Chapter 162: Lynx Vs 8 Women IV

He didn’t let her rest. He flipped her onto her back, caught her by the ankles, and pushed her legs up until her knees touched her own heavy breasts, and slid back into her without a word.

Rose’s eyes rolled back. Her hands found his forearms and gripped them, nails biting.

"You said you’d take it," Lynx said, fucking her slow and deep and punishing. "You said you’d thank me for it."

"Thank.. Aghnn~ thank you.."

"Again."

"Thank you... oh god.."

"That’s not my name."

"Thank, Ahgnn you, Lynx—"

He fucked her until her voice went to gravel and her fourth orgasm rolled out of her without any sound at all, just a long full body shudder, and then he pulled out and stepped back off the bed.

Then looked down the length of it at the wreckage of seven women, and his glowing cock stood up from his body, wet to the root, and he hadn’t come once.

"Get up," he said. "All of you. On the floor. On your hands and knees. In a line."

They moved. No hesitation, no protest, Isabel pushed herself up on shaking arms, Kira rolled off the mattress and crawled, Lira and Ophelia and Amira and Ava all found their places on the red velvet carpet with their asses in the air and their knees spread.

Rose slid off the bed last and took the end of the line, and her thighs were still trembling when she got there.

Nyx hadn’t moved. She still stood at the foot of the bed with her arms crossed under her heavy bust, blood red eyes glowing, watching with the patient hunger of something very old.

"It’ll be your turn soon my Demon Princess." Lynx said.

"Don’t worry, I’ll wait." she replied smoothly.

He walked the line. Seven women on their hands and knees on the red carpet, asses up, cunts glistening, and he took them one at a time without ever pulling out of the same rhythm.

He’d fuck one until she came twice and then move down the line to the next, and the ones he’d finished stayed where they were, still kneeling, still dripping, because he hadn’t told them to move.

He took Isabel first. Her puffy pussy still hot, wet, and tight, and she cried out his name into the carpet when he filled her.

Then Kira, who pushed back against him and swore at him and came with her teeth bared.

Then Lira, who giggled and then stopped giggling and then sobbed.

Then Ophelia, whose legendary backside rippled with every thrust and who came twice in a row without catching her breath between.

Then Amira, who kept her grey eyes on him the entire time and lost them anyway, going wide and wet and unfocused.

Then Ava, whose golden sigil flared bright enough to throw shadows on the wall.

Then Rose again, because he wanted to hear her say please one more time, and she said it, and she said it with her forehead pressed to the carpet and her voice cracked open.

"That’s seven," Lynx said, standing behind the last woman in the line. "One left."

He looked at Nyx.

Nyx looked back at him. Then, slow, deliberate, with the grace of something that had been worshipped in temples, she uncrossed her arms, and knelt.

"There," she said. "Finally my turn."

"You’ll enjoy it more."

"I want us both to enjoy it." Her red eyes glinted. "You haven’t come once."

"Neither have you."

"No," Nyx agreed, and rose to her feet, and crossed the carpet to him, and put both hands flat on his chest. "And I’m going to make you."

She pushed him down onto the edge of the massive bed. Lynx let her, he let her, because he wanted to see what she’d do, and Nyx stepped between his knees and dropped to hers, and her mouth found him, and it was not the eager sloppiness of Lira or the thoroughness of Isabel.

It was the mouth of an Eternal Blessed Demon who had been alive for longer than their grandfather father’s had existed, and she took him to the back of her throat on the first descent and stayed there, humming low, and the vibration rolled up the length of him like a second heartbeat.

"Fuck," Lynx said, and it came out quieter than he meant it to.

Nyx pulled off him with a wet sound and looked up. "The god of fuck," she said, "just swore."

"Keep going."

"Say please."

"Please."

"Good boy."

She took him again, deeper, both hands working the base in rhythm with her mouth, and the glow along his cock brightened with every stroke until it lit her face from below, and behind her the seven women on the carpet watched their god get his cock sucked by a demon and none of them looked away.

Lynx let her work. He let her work for a long time, because she was good, because she was better than good, and he wanted to see how long she could keep it up.

Nyx didn’t tire. She had regained some of her strength. She took him to the root and swallowed around him and came off him gasping only to dive back down, and the wet sounds of her mouth filled the room, and the women on the carpet started touching themselves again, one by one, without being told.

"You’re going to make me come," Lynx said.

"That’s the idea."

"Not yet."

He caught her by the hair and pulled her off him, and Nyx came up with her lips wet and her eyes bright and her breath finally, finally uneven.

"On the bed," he said. "On your back."

She went. She lay back on the red velvet with her long black hair spread around her and her white silk gown still somehow clinging to her hips, and Lynx tore it off her in one motion and looked at what it had been hiding.

The impossible hourglass, the heavy bust, the narrow waist, the hips built to be held, and the thatch of dark hair between her thighs already slick.

"My Demon Princess," he said.

"My Demon King," she answered.

He pushed into her.

She was hot, a heat that had nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with the age of her, and the moment he was inside her the mark on his forehead flared and the glow along his cock answered and every other woman in the room felt it through the link.

Isabel gasped. Kira’s knees buckled. Ava cried out. All seven of them came at once, on the carpet, without being touched.

"Oh," Nyx breathed, and her eyes went wide, the first time all night anything had surprised her. "You.. aghnn~ through the link oghnn~ you did that on purpose nghn~"

"I didn’t do anything." Lynx pulled back and drove in hard. "That’s just what I am."

Pah! Pah! Pah!

He fucked her. He fucked her like she was the last thing on the continent he hadn’t broken, deep and hard and without any of the slow mercy he’d given the others.

And Nyx took it with her hands fisted in the sheets and her head thrown back. He caught her wrists and pinned them over her head and drove her down into the mattress, and Nyx’s eyes rolled back and her thighs locked around his waist and she came with a sound like a struck bell.

"You’re cumming again," he said.

She came again. And again. And every time she came, the link flared and the seven women on the carpet came with her, one after another, so that by the fifth time the whole room was a single body, eight women and one demon and one man, all of them locked into the same rhythm.

All of them coming and coming and coming until the glow in the room was bright enough to read by and the air smelled like heat and salt and sex.

Lynx held on longer than he meant to. He wanted to see how far Nyx could go. He bent her over and kept thrusting into her hot pussy. She had the best pussy. He fucked her over and over. Harder.

"Ahh~ Lynx~ Ahnn~"

Her voice broke on his name, and her eyes went soft and unfocused, and her thighs loosened around his waist, and she came one final time with her forehead pressed to his and her mouth open and nothing coming out.

He let go.

He came inside her with his whole body locked and his teeth clenched, and Nyx felt every pulse of it, the flood, the heat, the impossible volume of it, and she came apart one more time around him, clenching, gripping, unable to stop.

When it was over she lay beneath him with her chest heaving and her eyes closed and her hands still fisted in the sheets, and she was smiling.

"There," she said, barely audible. "Now you’ve come. I think twice now"

"We know it’s is enough."

"Yeah." Her eyes opened, blood red and bright. "It’s definitely not enough for you."

Lynx pulled out of her and stood. He looked down the length of the room, the seven women on the carpet, still kneeling, still dripping, still coming down from the intense pleasure they felt through the link.

The massive bed with Nyx sprawled across it, the red velvet, the crystal light, the obsidian walls. And he was still hard. Still glowing. Still ready.

"On the bed," he said. "All of you my Queens."

They climbed up, sluggish and eager, and arranged themselves in a loose sprawl across the velvet.

Isabel and Kira tangled together, Lira and Ophelia on their sides, Amira on her back, Ava curled at the foot, Rose somewhere in the middle with her hair everywhere. Nyx rolled onto her stomach and propped her chin on her hands and watched.

"You said none of us would get a single second of sleep," Lira said, dreamy and wrecked.

"I meant it."

"Prove it," Kira said, and her voice was hoarse and daring.

Lynx climbed onto the bed.

"Round two," he said.