Chapter 193: Lynx and Ten Women III

"Rose."

Professor Rose Firehart walked to the bed with the same commanding stride she used in her classroom, but her eyes were dark with want, and the red sigil on her forehead pulsed with every step.

She didn’t lie down. She pushed Lynx back onto the mattress, straddled him, and took him inside her with a slow, deliberate sink of her hips.

"You’ve been teasing me all night," she said.

"I’ve been waiting for you to stop pretending you didn’t want this."

She rode him hard, no shyness, no hesitation, her full hips rolling and her big breasts swaying.

He let her have her rhythm for a minute, then gripped her waist and took over, fucking up into her with sharp, punishing strokes. Rose’s composure finally cracked. She moaned, deep and rough, and came with her nails dug into his chest.

When she was done, Lynx sat up, pushed her gently aside, and looked around the room.

Nine women lay scattered across the massive bed, Amira, Kira, Ava, Emily, Lira, Ophelia, Eira, Isabel, Rose, flushed, sweating, spent. And standing at the foot of the bed, watching him with those blood red eyes, was Nyx.

She hadn’t moved. She’d watched everything, the way she always did, with that measured stillness of hers. But her silk robe had slipped off one shoulder, and her lips were parted, and her pupils were blown wide.

"You’re last," Lynx said.

"Again, Maybe I’m not horny anymore Lynx, You like your humans more?" Nyx replied, but her voice was very low, and it shook slightly at the end.

"You’re in my mind world. You’re in my bed. You’re watching me fuck nine women and you’re wet enough that I can smell it from here." He stood, crossed to her, and caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"You’re mine, Nyx. You’ve been mine since the first time, and I promise to fuck you all countless times tonight."

For a long moment, she stared at him. Then she smiled, slow, dangerous, and full of surrender. "Fine."

He picked her up and threw her onto the bed. Her robe came open as she landed, and he saw everything, pale skin, perfect curves, that deep blue hair spilling across the pillow. He crawled over her, caging her with his arms, and kissed her hard.

When he pushed into her, Nyx, Eternal Blessed, Transcendent currently, a demon who could level worlds, moaned like any other woman.

Her cunt was tight, hot, gripping him in a way that made his vision swim. He fucked her slow at first, deep and deliberate, and watched her face come apart.

Then he fucked her hard. He spanked her. He pulled her hair. He made her say his name, over and over, until she was hoarse with it.

And when she came, when her whole body arched off the bed and her nails raked down his back and she screamed, Lynx finally let himself finish.

He drove deep, held, and came inside her in long, hot pulses, filling her while she shuddered around him.

He stayed there, buried in her, breathing hard, surrounded by the warmth of nine other women on the bed. Nyx’s hands came up to frame his face, and she looked up at him with those red eyes.

"Again," she whispered.

Lynx laughed, low and rough. "Greedy."

"You promised."

He pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and pushed back in. "Then let’s go again."

He didn’t ease back in. He drove home in one stroke, and Nyx’s spine bowed off the mattress, a sound tearing out of her throat that wasn’t a word.

Her fingers clawed the silk. He caught her wrists, pinned them flat beside her head, and fucked her like that, long, heavy, every drive bottoming out against her cervix with a wet slap that cracked through the vast bedroom.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

Nyx’s cheek pressed into the pillow, her midnight hair fanned across it, her red eyes half-lidded and burning. "Harder," she rasped.

"Lynx~ Ahn~ harder..."

He gave her harder. Both hands on her hips, hauling her back to meet every thrust, her ass smacking against his pelvis with each drive.

The sound was obscene, rhythmic, filling the room. Sweat slid down his spine. The silver mark on his forehead flared, and her cunt squeezed in answer, tight and hot and dripping down her thighs.

"You feel that?" he said, low. "That’s how wet you are for me. Say it."

"I’m—" Her voice broke as he hit something deep and made her whole body jerk. "I’m soaked. Fuck, Lynx, I’m soaked for you."

"Good girl."

He pulled out slow, watched his cock come away glistening, strings of her slick clinging to the shaft, and shoved back in to the hilt. Nyx screamed into the pillow. He did it again.

Again. Until she was pushing back to meet him, hips rolling, chasing the stretch of him.

On the bed around them, the others had stirred.

Amira had rolled onto her side to watch, one hand drifting between her own thighs. Kira propped herself up on an elbow, orange eyes fixed on the place where Lynx and Nyx joined, her lips parted.

Ava lay on her back, breathing shallow, her golden sigil pulsing in time with the slap of skin on skin.

None of them looked away.

Lynx reached down, slid two fingers under Nyx’s hips, and found her clit. Rubbed it in tight circles while he fucked her from behind. Her whole body seized.

"Don’t stop," she gasped. "Don’t you dare stop—"

"Come on my cock, then. Show them."

She came. Her cunt clamped down around him in hard, rippling waves, and she sobbed his name into the silk, thighs shaking, slick running down the inside of her leg.

Lynx fucked her through it, slow and deep, letting her feel every last clench. Only when she went limp did he pull out and turn her over.

He grabbed her ankles, spread her wide, and pushed back in. Face to face now. Her red eyes locked on his, glazed and defiant and wrecked all at once.

He fucked her slow, deliberate, watching her face come apart with every stroke.

"Say you’re mine."

"I’m... Aghnn~" She bit her lip. Her body responding. "I’m yours."

"Again."

"I’m yours, Lynx. I’m yours.."

He drove in hard, and her words dissolved into a moan. He bent his mouth to her throat, bit down, and fucked her faster, the slap of their bodies loud and steady, her tits bouncing with every thrust, her nails raking down his back hard enough to leave lines.

The sting only made him harder.

"Pah pah.. pah—" she panted, matching the rhythm. "God, that sound..."

"You like hearing yourself get fucked?"

"Yes..."

"Then be louder."

She was. Her moans climbed, sharp and open, no composure left in her at all. He felt her start to tighten again, that telltale flutter around his shaft, and he pushed her knees up to her chest and hammered into her.

Nyx shattered a second time, screaming, her whole body arching off the bed, and Lynx finally let go, drove deep, held, and came inside her in long, hot pulses, filling her while she shuddered and milked him through it.

He stayed buried, breathing hard, forehead pressed to hers. Nyx’s hands came up and gripped his shoulders, nails still dug in.

"Still not done," she whispered.

He laughed, low and rough. "I told you. I could take all of you down in seconds."

He pulled out. Cum and her own slick trailed down her thigh, and she made a small, wrecked sound at the loss.

Lynx sat back on his heels and looked around the bed at the women watching him, Amira, Kira, Ava, Emily, Lira, Ophelia, Eira, Isabel, Rose. Flushed, wet, half spent, and none of them done either.

"Amira," he said. "On your back. Kira, get behind her."

Amira’s grey eyes went wide, but she moved, rolled onto her back in the middle of the bed, dark hair spread across the silk.

Kira crawled over and settled behind her, lifting Amira’s head into her lap, one hand sliding down to cup Amira’s breast.

"What are you..." Amira started.

Lynx straddled her chest, cock still wet and glowing faintly at the base, and dragged the head across her lips. "Open."

She did. He pushed into her mouth, slow, and Amira’s eyes fluttered shut as he filled it, thick and heavy on her tongue, salt and her own slick coating him.

He fucked her mouth in shallow strokes at first, letting her find the rhythm, one hand braced on the headboard.

Kira pinched Amira’s nipple, rolled it between her fingers, and Amira moaned around him, the vibration dragging a groan out of Lynx’s chest.

"That’s it," he said. "Take it deeper."

He pushed further, felt the back of her throat, and Amira’s hands came up to grip his thighs.

Spit ran from the corner of her mouth, down her cheek, into her hair. Kira watched with hooded eyes and kept working her breast, her other hand slipping between her own legs.

Lynx pulled out before he finished, let Amira gasp for air, strings of saliva still connecting her lips to his cock.

He shifted down her body, pushed her thighs apart, and shoved into her cunt in one motion.

Amira cried out, still hoarse from the throat fucking, and Kira held her head, stroking her hair while Lynx fucked her hard and fast.

Pah! Pah!! Pah!!

The wet slap of it filled the room. Amira’s tits bounced with every drive, and Kira bent down to suck one nipple into her mouth, teeth grazing, and Amira’s back arched off the bed.

"Fuck... Kira, Lynx.." Amira’s words came out broken. "I’m gonna... don’t stop.."

"Then come," Lynx said. "Come on my cock while Kira watches."

She came with a strangled cry, cunt gripping him tight, and Kira didn’t let up on her breast, drawing it out, until Amira was sobbing and shuddering beneath them both.

Lynx fucked her through it, then pulled out and grabbed Kira’s hair.

"Your turn. Mouth."

Kira smiled slow and slid down, taking him in without hesitation, deep on the first pass, all the way to the base, her nose pressed into his pelvis.

She’d learned him. She knew what he liked.

She came up slow, tongue flat along the underside, then took him deep again, one hand working the base while her mouth did the rest.

The wet sounds of it, her throat, her breath, the slick drag of her lips, made Ava moan aloud from where she watched.

Lynx fisted his hand in Kira’s orange hair and fucked her mouth, faster now, watching tears bead at the corners of her eyes without ever easing off. She took it.

Glared up at him while she took it, that stubborn fire still burning in her face even with her mouth full of him.

"Look at you," he said. "Can’t even breathe and you’re still glaring."

Kira hummed around him, a challenge, a vibration, and Lynx’s jaw clenched. He pulled her off before he came, breathing hard, and dragged her up by the hair into a rough kiss.

"On your hands and knees," he said against her mouth. "I’m not done with you."

Kira scrambled into position, ass in the air, and looked back over her shoulder with that same defiant look.

Lynx mounted her and slammed in, no warm up. Kira’s hands fisted the sheets and she took every stroke, pushing back to meet him, the slap of their bodies steady and brutal.

Behind them, Ava had crawled closer, and Lira, and Ophelia, the whole bed drawn toward the center like the room itself was tilting.

Ava reached out and slid her hand along Kira’s flank, up to her breast, and squeezed. Kira’s moan stuttered.

"You like being watched?" Ava asked her, low.

"Fuck you," Kira gasped, and came anyway, clenching around Lynx so hard he had to grit his teeth to hold on.

He pulled out and turned to face the room.