14: A Night To Remember(R-18)
Anos reclined against the silken sheets of the lavish bed, his ruby eyes gleaming with amusement as he gazed at the three exquisite creatures draped over him. Each of them was a vision of temptation, uniquely beautiful in ways that set them apart.
Nyxara Vailwing, the winged seductress, had a body sculpted for both grace and deadly precision. Her sleek obsidian wings shimmered under the dim candlelight, their edges lined with a faint purple glow. Her midnight-blue hair cascaded down her back, framing a face of sharp elegance, her cat-like silver irises filled with mischief.
Syrentha Bloodflare, the fire-wielding enchantress, was raw passion incarnate. Crimson locks tumbled wildly over her bare shoulders, matching the smoldering glow of her scarlet eyes. Her supple curves were laced with a dangerous allure, her dusky skin flushed as she nipped at her lower lip in anticipation.
Zyphera Drakonis, the golden-scaled dragoness, exuded regality even in her current vulnerable state. Her golden locks framed a face of fierce beauty, and her molten-gold eyes held a stubborn pride that hadn't yet yielded to the inevitable. Faint iridescent scales traced the sides of her thighs and arms, shimmering with each subtle movement.
Their eyes, filled with insatiable hunger, devoured the sight of the Demon Emperor, as if they were the ones about to conquer him.
Nyxara wasted no time, her soft lips parting as she resumed her task, her warm tongue tracing over Anos's pulsing rod before she took him fully into her mouth.
The tight, wet heat around him sent a shudder through his spine, yet he remained composed. His hand slid to the back of her head, gripping her silky tresses as he pushed her deeper, his cock stretching her throat.
"Nnnghf🖤,"
A muffled moan vibrated around his length as Nyxara fought to take him completely, her fingers clawing against his thighs. But she wasn't alone in her ministrations.
Syrentha's fiery gaze darkened as she seized his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue coaxing his into a dance of dominance. Anos let her believe she had control for a moment, savoring the taste of her—the subtle spice of her fiery mana intertwined with her natural sweetness.
Meanwhile, Zyphera, ever the meticulous one, took her time exploring his torso. Her hot breath ghosted over his chest before her tongue flicked against the hardened planes of his muscles, her sharp nails tracing patterns along his sides.
Anos exhaled a low groan, his body responding to their attentions, but the smirks on their faces told him they thought they were the ones in control. How amusing.
That would change.
Still gripping Nyxara's head, he decided to reward her enthusiasm, increasing her sensitivity ever so slightly. A jolt ran through her body as her silver eyes widened in shock, her thighs trembling from the sudden wave of pleasure. Her moan sent another shiver down his shaft, making her throat tighten around him.
At the same time, he turned his attention to Zyphera, his fingers teasing the slick lips between her legs before slipping inside her warmth. The dragoness gasped, her golden eyes flashing as she arched her back, her nails digging into his skin.
"Ahhh!!🖤🖤"
Syrentha wasn't spared either. As her tongue tangled with his, he subtly enhanced her sensitivity as well. The moment he did, her breath hitched, her body pressing closer to him as a strangled moan escaped her lips.
Their pleasure became his melody.
Nyxara choked around his length, her body shaking violently as she reached her peak far too soon, a cry muffled against his cock.
Zyphera let out a strangled moan, her legs trembling as she clenched around his fingers. Syrentha's lips parted in a silent scream as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure wracking her body.
Their juices spilled onto the silken sheets, their bodies shuddering in the aftermath of their simultaneous releases.
Anos smirked. That was only the beginning.
With effortless strength, he shifted them, adjusting their positions until they were kneeling before him in a perfect, tantalizing display.
Nyxara first, her trembling thighs spread, her wings twitching as she gasped for breath.
Syrentha next, her flushed body still quivering from her climax, her fiery hair spilling over her back.
Zyphera last, her golden scales glistening with sweat, her pride momentarily shattered as she submitted to the inevitable.
They were his. And now, they would understand what it truly meant to belong to him.
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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, for that particular reason, I'll update a 1000 word chapter tomorrow.
By the way: Should I continue to add emojis when the women moan, or should I cease from doing that?