Chapter 176: Andrea Wants Round 2**

"Night isn’t over yet, sweetheart~"

A slow smile blossomed on Rose’s lips. The expression looked slightly slutty given her current state—flushed skin, messy hair, and the thick mixture of cum still dripping steadily between her thighs.

She hummed in open agreement, the sound low and pleased.

"Rose knows~"

She purred the words, her voice dangerously seductive and heavy with lingering lust, as if the mere tone could spread aphrodisiac through the air.

Fredrinn privately believed no aphrodisiac would even be necessary when the woman in question was Rose.

What normal man could truly resist that level of temptation?

He leaned closer, placed a hand on her cheek, and tilted her head up. Their mouths met in a deep, sensual kiss.

He sucked on her lower lip, bit it softly, then kissed her deeper, tongue sliding against hers. The taste of her still lingered from earlier; the heat of her body pressed fully against him.

After only a short while of kissing, Rose’s gaze dropped. His cock was still semi-hard and already stirring again, glistening with the combined fluids of their previous round as if he had just bathed in them.

She blinked a few times, studying the sight, then moved with sudden purpose.

She flipped their positions easily, using her superior strength to push Fredrinn onto his back against the mattress. In the next breath she straddled his lap.

One elegant finger pressed against his right pec while she leaned down and kissed the line of his collarbone.

Her mouth parted in a gentle, sensual lick that sent a clear spark of electricity down his spine.

That was only the beginning.

She swiftly bit down, leaving yet another dark hickey on his skin—a deliberate mark of possession. Fredrinn was surprised by the boldness but far from defeated.

He clutched a handful of her hair and pulled her up just enough to bury his face against the side of her neck, returning the favor with several firm, open-mouthed marks of his own.

During the mutual marking their hands stayed busy. Fingers explored every curve and plane, testing sensitivity, confirming readiness.

Somewhere in the middle of the kissing and biting, Rose shifted higher and settled her weight on his stomach.

Her plump, heavy ass cheeks framed his cock, the thick length trapped between them and throbbing against the strange temperature of her skin.

She felt warm overall, yet still cool enough that the contrast registered clearly against his heated flesh.

"Haah~ Rose will move now~"

She moaned the soft declaration, angling her hips until the rock-hard tip of his cock pressed directly against the slick entrance of her pussy.

Both hands braced on his pecs; she even gave them a few teasing squeezes as she began to sink down slowly.

"Ahh~ Hubby’s hitt~ing different spo~ts in this positio~n hnn~"

The broken moan escaped when she had taken only half of him. The new angle clearly reached places the earlier bent-over position had not.

Fredrinn, however, was not feeling particularly patient.

He smirked up at her and thrust hard from below, burying the rest of his cock inside her in one smooth motion.

Rose cried out—soft but sharp—losing her balance for a second before catching herself on his chest. Her walls fluttered wildly around the sudden full stretch.

Fredrinn only grinned and began thrusting upward in a steady, increasing rhythm.

Rose, though clearly a little displeased that he had stolen the pace, decided not to fight it. She matched him instead, rolling her hips down to meet every upward stroke.

They fell into sync quickly. Flesh met flesh in a rising symphony of wet claps and overlapping moans that filled the hotel room. The bed creaked beneath them.

Rose’s breasts bounced with every impact; Fredrinn’s hands gripped her waist hard enough to leave faint marks, guiding her movements while he drove up into her.

Those exact sounds were what finally disturbed someone else.

After resting for more than half an hour, Andrea managed to open her hazy, unfocused eyes.

The room swam for a moment. The first clear thing she registered was the cascade of Jenny’s lustrous blonde hair on the pillow beside her—and beyond that, the unmistakable sight of her lover, Fredrinn, already buried balls-deep inside the ash-skinned, dangerous, slightly crazy demonic succubus.

Andrea stared, speechless, for several long seconds.

Then the memories flooded back in a disordered rush: the nervous first time, the sharp pain and the blood, the deep thrusts that followed, the messy 69, the marks he had left on her neck, the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced, and the sudden black-out that had ended it all.

Somewhere in the middle of those recollections a mysterious holographic screen had also appeared before her eyes, but she pushed that detail aside for now.

What mattered in the present moment was the sharp spike of jealousy.

The bastard was still fucking his other women after leaving her in this thoroughly used, slightly aching condition.

She had wanted passionate aftercare. She had wanted a few quiet hours of cuddling, of being held and murmured to while her body recovered.

And, from the very bottom of her still-simmering desires...

Maybe she also wanted a round two.

Andrea’s thighs pressed together under the sheet. The residual soreness between her legs mixed with a fresh, unwanted pulse of heat as she watched Rose ride him with open, confident pleasure.

Rose’s pink eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted around continuous soft moans. Fredrinn’s hands never stopped moving over the succubus’s body—waist, breasts, the curve of her ass—claiming her with the same focused intensity he had shown Andrea earlier.

A quiet, frustrated sound escaped Andrea’s throat before she could stop it. Neither of the two on the other side of the bed seemed to notice. They were too absorbed in the rhythm they had found, in the wet heat and the rising pace.

Jenny was still asleep, but she didn’t care about the dumb blondie.

Andrea was more pissed that he was going at it with another girl right in front of her eyes, but then again... Considering that all 3 of the girls were naked and he was very lustful...

Such scenarios might not be that rare from now on.

Thus, Andrea wanted another round.

She refused to lose to his other women, even if they were awakeners, demonic succubuses or angels themselves.

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A/N: I need thought if I should push for threesome r18 ch or continue with plot. Tell me fast!