CHAPTER 176: CHAPTER 176: ALL NIGHT (18PLUS)

Genevieve screamed into the couch cushion, her voice muffled but laced with pure ecstasy. Her body trembled beneath Zaeryn, every nerve alight with the overwhelming sensations flooding her for the first time.

Less than twenty minutes had passed since Zaeryn’s last release inside Ingrid, but this felt even more intense—raw and unyielding. Ingrid’s earlier ride had been a battle, her hips grinding against him in a fierce push for control. With Genevieve, it was different: total surrender, her tight heat yielding to his every invasion. He drove deeper from this angle, stretching her virgin walls until her toes curled against the cushions.

Zaeryn groaned low in his throat, his hips snapping forward in relentless thrusts. His large hands cupped her massive breasts, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he squeezed and tugged her hard nipples, syncing the pulls with each powerful stroke. His thick cock slapped against her ass cheeks, the wet impacts echoing through the lounge.

Genevieve’s pussy clenched around him like a scorching, slick vice, gripping his shaft with every plunge. She was impossibly tight, her body unaccustomed to such invasion, and it amplified every sensation until she drowned in pleasure she’d never imagined possible.

’Yes, pinch them harder, twist them like that! It shoots straight to my clit, making me throb around him.’ She was so wet it made her feel a bit shy, dripping everywhere, but she didn’t care. This was what she’d craved the whole evening: being used like this, filled so completely. ’His hands on my tits, owning them, owning me... it’s perfect. He’s a fucking god.’

"Fu-ck, just like that, Zaeryn," she gasped, twisting her head to glance back at him. Her face was flushed crimson, sweat streaking her skin, eyes glazed with desperate need.

’Look at him, those eyes burning into me, that sweat on his chest. He’s losing control because of me. My pussy’s doing that to him. God, the way his abs flex with every slam... I could come just watching him fuck me.’

His hands released her breasts, sliding down to clamp onto her wide hips. With a growl, he yanked her back onto his cock, burying his full length inside her in one brutal, possessive thrust that bottomed out against her cervix.

"FUUUCK!" she screamed, the raw sound ripping free, no longer muffled, bouncing off the lounge walls.

The raw sound of her cry, the way her pussy spasmed around him, the jiggle of her ass as it met his pelvis—it all ignited something feral in Zaeryn. He locked into a punishing rhythm, hips pistoning with animalistic force. He dominated her completely, the only sounds in the room the obscene slap-slap-slap of skin on skin and her broken moans.

He spared a glance at Ingrid, still lounging on her elbow nearby. Her eyes were wide and dark with hunger, fixed on the sight of his glistening cock vanishing into Genevieve’s dripping folds. Ingrid’s thighs pressed together, her own arousal evident in the flush creeping up her neck—she was soaking wet again, feeding off the display. The knowledge fueled Zaeryn’s primal drive; he wasn’t just claiming Genevieve, he was performing for Ingrid, marking his territory in front of her.

He hammered into Genevieve harder, his mind emptying into pure instinct. He felt her body tensing, her inner muscles fluttering wildly around his shaft.

’She’s watching... Ingrid’s getting off on this, on me getting wrecked. That makes it hotter, knowing I’m the one taking him now, making him this wild. Fuck, the sounds we’re making, so dirty, so loud. His balls slapping my clit with every thrust—I’m gonna explode. It’s building so fast, that pressure deep inside, coiling tighter.’

"I think... I’m close... so fucking close!" she panted, voice fracturing with each word. "Zaeryn, don’t stop—please!"

"Not stopping," he rasped, voice rough with building ecstasy. His fingers dug into her hips, tilting her ass higher as he angled his thrusts to hit that sensitive spot deep inside, the one he’d teased with his fingers before.

It struck her like a thunderbolt. Genevieve’s body seized, arching rigid as a guttural scream tore from her lips. Her orgasm ripped through her, a savage wave that had her pussy convulsing in rhythmic squeezes, milking his cock with relentless force. Juices gushed around him, soaking his balls as she shuddered violently.

That vise-like clench snapped his restraint. With a guttural groan, Zaeryn’s muscles locked, and he slammed home one last time, burying himself to the hilt. Hot spurts of cum erupted from his cock, flooding her depths in thick, pulsing jets. Her climax gripped him through it all, their releases blending in a messy, intimate torrent, until his vision blurred and he collapsed forward, spent.

A minute later, Zaeryn sprawled on the couch, the two women curled against his sides, their breaths syncing in the hazy afterglow.

"Zaeryn, that was... I don’t even have words," Genevieve said, her voice soft and awed after her long silence—no sound escaped her lips as she nestled closer, eyes half-closed in bliss.

"I know, right?" Ingrid replied, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she traced lazy circles on his chest.

Zaeryn just hummed a response, too relaxed to form actual words. He felt... powerful. Not just because of the Vitae buzzing in his veins, though that was certainly there, a hum of new energy waiting to be examined, but because of this. Two incredibly powerful, beautiful women, both sated and curled around him of their own free will.

For a moment, he just closed his eyes, pulling them both a little closer, ready to let the darkness take him.

But the darkness didn’t want him. The Vitae did.

It buzzed under his skin, a relentless surge of renewed energy generated by the new bonds. His exhaustion evaporated, replaced by a wired, predatory alertness. And with it, his erection returned with a vengeance, pressing insistently against Ingrid’s thigh.

Ingrid’s eyes snapped open. She wasn’t asleep after all. A slow, wicked grin spread across her face as she felt him harden against her.

"You have got to be kidding me," she whispered, but there was zero complaint in her tone, only hungry delight.

Genevieve stirred, lifting her head sleepily from his shoulder. "Mmm? What’s... oh." Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening. A renewed flush darkened her cheeks. "Already?"

Zaeryn didn’t even notice that his dick was hard again, until now. He sat up and simply shrugged, unembarrassed. It was actually a compliment to them.

"I think I understand what your mother meant," Ingrid purred, untangling herself from Zaeryn and standing up. She didn’t bother covering her nakedness; she flaunted it. "You really have ’specific needs.’ And frankly, this couch is getting too small."

She grabbed Zaeryn’s hand, then Genevieve’s, leading them both toward a doorway at the back of the lounge. "If we are doing this again, I think it’s best we do it in my bedroom."

Genevieve nodded weakly, though she was already following, her eyes fixed on Zaeryn’s resurrected cock and it just made her get in the mood again.

Ingrid opens her bedroom door to reveal a massive, sprawling bed.

What followed wasn’t the structured turn-taking of the Dare game. It was raw endurance.

Hours blurred into a seamless loop of sex. Zaeryn found he didn’t just have stamina; he had an unending reservoir of it.

He took them simultaneously, Genevieve’s mouth working frantically on him while he used his fingers to bring Ingrid to another screaming climax. He swapped them, driving into Genevieve from behind while Ingrid rode his face, her juices coating his beard. They worked together, using every part of their bodies to try and break him, but he just wouldn’t stay down.

Somewhere around the fifth round, the dynamic shifted entirely. It was no longer him keeping up with two beautiful women; it was them struggling to survive him.

By the time the first gray hint of dawn touched the high windows, they were completely broken.

Ingrid was sprawled face-down on the mattress, one arm hanging limply off the side, too weak to even lift her head. Genevieve was curled in a tight, trembling ball against the pillows, her inner thighs slick with his cum, whimpering softly every time he even brushed against her.

"I think....I need to rest for a few minutes" Genevieve whispered, her voice a cracked husk.

Ingrid mumbled into the mattress. But it was too weak Zaeryn couldn’t make out what. But he guessed it was something about how she was tired.

Zaeryn, still buzzing with energy but finally satisfied, looked down at them, two powerful warladies in training, thoroughly defeated by pleasure. He felt a staggering sense of triumph. Knowing that he can satisfy his women no matter how many times they want, gave him so much relief, it meant that he didn’t have to worry about his harem getting too big and not being able to satisfy them,

He lay down between them, pulling the comforter over their exhausted, messy forms. "Alright," he murmured, kissing the top of Genevieve’s sweaty head. "We’re done. For now."