Chapter 194: Lynx and Ten Women IV

His cock was slick, flushed, glowing brighter now with everything he’d taken and everything he’d given.

He looked at the women arranged across the bed, nine of them, wet and waiting, and felt that dark hunger settle low in his gut, patient and bottomless.

"Ava," he said. "Lira. Ophelia. On the bed. Side by side."

They moved. Ava on her back, white hair spread out, blue eyes already glassy with want.

Lira beside her on her stomach, green eyes bright, cheek resting on folded arms. Ophelia on her side, split hair draped over the pillow, rose pink eyes fixed on him like a promise.

Lynx knelt between Ava’s thighs first. Pushed in slow. Watched her golden sigil flare as her cunt stretched around him, that perfect tight heat gripping every inch. Ava’s mouth fell open on a soundless gasp.

"You remember what you were made for?" he asked.

"To hold you," she breathed. "I was made to hold you."

"Then hold me."

He fucked her deep and even, the kind of rhythm that built slow and didn’t let go, and Ava’s hands found Lira’s and Ophelia’s on either side, the three of them linked while he drove into her.

Lira turned her head and kissed Ava’s shoulder. Ophelia stroked Ava’s hair. And Lynx fucked her through her first orgasm, then her second, unrelenting, until Ava’s back arched and she was crying out his name in that cool voice gone completely raw.

He pulled out and shifted to Lira without a word. She was already wet, already pushing back to meet him before he was fully inside her, and he grabbed her hips and fucked her hard from behind.

Fast, sharp strokes that made her tits sway and her breath come in high little yelps.

Ophelia reached over and thumbed Lira’s clit while Lynx fucked her, and Lira came in seconds, sobbing into her own arm.

Then Ophelia. He turned her onto her back and took her slow, deep, his mouth on her throat, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper.

Her rose pink eyes never left his. When she came, it was with a long, shuddering sigh and her nails pressed into the back of his neck, and Lynx felt the light along his cock pulse brighter, feeding on all of it, on their pleasure, their heat, their surrender.

He pulled out and sat back, breathing hard, and looked at the tangle of women around him. Amira and Kira still catching their breath.

Emily watching with wide, dark eyes, her thighs pressed together. Eira and Isabel and Rose and Nyx, all of them flushed and glistening.

"Emily," he said.

Her head snapped up. "I... again?"

"You’ve been watching all night." He held out a hand. "Come here. I’m not finished with you either."

Emily crawled across the silk, dark hair swinging forward over her shoulders, and the closer she got the more Lynx could see how wet she already was, slick shining down the inside of both thighs, her uniform long abandoned somewhere on the floor.

She’d been watching for hours. She was trembling with it.

He caught her by the waist and pulled her into his lap, facing him, knees on either side of his hips.

She was small in his hands, soft, and she made a startled sound when he dragged her down onto him, no preamble, no easing.

Just the head of his cock finding her and pushing up into that tight, soaked heat in one long stroke.

Emily’s back arched. Her mouth opened but nothing came out at first, just a thin, punched out breath, and then... "Oh."

"That’s it," Lynx said into her throat. "Take all of it. Don’t hold back."

She took it. He gripped her hips and rocked her down, up, down, teaching her the rhythm with his hands, and Emily caught on fast, she always did.

Her palms flattened on his chest and she started to ride him herself, rolling her hips in slow circles, and Lynx let her, watching her face with those mismatched eyes while she found her pace.

"Good girl," he said. "Just like that. Ride me."

"It’s..." She bit her lip. Her sigil glowed faint gold between her brows. "It’s so deep, Lynx..."

"Too deep?"

"No." Breathless. "No, don’t stop."

Beside them, Kira had crawled back into the tangle and pressed herself against Amira, mouths meeting, hands roaming, but her orange eyes kept sliding over to watch Emily bounce in Lynx’s lap.

Ava had turned onto her side to see better. Lira’s hand was between her own legs again, working slow, her green eyes dark and fixed on the place where Lynx disappeared into Emily over and over.

Lynx shifted his grip, one hand on Emily’s ass, one fisted in her hair, and started to thrust up into her, meeting every roll of her hips with a hard drive of his own. The slap of it cut through the room.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

Emily cried out with every one, short and sharp, her tits bouncing with the rhythm.

"Fuck—Aghnn~ fuck—" Her voice climbed. "Lynx, I’m gonna cumm—"

"Cum on me," he said. "Let them hear it."

Her whole body locked, cunt clamping down hard, and she sobbed his name into the vast dark room while Lynx fucked her through it, slow and deep, drawing it out until she was shaking and limp against his chest. Then he turned her over.

Onto her back on the silk, hair spread, chest heaving, and he pushed back in. Emily’s hands flew up to grip his shoulders. He hooked one of her thighs over his arm, opened her wide, and drove in at a new angle, hard and steady.

"Again," he said. "I want another one."

"I can’t—"

"You can." He bent down, bit her shoulder, and kept the rhythm relentless. "You watched me and the girls. So take it."

Emily’s eyes rolled back. Her heels dug into the mattress and she started to meet him, hips lifting, and Lynx felt her tighten, that flutter that told him she was close again.

He reached down, thumbed her clit in fast circles while he fucked her, and Emily broke a second time, screaming this time, high and raw, her whole body bowing off the bed.

Lynx pulled out and came across her stomach, long, hot ropes painting her skin, her sigil glowing bright beneath it.

He knelt there over her, breathing hard, cock still twitching, and watched her lie wrecked and gasping in the middle of the bed.

Around them, the room had gone quiet except for breathing and the low, wet sounds of hands still moving between thighs.

Nyx watched from where she lay, red eyes half lidded, tongue dragging slow across her lip. Rose had two fingers buried in herself, red sigil pulsing. Isabel’s hand was on Kira’s knee, stroking.

Lynx looked at them all , nine women wet and waiting and none of them satisfied, and felt that bottomless hunger settle lower in his gut, patient as ever.

"Nobody sleeps yet," he said. "Line up again."

Nobody moved. Then they did, all at once, a slow tide of bodies sliding off the bed and onto their feet, arranging themselves along the foot of the mattress in the twilight glow.

Amira first, still wobbly, one hand braced on Kira’s shoulder. Kira beside her, chin up. Ava, white hair loose.

Lira and Ophelia shoulder to shoulder. Emily, dark hair a mess, sigil still faintly lit. Eira and Isabel and Rose, and Nyx at the far end, arms crossed, watching him like she was taking notes.

Lynx walked the line.

He didn’t hurry. He looked at each of them the way a man looks at something he owns and intends to use, slow, top to bottom, cataloguing.

Ten women. Wet. Waiting. And he wasn’t anywhere close to finished.

"Here’s how this works," he said. "You don’t get to lie down and take it. You get to choose. One at a time, you tell me what you want, and I give it to you, but I decide how."

"And if we don’t choose?" Nyx asked.

"Then you watch until you do." He stopped in front of her. "You’ve had your turn. This one’s for them. Sit down Nyx."

Nyx held his stare for a beat, then lowered herself onto the velvet bench at the foot of the bed, legs crossed, chin propped on her fist. Obedient and hating how much she liked it.

Lynx turned to the line. "Amira. You first. What do you want?"

She swallowed. Her grey eyes flicked down his body and back up. "Your mouth."

"Where?"

Her face went hot. "You know where."

"Say it or watch."

"My pussy," she said, fast. "I want your mouth on my pussy."

"Good girl." He pointed at the bed. "On your back. Head at the foot. Legs open. Hands above your head and keep them there."

Amira climbed onto the mattress and laid herself out, dark hair spilling off the edge, arms stretched over her head, thighs parted wide.

She was already glistening, the lips of her cunt flushed and slick from everything she’d watched and everything she’d taken.

Lynx knelt between her legs, hooked his hands under her thighs, and dragged her to the edge until her ass hung off the mattress and her cunt was level with his face.

He didn’t start gentle. He put his whole mouth on her.

Amira’s back snapped off the bed. His tongue went flat and wide from her entrance to her clit in one long drag, then curled and pressed in, lapping at her like he was drinking.

He sucked her clit between his lips and worked it with his tongue, and her thighs clamped around his ears and her heels dug into his shoulder blades.

"Oh god... ahhh~ oh god~ Lynx—"

He slid two fingers into her without warning, curled them up, and found the swollen spot inside her with the first try.

Her hips bucked off his face. He held her down with one forearm across her belly and kept going, tongue on her clit, fingers pumping, the wet sound of it loud in the vast room.

"Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—"

He stopped.

Amira howled. He pulled his mouth away and looked up at her over the flat plane of her stomach, chin shiny, fingers still buried to the knuckle and not moving.

"You don’t come until I say," he said.

"Understand?"

"Yes... yes, I understand, please—"

"Please what?"

"Please make me come."

"Keep your hands where they are." He put his mouth back on her. This time slow, long, lazy strokes of his tongue, barely touching her clit, watching her face the whole time.

Amira’s breath came in ragged gasps. Her arms strained above her head like she wanted to grab his hair and couldn’t.

He worked her up and backed her off, worked her up and backed her off, until she was begging in a voice that had gone thin and broken.

"Now," he said, and sucked her clit hard while his fingers hammered that spot.

Amira came with a scream. Her whole body bowed, thighs shaking against his ears, cunt clenching around his fingers in tight waves.

He didn’t let up, kept licking her through it, soft now, dragging it out until she was sobbing and trying to close her legs around his head.

He stood, mouth wet, and wiped his chin with the back of his wrist. "Next."

Kira stepped forward before he finished the word. "Me."

"What do you want?"

She looked at his cock, still hard, still faintly glowing, slick with Amira’s wetness from his fingers. "I want to suck you. And then I want you to fuck me standing up."

Lynx raised a brow. "Standing?"

"Against the wall." Her orange eyes were bright and defiant. "I’ve never done it

standing. I want to see if you can hold me up and still make me come."

He laughed, low. "Come here."