Chapter 155: A Night to Relax 1 (R18)

They closed the bedroom door behind them, and the silence that fell was immediately charged with an almost physical tension, as if the very air had thickened.

Adam stood first, his muscles still a little heavy from the day, but already taut with anticipation.

The eight women followed him without a word, their steps light on the cold stone floor, their breaths already a little faster, a little deeper.

None of them were shy.

They knew perfectly well how his penis opened them, the burning, dense heat it deposited deep within them, the slow, relentless pressure that made their bellies swell until they cried out and wept with pleasure.

Astraea was already part of this circle, and that didn’t change the obviousness of what was about to happen; on the contrary, it added another layer of collective excitement.

In the vast bathroom with its pale stone walls, bathed in the light, warm steam from the large spring-fed pool, they undressed together.

Clothes slid one by one to the floor with a rustle of fabric, revealing skin already warm, nipples hardening in the cooler air, vulvas whose lips were visibly swelling, becoming darker, shinier.

Adam remained motionless for a long moment, his eyes tracing every curve with almost possessive attention.

He saw the heavy buttocks that sank slightly under their own weight, the drops of desire that were already beginning to bead between some of their thighs and trickle slowly down their inner skin, the way their breasts rose and fell with their increasingly deep and irregular breaths.

His own penis hardened painfully, the glans swollen to its limit, the skin taut and hot, a thick drop of pre-ejaculate stretching out before falling onto the stone floor.

He removed his clothes.

His penis slapped heavily against his stomach, the veins bulging and dark, the skin glistening.

Selene looked at him, a teasing smile on her lips, but her pupils were already dilated, her cheeks slightly flushed.

"You’re ready to fight already, big guy? It’s like you’ve been waiting for this very second... like you’ve been saving all this hardness for us."

Adam stepped closer without immediately replying.

He grasped both her buttocks with his hands, feeling the warm, supple flesh crush beneath his fingers, the skin smooth and slightly moist, and lifted her with one powerful movement.

Selene let out a small cry, her thighs wrapping eagerly around his waist, her arms around his neck, her breasts pressing against his chest.

The burning head of his penis rubbed against her swollen lips, and a stream of hot juice, thicker and more abundant than usual, immediately flowed down his shaft, sticky and slippery, sending shivers down his thighs and into his lower back.

He looked her straight in the eyes, his voice low, almost grave, laden with a dark promise:

"Look at you. You’re already leaking like a broken tap... and you still have the nerve to tease me. Tonight, I’m going to fill you up until you can’t even close your legs. Until your belly is so heavy you feel my sperm with every step."

He kissed her deeply, his tongue slowly and deliberately exploring her mouth as he walked toward the pool.

Behind them, the other women’s laughter had grown hoarse, more impatient, mingled with soft moans.

"Don’t keep her to yourself too long, Adam..." Vespera called out, sliding a hand between Isadora’s thighs and making her moan.

"We’re already soaked... you’ll feel it when you go in... we’re melting for you..." Isadora added in a drawling voice, her eyes half-closed.

"Make us scream... make us beg..." Elaria murmured from the edge.

"We’re all waiting for you... we’re ready..." Astraea breathed, caressing the nape of Elaria’s neck with a tenderness brimming with desire.

The warm water of the pool welcomed them with a liquid caress.

Adam climbed down, Selene still clinging to him, her buttocks involuntarily contracting against his hands, her vulva rubbing against his lower belly with every movement, leaving wet marks on his skin.

Around them, pairs formed naturally, like a familiar choreography.

Vespera and Isadora were already kissing, breasts pressed together, hips pressed together, rubbing against each other with deliberate slowness, their vulvas sliding against one another in a warm, wet friction that drew soft moans from their throats.

Elaria lay on the warm stone ledge; Astraea had settled on top of her, their vulvas pressing against each other in a slow, intense friction, recalling past nights with renewed intensity.

Elena and Lyriana were in 69, tongues deep and expert, fingers buried up to the second knuckle in each other’s anuses, muffled moans rising from their busy mouths, their hips already swaying.

Shiora knelt behind Selene in the shallow water.

She took Adam’s penis in her hand, felt it throb heavily against her palm, stroked it once from base to glans to feel it twitch, then took it into her mouth with a sigh of greedy pleasure.

Her hot, rough tongue circled the hypersensitive glans, licked the drop of pre-ejaculate with care, sucked gently, sliding her lips down to the base, her throat closing around him for a moment.

At the same time, his fingers parted Selene’s already swollen lips, caressed her clitoris, already hard as a pebble, rolled it between his fingertips, then pressed it against her anus with firm, circular pressure.

Selene moaned into Adam’s mouth, her vaginal walls contracting with an almost painful force, desperately seeking something to grasp.

Her heart was beating so hard that Adam could feel it against his chest, a rapid, irregular pounding.

"She’s already so open... so wet..." Shiora murmured, pulling her mouth away for a moment, a strand of saliva still connecting her lips to the head of her penis.

"You’re going to feel her press against you... contract..."

Adam felt Shiora position the head of his penis against Selene’s burning entrance.

He thrust in with a sharp, controlled movement.

The head of his penis slid in, pushing apart the warm, slippery walls with delicious resistance.

Selene let out a long, raw cry that echoed against the stone walls.

The sensation was immediate and overwhelming: an almost burning heat, a thick, slippery wetness, walls that stretched forcefully around him, the deep stretch that pulled at his internal muscles until he elicited a second, higher-pitched cry.

He continued to push forward, inch by inch, feeling every wrinkle, every spasm, every attempt by his muscles to hold him back, until his head struck the back of her uterus with precise precision.

Selene came instantly.

Her whole body stiffened, her nails dug into Adam’s shoulders, leaving marks, and a hoarse, drawn-out moan escaped her.

Her walls contracted in powerful, hot, rhythmic waves, as if trying to milk him with almost painful force.

The internal pressure was so intense that tears welled in her eyes with the first orgasm.

Her heart pounded wildly, her breath came in irregular gasps, and a fine sweat already beaded on her neck, between her breasts, and along her spine.

"Ahh—Adam...! Damn... I can feel you... your head is against my uterus... don’t move... yes... move... harder... push in... I’m going to...!"

Shiora spread Selene’s buttocks with both hands and pressed her tongue against her anus.

The pink flesh contracted violently under the hot, moist contact, then released in spasms.

She licked for a long time, moved her tongue in slow circles, coated the entrance with abundant saliva, then slowly inserted two fingers.

Selene cried out louder, the double penetration making her tremble all over, shivers running from her neck to her calves.

The muscles of her anus tightened around Shiora’s fingers in perfect rhythm with the contractions of her pussy, creating a sensation of double pulsation.

Shiora put an arm around her, pinched her hard nipples until they turned white under the pressure, pulled them gently, then lifted herself up and kissed Adam over Selene’s shoulder, their tongues intertwining above the woman trapped between them.

"She’s squeezing you so tight... I can feel it around my fingers too... she’s pulsing..." Shiora murmured against Adam’s mouth, her voice husky.

"Because she’s already coming... and this is just the beginning," Adam replied in a deep voice.

"You’re going to feel her fill up."

"You’ll feel her belly swell against you."

Caught between them, Selene could only moan and beg, her voice breaking with waves of pleasure:

"Don’t stop... please... keep going... Shiora... Adam... harder... I can feel your cock and your fingers at the same time... it’s driving me crazy... I’m going to come again... I’m going to... ahh...!"

Adam sped up.

Each thrust made his hips slap against Selene’s buttocks, the wet, sensual sound echoing off the stone walls, mingling with the lapping of the water.

He felt the heat of her womb opening a little more with each thrust, the walls sucking him with increasing force, the juice flowing abundantly down his balls and mixing with the water of the pool.

His orgasm rose like a burning, inevitable wave.

He thrust himself in to the hilt, the head of his penis buried deep inside her uterus, and ejaculated.