Freya's eyes snapped open, her face twisting in a mix of shock and betrayal as the blindfold fell away, revealing Emily—her own sister—looming over her, pussy glistening, lips curled in a wicked smirk.
"Emily?! What the fuck are you—?!" Freya gasped, her voice trembling as she tried to scramble back, her pregnant belly making her movements clumsy. "Where the hell is Nancy?! You bitch! You tricked me!"
Emily didn't even flinch. Instead, she leaned in, her fingers still slick from Freya's own arousal, her voice dropping into that same dark, taunting growl. "Oh, Sister," she purred, her fingers suddenly pinching Freya's nipples—hard—making her yelp.
"Are you really surprised?" Her grip tightened, her nails digging in as she twisted, drawing a sharp cry from Freya.
"You've been spreading your legs for my boyfriend, begging him to fuck you, letting Nancy and Suzy ride his cock while you watched..." Her voice dripped with venom. "And now you're playing innocent?"
Freya's breath hitched, her body arching as Emily's fingers punished her, her nipples throbbing under the cruel pressure. "Aah—! Let go!" she whimpered, her voice breaking. "It hurts—! I know I deserved it... I'm sorry!"
Emily laughed, low and dark, her other hand slipping between Freya's thighs, her fingers pressing against her soaked pussy. "Oh, you're sorry now?" she sneered, her fingers grinding against Freya's clit, making her body jerk. "After you drugged me, shared my man, and watched while he bred my friends?" She leaned in, her breath hot against Freya's ear. "You don't get to be sorry, Sister. You get to be punished."
Freya's face flushed, her body trembling as Emily's words cut deep. "Y-you bitch!" she snapped, but her voice lacked fire, her hips betraying her as they rolled against Emily's fingers. "I—I only did it because you were teasing him, a poor virgin! You bound his hands with your panties, denied him your pussy—!"
Emily's fingers froze on Freya's clit.
"Virgin?"
Her head snapped up, her eyes locking onto mine in disbelief. "VIRGIN?! Who the fuck is a virgin?!"
Freya's brows furrowed, her voice trembling. "Isn't Jack a virgin...?"
Silence.
Then—
I burst out laughing, low and dark, my smirk turning feral as I stepped closer, my cock already throbbing at the sight of them—Freya, flushed and ruined, Emily, furious but dripping. "Oh, Sister Freya," I drawled, my voice dripping with amusement. "I never said I was a virgin. You assumed."
Freya's jaw dropped, her eyes widening as the truth crashed over her like a wave. "W-what...?" she stammered, her face burning with a mix of shock and embarrassment. "That explains—!" Her voice cracked, her body trembling as the pieces finally clicked into place. "Fuck! That's why you fuck like—" She cut herself off, her cheeks flushing crimson as the realization hit her full force. "You lied! You deceived us—!"
Emily burst into laughter, the sound sharp and mocking as she doubled over, clutching her stomach. "You thought he was a virgin?!" she wheezed between gasps, her voice dripping with amusement. "You—phhhh—ha ha ha haa! Oh my god, Sister! You actually believed that?!" She wiped tears of laughter from her eyes, her smirk turning wicked as she looked at Freya's mortified expression.
Freya's face twisted in frustration, her finger jabbing toward me. "It's all your fault for deceiving me!" she snapped, her voice trembling with indignation.
I stepped closer, my smirk unapologetic as I cupped her flushed cheek, my thumb brushing her lower lip. "Sister Freya..." I murmured, my voice a low, velvety taunt, "It's your fault." My fingers trailed down her body, sliding between her thighs to tease her swollen, soaked pussy.
"How was I supposed to hold back after seeing this pregnant pussy of yours?" I growled, my fingers pressing against her clit, making her gasp. "Dripping for me... begging for my cock..."
Freya's breath hitched, her body betraying her as her hips rolled into my touch. "Is it my fault...?" she whispered, her voice trembling, but her eyes were dark with need.
I nodded, my lips brushing hers as I pulled her closer. "All yours."
Freya's lips parted, her mind racing, her body aching for more. "I... I don't know..." she stammered, her fingers clutching at my shoulders. "You have to compensate me for deceiving me... otherwise, I.. I.."
Her voice trailed off, her threat dissolving into a whimper as she realized she had no leverage—only desire.
I closed the distance between us, my lips crashing onto hers in a possessive, hungry kiss. She melted against me, her body arching into mine as my tongue claimed her mouth. When I finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her eyes dazed with lust.
"Ok..." I murmured, my voice rough with promise, my lips still hovering over Freya's as I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. "I know... I'll listen to you."
Freya's eyes gleamed with mischief, her lips curling into a smug smirk as she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "Tell me..." she purred, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest, "is my pussy better than Emily's... or not?"
Emily's face flushed instantly, her hands shooting to her hips as she glared at Freya. "That's not fair, Sister!" she snapped, her voice sharp with indignation. "You're pregnant! Your pussy in pregnancy can't even compete with mine!"
Freya's smirk deepened, her fingers sliding down to tease her own swollen, glistening folds. "Then why don't you let Jack make you pregnant?" she taunted, her voice dripping with challenge. "So you can compete with my pussy... fairly."
Emily's face burned crimson, her breath hitching as she stammered, "Hmm—! Sister, don't forget—" she snapped, her voice trembling, "Jack is my boyfriend first!"
I couldn't help it—I laughed, low and dark, pulling them both against me, my arms wrapping around their waists. "Ok... Ok..." I chuckled, my voice warm with amusement, "Don't fight. You both are mine."
Freya's brows arched, her fingers digging into my side as she tilted her head, her voice teasing. "What about Suzy and Nancy?"
I grinned, my smirk turning smug as I met their glares. "They're also mine."
Pinch.
"HMM—!" Freya and Emily both hissed in unison, their fingers digging into my waist, twisting just enough to make me jolt.
"You're lustful," Freya growled, her voice a mix of frustration and amusement.
"But don't forget about us," Emily added, her fingers pinching harder, her voice sharp with warning. "Ever... hmm..." Her lips brushed my ear, her breath hot. "Otherwise, we won't forgive you."
I groaned, my hands sliding down to grip their asses, pulling them flush against me. "I wouldn't dream of it," I murmured, my voice rough with promise, my cock already throbbing again at the thought of them—all of them.
Emily's fingers tightened around my arm, her voice softening as she glanced at Freya. "But, Sister... we have to leave for Russia," she said, her tone laced with reluctance. "You should come with us."
I shook my head firmly, my hand resting protectively on Freya's swollen belly. "No. It's not safe for her to follow us," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. "She's pregnant. We can't take her with us."
Freya's lips parted, her eyes flickering with disappointment, but before she could protest, I cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing her lower lip. "Don't worry," I murmured, my voice low and reassuring. "I'm not leaving you. I'll have my people take care of you. And Suzy and Nancy—you'll live with them."
Emily's brows furrowed, her curiosity getting the better of her. "I forgot to ask you..." she said, tilting her head, "what is it that you do?"
I chuckled, a smirk playing on my lips. "Why don't you search my name online?" I said, my tone teasing. "Jack Reynolds. Go ahead, search it."
Freya and Emily exchanged a glance before Freya quickly snatched her phone from the bedside table. Her fingers flew over the screen as she typed my name and hit search. The results loaded instantly, and their eyes widened in unison.
"You... are a billionaire?!" Freya gasped, her voice a mix of shock and awe.
Emily's jaw dropped, her fingers tightening around the phone. "We don't need to be afraid of Victor," she said, her voice rising with a mix of relief and frustration. "You should have told me sooner, you bad guy!"
I shrugged, my smirk deepening. "You didn't need to know before," I said, my voice calm but firm. "But you don't have to worry about Victor. I'll have my people deal with him. But we still have to go to Russia."
Emily's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with doubt. "Why?"
I took a deep breath, knowing it was time to lay it all out. I explained everything—the threats, the power plays, the women in my life, and Isabella's situation. How Victor and others had targeted her, and how this trip to Russia was about putting an end to it all.
Freya's eyes widened as she processed it all. "You have so many women..." she murmured, her voice tinged with a mix of awe and jealousy.
I reached out, my hand resting on her belly, my voice softening. "But you are the special one," I said, my gaze locked onto hers.
Freya's lips curled into a small smile, her hand covering mine. "You would be the father of this child," she said, her voice warm. "And you have to name her. She's going to have so many aunts."
Emily's voice cut in, hesitant. "Will your women bully us?"
I shook my head, my voice firm but reassuring, "No, they won't bully you." My fingers traced slow circles on Freya's shoulder, my gaze sweeping over Emily, Suzy, and Nancy, each of them watching me with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. "They'll accept you like family... and their sisters."
Then I called Margaret, my voice low and commanding. "Come here. I need you to take your help again to take care of your sister." I didn't need to say more—she understood.
The three of us—Emily, Freya, and I—stepped under the scalding spray of the shower, the steam curling around us like a living mist. The water cascaded over our skin, washing away the tension of the day.
As we dried off and dressed, Emily's voice cut through the quiet, hesitant yet urgent. "Jack..." she murmured, her eyes searching mine, "What if something happens in Russia?"
I pulled her against me, my hands sliding down to grip her ass, my lips brushing her forehead. "Nothing will happen," I promised, my voice steady. "I've got people everywhere. Victor's already finished."
As if on cue, my phone buzzed. Isabella's name flashed on the screen. I answered, and her voice was cold, triumphant. "It's done. Victor's empire is gone. The Shadow Guards took care of his men. He's alone now... and running." She paused, her tone shifting to something darker. "He's fleeing to Russia. Thinks he'll find refuge there— Idiot thinks he's friends with the Mafia."
I smirked, my fingers tightening on Emily's hips as I pulled her closer, "Then he's dumber than I thought."
Emily's breath hitched, her fingers curling into my chest as she looked up at me, her eyes wide. "So... what now?"
"Now?" I murmured, "Now, we end him."
An hour later, Freya had called Suzy and Nancy, who arrived with their bags in tow. She filled them in on everything, their expressions shifting from shock to acceptance—after all, they were already mine in every way that mattered.
Freya, Emily, Suzy, and Nancy stood together, their eyes locked on the door as the knock echoed through the room. I turned the handle, and the second the door swung open, Margaret lunged at me, her body crashing into mine with a desperate, needy whimper.
"Master! I missed you so fucking much!" she cried, her voice trembling with raw, unfiltered desire. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her body pressing flush against mine, her soft, full tits mashing against my chest. Her breath was hot against my skin, her scent—sweet, floral, and fucking intoxicating—filling my lungs as I inhaled deeply.
My hands immediately found her ass, my fingers digging into the soft, plump flesh through the thin fabric of her dress. "Did you know?" I growled, my voice a dark, velvety taunt as I squeezed hard, making her gasp.
"Did you miss this?" My fingers pinched her ass cheek, twisting just enough to make her jolt, a sharp cry escaping her lips.
"Ahn—! Master!" she whimpered, her face flushing a deep, embarrassed crimson as she glanced over her shoulder at the other girls. "E-everyone's watching..." she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and filthy excitement.
I didn't give a fuck.
"Let them," I murmured, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as my fingers slid beneath the hem of her dress, finding her bare ass. "They're going to be your sisters..." My palm connected with her flesh—SMACK—the sharp sound echoing through the room. "So don't be shy."
"AAAH—! H-Hmm—! Master!" Margaret cried, her body jerking forward, her fingers clawing at my shirt as her ass stung from the impact. Her thighs squeezed together, her pussy already dripping, the scent of her arousal filling the air.
"P-please... not in front of—ah!—not in front of them..." she whimpered, but her body betrayed her, her hips pushing back into my touch, begging for more.
I grinned, my fingers trailing lower, slipping between her thighs to find her soaked panties. "Oh?" I taunted, my voice rough with amusement as I pressed my fingers against her clit, making her jolt. "You don't want them to see how wet you get when I spank you?" I slapped her ass again—SMACK—harder this time, the sound cracking through the room like a whip.
"Nnngh—! M-Master...!" Margaret's voice cracked, her body shuddering violently as her pussy clenched around nothing, her juices already dripping down her trembling thighs.
"P-Please, I—I can't—! It's too much...!" she whimpered, her face burning crimson, but her hips betrayed her, arching into me with desperate need.
"Good," I rumbled, my voice a dark purr as my fingers hooked into the lace of her panties, dragging them down her thighs with a slow, deliberate tug. The cool air kissed her exposed, glistening folds, making her gasp.
"Because I love seeing you like this—so wet, so needy, so ashamed." My palm cracked against her ass again—SMACK—the sharp sound echoing as her body jolted, a broken cry tearing from her lips. "Look at you, dripping for me already."
Her fingers clawed at my shoulders, her nails digging in as another whimper escaped her. "N-No, Master—! P-Please, don't make me—ahhn!—" Her voice dissolved into a breathy moan as my fingers traced the slick heat between her thighs, teasing her entrance.
"T-They're watching...!" she sobbed, but her thighs quivered, her pussy clenching hungrily at the empty air.
"Look at them," I commanded, my voice rough as I nodded toward the others. Freya's dark eyes were glazed with hunger, her fingers circling lazily over her swollen, pregnant belly, her lips parted as she watched Margaret's humiliation unfold.
Emily's breath hitched, her own hand slipping between her thighs, her fingers rubbing slow, teasing circles over her clit.
Suzy and Nancy stood side by side, their cheeks flushed, their chests rising and falling in ragged gasps as they took in every trembling detail of Margaret's shame.
"N-No—! Ah—! M-Master, p-please—!" Margaret's voice was a broken whisper, but her body betrayed her, her hips rolling into my touch, her ass pushing back for more. A fresh gush of arousal dripped down her thighs, her pussy fluttering as she realized—they were all watching.
I chuckled darkly, my fingers sliding through her soaked folds, finding her throbbing clit. "You love this, don't you?" I growled, pinching the sensitive nub just enough to make her scream.
"Being watched... being used..." My other hand gripped her hip possessively, my fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as I pulled her back against me, grinding my cock against her ass. "Such a filthy little slut, Margaret. And now your sisters know it."
"I-I'm not—! Ah—! M-Master—!" she cried, but her body convulsed as another sharp slap landed on her ass, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.
"P-Please—! I'll be good—! I swear—!" Her words dissolved into a whine as my fingers plunged into her tight, dripping heat, her inner walls clenching around me desperately.
"You will be good," I snarled, curling my fingers inside her, finding that sweet, sensitive spot that made her scream.
"But first..." I thrust my fingers deeper, my thumb pressing hard against her clit. "You're going to cum for me... right in front of all of them."
"N-No—! Ah—! Master, I c-can't—!" Margaret's voice was a trembling mess, but her body was already betraying her, her pussy gushing around my fingers, her thighs shaking as her orgasm built. "P-Please—! Not like this—!"
"Yes, you can," I growled, my voice thick with command as I fucked her with my fingers, my thumb relentless on her clit. "And you will."
"AAAH—! M-MASTER—! I'M—! I'M CUMMING—!" Margaret's scream shattered the air, her back arching violently as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around nothing, her inner walls pulsing as a scorching, thick squirt erupted from her, gushing out in obscene, relentless spurts.
The first jet hit the floor with a wet splat, quickly followed by another, and another, her juices drenching my hand, her thighs, the carpet beneath us. The room filled with the slick, shameful sounds of her release—squelch, splat, drip—her body convulsing as she collapsed against me, her legs giving out completely.
"F-Fuck—!" Freya gasped, her eyes wide with shock as she watched Margaret's pussy pulse and gush, her own fingers freezing over her pregnant belly. "S-She's squirting so hard—! Look at her! Her whole body's shaking!"
"Oh my God—!" Suzy moaned, her fingers pausing inside her own pussy as she watched in awe.
"It's everywhere—! She's drenching the whole floor—!" Her voice was thick with lust, her breath ragged as she bit her lip, her own pussy throbbing at the sight.
Emily and Nancy stood frozen, their eyes locked on Margaret's trembling body, their hands still between their legs.
"H-Holy shit," Emily whispered, her voice thick with disbelief. "I've never seen anyone squirt that much—!" Her fingers twitched against her clit, her pussy clenching with need as she watched Margaret's uncontrolled release.
"She's still going—!" Nancy breathlessly pointed out, her voice shaking as another spurt of Margaret's juices hit the floor, her body jerking with the force of it. "Look at her ass—! It's clenching so hard—!"
Margaret's whimpers filled the room, her body boneless as I held her up, her pussy still pulsing, dripping, her juices running down her thighs in thick, glistening streams. "M-Master..." she whined, her voice broken, her face flushed with humiliation as she realized they were all watching—staring—at her complete loss of control.
"I-I can't—! It won't stop—!" Another gush of her release splattered onto the floor, her body trembling as her orgasm wracked her.
"G-God, that's so fucking hot," Freya moaned, her fingers finally resuming their frantic circles over her clit, her pregnant pussy aching with need.
"Look at her pussy—! It's still squirting—!" Her voice was thick with lust, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she watched Margaret's shaking body, her own arousal dripping down her thighs.
"I-I want to taste it—!" Suzy blurted out, her fingers plunging deeper into her pussy as she watched the mess Margaret was making. "Her juices—! They look so fucking sweet—!"
Emily bit her lip hard, her fingers rubbing her clit faster as she watched Margaret's trembling form. "Fuck—" she growled, her voice rough with need. "She's making such a mess—! I want to lick it up..!"
Nancy whimpered, her fingers working her pussy furiously as she stared at the glistening pool of Margaret's release. "I bet it tastes so good—" she moaned, her voice breathy. "I want to drink it—!"
Margaret's body finally gave out, her knees buckling as she sagged against me, her pussy still dripping, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. "M-Master..." she whimpered, her voice shaking, her face burning with shame as she felt their eyes on her—hungry, awed, filthy with desire.
I grinned, my cock throbbing painfully as I held her up, my fingers trailing through the mess she'd made. "Good girl," I growled, my voice rough with approval.
I pulled Margaret's trembling body against mine, my arm wrapping around her waist as I slowly withdrew my fingers from her soaked, throbbing pussy.
The scent of her—musky, sweet, intoxicating—filled my nostrils as I brought my glistening fingers to my nose, inhaling deeply.
"Mmm..." I growled, my voice a dark, velvety rumble. "So naughty..." My lips curled into a smirk as I licked my fingers, savoring the taste of her. "How hungry is this pussy of yours, Margaret?"
Her face flushed crimson, her breath hitching as I pressed my wet fingers against her lips, forcing her to taste herself. "Open," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for refusal.
Margaret's lips parted obediently, her tongue darting out to lick her own juices from my fingers, her embarrassed moans vibrating against my skin. "Mmm..." she whimpered, her lashes fluttering as she sucked my fingers clean, her shame only making her wetter.
I captured her lips in a deep, possessive kiss, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth, letting her taste herself on me.
When I finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and glistening, her eyes dazed and heavy with lust. Margaret pressed her forehead against my chest, her breath hot and ragged, her fingers clawing at my shirt as her body arched into me.
"Master..." she whimpered, her voice trembling with need, "My pussy... it kept remembering your cock..." Her voice cracked, raw and desperate.
"All these lonely nights..." She shuddered, her body aching for me. "Please... punish my naughty pussy..."
I grabbed her ass hard in my palm, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.
"Don't worry..." I growled, my voice rough with promise, "I'll punish you... and your sisters' naughty pussies..."
My grip tightened, my thumb pressing against her soaked folds, making her whimper. "All you sluts want... once I come back from Russia."
Her breath hitched, her body trembling as I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear. "But until then..." My voice dropped, dark and commanding. "You are not allowed to touch your pussies..."
My fingers slid between her thighs, teasing her throbbing clit, making her jolt. "And tell your sisters..." I pinched her clit, hard, making her cry out. "If anyone touches their pussies..." My grip tightened on her ass, my cock throbbing against her. "They won't get my cock."
Margaret whimpered, her body shuddering as she nodded, her fingers clutching at me. "Master is so cruel..." she moaned, her voice thick with frustration.
"Sister Stella..." She bit her lip, her eyes darkening with the thought. "She's going to have a hard time... holding herself back..."
I chuckled, dark and knowing, my hand sliding up to grip her throat, my fingers wrapping around her delicate skin as I tilted her face up to meet my gaze. "Good," I murmured, my lips curving into a smirk, my thumb brushing her swollen lower lip.
"Let her ache for it." My voice dropped to a whisper, my breath hot against her ear. "Let all of you ache..." I pressed my throbbing cock against her, hard and unrelenting, my grip on her throat tightening just enough to make her whimper.
"Because when I get back..." My voice roughened, thick with promise and dominance. "I'm going to fuck the need right out of you."
Margaret's breath hitched, her eyes darkening with lust and frustration, her body trembling against mine. "Y-Yes, Master..." she whispered, her voice shaking with desire.
With a final, possessive squeeze of Margaret's throat, I pulled back, my grip lingering just long enough to remind her who she belonged to. My mind shifted seamlessly to the tasks at hand, the weight of responsibility settling over me like a second skin.
I assigned two Shadow Guards to each of my women—Freya, Emily, Suzy, Nancy, and Margaret—their presence a silent but unshakable promise of protection.
But my concern didn't stop there. My mind raced through the faces of the women who mattered—each of them precious, each of them vulnerable without me there to protect them.
I sent additional Shadow Guards to Hannah, her sharp wit and fierce independence masking the fragility I knew lurked beneath. To Haruna, whose love ran deep, and especially to Yuko.
Yuko—wild, unpredictable, lethal. I didn't know if she'd take any missions while I was gone, if she'd throw herself into danger just to distract herself from the ache of my absence.
But I wasn't taking any chances. I pulled the lead Shadow Guard aside, my voice low, deadly, my gaze unwavering. "Keep her safe," I growled. "No. Matter. What." The unspoken threat hung in the air—failure wasn't an option.
"They answer to no one but me," I growled, my voice low and unyielding. "And if anyone so much as looks at you wrong, they have my permission to erase them."
The girls exchanged glances, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and confusion. But before they could question me, I stepped back, my gaze sweeping over them.
"There's something you should know about me," I said, my voice calm but charged with an undercurrent of power. "Something that explains a lot."
Freya's eyebrows shot up, her hand instinctively resting on her pregnant belly. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.
I said, my voice dropping to a whisper that somehow carried through the room like a thunderclap. "I'm an Incubus."
Silence.
Then—
"W-What?!" Emily blurted, her eyes wide with shock.
Suzy's mouth fell open, her fingers clutching at Nancy's arm. "That's—that's not possible!" she stammered, but her voice wavered, her gaze flickering between me and the others, as if searching for confirmation.
Nancy's breath hitched, her mind racing. "But—that would explain so much," she whispered, her eyes locking onto mine. "Your stamina... the way we can't resist you... the way you make us feel—"
Freya's face paled, but her voice was steady, her mind working quickly. "So... you're a demon
?" she asked, her tone laced with both fear and fascination.
I chuckled, dark and knowing. "Not a demon," I corrected, my voice smooth as silk. "An Incubus. A being of lust and desire. Feeding on the energy of pleasure." My gaze intensified, sweeping over each of them. "And you've all fed me very well."
Emily's cheeks flushed, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her dress. "So... everything we've felt..." she trailed off, her voice breathy.
"Was real," I confirmed, my voice low and velvety. "Just enhanced."
Suzy bit her lip, her eyes darkening with realization. "That's why we can't get enough of you," she murmured, her voice thick with lust.
Nancy nodded, her gaze locked onto me. "And why we never want to."
Freya exhaled slowly, her mind processing the revelation. "So... you're immortal?" she asked, her voice tinged with awe.
I shrugged, a smirk playing on my lips, my eyes gleaming with amusement and something darker—pride, possession, the unshakable knowledge of what I was. "Let's just say I'm very hard to kill."
For a moment, silence hung in the air, heavy with the weight of my words. Then—
Freya stepped forward first, her arms wrapping around my waist, her pregnant belly pressing against me. "We don't care," she murmured, her voice soft but firm, her fingers clutching at my shirt. "We just know..." Her eyes locked onto mine, burning with devotion. "You're ours."
Emily was next, molding herself against my side, her hand sliding up to grip my shoulder. "All ours," she purred, her lips brushing my neck, her tongue darting out to taste my skin. "And we're yours."
Suzy and Nancy followed, sandwiching me between them, their bodies pressing close, their hands roaming over me—possessive, hungry. "No matter what you are," Suzy whispered, her fingers tracing the muscles of my back. "You're ours first."
"Always," Nancy added, her lips pressing against my chest, her voice muffled but full of conviction.
I watched them leave, the car purring to life, the sound fading into the distance. Then, I turned my attention back to the task at hand, my mind sharp, my resolve unyielding.
Emily pressed her body against mine, her fingers tracing the hard lines of my chest, her breath warm against my skin. "Just us now," she whispered, her voice husky, her eyes dark with anticipation, her lips brushing against my ear.
"Tell me, my succubus..." she purred, hugging me tightly, her body molding against mine. "What other abilities do you have? I wanna know everything..."
I chuckled, pulling her onto my lap, my hands gripping her waist as I held her close. "Oh, you want to know everything, do you?" I murmured, my voice low and teasing. "Fine. I've got Telekinesis—move things with my mind.
Teleportation—jump anywhere in the world in a blink.
System Storage—keep anything I want in a pocket dimension. And The Healer—fix any wound, any pain..." My fingers trailed down her back, my touch light but possessive.
Emily let out a surprised gasp, her eyes widening. "Then why didn't you heal my pussy with your cum?" she pouted, her voice laced with mock frustration. "It's still hurting..."
I smirked, my hand sliding down to slap her ass with a sharp crack. "Because," I growled, my voice rough with amusement, "I wanted your naughty pussy to remember it for a long time."
Emily's breath hitched, her body squirming on my lap, her cheeks flushing. "You're so mean," but then she whined, her voice filled with excitement, her eyes gleaming. "You said you can teleport, right? So why don't we go right now—teleport directly to Russia!"
I nodded, my fingers tracing circles on her back. "Yeah, we could do that."
Emily squealed, throwing her arms around me, her voice bubbling with excitement. "My husband is so awesome!"
I smirked, my mind already shifting gears. "SERA," I commanded, my voice smooth. "Show me live footage. Track Victor."
The holographic screen flickered to life, casting a pale blue glow over Emily's excited face as we watched Victor cower in his dingy motel room. His gaunt face was twisted with paranoia, his eyes darting around like a rat trapped in a corner. "Pathetic," I muttered, my voice cold, my fingers tracing idle circles on Emily's waist. "But he won't be hiding for long."
Emily's eyes gleamed with dark anticipation, her fingers tightening around mine, her breath warm against my skin. "So... when do we leave?" she whispered, her voice thick with excitement, her body pressing closer. "I wanna see you hunt him down."
I grinned, my hand sliding up to grip the back of her neck, pulling her in for a deep, possessive kiss.
Then, my lips brushed her ear, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "Do you want to give your previous husband a show...?" I whispered, my fingers trailing down her spine, sending a shiver through her. "Make him go crazy..."
Emily wasn't afraid of Victor anymore—not after knowing who I was, what I could do. Her voice was steady, proactive, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "What do you have in mind?"
I smirked, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip. "It's a surprise," I murmured. "You'll like it. Trust me."
She didn't hesitate. "When are we leaving?"
"Right now," I said, my voice smooth, my mind already shifting to the hunt.
I turned to SERA. "Show me the photo of the motel where Victor is staying."
The screen flickered again, this time displaying a rundown, two-story building with peeling paint and flickering neon signs. "Got it," I murmured, pulling Emily tightly against me. "Let's go to Moscow."
In a blink, the world dissolved around us—then snapped back into focus. We were standing in a shadowed alley beside the motel, the cold Moscow air biting at our skin. Emily gasped, her fingers clutching at my arm. "What—we're already here?!" she breathed, her voice trembling with awe. "OMG! It's too magical!"
I chuckled, pinching her nose playfully. "Come on," I murmured, my voice low. "Let's get a room."
Five minutes later, we were inside the motel's front office, the stale smell of cigarettes and cheap cleaning products clinging to the air.
I booked the room next to Victor's—Room 12B, right beside his 12A. The walls were thin, the wood worn and cracked, the kind of place where secrets didn't stay secret for long.
I led Emily inside, the door creaking shut behind us. The room was just as grimy as I'd expected—lumpy mattress, stained sheets, the faint scent of mold clinging to the air. But none of that mattered.
I activated my AI Lens, my vision piercing through the thin wooden wall like it wasn't even there.
Victor was sprawled on his bed, his back to us, his attention glued to the flickering TV screen, completely oblivious to the storm about to break over him. Perfect.
The beds in our room and his were back-to-back, separated by nothing but that flimsy wooden wall—thin enough that every sound, every gasp, every desperate whimper would carry through like it was happening right in front of him.
And that's when the idea hit me.
I turned to Emily, my voice a dark, hungry growl. "I'm going to fuck his wife..." My fingers trailed down her arm, my touch sending a shiver through her, my lips brushing her ear. "Right against this wall. And he's going to hear every single moan. Every gasp. Every time you beg for more."
Emily's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation, her eyes darkening with lust. "Y-yes..." she whispered, her voice already thick with need. "Make him hear everything..."
I didn't wait for more.
SMACK!
My hand came down hard on her ass, the sound echoing through the room, the sting making her gasp. "Aaaaaah—!Fuck!—You're so bad..." she moaned, her voice dripping with desire, her body already arching into my touch.
I lifted Emily effortlessly, my hands gripping her waist as I tossed her onto the bed with a rough thrust. She landed with a soft thud, her breath escaping in a surprised gasp as her body bounced slightly on the worn mattress.
Without wasting a second, I tore off her clothes—her shirt first, then her bra, revealing her heavy, perfect tits, the nipples already hard and begging for attention. I yanked down her pants and panties in one swift motion, leaving her completely naked, her smooth, glistening pussy already wet with anticipation.
I didn't stop there. My own clothes came off just as quickly, my cock springing free, already rock-hard and throbbing with need. Emily's eyes darkened as she watched me, her lips parting in a hungry gasp.
Before she could react, I flipped her onto her stomach, my hands rough but possessive as I pressed her body against the wall. Her heavy tits were mashed against the thin wood, her ass sticking up in the air, begging for my touch, her pussy already dripping, her juices glistening in the dim light.
SMACK!
Another sharp slap landed on her ass, the sound loud enough to carry through the wall. A bright red handprint bloomed on her skin, the mark of my claim. "Aaaaaah! Yeah... Hit me harder, baby! Fuck—!Aaaah! Aaaaaaaah!" Emily cried out, her voice muffled against the wall but still loud enough to carry.
"You slut," I growled, my fingers digging into her hips as I pulled her back against me, my cock already rock-hard and pressing against her ass. "You love this, don't you? Letting your ex hear how much of a whore you are for me."
"Yes! Yes!" Emily moaned, her voice breaking with need. "I love it! Make me scream! Make him hear how good you fuck me!"
And then—a thud from the other side of the wall.
Victor's furious snarl cut through the thin wall, his voice a muffled but clear "Motherfuck! Can you be quiet?!" followed by another bang as his fist pounded against the wood. His frustration was palpable, his anger vibrating through the flimsy barrier between us.
But I didn't give a damn.
My hands slid up Emily's back, gripping her heavy, bouncing tits from behind, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh as I squeezed hard. "Aaaaaaaah—!" she gasped, her back arching as I pressed her tits against the wall, my thumbs rolling over her erect, swollen nipples, pinching them just enough to make her whimper.
"You like that, slut?" I growled, my voice rough with lust, my cock sliding between her asscrack, the heat of her skin making me throb.
"Feeling my cock right here... knowing he can hear everything..." My hips rocked forward, my cock gliding between her ass cheeks, the slickness of her pussy juices dripping down, coating my cock in her arousal.
"Y-yes!" Emily moaned, her voice trembling, her body trembling with need. "Fuck, Jack—please—!" Her thighs pressed together, trapping my cock between them, her soaked pussy dripping onto my cock, her juices glistening as I slid back and forth, teasing her, driving her wild.
You're fucking dripping," I growled, my voice thick with dark satisfaction as my fingers sank into the soft, heavy weight of Emily's jiggling tits, my thumbs rolling her rock-hard nipples between them until she gasped. "Your slutty pussy is begging for my cock, isn't it, whore?" My free hand slid down her spine, my fingers tracing the curve of her ass before giving it another sharp SMACK!, the sound echoing through the room.
"Y-YES!" Emily cried out, her voice breaking with desperate need, her hips grinding back against me, her soaked pussy dripping onto my thighs. "Please, Dexter—!FUCK me! I need your cock inside me—!NOW!" Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling, her juicy ass pressing against me, begging for more.
I pulled back just enough to slap my throbbing cock against her ass, the wet smack of her pussy juices coating my cock. "Do you want it, slut?" I snarled, my voice rough with lust, my fingers digging into her hips. "Do you want me to fuck you so hard he hears you scream?"
"YES! PLEASE! FUCK ME—!I NEED IT—!" Emily whimpered, her voice raw with desperation, her tight, dripping cunt clenching with anticipation.
And then—
I slammed my cock inside her in one brutal, merciless thrust, her pussy lips spreading obscenely around my cock as I buried myself to the hilt. "AAAAAAAAAAH—!FUCK!—IT'S TOO BIG! AAAAAAAAAAAAH! HMMMM! YES!" Emily screamed, her voice cracking with pleasure, her nails scraping against the wall as her pussy walls clenched around me, her juices gushing down my cock.
Victor's furious voice cut through the thin wall, muffled but clear. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU SON OF A BITCHES!"
Then—thud.
Footsteps.
I activated my AI Lens, my vision piercing through the wall. Victor was storming toward our door, his face twisted in rage, his fists clenched. He reached our door and banged on it, his voice a snarl. "OPEN THE DOOR, YOU MOTHERFUCKER! LET ME DEAL WITH YOU!"
Emily's pussy clenched around my cock at the sound of his voice, her breath hitching, her body trembling with a mix of fear and sick excitement. "H-he's really here..." she gasped, her voice trembling, her juicy ass pressing back against me, her pussy dripping with need. "He's going to see us... fuck, Dexter—!Don't stop—!"
I slapped her ass again—SMACK!—making her gasp. "Aaaaaah—!YES!"
"Don't worry, slut," I growled, my voice dark and possessive, my cock still buried deep inside her tight, throbbing pussy. "Let me deal with him."
I gripped Emily tightly, my cock still pounding inside her, and lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around me, her pussy clenching around me, her juices dripping down my cock as I carried her toward the door.
Victor's furious voice boomed through the door, his fists pounding against the wood like a caged animal. "OPEN THE DOOR
, I'LL KILL YOU!"
I adjusted Emily's body, positioning her so she leaned forward, her palms flat against the wall, her juicy ass sticking out, her pussy lips stretched obscenely around my throbbing cock, her juices glistening as I fucked her deep.
In this position, if I opened the door, Victor would see me—completely exposed, my cock buried inside her—and Emily's ass, her pussy glistening with her juices, her body trembling as I destroyed her.
But he wouldn't see her face.
Just her body.
Just the way I was ruining her.
With a smirk, I yanked the door open—and slammed my hips forward, giving Emily a hard, deep thrust that made her gasp. "Aaaaaaah—!" she let out, her voice muffled against the wall, her pussy clenching around me.
Victor froze, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the scene—me, completely naked, my cock buried deep inside Emily, her ass on full display, her pussy lips stretched around my cock, her juices dripping down my cock. His face twisted in disgust and fury, but he couldn't look away. "W-what the fuck—?!"
I chuckled, my voice dripping with amusement and dominance. "I'm sorry, man," I said, my hips slamming into Emily's ass, my cock pounding her tight pussy as I spoke. "But this bitch's pussy... is so fucking tight... I couldn't hold myself back."
SMACK!
I slapped Emily's ass hard, the sound echoing through the room, leaving a bright red handprint on her skin. "Say sorry, you bitch," I growled, my voice rough with command. "Your moans disturb people."
Emily's breath hitched, her pussy clenching around my cock as she obeyed, her voice trembling with shame and pleasure. "I-I'm sorry..." she whimpered, her voice breaking. "For making such noises..."
Victor's eyes widened as he recognized her voice. "This voice—..." he stammered, his face twisting in shock and betrayal.
I didn't let him finish.
I spread Emily's asshole with my fingers, exposing her tight, puckered entrance, her juices dripping down her thighs. "Look," I taunted, my voice dark and cruel, my cock pounding her pussy with brutal strokes. "How much of a whore she is... Look, even her asshole... is begging to be fucked."
Emily's pussy clenched around me, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body trembling with humiliation and lust. "Aaaaaah—!FUCK—!PLEASE—!" she sobbed, her voice raw with need, her juices gushing over my cock.
Victor's eyes were locked onto Emily's spread asshole, his breath hitching as he took in the sight—her glistening pussy, her juices dripping down her thighs, the way her ass cheeks quivered with every thrust. His face was a mask of shock and betrayal, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
SMACK!
I brought my hand down hard on Emily's ass, the sound echoing through the room, leaving a bright red handprint on her skin. "Aaaaaah—!" she moaned, her voice breaking with pleasure and shame, her pussy clenching around my cock.
Victor's voice cracked, his eyes locked onto that small, black mole on Emily's left ass cheek—the one he'd kissed, the one he'd traced with his fingers in the dark. "This voice... and—" His breath hitched, his voice breaking. "Emily... is that you?"
I didn't stop. My hand cracked across Emily's ass again, the sound sharp, the red handprint blooming against her pale skin. "Oh?" I said, my voice dripping with mock surprise, my cock still buried balls-deep in her tight, dripping pussy. "So you know this slut, too?"
Emily's pussy clenched around me, her walls pulsing as she realized Victor was right there, his eyes burning into her. "Aaaaaah—!Jack—!" she whimpered, her voice thick with shame and lust, her juices dripping down my cock, her tits swaying with every thrust.
I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I lifted her up, turning her to face him—my cock still buried deep inside her, her pussy lips stretched obscenely around my cock, her juices glistening as they dripped down my cock.
"Emily... your pussy's choking my cock..." I growled, my voice rough with dominance. "Don't tell me this pathetic piece of shit is the husband you've been whining about?"
Before she could answer, I froze Victor in place with my Telekinesis, his body locked, his eyes wide with horror and rage as I held Emily up, her pussy still clenching around my cock, her tits bouncing with every movement.
"H-Hello, Victor," Emily purred, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, her pussy tightening around me as she met his gaze. "Miss me?"
Victor's face twisted in agony, his fists shaking, his wife—his wife—impaired on another man's cock, her pussy glistening, her juices dripping, her tits heaving as she took me deep.
"You fucking—!" Victor snarled, his voice breaking, his pride shattered, his wife moaning for another man.
I slammed into her harder, my cock pounding her soaked pussy, her moans filling the air. "That's right, baby," I growled, my voice dark and possessive. "Let him see you. Let him hear you scream."
Emily's pussy clenched around my cock like a starving whore's, her juices gushing down my cock as I slammed into her with brutal, relentless strokes. Her tits bounced violently, her nipples so hard they looked like they could cut glass, her ass jiggling with every thrust.
"Aaaaaah—!FUCK—!YES—!I'M YOUR FUCKING WHORE—!ONLY YOURS—!" she screamed, her voice raw and broken, her pussy milking my cock like it was made for it. "Oh god, Jack—!FUCK ME HARDER—!MAKE HIM WATCH—!"
Victor's face was a twisted mask of rage and humiliation, his wife—his fucking wife—cumming on my cock, her pussy dripping, her moans echoing in his ears like a knife twisting in his gut. His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white, his body frozen in place by my Telekinesis, unable to move, unable to do a fucking thing but watch.
I gripped Emily's hips harder, my fingers sinking into her flesh as I pounded her soaked cunt, my voice a dark, mocking growl. "Oh, Victor," I taunted, my voice dripping with amusement and cruelty, my cock burying itself to the hilt inside her.
"You hear that? Your wife is a fucking whore for my cock." I slammed into her again, making her scream, her pussy clenching around me, her juices dripping down my balls. "She told me you were nothing in bed. That you couldn't even make her cum."
Emily's moans turned wilder, her pussy tightening around me as she joined in, her voice dripping with venom and pleasure. "Ohhh—!YES, Jack—!HE COULDN'T EVEN LAST FIVE MINUTES—!" she cried, her voice raw with lust and spite, her tits bouncing as I fucked her harder. "His tiny cock couldn't fill me like yours—!FUCK—!I NEEDED A REAL MAN—!"
Victor's face burned crimson, his eyes bulging with rage and shock, his body locked in place by my Telekinesis, unable to move, unable to stop what he was seeing. "Y-you fucking whore..." he snarled, his voice breaking, his pride shattered as his wife—his fucking wife—moaned for me, her pussy dripping, her body trembling with pleasure and shame. "Bitch, I'll kill you—!"
But his body wouldn't obey.
"Why... can't... I move my body...?" Victor yelled, his voice panicked, his muscles straining as he tried to lunge forward—only to freeze again, his face twisting in horror and fury. "What is happening—? Aaaaaaaaaaaa—!"
I gripped Emily's hair, yanking her head back as I slammed into her, my cock pounding her tight cunt, my voice a dark, taunting growl. "You hear that, Victor?" I snarled, my hips slamming into her ass, my cock burying itself balls-deep inside her. "She needs a real man. She needs my cock."
"Aaaaaah—!YES—!FUCK—!I DO—!" Emily sobbed, her pussy clenching around me, her juices gushing as she came again, her body trembling, her moans raw and desperate. "Oh god, Jack—!YOUR COCK FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD—!"
She arched her back, her tits bouncing, her nipples rock-hard, her voice dripping with lust and spite. "He could never fuck me like this—!HE COULDN'T EVEN MAKE ME CUM—!"
Victor's face twisted in agony, his fists shaking, his wife—his fucking wife—screaming for me, her pussy dripping, her moans echoing in his ears, her body trembling as I ruined her. "Y-you fucking—!EMILY—!" he roared, his voice breaking, his body frozen, his rage boiling inside him.
I gripped her hips harder, my fingers digging into her flesh as I pounded her soaked pussy, my cock burying itself inside her. "Look at her, Victor," I growled, my voice cold and cruel, my hips slamming into her ass, her juices dripping down my cock.
"Look at how wet she is for me. How tight her pussy is around my cock." I slammed into her again, making her scream, her pussy milking me. "She loves it. She needs it."
"Aaaaaah—!I DO—!I LOVE IT—!" Emily cried, her pussy clenching around me, her juices gushing as she came again, her body trembling, her moans raw and desperate. *"Oh fuck, Jack—!I'M YOURS—!ONLY YOURS—!" She rocked her hips back, her ass slapping against me, her pussy dripping, her voice breaking with pleasure and shame.
Victor's face burned with rage and humiliation, his wife—his fucking wife—cumming on my cock, her pussy dripping, her moans echoing in his ears, her body trembling as I destroyed her. "Y-you fucking—!I'll kill you—!" he snarled, his body still frozen, his voice trembling with helpless fury.
I leaned in, my lips brushing Emily's ear, my voice a dark, triumphant growl. "You hear that, Victor?" I snarled, my cock burying itself inside her. "She's mine now."
And with that, I fucked her harder, my cock pounding her tight, throbbing pussy, her juices coating my cock, her body trembling with pleasure and shame.
Victor could do nothing but watch, his heart breaking, his rage boiling, his wife screaming for another man.
And me?
I loved every fucking second of it.
"Cum for me, slut," I growled, my voice rough and commanding, my hips slamming into her ass, my cock burying itself deep. "Let him hear you."
"Aaaaaah—!I'M CUMMING—!FUCK—!YES—!" Emily screamed, her pussy clamping around my cock like a vice, her juices gushing down my shaft, her body shaking violently as her orgasm crashed over her. Her moans were raw, desperate, her tits bouncing, her nipples rock-hard, her ass quivering as I pounded into her.
Victor's face twisted in agony, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. "No... fuck..." he snarled, his voice breaking with rage and despair. "I will kill you both—!"
With a smirk, I pulled out, my cock slipping from Emily's pussy with a wet pop, leaving her whimpering in protest. "Hmmm... Jack..." she pouted, her pussy already missing the feel of me, her juices dripping down her thighs. "Don't leave my pussy..."
I slapped her ass—SMACK!—making her gasp. "Why don't you entertain our guest?" I growled, my voice dark with amusement and command. "You have to show him something he's never seen before..."
Before Victor could react, I yanked him inside the room with Telekinesis, the door slamming shut behind him. His eyes widened in shock, his body stiff with fear. "How is this possible—?" he stammered, his voice trembling. "It's you... You're the devil..." His face paled, his mind racing—not caring about Emily anymore, only one thought consuming him: Run. Save yourself.
But I didn't bother answering.
Emily, already eager, pulled me toward the bed, her hands trembling with excitement. She pushed me down, letting me lie flat on my back before straddling my thighs, her back facing me, her ass hovering just above my cock.
Emily's fingers trembled with filthy excitement as she spread her ass cheeks wide, her tight, glistening asshole winking at Victor, still twitching from the last time I'd stretched it open. She rocked her hips slowly, teasing him with the sight of what he'd always fantasized about—what he'd never earned.
"Look at it, Victor," she purred, her voice dripping with mocking sweetness, her fingers pressing against her puckered hole, spreading it just enough to show him the dark, forbidden entrance he'd begged for.
"This is the hole you dreamed of fucking, isn't it?" She let out a low, throaty laugh, her voice turning cruel and taunting. "But you were too pathetic to ever get it. Too small. Too weak."
Victor's face twisted in disgust and fury, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles turned white. His eyes were locked on her asshole, the one he'd obsessed over, the one he'd never touched.
Emily smirked, her fingers pressing harder, stretching her asshole wider, letting him see the way it twitched, the way it clenched, hungry for my cock. "But Jack?" she moaned, her voice thick with lust and mockery, her fingers circling her hole. "Oh, he fucks it so good. He stretches me open like you never could."
With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself, the head of my cock pressing against her tight asshole. "Aaaaaah—!FUCK—!" she whimpered, her asshole spreading, swallowing the tip, her body trembling as she sank deeper.
"Feel that, Victor?" she panted, her voice raw with pleasure and spite, her asshole clenching around my cock. "This is what a real man feels like. Thick. Hard. Filling me up where you failed."
Victor's face burned with humiliation, his wife—his fucking wife—taking another man's cock in her ass, her moans echoing in his ears, her body trembling as she ruined him.
"Aaaaaah—!YES!" she cried, her asshole finally swallowing my cock to the hilt, her body shaking with pleasure.
"Oh god, Victor..." she moaned, her voice dripping with mock pity, her hips rocking as she adjusted to the fullness. "You missed out, didn't you? All those nights you begged for this... and I laughed behind your back."
She started to ride me, her asshole clenching around my cock, her moans growing louder, wilder. "Aaaaaah—!FUCK—!IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD—!" she screamed, her body rocking, her ass slapping against me. "You never could fuck me like this—!NEVER—! Your tiny dick couldn't even touch me here!"
She reached back, spreading her ass cheeks even wider, showing him the way my cock disappeared inside her. "Look, Victor!" she taunted, her voice raw with pleasure and cruelty.
"Look how deep he goes! Look how good I take it! Aaaaaah—!FUCK—!YOU COULD NEVER MAKE ME FEEL LIKE THIS—!"
Victor's face twisted in agony, his fists clenched, his wife—his fucking wife—riding another man's cock in her ass, her moans filling the room, her body trembling with pleasure.
"Watch, Victor," I growled, my hands gripping her hips, my cock burying itself deep in her asshole. "Watch your wife take my cock where you never could."
Emily's moans grew louder, her asshole milking my cock, her body shaking with orgasmic waves. "Aaaaaah—!I'M CUMMING—!FUCK—!YES—!" she screamed, her asshole clenching around me, her juices dripping down my balls.
"Oh fuck, Victor! This is what you missed! This is what a real man does to me! Aaaaaah—!I'M HIS NOW—!NOT YOURS—!"
Victor could do nothing but watch, his heart breaking, his rage boiling, his wife cumming on another man's cock—in her ass—the one place he'd never had her.
And me?
I loved every fucking second of it.
"Cum for me, slut," I snarled, my voice rough and commanding, my hips slamming into her ass, my cock burying itself deep. "Let him hear you."
"Aaaaaah—!I'M CUMMING—!FUCK—!YES—!IT'S SO FUCKING DEEP—!" Emily screamed, her asshole clenching around my cock, her body shaking as her orgasm crashed over her, her moans raw and desperate.
Victor's face burned with humiliation, his wife—his fucking wife—cumming on my cock, her asshole dripping, her moans echoing in his ears, her body trembling as I claimed her.
My hands crushed into Emily's hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I lifted my hips off the bed with a savage thrust, driving my cock so deep into her asshole that her entire body jerked forward. The stretch was brutal, her asshole spreading obscenely around my throbbing shaft, her walls clenching desperately as I bottomed out with a wet, filthy pop.
"AAAAAAAAAAH—!FUCK—!IT'S RIPPING ME OPEN—!" Emily screamed, her back arching like a bow, her tits bouncing wildly as her fingers flew to her clit, rubbing in frantic, sloppy circles.
"Oh GOD—!YOUR COCK'S SO FUCKING DEEP—!" Her other hand slammed against the wall, her body trembling as she ground her clit, her moans turning wilder, more desperate, her pussy already gushing with need.
"Look at you, Victor," she panted, her voice dripping with mocking sweetness, her fingers working her clit harder, her juices already dripping down her thighs.
"Your wife's asshole is stretched around his cock... and you can't even fucking move!" She let out a low, filthy laugh, her body shuddering as her orgasm built, her pussy clenching empty, aching for more. "Aaaaaah—!FUCK—!I'M GONNA SQUIRT ALL OVER YOUR USELESS FACE—!"
Her words cut off into a shriek as her pussy convulsed, a violent stream of piss erupting from her, shooting forward—right into Victor's face. "AAAAAAAAH—!YES—!TAKE IT! DRINK IT, LOSER—!" she screamed, her fingers rubbing her clit faster, her piss drenching him, soaking his hair, his face, his clothes, her moans raw and triumphant.
"Aaaaaah—!FUCK—!YOU NEVER MADE ME FEEL THIS GOOD—!YOUR TINY DICK COULDN'T EVEN MAKE ME SQUIRT—!"
Victor gagged, sputtering, his face twisted in disgust and fury, his eyes burning with tears of humiliation as his wife—his fucking wife—pissed all over him while another man's cock wrecked her ass.
"Mmm... tastes like failure, doesn't it?" Emily taunted, her voice thick with lust and cruelty, her fingers still rubbing her clit as she squirts another stream, coating him completely.
"Aaaaaah—!FUCK—!YOU NEVER COULD MAKE ME SQUIRT LIKE THIS—!" Her asshole clenched around my cock, her body shaking as she came harder, her piss dripping down her thighs, her juices soaking the bed.
"You hear that, Victor?" I growled, my hips slamming upward, fucking her asshole with brutal, relentless strokes, my cock burying itself deep inside her tight, clenching hole. "Your wife is squirting all over you..." I slammed into her again, making her scream, her asshole milking my cock, "...because I fuck her better than you ever could."
SMACK!
My hand came down on her ass with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the room, making her jump slightly. "Here..." I snarled, my voice dark and possessive, my balls tightening as the first spurt of my hot cum blasted deep inside her asshole. "Take my cum for your hungry asshole, slut."
"AAAAAAAAH—!FUCK—!" Emily screamed, her body jerking violently as the hot, thick spurt of my cum hit deep inside her, filling her asshole with raw, burning pleasure. "Oh GOD—!IT'S SO HOT—!SO DEEP—!" Her fingers dug into the sheets, her asshole clenching around my cock, milking every drop as I pumped more cum inside her.
"Aaaaaah—!YES—!FILL ME!" she sobbed, her voice breaking with pleasure and desperation, her asshole pulsing around my cock, her body trembling as another spurt of my cum blasted inside her. "I FEEL IT—!SO MUCH!FUCK—!"
Victor stood there, soaked in her piss, his face twisted in horror and fury, his eyes burning with humiliation as his wife—his fucking wife—took another man's cum deep in her ass, her moans echoing in his ears, her body shaking with orgasmic waves.
"That's it, whore," I growled, my hips slamming upward, burying my cock deep as I emptied myself inside her. "Take every fucking drop."
"Aaaaaah—!I CAN FEEL IT—!IT'S FILLING ME—!" Emily cried, her asshole clenching around my cock, her juices and piss dripping down her thighs, her body trembling as she came again, her moans raw and desperate.
"Aaaaaah—!YES—!MORE—!FUCK—!I'M YOURS—!" she screamed, her asshole milking my cock, her body shuddering as the last spurts of my cum filled her asshole, dripping back out as I pulled her down harder.
Victor stood there, broken, his wife—his fucking wife—used, claimed, ruined in front of him, her asshole stuffed with my cum, her body trembling as she came on my cock.
And me?
I loved every fucking second of it.
"Remember this, Victor," I snarled, my voice cold and final, my cock still buried in Emily's asshole, my cum slowly leaking out of her gaping, well-used hole.
Emily collapsed forward, her breath ragged, her body trembling as she panted hard, her tits pressing against the bed, her ass still raised, my cum dripping from her stretched asshole, the sight obscene and erotic.
I pulled my cock out with a wet pop, her asshole staying open for a moment, glistening with my cum before slowly clenching shut.
I glanced at Victor—silent, defeated, his eyes locked on the floor, his body still frozen from the Telekinesis, his pride shattered.
For a moment, I considered killing him, ending him right then and there. I'd played with him enough, after all.
But then I remembered—Nikolai. And Natalya.
I'd read Natalya's file—no boyfriend, no relationships, no weaknesses. A thorned rose, strong, untouchable, unbeatable in combat, whether with hands or weapons. She despised men, trusted no one.
And I wanted her.
Badly.
But I couldn't kill Nikolai, as he is her father after all.
If I wanted Natalya, I needed him alive.
The only option was to spin this mess into a misunderstanding, let them deal with Victor, pull the truth out of him.
So Victor couldn't die.
Not yet.
I activated Absolute Hypnosis, my voice dropping into a low, commanding tone as I locked eyes with him. "You are my slave from now on."
Victor's eyes glazed over, his voice hollow, obedient. "Yes, Master."
"Get the fuck out of here," I ordered, my tone cold. " I'll call you when I need something."
"As you wish, Master," he mumbled, his body moving on its own, stumbling toward the door like a broken puppet.
Emily lay limp on the bed, her body exhausted from squirting so hard, from cumming so much. Her breath was shallow, her skin glistening with sweat, her asshole still leaking my cum.
I stepped into the bathroom, the scorching water pounding against my skin as I stood under the shower. It washed away the sweat, the cum, and the lingering scent of Emily—her tight asshole clenching around me just moments before.
The heat burned away every trace of her: the desperate moans, the way she squirted, how her pussy had milked my cock before I took her ass.
My mind had already moved on. Victor was dealt with, Emily was discarded, and now, my focus sharpened on Natalya. I dried off and sank onto the sofa to the left of the bed, already plotting my next move.
I stepped out, water dripping from my body, and tossed a towel around my waist before sinking onto the sofa beside the bed. The leather creaked under my weight, the room still heavy with the musky scent of sex and domination.
"SERA," I ordered, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Pull up everything on Natalya. Everything."
The holographic display flared to life, floating in the air before me. Files, images, combat records, intel—all of it unfolding like a map to her soul. She recruited through underground fights, handpicking the strongest, the most ruthless.
Those who won earned a place in her inner circle, her personal army. She trained them herself—weapons, hand-to-hand, loyalty forged in blood. They followed her everywhere, a pack of wolves with her as their alpha.
A woman like that—untouchable, unbreakable, a fucking storm in human form—falling for me?
Challenging.
And that's what made it so goddamn irresistible.
"When's the next Underground Fight?" I demanded, my fingers steepled, my gaze locked on the floating data.
"Tonight, 2 A.M," SERA responded, her voice smooth, efficient. "Natalya will be present to select new fighters."
"Sign me up."
"Registration requires a stage name and a sign-up fee—$10,000."
"Do it." I leaned back, a slow, predatory smirk curling my lips. "And monitor Natalya and her entire team. If anyone digs into my background, feed them false intel."
"Generating identity," SERA confirmed, the hologram shifting to a new file. "You are now 'Viper'—ex-convict, imprisoned for annihilating two rival gangs single-handedly after they slaughtered your parents in a gunfight. Before that, you were a nobody—a civilian caught in the wrong place at the wrong time."
SERA's details showed that I was born in Russia, but my American mother gave me this look. I got out released from jail early—good behavior, they said. Killing gang members wasn't much of a crime, anyway. Now, I'm 29.
I exhaled, running a hand through my hair, my eyes flicking to the clock—12:02 A.M.
Emily lay sprawled on the bed, her body still glistening from the aftermath of our fucking, her breath slow and steady. I could've stayed. Could've woken her up, bent her over the bed, and fucked her again—her pussy, her ass, her mouth—until she screamed. But I had bigger plans.
I stood, scooping her limp body into my arms, and teleported to the guest room in the Villa. The faint murmur of Julie and Jessica's voices drifted from the living room, their laughter soft, unaware. I didn't stop. If I saw them, I wouldn't leave. And tonight, I had a fight to win.
I lay Emily on the bed, pulling the sheet over her naked body. She stirred slightly, a soft whimper escaping her lips, but she didn't wake.
A quick text to Margaret:
"I have sent Emily's back. Guest room."
Her reply was instant: "Master... It's okay. I've found her."
No questions. No doubt. She knew—I had business. And business always came first.
I hailed a taxi and directed it toward the underground fight arena. The streets pulsed with neon—clubs and pubs lining every corner, their bass-heavy beats thrumming through the night air. Following SERA's guidance, I slipped past the chaos and found the unmarked entrance, nothing more than a rusted door set into the pavement. The stairs descended into darkness, each step groaning under my weight.
At the bottom, four armed men stood silent, their faces carved from shadow. Without a word, one raised a device, the flash of a scan capturing my identity. "You can go now." No questions, no hesitation—SERA had already smoothed the way.
The moment I stepped inside, the air hit me like a fist: thick with the metallic bite of blood, the sour reek of sweat, and something older, darker—death itself.
The crowd's roar swallowed the creak of the stairs beneath my boots. And then, the arena unfolded before me, a nightmare bathed in flickering light.
It wasn't just a fighting pit.
It was a fucking coliseum of carnage.
The cage—a massive, circular steel structure, reinforced with barbed wire at the top—gleamed under the harsh, flickering floodlights, casting long, jagged shadows across the bloodstained sand. The floor was littered with broken weapons, shards of glass, and dark, glistening pools of blood, some fresh, some dried to a rusty crust. The walls were smeared with crimson—handprints, smears, arcs from bodies being slammed against the metal.
The crowd was a sea of screaming, bloodthirsty faces, packed into rusted bleachers that encircled the cage like a ring of vultures. Their eyes gleamed with sadistic hunger, their voices a deafening chorus of cheers, jeers, and bets being shouted over the clang of steel. Some clutched bottles of cheap liquor, others waved wads of cash, their faces flush with the thrill of watching men kill each other.
Inside the cage, the fight was already in full swing.
Two men—one bare-chested, his skin glistening with sweat and blood, the other wearing a tattered leather vest—circled each other like wolves.
The bare-chested one gripped a serrated machete, its blade dripping blood, while the other swung a spiked chain, the metal whistling through the air.
The machete slashed down, carving a deep gash across the vested man's chest. He howled, stumbling back, but recovered quickly, lashing out with the chain. It wrapped around the bare-chested fighter's arm, yanking him off-balance before the spikes tore into his flesh. Blood sprayed, splattering the sand, the crowd roaring in delight.
The bare-chested man gritted his teeth, ripping the chain free with a snarl, his arm now shredded and bleeding. He lunged, driving the machete straight into the other man's gut. The vested fighter gasp, his eyes bulging as he coughed up blood, his hands clawing at the blade. The bare-chested man twisted it brutally, yanking it free before slashing again—this time across the throat.
A fountain of blood erupted, drenching the sand, the crowd erupting in a frenzy of cheers and stomping feet. The vested man collapsed, his body twitching as the life drained from him.
The winner stood over him, breathing hard, his face splattered with blood, his machete raised in triumph as the announcer boomed over the speakers:
"WE HAVE A WINNER! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, GIVE IT UP FOR 'THE BUTCHER'!"
The crowd exploded, their voices a deafening wall of sound, money and bottles exchanging hands as the body was dragged out of the cage, leaving a bloody trail in the sand.
A hulking figure lumbered toward me, his gut straining against his shirt. "So you're the new blood," he grunted, sizing me up. "Viper, right? You sticking with that, or you got something better for the stage?"
I met his gaze, my voice low and steady. "Death. My name is Death."
The fat man threw his head back, his belly shaking as he barked out a laugh, the sound grating against the hum of the crowd. "Ha! Ha-ha, sure, sure—pick whatever the hell you want," he wheezed, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow with a greasy finger. His yellowed teeth gleamed in the dim light as he jerked a thumb toward the cage, his voice dripping with mocking amusement. "Next round's yours, kid. Don't embarrass yourself."
I didn't bother with a reply.
Instead, I gave him a single, cold nod, my gaze already sweeping over the sea of faces in the crowd. The air was thick with the stench of sweat, alcohol, and bloodlust, the roar of the mob a living, breathing thing, hungry for violence.
Natalya should have been here—somewhere in the shade of the chaos, watching, waiting. But the shadows and the madness swallowed her whole.
No sign.
No trace.
Just the deafening howl of the crowd, their voices a primitive chorus of bloodthirsty excitement.
I wasn't worried.
Killing my opponent was as effortless as blinking my eyes. A single thought, a flicker of intent, and it would be done.
But tonight wasn't about efficiency.
It was about brutality.
About showing them exactly what I was.
And fuck, was I getting excited.
A slow, predatory smirk curled my lips as I stepped toward the cage, the crowd's eyes locking onto me, their energy electric, anticipatory. The fat man's laughter faded into the background, replaced by the pounding of my own heart, the thrum of adrenaline coursing through my veins.
I rolled my shoulders, cracking my neck, my body coiled like a spring, ready to unleash hell.
Let's fucking play.
The announcer's voice boomed through the arena, echoing like a death knell over the blood-soaked sand. The crowd was a living, breathing beast, their roars vibrating through the air, their eyes hungry for more carnage. I stood in the center of the cage, my body coiled like a predator, my gaze sweeping over the sea of faces—drunk, sweaty, desperate for violence.
And then—there she was.
Natalya.
Seated in the front, isolated from the rest of the crowd by a ten-foot gap, flanked by hulking bodyguards with guns glinting under the harsh lights. Her dark hair gleamed like polished obsidian, her sharp features unreadable, her eyes—cold, calculating—locked onto me. The way she sat, regal, untouchable, like a queen surveying her domain, sent a jolt of something primitive through me.
Lust. Challenge. The thrill of the hunt.
The announcer's voice crackled again, snapping me back to the moment: "Ladies and gentlemen! In the red corner, we have a newcomer—Death! And in the blue corner, another newcomer—King!"
The crowd erupted, their cheers mixing with jeers as King—a mountain of a man, his muscles ripped and veiny, his chest a map of scars—stepped into the cage. He grinned, spitting a wad of phlegm onto the sand before laughing, a deep, mocking sound that echoed off the metal walls.
"Kid," he scoffed, shaking his head as he eyed me up and down. "Go back and drink your mama's milk."
The crowd roared with laughter, their voices a deafening wave of amusement.
I didn't flinch.
I didn't smile.
I just stood there, calm, unmoved, my voice low, almost bored as I replied, "Sure. I'll definitely go find your mama after this." A pause. A beat. Then, "I'm sorry you won't have the opportunity to see that scene... since you'll be dead in about ten seconds." I tilted my head, my eyes locking onto his. "Any last words?"
The crowd exploded—some in laughter, others in shock. Even Natalya's lips twitched, just barely, a flicker of something dark and amused crossing her features.
King's face twisted in rage. "You little—"
The announcer shouted: "FIGHT—START!"
King charged, his boots kicking up sand as he grabbed a massive hammer from the weapon rack, raising it high over his head, his intent clear—smash my skull into pulp.
I didn't move.
I didn't flinch.
I waited.
As he swung the hammer down, I stepped aside in a blur, my hand snapping out to grab his wrist. Bone cracked under my grip, the sound sharp, final. The hammer clattered to the ground, useless.
Before he could even scream, my other hand closed around his throat. I lifted him effortlessly, his feet dangling above the sand, his eyes bulging in terror, his face turning purple.
And then—
CRACK.
I twisted.
His neck snapped like a dry branch, the sound echoing through the arena. His body went limp, his head lolling at an unnatural angle.
I dropped him.
His corpse hit the sand with a wet thud, blood pooling beneath his broken neck.
The arena fell silent.
A single drop of blood rolled down my fingers.
Then—
"DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!"
The chant started slow, a low rumble, then grew into a deafening roar, the crowd stomping their feet, their voices a primitive howl of excitement and fear.
The announcer stammered, his voice shaking: "We—we have a winner! And ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in history, we've witnessed a fighter end his opponent in under ten seconds!"
My eyes flicked to Natalya.
She was leaning forward, her lips moving. I focused, using Telepathy
to catch her words:
"I want to know everything about him," she ordered her bodyguard, her voice low, dangerous, cutting through the noise like a blade. "Spare no detail. I don't want any American spies."
A smirk tugged at my lips.
Cautious. Smart. Not just a pretty face.
This wasn't going to be easy.
And that's what made it so fucking thrilling.
The announcer's voice boomed through the arena, echoing off the bloodstained metal walls, cutting through the deafening roar of the crowd. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of sweat and blood hanging heavy in the stale underground heat.
"Next round..." the announcer growled, his voice crackling over the speakers, "now we have The Butcher—winner of the previous round—and Death!"
A wave of cheers and jeers erupted from the crowd, their voices mixing into a primitive howl. The announcer paused, letting the noise build, before continuing, his tone dark and promising. "The winner will get to the last round!"
The crowd exploded, their voices a deafening wall of sound.
The Butcher stepped into the cage, grinning, twin machetes glinting in his hands. He was covered in blood—some his, most his victims'—his chest heaving, his eyes wild with the thrill of the kill.
"What's wrong, kid?" he taunted, laughing as he twirled the machetes. "You scared? You should be."
I walked to the weapon rack—not because I needed one, but because I wanted to play.
I picked up a sword.
The crowd murmured, some laughing, others whispering in awe.
"He's taking a sword—"
"He's gonna die—"
I twirled it once, testing its weight, the blade gleaming under the harsh lights.
The announcer yelled: "FIGHT—START!"
The Butcher charged, machetes slashing through the air, aiming to carve me open.
I moved.
Faster than he could see.
I ducked the first swing, sidestepped the second, then closed the distance in a blur. My sword flashed, a silver arc in the dim light, slicing through the air with deadly precision.
The first machete clattered to the ground, severed at the hilt.
The second followed before he could react.
Then—
My sword slashed horizontally, biting into his neck.
Blood fountained, hot and thick, spraying across the sand as his head toppled from his shoulders, rolling like a gruesome ball before coming to a stop at my feet.
His body collapsed, blood pumping from the stump of his neck, his fingers twitching as the last of his life drained away.
The crowd screamed.
"DEMON!"
"DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!"
I didn't look at the body.
The announcer's voice boomed through the arena, echoing off the blood-smeared walls, "We have our winner, ladies and gentlemen—Death!"
But my attention wasn't on him.
It was on her.
Natalya.
Her eyes were locked on me—wide, intense, something new flickering in their depths. Interest. Curiosity. A spark of something dangerous.
Before the cheers could fade, I saw her move. She stepped toward the announcer, her voice low but commanding, her presence demanding attention.
The announcer nodded, then raised his hands, silencing the crowd.
The announcer raised his hands, silencing the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen!" he shouted, his voice cracking with excitement. "The last round is gonna be special! Five against one!"
A wave of gasps and cheers erupted from the crowd, their energy electric, anticipatory. "Madam Natalya here..." the announcer continued, "Is going to let her own personal bodyguards fight our challenger, Death!"
The crowd exploded, their voices shaking the walls of the arena. "And if Death can survive ten minutes without dying..." the announcer paused, letting the tension build, "he will earn the opportunity to work for Madam Natalya!"
A collective gasp rippled through the arena, followed by deafening cheers. "What could be a greater gift than that?!"
Natalya stepped forward, her smile slow, calculating, her lips curving in a way that sent a jolt of something primitive through me. She gestured, and her bodyguards—five hulking men, each one a mountain of muscle and scars—stepped into the ring.
She moved closer, her voice low, just for me. "I'm optimistic about you."
I met her gaze, unflinching. "I have a request," I said, my voice calm, measured. "I hope Madam won't blame me... if anyone gets killed."
Natalya chuckled, the sound dark, amused. "I like it," she purred, her eyes gleaming. "Don't worry. I won't blame you."
A pause. "It just means... my people aren't good enough." She stepped back, her voice cold, final. "Only the strong survive in this world."
I nodded, watching as she retreated to the edges of the arena, leaving her bodyguards to choose their weapons.
One grabbed a serrated knife, another a curved machete, a third a double-edged sword, and the last two chose to fight with nothing but their bare hands, their knuckles cracking as they flexed their fingers.
The announcer's voice cracked through the arena, "FIGHT—START!", and like a pack of starving wolves, all five of Natalya's bodyguards charged at me, their boots kicking up bloodied sand, their voices roaring with rage.
The first swung a machete, the blade whistling through the air where my head had been seconds before. The second lunged with a knife, aiming for my gut, but I twisted aside, letting the blade slice through nothing but air. The third threw a wild haymaker, his fist whiffing past my face as I leaned back, barely moving.
I didn't counter.
I didn't strike.
I just dodged.
Again.
And again.
And again.
The crowd began to murmur, their excitement fading into frustration. The bodyguards grew more desperate, their attacks sloppier, their breath ragged. "Why do you only hide like a coward?" one snarled, spitting into the sand. "That's all you can do?"
I chuckled, still unmoved, my eyes locked onto them, waiting.
The announcer's voice cut through the tension, "Last one minute left! If Death survives this... he will be the winner!"
Now, I decided, it was time.
The first man, unarmed, lunged at me with a wild haymaker. I sidestepped, letting his fist sail past me before driving my elbow into his spine. He howled, stumbling forward, but recovered quickly, spinning to throw another punch.
I caught his wrist, twisted, and slammed my palm into his nose. Cartilage crunched, blood exploding from his face as he screamed. Before he could react, I grabbed his head and twisted sharply.
A loud CRACK echoed through the arena as his neck snapped, his body crumpling to the ground, lifeless.
The second unarmed man charged, his fists flying. I ducked the first punch, weaved under the second, then drove my knee into his gut.
He doubled over, gagging, and I grabbed his hair, yanking his head back before slamming my forehead into his face. His nose shattered, blood spraying as he staggered back.
I followed, grabbing his throat and squeezing. His eyes bulged, his face turning purple as I lifted him off the ground. With a final twist, his neck broke, his body slumping to the sand.
The crowd gasped, some covering their mouths in horror, others cheering in sick excitement.
The man with the knife lunged, slashing at my chest. I sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and twisted until the knife clattered to the ground.
Before he could react, I drove my fingers into his eyes. He screamed, blood pouring down his face, and I grabbed the knife, plunging it into his stomach. He gurgled, blood bubbling from his lips as I twisted the blade, dragging it upward before burying it in his chest. With a final shove, I sent him crumpling to the ground, blood pooling beneath him.
The machete-wielder swung at me, the blade whistling through the air. I ducked, feeling the wind of the swing brush my hair, then closed the distance, driving my fist into his gut. He grunted, stumbling back, but recovered quickly, slashing again.
I caught his wrist, twisted, and slammed the machete into his own throat. Blood fountained, spraying across the sand as he gurgled, his body collapsing.
The last man, the one with the sword, hesitated, his eyes wide with fear. I didn't. I ripped the sword from his grip, tossed him into the air, and hurled the blade after him.
With Telekinesis, I guided it straight into his temple as he landed. The sword pierced his skull, blood exploding from the wound as his body twitched, then went still.
Silence.
The crowd froze, their cheers dying in their throats. Some gulped, eyes wide with fear, others stared in horrified awe. The announcer stood there, mouth open, forgetting to declare the winner, his face pale with shock.
I turned to Natalya, her expression unreadable, her eyes locked onto me. The air was thick with the scent of blood and death, the sand stained crimson, the bodies of her bodyguards scattered around me.