Chapter 191: Lynx and Ten Women I

Amira stepped forward, her striking grey eyes locking onto his with a hungry, sultry look. A seductive smirk curved her full lips as she ran a hand down her tight waist.

"Oh..." Amira purred softly, her voice dripping with heat. "I like the sound of that."

Lynx didn’t wait another second. He reached out, pulled Amira tightly against his chest, and slammed his lips onto hers in a deep, fiery kiss, starting the night in his private paradise.

He didn’t stop at her mouth. His hands slid down the curve of Amira’s spine, gripped the hem of her shirt, and peeled it up over her ribs.

She broke the kiss just long enough for it to clear her head, then his mouth was on her throat, teeth scraping, tongue dragging over the pulse that jumped under his lips.

"You’re already shaking," Lynx murmured against her skin.

"I’m not..." Amira’s breath cut off as his palm closed over her breast, thumb finding the nipple through thin silk. "I’m not shaking."

"Liar." He pinched, hard enough to make her arch into him, and she made a sound low in her throat that she tried to swallow.

He caught the sound anyway, chased it down her collarbone, and walked her backward until the backs of her knees hit the mattress edge.

She went down because he pushed her. Amira landed on the silk with her hair fanned out and her grey eyes wide, chest rising fast, the hard points of her nipples visible through the damp fabric of her bra.

Lynx stood over her, unbuttoning his shirt one slow button at a time while ten women watched from around the room.

"Strip," he said. Not loud. He didn’t need to be loud.

Amira’s fingers fumbled at her waistband. She got her pants down over her hips, kicked them off, and Lynx caught her ankle before she could close her legs.

He dragged her to the edge of the bed, spread her thighs with both hands, and looked at her, pink, wet, glistening under the twilight glow filtering through the castle windows.

"Look at that," he said. "Soaked through your underwear before I even touched you."

"Shut up," she breathed.

"Make me." He hooked a finger under the crotch of her panties, pulled it aside, and pushed two fingers into her cunt in one slow stroke to the knuckle.

Amira’s whole body bowed off the mattress.

"There it is. Tight as a fist. You been saving this for me?"

"Yes... god, yes..."

He curled his fingers inside her, found the spot that made her heels dig into the sheets, and worked it while his thumb circled her clit.

Not fast. Deliberate. He wanted her to feel every pass of his knuckles against the front wall of her cunt, every drag of his thumb. Her hips rolled to meet him, chasing, and he pulled his hand back just enough to make her whine.

"Please," she said.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me. Lynx. Please."

He stripped his trousers off, kicked them aside, and knelt between her thighs. His cock was already hard, already glowing faintly at the base, that silver gold light tracing the thick vein up the underside.

Amira looked at it and her mouth went dry. He caught the look on her face and grinned.

"You remember what that does to you?"

"I remember."

He dragged the head through her wetness, slicking himself, pressing just barely against her entrance without pushing in.

Amira’s breath came in short, ragged bursts. Her hands twisted in the sheets. He did it again. And again. Until she was cursing under her breath, hips bucking, trying to take him in.

Then he shoved in to the root.

Amira screamed. Not a cry... a scream, raw and high, her whole body locking around the sudden stretch of him.

He was thick, and her cunt gripped him like it had been built to, walls clenching and fluttering as they tried to make room. Lynx didn’t move.

He held himself deep, let her feel every inch, and watched her face contort.

"Breathe," he said.

"I can’t..."

"Breathe, Amira." He pulled back until only the head was inside her, then drove in again, slow and heavy, and she felt every ridge of him scrape along her walls.

"That’s it. Take it."

He set a rhythm, long and deep strokes that bottomed out against her cervix with a dull, perfect pressure that made her see white at the edges.

His pelvis ground against her clit on every pass. The wet sound of it filled the room, obscene and loud, and Amira stopped trying to be quiet. She moaned his name, over and over, a broken chant.

"Harder," she begged. "Please, harder..."

He fucked her harder. Pinned her hips to the mattress with both hands and slammed into her, the slap of skin against skin echoing off the stone walls.

Sweat beaded on his chest, that faint moonlight glow under his skin catching the light as his muscles worked.

The silver mark on his forehead and the glow on his cock flared brighter with every thrust, feeding on her pleasure, giving it back more than she could ever imagine.

Amira came with a sob, cunt milking him in tight waves, and he didn’t stop.

He fucked her through it, into the oversensitive shuddering after, until she was gasping and clawing at his forearms and coming again, harder, her whole body wracked with it.

Only then did he pull out. He flipped her onto her stomach with one hand between her shoulder blades, dragged her hips up until her ass was in the air, and pushed back into her from behind.

Amira cried out, face pressed into the silk, fingers fisting the sheets.

"Better angle," Lynx said, and it was a real good angle for him, he hit deeper, the head of his cock grinding against that spot on every stroke.

His hand came down on her ass with a sharp crack that made her jerk and moan. He did it again, other cheek, leaving a red print that bloomed under his palm. "You like that."

"Yes..."

"Say it."

"I like it. Fuck, I like it, don’t stop—"

He spanked her a third time, harder, and felt her cunt spasm around him. He grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and pulled her head back, arching her spine, and fucked her like that, rough, fast, the slap of his hips against her ass loud in the vast room.

Amira’s moans turned into incoherent sounds. Her third orgasm built low and tight and then broke over her, and she screamed into the sheets as her whole body shook.

Lynx pulled out and let her collapse. She lay there panting, thighs slick, cum and her own wetness trailing down the inside of one leg. He didn’t give her time to recover.

He was already looking past her, at the row of women watching with flushed faces and parted lips.

"Kira," he said. "Come here."

Kira stepped forward, already stripped down to her underwear, she’d been working at the clasp of her bra the whole time she watched.

Her deep orange eyes were bright, hungry, fixed on the glow along his cock. She climbed onto the bed, straddled his lap where he sat back against the headboard, and ground her wet cunt against his shaft without preamble.

"You made me wait," she said.

"I made you watch." He gripped her hips as he grinned, "There’s a difference."

"Asshole." She lifted up, reached between them, and guided him to her entrance.

Then she sank down, slow, and both of them groaned as her tight heat swallowed him inch by inch.

Kira was soaked, but she was still tight, the kind of tight that squeezed on every pull back, that made Lynx’s jaw clench. She bottomed out with a shudder and sat there, breathing hard, adjusting.

"Fuck," she whispered. "You’re so deep."

"You feel that?" He pressed a hand flat to her lower belly. "That’s me. Right there."

Kira’s eyes went wide. She started to move, rolling her hips in slow circles, then rising and dropping, finding the rhythm.

Lynx let her set the pace for a minute, watching her tits bounce, watching the flush spread down her chest. Then he got bored of being ridden and took over.

He grabbed her hips and fucked up into her, hard, driving her up off his lap and slamming her back down. Kira’s hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in. "Oh god... Lynx—"

"That’s it. Take it."

He set a brutal rhythm, using her body like a toy, and Kira loved every second of it. Her head fell back, her hair spilling down her spine, moans spilling out of her throat without shame.

He bent his head and caught one nipple in his mouth, biting down, and she screamed and clenched around him.

"Now my dear Kira, cum for me," he said against her skin.

She came. Her whole body seized, cunt rippling around him in tight pulses, and she collapsed forward onto his chest, gasping.

Lynx held her there for a moment, still buried deep, then lifted her off and set her aside on the mattress.

"Ava."

Ava came without being told twice. She was already naked, she’d shucked her clothes the moment Amira hit the bed.

White hair loose around her shoulders, blue eyes dark with want, golden sigil on her forehead pulsing in time with his mark.

She knelt on the bed and crawled toward him on all fours, and the sight of it, that pale, slim but voluptuous body moving with deliberate intent, made his cock twitch.

He didn’t wait for her to reach him. He grabbed her by the waist, flipped her onto her back, and pushed her knees up to her chest. Folded her nearly in half.

Ava’s breath caught.

"You remember this one?" he asked.

"The... Ohhhh~" He was already inside her, one long push, and she felt every inch of the stretch.

"Yes. Aghnn~, yes."

He fucked her like that, her legs over his shoulders, his weight pressing her into the mattress, every thrust hitting deep and heavy.

Ava’s hands scrambled for purchase and found the sheets. Her cunt was tight, slick, gripping him with each pull back, and her golden sigil flared brighter with every stroke.

"Look at me," he said.

She did. Those blue eyes locked on his, and he watched them go glassy as he fucked her through her first orgasm, then her second. He didn’t slow down.

He wanted her to feel it, the way her body kept giving even when she thought it had nothing left.

On the third, she sobbed his name and her whole cunt clamped down, and Lynx finally let himself feel it fully, that hot squeeze along his length.

But he didn’t come. Not yet.

He pulled out and turned to the room.

"Emily."