Chapter 195: Lynx and Ten Women V

Kira dropped to her knees on the velvet carpet without being told twice. She took him in both hands first, one at the base, one cupping his balls, and looked up at him with that stubborn fire in her face.

Then she dragged her tongue from the root of him all the way up the underside, slow, feeling the thick pulse under the skin, and took the head into her mouth.

She worked him like she had something to prove. Down, slow, taking him deeper than she had earlier, her throat opening around him until her nose pressed into his pelvis and her eyes watered.

She held it there, breathed through her nose, and came back up with a wet drag of her lips that made his jaw tighten.

"That’s it," he said. "All the way."

She did it again. And again. Spit ran down her chin and onto her tits. She cupped his balls and squeezed gently with each pass, and her free hand slid between her own thighs, working her clit while she sucked him.

The room had gone quiet except for the wet sounds of her mouth and the small, choked noises she made when he pushed too deep.

Lynx fisted a hand in her orange hair and held her down on him, just for a second, just to feel her throat work.

Kira’s eyes flew open and she glared up at him, and didn’t pull off.

"Good," he said, and let her up.

She came off him with a gasp, chin slick, chest heaving. He hauled her to her feet by the arm, walked her to the nearest stone wall, and pinned her there with his body.

She hooked one leg around his hip. He caught the other and lifted her, and she grabbed his shoulders as he lined himself up and pushed in.

Kira’s head fell back against the stone. He fucked her against the wall, slow at first, letting her feel the angle, then faster, her back scraping the stone with every drive, her tits bouncing against his chest.

She wrapped both legs around his waist and held on, and he pounded her until the slap of it echoed off the vaulted ceiling.

"Oh fuck~ Lynx... right there—"

"You wanted standing," he said. "You getting what you wanted?"

"Yes— yes— don’t stop—"

He shifted his grip, one hand under her ass, one arm braced on the wall, and drove up into her at a new angle.

Kira’s nails raked down his back and she came with a sharp cry, cunt clamping hard around him, and he fucked her through it without slowing, through the oversensitive shuddering, until she was gasping and limp in his arms.

He carried her back to the bed and laid her down. Then he turned to the line.

"Ava. Lira. Both of you. On the bed. Lira on her back, Ava on top of her, facing me."

They moved fast. Lira lay back, green eyes wide, and Ava straddled her waist, facing Lynx, white hair falling around her face.

Lynx knelt behind Ava and pushed into her from behind, one long stroke, and Ava’s golden sigil flared.

He fucked her in slow, deep strokes, and each thrust drove her hips forward into Lira’s stomach, and Lira reached up and grabbed Ava’s breasts and squeezed.

"Both of you touch her," Lynx said. "Lira, your hand. Ava, hers."

Lira’s fingers slid down between Ava’s thighs. Ava reached back and found Lira’s cunt.

And Lynx fucked Ava while Ava fingered Lira and Lira fingered Ava, the three of them tangled in a loop of hands and hips and wet sound. Ava came first, tightening around him.

Lira came a few seconds later, back arching off the bed. Lynx pulled out of Ava and pushed straight into Lira without missing a beat, and Lira’s cry cut off into a moan as he took her hard and fast, Ava’s wetness still slicking him.

"Emily," he said over his shoulder. "Ophelia. Eira. Isabel. Rose. Get on the bed. Hands and knees, in a row. I’m not done with any of you."

They arranged themselves, five women on their hands and knees across the silk, hips up, heads down, a line of them waiting.

Lynx moved down the row like a man working a field. He took Emily from behind first, slow and deep, reaching around to thumb her clit while he did.

Then Ophelia, hard and fast, one hand fisted in her split pink and white hair. Then Eira, with a slap on the ass that made her cry out. Then Isabel, gentle and slow, his mouth on her spine.

Then Rose, who pushed back to meet him and got a hand around her throat for it.

He didn’t come. Not once.

When he’d worked them all, he sat back on his heels in the middle of the bed and looked around.

Ten women, wrung out, glistening, spread across the silk. Amira still hadn’t moved from where he’d left her. Kira lay flat on her back, breathing hard.

Ava and Lira were tangled together. Emily’s thighs were shaking. Rose had a red handprint on her ass.

And Nyx sat on the bench at the foot of the bed, legs crossed, watching him with those blood red eyes.

"You haven’t come once," she said.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I’m not done, yet, I wasn’t kidding earlier." He stood up on the mattress, cock jutting, and looked down at all of them. "One more. All of you. On the floor. Knees. Around me. And this time I want every mouth on me until I come down your throats."

They moved like they’d been waiting for it. Ten women slid off the bed and onto the velvet carpet, kneeling in a tight ring around him, Amira, Kira, Ava, Lira, Ophelia, Emily, Eira, Isabel, Rose, and Nyx.

Hands found him first, one fist at the base, another cupping him, another sliding wet along the shaft.

Then mouths. Kira took the head. Ava’s tongue ran up the underside. Lira licked his balls. Emily kissed the shaft.

They traded him back and forth, sloppy and eager, and Lynx stood there with his head tipped back and his hand in whoever’s hair was nearest, letting them work.

It didn’t take long. Not after all of it. The silver mark on his forehead blazed, and the glow along his cock surged bright, and he felt it build low and heavy.

"Mouths open," he said. "All of you."

Ten faces tilted up. Ten mouths open. He stroked himself twice and came, thick, hot, in long ropes across their tongues and lips and chins, one after another, until they were all painted with him, and whoever could swallowed, and whoever couldn’t let it run down.

He stood there breathing hard, cock still twitching, looking down at ten wrecked faces all turned up to his.

Then he reached down and pulled Ava up by the chin and kissed her, his cum still on her mouth.

He pulled back, and Ava’s mouth chased his, her tongue swiping the corner of his lip where a smear of him still clung to her skin.

She licked it clean and swallowed, and her blue eyes never left his.

"You’re a mess," she said, voice low and hoarse from everything she’d swallowed. "All of you."

Lynx looked down the line of kneeling women. Ten faces tilted up at him, chins shining, lips swollen, some still working their tongues over their teeth to catch the last of him.

Kira spat into her palm and wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist, then grinned at him like she’d just won something.

Emily had both hands pressed flat to her thighs, shoulders trembling, dark hair stuck to the sweat at her temples.

Rose had one finger in her mouth, sucking the taste off it, watching him over the knuckle with that red sigil pulsing slow on her forehead.

"Nobody told you to stop kneeling," Lynx said.

They didn’t move.

He stepped out of the ring of them, cock still half hard and slick, and walked to the foot of the bed.

The velvet bench Nyx had been sitting on was empty now.

He turned. "Ava. Eira. On the bed. Ava on her back. Eira, on top of her, facing me. Straddle her hips."

They rose from the carpet and moved. Ava lay back against the silk, white hair fanning out, her golden sigil still glowing faintly between her brows.

Eira climbed over her, dark hair falling forward over her shoulders, that tanned skin gleaming under the twilight light from the windows.

She settled her weight onto Ava’s hips, facing Lynx, and Ava’s hands came up automatically to grip Eira’s thighs.

Lynx knelt behind Ava’s head. He caught her by the jaw, tilted her face back until her throat stretched, and pushed his cock into her mouth from above, upside down, slow, watching her lips stretch around him and her eyes go wide.

Ava made a wet, startled sound and her hands tightened on Eira’s legs.

"Hold her open," Lynx said to Eira.

Eira understood. She reached down, hooked her fingers into the crease of Ava’s thighs, and spread her wide, cunt pink and glistening and open to the air.

Then Eira lowered her own hips and pressed her mouth to it.

Ava’s whole body convulsed. The sound she made around Lynx’s cock vibrated up his shaft and punched a groan out of his chest.

He fucked her throat in slow, shallow strokes while Eira’s tongue worked between her legs, and the two sensations braided together, Ava’s mouth wet and hot on him, Ava’s cunt being licked by a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

"Look at that," Lynx said, low. "You’ve got a mouth full of cock and a tongue in your pussy at the same time. That what you wanted?"

Ava couldn’t answer. She could only make noise around him, and the noise was answer enough.

Her hips rolled up against Eira’s face. Her thighs clamped around Eira’s ears.

Eira lifted her head just long enough to breathe, chin shining. "She’s dripping," she said. "You should feel how wet she is."

"I can smell it."

"Then come down here and do something about it."

Lynx pulled out of Ava’s mouth. She gasped, chest heaving, spit running down her cheek into her hair.

He moved down the bed, pushed Eira off Ava’s hips onto her back beside her, and knelt between both of them, two women side by side on the silk, thighs open, both of them flushed and wet and waiting.

"Eira first," he said. "You’ve been patient."

He pushed into Eira in one stroke. She was soaked, slick from fingering herself while she watched, slick from Ava’s cunt on her mouth, and he slid in to the root with no resistance at all.

Eira’s back arched off the mattress and her hands flew up to grip his forearms.

"Oh, Oghnn~ fuck —"

"That’s it." He set a hard rhythm immediately, no warm-up, the slap of his hips against her ass loud in the vast stone room. "You like watching me fuck the others, don’t you."

"Yes—"

"Say it."

"I like watching you fuck them." Her voice came out in pieces between thrusts. "I like— I like when you take them apart—"

"And then you get your turn."

"And then I get my turn..."

He fucked her harder, drove her up the bed until her head nearly hit the headboard, and Ava reached over and grabbed Eira’s breast, pinching the nipple hard.

Eira cried out and came, sudden, sharp, her cunt clenching around him in tight pulses. Lynx didn’t stop.

He fucked her through it, into the oversensitive shivering after, until she was clawing at his back and begging him to slow down.

He didn’t slow down. He pulled out and pushed straight into Ava without a break.

Ava’s golden sigil flared bright.

Her cunt was already swollen and slick from Eira’s mouth, and he bottomed out in her with a wet slap that made her whole body jolt.

He grabbed her ankles and pushed her knees up and apart, folding her nearly in half, and fucked her at that angle, deep, punishing, every stroke dragging the head of his cock along the front wall of her cunt.

"You feel that?" he said. "That’s the same spot that made you come eighteen times last time. You remember?"

"I remember..." Ava’s voice broke. "I remember every one."

"Good. Count them this time."