C102 R18 Four Birds With Four Shots

"You g*ddamn f*cker!"

She snarled like a true she-wolf, her hands tight on my collar as if she were about to tear me apart.

I stared into her eyes, unflinching, my voice calm as I answered her unspoken question.

"As for your other question,"

I said, my voice low,

"You four aren't ugly. On the contrary, I find all of you extremely s*xy, especially with those lean muscles and scars."

Yin blinked, clearly not expecting that answer.

For a moment, she just stared at me, her grip on my collar loosening slightly.

Then, without warning, she leaned forward and kissed me, her lips crashing against mine with a force that left no room for hesitation.

The kiss was fierce, passionate, and filled with all the pent-up frustration and desire that had been building between us for weeks.

Her hands tangled in my hair as she deepened the kiss, her body pressed against mine as if she were trying to meld into me.

For a second, the bar seemed to disappear, the world narrowing down to just the two of us.

I could feel her heartbeat racing against my chest, her breath mingling with mine as the kiss grew more intense.

The others watched in stunned silence, too shocked to say anything.

When Yin finally pulled away, her lips swollen and her breathing ragged, she looked me straight in the eyes, her voice trembling with emotion.

"We are going to milk you dry tonight ain't that right girls?"

Her words hung in the air, a challenge and a promise all at once.

The fire in her eyes matched the heat in my blood.

"Ah f*ck It! I've been itching for some d*ck for a while now!"

Yang said as she started slipping out of her space uniform.

"You two In or out?"

Yang asked as she looked at Morgana and Catherine who shared a bevildered glance only to do the same as they retied their buns.

"F*ck It"

"Lets milk him dry this time!"

The bar was a blur of motion and heat as the four women stripped off their space uniforms, their bodies glistening under the dim light.

The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of sweat and arousal mingling with the remnants of spilled alcohol.

I could feel the tension in the room, the electricity crackling between us, ready to ignite.

Yin was the first to move, her eyes locked onto mine as she straddled me, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against mine in a teasing kiss before she pulled back, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Ready for f*cking marathon season two?"

She purred, her voice low and sultry.

I smirked, my hands sliding up her thighs, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingers.

"Always."

I answered as I removed my space uniform and underwear In record time.

With a wicked grin, Yin positioned herself above me, her wetness greeting my hardness as she slowly lowered herself onto me.

The sensation was electric, her walls tightening around me as she took me deeper.

Her breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips as she began to move, rising and falling with a rhythm that was both deliberate and wild.

"F*ck, you feel amazing,"

I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as I guided her movements.

Yin's eyes fluttered closed, her head thrown back as she rode me like a rabbit In heat, her body responding eagerly to the pleasure.

The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, a primal rhythm that seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat.

Her moans grew louder, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the cold metal walls.

"Yes, yes, harder!"

She cried out, her voice breaking with each word.

I obliged, my thrusts becoming more forceful, more brutal.

Her body shuddered with each impact, her moans turning into desperate gasps as she approached her climax.

The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies, the scent of sweat and arousal, and the raw, unfiltered energy of our connection.

As Yin's body convulsed beneath me, her moans turning into incoherent cries of pleasure, I felt the tension building within me.

The need to release was overwhelming, and with one final, powerful thrust, I spilled inside her, my body shuddering with the force of my climax.

Yin collapsed against me, panting heavily, her body still quaking from the aftershocks of our explosive connection.

I held her close, savoring the warmth of her body against mine, both of us lost in the moment, wrapped in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy.

The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing, the lingering scent of sweat and arousal hanging in the air.

As we lay there, I couldn't help but glance over at Catherine and Morgana, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and desire as they watched us, their own bodies reflecting the heat of the moment.

"Who's next and for the love of the g*ds I hope It's a safe day for you four like las time?"

I asked, my voice low and teasing, already anticipating the next round of passion that would unfold in this intimate setting.

The night was far from over, and I could feel the electricity crackling in the air, ready to ignite once more.

Morgana's body was a vision of strength and grace, her lean muscles defined and her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat

She stepped forward, her eyes dark with desire as she reached for panties, pulling them down and tossing them aside.

The room seemed to hold its breath as she moved, her confidence radiating off her like a beacon.

"I'm next,"

She said, her voice a low, dangerous whisper.

I watched as she pressed her body against the cool surface of the table while sticking out her perky and firm ass to me, the sight of her, her back arched and her ass high in the air, was enough to send a jolt of desire through me.

The anticipation was palpable, the air thick with the promise of what was to come.

With a predatory grin, I stood up, my body still humming with the remnants of our earlier encounters.

I moved behind her, my hands gripping her hips as I positioned myself at her entrance. The heat of her body greeted me, a testament to her arousal, and I wasted no time in thrusting into her.

"F*ck, you're tighter than even last time,"

I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as I pounded into her from behind. 

Morgana's body shuddered with each thrust, her moans filling the room as she pressed her front against the table, her hands gripping the edge for support.

The sound of our bodies meeting echoed through the bar, a primal rhythm that seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat.

"Yes, ah, f*ck I missed this!"

She cried out, her voice thick with lust, her nails digging into the table as she tried to match my rhythm. 

I obliged, thrusting into her with a roughness that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through both of us.

The fixed to the floor table shook beneath her, the clinking of glasses and the shifting of bottles only amplifying the wild energy of the moment.

"You like that, don't you?"

I growled, my voice low and rough as I pounded into her, her body trembling beneath me while giving a few good slaps that caused her to tighten up with each slap.

Morgana's moans grew louder, a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the cold metal walls. Her body responded eagerly to the pleasure, her muscles clenching and releasing around me with each thrust.

The heat of her body against mine was intoxicating, and I could feel the tension building within me, the need to release growing stronger with each passing second.

"Don't stop! I'm so close!"