Chapter 29 - Flames of Want 2 (R18)
Liam's grin sharpened, teeth bared under moonlight spilling through jagged branches—his eyes snagged Selene's smirk, her crimson gaze a feral dare glinting silver in the wooded hollow's glow. "Big enough—took 'em down, didn't I?" His voice rasped, gravel-rough with the day's, booming through the stillness, leaves rustling wild overhead, the camp's faint hum a ghost in the distance.
His cock twitched lightly, straining under trousers as if expecting something exciting.
Selene leaned off the gnarled trunk—shirt stretched tight across her chest, her nipples pointing at him, and tan skin flashing above her waistband—her thick tail lashed his leg, a sharp, deliberate flick of black against his cloak, daring him to strike. Her scent hit him, her hips cocked, a taunt in the sway.
Erynn stumbled closer—her warmth slammed his side—golden curls snagged moonlight, spilling over her shoulder like molten silver, tangled and damp with sweat. "Not just that—you were fast!" Her voice cracked, high and eager—her hand grabbing his arm, soft fingers digging under his sleeve—gripping muscle tensed from underneath his sleeve, her nails biting fles, eyes burned, wide and frantic—breath hitching loud, flush scorching her ash-streaked cheeks, her rag-wrapped arm trembling stark against pale skin.
Lysandra loomed close—silver hair whipped loose, strands plastered to her sweat-drenched neck, glinting like molten steel in the moon's sheen—her tunic clung tight, dark patches soaking her chest, the hard ridge of her collarbone jutting sharp as she shifted—her knee jammed his thigh, bruising and hot through trousers. "Fast, could've been sharper," she growled low, thick with heat—a smirk sliced her lips—silver eyes pinned his, fierce and unyielding—her breath rolled over him, steel and exertion, a challenge sparking deep.
The air crackled—raw, electric—Selene's tail coiled tight, slashing higher up his thigh—Erynn's fingers raked under his sleeve, clawing bare skin—Lysandra's heat pressed in, her knee a brutal claim. Liam's breath snarled out, his cock now throbbing, hard as steel—his blood pounded, ears ringing. "Sharper, huh?" he growled, voice thick, dripping want—cloak rustling as he surged forward—boots grinding leaves into dust—seizing control. "I'll fucking show you practice."
Selene lunged—claws slashed his cloak off, shredding it to the grass in tatters—her lips smashed his, brutal and starving, she thrust her tongue deep, tangling with his, tasting smoke. Her teeth sank into his lip, drawing a hiss—her tail whipped around his thigh, yanking him hard against her—her tits pressed his chest through fabric, nipples rock hard. He grabbed her hips—fingers bruising flesh and then shoved her back, slamming her against the trunk—bark splintered—her growl vibrated his mouth—his hands ripped her shirt up and off, her tits now bounced free, full, dark nipples taut—cock pulsed as he ground it against her cunt through trousers—her claws raked his neck—blood welled, hot and sticky—heat spiked, wild, feral.
Erynn crashed in, wild, needy—lips latched his neck, sucking hard—wet, sloppy—teeth grazed his pulse, a shiver ripping through as she bit his ear—whimpers loud, desperate—her hands tore his shirt—fingers clawed his chest—muscles twitched under her nails—breath stuttered, golden curls snagging his jaw, sticking with sweat. She ripped his shirt off—tossed it to the dirt—palms slapped his bare skin—leaving red streaks—yanked her own shirt free—soft tits bounced, pale and flushed—burn raw against her curve—her scent sweet, ash and lust—hands dove for his trousers—unlacing fast—gasps choking as she gripped his dick—stroking rough—green eyes wild, pupils blown.
Lysandra struck—hands clamped his shoulders—spinning him with brutal force—mouth claimed his, fierce and deep—tongue forced past lips, dominating—tasting steel and sweat—bit his tongue, sharp and hot—growling, "Fucking focus," her voice a blade. She shoved his hands to her waist—tunic damp, skin searing—fingers clawed it up—baring firm tits—nipples peaked—he squeezed hard—thumbs flicked them, rolling—her pulse slammed against his palms—her breath raged, silver eyes molten—chest heaving as she pressed closer—her heat soaking through trousers—cock aching against her.
Selene roared—claws shredding trousers off—tan legs flexed as she kicked them aside—cunt bare, wet, glistening—lips attacked his jaw—teeth sank in—blood trickled—tail lashed, coiling his leg—shoved him down—grass bit his back—straddled his chest—claws raked pecs—blood welled—ground her pussy against him—hot, slick—smearing his skin—tits bounced wild—tan flesh flushed deep—snarls tore the air—hips bucked—claws slashed shoulders—"Fuck me, Hero—now!" she spat, guttural—her juices dripped, marking him.
Erynn ripped trousers off—curls whipping—pussy pink, dripping—hands yanked his dick free—stroking fast—cries sharp—straddled his thigh—grinding her cunt against him—slick, frantic—soft tits smashed his arm—nipples dragged—lips crashed his, sloppy—tongue thrust in, wild, needy—whimpers choked—her burn glowed—hands clawed his chest—"Liam—please!" she gasped—her juices soaked his leg—her hips jerked—golden curls thrashed—her scent flooded—sweet, desperate—her nails drew red lines.
Lysandra tore tunic off—silver hair thrashing—moonlight gilding ripped frame—tits high, nipples stiff—trousers hit dirt—shoved Selene aside—growl thundered—straddled hips—cunt bare, tight—pinned wrists, iron grip—eyes blazed—sank down—his cock slid into her pussy—hot, deep—groan ripped out—hips slammed—nails gouged chest—rhythm brutal—tits bounced—sweat flew—"Take it—fucking take me!" she barked—her walls clenched—silver hair lashed—her heat swallowed him—muscles rippled—breath ragged.
Liam surged—control snapping—hands broke free—grabbed Lysandra's hips—slamming her cunt down—cock pounded deep—her screams rang—yanked Selene's tail—dragged her close—fingers plunged her pussy—two, then three—fucking fast—her howls erupted—claws slashed arm—blood streaked—hips bucked—juices gushed—her snarls turned raw—tan skin shuddered—tits bounced—sweat sprayed—tail whipped grass. He twisted—grabbed Erynn—hauled her up—shoved her down—mouth latched her cunt—tongue thrust deep—sucked clit hard—shrieks pierced—hands clawed hair—curls thrashed—juices flooded—thighs clamped—her screams broke—pussy pulsed—soft flesh quaked.
Selene thrashed—cunt clenched his fingers—claws slashed air—tits swung wild—sweat sprayed—howls guttural—pussy soaked his hand—her hips jerked—tan skin flushed—tail lashed—her snarls feral—"Fuck—harder!" she spat—her juices splashed—marking grass—her claws drew blood—shoulders, chest—red streaked—wilder, unhinged. Erynn screamed—cunt pulsed on his tongue—legs shook—tits pressed—fingers ripped hair—golden strands tore—juices smeared his face—cries shattered—"Liam—fuck—yes!"—her pussy spasmed—burn red—hips bucked—soft skin shuddered—her grip bruised—desperation raw.
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Lysandra roared—walls gripped his cock—hips slammed—nails drew blood—tits swung—sweat flew—rhythm crazed—silver hair lashed—screams tore—cunt tightened—her growl thundered—"Harder—fucking harder!"—her pussy squeezed—muscles flexed—sweat dripped—tits bounced—her eyes blazed—fierce, commanding—her weight pinned—breath raged—voice broke—her climax loomed—raw power surged—Hero's match.
Liam drove—cock relentless—fingers ruthless—tongue savage—cock slammed Lysandra's cunt—fingers fucked Selene's pussy—mouth devoured Erynn's clit—lustforge exploded—heat surged—bodies thrashed—leaves rained—Selene's howls, Erynn's screams, Lysandra's roars—cock, pussy, cunt—raw, insane—Hero unleashed—wilder, darker—his control burned—their chaos, his flame—hollow spun—moonlight flared—sweat, blood, lust—unstoppable.