Seducing the Guideverse With My System — Raising an Anomaly [BL]

Chapter 179: _Bite Him In The Ass

(Warning: More Mature content ahead)

Ambrose fell onto his back on the bed after a gentle shove from Viktor. His chest rose and fell as he took in the ice Prince and Devon towering over him.

Devon acted first, stripping out of his pants until they pooled on the ground alongside his underwear. His nine-inch, veiny length stood rock hard, pinkish red and leaking at the tip.

Ambrose trembled as his eyes slid to Viktor. He had never gotten the chance to see him naked before now. So when he brought down his pants and underwear as well—his breath hitched.

Sure, he wasn’t as big as Devon but what he lacked in length, he made up for with girth. His head throbbed red as he climbed onto the bed while Devon moved beside it.

Viktor’s knees dipped into the mattress as he positioned himself between Ambrose’s legs. He helped the Guide take off whatever was left of his clothing, his lips curving in a smirk as he scrutinised him.

"Look at that tight hole." He muttered with a grunt, lowering his fingers and pressing two against it. "You want it filled up, don’t you?"

Ambrose barely collected his thoughts enough to respond when he suddenly pushed a finger into him. He winced, biting back the aching sound building up in his chest.

"Relax, little bird," Viktor murmured, voice low and rough. He worked the finger deeper, curling it slowly. Ambrose’s thighs twitched apart wider on instinct.

The stretch burned sweetly, especially when Viktor added a second finger without warning, scissoring them open with deliberate care.

Ambrose’s hips jerked as Viktor’s cold fingers brushed that spot inside him. A needy moan slipped out before he could stop it.

Devon climbed onto the bed then, knees planted on either side of Ambrose’s head. His heavy cock bobbed above Ambrose’s face, the veiny length already slick at the tip.

"Open up for me," Devon said, voice thick with hunger. He tapped the head against Ambrose’s lips, then pushed in when they parted.

Ambrose took him eagerly, tongue swirling around the salty head. Devon groaned, sliding deeper until he hit the back of his throat.

The position left Ambrose completely pinned—Viktor’s fingers thrusting steadily into his hole while Devon fucked his mouth in shallow, controlled strokes.

"Fuck, look at you," Devon rasped, one hand braced on the headboard.

Viktor’s fingers crooked again, pulling another muffled cry from around Devon’s cock. "Where’s the lube, Ambrose?" Viktor asked with a needy voice.

Ambrose tapped Viktor’s arm twice, then pointed weakly toward the bedside shelf. Viktor reached over, rummaging until he found the bottle and a strip of condoms.

He slicked his fingers generously, the cool gel making Ambrose shiver as three fingers pushed back inside him this time, stretching him wider.

The wet sounds of Viktor fingering him filled the room alongside Devon’s low grunts and the obscene glide of his cock in Ambrose’s mouth. Ambrose’s own dick lay hard and leaking against his stomach, untouched and aching.

Viktor suddenly pulled his fingers free. He rolled a condom on with quick movements, then coated himself. At the same moment, Devon leaned down to chase Ambrose’s lips off his cock for a second—only for Viktor to surge up and crash their mouths together in the heat of it.

The kiss lasted barely two seconds before both men pulled back sharply, awkward tension cutting through the lust.

"Shit—sorry," Devon muttered.

"Yeah..." Viktor grunted, cheeks faintly flushed.

They avoided each other’s eyes as Viktor lined up instead, pressing the thick head of his cock against Ambrose’s slick hole.

"Breathe," he ordered, then pushed in.

Ambrose cried out around Devon’s returning cock as Viktor sank deeper, girth stretching him full. The burn was intense. Viktor pulled out with a hiss, hips flush against Ambrose’s ass. He gave only a moment before snapping forward, fucking him with deep, rolling thrusts that made the bed creak.

Devon matched the rhythm, sliding in and out of Ambrose’s mouth while Viktor pounded his hole. Ambrose felt lost in it—full at both ends, body trembling with forbidden pleasure.

After several minutes, Viktor pulled out with a wet sound. "Your turn," he told Devon roughly.

They switched smoothly. Devon rolled on a fresh condom, slicked himself, and pushed into Ambrose in one long stroke.

Ambrose moaned loudly, the new angle and different thickness hitting him just right. Viktor knelt beside them, feeding his still-hard cock into Ambrose’s hand.

Ambrose stroked him firmly, thumb swiping over the leaking head while Devon fucked him harder, chasing that sweet spot with every thrust. The room filled with skin slapping skin, broken moans, and heavy breathing.

"I’m—fuck—I’m close," Ambrose gasped when Devon pulled out briefly to let him breathe.

Devon drove back in deep. Viktor’s hips jerked into his fist as the pressure built fast and overwhelming. Ambrose came first with a strangled shout, untouched cock pulsing ropes across his own stomach and chest.

His clenched hole pulled Devon over the edge seconds later. Devon buried himself deep and came with a guttural groan, hips stuttering. Viktor followed right after, spilling hot over Ambrose’s fingers with a sharp curse.

They collapsed together in a sweaty, panting pile, hearts hammering as the aftershocks rolled through them.

Ambrose’s mind spun, body buzzing with satisfaction.

[ALERT: All vitals stabilising. Dopamine peak achieved.]

For once, Ambrose didn’t tell Aura to shut up. He just lay there between them, catching his breath. Letting the reality of what they just did sink in.

Devon stared blankly at the ceiling while Viktor blinked with a sly grin. Then—the ice Prince broke the silence after what felt like eternity.

"Best... threesome... ever." He chuckled. "Well, except the part where Devon kissed me."

The other Esper’s face rumpled with a frown. "Man, YOU kissed me. Also, ’best’? Why am I not surprised that you’ve been in a threesome before now?"

"And you haven’t? Tch. What experience exactly have you been using on our precious little Guide here?"

As the two began bickering quietly, Ambrose shut his eyes for a moment. Somehow he felt like he was forgetting something.

And he sure as heck didn’t like the feeling nagging at the back of his head. Like there was something about to circle back and bite him in the ass—no pun intended.