Chapter 164: Lynx Vs 8 Women VI

He gave her more.

Somewhere in the middle of it, Lynx lost track of how many times he’d made her come. Somewhere in the middle of it, he lost track of how many women he’d been inside.

The room was a blur of skin and sound and light, the glow of his mark, the pulse of sigils, the wet slap of bodies, the low continuous moan of eight women being taken past the point they thought they could bear.

He moved from Ava to Amira to Rose to Lira to Kira to Ophelia to Isabel and back again, and each time they came and came, and the bed was soaked, and the air was thick as syrup. If not for him feeding them, they would have long gone unconscious.

He needed this, they needed this. His APS points would have skyrocketed now.

Nyx watched from the edge of the bed with her chin on her folded arms and her blood red eyes bright. She hadn’t moved.

She just watched her man work through the seven women he’d brought with him, one by one, and something in her expression shifted, something that wasn’t lust and wasn’t quite respect and wasn’t quite anything Lynx had a name for.

Eventually, he came. He’d been holding it back for a long time, and there was a woman beneath him and she was begging for it, and because the Yin Yang energy wanted to feed and there was only one way to feed it completely.

He came inside Ava. Deep. Hard. The whole length of him pulsing, flooding her, and Ava screamed, actually screamed, and came one last time around him, and the link rolled out through the room in a wave that made every woman on the bed come with her, one final synchronized climax that left the whole room shaking and gasping and still.

When it was over, Lynx pulled out of Ava slowly and lay down on his back in the middle of all of them.

Ava curled against his side immediately, boneless, hiccupping, tears drying on her cheeks.

Lira found his other side. Isabel draped herself across his legs. Kira pressed her forehead into his shoulder.

They were all so quiet.

"You really said none of us would get a single second of sleep," Nyx said from the edge of the bed, still watching.

"I did say that."

"You really meant it."

"I still mean it." He turned his head to look at her. "You’re not done either."

"No." Her red eyes gleamed. "I’m not, told you have recovered enough."

Lynx smiled slowly. He reached over Ava’s curled body and held his hand out toward Nyx, palm up, and the demon looked at his hand for a long moment before she took it.

"Round three," he said.

"Round three," he said.

Nyx didn’t answer with words. She answered by taking his hand and pulling, and Lynx came up off the wreckage of the bed and followed her because there was nothing else in the room worth following.

She led him off the mattress, past the tangle of limbs and hair and the low sounds of women who were still breathing hard, and she stood him up in the middle of the floor with the lights coming through the window behind her.

Deep blue hair. Blood red eyes that didn’t blink. The crimson sigil on her forehead burning low and steady like a coal that had been waiting a long time for air.

"On your feet. So I can feel how much of you there is." He put his hands on her waist and lifted her.

She was light, lighter than she looked, all that pale skin and that impossible face, and she wrapped her legs around him and her arms around his neck and let him carry her to the wall.

The window glass was cold against her back. Her breath fogged it. Her thighs tightened around his hips.

"You’re going to say something clever," she said. "You always do."

"I was going to say I’m so Blessed to have all you beautiful women by my side."

"And?"

"And that I’ve been thinking about wrecking your pussy, you won’t be able to walk for some weeks." He lined himself up against her.

She was already wet, he could feel it, slick and hot against the head of him, and the smell of her hit the back of his throat and stayed there.

"You’re so fucking wet." He pushed in.

Nyx’s mouth opened. Her head went back against the glass. With her screaming his name.

She was tight. They were all tight. Every woman in that bed was tight and wet and made for him and he had spent the whole night inside them one after another like a man working through a menu.

But Nyx was something else. She gripped him like she’d been built to, like the inside of her had been carved to the exact shape of him and had been waiting a very long time to close.

Hot. Wet in a way that made the whole length of him feel it. The kind of pussy that made a man forget the word for anything else.

He didn’t say it out loud though. He was many things but he wasn’t stupid, and there were seven women on the bed behind him who’d just given him everything they had, and telling a demon she felt better than all of them would have been a knife he had no reason to use.

So he kept it behind his teeth and put it into his hips instead.

"There," Nyx said. Her voice had dropped half an octave. The sigil on her forehead flared and dimmed and flared again, and her red eyes were fixed on his and not looking away, not once.

"That’s what I wanted. Do it again."

He did it again. He fucked her against the window with her legs locked around him and her nails in the back of his neck and her heels dug into his ass. His cock thrusting into her pussy with intense speed.

"Harder, and I need you in your demon form." she said.

"You sure?"

"Yeah.. Ahhh~ Yeah I want.. ohgn~ to see your... demon face as you fuck me."

Instantly Lynx turned to his demon form, 8 foot tall, golden eyes, golden hair, impossibly handsome face. His dick even went bigger insider her.

He put his forearm across her throat, not hard, just there, just enough that she had to feel it when she swallowed, and he drove into her with intensity. His big cock splitting her tight, wet, demon pussy apart.

Nyx made a sound that started low in her chest and came out of her mouth as something that wasn’t quite a word.

Her cunt clenched around him like a fist. Her sigil went bright enough to throw shadows on the wall.

"That’s it," she said, breathless, delighted. "That’s.. Ahhn~ Ohh~, that’s it..."

And then she came. Faster than any of the others had, faster than he’d expected from the one woman in the room who’d spent the whole night acting like none of it touched her, and she came hard, and she came around his cock with her eyes wide open and locked on his.

He didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, through the aftershock and the oversensitivity and the point where her thighs started to shake, and he kept going until she came a second time and a third, and by the fourth she had stopped being quiet entirely and was saying his name in a voice that had nothing clever left in it.

"Lynx," she said. "Lynx, Lynx, Lynx—"

"Say it again."

"Lynx—"

"Again."

She said it. She said it until the word stopped being a name and became a sound she couldn’t stop making, and Lynx carried her off the wall and put her on the floor because he wanted to see her from above.

She looked up at him from the carpet with her hair spread out around her head and her sigil pulsing and her red eyes half lidded, and she reached up and pulled him back down on top of her without a word.

He fucked her on the floor for a long time. The others were behind them, and he could hear them, soft sounds, shifting bodies, someone’s hand finding someone else’s in the dim lighted place, but he didn’t turn around.

Nyx didn’t let him. Every time his attention drifted she dug her nails in and dragged it back, and by the end of it he had stopped thinking about the bed at all.

He came inside her. Deep, the way he’d come inside Ava, the way he’d come inside all of them, Nyx arched off the carpet with her mouth open and her whole body locked tight around him, and when it was over she lay there breathing like she’d run a race and lost it on purpose.

"Well," she said, after a while.

"Well."

"That was worth the wait."

Lynx pulled out of her slowly and sat back on his heels. He turned back human, he wasn’t sure the girls would be able to handle his demon form during sex. The pleasure was immerse.

His chest was slicked with sweat and her and the room smelled like the inside of a forge.

Behind him, the bed had gone quiet, too quiet and when he finally turned around he found the others watching him from the bed with their hair tangled together and their thighs still shining and their eyes at half mast.

"You’re not done," Kira said. It wasn’t a question. She was on her side with her blonde hair stuck to her cheek and her deep orange eyes bright in the dark, and she looked at him the way she looked at a fight she intended to win. "You said you weren’t done."

"I’m not done." He meant it, his APS point had climbed one million but it wasn’t enough.

"Then get back over here."

He got back over there. He climbed onto the bed and put Kira on her hands and knees and took her from behind while Isabel held her hair and Lira whispered into her ear.

He fucked her till she came twice before he’d even broken a sweat, and then he moved to Lira, and then to Ophelia, and then to Isabel, and then to Amira, and then back to Rose because Rose reached out and grabbed his wrist and told him not to be a coward about it.

He fucked them. He fucked them all, one after another, and then again, and then again, and somewhere in the middle of the night the numbers stopped meaning anything, how many times he’d been inside each of them.

How many times each of them had come, how many times his cock had flared and fed and pulled them all back from the edge of exhaustion into wanting more.

This round three? Ava lost count first. She said so, out loud, with her face pressed into the pillow and her voice wrecked.

"I don’t know anymore, I don’t know, I can’t..." and then she came again anyway, and then she stopped being able to form words at all.

Amira went next. She came with her hand fisted in the sheets and her grey eyes rolled back and then she just, stopped.

Went limp. Breathing slow and deep, one arm thrown over her face, out cold in the middle of the bed with her dark hair spread everywhere.

Lynx pulled out of her gently and moved her leg aside and kept going.

Lira went quietly. She came a last time with her fingers tangled in Ophelia’s hair and then she smiled, small and private, and closed her eyes, and that was that.

Ophelia followed her within the same minute, curled into Lira’s side like she’d been planning it all night.

Surprisingly this round, Isabel took longer. He fucked her, spanked her ass, his hips moving with a blur, he loved fucking his women, he would never get tired of their wet pussies.

She was the one who held on, the one who kept her eyes open and her jaw set like finishing was a thing she could refuse to do.

Lynx fucked her slow and deep and waited her out, and eventually her orange eyes went wide and then soft and then closed, and she came one last time with her mouth open and no sound coming out of it, and then she was asleep before he’d finished pulling out.

Rose was next to last, he fucked her doggy, her big ass rippling as he spank her hard, his hand found her clit, then he thrusted deeper and then she rolled onto her side and put her back to him and was gone.

Kira went after her, Kira, who had sworn she would not be the one to fall first, and who fell last of the human women with her forehead pressed against Lynx’s chest and her breath evening out against his skin.

Which left Nyx.

She was still on the floor. She hadn’t moved. She was lying on her back with one knee bent and her arm behind her head, watching him work through the rest of them with those blood red eyes, and when he finally turned to look at her she raised an eyebrow.

"They’re all asleep, you wore them out" she said.

Lynx nodded, "They are. That was the point."

"Mm." She stretched, slow, and the sigil on her forehead caught the light. "You didn’t wear me out."

Lynx climbed off the bed. He crossed the room and stood over her and looked down at her for a moment, and she looked up at him, and neither of them said anything.

Then he got down on the floor with her. And he fucked her again. Slower this time, because there was no one left to impress and no one left to compete with, just the two of them on the carpet, with seven women breathing in their sleep behind them.

She came twice more. He came once. And when it was done, she lay with her head on his shoulder and her hand flat on his chest.

"I love you, Lynx."

"I love you too. I love you all."