10x Rewards: Conquering Women and Taming Beauties-Chapter 46: A Foursome V: Ruining All Three Women (18+ - )

The whitish mess of Vale’s squirt was still warm against my skin, a physical testament to her total lack of restraint. She lay there, chest heaving, the dim light flickering against her damp skin. Her eyes were unfocused, trapped in the hazy chemical afterglow that only a high level succubus could generate. I didn’t give her time to settle or reclaim a shred of her dignity. My hand remained clamped over her thigh, my thumb digging into the sensitive inner muscle to remind her exactly who owned this moment of her weakness.

Faevy didn’t stop. She was a predator in her own right, her tongue swirling around the crown of my cock to clean off the stray droplets of Vale’s essence. She looked up at me, her green eyes shimmering with a mix of submissiveness and a desperate, burning need to be the one who finally broke my composure. She wanted to prove she could handle more than her leader.

I wasn’t interested in her teasing games anymore. I wanted depth. I wanted to see how much of my weight she could actually support before her spirit buckled.

"Don’t just lick it, Faevy. Swallow the pride you have left along with it," I growled, my hand moving to the back of her head.

She let out a muffled whimper, her throat opening as she took me back in. This time, I didn’t let her dictate the pace or the depth. I thrust my hips forward, bottoming out against the very back of her throat. I felt her body seize, her hands clawing at my thighs as her gag reflex triggered in a violent, rhythmic pulse. Her eyes teared up, the salt mixing with the heavy saliva coating my shaft. I held her there for several long seconds, asserting my dominance over her breath itself, before pulling back just enough to let her gasp for air, only to drive back in before she could fully recover.

Beside us, Liv was still trembling. Her pure aura was being systematically dismantled by the sights and sounds filling this room. She was the weakest link here, a girl whose innocence was a thin veil over a deep, untapped hunger that was finally beginning to boil over. I turned my attention to her, my gaze tracing the snowy white lines of her slender frame. She looked like a sacrificial lamb, and that only made my blood boil with a darker, more predatory intensity.

"Liv. Come here," I commanded, my voice echoing off the walls.

She stumbled forward, her legs nearly giving way under the weight of her own arousal. She knelt beside Faevy, her small hands hovering uncertainly near my waist. I reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at the display of Faevy struggling to contain me.

"Look at her, Liv. This is what happens when you try to play games with me. Do you want to be treated like a pet, or do you want to be treated like a woman?"

Liv’s lips parted, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts that smelled of her own mounting desire. "A... a woman, Aristarkh. Please... treat me like a woman."

"Then prove it. Vale is too busy drowning in her own juices to lead you right now. Take her place and show me you aren’t just a fragile doll."

I pulled my cock from Faevy’s mouth with a wet, heavy pop. The air hit the sensitive, overheated skin, and the throbbing veins along the shaft seemed to pulse in time with the frantic heartbeats in the room. I didn’t go for Vale yet. I wanted to see how far their sisterhood would bend under my absolute will. I laid back against the cold floor, pulling Faevy toward my left side and Liv toward my right. Vale remained at the center, looking like a discarded toy, her mouth still slick and hanging open.

"Liv, show me how much you want it," I said, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble.

I didn’t use my cock yet. I wanted to break her mental barriers first. I leaned down, whispering into her ear while my hand moved to her clit, my thumb moving in a brutal rhythm. "You’re the prettiest of the three, Liv. Did you know that? So fragile. I wonder how many thrusts it will take to break you completely."

Liv couldn’t even answer. She just let out a sob as my thumb began a fast paced rhythm on her nub. She wasn’t built for this level of intensity, and her body was reacting like a delicate instrument being played far too hard.

I positioned the head of my cock at Liv’s entrance. She was wet, but she was tight—far tighter than Vale or Faevy. I could feel the resistance of her narrow passage, a barrier that represented her last shred of dignity. I looked over at Vale and Faevy, who were both watching with bated breath, their hands moving over their own bodies.

"Watch closely," I said. "This is how a master claims what is his."

With one sudden, violent lunge, I drove myself into her.

The scream that left Liv’s throat was unlike anything I’d heard before. It wasn’t just a moan; it was the sound of her entire world shifting. I felt the snap of the hymen, the sudden rush of heat as my cock buried itself to the hilt in her narrow passage. She was so tight it felt like she was trying to crush my shaft. I stayed still for a moment, letting her body register the intrusion, letting the pain turn into the heavy, thrumming ache of lust that was already beginning to take over.

I began to move. Slow, agonizingly deep thrusts that forced Liv’s small frame to slide across the floor. Each time I pulled back, I could see the blood and juices coating my shaft, and each time I slammed back in, Liv’s eyes rolled further back into her head.

I quickened the pace, my physical power surging through my veins. The sound of our bodies colliding was a rhythmic thunder that drowned out their whimpers.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

"Look at her, Vale! Look at your little subordinate taking every inch of me!" I roared, my eyes locked on the succubus.

Vale was masturbating frantically now, her eyes wide as she watched my cock disappear into Liv over and over again. She couldn’t take it anymore. She crawled over, her tongue darting out to lick the spot where I was joined with Liv, her mouth seeking the friction.

But I wasn’t done with Vale yet. I pulled out of Liv with a wet pop, leaving her gasping and twitching on the floor. I grabbed Vale by her waist and hauled her into the center. She was the leader, the high princess, and it was time she took her place as the ultimate vessel.

"You’ve watched enough, Vale. Now, show your subordinates how a real slut takes her master," I growled, positioning her on all fours.

I drove myself into her from behind. Vale let out a piercing shriek, her back arching as she felt the full weight of my cock burying itself in her soaking, over-sensitized pussy. She was far wetter than Liv, her walls wrapping around me in a desperate, milking rhythm.

"Faevy, Liv. Get over here," I commanded.

They scrambled over immediately, their eyes fixed on the spot where I was joined with Vale.

"Lick her," I ordered. "Lick the spot where we join. I want her to feel your tongues on her while I fuck the life out of her."

Faevy and Liv didn’t hesitate. They buried their faces in the mess, their tongues darting out to lick Vale’s pussy and the base of my shaft. The sensation was incredible—the internal heat of Vale’s succubus sex combined with the external wetness of their tongues.

I quickened the pace, my movements turning into a blur of power.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

Vale’s head fell back, her moans turning into high pitched, melodic trills. She was losing her mind, her personality being stripped away by the sheer physical dominance I was exerting. Every thrust was a claim. Every slap to her thighs was a signature.

"Tell them, Vale," I whispered, my voice a dark vibration in her ear. "Tell them who you belong to."

"I’m... I’m yours... Aristarkh’s slut... show them... show them I’m your slut!" she sobbed, her body shaking with a fresh orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

I felt the pressure building in my gut, a second climax that was far more powerful than the first. I grabbed Faevy and Liv, pulling them up so they were flanking Vale, their breasts pressed against mine, their mouths seeking any part of me they could reach.

"This is how it’s going to be," I growled, my pace reaching a terminal velocity.

I hit the back of Vale’s womb with a final, devastating lunge. My muscles locked, my vision tunneling as the heat moved from my stomach to my groin.

"Now! Drink it all!" I roared.

I didn’t pull out. I stayed buried deep inside Vale, feeling the hot jets of my second climax flooding her, filling her to the brim until she was literally leaking from the seams. At the same time, Vale’s body seized in a violent, final convulsion, a massive jet of squirt erupting from her and drenching Faevy and Liv.

They scrambled to catch the mixture of my cum and Vale’s squirt with their mouths and hands, their eyes bright with a manic, obsessive joy. Vale screamed, her body seizing in a final, catatonic peak that lasted for several long seconds, while her subordinates worshiped at the altar of her ruin.

The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the sound of four people trying to remember how to breathe. I stayed inside her for a long time, enjoying the way her walls continued to twitch and pulse around me, refusing to let go.

I looked at the three of them—ruined, stained, and utterly broken. I had claimed them all, and as I felt my heart slowing down, I knew the real game was only just beginning.