16: A Lustful Fight (R-18)

Zyphera's golden eyes shimmered with anticipation as Anos gently laid her down beneath him, her golden-scaled arms wrapping around his shoulders.

Unlike Nyxara, who had been eager to ride him with abandon, Zyphera's body was taut with anticipation, her breath coming in slow, measured gasps as she felt his length press against her entrance.

Her insides clenched instinctively, the heat of her untouched core pulsating with an undeniable need.

"Relax," Anos murmured, his lips brushing against her jaw as he aligned himself with her. "It will feel overwhelming at first, but soon…" His voice deepened, a promise laced within his words. "You'll crave nothing else."

Zyphera barely had time to prepare before he pushed forward.

Schlck.

A gasp ripped from her throat as his thick length stretched her open, her tight, vacuum-like insides clinging to him in an almost desperate attempt to keep him locked in place. It was unlike anything he had felt before—her walls pulled him in, squeezing around him with a heat so intense it sent an involuntary shudder down his spine.

"Ahnnn—Anos!🖤🖤" Zyphera's nails dug into his back as her legs wrapped around his waist, forcing him deeper. "It's too much🖤… I-I can feel everything🖤…!"

Anos groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he drove himself fully inside her, his tip kissing her womb with every movement. Her impossibly tight walls clenched around him like a vice, making each thrust feel like he was carving out space inside her that had never been touched before.

She was drowning in pleasure, and so was he.

Her breath hitched with every thrust, her golden locks sticking to her damp skin as Anos increased his pace.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The lewd sound of their bodies colliding filled the chamber, Zyphera's voice breaking into wanton, uncontrollable moans as her entire frame trembled beneath him.

"Ahhh🖤! Anos🖤! D-don't stop🖤! Don't—ahhhhnnn—stop🖤!"

Her moans grew louder, desperate, her body surrendering completely as her tail curled around his leg, locking him in place.

Anos gritted his teeth, his hands gliding over her trembling frame, marveling at how her golden skin shimmered under the dim light. She was utterly divine, a dragoness of unmatched beauty, and yet here she was—writhing beneath him, her body moving in sync with his, utterly lost in the pleasure only he could give her.

Then it happened.

A sharp tremor wracked through her body, her walls convulsing as her first true release overtook her, and in mere seconds, Anos followed.

"Zyphera…!"

With a final thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could, groaning as his own release surged through him, his essence spilling inside her in thick, overwhelming waves.

The first for Anos.

Even as he finished, her body refused to let go of him, clenching, milking, demanding more.

And just like that, he realized—none of them were satisfied yet.

This first round had been about passion, but now…

Now, it was time for something far more primal.

The bedchamber became a battlefield of pleasure, an endless cycle of dominance and surrender as Anos and the three demonesses explored every limit, every weakness, every secret pleasure they didn't even know existed.

Nyxara, Zyphera, and Syrentha took turns lapping at his body, their tongues tracing every defined muscle, worshiping him in ways that sent shivers of pleasure through his core.

Anos returned the favor, his mouth and hands learning every inch of their flawless forms, teasing, suckling, and devouring each of their softest, most sensitive spots.

His Divine Hands worked tirelessly, tracing over supple flesh, tweaking hardened peaks, and increasing their sensitivity tenfold, ensuring that each thrust, each touch, each movement was met with an orgasm that shattered their composure.

Their bodies became his playground, and he made certain that no part of them remained unexplored.

Hours passed.

They changed positions endlessly—Nyxara riding him once more, bouncing wildly on his length as Zyphera pressed her lips against his neck, her moans muffled against his skin.

Syrentha trembled as Anos pinned her down, her legs locked around his waist as she sobbed his name, her voice breaking from the overwhelming pleasure.

Each time they thought they couldn't take anymore, he proved them wrong.

Anos never faltered, never slowed, his stamina eternal, his dominance unshaken.

They were his, and by the time dawn painted the sky in golden hues, their bodies lay limp and exhausted, utterly conquered by him.

Victory.

Anos sat up, his ruby eyes surveying the scene before him.

Nyxara lay to his left, her obsidian wings trembling, her lips parted as she slept, her body still twitching from the echoes of pleasure.

Zyphera was sprawled across his chest, her golden-scaled arms clinging to him, her breathing slow and deep, her mind lost in the aftershocks of their endless night.

Syrentha lay on his other side, her legs tangled with his, her tail wrapped around his wrist as though even in her unconscious state, she refused to let go of him.

And this was just one of his bodies.

Elsewhere, in three other chambers, his Lust Clones had done the same.

The entire council of twenty-one demonesses had fallen before him, their bodies left trembling, their minds forever marked by him.

Anos smirked.

The lustful battle had been won.

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