Chapter 330: _Vessel Of The Five

Loki’s fingers dug into Ambrose’s ass cheeks, all claiming and pressing him harder against their hips. They slammed harder, faster, deeper—each hit making Ambrose moan as he’d never before.

Slowly they reached lower with another hand, fingers wrapping around his dick.

"You said you needed help down here?" Their voice came out rough and deeper than usual.

Ambrose nodded, eyes watery. "Y-Yes. Please."

Loki’s grip tightened around his dick. "Beg harder. Don’t be shy."

"Loki—"

The lord of chaos bottomed out so hard that Ambrose’s cheek hit the headboard. He groaned, torn between pleasure, pain and an instinctual need to return the favour.

Fuck, Loki had been so gentle at the beginning too.

"Please, Loki." He panted, eyes fluttering shut. "Please, stroke me. I-I want to stain these sheets again while you fuck me. Give me that release again, please—"

The rest of that plea was fucked straight out of his mouth—literally as Devon slipped his own cock past his lips.

"That’s enough screaming." He chuckled, standing with square shoulders, one hand on his waist and another running through Ambrose’s hair. "Suck that cock like a good boy."

Ambrose could only let out muffled sounds as his throat opened up wider to take in Devon’s thrusts.

At the beginning, he could fuck with the concept of being tied up. Now it was becoming increasingly frustrating in the best way possible.

Each time he felt like grabbing Devon’s waist or reaching back for Loki’s ass as they fucked him... his wrists tugged with a biting sting against the ropes binding him.

Soon Loki’s grip on his cock lightened. "You’ve earned this." They kissed his lower back. "Viktor... help out our little Guide."

Ambrose could barely breathe between Loki’s persistent strokes in his hole and the way Devon fucked his mouth. So when Viktor found his dick and began working it—dear gods below.

"Mmph." Ambrose shuddered, hips vibrating as he slipped Devon’s cock out for a breath. "F-Faster."

Viktor, simultaneously stroking himself while stroking Ambrose, mumbled. "You want to come again?"

"Y-Yes—"

SMACK!

Someone struck his ass from behind before the word formed completely.

Ambrose cried out, managing a quick look over his shoulder.

Gabriel, staring down at him as he rose onto the bed, had a smirk curling his lips.

But the slap didn’t come from him.

"That’s not how this will work," Valentine drawled, grabbing fistfuls of Ambrose’s hair before pushing his face against the headboard again. "You’ll come when we want you to."

Loki rolled their hips, the thick length quivering inside Ambrose’s hole with obscene quelching sounds.

"F-Fuck." The Lord of Chaos flung their neck back. "Fuck, you’re perfect." A slap on the ass. "Move back against me, baby." Another slap. "Chase this dick like you’ve got no other choice—because you don’t."

Ambrose would’ve argued that he could teleport the heck out of here and call it a day.

Yet he knew he didn’t want that.

And so did the others.

So he did as he was told, pushing back hard until Loki’s balls bounced over his ass cheeks. The chaos lord’s hands trembled, clutching him tighter like a lifeline.

They were close.

Ambrose knew that without asking.

Loki kept fucking him, every thrust forcing wet sounds out of Ambrose’s stretched hole.

Devon stayed buried in his mouth, hips rolling in steady strokes that made Ambrose gag and drool around the thick cock. Viktor worked Ambrose’s dick with practiced patience, fist sliding up and down only to stop dead the second Ambrose’s thighs started shaking.

Every time Ambrose got close, Viktor’s hand went still, leaving him aching and twitching, pre-cum dripping onto the sheets.

"Not yet," Viktor murmured against his ear. "I don’t think I’d like you to come anytime soon. Right, boys?"

The others either grunted or nodded in response.

Ambrose moaned around Devon’s cock, the sound broken and desperate. His wrists burned against the ropes every time he tried to move. Loki’s grip on his hips tightened, pace turning brutal.

The chaos lord’s breathing went ragged, hips snapping forward with short, deep strokes that hit everything inside him.

"Fuck—Ambrose."

Loki came hard, burying themselves to the hilt and spilling deep inside him.

Hot pulses filled Ambrose until he felt it leaking out around the cock still buried in him. Loki stayed there for a second, trembling, then pulled out slowly and collapsed onto their back, chest heaving.

Ambrose’s arms gave out.

He dropped face-first onto the mattress, ass sore and open. Cum leaked down his thighs. His hands were still tied to the headboard, shoulders aching from the stretch.

A shadow moved behind him.

Valentine climbed onto the bed, crimson eyes dark with hunger. He ran a hand over Ambrose’s ass, spreading him open, watching Loki’s cum drip out.

"I’ve been waiting for this exact moment for a while," Valentine said, voice low and rough.

He slid one long finger inside without warning, curling it and scooping out a thick string of Loki’s release. Ambrose whimpered, pushing back into the touch despite the oversensitivity.

[SPECIAL MISSION GENERATED!]

Ambrose gasped at that blaring notification.

Huh?

[OBJECTIVE: Host is expected to make every one of his partners reach orgasm tonight.]

[REWARDS: 10000 seduction coins and special system title "Vessel of the Five".]

[PENALTY: None.]

[Accept or deny mission?]

Valentine added a second finger before Ambrose could think, working the cum deeper before pulling free. Then he lined himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against Ambrose’s messy hole.

He pushed in slowly, filling Ambrose in one long stroke until his hips were flush against Ambrose’s ass.

Ambrose cried out, forehead pressed to the sheets, the stretch burning in the best way. ’Yes,’ he managed to think, blinking at the mission report. ’I accept! Fuck.’

Valentine reached forward, untying the ropes with quick fingers, then grabbed Ambrose under the arms and hauled him up.

Ambrose ended up flushed against Valentine’s chest, back to the Necromancer’s front, his cock still buried deep inside him.

Valentine’s arms locked around his waist, holding him upright while he started to move—deep rolls of his hips that made Ambrose’s head fall back against his shoulder.

"There," Valentine murmured against his ear. "Just like this."