Chapter 608: One Versus Seven *

Pah! Pah! Pah!

The sound of flesh striking flesh rang through the cabin with sharp, forceful rhythm, loud enough that it seemed to bounce off the walls.

Each snap of Elion’s hips sent another solid smack through Nadia’s wobbly backside, her ass rippling again and again under the weight of his powerful thrusts.

His shaft kept plunging into her sweet, clinging heat, vanishing completely each time he drove forward.

And whenever he pulled back, it emerged slick and shining, coated in her wetness before disappearing into her again just as quickly.

It was an obscene, mesmerizing sight.

The others could only watch in envy.

For the waiting succubi, and even for Zenith, there was something almost humbling about it, seeing Nadia. The quiet, composed one, being the first to receive him.

Every wet thrust, every broken moan that spilled from her lips, every strong motion of Elion’s body only made the others ache more keenly for their own turn.

And beneath that aching anticipation lurked a second thought, one no doubt far less pleasant.

Who would he choose next?

Worse still, who would be left for last?

Nadia’s body continued to jolt forward against the backrest of the seat.

Fortunately, the white couch was very sturdy; unfortunately, it was also beginning to get quite filthy, as her pussy kept leaking juices incessantly, like an endless fountain.

Most of her fluids trickled from the place where Elion’s shaft entered her, ran down the insides of her thighs, and gradually soaked into the cushion below, leaving a growing mess.

"Ohhhhh!"

She jolted sharply when Elion increased the speed and force of his thrusts.

Elion smiled.

"How do you like that?" he asked, though she did not seem able to answer him.

Her walls suddenly clung tightly to his shaft, trying to milk him, and he immediately understood that she was about to climax.

The tightening made it incredibly difficult for him to keep thrusting, since part of him wanted to stop and savor the squeeze, but he pressed on until he finally felt a warm, wet rush spilling from her pussy around his shaft and her stretched pink lips.

With her entrance plugged by his dick, the orgasm came out in a weak spray, but oddly enough, Nadia did not make any loud noises that would have suggested she had climaxed.

If not for her tongue slipping out slightly as she leaned over the backrest, the wild fluttering of her eyes, and the orgasm itself, he might have missed it.

He let her ride the wave of her orgasms for a few moments without moving.

Elion finally stopped thrusting and pulled his glistening cock from her exquisite pussy with an obscene squelch.

Only then did he ease his hands from her waist and let her sag forward against the backrest for a moment, her thighs weak beneath her. She breathed unsteadily as she caught her breath.

Her had not come inside her, and perhaps that defeated the actual purpose of their little exercise, since he was supposed to impregnate her eventually.

Even so, he had decided he would at least have a single round with each of them before filling any wombs with his golden seed.

Just for the love of the game.

Nadia finally looked back at him, her face still flushed a lovely shade of red.

She looked thoroughly debauched, and judging by the heated look she gave him, she very much wanted him to keep going.

But she also understood that her turn had ended with that orgasm.

Truthfully, she also seemed a little confused by how quickly she had come; something like that had never happened to her before.

Even though it had been a while, it still made little sense to her that she could be so sensitive.

And that jolting electricity, whatever exactly he had done, had to be responsible for the unreasonable sensitivity that was to blame for her quick release.

Elion, for his part, was quite pleased with himself.

He had managed to make her peak within just a few minutes, firmly establishing his superiority.

Not that this was some kind of contest, of course, but it still would not have reflected well on him if he had somehow been outdone by one of his own women.

He turned and looked toward the others with a flushed smile, and they all perked up at once, lifting their asses a little higher as if trying to entice him into choosing them next.

"Who’s next?" he asked.

Sadly for them, he had already made up his mind long before turning to them, and he had just said that to tease them up a bit.

With his glistening cock bobbing menacingly between his legs, he turned and walked toward Zenith, who smiled brightly the moment she realized he was coming for her.

She immediately lowered herself a little further and spread her thighs wider on the soft cushion as he stopped behind her.

"Use my vagina as you please, hubby," she said pleasantly, swaying her hips from side to side.

Elion smiled. "Of course."

With Zenith, he did not bother with the teasing.

She was already plenty wet, so he skipped the foreplay just as he had with Nadia at the end, though he suspected Zenith had done something to herself to heighten the effect.

He could not say exactly why he thought that, but part of him would not have been surprised if she were capable of making herself soaking wet through sheer will alone.

After all, a saint’s control over their own body had to be quite unreasonable. In the same way, if she didn’t want to get wet, then she wouldn’t, no matter how hard he tried to arouse her.

Of course, he would still have to test this theory of his sometime in the future to verify his suspicion, with sinful touch in the fold as well.

So, without wasting time, he guided himself forward and slid right past her blue-pinkish folds into the tight, welcoming heat of her pussy.

"Mmmmmmmhmmm..."

Zenith let out a soft, whimpering moan as Elion pushed into her all the way, the blunt head of his cock pressing so deeply it brushed against her cervix and made her whole body tremble with pleasure.

He wasted no time on ceremony. The moment he was fully inside her, he began to drive into her cunt, setting a hard, punishing rhythm from the very start.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Once again, the loud, obscene smacks of flesh slapping flesh echoed through the cabin as Elion pounded into Zenith.

Unlike Nadia, Zenith made no effort to hide her pleasure.

Her moans came out freely, loud and unrestrained, and the sight of the saint wearing such a debauched expression was more than a little strange to the other women.

Even stranger was the sight of her blue pussy lips stretching shamelessly around Elion’s shaft, just as Nadia’s had before her.

The longer they watched, the clearer it became that Zenith was, in the end, simply another woman in this moment.

Whatever grace, mystery, or authority she carried as a powerful saint, none of it spared her now. From start to finish, she was utterly at Elion’s mercy.

Her body rocked forward against the couch with each hard thrust, and her breasts swayed and bounced on her chest, jiggling wildly with the force of his pace.

"Fuck... You are tight as always, Zenith..." Elion mused with a groan. "I don’t think there’s a world where I will ever get used to this! Nnnnngh!"

In much the same fashion, he drove into Zenith until she, too, reached her first climax.

Of course, he had to rely on Sinful Touch to fray her senses and heighten her sensitivity enough that she would actually peak without first milking him dry for his seed.

Once she was finished, he let her sag against the backrest for a moment before pulling his glistening cock free with a wet plop and squelch.

She looked back at him with fluttering eyes, still far from satisfied, but clearly pleased with the attention she had received.

"I’ll be coming back for you, my dear demon..." Elion said with a smile.

Zenith let out a dramatic little whimper before replying, "And I will be waiting patiently."

Once again, he turned his gaze toward the waiting succubi, and once again, he was met with an almost comical display of attention-seeking, each of them wiggling their asses a little more enticingly in hopes of catching his interest.

With a hearty chuckle, Elion made his way toward his next choice.

"Ohhhh! Finally! Some action!"

Veyra was visibly ecstatic that he had chosen her next.

Her eyes looked almost watery with relief, and there was no doubt she had been anticipating this more desperately than any of the others.

"Hahahaha," Elion laughed as he came to a stop behind the shameless expanse of her ass.

Veyra likely had the fullest pair of ass cheeks among the succubi, and by extension, among all his women.

It was the sort of fleshy, generous backside that always looked on the verge of spilling free from a dress, jiggling and shaking with every step. And the way it rippled had to be an absolute delight to watch.

Elion grinned.

Giving in to a sudden impulse, he lifted his right hand and brought it down sharply across the greedy bitch’s ass.

Pah!

The crack rang out through the cabin like a small explosion. Just as he had suspected, the ripple effect made from that single slap was astronomically heavenly to watch.

Almost the same sight one would see if they threw a pebble into a large body of water, just accelerated.

Veyra’s eyes widened so abruptly they nearly rolled back.

"Ohhhhhh!!!"

She cried out, and to Elion’s deep satisfaction, a sudden spray of her slick arousal burst from her like a translucent jet.

She had loved that, no doubt.

The other women flinched and twitched at the sight, as though the impact had somehow reverberated through them as well, each of them feeling a strange sting of secondhand excitement race through their own bodies.

"Slap me again!"

Veyra twisted her head back toward him at once, her tongue poking out, her expression bright with raw excitement. It sounded less like a plea and more like an order.

Elion’s lip twitched, followed by one brow rising up.

Though he was pleased that he had guessed her tastes so accurately without even touching her properly, the fact that she had immediately demanded another slap was concerning.

"It seems I need to teach you a lesson," he mused.

Veyra shivered visibly as he continued.

"You don’t tell me to do it. You beg for it, like the lowly sow you are."

The filthy rebuke sent a violent tremor through her body, and another smaller gush of fluid leaked from her cunt.

Elion, of course, noticed immediately, and the sight drew a pleased smile from him.

’Seems she likes dirty talk as well...’

Without giving her time to repeat herself, he brought his hand down on her again, two times harder this time.

Smack!

"Ahhhhh!"

Veyra’s entire body jolted forward, and the sound she made came out like the broken whine of a wounded dog.

A vivid red handprint bloomed across her right ass cheek, stark against her flushed skin, and yet another glossy spill of arousal slipped from her pussy.