CHAPTER 386: SEXORGASM 2

The room reeked of sex, heavy and musky, the air warm and sticky against sweat-slick skin. Sophie slowly lifted herself off Noah’s cock, now glossy and twitching from her ride. A silvery trail of his arousal clung to her inner thigh as she eased down beside him, flushed and glowing, lips curling into a satisfied smile.

She nestled into his side, nuzzling his neck. "Mmm," she murmured, breath hot against his skin. "You’re not tapped out, are you?"

Noah’s only response was a deep groan and the subtle twitch of his still-hard cock, slick and gleaming with her essence.

Sophie smirked. "Didn’t think so."

Kira and Zara were already slinking closer like lionesses on the prowl, eyes burning with hunger. Noah lay there, catching his breath, only for Kira to swing a leg over him and drop her hips into a poised reverse cowgirl.

Her ass hovered above his cock—round, toned, and covered in a sheen of sweat that caught the dim light. Her back arched as she reached behind herself to guide him back in, and she hissed as his tip nudged at her entrance.

"Ohhh... there we go," she breathed as she sank down, inch by inch, until he filled her completely.

From this angle, Noah had a perfect view. Her ass spread wide as she moved, cheeks bouncing with each subtle roll of her hips. Her spine flexed, shoulder blades shifting under smooth skin. He placed both hands on her waist, feeling the tension and heat in her body as she slowly picked up rhythm.

"Fuuuck, Kira," he groaned, unable to look away from the erotic show happening on his lap.

"I know," she said through a breathy moan. "You feel so good like this... right there..."

Her movements became a hypnotic dance—rocking and bouncing in a perfect tempo. Each time she dropped down, her ass jiggled beautifully, clapping softly with each impact. The sound filled the room: papa~pa.

Zara bit her lip, her eyes locked on Kira’s performance as she settled beside Noah and ran her fingers through his hair. "She’s putting on quite a show for you."

"She’s not done," Sophie murmured from his other side, trailing her fingertips along his abs. "We haven’t really started yet."

Kira gasped when Noah thrust up unexpectedly, deeper and harder, throwing off her rhythm for a moment. "Ah! God—yes, just like that," she gasped, pressing a hand to her thigh as she started grinding down on him with renewed purpose.

Noah’s fingers dug into her hips, helping her move, his abs tensing with every bounce she gave him. He watched as her ass slapped down again, the jiggle rippling from her cheeks to her thighs.

Kira whimpered, eyes shut tight, but she didn’t break.

"I’m not stopping until you’re begging," Noah growled.

She laughed breathlessly. "Try me."

Just as she was about to snap back another witty remark, he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her forward into collapsed doggy—her breasts flattened against the bed, arms stretched above her head, her ass perfectly arched in the air.

"Oh, fuck," Kira gasped, voice muffled in the sheets. "Do it—don’t hold back."

Noah slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet slap. Papapa. Her ass bounced with every impact, waves of motion rippling through her thighs and up her back. Her moans were broken and raw now, her voice rasping with every thrust.

Each stroke was deliberate. Deep. Grounded in the hips. His thighs slapped against hers, sweat dripping from his temple as he pounded her with relentless rhythm.

Kira gasped, face buried in the mattress, nails clawing at the sheets. "Yes! Yes, just—just like that—"

Zara’s hand traced Noah’s back, following the ridge of his spine. "My turn."

He pulled out with a wet sound and rolled his shoulders, still rock-hard, glistening with Kira’s slickness.

Zara was already in position—on her stomach like Kira had been, her ass raised slightly, tits mashed into the mattress, back arched like a cat. "I’ve been waiting," she whispered, glancing back at him, eyes sultry. "Now fuck me like you mean it."

He didn’t need more encouragement.

He guided himself in slowly, savoring the way her walls sucked him in. Zara moaned softly as he filled her inch by inch. Then, without warning, he slammed into her, hard.

Papapa~pa.

She cried out, her body rocking forward with the force of each thrust. Her cheeks jiggled, slapping back into him as he gripped her hips and drove into her over and over again.

"Yesss," she hissed, cheek pressed to the sheets, her voice breathy and broken. "Don’t you dare stop."

Noah’s abs flexed, sweat dripping down his chest as he maintained the brutal pace. The sound of wet skin against skin filled the air, the heat and smell of sex wrapping around them like a blanket.

Zara began to tremble underneath him, her thighs quaking as he shifted his angle, thrusting up and slightly forward. Her breath caught in her throat, her fingers clenching the bedspread.

"I’m not gonna come," she said through clenched teeth. "Not yet. Just... fuck..."

Noah growled, yanked her hips higher, and bent over her back, his chest pressed to her spine. His breath was hot in her ear. "You’ll break before I do."

Sophie chuckled lowly, watching them with amused, lust-laced eyes. "Now that’s the Noah I wanted to see."

Zara whimpered something unintelligible, her body trembling but still refusing to give in. He left her like that—breathless, shaky, dripping—and turned toward the last girl waiting.

Lysa knelt at the edge of the bed, cheeks flushed, her breathing uneven but eager. "Is it my turn now?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Noah took her hand and pulled her gently onto the bed, guiding her to straddle him. She lined herself up and sank down slowly, her soft lips parting in a quiet moan.

"Oh, God..." she murmured as he filled her. "You feel so good..."

Her pace started slow—sensual, controlled, rocking her hips as she rode him. Noah let her set the rhythm, watching her body move with admiration. Her breasts bounced with each grind, nipples hard and flushed, her hair sticking to her damp forehead.

Lysa bit her lip, her hands resting on his chest. "You’re still so hard... how are you not—?"

"Not yet," Noah groaned, fingers sliding up to cup her swaying breasts. "You’ll have to earn it."

She clenched around him instinctively, hips moving faster now, grinding in circles as she chased her own rising need. Her moans grew louder with each thrust, her thighs shaking slightly with effort.

Noah’s hands found her waist, guiding her movements, helping her bounce harder. Her ass jiggled beautifully, slapping softly against his pelvis.

Papa~pa.

Sophie was beside them again, brushing hair from Lysa’s sweaty brow, whispering something into her ear that made her shiver.

Lysa’s hands curled against Noah’s chest, and her voice broke into a gasp. "I-I can’t... I’m close...!"

"Good," he growled, thrusting up into her now, driving himself deeper. "Come. All over me."

Her body tensed—head thrown back, thighs clenching, pussy pulsing around him. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, and Noah rode it out with her, holding her tightly as she shook in his arms.

But he still hadn’t come.

Sophie looked impressed. "You’re a machine," she whispered, climbing into his lap, straddling him without hesitation.

"You saved the best for last," she whispered against his lips as she slid down onto his cock, slow and deliberate, her warmth welcoming him in.

Her movements were smooth, practiced—sensual and teasing. She rolled her hips, grinding deep. Noah’s hands found her ass, squeezing it tightly as she bounced in his lap.

Her breasts swayed just inches from his mouth, and he captured a nipple between his lips, sucking softly. She moaned, arching into him.

They moved together perfectly—sweat-slick skin gliding, lips and teeth and tongues tangling. Her body molded against his like it had always belonged there.

Pa~pa~pa...

Noah could feel it building now, deep and heavy, pleasure curling low in his belly. Sophie rode him harder, hips slapping down faster.

"I want it all," she breathed. "Come for me, baby. Fill me up."

Her words pushed him over the edge.

He groaned—deep, raw—as he finally let go, thrusting up hard as he came. Sophie cried out as she felt him pulse inside her, her own orgasm triggered by the feeling of him finally surrendering.

They collapsed together, trembling, panting, spent.

Kira, Zara, and Lysa curled up around them, bodies tangled, limbs interwoven. Noah lay there in the center of it all, drenched in sweat and satisfaction, the scent of sex thick on their skin.

Sophie curled against his chest, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"Mmm..." she murmured. "That was even better than I imagined."

Noah, eyes half-lidded and utterly drained, gave a lazy grin. "And we’re just getting started..."

_____

To kick start their investigation, Lucas knew there was only one person besides his parents who knew all about this murky history. The problem was finding her.

"Your sister trains every day at this time?" Lyra asked, following Lucas down a corridor that seemed to vibrate with distant impacts.

"Like clockwork. Lucy’s obsessed with staying sharp." He paused at a junction, listening to the sound of what could only be described as controlled explosions. "This way."

They rounded the corner and stepped out into an open courtyard where Lucas’s sister was in the middle of destroying three palace guards. Not killing them—just thoroughly embarrassing them in front of anyone who happened to be watching.

Lightning crackled from the guards’ hands as they tried to coordinate their attacks, bolts of electric energy arcing through the air. But Lucy moved like she was cheating at physics. One moment she was standing in front of the first guard’s lightning blast, the next she was behind him—so fast the electricity hit empty air—her fist already connecting with his ribs. The guy went flying across the courtyard and slammed into the stone wall hard enough to crack it.

"Jesus," Lyra breathed, watching Lucy pivot to face the remaining two opponents as they unleashed another barrage of lightning. She seemed to blur between the bolts, each movement leaving a small crater where her feet pushed off the stone.

The second guard tried to catch her with a wide lightning sweep while she was apparently distracted.

Big mistake.

Lucy shot forward faster than the attack could track, grabbed him by the collar, and threw him over her shoulder like he weighed nothing. He landed in a heap next to his friend.

The third guard, clearly the smartest of the bunch, held up his hands in surrender, his lightning fading.

"That’s the most impressive lightning-enhanced speed I’ve ever seen," Lyra whispered, her analytical brain clearly fascinated.

Lucas gave her a look like she’d just announced she was pregnant with an alien baby. "Yo, what the hell?"

Lucy spun around, small sparks still dancing around her legs from the residual energy of her movements. The surrendering guard took the opportunity to beat a hasty retreat.

"Little brother," she said, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. "Come to watch me embarrass the guards again?"

"Actually, we need your help," Lucas said, stepping into the courtyard. "Lyra and I are trying to figure out the real story behind this whole eighth ancestor situation."

Lucy’s expression went from playful to guarded in about half a second. "That’s political territory, Lucas. You know I don’t involve myself in family council business without proper justification."

"People are going to die if we don’t stop this," Lyra said, stepping forward. "The seven families are scattered, everyone’s terrified, and they’re making decisions based on stories that might not even be accurate. If there’s a way to prevent this war—"

"Then Mother and Father should be handling it," Lucy cut her off smoothly. "Not my little brother playing detective with his EDF companion."

Lucas moved closer, and Lyra could see the family resemblance in the stubborn set of their jaws. "Since when do you care more about protocol than doing what’s right?"

Lucy stared at him for a long moment, her blue eyes calculating. Finally, she sighed and rolled her shoulders, the last sparks fading from around her legs.

"Very well. I’ll assist you," she said, then held up one finger. "But I require something in return."

"What?"

Lucy’s smile was sharp and confident. "After I help you with your investigation, you owe me a favor. No questions, no negotiations, no complaints later. And when I collect, you’ll do it with a smile."

Lucas hesitated. Owing Lucy a favor was like signing a blank check to someone who collected dangerous hobbies.

"Lucy—"

"Those are my terms," Lucy said, crossing her arms. "Accept them or go dig through dusty archives on your own."

"Fine," Lucas said, sounding like he was agreeing to his own execution.

"Excellent." Lucy’s grin brightened. "Here’s your first piece of advice—if you want real answers about the eighth, you’re on the wrong planet. All the actual records, the unedited histories, the family council archives that aren’t sanitized for public consumption? They’re all on Raiju Beta."

"The political hub," Lyra said, understanding immediately.

"Precisely. Beta is where the families conduct their real business, away from all the ceremonial aspects here on Prime." Lucy’s expression grew more serious. "But be warned—Beta makes this place look like a peaceful retreat. Everyone there has multiple agendas, and information is more valuable than most currencies."

Lucas nodded grimly. "We’ll manage."

"I’m certain you will," Lucy said, already turning back toward the courtyard where a fresh group of guards was approaching, lightning beginning to crackle around their hands. "Just remember, little brother—you owe me one. And I always collect."