Chapter 160: Lynx Vs 8 Women II

She was soaking, had been since the first kiss and he slid into her in one long, slow stroke that made her whole body bow up off the mattress and her nails dig into his shoulders.

She was tight and hot and clenching around him like a fist, and the glow along his cock flared bright. Kira’s forehead sigil answered, pulsing in time with him.

"Oh~" she breathed. "Oh, fuck, Lynx..."

"There it is." He pulled back until just the head stayed in, then drove home again, harder, and Kira’s voice broke in the middle of his name. "That’s it Kira. Take all of it."

He set a rhythm, deep, slow, grinding, the kind that made her feel every inch on the way in and every inch on the way out.

Her hips lifted to meet him, wide and round and perfect for gripping, and he caught them with both hands and pulled her down onto him on every thrust so she couldn’t do anything but take it.

Her tits bounced with each stroke. Her breath came in short, high sounds. Beside them Isabel had rolled onto her side to watch, one hand between her own thighs, and Ava, still face down across his lap, was grinding helplessly against his thigh, leaving a wet smear on his skin.

"Faster," Kira begged. "Lynx, faster!"

"No."

"Please—"

"You wanted the challenge." He ground into her, slow, deliberate, watching her eyes roll.

"This is the challenge. Just the beginning. Take it."

He kept her at that pace until she came, long and rolling, her whole body arching and her cunt gripping him in waves that pulled a low groan out of his own chest.

He didn’t stop. He rode her through it and into the next one, and the next, and by the fourth her nails had left red marks in his shoulders and her voice had gone hoarse and her deep orange eyes had that glazed, faraway look he liked best, the look of a woman who had stopped counting.

"How many?" he asked.

Kira couldn’t answer. She just shook her head against the velvet and whimpered.

"That’s what I thought." He pulled out of her, slow, and watched his cock come free slick and shining, and Kira’s cunt clenched after him like it was trying to pull him back.

He laid the head of it against her clit and she jerked like she’d been shocked.

"Don’t..."

"Don’t what?"

"Don’t stop."

Lynx smiled, and turned to the rest of the bed.

"Lira. Ophelia. Amira. On your knees, in a row, facing me."

They moved like they’d been waiting their whole lives. Lira first, petite and bouncy and green eyed, her soft plump chest swaying as she settled onto her knees and her round little ass resting on her heels.

Ophelia beside her, split pink and white hair falling around her shoulders, that legendary backside rising behind her like a monument.

Amira last, dark hair swept over one shoulder, grey eyes calm and regal, and her colossal chest, the largest of the women, hanging heavy and full under her as she leaned forward.

Three mouths at cock height. Lynx stepped off the bed and stood in front of them, and his cock glowed between them like a lantern in the dark room.

"Whichever one of you makes me come first," he said, "gets to be last."

Lira laughed, bright and breathless. "That’s a reward?"

"You’ll find out."

Lira got there first. She leaned in and took him into her mouth, both hands braced on his thighs, and she was enthusiastic and sloppy and made small happy sounds around him, her green eyes rolled up to watch his face.

Ophelia moved in on his left, licking up the side of his shaft in long wet strokes, and Amira took his right, pressing kisses down the length of him before taking his balls into her mouth one at a time, warm and slow and thorough.

Three tongues. Three mouths. Lynx stood with his head back and let them work, and the glow along his cock grew brighter with every stroke of a tongue, feeding on their pleasure even as it fed them.

Ava watched from the bed, face down, whimpering.

He let them go for a long time. Long enough for Lira to gag herself twice and come back for more, long enough for Ophelia to get both hands around the base and work him in rhythm with her mouth, long enough for Amira to slide her lips down over his balls and hum. He did not come. His body didn’t do that unless he let it.

Finally he stepped back, wet and shining, and looked down at the three of them with their mouths open and their eyes hungry and their thighs slick.

"Nobody wins," he said. "Good try."

"That’s not fair," Ophelia said.

"Nothing here is." He turned back to the bed and looked at the whole spread of them, Kira limp and glowing, Isabel soft and pink and spent from just his fingers.

Rose still flushed and staring, Lira and Ophelia and Amira kneeling and dripping, Ava squirming on the velvet with her ass in the air, and Nyx at the foot of it all, watching with her blood red eyes and her slow, patient smile.

"Isabel," Lynx said. "On your hands and knees. You’re going to be first."

Isabel pushed herself up on shaking arms, and Kira reached over and squeezed her mother’s hand once before letting go.

Isabel was still on her hands and knees when he moved behind her, and the room went quiet the way a room goes quiet before something breaks.

Sweat had gathered in the small of her back. Her blonde hair hung wet against her cheeks. She was thirty five years old, a woman with a daughter, wealth and a mansion, and a life, and she was kneeling on red velvet with her ass in the air for a boy half her age, and she had never been wetter in her life.

"Look at you, my Isabel," Lynx said. He ran one hand down her spine, slow, feeling every knob of it, and Isabel shivered like a horse with flies.

"You raised her. You fed her. You taught her to walk. And now you’re going to take my cock in front of her."

"Lynx..."

"Say it. Say whose cock you’re about to take."

Isabel’s voice came out cracked. "Yours."

"Whose?"

"Yours Lynx! Yours..."

He put the head of it against her and pushed in, and Isabel’s whole upper body dropped onto the mattress, cheek flat against the velvet, a sound coming out of her that wasn’t quite a word.

She was tight, so fucking the kind of tight that didn’t give, and he took her in inch by inch, watching the muscles of her back spasm with each one, until he was buried to the root and her hands had twisted into the sheets.

"There," he said. "That’s your mother, Kira."

Kira had rolled onto her side to watch, one arm under her head, her deep orange eyes half lidded and hungry. "I can see her."

"Tell her."

"Take it, Mom."

"Oh my god..."

He pulled out slow and drove back in hard, and Isabel cried out, a real cry, a woman’s cry, not a girl’s, and he set a rhythm that had no mercy in it, deep and heavy, the slap of his hips against her soft round ass filling the room. Fuck Isabel ass feels heavenly.

Her big breasts swung under her with every stroke, dragging across the velvet, and she was moaning into the mattress, high and helpless, her fingers white in the sheets.

"You feel that?" He leaned over her, chest to back, and spoke into her ear. "That’s what your daughter feels. That’s what she took yesterday night. You raised her for this and didn’t even know it."

"Please..."

"Please what."

"Please don’t stop Lynx!"

"I wasn’t going to. Your pussy feels so good."

He fucked her through her first orgasm ok his cock without slowing, and she came with her cheek grinding into the velvet and a long shuddering wail, and he kept going, and she came again faster, and he kept going.

Beside them Rose had shifted up onto her elbows, watching with her red sigil pulsing, her thick thighs pressed together, and Ava was still lying face down at the end of the bed.

Her hips rolling against the mattress, whimpering into the sheets with her ass in the air and her cunt leaving a wet mark on the velvet.

"Rose."

"Yes."

"Get under her. Mouth on her cunt. She’s going to need it."

Rose crawled across the bed without a word. She slid under Isabel, on her back, red hair fanned out, and pulled Isabel’s hips down onto her face, and Isabel made a sound like she’d been stabbed.

Lynx felt it through her, the clench, the flutter, the way her whole cunt tightened around him when Rose’s tongue found her clit, and he drove deeper, harder, until the slap of skin was the loudest thing in the room.

"That’s it," he said. "Both ends. Take both ends."

Isabel’s answer was a sob. She came into Rose’s mouth, and Lynx fucked her through it and past it, and when he finally pulled out he pulled out slick and shining and her cunt clenched after him, empty and wanting.

She collapsed flat, her thighs shaking, and Rose rolled out from under her with her chin wet and her eyes bright.

"Who’s next?," Lynx said. "Oh, Kira. On your back. Legs up."

Kira moved like she’d been waiting. She lay back against the velvet and pulled her knees to her chest, blonde hair spread around her head, and Lynx knelt between her legs and pushed into her without preamble.

She was soaked and open and she took him to the hilt on the first stroke, and her deep orange eyes went wide and then soft and then nowhere at all.

"Fuck me like you hate me," she said.

"I can’t do that Kira." Lynx smiled.

"Then fuck me like you’re trying to."

He did just that. He caught her ankles and pushed her legs back until her knees touched her own tits and he fucked her down into the mattress, brutal and fast, the head of him punching something deep inside her that made her scream and then laugh and then scream again.