CHAPTER 36: [R18]DEVIL’S THREE-WAY(2)

Nash’s breath came in ragged gasps, eyes wide as he looked down at the mess of their tangled bodies, Sarra’s pussy still twitching around the last remnants of his cum, her abdomen slightly swollen, fluids leaking in thick trails from between her thighs.

His cock was still half-hard, throbbing against her soft skin.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away. Her breasts, heavy and flushed, rose and fell in shallow breaths. Her lips were parted, face glowing with spent pleasure.

"Fuck..." he muttered, voice hoarse. "She’s... unreal."

His hand slid down her side, fingers trembling as they traced the curve of her waist, then her ass, slick, round, glistening with sweat and wine.

He spread her cheeks again, wide, exposing the flushed pink of her stretched pussy and the tight ring of her ass.

Just the sight sent a jolt down his spine. He couldn’t help it. His hips twitched forward, cock rising again, aching for more.

But before he could sink back in, Lina’s hand pressed against his chest.

"Down, boy," she teased, lips brushing his ear.

Then reached forward with a sultry grin, gently pulling Sarra’s limp body back by the hips.

"She’s not built like us yet. Let her recover. You’ll break her in half."

Her grin was wicked, but her tone was soft. She leaned in, kissing him slow and deep as she reached down to stroke him gently.

"Now me, big boy. Let me ride what’s left of your sanity."

Nash trembled, unable to hold back any longer. He grabbed Lina and pushed her down onto her back, surprising her with the sudden force.

"Woah—" she gasped, her grin spreading wider as her legs were lifted high, Nash positioning himself between them.

"I’m done being gentle," he growled, voice ragged. "Sarra was a virgin... but you? You’re experienced. You can take everything."

She moaned, breathless.

"Mmm, fuck yes. Show me what that cock can really do. You’re not the shrimp I thought you were."

Nash lined up, the swollen tip of his cock nudging at her slick heat. Lina couldn’t help it, she rocked up, basically begging him in a way that had zero shame.

Then he drove in. No teasing, no slow build-up. Just pure, raw need.

Hard.

Their bodies slammed together with a loud slap, her breath catching in a pleasured gasp.

He grabbed her legs and pushed them higher, folding her in half into a tight mating press.

Every thrust was deep, relentless, pinning her wide open as he bottomed out, again and again.

"You feel that?" he snarled, sweat dripping from his jaw. "This is what you wanted."

"Yes! Fuck! That’s it!" Lina screamed, head thrown back, breasts bouncing with every thrust.

Their bodies moved in perfect, savage rhythm, his cock pounding deep, her walls clenching with raw, desperate pleasure.

Lina screamed louder, her voice ragged with each brutal thrust.

"Fuck! Fuck! You’re gonna break me!" she gasped, eyes wild with pleasure.

Nash showed no mercy. His hips slammed into her with thunderous force, the sound of their bodies colliding like sharp, obscene claps echoing in the room: SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.

"You love this, don’t you?" he growled, breath hot against her throat.

"Fucking love it! Fill me up, you beast!"

With a roar, Nash drove deep and exploded again.

A geyser of hot cum shot into Lina’s spasming cunt, flooding her completely. Her scream rose into a strangled moan as her belly bulged slightly from the force, her legs kicking weakly as the pressure built.

"Oh fuck... it’s still going..." she moaned, laughing breathlessly. "What the fuck, Nash... did you save up for a month?!"

But then she froze.

Nash was still hard. Still twitching inside her.

"No way—" she started, but he began thrusting again.

Slow and deep..

She gasped as her walls, now soaked and stretched, clenched tight from the sudden return of sensation.

"Wait, hold on, you can’t—!"

His cum pressed deeper with each stroke, sloshing inside her. Her words dissolved into ragged moans as her body reacted, heat spiking.

"Fuck, it’s like.... Hey what’s this... your cum’s—it’s... ohh god..."

The aphrodisiac effect surged. Her mind fogged. Her hips rocked again.

And Nash grinned darkly.

"You’re not going anywhere. I’m not done yet."

Lina didn’t have time to catch her breath. Nash flipped her over, dragging her into a full Nelson, arms locked behind her head, legs spread wide.

He pounded into her like a machine, wild and merciless, each thrust echoing with a brutal SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ahhh! F-Fuck! Nash! You’re splitting me in half!" she cried, her voice sharp with ecstasy.

He didn’t stop.

Her body trembled as he came again, a hot surge that made her scream louder. His cum poured into her, again, thick and heavy. Her stomach twitched. Her walls spasmed.

She gasped, eyes rolling.

"A-again?! What is—?! Oh my god..."

But he was already shifting her. Missionary now. Her legs over his shoulders. He dove in deep.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

More screams. More moans. Another orgasm crashing over her.

Every time he came, it was like a flood, coating her insides, her belly visibly swelling.

He flipped her again. Cowgirl. Then doggy. Then flat on her belly as he mounted from behind, pounding with such force it sounded like two bodies being slammed together by a furious god: CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Her voice broke from how much she screamed, her mind fogged with the aphrodisiac heat of his semen.

"You’re going to drown me...! Haaaah!" she gasped, legs trembling.

But Nash was relentless.

Until...

From across the room, a soft sound. A gasp. Movement.

Sarra.

She sat up, flushed, sweat-glazed, one hand buried between her thighs. She blinked, dazed from the heat in the air, hips rocking gently on instinct.

Then she heard it, wet, brutal, rhythmic.

She turned.

Nash had Lina pinned on her stomach, one hand gripping her hair, the other her waist. He slammed into her from behind with reckless force, like a beast unchained.

Lina’s eyes were wild, mouth open in a constant scream of pleasure, hair a mess, body soaked in sweat and cum.

Sarra’s hand trembled. Her breath caught. And her fingers moved faster.

Then she slowly rose, her legs unsteady beneath her as she pushed herself up. She staggered upright, knees wobbly, like a newborn deer or some drunk girl at 2 a.m.

Something pulled her closer, something hot and greedy, that ache that just wouldn’t quit, the power of the aphrodisiac cum.

It sat low in her belly, kept pulsing, wouldn’t let her forget.

Her thighs rubbed together unconsciously, the warm mess still inside her only making the ache stronger.

Her hips swayed with every step, her ass jiggling slightly, unconsciously inviting. Nash didn’t notice at first, he was too busy rearranging Lina’s guts with all he had, buried to the hilt in her spasming body, but then he felt it.

Arms wrapping around his torso from behind, soft, warm, and familiar. Then the distinct press of two massive, sweat-slick breasts against his back.

He froze for a heartbeat. Then Sarra’s lips brushed the shell of his ear.

"Don’t forget about me," she whispered, breath hot and uneven.

He turned just enough to see her flushed face, and her kiss met his lips, soft, deep, wanting.

Her fingers tangled around his chest, her hips shifting slightly to press her cum-slicked mound against the curve of his thigh, shivering at the contact. She was still needy. Still burning.

And she wasn’t about to be left behind.

She reached down and gently wrapped her hand around Nash’s cock from behind.

Her touch was firm, yet gentle. Slowly, she pulled him out of Lina.

The sudden withdrawal made Lina convulse, her body arching as cum spilled from her in a messy, uncontrolled jet.

Lina’s eyes rolled back so far only the whites showed, her tongue drooping from her mouth as drool slid down her chin. Her cheeks flushed red, lips twitching in a crooked smile as she giggled between breathy moans and sharp, hiccuped gasps.

Her body jerked with every tremor, as if short-circuiting from the overload, her expression locked in a delirious, shameless mess of pleasure.

Sarra tugged Nash a few steps to the side and dropped to the ground in front of him.

Her body stretched out in a low, seductive crawl before she raised her hips high and arched her back like a cat, arms steady, legs spreading wide. Her spine bowed, every movement soaked in heat.

Nash stared. Her ass was massive, heavy, round, and bouncing gently with every shallow breath.

A glossy sheen of sweat clung to her skin, catching the dim light like oil. Nestled between her cheeks was her anus, tight, flushed, slightly twitching.

He could see every subtle movement, the way it puckered and released in slow rhythm, glistening and obscene.

Below, her pussy glimmered with a sticky mess, stretched open, wet with a cocktail of leftover release and fresh arousal. It dripped steadily onto the floor, painting her thighs.

And just beyond that hypnotic sight, her face turned, flushed deep crimson, mouth parted in panting silence, her wide, need-glazed eyes locking onto his like bait cast toward a beast.

His mind blanked.

Any sign of sanity in him disappeared, and the beast woke.

He gripped her ass hard, fingers sinking into soft flesh, and slammed back inside her in one sharp motion.

Sarra screamed, her voice cracking with pleasure.

Nash didn’t stop. He pounded her wildly, her moans turning to breathless laughter, her body rocking forward with each thrust, and her lips curling into a dazed, satisfied smile.