Transmigrated Into A Women Dominated World-Chapter 232: Tag Teamed

Ravena's voice slid over his skin, warm, low and teasing.

"Please," she whispered, leaning in to press a soft, lingering kiss right against the pulse jumping beneath Zaeryn's jaw. Her lips were cool at first, then warm, and she let them linger just long enough to feel his heartbeat kick up. "He just needs a few minutes to recharge."

Zaeryn let out a tired breath that came dangerously close to a laugh, his chest still rising and falling hard from the last round. "A few minutes? That's very generous of you, Ravena."

Ingrid, still half-buried in the wrecked sheets on his other side, made a sleepy, amused huff. Her cheeks were flushed deep pink, hair a wild yellow mess across his shoulder, and the way her pierced nipples brushed his arm every time she breathed told him she wasn't quite done staking her claim. Her fingers stayed curled possessively around his bicep like she was daring anyone to try pulling her off.

Ravena's sharp green eyes flicked to Ingrid's hand, then back to Zaeryn's face. The corner of her mouth curved into a cool, knowing smirk she wore like armor. "Do you want me to wait my turn?" she asked, voice soft but loaded.

Zaeryn glanced between the two of them, then at the ceiling like it might actually offer backup. It didn't. "This feels like I'm about to get tag-teamed by two very competitive women who both think they own the scoreboard."

Not that he complained. He was pretty much living a dream right at this moment.

Ingrid lifted her head just enough to shoot Ravena a lazy, half-lidded glare that was more playful than pissed. "If you're suddenly asking so politely, you're definitely plotting. Don't think I missed that."

"Plotting implies effort." A pause. "This is instinct."

She didn't wait for permission. With that same fluid, predatory elegance, Ravena slipped under the tangled sheets and claimed the space like it had always been hers. Her smooth thigh slid between his legs, cool skin pressing against his still-sensitive cock, forcing every ounce of his attention onto her. She didn't just lie next to him, she molded herself against his side, one hand already tracing lazy circles over him while her dark hair spilled across his chest like ink.

Zaeryn felt a shift under the sheets, that lazy post-nut haze cracking open as his soft cock started to twitch and thicken against Ravena's thigh. The heat of her skin, the way she was already grinding slow and deliberate, had his blood rushing south again like it had a personal grudge against rest. "This is starting to feel less like cuddling and more like a coordinated ambush."

Zaeryn muttered it under his breath, his tone rough with that familiar sarcastic edge. He slid one hand down Ravena's back, palm warm against the curve of her spine, and pulled her hips flush against his.

His fingers dug in. He lifted his head from the pillow, caught the back of her neck, and kissed her slow and deep.

It wasn't rushed. He took his time, his tongue sliding against hers until her breath hitched and she melted into him. Only when she was properly breathless did he pull back, his lips grazing hers one last time.

"You say that," Ravena managed, her voice shaky. She leaned over him, her dark hair falling like a curtain that shut out the rest of the room. "But you never actually sound unhappy about it."

She leaned in again and met his lips. Her tongue tracing the seam of his mouth with a patient precision. Zaeryn grinned against her lips, nipping her bottom lip just hard enough to catch a gasp, his hand tightening on her hip. He had zero intention of letting her set the pace alone.

On his other side, Ingrid didn't back off. If anything, Ravena's arrival and seeing Zaeryn paying attention to her more lit a fresh spark of possessiveness in her. She pressed closer, her full breasts, still marked faintly red from his earlier mouth, squishing against his arm as she started dragging wet, open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone and shoulder, teeth grazing just enough to sting in the best way.

Zaeryn was officially caught in the middle of a beautiful, extremely dangerous sandwich.

Ravena's hand wandered lower without hesitation, fingers wrapping around his cock. He was already half-hard again, the head slick with leftover cum and Ingrid's juices. She gave him a slow, firm stroke from base to tip, thumb circling the sensitive head. She didn't say anything. She just hummed, low and satisfied, her thumb tracing one more slow circle over the head before she let her hand rest there, possessive and patient. The look she gave him said everything her mouth didn't.

Zaeryn groaned low in his throat, hips twitching up into her grip before he could stop himself. "You two are….."

"Good together? I agree," Ingrid murmured against his skin, her pierced nipple dragging across his arm as she reached down to lace her fingers with his, pinning their joined hands to the mattress.

Ravena didn't waste time. She swung one leg over his waist, straddling him with smooth confidence. Her pussy was already wet and warm, lips parting slickly as she rubbed herself along his length once, twice, teasing the head against her entrance. Then she sank down slowly, taking him inch by thick inch until her ass settled flush against his thighs.

"Fuck…" Zaeryn hissed, head dropping back into the pillows, eyes squeezing shut for a second at the tight, velvet heat enveloping him.

Ravena felt different from Ingrid. Way tighter in a way that made every ridge and vein on his cock drag so good inside her, like her pussy was straight-up trying to memorize the shape of him on purpose.

She didn't slam down or ride him hard. No, Ravena moved like she was conducting a ritual, slow, rolling grinds of her hips that forced him to feel every single centimeter. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him on purpose, milking him while she watched his face the entire time, eyes needy and hungry.

Ingrid stayed right there, not retreating an inch. She leaned in and caught Zaeryn's free hand, guiding it between her own thighs so his fingers could slide through her still-soaked folds. "Don't forget about me," she whispered hotly against his ear, then nipped his lobe. "Finger me while she rides you. I want to feel how hard you get when she squeezes you like that."

Zaeryn didn't need to be convinced twice. His two fingers sank into Ingrid's dripping cunt, curling just the way he knew she liked, thumb brushing her swollen clit in lazy circles while Ravena continued her torturously slow ride above him.

The room filled with the wet sounds of skin and slickness, Ravena's quiet, controlled gasps mixing with Ingrid's breathier moans and the obscene schlick of his fingers pumping into her. Zaeryn's free hand gripped Ravena's hip, not guiding her pace (she wouldn't let him anyway), but anchoring himself as pleasure coiled tight and hot in his gut all over again.

Ravena leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, her dark hair falling around them like a curtain. She didn't narrate what she felt. She just let her eyes fall half-shut, lips parting on a slow, shaky exhale as she rolled her hips in a deep circle that had his cock grinding right against that spot inside her. Her nails dug into his chest, and she whispered, barely audible, "There." Just that. Like she'd found exactly what she was looking for and had no intention of losing it.

Ingrid rocked against his hand, chasing her own pleasure while watching Ravena fuck him. "He's gonna fill you up, Ravena. I want to watch it drip out of you when he's done."

Zaeryn was about to make a remark but it turned into a rough groan when Ravena clenched deliberately around him. "You two are evil. Perfect, but evil." he said.

Ravena leaned down, her dark hair brushing his jaw, and pressed her lips right against his ear. "Don't hold back." Her voice was barely a breath, controlled even now, but the way her walls clenched around him on the word 'back' made the command unmistakable. She pulled away just enough to meet his eyes, and the look she gave him was quiet, intense, and completely certain. Like she already knew how this was going to end and was simply waiting for him to catch up.

Ingrid moaned in agreement, her walls fluttering and squeezing around his fingers as she rocked her hips harder down onto his hand. "That's right, baby… give it to her. Then it's my turn to clean you up with my mouth."