Chapter 159: Lynx Vs 8 Women I

Smut Chapters ahead.

Kira let out a soft, breathless laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck as Lynx brought his lips down onto hers.

Kira’s mouth opened under his, and Lynx took it, deep, unhurried, one hand sliding up the back of her neck into her blonde hair while the other stayed splayed across Rose’s hip, thumb digging into the soft crease where the professor’s waist flared into bone.

Kira moaned into him, a small, greedy sound, and pressed her huge chest flat against his ribs.

He could feel her heartbeat through the soft weight of her breasts, fast already, and they hadn’t done anything yet.

He broke the kiss with a wet pull of lips and looked down at her.

"You’re already trembling," he murmured. "That’s not a good start for the challenge."

"I’m not trembling," Kira said, breathless, chin lifted, deep orange eyes blazing. "You’re imagining things."

"She’s trembling," Isabel said from his left, and her voice was warm and fond and utterly betrayed by the way her hand had already found his thigh. "I’ve known her eighteen years. That’s a tremble."

"Mom..."

"Hush." Isabel’s orange eyes dropped down the length of him, and her breath caught, actually caught, a small break in the smooth motherly calm she wore like a coat.

She was the only one in the room whose skin didn’t glow. No sigil on her forehead, no light under the flesh. Just soft, human, healthy pale warmth and her pink juicy lips he wanted to put his mouth on. "This is what my daughter kept from me."

Lynx laughed, low. "You’re about to find out why."

He moved before anyone could answer. He caught Kira by the waist and flipped her onto her back on the velvet, the mattress swallowing the impact, her blonde hair fanning out across the red like spilled light.

Her massive tits settled heavy on her ribs, nipples already hard, and her wide hips rolled once, an invitation she probably didn’t know she was making.

Lynx didn’t take it yet. He turned his head and looked at Ava, who was still kneeling where he’d left her, white hair sticking to her damp cheek, blue eyes fixed on his glowing cock like it was the only object left in the world.

"Ava."

"Hm?" She blinked up at him.

"My lap, your face down. I want to watch you watch."

She scrambled. She was cute about it, all elbows, all eagerness, and she settled across his thighs with her ass up and her cheek against the velvet.

Her big chest squashed sideways under her, the largest pair among the Year 2 girls flattened and spilling soft against the bedding.

From this angle Lynx could see straight down the line of her spine to the tight firm waist and the little round ass he’d spent hours inside earlier tonight.

His cock, thick and heavy and lit from within with a slow golden pulse, laid along the small of her back like a brand waiting to happen.

She shivered. He hadn’t touched her with it. She shivered anyway.

"You’re going to feel everything I do to them," he said. "Every thrust. Through my skin. That’s the deal."

"That’s not fair," Ava whispered.

"No," Lynx agreed. "It isn’t." He turned back to the bed and found that Rose had already climbed to her knees beside Kira, red hair spilling over her huge breasts, the crimson sigil on her forehead pulsing slow with her heartbeat.

Fifty years old and built like a woman half her age had been sculpted by someone with a grudge against the rest of the world, heavy, lush, hips made to be gripped.

Her red eyes were fixed on his cock, and she wasn’t hiding it. Professors didn’t hide, at least not her. "You first," Lynx said.

"Me?"

"Isabel’s human. She gets to warm up. You’ve been staring since the border crossing."

Rose’s jaw tightened, the same jaw she used on unruly second years, and then she smiled, and it was not a teacher’s smile. "Then stop talking and use me, Azarion."

He moved.

He caught her by the throat, gentle, but there, thumb along the line of her windpipe, and laid her down beside Kira with her red hair spread out and her knees already falling open before he’d asked.

The crimson sigil on her forehead flared once, bright, and Lynx felt heat roll off her like a furnace door opening.

She ran hot, and she was already wet enough that he could see it shine between her thighs in the lamplight.

"Oh, beautiful, look at you Rose," he said. "Fifty years old and dripping like a first year."

"Watch your mouth," Rose said, and her voice had gone rough. "Or I’ll burn it off."

"You won’t." He dragged two fingers through her, slow, from her entrance up to her clit, and pressed there. "You’ll take whatever I give you and thank me for it. Say it."

Rose’s breath shook out of her. "I’ll take it."

"Say the rest."

"And thank you for it."

Lynx smiled and pushed two fingers into her, and she arched off the bed so hard her breasts swung.

She was tight, tight in a way that had nothing to do with age, it was her being a strong Blessed human woman, just muscle and heat and the way her body clenched around his knuckles like it had been waiting years for something worth gripping.

He curled them, found the spot, and watched her red eyes go wide.

"Oh," she whispered. Just that... and then, "Ohh~ fuck..."

"There she is."

He worked her with his fingers, unhurried, watching her face. He planed to take them slowly at first.

Beside them Kira had rolled onto her side to watch, and Isabel had crawled closer on her hands and knees.

Her huge soft motherly tits hanging low, and on the far side of the bed Lira and Ophelia and Amira had arranged themselves in a loose crescent.

All of them touching themselves without being told, Lira with her green eyes half shut and two fingers between her thighs, Ophelia with her whole hand spread flat over her legendary ass like she was presenting it.

Amira sitting back on her heels with her colossal chest resting on her folded arms and her grey eyes patient and regal and hungry.

And Nyx.

Nyx stood at the foot of the bed, apart, watching with her blood red eyes glowing faint in the lamplight, deep blue hair loose down her back, and she smiled at him like she was keeping score.

He’d get to her. She will be the last he’ll get to today. Rose came on his hand with a sound that started in her chest and ended somewhere lower.

A low, rolling moan that shook the sigil on her forehead into a pulse of bright red. Lynx didn’t stop.

He added a third finger, pressed his thumb flat on her clit, and drove her through it, and she came again before the first one had finished, thighs clamping around his wrist, heels digging into the velvet.

"That’s two," he said. "You’re behind."

"You~" She couldn’t finish. He pulled his fingers out and held them up, slick to the knuckle, and put them in his own mouth and tasted her, hot and honey and something sweet underneath, her fire affinity burning through everything.

Then he turned to Kira and Isabel together.

"You two. On your backs. Side by side."

They moved.

Mother and daughter, blonde and golden blonde, Isabel’s soft human curves pressed against Kira’s glowing blessed ones, and the contrast made his cock jump.

One of them lit from within by a blessing, one of them just warm flesh and a human heart going hard in her chest. He knelt between them and looked from one to the other.

"Isabel."

"Yes?" Her voice was steadier than it had any right to be, but her hands had found each other over her stomach and were knotted together.

"I’m going to be careful with you. It’s been long since we had sex, and I’ve evolved, the pleasure I give to women is too great..."

"Don’t you dare," Isabel said, and her orange eyes flashed. "I’ve spent months wondering what I was missing. Waiting for this. Be careful with someone else, not me."

Kira made a small strangled noise.

Lynx laughed, and leaned down, and kissed Isabel first, soft, and slowly, a proper kiss, the kind you give someone before you ruin them, and felt her melt under it.

Her whole body going loose and warm, her big soft chest pressing up against his. When he pulled back her eyes had gone unfocused.

"That’s what you were missing," he said.

"That’s..." she swallowed. "That’s not all of it."

"No." He slid one hand down her body, over the soft roll of her stomach, touched and widened her puffy pussy lips and found her soaked. "That’s not all of it."

He pushed one finger into Isabel, just one, carefully watching her face, and she gasped like she’d been struck.

Her body clamped down on him immediately, hot, tight, wet, and he felt the difference in his bones. Blessed women were on another level. And although she has given birth, her pussy was still top tier. It was gripping is fingers tightly, as she felt the immerse pleasure wash over her.

"Breathe," he said. "You’ll want to breathe."

"I..." She took a breath. It shook. "I’m fine."

"You’re not. That’s the point."

He worked her with one finger, then two, slow and deep, and watched her come apart in stages, first the flutter of her eyelids, then the way her mouth stayed open on nothing, then the way her hips started moving without her permission, chasing his hand.

Kira watched her mother with wide deep orange eyes and a hand pressed flat over her own mouth.

"Mom," she whispered. "Mom, it’s... it’s a lot, isn’t it."

"Yes," Isabel managed, and then Lynx curled his fingers and she came, sudden and total, a full body clench that rolled her up off the bed and left her gasping, her thighs shaking.

He kept his hand there through it, feeling every wave of her, and when she finally went limp she was crying a little at the corners of her eyes.

"That was one," Lynx said quietly. "You have a long way to go."

"I can’t..."

"You can." He pulled his hand free and put his fingers in his mouth again, tasting her, and Isabel watched him do it with something like horror and something like worship.

"I told you I evolved. The pleasure you’ll feel will be mind numbing. Blessed or not it’s all the same effect."

He turned to Kira, and she was already spreading her legs before he asked, blonde hair stuck to her cheeks, deep orange eyes bright with challenge and fear and want.

He lay down over her, chest to chest, and her huge tits cushioned him, soft and heavy, and he kissed her again while his cock dragged wet along her inner thigh.

"Ready?" he asked against her mouth.

"I’ve been ready since the border," Kira said.

He pushed in.