Chapter 513: Chapter 513
Lyra pulled away from the kiss, her amber eyes burning with feral hunger. She swung a leg over Satou’s hips, positioning herself above his cock—still slick with Jessica’s cum and his own. The sight of it glistening in the firelight made her mouth water. She wanted to taste it, but she wanted to feel it more.
Jessica shifted to the side, propping herself on one elbow, her green skin flushed and damp. Her hand slid down her own stomach, fingers parting her slick folds. "Slow," she murmured, her voice husky. "Make it last, Lyra. I want to watch you take every inch."
Lyra’s breath hitched as she guided the head of his cock to her entrance. She teased herself with it—rubbing the smooth, thick crown through her wetness, circling her clit, making herself shudder. Satou’s hands gripped her hips, his claws dimpling her skin, but he didn’t rush her. He wanted this as much as she did.
"Please," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "Stop torturing me."
Lyra grinned, her tusks catching the firelight. "Patience, my love. I’ve waited a month. I’ll take you the way I want."
She sank onto him inch by agonizing inch. Her inner walls stretched around his girth, her cunt clenching with each slow descent. The sensation was overwhelming—the heat, the fullness, the pulsing divine energy radiating from his body. She could taste it on her tongue, feel it in her blood. Lyra’s head fell back, a throaty moan escaping her lips.
Jessica’s hand moved faster between her thighs, her gaze locked on where Lyra’s body met Satou’s. "That’s it," she breathed. "Let him fill you."
Lyra bottomed out, her thighs flush against his hips. She paused, savoring the stretch, the ache, the perfect pressure against her deepest walls. Then she began to ride him—slow, languid rolls of her hips, drawing out every sensation, every ridge and vein of his cock sliding inside her.
Satou’s hands roamed her body, grabbing her waist, her hips, her ass. He pulled her down harder as she rose, meeting her rhythm with sharp upward thrusts. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room—wet, primal, relentless.
Jessica crawled closer, her tongue tracing Lyra’s spine as she rode. She licked the sweat from her skin, nipped at the muscles of her shoulders. "You’re so beautiful like this," Jessica whispered against her ear. "Taking him so deep. Let me taste you while you come."
She moved in front of Lyra, spreading her own legs wide, her cunt glistening and ready. Lyra leaned forward, never breaking rhythm, and buried her face between Jessica’s thighs. Her tongue swept through her slick folds, tasting sharp and sweet, and Jessica cried out.
Now it was a three-way rhythm—Lyra thrusting onto Satou’s cock while licking and sucking Jessica’s clit, Jessica grinding against Lyra’s mouth, Satou driving upward into Lyra’s heat. The air grew thick with their moans, the wet sounds of sex, the crackling fire.
Lyra’s thighs trembled. She was close, the pleasure building like a tidal wave. She doubled her efforts on Jessica’s cunt, her fingers sliding inside her, curling and pressing. Jessica’s hips bucked, her breathing ragged.
"I’m gonna—fuck, Lyra—I’m gonna come—"
"Do it," Satou growled, his hand slapping Lyra’s ass. "Let her feel you."
Jessica shattered. Her body arched, a raw scream tearing from her throat as her climax ripped through her. Her juices flooded Lyra’s mouth, hot and thick. Lyra drank her down, moaning against her flesh, and the vibration pushed Jessica into another wave.
That was all Lyra needed. She came undone—her cunt clamping down on Satou’s cock, her body convulsing, her own scream muffled against Jessica’s thigh. Satou felt her orgasm ripple around him, and he couldn’t hold back. He roared, his hips slamming upward as he pumped his cum deep inside her, hot and copious, filling her until it leaked down her thighs.
Lyra collapsed forward onto Jessica, their bodies slick together. Satou’s cock slipped out of her, but he didn’t care. He rolled them both onto their sides, wrapping his arms around them, pulling them close.
But they weren’t done.
Jessica’s hand found his cock, still half-hard and wet. She licked her lips. "I haven’t had my fill of that divine taste yet."
Before he could respond, she ducked down, her mouth wrapping around him. Her tongue traced the head, lapping up the mix of Lyra’s juices and his own cum. She took him deep, her throat working, her hand stroking the base. Lyra watched, her amber eyes glazed with satisfaction, and then she crawled behind Jessica, spreading her cheeks.
Her tongue found Jessica’s asshole, circling, teasing. Jessica moaned around Satou’s cock, her body trembling. Lyra licked lower, tasting the combined fluids dripping from her cunt, then pushed her tongue inside.
The double stimulation drove Jessica wild. She sucked harder, faster, her cheeks hollowing. Satou’s hands fisted in the sheets, his hips thrusting into her mouth. "Fuck... Jess... I’m close again..."
She hummed her approval, the vibration sending him over the edge. He came in her mouth, thick and hot, and she swallowed every drop, her own orgasm ripping through her as Lyra’s tongue worked her relentlessly.
Lyra pulled back, licking her lips. "Now you," she said, turning to Satou. She straddled his face, lowering her dripping cunt to his mouth. "Eat me clean."
He obeyed without hesitation, his tongue plunging into her, tasting his own cum mixed with hers. Jessica joined him, her mouth finding Lyra’s clit, and together they drove her to another climax—harder, longer, until her legs shook and she screamed into the dark.
They collapsed in a heap of limbs, hearts pounding, breath ragged. The fire had burned low, casting deep shadows across their tangled bodies. Satou lay on his back, Lyra draped across his chest, Jessica curled into his side. Their skin was slick, their muscles trembling.
Lyra’s eyes fluttered. "Can’t... move..."
Jessica’s voice was a sleepy murmur against his shoulder. "Good... don’t want to..."
Satou’s arms tightened around them, pulling them flush. He pressed a kiss to Lyra’s forehead, then Jessica’s. "This is where we belong," he whispered. "Together."
Lyra’s hand found his, fingers interlacing. Jessica’s palm rested over his heart, feeling the steady beat slow. The room fell silent, save for the crackling embers and their deepening breaths.
One by one, their eyes closed. The tension of a month of battle, of divine transformation, of raw hunger—all dissolved into the warmth of their shared embrace. They slept, tangled and sated, their bond unbreakable, their bodies finally at rest.
