My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives

Damian’s fist unclenched slowly as the last of the crimson light faded from his eyes. While Rah’s arms were still loosely around his waist from behind. She rested her cheek between his shoulder blades for a moment, then slid around to face him again.

”You’re thinking too hard again,” she murmured, rising onto her toes. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth. ”The race for the throne of the demon lord will still be there tomorrow.”

Damian’s hands found her hips almost without thought. The thin silk of her night robe was already slightly damp from the night air and it clung to the curve of her waist and the full swell of her breasts. He could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric.

”And you’re thinking of something else entirely,” he answered, voice low.

Rah’s answer was to catch his lower lip between her teeth and tug, just hard enough to make his breath catch. When she released him, her tongue followed, tracing the same path. Damian’s grip tightened. He walked her backward until her spine met the stone railing.

The height dropped away behind her was hundreds of feet of open air and glittering city lights but she only arched into him, unafraid.

He kissed her properly then, deep and unhurried. One hand slid up her back, fingers gathering the silk until it rode high on her thighs. The other cupped the side of her neck, thumb stroking the frantic pulse just beneath her jaw.

Rah made a small, hungry sound into his mouth and rolled her hips forward, grinding the soft heat of her against the growing hardness beneath his robes.

Damian broke the kiss only long enough to speak against her ear.

”Here?”

”Here.” Her voice was already husky. ”Unless you’re suddenly shy about the capital watching.”

He laughed once and spun her so she faced the city. Her hands braced on the cool stone rail. Damian’s body pressed against her back, chest to spine, the hard length of his cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass.

He gathered her long hair and draped it over one shoulder, exposing the elegant line of her neck. His mouth found the sensitive spot just below her ear. He licked, then bit, then soothed with his tongue while his hands worked the ties of her robe.

The silk parted and slid down her arms, pooling at her elbows for a moment before gravity finished the job. It whispered to the stone at their feet. Rah stood naked in the night wind, skin silvered by moonlight, nipples tight from the cold and from the press of Damian’s still-clothed body behind her.

He didn’t undress fully. He only opened his own robes enough to free his cock, thick, already leaking, the head flushed dark. One arm banded around her waist, anchoring her. The other hand slid down her stomach, through the soft curls between her thighs, and found her already slick.

Two fingers parted her folds and stroked upward, circling her clit with just the right pressure until Rah’s hips jerked and a sharp gasp left her.

”Already wet for me,” he murmured against the side of her throat. ”Did thinking about me make you this needy, or was it just the idea of being fucked on the edge of the sky?”

She pushed back against him in answer, grinding the length of his cock between her ass cheeks.

Damian’s fingers left her clit only long enough to gather more of her wetness, then returned firmer, faster. His other hand rose to cup one full breast, thumb sweeping across the stiffened peak. Rah’s head fell back against his shoulder. Soft, broken sounds spilled from her lips with every pass of his fingers.

When she was trembling and dripping down her own thighs, Damian shifted. He guided himself lower, the blunt head of his cock sliding through her folds, coating himself in her. He notched against her entrance and paused, the head just barely stretching her.

”Rah.”

She pushed back hard enough that he sank halfway in on the first thrust. Both of them groaned. Damian’s arm around her waist locked tighter; his free hand returned to her clit, rubbing in tight circles as he worked the rest of his length into her in slow, rolling strokes. The wind whipped around them. Far below, the city lights blurred. Rah’s knuckles whitened on the railing.

Once he was fully seated, her hips flush to her ass, cock buried to the root and he stayed still for a long moment, breathing against the back of her neck, letting her feel every thick inch of him. Then he began to move.

The first few thrusts were deep and measured, pulling almost all the way out so the ridge of his head dragged along her inner walls before he slammed back in.

Rah’s moans grew louder, less controlled while Damian’s fingers never left her clit. He matched the rhythm of his hips, circling when he was buried deep, pressing harder when he withdrew. The wet sound of their joining was obscene against the quiet night.

”Harder,” she demanded, voice cracking.

He gave it to her. The pace turned brutal long, powerful strokes that forced her up onto her toes with every impact. The railing dug into her palms. Damian’s hand left her breast only long enough to slap the side of her ass, once but sharp enough to leave a blooming handprint, then returned to knead the stinging flesh while he fucked her.

Rah’s legs began to shake. He felt the first flutter of her cunt around him and drove in deeper, grinding against the spot that made her cry out.

”Come on my cock,” he whispered against her ear. ”Let the whole capital hear you drown me with your juices.”

The words tipped her over. Rah’s orgasm tore through her in violent waves; her walls clamped down hard, pulsing and milking him. A broken cry left her throat. Damian didn’t slow. He fucked her through it, relentless, drawing the climax out until she was sobbing with overstimulation and still trying to push back onto him.

Only when the last tremor faded did he pull out. Rah made a soft, protesting sound. Damian turned her roughly, lifted her by the backs of her thighs, and set her on the broad stone railing so her ass balanced on the edge. Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. He guided himself back to her entrance and thrust home in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt again.

This angle let him watch her face. Moonlight painted her features, flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

He held her hips and drove into her with short, punishing strokes, the head of his cock kissing her cervix on every thrust. Rah’s nails dug into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks through the fabric of his open robes. Her breasts bounced with the force of his hips and Damian leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard with his teeth grazing the sensitive peak while he continued to fuck her.

Rah’s second climax built faster. He felt it in the way her inner muscles started to flutter again, in the desperate way she clenched around him. Damian’s own release was coiling tight at the base of his spine. He reached between them and found her clit once more, rubbing in firm, rapid circles.

”Together,” he gasped against her breast.

Rah shattered first, cunt spasming around him in rhythmic pulses. The tight, wet heat dragged Damian over the edge a heartbeat later. He slammed in as deep as he could go and held there, cock pulsing hard as he emptied himself inside her in thick, hot spurts.

His forehead dropped to her shoulder, a low, guttural groan vibrated against her skin. Rah’s legs tightened around him, holding him through every throb.

For long seconds they stayed locked together, breathing hard, the night wind cooling the sweat on their skin. Damian’s cock gave a final twitch inside her before slowly softening. He eased out carefully; a thick trickle of his seed followed, sliding down the curve of her ass and dripping onto the stone.

Rah’s arms were still looped around his neck. She gave a soft, satisfied laugh and nuzzled under his jaw.

”Still think I was kidnapped and forced?” she teased, voice hoarse.

Damian’s answering chuckle was quiet. He lifted her off the railing, set her gently on her feet, and gathered the discarded silk robe from the floor. He draped it around her shoulders, then pulled his own robes closed again.

”No,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. ”I think you’re exactly where you want to be.”

Rah smiled against his mouth as he kissed her once more but slower this time, almost tender. Below them the capital glittered on, oblivious. The race for the throne would resume at dawn. For now, on the high balcony of the Violet Palace, the Prince of Lust held his concubine and let the night wind carry the last of their shared heat away.