Unleashed desires 3 (R18)

Lysandra looked down at him with a wild, sparkling smile. She picked up her pace again, making it faster, harder, and wetter. Erynn's tongue kept lashing her clit, her hands clasped Liam's thighs, and the room was a damned melody of slaps, curses, and groans.

His cock ached, buried deep, and he knew he was fucked—literally and metaphorically—but he didn't mind. This was raw, horrible heaven, and he was engrossed in it.

Liam's world was on fire; every nerve in his body screamed as Lysandra rode him like a beast. Her cunt clamped down, slick and brutal, her hips colliding with his with a wet, meaty thwack that swallowed his torn grunts. Sweat dripped from her, dripping his chest and mixing with the blood flowing from her nail gouges. Her silver hair plastered over her face, tits smacking together, eyes furious as if she'd sent him to hell.

"Shit Lysandra….can't.." Liam's voice was lost in the clamor of flesh and screams. His cock was still pumping so hard, so deep in her, that he could feel every twitch and vise-like grip. His balls throbbed, Erynn's hard grip still haunting him, and his hips bucked up, pursuing the razor's edge he was balancing on.

Selene lay next him, chest heaving from her climax, red eyes shining with delight. "He's gonna pop," she rasped, her tail brushing slowly across his thigh, touching his sack just to toy with him. She licked her lips, enjoying his taste, and smirked. "Ruin him, Lys."

Lysandra laughed, increasing her pace—faster, harder, a brutal grind that blurred his sight. "Oh, I will," she snarled, lunging down to bite his lip, splitting it open.

Erynn rushed back in, shoving into Lysandra's side. "My turn," she growled, nails scraping Lysandra's hips, trying to rip her off. Lysandra pushed her back, but Erynn was not having it—she grabbed Liam's cock as it slid free, dripping with Lysandra's juices, and jacked it hard.

"Fuck Erynn" Liam's hips spasmed, letting out a hoarse groani. His dick pulsed in her palm, precum streaming out like a busted pipe, and she smirked, before slinging her leg over him. Without hesitation, she smashed down, her cunt a different brand of agony than Lysandra's painful squeeze. "Oh….shit…"

Erynn started bouncing, fast and messy. Her ass clapped his thighs, tits jiggling, and she threw her head back, wailing like a whore in heat.

Lysandra didn't stop—she crossed over his chest and pushed her dripping pussy into his face. "Lick it clean," she said, pulling his hair until his scalp ached. Her folds were soaked, bloated, and reeking of her and him, so he went in, tongue spearing deep and sucking like a desperate dog. She pounded on him, thighs trembling, her slurs harsh and whorish.

Selene's tail slithered lower, coiling around his balls and squeezing—just enough to make him lurch. "Don't back out now," she purred, her hand diving between her legs, rubbing herself as she watched.

Liam's brain was toast, shredded by the triple onslaught—Erynn's tight, slamming heat on his dick, Lysandra's cunt choking his face, Selene's nasty taunting. His hands clawed Lysandra's ass, prying her wider as he devoured her, tongue a frantic mess. Erynn's rhythm was unbreakable, her pussy sucking him in with every thrust, and the pressure snapped—white-hot, inevitable.

"I'm gonna cum…" he choked against Lysandra, thrusting his hips into Erynn. His balls squeezed, Selene's tail yanked one more time, and he blew, erupting inside Erynn with a roar and thick, hot jets that made her shout, her cunt spasming as she rode it out.

"Yes….pump me full!" Erynn howled, nails shredding his thighs, her body quaking as she ground down, wringing him dry. Her climax hit like a storm, a wet, pulsing clutch that dragged him deeper. Then she slid off, slow and deliberate, sprawling beside him. She spread her legs wide, thighs trembling, and pushed—grunting as a thick, creamy stream of his cum oozed out, dripping down her swollen lips onto the sheets.

Selene pounced first, her tail whipping as she shoved her face between Erynn's thighs. "Mine," she growled, tongue lashing out, slurping up the mess with greedy, wet smacks. Lysandra wasn't far behind—she elbowed Selene aside, her silver hair brushing Erynn's skin as she dove in, sucking and licking, her moan a low, filthy rumble. They fought over it, tongues clashing, lips smeared with cum and spit, a nasty, slurping frenzy.

A sudden glow pulsed through them—Selene's skin flared red, Lysandra's silver, Erynn's gold. Their bodies shuddered, muscles tightening, eyes flashing as the sexual energy surged, powering them up. Above their heads, screens flickered into view: Selene - Level 3 (+1), Lysandra - Level 4 (+1), Erynn - Level 2 (+1), the numbers pulsing with smug triumph.

Liam's chest heaved, his cock twitching as he watched, a sweaty, trembling heap.

Selene giggled softly, her fingers still playing with herself as she licked her lips clean. "Look at you three—fucked to bits," she teased, swiping her tail across Erynn's ass.

Liam was a wreck, his face plastered with Lysandra's juices, his dick still leaking. "Holy shit," he gasped, barely there. The room reeked—sweat, cum, raw fucking stink—and he couldn't move, didn't care to.

Erynn flopped beside him, smirking and smearing their filth on his thigh. "Not bad hero," she whispered, sucking her fingers with an unpleasant moan. Lysandra lay on his other side, her silver hair in a knot, grasping his jaw to compel his attention. "You're not done 'til we say," she hissed, her voice breaking from exhaustion.

Selene crawled over, her tail brushing his softening cock, teasing it awake despite the burn. She smashed a sloppy kiss on his lips, tasting Lysandra and Erynn, then pulled back with a smirk.

Liam groaned, body a warzone of bliss and ache. "You're gonna kill me," he muttered, but a grin split his face—raw, reckless, alive. His hands gripped their hips, weak but stubborn, head dropping back as the ceiling spun.

A screen flared above him, cutting the haze: "Mission: sleep with 3 followers. Complete. Reward: unique class evolution unlocked." It pulsed, Liam chuckled very weakly. "Worth it," he rasped, lost in their tangled breaths.

Erynn chuckled, raking his chest with her nails. "You're a fucking mess, Hero," she remarked softly. Lysandra hummed, fingertips caressing his jaw, as Selene gazed, her tail shackling his ankle. The room fell into a heavy, satisfied silence, saturated with their stench and pandemonium. Liam's eyes fell close, his body dissolving into the mattress, raped raw and exhausted. But one idea burned remained in his mind: he had never felt so alive.