Chapter 368- Women are really too Much

Chapter 368: Chapter 368- Women are really too Much

The room filled with the sound.

Moans. Slapping. Wet. Continuous.

And the spider woman, who had been called monster for twenty years, pressed her man into another woman and felt, for the first time, that the word had lost its meaning.

The spider woman’s palm pressed harder against the small of his back, driving him deeper into the daughter’s tight anal. The girl’s small body rocked forward with every thrust, her face still buried in the furs, muffled cries spilling out between the wet slap of skin on skin.

PAAH

PAAH

PAAH

"AAAIYAANGH... HNN... please... AAANGH..."

Cruxius did not slow. His fingers stayed buried in the other two women—two thick digits stretching the succubus’s pink, shaved cunt, two more working Soha’s swollen, pregnant heat. The three bodies moved in the same rhythm, three different voices overlapping into one continuous, desperate chorus.

He pulled free of the daughter’s ass with a wet pop. Cum and spit mixed on the shaft. The girl’s hole fluttered, gaping for a second before she collapsed sideways, trembling.

He turned.

The succubus was already looking back over her shoulder, blonde hair spilled across the furs, blue eyes glassy. Her thick, pale ass was still raised, cheeks parted, the heavy flesh jiggling with every breath. The wings tucked tight against her back twitched once.

"Darling," she breathed, voice low and syrup-thick. "You’ve been gone all night. My poor body started wondering if you’d forgotten the shape of me."

He smirked. "I never forget a shape that claps this hard."

He sat back against the headboard, legs spread, cock standing thick and glistening. The succubus crawled up the mattress on all fours, blonde hair falling over one eye, that signature lazy, knowing smile already curling her lips. She swung one long leg over his hips, settled her weight, and guided the head of him between her slick folds.

She sank down in one long, wet slide.

"Fuuuuck—HNNNGH—"

Her thick ass met his thighs with a heavy, meaty slap.

SLAP

She rose.

SLAP

Rose again.

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP

The rhythm was immediate, deliberate, the kind of bouncing that made the entire bed creak. Her blonde hair flew with every drop, cascading over her face, sticking to her open mouth as she started to cry out—not pain, not protest, but that soft, broken "darling... darling... darling..." that turned into a moan every time her cunt swallowed him to the root.

Cruxius’s hands found the heavy cheeks and spread them. Then he started to slap.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

Each strike left a blooming pink handprint across the pale flesh. The succubus sobbed with pleasure, head thrown back, bouncing harder.

"Darling—AAAH—your hands... HNN—they always know exactly how hard I need it—"

"Then keep riding like you mean it," he said, voice low, almost conversational. "Or I’ll start thinking that pretty mouth of yours is better at talking than working."

She laughed through a moan, a rich, throaty sound, and ground down harder, rolling her hips so her clit dragged against his pelvis. The wet sounds grew louder, filthier—squelching, clapping, the heavy slap of her ass against his thighs mixing with the sharper crack of his palms.

To his left, the spider woman crawled closer. To his right, Soha shifted her pregnant body carefully onto her side. Both women pressed against him at once—Aspira’s silver-white hair falling over his shoulder, Soha’s dark curls brushing his other cheek. Their mouths found his neck at the same moment. Soft lips. Warm tongues. The spider woman’s smaller, cooler mouth on the left side of his throat; Soha’s fuller, warmer lips on the right. They kissed upward, then lower, then across his chest, licking the salt from his skin, sucking gently at the hard planes of muscle.

Aspira’s pale hand slid down his stomach. Soha’s darker hand followed. Together they reached the base of his cock where it disappeared into the bouncing succubus. Both women lowered their heads at the same time.

Two mouths. Two tongues. Both of them licking and sucking at his balls while the succubus rode him like the world was ending.

"Mmmph... HNN..." Aspira’s soft, almost shy mumble against the heavy sac.

"Haa... yes..." Soha’s quieter, deeper exhalation as she took one ball into her mouth and rolled it carefully with her tongue.

Cruxius groaned, the sound low and satisfied. One hand left the succubus’s ass long enough to thread into Aspira’s silver hair and push her face more firmly against him. The other hand found Soha’s full breast, the one closest to him, and squeezed. Milk beaded immediately at the dark nipple. He leaned sideways, captured the nipple between his lips, and sucked hard.

Warm, sweet milk flooded his mouth. Soha gasped, body jolting.

"OUNGH—Cruxius—"

He suckled deeper, tongue flicking the stiff peak, then bit down just enough to make her cry out. Not hard enough to injure—just enough to send a sharp, bright spark of sensation through the sensitive flesh. Milk leaked past his lips, running down her breast. He licked it clean, then bit again, gentler this time, while his free hand rubbed slow, firm circles over the tight curve of her pregnant belly.

Soha’s breath hitched. Her free hand covered his on her stomach, pressing his palm harder against the stretched skin.

"You’re... HAA... you’re holding both of us so carefully..." she whispered against his chest, voice trembling but clear. "Even while you’re inside her..."

Aspira’s dark eyes flicked up from between his legs. Her tongue never stopped moving, but her voice came soft, almost wondering.

"He does that. Claims hard... then holds like you’re the only thing keeping him human."

The succubus above them moaned louder, bouncing faster, blonde hair whipping across her face. Tears of pure overstimulation streaked down her cheeks.

"Darling—AAAH—your cock is so deep I can feel it in my stomach—HNNNGH—please don’t stop—please never stop—"

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

Cruxius’s hands returned to her ass, spreading the thick cheeks wide so he could watch his cock disappear and reappear in the pink, stretched hole. Every downward slam made her ass ripple. Every upward lift made the wet flesh cling and pull.

"Look at you," he said, voice rough with pleasure. "Crying and calling me darling while your cunt tries to milk me dry. You’re not even pretending to be the composed Throne Bishop right now."

"I don’t want to be composed," she sobbed, grinding in tight circles. "I want to be ruined. By you. Only you."

The mother—still lying on her side where she had collapsed earlier—pushed herself up on one elbow. Cum leaked slowly from her freshly fucked pussy, trailing down her dark thigh. She watched the scene with heavy-lidded eyes, then crawled closer until she was behind the succubus. Her large hands reached around, cupping the bouncing blonde’s heavy breasts from behind, squeezing them so the pale flesh overflowed her dark fingers.

"Ride him properly, girl," the mother murmured, voice low and warm with that particular maternal authority that somehow made everything filthier. "Show our new sister how a real woman takes what’s given to her."

The daughter, still recovering from the anal, crawled up on the other side. Small hands joined her mother’s, helping to hold the succubus’s tits, pinching the pink nipples in time with every bounce.