CHAPTER 594: THE IMPERIAL GREGOR FAMILY [R18]

Vinea’s smirk didn’t falter as Asmodeus pulled her against him, her breasts pressing against his chest. "I hope you haven’t tired yourself out, darling," her hand sliding down his stomach to wrap around the heavy length between his legs. "Because I’ve been waiting for you all night."

Alice stepped up on his other side, not rushing or jostling for his attention. Her gaze was steady, the faintest smile playing at her lips. "You’ve certainly been generous with the others tonight," she said in that calm, cultured tone. "I would appreciate the same courtesy."

He chuckled, one arm sliding around each woman’s waist. "Then I’ll give you both what you deserve."

He guided them toward the table, Vinea eager and swaying her hips, Alice walking with unhurried grace. He positioned them side by side, Vinea leaning forward with her hands braced on the black stone, Alice mirroring her but keeping her posture composed, back straight, shoulders relaxed, her eyes meeting his even as she parted her legs.

"Spread," he commanded.

Vinea obeyed instantly, wet folds glistening with brown pubes as she lifted her hips as far as possible... swaying them.

Meanwhile, Alice moved more slowly, deliberately, as if offering a gift. Her pale slit, trimmed and neat, caught the candlelight, the faint scent of her arousal mixing with the heavy musk in the room.

"You’re soaking wet, Alice."

He stepped between them, one hand gripping Veina’s hip, the other sliding over Alice’s smooth curve of an ass. Without breaking eye contact with Alice, he pushed his cock into Veina first, the wet heat swallowing him with ease.

"Haaaah..."

Vinea moaned openly, rocking her hips back into him. Alice, however, merely drew a sharp breath through her nose, eyes lowering at the sight of the enormous cock penetrating her niece... spreading her entrance apart like a fist.

After a few punishing strokes into Vinea, he withdrew and shifted the thick head of his cock, nudging at Alice’s entrance. She exhaled slowly, her body yielding as he pressed inside.

The contrast was stark: where Vinea clung and writhed, Alice welcomed him with steady, tight warmth, her voice low and breathy rather than loud. Thanks to the honey from Vinea, his cock slipped deeper into the tight pussy of Alice.

"Mm.... you’re much thicker than last time," she murmured, the words dripping with addiction and arousal.

"You’re just too tight, Alice... Ngh!"

He fucked her deeper, one slow thrust after another, savouring the way her walls gripped him. Vinea leaned in close to her aunt, nipping at her ear. "You sound so composed... but Aunt Alice... your cunt is soaking wet, listen to how loud it is."

Squelch! Alice’s only reply was a small, knowing smile broken when his hand slipped between her thighs, thumb crushing her clit. That drew a sharper gasp, her composure cracking just enough to make Vinea grin.

Soon he was moving between them, fucking one with hard, wet slaps before sliding into the other, keeping both on edge until they were trembling. Vinea broke first, her moans rising as she came hard, shuddering against the table.

Alice followed moments later, her climax marked by a deep shiver and the slow curling of her toes, a quiet moan spilling from her lips. Contrasted by the large amount of juices she squirted during her blissful moment.

He dragged his cock from her tight slit, a wet pop sounded as his cock glistened with their mixed honey, and he stepped back to take in the sight. Two women from the same bloodline, Asmodea’s sister and Aunt... flushed and breathless, bent over his war table.

Slowly sliding his hand along his shaft, the bulging meat was still rock hard.

His gaze swept the room, locking on the next shape in the dim light.

"Who’s next?" he said, voice low and dangerous.

"Hmm?"

Asmodeus slowed his steps.

Something was out of place near the wall. A wardrobe door hung open, one of its lower drawers broken on the floor. And sticking out of the gap between the door and frame... a pair of pale, plump cheeks.

Spread just enough to show everything.

He moved closer, the scent of a woman’s heat mixing with the faint musk in the room.

No words.

He crouched down, one hand gripping a cheek and pulling it wider. A sticky sound filled his ears as she squirmed, but his palm held her in place. "Who’s ass is this... so sexy." The buttocks jiggled as his fingers slipped down the smooth crevice and circled the slippery opening, coating his fingertips in her honey.

"You’re not well hidden..."

Asmodeus rubbed gently, curling his fingers along the pink folds, with a squishy wet sound.

Still nothing.

He pushed a finger inside.

The warmth of her walls clung to his digit as it twisted with a slippery pop, the sour scent flooding his face as the woman gasped. Her reaction brought a smile to his face, as he added a second finger, sliding deeper and curling them until her hips jerked.

She’s soaking wet... such a lewd woman.

A glistening dribble of honey dripped onto the wood below as she pushed back against his fingers with a growing series of groans.

Her hips rocked back with every curl of his fingers, her breath coming faster, muffled by whatever she was pressing her face into inside the wardrobe.

"Ah... f-fuck..." she let slip under her breath.

He smirked, hooking his fingers to grind against her inner walls.

"Oh? I think I know that voice."

She became stiff, her breathing erratic as Asmodeus gripped her ass to stop her from pulling away. He dragged his fingers free with a slippery squelch, then spit on the tip of his cock, rubbing her juices across his crown and lining it up against her soaked entrance.

He rammed inside the warm, slippery hole, and her whole body trembled as she squealed into the clothes inside. The tight heat swallowed him inch by inch, squeezing so greedily that he had to grab her hips and force the rest inside with one hard thrust.

A loud, shameless moan filled the space.

"Velvet."

When he called her name, the heat of her pussy almost melted his cock, as her insides fluttered and clamped down tight like a vice, and she groaned, half in frustration, half in pleasure.

"Tch, took you long enough."

He slammed into her, the wet clap of hips on ass echoing through the chamber.

"Why did you hide?"

"I wanted to try something new."

Velvet pressed her lips together until they became pale white, trying to seal her moans as she pressed both hands against the back of the wardrobe to steady herself.

"You just wanted to be fucked like a bitch."

"Mmmm..... maybe."

Her voice cracked as she started to moan like a beast. Asmodeus grit his teeth, pounding her ass harder and harder. Her insides squeezed him like Velvet as the sound of their bodies colliding echoed.

He dug his fingers into her ass, dragging her body with each thrust, causing the wood to creak and bang against the wall with the force. Her ass rippled and clapped with each impact, the pale cheeks now a light pink, covered in sweat that dripped down her crack.

"You’re dripping down my balls already," he growled. "How long were you waiting like this?"

"Since you started with the others..." she gasped. "Couldn’t... wait anymore."

"You dirty, impatient slut."

"Who is I just wanted your cock!"

Her pussy clenched harder around his shaft, a sharp flutter followed by a sudden convulsion. He changed the angle, knowing she might cum soon, one hand on her ass to spread her wider, driving himself deeper with curved movements into her wet heat.

An obscene sound filled the room, wet, sticky and relentless.

Asmodeus grunted, his lungs filled with the mixed aroma of Velvet and her family’s arousal, the flavour of the Grigorian woman delightful.

Velvet’s voice broke, her head flung back as she came. Her body convulsed and jerked while trapped in the wardrobe... her pussy throbbing and sucking on his cock. "Asmodeus.... Asmodeus..... Asmodeus!!" She called his name, as her nectar coated his length... yet he didn’t stop or slow down.

"That’s it... suck me dry," he growled, fucking her through the climax until Velvet was gasping for air, her legs trembling.

He pulled back, dragging his cock half free with a slippery pop and lifted her out of the wardrobe, pushing her onto the cold stone floor. Velvet placed both hands down and lifted her hips, without any time to adjust, he plunged into her pulsing hole, with a single deep thrust that reached her cervix.

"Aaaaghh!?"

Her cheek pressed against the cold stone, crushed with drool oozing from the corner of her mouth. The slaps of flesh got louder, his pace brutal, his balls smacking against her with every thrust.

"Ahhh—! Gods— you’re— too much—!" she cried out, voice raw.

"You can take it... look your ass is already bouncing on my cock!"

"Nngh.... Shut it!"

Her second orgasm was sudden and violent, her walls squeezed him in tight, rhythmic pulses that sent him over the edge.

He slammed in deep and stayed there, the pulse of his cock grew stronger, as his swollen balls exploded... Hot jets of sticky cum spurt into her womb in rapid waves.

Her cheeks became red from the hot rush of his cum filling her in thick spurts.

Velvet whimpered as she felt it pour inside her, so much that it leaked out around his cock before he even pulled back.

Asmodeus let her slump to the floor.

A mix of his seed and her honey dribbled down her swollen lips and pooled on the stone beneath her.

Asmodeus panted while watching her with warm eyes. His half-erect cock glistening with their mixed fluids. He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked around the room at the others. All of them flushed, spent, and half asleep.

The night was almost over.

"Get some rest," he told her, giving her ass one last squeeze before turning away.

Tonight was their last chance to do this...