Sera blinked. She looked down. At his face. At his smile. At the innocence that she had lost three days ago in a room full of blood and cock and screaming noblemen.

She walked.

Inside, the sounds got louder.

Vess came out of the bathroom.

Not walking. Not running. She came out attached.

She was on Raven. Like a koala. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. Her arms were around his neck. Her red hair was loose— wet, hanging down her back. Her shirt was gone. Her bra was gone. Her enormous breasts were bare— pressed against his chest, the nipples stiff, the flesh flattened between their bodies. Her skirt was hiked up— around her waist. Her panty was gone. Her pussy was visible— bare, smooth, the lips stretched around his cock.

She was impaled.

His cock was inside her. Twelve inches. The shaft was buried in her cunt. The head was deep— against her cervix, past it, in her womb. Her hips were swinging. Up and down. The motion was rhythmic. Relentless. The motion of a woman who is being fucked while standing and who is moving with the thrusts.

Her hips jiggled.

Forward and backward. The flesh of her ass— round, full, heavy— rippled with each impact. His hands were on her cheeks. He gripped them. He held her. His fingers sank into the flesh. He pulled them apart. He spread her.

PAH PAH PAH—

"Ah—! Ah—! Master—! Harder—! Please—! Hahh—!"

He walked.

He walked out of the bathroom. Through the room. Toward the bed. Vess was attached to him— her body pressed against his, her hips moving, her pussy swallowing his cock with each step. He walked as if she weighed nothing. As if the woman on his cock was a garment. A coat. A thing he wore.

He reached the bed.

He put her down.

Not gently. He dropped her. Her back hit the mattress. Her legs flew apart. His cock slipped out— the shaft slick, the head swollen, the vein bulging. Vess’s pussy was gaping— the lips stretched, the opening wide, the walls visible, pink and slick and dripping.

She was naked. Crying. Not from pain— from the sudden emptiness. From the withdrawal. From the loss of the cock that had been inside her.

"You are being too rough," she sobbed. Her voice was broken. The voice of a woman who says "rough" but means "do it again."

Raven looked at Juhi.

Juhi was on the bed. She had been watching. Her dark eyes were wide. Her black hair was loose. Her dress was still on— the cotton fabric, the low neckline. Her breasts were heaving. Her nipples were visible through the cloth— dark, stiff, aching.

He grabbed her.

He pulled her. His mouth found hers. He kissed her— deeply, thoroughly, his tongue pushing in, his lips sealing, his teeth grazing. His hand found her dress. He pulled. The fabric tore. The neckline ripped. Her breasts were exposed— large, full, heavy, the nipples dark and stiff. He pushed her down.

On the bed. On her back. Beside Vess. Two women. Side by side. Both flushed. Both wet. Both aching.

He pulled her pant down.

The fabric slid down her thighs. Her legs were bare— brown, smooth, the skin soft. Her panty was visible— white cotton, simple, the fabric snug against her pussy. The lips were visible through the cloth— swollen, the outline clear, the wetness darkening the cotton.

He pushed his cock against the panty.

Not inside. Against. The fabric rubbed against his shaft. The head pressed against her pussy— through the cloth. The cotton sank between the lips. The fabric was the only barrier. He thrust. His cock slid along the cotton— the friction rough, the sensation intense, the fabric rubbing against her clit and his cock simultaneously.

"Your pussy is still tight," he said. His voice was low. Close. Spoken into her ear. The words were warm. They traveled down her neck. They settled in her spine.

He pulled the panty aside.

He pushed.

PAH—

"AHH—!" Juhi screamed. Her back arched. Her legs kicked. Her hands gripped the sheets. Her breasts bounced on her chest— the heavy flesh rippling, the nipples stiff, the areolas wide. Her pussy was stretched— the lips pulled taut around his shaft, the pink gone white from the tension. "Master—! It is— it is too— ahhh—!!"

He fucked her.

His hips moved. His cock slid in and out. The sound was wet— the slick, schlocking sound of a cock in a wet cunt. SCHLUK SCHLUK SCHLUK— The bed creaked. The headboard hit the wall. Juhi’s body jerked with each thrust— her breasts bouncing, her legs flailing, her mouth open, her eyes rolled.

PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"AHH—! HNNNGHH—! KYAAANGH—! Master—! Please—! Slow—! Ahhh—!!"

The thick woman climbed the bed.

She had removed her towel. She was naked. Her body was round— full. Her breasts were enormous— heavy, the nipples dark and stiff. Her stomach was soft. Her thighs were thick. Her pussy was bare— freshly shaved, the lips smooth, slightly parted, glistening.

"Me too," she said. Her voice was hoarse. Raw. Still rough from the bathroom. But the need in it was clear.

Raven grabbed her.

His hand found her hip. He pulled her toward him. She came— on her knees, her thighs spread, her body pressing against his side. He held her with one arm— his hand on her ass, gripping, squeezing. He continued fucking Juhi with his hips.

He twisted.

He pulled the thick woman closer. He positioned her— beside Juhi, on her back, her legs spread. He pulled out of Juhi— his cock emerging with a wet, sucking sound. SCHLUUURK— He pushed into the thick woman.

PAH—

"AHH—!" she screamed. Her back arched. Her enormous breasts bounced— the flesh rippling, the nipples stiff, the heavy mounds spreading on her chest. Her pussy was stretched— the freshly-shaved lips pulled taut, the smooth skin glistening with her juice.

He fucked her.

PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"AHH—! HNNNGHH—! Yes—! Master—! Hahh—!"

Then back to Juhi.

He pulled out. He pushed in. The transition was seamless— from one pussy to another, the cock slick with both women’s juice, the shaft glistening, the head swollen.

PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"KYAAANGH—! Master—! Ahhh—!!"

Then back to the thick woman.

PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"HAAIYAANGH—!! Yes—! Hahh—!!"

Then Vess.

He pulled out. He grabbed Vess— who was lying beside Juhi, her enormous breasts heaving, her red hair spread on the pillow, her pussy gaping, dripping. He pushed in.

PAH—

"AAAANGHH—!!"

He fucked all three of them.

On the same bed. At the same time. His cock moving from one pussy to another to another. Three women. Three pussies. Three sets of moans. Three sets of bouncing breasts. Three sets of stiff nipples. Three sets of wet, swollen, aching cunts.

The bed was too small. It was a single bed— meant for one person, maybe two. Four bodies were on it. Four sets of limbs. The women were pressed together— breast to breast, thigh to thigh, mouth to mouth. Juhi’s hand found Vess’s breast. The thick woman’s leg hooked over Juhi’s thigh. Vess’s arm went around the thick woman’s waist. They were tangled. Intertwined. A web of female flesh and moaning and wet, aching need.

PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAANGHH—!! HNNNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!! HAAAAANGHH—!! NNGHH—!! HIEKKK—!!"

The moans filled the room. They filled the building. They leaked through the walls, through the windows, through the cracks in the door. They were not the moans of individual women. They were the moans of a chorus— three voices, three bodies, three pussies, all being fucked by the same cock, all responding to the same rhythm, all breaking apart under the same hands.

The room was a furnace. The pheromones were thick— in the air, in the fabric, in the walls. The smell of sex was everywhere. The wet sounds were everywhere. The screaming was everywhere.

PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAANGHH—!! HNNNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!! HAAAAANGHH—!! NNGHH—!! HIEKKK—!! AAAANGHH—!! HNNNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!!"