My Scumbag System-Chapter 433: Breeding Rights & Bragging Rights

"Yours," she moaned, pushing back against me. "All yours. Always yours."

I slid my hand from her breast down to where our bodies joined, finding her clit again. She was swollen and sensitive from her first orgasm, and she jerked at my touch.

"Too much," she gasped, but didn’t move away.

"Take it," I commanded, circling her clit with firm, relentless pressure. "Take everything I give you."

Her body trembled, caught between pleasure and overstimulation. I leaned over her, bringing my mouth to her ear.

"I want you to come again," I whispered. "I want them to see what you look like when you fall apart completely. When you’re nothing but mine."

A shudder ran through her. "Close," she whimpered. "So close."

"Look at them," I said, not slowing my pace. "Look at them watching you come undone."

She turned her head, making eye contact with our audience. That was all it took. Her second orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her entire body convulsing around me, inner muscles clamping down so tight it was almost painful.

This time I couldn’t hold back. The sight of her coming while our audience watched, the feeling of her spasming around me, it was too much. I buried myself to the hilt inside her and let go, pumping her full of my release with a groan that came from somewhere primal and possessive.

"Yes," she gasped, grinding back against me to milk every last drop. "Give it all to me."

I collapsed on top of her, both of us breathing hard. After a moment, I rolled to the side, pulling her with me so she ended up sprawled across my chest. The frost on her skin had completely melted, leaving her flushed and glistening with sweat.

"Holy shit," Akari whispered, breaking the silence that had fallen over the room. "That was..."

"Intense," Skylar finished, looking at us with newfound respect. The permanent boredom in her eyes had been replaced by something like hunger.

Emi couldn’t even speak, just stared at us with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Beside her, Cel looked thoughtful, her analytical mind clearly processing what she’d witnessed.

Natalia lifted her head from my chest, giving them all a smug smile. "And that’s why I’m his queen," she announced.

I laughed, pulling her closer. "Still so fucking competitive."

She turned to me, lowering her voice so only I could hear. "You didn’t pull out."

"You told me not to," I replied, matching her volume. "Practically begged for it, actually."

A complicated emotion passed across her face – something vulnerable and hopeful that she rarely allowed anyone to see. "What if..."

I knew what she was asking. This wasn’t the first time we’d had this conversation, usually in whispers late at night when she thought I was half-asleep.

"Then we deal with it," I said simply. "Together."

She searched my face for a moment, then nodded, seemingly satisfied with what she found there. Her hand drifted to her stomach in an unconscious gesture that made something tighten in my chest.

"Don’t get ahead of yourself," I murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "It was just once."

"Just once today," she corrected with a small smile. "The night’s not over."

I glanced at the other women in the room. Akari and Skylar were engaged in some kind of whispered argument. Emi had curled up at the foot of the bed, watching us with soft eyes. And Cel... Cel was looking at Natalia’s hand on her stomach with an expression I couldn’t quite read.

"No," I agreed, turning back to Natalia. "It’s definitely not over."

She pressed a kiss to my chest, right over my heart. "Good," she whispered. "Because I’m nowhere near done with you."

I was still catching my breath from Natalia when Akari launched herself at me like a missile.

"My turn again," she announced, crawling over Natalia’s sprawled form without any of Skylar’s pretense of dignity. Her emerald eyes sparkled with something dangerous and playful. "You’ve recovered, right?"

"Jesus," I muttered, but my body was already responding, the System’s enhancement doing its work. "What are you, a vampire?"

"Close." She straddled my chest, not my hips, and grabbed my face with both hands. "I want another taste of that Nectar before we do anything else." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Her mouth crashed against mine before I could respond. The kiss was aggressive, all tongue and teeth and competitive energy. She kissed like she was trying to win something, like there was a scoreboard somewhere keeping track. The Nectar flooded between us instantly, and I felt her entire body shudder on top of me.

She broke away, panting. "Fuck, that’s so good. How do you not just walk around kissing people all day?"

"Self-control," I said, then noticed Cel had moved closer, settling near my head with her silver-white hair falling around us like a curtain.

"May I?" Cel asked, her voice soft but direct.

"You don’t have to ask permission to kiss me."

She leaned down, her hair brushing against my face as her lips found mine. Where Akari had been aggressive, Cel was exploratory. Careful. Curious. Her kiss tasted like winter and something sweet I couldn’t name. When the Nectar hit her system, she made a small sound of surprise against my mouth and pulled back, eyes wide.

"That’s quite something," she murmured, one hand resting on my chest. Her fingers were cold but not unpleasant.

Movement at my feet caught my attention. Emi had positioned herself there, kneeling between my legs with that determined expression she got when healing someone particularly injured.

"I want to try again," she said, reaching for my cock with both hands. "I want to be better at it."

"Emi, you were perfect the first time."

"But I can improve." Those little blue antennae bobbed with the force of her conviction, her reddish-brown eyes holding the same fierce resolve I’d seen her use when she was trying to stabilise someone bleeding out on a battlefield. "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

Akari let out a low, delighted laugh from where she was draped across my chest, her warm weight a comfortable anchor in all the surrounding chaos. "Girl’s got ambition. I like it."

Emi wrapped both hands around me and I groaned, the sound punched out of me before I could moderate it. Her touch was exploratory at first, tentative, like she was still learning the shape of something she intended to master.

She leaned down slowly, pressed a kiss to the tip with a delicate softness, then took me into her mouth. The wet heat was instant and absolute, spreading up through my core like a wave I had no hope of bracing against.

"Shit," I breathed, my hips jerking up with an involuntary mind of their own.

Akari sealed her mouth over mine in the same moment, her tongue invading with the confident, proprietary energy of someone staking a territorial claim and daring the world to contest it.

Above my head, Cel had resumed threading her cold fingers through my hair, the motion slow and rhythmic and somehow more intimate than anything else happening to my body in this moment.

And between my legs, Emi found her rhythm, her confidence building in real time, taking me deeper with each deliberate bob of her head as though she were cataloguing every sound I made and adjusting accordingly.

Then Skylar materialised at my side.

She didn’t announce herself. Didn’t ask permission or make a performance of it. She simply reached down, wrapped her fingers around my wrist, and guided two of my fingers to her lips.

Her violet eyes, that mesmerising wash of pale purple, found mine and held them as she drew my fingers into her mouth. Her tongue curled around them with the same lazy, devastating skill she’d used earlier, cheeks hollowing on each slow pull.

My brain did not malfunction gradually. It simply stopped.

Four women. Four entirely distinct registers of sensation. All of it happening simultaneously, all of it real.

Akari’s kisses, aggressive and hungry, tasting of ambition and barely-leashed chaos, the kind of kiss that felt like a negotiation you were already losing. Cel’s fingers moving through my hair with a careful, wondering tenderness, gentle in a way that suggested she was still surprised by her own desire to offer it.

Emi between my legs, no longer tentative, learning me with a focused dedication that sent heat crawling up the back of my thighs every time she took me deeper. And Skylar with those half-lidded eyes still locked on mine, working my fingers like she had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it.

"This is not fair," I managed to get out somewhere between Akari’s kisses, my voice rougher than I intended.

Natalia’s laugh drifted over from somewhere to my left, warm and knowing and richly satisfied with itself. "Welcome to my world, King."

The Nectar was still cycling through all of us, that strange, golden feedback loop of amplified sensation and something that felt uncomfortably close to genuine desire, the boundary between the two dissolving faster than I could track.

I couldn’t tell anymore where the enhancement ended and the real thing began, and some part of me, the part that usually kept meticulous records of such distinctions, had stopped caring.

Emi moaned softly around me, and the vibration travelled the full length of my spine, cresting somewhere at the base of my skull.

Cel’s fingers tightened in my hair, a sharp, grounding counterpoint.

Skylar dragged her teeth with deliberate gentleness along the pads of my fingers before releasing them entirely, turning her mouth to my ear instead, her breath a slow burn against the shell of it.

"You wanted all of us," she murmured, her voice pitched low enough that the words were only ever meant for me. "So take all of us."