Demonic Po*nstar System

Chapter 823: Fighting

— MoonlitSinner: the sounds... the wet sounds of their skin on his... I’m losing my mind 🥺

— SinfullyDevoted: nobody is talking.

— KaisBicep: five women pressed against him and not one of them stopped... the way their skin just... slides...

— xo_valkyrie: this is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen and they haven’t even started yet

Five women. Five naked, lathered, medicine-slick bodies against every inch of him, anger in their eyes and devotion in every point of contact, every touch real and earned.

— Kaiden’s Wife (mod): He’s exhausted and instead of resting he’s fighting for his girls...

— PrincelessPrincess (mod): Fighting?

— Lady Leia (mod): The Blood Knight is fighting harder than he has all day! He said he needs our support and you’re sitting here questioning him?? Do you doubt him? @Kira @Rika give me head mod role she’s gone off the rails!

— KaisBicep: @PrincelessPrincess heartless bitch!! he was ALONE in there!! his girls were on the other side!! he took every one of those hits because they couldn’t back him up!!

— PrincelessPrincess (mod): ... I didn’t mean it like that, Leia! Stop vying for my sacred position or I’ll annihilate you, bitch!

— Lady Leia (mod): One day, it’ll be mine...

Aria’s fingers found the second fracture along his collarbone that he hadn’t mentioned, and the tear slipped before she could catch it.

His thumb was there first. He caught it at her cheekbone, and she leaned into his palm with a shudder that traveled through her whole body, her silver eyes wet and furious and so full of him that the twenty-seven million women watching forgot they were strangers.

”I’m fine, girls.”

”You’re not fine...” she whispered.

”Does it really look like it?” Kaiden chuckled, gesturing broadly at the five heavenly pairs of breasts and their amazing owners, making Aria pout strongly.

At least, until his mouth found hers. The pout died within mere seconds, replaced by an overwhelming need to feel the love of her life with her tongue.

The fangirl counter surged.

Aria kissed him the way she touched him, soft and thorough and unwilling to let go, her soaped breasts pressing flush against his chest as her fingers slid from his collarbone into his hair, and the small sound she made against his lips when he pulled her closer traveled through both of them like current.

Her thighs parted over his lap in one smooth motion, the wet warmth of her settling against him with her knees sinking into the bed on either side of his hips, and the full weight of her slick body in his hands drew a groan out of him that Calypso felt through his spine where her chest was still pressed against his back.

The demoness responded by rolling her hips against him from behind, the heavy swell of her breasts dragging up his shoulder blades in a slow arc that left heat everywhere it touched, her tail coiling around his thigh in a possessive squeeze as she pressed her mouth to the back of his neck and hummed against his skin.

”Darling~” she breathed, and the single word carried everything her body was already saying.

Bastet moved without announcement, settling at his left with the quiet precision of a woman who had already decided where she belonged.

Her lathered body pressed against his arm in a long, warm slide, tanned skin on his, and her mouth found the crook of his neck with a reverence that needed no words. Her ears were forward now, tilted toward the sounds Aria was making, and the slow curl of her tail behind her said everything her silence didn’t.

Nyx stayed low.

Her knees on the stone, her body between his legs beneath Aria’s perch, her palms sliding up the inside of his thighs with a touch so light and so knowing that his breath hitched through the kiss.

She didn’t rush.

She traced the lines of muscle from knee to hip with fingertips still slick with ointment, watching the tension build in his stomach, watching Aria’s hips press down harder in response to whatever his hands were doing to her waist, and Nyx smiled against his thigh because she was exactly where she wanted to be and the night was only beginning.

Luna watched Aria ride the kiss deeper, watched Calypso grinding against his back, and the competitive instinct that had driven her to soap-wash him with her tits for millions of horny bitches lit behind her eyes again.

She didn’t wait for an opening, but made one, sliding between Kaiden’s right side and Aria’s thigh to press her petite, slick frame against his arm, her mouth finding the muscle at his bicep and biting down softly enough to tease and hard enough to make him feel it.

”Look at you, shamelessly enjoying all this with a smug grin...” she muttered against his skin, teeth scraping.

”And what am I meant to do, wail in misery?” Kaiden’s grin deepened.

”No, but you could-”

The Storm Valkyrie was interrupted. Her man wasn’t having this nonsense of hers.

”Luna, let’s be honest with ourselves. If you were going out of your way to do such a thing for me, and I sat here like a statue, what would you do?”

”...” A certain gremlin’s lips trembled. The words didn’t want to come out of her, until Kaiden grabbed a handful of her tits and pinched, pulling. A tight gasp escaped her lips before she looked away and admitted, ”I’d bite your dick off. And not in a way you’d enjoy.”

”Right.” Kaiden’s grin turned to one of utmost victory. At least until Luna returned the grab, finding two precious family jewels in her palm.

The look she sent him was more than enough to remove the victorious expression from his lips, which in turn made Luna look like the victor.

*SLAP!*

His palm came down on her butt hard enough to echo, and Luna’s victorious expression shattered.

Before she could process it his fingers dug into the soft curve and hauled her into his lap, her petite body folding against his chest in a wet slide of soaped skin, and his mouth closed over her left breast with a hunger that had nothing to do with healing.

”H-hey!!” Luna’s hands shot to his shoulders and pushed, her arms trembling with resistance that fought him in word and melted in practice. ”W-wait, you idiot! You’re supposed to be sitting still and getting healed! Aria literally just fixed your collarbone and you’re - nngh - moving around like a damn animal!”

Her fingers curled against his shoulders instead of pushing. Her back arched into his mouth despite every word leaving her lips. ”S-stay put! You reckless... stupid... haah... You should focus on healing...”

Kaiden pulled off her breast with a wet pop, looked her dead in the eyes, and grinned. ”But I am healing, Luna. This heals me faster than any S-tier healer ever could.”

Luna stared at him, flushed from her collarbones to her ears, her small chest glistening and rising fast. ”...You know nothing is flowing from them, right?” She flicked his forehead. ”No matter how hard you suck, those are regular tits attached to a regular woman. Not a damn cow like the one kneeling between your legs.”

”Yep, that’s me~!” Nyx chirped happily, then kissed his thighs lovingly before going back to work.

Kaiden looked at the beet red gamer girl.

The grin faded, and his eyes held hers with an intensity that made her breath stall.

”Nothing will come out? Are you sure about that?”

”Y-yes!” she nodded firmly, then blushed. ”You need pregnancy-”

His irises shifted, interrupting the girl. A greedy, hungry orange swallowed his pupils, lighting the dim bedroom in amber as the Gluttony stance settled into his body like a second heartbeat.

He latched onto her breast again.

”WHA-?!”

Luna’s body seized. Her fingers clawed into his hair and her back went rigid as a pull she had never felt before reached through her skin, past blood and mana, into the warm living current underneath, and drew.

He was drinking her.

The living force itself, sipped through the soft flesh of her breast in a stream so gentle it cost her nothing, less than what she regenerated simply by existing, a trickle that carried the warmth of Gluttony’s touch and a promise she could break it with a single thought if she chose to.

He’d never done this before. He’d never even suggested it, and the fact that her body was the first one he’d tried it on sent a spike through her chest that she refused to examine.