallowed, lips parting, breath shortening.

They no longer saw me as an opponent. They saw me as... the only prey worth bringing down.

Syra took the first step, but Varkash bumped her with her hip, her breasts crushing the tattooed woman’s arm in a silent gesture of dominance. Kaelira cut the distance in a smooth step, slipping between them to place a hand on my chest.

— He’s mine... she breathed, her hoarse voice fading into the din.

— Dream on, bitch, Syra shot back with a cold smile, brushing her fingers over my crotch.

Varkash growled and grabbed me by the hips, yanking me toward her as if she would break me in half just to be the first.

The crowd screamed, pounding the stone, shouting insults and orders:

— Tear him apart!

— Get on him!

— Make him come like a real male should!

Drops of sweat slid over the skin of my three predators. They pressed together, jostled, their bare breasts rubbing against each other in this sensual fight for my flesh. Moans began to mingle with the coarse laughter, every touch triggering a visible shiver through their bodies.

They didn’t just want to fuck me. They wanted to own me.

Syra was the first to grab me, pushing me back to straddle me. Her tattooed thighs tightened against my hips, her pelvis rolling in a hungry rhythm. Her hands flattened on my chest, nails grazing my skin with each thrust.

— Mmmm... Sora... harder... faster...

Varkash couldn’t stand being a spectator. She came up behind Syra, her powerful hands seizing the tattooed woman’s breasts, crushing and kneading them with a guttural growl that vibrated in Syra’s throat.

— You think you can keep him to yourself? the colossus whispered, pinching her nipples hard.

Syra stifled a moan, arching her back, but kept her place... until Kaelira intervened. The chief slipped in from the side, her hand trailing between my thighs to grip my cock still buried in Syra, her fingers brushing my balls before tugging gently, as if to pull me away from her.

— Let me... I want to feel... now...

The struggle was no longer subtle. Syra clung to my shoulders to stay anchored, Varkash pressed her against me as if to force her to yield, and Kaelira was practically crawling between our legs to try to take me into her mouth whole.

A cold chime rang in my head:

[Secondary Mission]: Make all three women come.Reward: +500 shop pts / +9 free pts.

— Oh... you’re gonna come for me... aren’t you...? Syra murmured, panting, her tattoos pulsing against my skin.

Frustrated, Varkash lowered her head to capture the tattooed woman’s mouth. The kiss was brutal, their tongues seeking each other with the same hunger they had for my cock. Syra moaned into her mouth, her hips quickening against me.

Kaelira took advantage of the opening to press her lips to my lower belly and suck the base of my cock, right where Syra couldn’t reach. The sensation made my thighs tremble and drew a deep growl from my throat.

— Share him... or I’ll make you come my way... the chief murmured, her fingers stroking Syra as well as me.

— Aaah... no... not there... haaaan...!

The other two women were now grinding against each other above me, breast to breast, wet friction between their thighs. Their mouths sought, bit, and released muffled cries.

— Faster... more... faster...!

The crowd chanted my name, pounding the stone with each thrust. The mix of moans, sucking sounds, and bestial cries formed a savage cacophony resonating in my chest.

They weren’t just fighting for me. They were fighting to be the one who made me give in... and the one who would come first.

Syra was the first to tip over.

Her tattoos blazed like living embers under my hands, each thrust sending her higher. She clung to my neck, her breasts pressed against my chest, mouth open in a continuous stream of guttural moans.

— Haaa... haaaan...! Sora...! fuck... more...!

I gripped her hips like a vice, lifting and slamming her down on me with calculated violence. Her eyes rolled back, her nails raked my back. One last thrust, deeper, and her whole body arched against me. She came in a sharp cry that made the crowd roar in echo.

— YEAH! shouted a male in the stands. Make her scream again!

Syra collapsed to the side, trembling, and Varkash immediately took her place, like a wolf ripping away its prey. Her dark skin burned, her powerful thighs locking around my waist. She set her broad hands on my chest and drove me into the stone with a growl.

— Now... me... to the end...!

She moved with animal brutality, each drop sending her heavy breasts bouncing and a spray of sweat across my face. I felt her muscles tighten more and more around me, each movement pushing her closer to the edge.

Kaelira didn’t just wait: crouched behind Varkash, she slid her hands between her thighs to rub her clit, forcing her to speed up even more.

— Yes... yes... harder...! the colossus moaned, head thrown back.

She came all at once, like a snapped rope, flooding me with heat. Her roar made the table tremble, fists pounding the stone in time in the stands.

I barely had time to breathe before Kaelira climbed onto me, her slender, muscular thighs squeezing my sides. She kissed me like she wanted to devour me, then set her hands on my chest to start rolling her hips.

— Look at me... Sora... watch me come in front of them...

I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her onto her back, thrusting faster, deeper. Syra came back from the side to suck her breasts, while Varkash knelt between her legs to lick where we were joined.

Kaelira cried out, her hands clutching my chest, her thighs opening wide to let me take her without restraint. She writhed, met my eyes, then her body clenched in an uncontrollable spasm.

— Haaaaan...! Sora...!

The notification snapped in my head:

[Mission accomplished] — Make the three targets come.Reward: +300 shop pts / +9 free pts.

The three women lay there, panting, bodies still shaking with aftershocks. They had made each other come as much as I had, trading caresses and kisses while I took them in turn. Their gleaming skins stuck together, their short breaths mingled, and their eyes stayed locked on me as if I had become their sole reason to exist.

The crowd was in a trance. Cries, laughter, insults — all blended into a wild clamor.

The roar of the crowd became a continuous growl. The three women still panted, skin glistening, thighs trembling, unable to take their eyes off me. The scent of sex and blood hung in the air like a thick, intoxicating fog.

I rose slowly, towering over the blood-stained table, and fixed my gaze on Kaelira. The chief. The one who had brought me here. Her breathing was short, her bare breasts rising irregularly, and despite the usual hardness in her eyes, I saw the lingering fear mixing with a desire she could no longer hide.

I reached for her, then turned to Syra and Varkash.

— Hold her. Prepare her.

The other two shared a predator’s smile before moving. Syra came behind Kaelira, embracing her firmly, her hands sliding instantly to her chest to knead her breasts. Varkash, crouched between her thighs, slowly spread her legs, caressing the inside with her rough palms.

— Haa... aaah...! Kaelira tried to hold back her moans, but her trembling breath betrayed her.

I stepped forward and stood before her. Her eyes locked on mine, wide, as if she knew everything was about to change.

— Look...

I took her jaw and turned her head slightly toward the stands. Two hundred males watched the scene, drooling, fists clenched.

— Look at all those males watching you...

Syra pinched her nipples at the same time Varkash pressed two fingers against her slit. Kaelira jerked, a cry escaping her despite herself.

I slid my hand to her nape, leaning close to her ear.

— You’re mine now... and they know it.

Then I took her. Brutally.

The shock sent her crashing back into Syra, who held her tight. Varkash didn’t stop her caresses, accentuating every thrust I gave. Kaelira trembled, her hands desperately searching for a hold, gripping Syra’s arms.

— Haaa... haaaan...! more...! fuck... more...!

The crowd’s screams nearly drowned out her moans, chanting my name and hers in an animal frenzy.

— SORA! SORA! SORA!

I felt her muscles tightening around me, her legs closing to keep me in. She was nothing but a body caught in a maelstrom of sensation.

— Yield... I ordered, my deep voice cutting through her gasps.

Her eyes rolled back. Her body arched, a wave of heat engulfed me, and she came violently, a hoarse cry tearing from her throat, almost a howl. Her body shuddered again, then all tension drained away. She collapsed against Syra, unconscious.

The notification rang in my head like a gong:

[Soul Link established] — KaeliraStatus: Marked.

I stayed still for a moment, still feeling her residual spasms against me, while the crowd screamed as if a god had descended onto the table.

I rose slowly, still holding Kaelira in my arms. Her limp body hung against me, skin still hot, beaded with sweat and streaked with blood. Her head rested on my shoulder, lips parted to let out uneven breaths.

My own muscles burned, my torso dripping with sweat mixed with the blood of others. Every movement made the tension in my shoulders crack.

Syra and Varkash were already kneeling before me. Their faces shone, cheeks flushed, their hands clutching my thighs as if unwilling to let me go. Their tongues slid, their mouths closed around my cock with animal greed.

The crowd’s screams rose like a tide. Fists pounded the stone. Males shouted my name, others spewed obscene encouragements to the two women.

I let my head fall back slightly, savoring the heat of their mouths, then opened my eyes and spoke. My voice cut through the noise like a blade.

— Watch closely...

The males quieted in waves, until the only sound was the wet noises of the two tongues sliding over me.

— This... is your future.

Syra redoubled her efforts, her fingers gripping me harder. Varkash climbed slowly, sucking to the base before plunging back down.

— All those who march behind me... will know strength. Power. You will no longer be wandering beasts... You will be the predators. The true. The superior.

A rumble ran through the stands. The males edged closer, eyes wide, panting, as if each word breathed something greater into them than flesh.

I smiled, tightening Kaelira against me.

— And this... is only the beginning. More shows. More conquests. More victories to soak into your blood and flesh.

The two mouths worked harder, as if to punctuate my promises. Syra’s muffled moans against me, Varkash’s rough sighs, all blending with the dull pounding of fists on stone.

— Follow me... and everything you see... everything you desire... will be yours.

Then, the chant broke out.

— SORA! SORA! SORA!

The voices were so numerous and violent the table vibrated under my feet. The stone itself seemed to resonate with the pounding, as if a giant heart beat beneath us.

I stood there, unmoving, legs apart, Kaelira unconscious in my arms, Syra and Varkash kneeling, still serving me, the circle of blood around us shimmering in the reddish light.

Two hundred burning, fanatic gazes locked on me.