15: Crimson Wetness (R-18)

With Syrentha in the middle, she was the first to be claimed. Her body trembled in anticipation as Anos positioned himself at her wet entrance, the slick heat of her arousal coating his tip. He teased her, gliding along her sensitive folds, savoring the way she gasped and twitched beneath him.

"Nnngh🖤… Ahhh🖤…!"

A teasing moan spilled from her lips, her crimson eyes hazy with yearning.

His smirk deepened as he activated Abyssal Dual Cultivation, ensuring that the pleasure they were about to experience would transcend mortal comprehension. Then, in one decisive thrust, he pushed into her—only to be met with an unexpected resistance.

Syrentha's body tensed, a sharp cry escaping her throat as his length stretched her impossibly tight insides.

"Ahhh🖤… Ahhhhhh🖤…!"

A shudder wracked through her as a sudden wetness coated his shaft—crimson droplets trickling from between her trembling thighs.

Anos stilled. His ruby gaze darkened with surprise.

"You were a virgin?" he asked, though the answer was already evident.

He barely needed to check, but with a mere flicker of thought, his Lust Clones confirmed what he hadn't anticipated—all of the council members were untouched, left pure for him alone to claim.

His smirk returned, more satisfied than before. He had intended to take them roughly, to brand them with the full force of his dominance, but he wouldn't risk damaging what belonged to him. Not yet.

For now, he would let them acclimate.

Drawing a steady breath, he began to move, slow and measured, allowing Syrentha to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being stretched so deeply. Her tight heat clenched around him in response, a lewd, shuddering moan breaking past her lips.

"Ahhh🖤… Anos🖤… I-I can't🖤… Ahhh🖤…!"

His hands roamed, fingers seeking out the other two writhing beauties beside them. With a smooth, practiced touch, he slid his digits against Nyxara's and Zyphera's dripping lips, teasing their swollen, eager entrances.

Both women gasped at the sudden invasion, their thighs instinctively parting for more.

"Mmhhnnn🖤…! A-Anos🖤… Ahhh🖤…!" Nyxara whimpered, her obsidian wings twitching violently against the bed.

"Ahhhhnn!🖤 Y-You're so cruel🖤… Ahhh🖤…!" Zyphera's golden-scaled tail lashed against the sheets as she clenched around his fingers, struggling to endure the waves of pleasure that coursed through her.

His movements quickened. His thrusts into Syrentha deepened as her body grew accustomed to his size, the snug fit of her walls no longer resisting, but instead welcoming him—pulling him in, clinging to him as if afraid to let go.

Syrentha's moans became broken, frantic cries of pleasure, her fingers clutching at his arms, her body wracked with tremors.

He felt it—her release rushing toward her, the convulsing of her inner walls drawing him deeper into her heat.

Nyxara and Zyphera reached their peaks first, their bodies quivering as they collapsed onto the bed, their slick arousal wetting the sheets beneath them. Their moans harmonized, filling the chamber with the raw melody of surrender.

Syrentha was next. Her entire body arched, her nails dragging down the bed sheets as her climax overtook her. The way her insides clenched around him, the sheer euphoria of Abyssal Dual Cultivation amplifying their shared pleasure, sent Anos over the edge.

With one last dominant thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, claiming her womb as his own.

Syrentha's scream of ecstasy was muffled by her exhaustion, her body falling limp, completely spent.

But Anos was far from finished.

His Love skill ensured that fatigue would never touch him, his hunger never sated, his desire burning just as fiercely as before.

He lifted his gaze, locking onto the next trembling beauty.

Nyxara.

Anos's strong hands gripped Nyxara's slender waist, effortlessly lifting her from the bed as if she weighed nothing.

A gasp escaped her lips, her eyes widening in anticipation as he guided her over him. With calculated ease, he settled her onto his lap, her toned thighs straddling his hips while his hands roamed up her smooth, bare back.

He positioned her just right, his firm grip ensuring she felt every inch of him as he prepared to claim her in the most intimate way possible.

Nyxara trembled atop Anos, her obsidian wings fluttering as she positioned herself over his rigid length, her thighs straddling his hips. The heat of her soaked lips lingered against his tip, teasing them both as she hesitated—partially out of anticipation, partially out of the lingering remnants of her innocence.

Unlike Syrentha, whose body had needed time to adjust, Nyxara's insides seemed to mold around Anos instinctively, as though she had been made to take him.

She was still impossibly tight, but her wetness, combined with the aphrodisiac-laced essence from his Love skill, had her body surrendering to him in a way that was almost sinful.

"Ahhh🖤… Anos🖤… I…" Her voice was already breathless, her violet eyes hazy with unfiltered desire.

Anos's hands trailed up her thighs, fingers tracing the smooth, flawless skin as he smirked. "What's wrong, Nyxara? You look like you're about to collapse before we've even started."

A shiver ran through her body. Her pride as a warrior demanded she prove him wrong, so with a sharp breath, she sank down, taking him in a single, desperate motion.

Schlck!

A loud, obscene sound filled the chamber as her soaked walls stretched around him, swallowing his entire length.

"Ahnnnnn!🖤 A-Ahhn🖤…!"

Nyxara threw her head back, her wings trembling violently as a long, uncontrolled moan tore from her throat. The sheer fullness, the raw sensation of being stretched so completely, sent shivers up her spine.

Anos groaned, his ruby eyes narrowing as her walls clenched around him with suffocating tightness. Unlike before, she barely needed time to adjust. Her body wanted this, welcomed it, and her insides pulsed as if urging him to move—to take her completely.

"You're already this wet," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup her heaving breasts. "Did you fantasize about this, Nyxara? Is this what you wanted?"

"Nnnghh🖤… Ahhh🖤… y-yess🖤…!" Her voice was broken with moans, her pride nowhere to be found.

Anos smirked. "Then ride me properly."

Nyxara obeyed.

Placing her hands on his chest for support, she lifted her hips and sank down again, this time fully aware of how deep he reached inside her.

Schlck! Schlck! Schlck!

The lewd, wet sounds of their bodies colliding echoed through the chamber. Each movement sent a fresh wave of pleasure surging through her, forcing out moans that she could no longer suppress.

"Aahhh!🖤 Ahhhnnn!🖤 Anos!🖤 Anossss!🖤"

Her pace quickened, her body moving with reckless abandon as she lost herself in the overwhelming pleasure. Each time she descended, his length pressed against the most sensitive spots inside her, sending her spiraling deeper into ecstasy.

Anos gritted his teeth, the heat of her tight walls threatening to drag him under. But he wasn't done yet.

His hands moved to her breasts, cupping the perfect, supple mounds that bounced with each thrust. His fingers kneaded them, rolling her sensitive peaks between his fingers, reveling in the way she whimpered and arched into his touch.

"Nhhhhh!🖤 A-Ahnn!🖤 It feels🖤… so good🖤…!" Nyxara sobbed, her moans turning desperate, her body on the verge of collapse from the sheer intensity of it all.

But Anos wasn't about to let her stop.

Leaning forward, he captured one of her hardened peaks between his lips—only it wasn't hers.

It was Zyphera's.

The golden-scaled dragoness gasped at the sudden sensation, her body jerking at the way his tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing and suckling with deliberate, agonizing slowness.

"Ahnnn!🖤 A-Anos…!" Zyphera moaned, her fingers tangling into his hair.

His teeth grazed over the sensitive bud before biting down just enough to send a sharp spark of pleasure through her.

Zyphera's head fell back, a strangled cry escaping her lips.

Her breasts were impossibly soft, their full, round shape fitting perfectly against his mouth. He lavished her with attention, his lips and tongue working in tandem as he drank in her shuddering moans.

Meanwhile, Nyxara's pace had turned erratic, her body betraying her as she slammed herself down onto him over and over, her insides convulsing as if trying to milk him dry.

She was close—so close she could barely form words.

"Ahhhh!🖤 Anos!🖤 I-I can't🖤… I c-can't🖤… Ahhhhhhnnn!🖤"

Anos knew she was at her limit. With a devilish smirk, he gripped her hips, forcing her down to take him even deeper.

That was all it took.

Nyxara's body snapped taut, her violet eyes rolling back as she came hard, her entire frame convulsing from the overwhelming release.

"A-AHHHNNNNNNNNN!🖤🖤"

Her wings spasmed, her body shaking as her walls squeezed him, milking his length with desperate, uncontrollable spasms.

At the same time, Zyphera shuddered in his grasp, the mixture of his lips on her breast and the intensity of the moment tipping her over the edge as well.

Their combined moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure and surrender.

Nyxara collapsed against him, her body weak from the force of her climax.

But Anos?

He wasn't finished.

With his Love skill, no exhaustion dulled his hunger.

His ruby eyes lifted, locking onto the next trembling beauty.

Zyphera.

She was next.

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