Chapter 196: Lynx and Ten Women VI

He fucked her through the first orgasm in under a minute. She sobbed out "one" against his shoulder. He kept going.

The second came fast on its heels, and the third, and by the fourth she’d stopped counting out loud and just held onto him, nails digging into his back, white hair plastered to her forehead, making a sound that wasn’t a word at all.

Beside them, Eira had crawled up onto her knees and was watching with her hand between her legs, working herself slow.

"Don’t come," Lynx said to her without looking. "Not until I say."

Eira’s hand stilled. She made a small, frustrated noise in her throat and kept it there, fingers resting motionless against her clit, and the obedience of it made Lynx’s cock throb inside Ava.

He pulled out of Ava and turned to the line of women still kneeling on the carpet. "Lira. Ophelia. On the bed. Lira on her hands and knees. Ophelia underneath her, on her back."

They moved like they’d rehearsed it. Lira positioned herself over Ophelia’s face, knees on either side of her head, and Ophelia’s hands came up to grip Lira’s hips and pull her down onto her mouth.

Lira gasped and her arms buckled for a second before she caught herself on her elbows.

Lynx mounted Lira from behind and pushed in. She was tight and hot, and the moment he was fully seated, Ophelia’s tongue found Lira’s clit from below, and Lira made a sound like she’d been struck.

Lynx fucked her hard and steady while Ophelia licked her, and Lira’s elbows gave out entirely, she collapsed onto her forearms, face pressed into the silk, moaning without shame.

"Too much?" Lynx asked.

"No..." Lira’s voice was thin. "Don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m..."

"You’re going to come on my cock while Ophelia eats you out. That’s what you’re going to do."

"Yes..."

She came with a high, broken cry, her whole body shuddering, and Ophelia kept licking her through it, tongue flat and relentless, until Lira was sobbing and trying to crawl away and Lynx had to hold her hips still and finish her properly.

He pulled out only when she’d gone limp, and Ophelia’s face came up from between Lira’s thighs glistening and grinning.

"My turn," Ophelia said.

"Not yet." Lynx turned her onto her back, but he didn’t enter her. He knelt over her chest instead, dragged his cock across her lips, and pushed into her mouth.

Ophelia took him easily, she always did, and he fucked her throat in slow, deep strokes, one hand braced on the headboard, watching her rose pink eyes water and her split hair spread across the silk.

"Touch yourself," he said.

Ophelia’s hand slid down her stomach and between her legs. She worked herself while he used her mouth, and the wet sounds of both, his cock in her throat, her fingers in her cunt, filled the room.

"Faster," he said. "Both of us."

She obeyed. Her fingers moved quicker, her mouth worked him harder, and Lynx let his hips drive deeper until he felt the back of her throat give and Ophelia’s eyes rolled back and her whole body arched off the bed.

She came with her mouth still full of him, moaning around his cock, and the vibration dragged a rough sound out of his chest.

He pulled out before he finished. Not yet.

There was still too much left.

He turned to the bed and the carpet and the ten women arranged around him, and something in his face must have changed, because Kira, who’d been kneeling on the carpet watching with her lips parted, actually leaned back on her heels.

"What now," she said, and it was not a question.

Lynx walked to the center of the room and pointed at the open floor in front of the great stone hearth. "Everyone. Here. On your hands and knees in a circle, facing in. Asses out."

They came. All ten of them, Amira, Kira, Ava, Lira, Ophelia, Emily, Eira, Isabel, Rose, Nyx, arranged themselves in a ring on the velvet carpet, hips up, heads down, a wreath of bare backs and lifted asses around him.

The twilight light caught the sweat on their spines and the wet shine between their thighs.

Lynx stood in the middle of the circle with his cock still hard and glowing faintly at the base, and turned slowly, taking in all of them.

"I’m going to fuck every one of you in this circle," he said. "One at a time. When I move to the next, the one I left doesn’t get to touch herself. You wait. You keep your hands on the floor and you wait your turn to come again."

"That’s cruel," Amira said, from somewhere in the ring.

"That’s the point."

He started with her. Knelt behind Amira, gripped her hips, and drove into her without preamble.

She was still slick and swollen from earlier, and she took him with a low, satisfied moan.

He fucked her hard and fast, a dozen strokes, then two dozen, until her arms were shaking and she was pushing back to meet him, and then he pulled out and moved to his left, to Kira, before Amira had a chance to tip over the edge.

Amira made a sound of pure outrage. "You..."

"Wait your turn."

Kira was already grinning when he reached her. He took her the same way, hard, fast, no mercy, and pulled out just as her thighs started to quiver. She cursed him fluently and pressed her forehead to the carpet.

He worked his way around the circle like that. Ava, who whimpered when he left her. Lira, who tried to follow him on her knees and had to be pushed back down.

Ophelia, who laughed breathlessly and called him a bastard. Emily, who came anyway, she couldn’t help it, she was too new, and Lynx let her, because the way her whole body seized and her sigil flared gold was worth the exception.

Eira, who cursed in a language he didn’t know. Isabel, who took him slow and deep and looked back at him over her shoulder with those orange eyes, and he gave her a few extra strokes because she was his first and she’d earned them.

Rose, who pushed back hard and demanded more, and got a hand around the back of her neck for it, pressed down into the carpet until she moaned.

Then Nyx.

He saved her for last on purpose. When he knelt behind her, she was already trembling, not from cold, not from fear, from the hour of watching and waiting with her hands flat on the floor and her cunt dripping down the inside of her thighs.

He dragged the head of his cock through her wetness, slow, and she made a sound low in her throat that she tried to swallow.

"Say please," he said.

"No."

He pushed in just the head, no further, and held it there. Nyx’s fingers curled into the carpet.

"Say please."

"Please." It came out through her teeth, but it came out.

He drove in to the root. Nyx’s whole spine bowed and she moaned, deep, open, no composure left in it.

He fucked her hard from the start, one hand fisted in her midnight hair, pulling her head back so her throat stretched. The slap of their bodies echoed off the stone walls of the castle bedroom.

"You watched all of them," he said. "You knelt on the floor with your hands down and you waited and you watched me take every single one of them. And you still thought you can say no."

"I—"

"Say it."

"I’m yours." Her voice cracked. "I’m yours, Lynx, fuck, I’m yours... forever."

He fucked her faster. Around them, the circle had gone quiet except for breathing, ten women on their hands and knees, watching him take the Eternal Blessed demon who could level worlds, watching her come apart under him with her hair in his fist and her ass red from the slap of his hips.

None of them moved. None of them touched themselves. They just watched.

Nyx came with a scream that rattled the chandelier. Her cunt clamped down around him in hard, rippling waves, and Lynx fucked her through it, slow and deep, letting her feel every last clench. Then he pulled out and stood.

"Now," he said. "Everyone. Fingers. Bring yourselves off. I want to watch."

Ten hands moved at once. Ten women on their hands and knees in a circle, fingers working between their thighs, breath going ragged, eyes fixed on him, on his cock, still slick and glowing, still standing hard in the middle of them.

The sound filled the room, wet and desperate and rhythmic.

Lynx watched. He stroked himself slow, matching their rhythm, and felt the glow along his shaft pulse brighter with every moan that escaped the circle.

"Faster," he said.

They went faster. Amira came first, sobbing into the carpet. Then Lira, then Emily, then Ava, one after another around the ring, a chain reaction of orgasms that fed the light of his cock until it was casting shadows on the far wall.

Kira came with her eyes locked on his. Eira came with her teeth in her own lip. Isabel came quietly, the way she always did. Rose came with a curse.

Ophelia came laughing. Nyx came last, silent except for the shudder that ran the length of her spine.

And when the last of them had finished, Lynx stepped into the middle of the circle and came across the floor, thick, hot, in long ropes that landed on the velvet between them, and he stood there breathing hard with his head tipped back while the light along his cock slowly dimmed to an ember.

Silence. Ten women on their hands and knees, wet and shaking and wrung out, looking up at him.

He reached down and caught Ava by the chin, and pulled her up onto her knees, and kissed her slow and deep while the others watched.

"Again," he said against her mouth. "We’re not done."

Ava laughed, a wrecked, breathless sound, and pressed her forehead to his chest. "You’re going to kill us."

"You’ll heal." He looked past her, at the other nine, at the tangle of bodies and the ruined carpet and the twilight sky outside the tall castle windows just starting to bleed toward dawn.

"All of you. On the bed. This time I want to finish inside every single one of you before the sun comes up."

They rose. They moved. And behind them, on the far side of the mind world, the first pale line of light cracked the horizon over this place.

"On the bed," Lynx said. "All of you. Face down, hips up. Amira on the left end, Nyx on the right. I’m going down the line and I’m not stopping until every one of you is out."

Amira laughed, low, wrecked, already past caring. "You said that last time."

"Last time I was warming up."

She climbed onto the silk and put her face in the pillow. Kira next to her, golden blonde hair spilling across the sheets, chin turned so she could watch him.

Ava, Lira, Ophelia, Emily, Eira, Isabel, Rose, ten women in a row, asses lifted, thighs already glazed from everything the night had taken out of them.

Nyx took the far end without being told twice, and the look she shot back over her shoulder said she’d decided to stop pretending about anything.

Lynx stepped up behind Amira first. He didn’t ease in. He put one hand flat between her shoulder blades, pressed her down into the mattress, and drove into her in a single stroke.

Amira’s cry came out muffled in the pillow. She was so wet he slid in to the root with no resistance at all, swollen from the hours of it, hot, gripping tight anyway.

He set a pace immediately, hard and even, the slap of his hips against her ass loud in the vast stone room, and he counted under his breath. Twelve. Fifteen. Her fingers clawed the sheets.

"Lynx—"

"Hold it."

"I can’t—"

"You can. You’ve been coming all night. This one’s mine." He shifted his angle, found the spot that made her whole spine bow, and hammered it.

Amira’s moans turned into something higher and less controlled. "There it is. Feel that building?"

"Yes..."

"Then don’t fight it."

She didn’t. Her orgasm hit like a wall coming down, her cunt clamped around him in hard, rolling waves, her whole body shuddering, a sound tearing out of her throat that was barely human.

Lynx fucked her through the crest and past it, into the oversensitive shivering after, and kept going. Her hands went slack. Her knees started to slide.

"Lynx..." It came out thin. "Lynx, I..."

He didn’t answer. He drove deeper, faster, and pulled a second orgasm out of her before the first had fully finished, a smaller, sharper one that made her sob into the pillow.

And then a third that just kept rolling, wave after wave, until her whole body went limp under his hands and her breathing evened out into something slow and far away.

Amira passed out with his cock still buried in her.

Lynx pulled out slow, watching the wet drag of it, and looked down at her, face slack, mouth open, thighs slicked and trembling in the afterglow. Out cold.

He stepped left.

Kira was already watching him over her shoulder, that defiant fire still burning in her orange eyes even now. "She tapped out fast."

"She’s been going since the first hour. You’ve had a nap."

"I don’t nap."