Chapter 369- Too greedy Women

Chapter 369: Chapter 369- Too greedy Women

Four women. One man. The bed had become a living, moaning tangle of limbs and mouths and wet sounds.

Aspira and Soha stayed lower, both of them still devoted to his balls, licking, sucking, occasionally kissing each other around the heavy sac when their mouths met.

Every time the succubus slammed down, the force jostled them, making their tongues press harder.

Aspira’s spider legs shifted restlessly on the mattress, the silver fur of her lower body already damp with her own arousal. Soha’s pregnant belly pressed warm against his side every time she leaned in.

Cruxius’s hand found Aspira’s small breast again, the one he had bounced earlier in the street. He rolled the stiff nipple between thumb and forefinger, then pinched harder. She whimpered against his balls, the sound vibrating through him.

His other hand stayed on Soha’s belly, rubbing slow, firm circles, then dipping lower to squeeze the underside of her full breast, milking another thin stream into his waiting mouth. He bit the nipple once more—just a quick, sharp pressure—and Soha cried out, hips jerking, more milk spilling.

"HAAANGH—Cruxius—too much—it’s too much and I still want more—"

"Good," he said against her skin. "Because I’m not done collecting."

The succubus was losing rhythm. Her bouncing had become frantic, desperate, the thick ass clapping harder against his thighs. Her blonde hair was a wild curtain over her face. Tears and saliva mixed at the corners of her open mouth.

"Darling—darling—I’m going to—HNNNGH—I’m going to break—"

"Then break," he ordered. "Right on my cock."He thrust up hard to meet her next drop.

PAAH

The impact was brutal. Wet. Perfect.

The succubus screamed—high, broken, ecstatic—and her cunt locked down in violent, rhythmic pulses. Orgasm ripped through her so hard her wings flared wide for a second before collapsing again. Clear fluid squirted around his shaft, soaking his hips and the sheets beneath them. She kept bouncing through it, sobbing his name, calling him darling over and over until the word lost meaning and became pure sound.

Cruxius held her hips down and came.

Thick, heavy pulses flooded her spasming pussy. The first load was so strong she felt it against her cervix and sobbed louder. The second and third overflowed immediately, white cream leaking out around the base of his cock and running down over his balls—right into the waiting mouths of Aspira and Soha.

Both women moaned and licked harder, cleaning every drop that escaped, sucking it straight from the stretched junction where he was still buried inside the trembling succubus.

When the last pulse faded, the succubus collapsed forward onto his chest, blonde hair spilling everywhere, body still twitching with aftershocks. She kissed his collarbone weakly, murmuring "darling... darling..." against his skin like a prayer she couldn’t stop repeating.

He stroked her back once, then gently rolled her off to the side. She landed on the furs with a soft, satisfied moan, legs still open, cum leaking freely from her well-used cunt.

The mother and daughter were already moving.

They climbed over him together—dark skin and lighter skin, large soft breasts and smaller firm ones—pressing their chests together so that four nipples and two pairs of tits mashed against his half-hard cock. They began to move in unison, sliding the soft flesh up and down the sensitive length, massaging him back toward hardness with slow, deliberate pressure.

The mother looked down at him, eyes still wet from earlier, voice low and warm.

"You filled the pale one so full she’s still shaking. Now let these two take care of what’s left."

The daughter, quieter, more breathless, added, "We’re not done welcoming anyone yet... and you’re not done either."

Aspira crawled up on one side again, silver hair falling across his chest. Soha settled on the other, pregnant belly warm against his ribs. Both women kissed his neck, his jaw, the corner of his mouth, while the mother and daughter continued the slow, wet, tit-fucking massage that was already bringing his cock back to full, heavy hardness between their pressed breasts.

The spider woman’s dark eyes met his. Soft. Completely open.

"Every single day," he answered. "As many times as I want. As hard as I want. For as long as I want. I am going to make love—"

"Fuck us?"

"Ahem... you can say that..."

The mother and daughter kept working him between their pressed breasts, slow and deliberate, the soft heat of four nipples and two pairs of tits sliding up and down the thickening shaft until it stood heavy and full again against their skin. Aspira’s silver-white hair brushed his chest as she kissed along his jaw. Soha’s pregnant belly rested warm against his side, her lips finding the corner of his mouth in quiet, lingering presses.

Cruxius exhaled, the last of the tension leaving his shoulders. His hands rested lightly on the mother’s and daughter’s backs, not directing, just holding.

The succubus recovered first.

She rolled onto her side with a soft, satisfied groan, blonde hair a messy halo across the furs, cum still leaking in slow white trails down the inside of one thick thigh. She propped herself on an elbow, blue eyes half-lidded and glittering with that familiar, lazy wickedness.

"So," she drawled, voice still rough from screaming, "now that you’ve thoroughly ruined every hole in this bed... which one of us did you like best, darling?"

The mother snorted softly, still sliding her heavy breasts along his cock. "Girl’s got no shame left."

"None worth keeping," the succubus agreed cheerfully. She reached out and poked the underside of his shaft with one fingertip where it disappeared between the mother and daughter’s tits. "Come on. Be honest. Whose pussy felt the softest? Whose squeezed the hardest? Whose milked you the best?" She licked her lips, eyes dancing. "I already know the answer, but I want to hear you say it."

Aspira’s cheeks flushed pink. She buried her face briefly against Cruxius’s neck, murmuring, "You don’t have to answer that..."

Soha’s quiet laugh vibrated against his ribs. "She’s going to keep asking until you do."

The daughter peeked up from between the pressed breasts, small and still a little breathless. "I... I wouldn’t mind knowing either."

Cruxius looked at each of them in turn. The slow, knowing curve returned to his mouth.

"You want rankings," he said, voice low and amused. "After all that."

"Yes," the succubus said immediately, vulgar and bright. "Rank the cunts. Rank the softness. Rank how good it felt when we came around you. I can take it. I’ve got the thickest ass and the wettest pussy in this room and I know it."

He chuckled, the sound warm in his chest. His hand drifted to the succubus’s hip, squeezing the still-pink handprint he had left earlier.

"Your pussy," he told her, "milks the best. No contest. That tight, greedy pull when you start crying and calling me darling? Feels like you’re trying to drag my soul out through my cock." His thumb stroked the soft underside of her breast. "And these—" he gave the heavy flesh a gentle bounce "—were made to be slapped while you bounce. Softest impact in the room. Loudest too."

The succubus’s smile turned filthy and triumphant. "Told you."

He turned his head toward Aspira. Her dark eyes were wide, still a little shy. He ruffled her silver-white hair the same way he had in the street.

"Yours," he said quietly, "is the one that feels like coming home after twenty years of cold. Soft in a different way. Careful. Like you’re afraid to want too much and then you want everything anyway." His fingers trailed down the side of her small breast. "And these fit my hand like they were measured for it."

Aspira’s breath caught. A tiny, pleased sound escaped her throat.

His gaze moved to Soha. He rested his palm again on the tight curve of her pregnant belly, rubbing slow circles.

"Yours is heat," he said. "Deep, full heat. Every time I push in I feel the life you’re carrying and it makes me want to go slower... and harder at the same time." He leaned in and brushed his lips across the dark nipple he had bitten earlier. "And the milk. Sweet. Thick. I could drink from you for hours and still want more."

Soha’s eyes fluttered. She pressed his hand more firmly against her belly.

Then the mother. He looked down at the dark, heavy breasts still wrapped around his cock, at the older woman’s knowing, half-lidded gaze.

"Yours is strength," he said simply. "Still tight after carrying a daughter. Still greedy. Still takes everything I give and asks for more without saying a word." His free hand slid down and gave one full cheek of her ass a firm, appreciative squeeze. "And this ass... could start wars."

The mother laughed under her breath, low and warm. "Flatterer."

Finally the daughter. She was still smaller, quieter, cheeks flushed as she kept helping her mother work his shaft between their tits.

"Yours," he told her, voice softening just a fraction, "is the one that makes me careful. Tight enough to make a man lose his mind if he’s not paying attention. And when you take it in the ass and still try to say please..." He shook his head once, almost smiling. "Dangerous little thing."

The daughter’s ears went pink. She ducked her head, but a small, shy smile curved her mouth.

The succubus stretched luxuriously, wings giving a lazy flick. "See? He can be sweet and filthy at the same time. That’s why we keep him."

A comfortable silence settled for a few heartbeats. The only sounds were the soft wet slide of the mother and daughter’s breasts along his cock and the quiet breathing of five women who had all been thoroughly used and were somehow still hungry.

Cruxius’s voice dropped into that same conversational register he used when he was about to ask for something he already knew they would give.

"So," he said, looking around at all of them. "What do you all like?"

Five pairs of eyes met his.

The mother and daughter slid down his body together. Aspira followed. Soha shifted carefully onto her knees beside them. The succubus rolled onto her stomach and crawled the last few inches until all five women were gathered between his spread thighs, faces close, mouths already parting.

They leaned in as one.

SLLURRRRPPP

Five tongues. Five soft lips. The long, wet, simultaneous slurp that followed was deep and deliberate, the sound filthy and perfect as they took him into their mouths together—some on the shaft, some on the head, some lower—sharing him without hesitation.

When they finally pulled back just enough to speak, voices overlapping in a soft, unified murmur around the spit-slick cock still resting against their lips—

"Your cock..."