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Bright Star City, Bright Star Island, Flowing Stars Archipelago, Earth
Omniscient P.O.V.
As soon as those words left his lips, his right hand went to Bryn's left cheek, caressing her smooth skin before trailing down her chin, her neck, until his fingers reached her silk bra, prompting him to ask with a teasing grin.
"Should I rip it off?"
The golden-skinned beauty, with the heat in her body seemingly overflowing, was suddenly brought back to the present situation.
Shaking her head vehemently, she retorted.
"Don't! It's my favorite!"
The black piece of underwear, its material brimming with magical energy, covered every centimeter of her perfect breasts, though the material, being skin tight, served more as a way to hold her bust in place rather than to truly hide anything.
Feeling amused at her reaction, he lowered his head until his lips were beside her ears and replied, his warm breath tickling her while his fingers traced around her full left breast in a slow but extremely arousing manner.
"My favorite is what's beneath it, Love."
Instantly, a bolt of pleasure went through her entire body, while her lips subconsciously let out a low, sensual moan, creating an itch in the young man's heart.
Interestingly, his nose even caught a sweet smell coming from between her legs, though nothing showed through the black pair of shorts she was wearing.
"That's..."
She could barely speak, the sudden and completely unknown sensation traversing her body being way stronger than she had previously anticipated.
Even Demian was surprised by the extent of her sensitivity.
Of course, he was aware that she might be more 'responsive' than Sera and Liya due to her lack of experience and thus 'resistance', something he had noticed these last few weeks through the few kisses they shared.
However, it was nothing like now.
'Could it be the Bond's doing?'
He wondered for a brief moment before shoving that thought to the side.
Ultimately, it was a good thing for her since an increase in sensitivity basically meant more pleasure.
Why would she be against that?
With a hungry expression on his face, he added.
"I'll do it the old-fashioned way, then..."
His agile fingers then moved to her back, where he found the clasp holding the piece of clothing together, something that would normally be absent from a sports bra, but who was he to say what was normal and not normal?
Grasping the simple bamboo mechanism, he then, in a smooth movement betraying his extensive experience, unlocked it, and with a slight pulling motion, the entire piece of clothing appeared on the floor, unveiling what was previously hidden beneath.
They were...
Magnificent!
Two smooth and shapely golden mountains of flesh that clearly defied the law of physics—or at least his previous understanding of it—standing upright despite their imposing size when they should have sagged because of their weight.
In the middle of those two treasure mountains stood two dark-golden 'lotus buds', whose size, similar to each 'petal' surrounding each of them, was somewhat larger than the average woman, though it may be due to her own extraordinary physical stature.
The view, and particularly their light, but mesmerizing, up and down movement from his sudden bra removal brought his mind to a stop for a few brief moments, prompting him to subconsciously mumble.
"Wow..."
Not his most brilliant moment, but who could blame him when such delightful scenery appeared in front of his eyes?
Actually, not only did no one blame him, but Bryn even smiled happily when she noticed his dazed reaction.
She even moved her hands to hold her own breasts, lifting them slightly toward him and asking, half-apprehensive, half-anticipatory.
"Do you like them?"
Her question brought him back to reality.
Noting the emotions in her gaze, he replied warmly, while his two hands, or more specifically his fingers, moved toward her nipples, giving them a light stroke each.
"Like them? I love them. I don't even have a word to describe how much I love them and how beautiful you are."
Hearing his lavish compliments, the young woman, after letting out another moan of pleasure from his teasing, replied, her tone a mix of sensual shyness and relief.
"I'm glad then. Can you... Can you make me feel good?"
When his own woman demanded to be satisfied, how could he not do his best to fulfill her wish?
Thus, in a brief instant, too swift for anyone but Bryn to catch, her pair of shorts was off her large buttocks, leaving only her wet, almost see-through black lace panties.
Normally, that kind of sexy underwear deserves some extended foreplay from him, especially since it was Bryn wearing them.
However, tonight, three women were waiting to be satisfied at the same time, so he needed to become a master at time management.
Well, at the same time may not be accurate since they agreed to each have their turn, but still, he did not want to let them wait for too long.
Thus, 'slow' needed to be thrown out the window to make room for 'efficiency'.
Of course, he still wanted to enjoy the process, or it would just become a 'job', something he refused to let happen, especially since the four would have an endless length of time to spend together.
Turning sex into an endless grind was not exactly what Demian had in mind when thinking about married life as a cultivator...
'Why does it feel even more challenging than facing those Demon Beasts earlier?'
He wondered playfully, though externally, he wasted no time, quickly removing her drenched panties and taking only a breath of time to smell the scent of her wet pussy, noting how her dark-golden folds seemed to be quivering with anticipation.
"What are you..."
Before Bryn could finish questioning his embarrassing action, she felt her mind go blank when a wet and soft 'thing' caressed her labia from the bottom to the top.
The sensation overloaded her nervous system, making her body spasm repeatedly while a waterfall of sweet liquid surged in Demian's eager mouth, the flood so powerful that drops kept running down his chin before joining the growing wet marks on the mattress below.
'What just happened...?'
Bryn wondered after an unknown time, her mind still blurry from the intense pleasure she had just experienced.
"Did I..."
She mumbled absentmindedly before she heard her sister's voice behind her on the mattress.
"Congratulations, Sis. That was your first orgasm. And from just a bit of foreplay at that. I don't know if I should say you're lucky or unlucky."
Turning her eyes in that direction, she found both her sister and her mother without a shred of clothing lying on the mattress behind her.
However, unlike Seraphine and herself, who sat/lay by each other's side on one side of the gigantic mattress, their mother was actually on the receiving end of Demian's godly tongue skills.
The older redhead, though, with her recent bloodline awakening, calling her older felt somewhat wrong, as her current looks could easily allow her to pass as Bryn and Sera's sister, was obviously losing her mind to the intense pleasure he was bringing her.
In the throes of pleasure, she was grabbing Demian's silky black hair, her fleshy thighs wrapped around his head, while relatively loud, wet tongue sounds were resounding in the room.
Coupled with Adeliya's sensual moans and the sweet scent of arousal the three women emitted, Bryn felt an uncontrollable itch in her private, the previously parched land swiftly regaining its moisture.
Looking at the two having fun, Bryn felt a slight pang of jealousy.
'Damn it! Why couldn't I hold on longer like Mom?'
She blamed herself inwardly for being so easily sent over the edge, hoping that she would do better with more practice.
If it were something else, she might not have cared so much, but she did not want to disappoint him.
After all, she could easily guess that since she lasted so little time during foreplay, she would most likely last even less if they did the 'real thing'.
With his stamina, was it even possible for her to make him climax in a few moments?
She was not arrogant enough to think so...
Even if you put aside Demian's pleasure, she also wanted more of that experience for herself, not only the climax itself but also the building process.
Unfortunately, she now had to wait her turn.
While her mind was busy wondering how long her mother could hold before climaxing, she suddenly felt a smooth hand touching her left thigh before her sister's soft voice reached her ears.
"It's addicting, huh?"
Turning her gaze toward her, Bryn took a brief moment to understand what she meant before nodding and replying with a wry smile on her face.
"I didn't think it would be so..."
Tilting her head with a mischievous grin on her face, Sera said.
"Exciting? Pleasurable? Mind-numbingly good?"
Giggling at her words, Bryn replied.
"All of the above."
Nodding her head, Sera explained.
"I did warn you and Mom before, but I guess it's hard to really understand without experiencing it first-hand."
Pausing for a second, she added.
"Of course, it's not all because of his skills. At least, I think his Perks boost our physical sensation as well. Otherwise, there is no way I'd fall so easily from just his tongue."
Seeing her shake her head with amusement, Bryn echoed her words, though her tone lacked conviction.
"Right. Same here."
As her sister's words reached her ears, Sera moved her gaze from the very stimulating scene before her to Bryn's face before commenting, a mischievous grin plastered on her face.
"Sis, let's be honest. Yes, the Bond makes our stamina worse than it normally is. But look at Mom. She's still holding on while you fell with one lick. That means your stamina was terrible to begin with."
Hearing the amusement in her voice, Bryn, who was still slightly distracted by the vision of her own mother repeatedly moaning like a beast in heat from her nephew eating her out, replied irritably.
"Alright, you don't have to make fun of me. It's not my fault if I can't take too much..."
Shaking her head, Sera explained while grinning.
"I'm not mocking you. It's just a fact. To be fair, even I almost passed out the first time we did it, so you don't have to beat yourself up on this. As for Mom, well... Let's chalk it up to her being special."
With a complicated expression on her face, Bryn turned to gaze into her sister's gray eyes while asking.
"I... What do you think I should do then?"
As the other woman was about to respond, a sudden, louder noise instantly caught their attention.
Moving their eyes toward the loud cry's origin, the two sister immediately noticed their mother's gasping figure, her massive, soft pair of breasts shivering from the intense muscle clenching her entire body was experiencing, a surge of pleasure flooding her nervous system.
As for Demian, the culprit behind her reaction, he was enthusiastically swallowing the liquid gushing from her privates as if it were the most delectable nectar.
Now, neither Seraphine nor Brynhild was generally attracted to women, especially when it was someone as closely related to them as their own mother.
However, the view of the redhead's shivering body, the blush on her fair skin, the trembling of her shapely assets, her aroused expression, and the lustful sound she let out from her climax...
All of that made the two doubt their sexuality for a few moments.
It was unknown if it was the redhead herself, her newly awakened bloodline, or the sisters' own perverted minds, but the two felt a mounting arousal at the view, and denying would have been hypocritical.
After all, both sisters could see the growing dampness appearing on the other's slit, which was strangely comforting.
After all, when feeling awkward, it was better to be accompanied by someone else.
It made the pill less bitter to swallow.
Well, for Bryn, it did not do much to alleviate her embarrassment.
However, Sera was different.
Maybe it was due to both her race's affinity for more 'abnormal' experiences and the knowledge that no matter how they tried to avoid it, after spending a potentially infinite amount of time with her sister and her mother as Demian's wives, the chance of nothing 'weird' happening between the three was pretty much zero.
It was especially the case since they all shared a Soul Bond through Demian.
Thus, since it was inevitable, the elven woman simply decided to enjoy it.
As the saying goes, 'if you can't fight it, might as well enjoy it'.
'Well, there's no need to feel ashamed about it. Mom is super hot, and that's reality. Plus, it's more about seeing her get off from Demian's tongue skills that excites me rather than her alone. Speaking of which...'
As the thought came to her mind, she saw the man in question moving his face away from Liya's drenched cave before licking his lips with a satisfied look, giving the latter a light kiss on her inner thighs and commenting.
"You're truly as delicious as you look, Love."
Unfortunately for him, she stayed silent, not because she wanted to but because she was unconscious, her body still twitching from her climax's after-effects.
Of course, Demian was not expecting any response, and even hoped to receive none, as it would only mean one thing:
'A job well done!'
He exclaimed inwardly, metaphorically patting himself on the back for his impressive bedroom skills, a result that demanded from him hours and even days of intense, but thoroughly enjoyable training.
Well, seeing the alluring redhead's body completely limp, her fair skin slick with sweat, her lower lips soaked with love juice, and a contented smile on her sleeping face, he felt that all the 'efforts' invested were worth it.
'A man who can satisfy his woman in bed is already ahead.'
A small whimpering sound came from the side, attracting his attention.
There, the sight of two completely different beauties caught his eye.
One had purple hair and ebony skin, her captivating curves a perfect balance between softness and firmness, while the other had smooth golden skin and vivid crimson hair, her entire figure leaning toward muscles with just the right hint of softness.
Whether it was their bodies or their faces, none of them could have been found on a mortal woman.
They were too perfect, their aura too transcendent.
To be honest, a man having just one of them as a lover would thank the heavens for his ridiculous luck.
However, Demian had two of them!
When you added the fact that the two were sisters and that their mother, whose beauty easily matched theirs, was currently lying unconscious in front of him from his skillful ministrations, then Demian really wondered if he might have accumulated his luck for a thousand lifetimes before using it all up in this reincarnation.
Pushing that thought aside, he gazed into their eager eyes, his lips turning into a warm and loving smile before he remarked.
"Having the three of you as my wives is truly the best thing that has happened to me."
The words brought a grin to the other two's faces before Sera half-asked, half-demanded.
"This time, it's my turn, right?"
Despite the slight disappointment on Bryn's face, Demian still nodded before asking.
"Foreplay, or...?"
Hearing the question, Sera's grin turned wider and somewhat more... 'unhinged' as she replied.
"Let's go with the main event. I'm wet enough to take you in."
Chuckling slightly, Demian then repositioned Liya a bit further on the mattress to avoid bothering her in case the 'main event' turned a bit too...
'Intense'.
Done with that, he then went toward Sera, but before he could reach her, the latter crawled toward her sister and, in a move that surprised even Demian by its boldness, sat between her sister's legs, her smooth back leaning against the tall beauty's heavy chest, using the latter as firm cushions.
His lips twitching with suppressed amusement, the young man turned his gaze toward Bryn's face, noting how she completely stopped moving, clearly too shocked by the wildly unexpected course of events.
Feeling a bit playful, he asked Sera.
"Aren't you a bit too... 'Straightforward'?"
Shaking her head with mock seriousness, the elven woman replied while barely able to contain her amusement.
"If we do it this way, Sis can join in and get some mental and physical preparation. It's her first time, after all."
Hearing her nonsensical response, Bryn's cheeks instantly flushed before she rolled her eyes and mumbled.
"You and your nonsense..."
Despite her apparent objection, she did sense a rush of strange excitement appearing in her heart at the idea of holding her sister while the latter had sex with their husband.
The feeling was disturbing for her, who always prided herself on being someone with 'normal' tastes, while silently judging Seraphine every time the latter mentioned her so-called 'kinks'.
'Could it be that I am as perverted as her?'
That instantly gave a blow to her pride, though it also opened the door to something else, something...
Unexpected...
Indeed, understanding the depth of one's heart is only possible through facing challenges, though experiencing the situation she was in might be on the extreme end of the so-called 'challenges'.
Apparently, her heart was not as 'plain' as she had thought in the past.
Fortunately, neither Sera nor Dem judged her, or even commented on her 'mouth says one thing and her body says another' attitude.
Instead, she noticed the previous glint of arousal in the raven-haired's gaze growing even fiercer from her reaction.
With his eyes fixated on hers, he instructed, his words as dangerous as his expression.
"You might need to hold her tighter than that, Love. When I'm with your sister, I tend to be a tad... 'Intense'."
As the words left his lips, the younger sister's entire body flushed from arousal, though her skin tone made it harder for others to notice, the wetness growing by the second.
As for the oldest sister, her arms subconsciously wrapped around Sera's waist, tightening her hold as her own body was growing heated as well.
The only difference between the two sisters was that Bryn had a hint of shame mixed with the excited expression on her face, though the shame did nothing to stop her from following his instructions.
Seeing the way she acted, Demian felt that his previous speculations about the tall beauty were right.
She was truly the 'outwardly pure but inwardly wild' sort of woman, someone with repressed inner desires.
Once women like her trusted you enough to let go...
Let's just say that your stamina better be high, or you might end up completely drained from both energy and pride.
Shoving that thought to the side, Demian then continued to move toward the two embracing sisters before stopping right in the middle of Sera's spread out legs, his own muscular figure as naked as the three women he was planning on thoroughly enjoying that night.
With a downward glance toward her glistening cave, the young man asked, a grin filled with barely suppressed lust on his face.
"Ready?"
With a crazed look on her face, the elven woman retorted.
"I was born ready! Give it to me now, Babe!"
A chuckle escaped his lips before he moved his upper body further, positioning his throbbing sword against her yearning sheath.
Although Bryn's restless look brought an urge to tease her, her presence, or more specifically, the fact that she was almost going insane from waiting for her turn, made Demian decide otherwise.
'Let's go faster for the first round, and I'll take it slower afterwards. Otherwise, I'm worried she might throw Sera aside to jump on me.'
Demian decided inwardly before suddenly plunging his massive pillar all the way through Sera's damp cave until he violently bumped into her cervix.
As usual, and unlike many women who would find the brutal contact extremely painful, the elven woman found her entire nervous system filled by an intense wave of pleasure, as if her body thrived on pain, converting the latter into the same degree of pleasure.
Of course, the fact that her physique was way beyond a normal human woman and that any tear and bruising would heal in an instant may have played a role in how her 'brain' dealt with and even demanded such intensity.
Well, her bloodline might not have been entirely innocent either.
After all, it was well-known that dark elves in general tended to be more...
'Extreme' in their actions.
Thus, it was not a stretch to think that their sexual preferences matched that reputation.
However, Demian was not someone pedantic and thus did not mind having more 'intense' sex with Seraphine, considering it as adding a bit of spice in their relationship.
And intense it was, as after the first plunge, the young man did not stop but instead moved back until all but his glans was out of her cave before throwing his waist down again, his entire length being almost instantly embraced by her wet flesh.
From that moment, Demian started moving back and forth in a rhythmic manner.
Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, his speed was completely dependent on the young woman's reactions.
With each shake of her body, he adapted his speed and angle, varying the two when he felt her body getting used to them, as it would otherwise lessen the experience.
Satisfying a woman was complex but oh, so rewarding!
Seeing the woman he loved so much in the throes of passion, passion that was brought by himself, brought him a sense of both satisfaction and heightened lust.
There was a saying that said, 'the greatest pleasure is not in receiving but in giving, as bringing joy to others brings joy to oneself.'
Although Demian believed a balance needed to be found between the two, as only giving would lead to losing yourself, it was also a fact that caring for his women made him happy.
Very happy!
Especially when it came to sex, with his lust skyrocketing every time his eyes met their eyes, clouded by the pleasure he brought them.
It was...
Truly addicting!
And it was even worse—or better?—, as he was now able to experience this with not only Sera but also Bryn and Liya.
Speaking of which...
As the young man was busy pistoning away, Bryn, who was still holding onto Sera for dear life, had her mind grow blurrier as time passed.
With each movement from Demian, Sera's entire body shook, her smooth back unwittingly teasing Bryn's erect nipples and firm breasts, which unavoidably stoked the latter's lust, clearly evidenced by her drenched lower body and heightened body temperature.
It was not just the direct teasing, though, as each impact from Demian's strong waist against her sister's smaller frame reverberated through her own body, giving her the illusion that she was the one experiencing his almost hypnotic pounding.
She was...
Confused...
But also...
Exhilarated!
Her mind was a mess, with the only thought she had being when it would be her turn to receive his savage care.
Oh, how the mighty had fallen!
As her logical brain was completely crashing, it was suddenly brought back on when she heard Sera's ridiculous shout among her otherwise uninterrupted moaning.
"Kiss Bryn, Babe!"
A 'normal' man would have most likely taken a few moments to decipher her meaning, not because it was inherently complicated, but because of its sheer depravity.
However, Demian was anything but normal, and, knowing Sera as well as he did, it barely took him a moment to not only understand her instruction and decide to follow it.
After all, he was a good husband.
Unlike him, Bryn's mind was too clouded to instantly comprehend what was happening around her, and it was only until she felt Demian's lips on hers, his tongue parting her own lips open before tangling with her tongue while his hands moved boldly toward her bare ass, squeezing her lower cheeks strongly that her mind started to register what was happening.
However, before she could say anything, she was suddenly interrupted by her sister, whose body briefly stiffened, her moan being instantly cut off as strong spasms started wracking her entire physical frame while she squirted a flooding amount of liquid on the young man's private parts.
Immediately, Sera's overloaded nervous system turned off, her consciousness disappearing, as she was now acting like a bumbling, barely conscious, euphoric idiot, the orgasms clearly beyond what even her mother had gone through earlier.
As for Bryn, as soon as she felt her sister going over the edge, her pussy's inner walls contracted violently, making her shudder in a light climax that did little to reduce her arousal.
However, even that did not last long as she quickly noticed Demian's own orgasm, whether it was his spasming muscles or his shaft discharging a ridiculous amount of white liquid in her sister's insides, the quantity so great that it was visibly overflowing, which brought her arousal back to its previous level before it grew even further.
'Damn it, Dem! I'm going insane because of you!'
She exclaimed inwardly in distress, wondering if she could throw her sister's spasming body aside to finally enjoy being pierced by his massive shaft.
However, she knew that men needed some rest after ejaculating before they could resume any...
'Bedroom activity', shall we say.
So she might have to wait even more...
It was truly...
Frustrating!
Well, her irritation was short-lasting as, while she was distracted by her inner complaints, she suddenly felt Sera's body being moved from her own, prompting her to refocus on the situation.
In front of her was Demian's face, his body still twitching slightly from his climax's lingering effects, his ridiculously large dick, which was still leaking a small amount of sperm, now completely unveiled in front of her eyes.
'Weren't men supposed to tap out for a while after cumming?'
She wondered in both awe and concern as she saw the previously semi-rigid fleshy pillar swiftly regain its previous stiffness, turning back into its majestic 'long-sword' appearance.
And it was not only his weapon that was ready for round 2, but the man himself as well, evidenced by the hunger filling his gaze along with his playful grin.
"You thought I wouldn't be able to keep up with you three? Did you forget that I get twice the effects from my Perks? Total stamina and stamina recovery are included."
Saying those words out loud, Demian suddenly felt a shiver running through his back at the thought of not having his Perk to back him up when taking care of his women.
After all, having multiple women as lovers was great, but unless you had divine stamina, you would inevitably fall under their greater numbers.
As the saying goes, 'two fists can't win against four.'
Although the fists in question were different, the result was the same.
No, actually, it was even worse because women had an inherent advantage in terms of stamina compared to men, able to endure multiple orgasms in a row while still staying conscious and willing, akin to those tanking warriors in RPGs.
Most men, however, tended to be more similar to glass canons, powerful in attack, but easily taken down.
Nature was strange...
In any case, trying to match several women with similar basic stats was only asking for a beating.
A man needed both higher stamina and great techniques to satisfy his woman, or women in Demian's case.
Well, at least that was the young man's experience so far, though the women in his life might not be the best example, with how inherently lustful they were.
Or maybe all women were lustful, and only a few showed it outwardly?
While those random thoughts traversed his mind, Demian, whose body was sleek with sweat and a mix of Sera's and Liya's love liquid, had his mind suddenly attracted by a sudden movement in front of him.
Bryn, now seeing the 'coast clear', chose to act, her naked figure blurring briefly before the young man felt himself being pushed down with his back now resting on the firm mattress below.
'Good thing my physique is way beyond normal, or that shove might have turned me into bloody confetti. Why are these three so violent?'
He thought, amusedly, knowing full well that he was the same.
After all, if one had a superhuman physique, it would be a waste not to use it.
Bryn, with her hands resting on his strong chest, her heavy breasts swaying slightly from the lingering rapid movement effects, and her toned buttcheeks now surrounding most of his cock in its warm and soft embrace, declared.
"I don't want to wait anymore, Dem."
With a playful smirk plastered on his face and his fingers gently stroking her inner thighs, he retorted.
"Who said you had to?"
That was the straw that broke the camel's back, or in her case, the words that broke her self-control, clouding her logical mind almost completely, leaving her only with an overpowering instinct to both claim and be claimed by this man, to feel his shaft inside her, to have her womb flooded by his thick white goo.
Clearly, lust was all that was left in her mind, and Demian would have to bear the consequences with his body.
'Well, I'm not complaining. Just gotta be careful that she doesn't get hurt.'
He told himself inwardly, knowing that, as it was still her first time, she might end up injuring herself or even him because of too much 'enthusiasm'.
And it seemed his prediction was spot-on.
Indeed, as the young woman, in her blurred state of mind, stood up until her lower lips were right above his erect shaft, the water flooding from her cave drenched his throbbing member before she grabbed his sword a bit too forcefully with her dainty fingers, unwittingly bruising it.
As the intense pain shot through his nervous system, he also noticed her current position, immediately understanding her intentions.
Now, with his Perk, any injuries would recover extremely swiftly, even for her.
However, being hurt was not something he enjoyed, especially in that place and during sex.
Thus, feeling a flicker of fear in his heart for both himself and her, he suddenly grabbed the wrist holding his sensitive part before she could do something worse and gently suggested to her.
"There's no need to grab it so hard, Love. It won't run away."
His words brought a hint of clarity to her mind, making her realize that she had been a tad too...
'Passionate'.
As a hint of embarrassment appeared in her heart, she replied, her blushing cheeks and adorable expression stoking the fire inside Demian's heart.
"I-I'm sorry. I-I mean, I didn't... I didn't mean to hurt you..."
After those words left her lips, she felt a bit lost and asked hesitantly.
"Could you... Could you tell me how to do it... Please?"