Transmigrated Into A Women Dominated World-Chapter 233

Zaeryn was already right on the damn edge, and Ingrid's low, filthy voice hit him like a shot of pure adrenaline. Everything sped up. He could feel that tight coil in his gut snapping, caught right between Ravena's slow, mind-melting grind and Ingrid's eager, messy demands. His fingers pumped faster inside her soaked pussy, thumb rubbing firm, messy circles right on her swollen clit while he bucked his hips up harder into Ravena, making her gasp sharp and pretty.

"I'm almost there!!" Ingrid gasped, voice cracking.

Zaeryn looked up at her beautiful face just in time, her violet eyes rolling back, lips parted in that perfect little O, and it pushed him straight over. He thrust up deep into Ravena one last time and came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling into her tight heat while she clenched around him like she was trying to milk out every drop.

Ingrid crashed into her own orgasm right after, kissing him messy and desperate, tongue sliding against his as her pussy fluttered and gushed around his fingers. He kept finger fucking her through the orgasm, curling deep, thumb never stopping until she was shaking and whimpering into his mouth.

Ravena came a second later, her controlled little rolls turning into shaky, greedy grinds as she buried her face against his shoulder. Her breath was hot and ragged against his neck, body trembling while she stayed seated on his cock, feeling him pulse and fill her up.

Zaeryn just lay there for a second, chest heaving, one arm wrapped around Ingrid and the other hand still buried between her thighs, lazily stroking her through the aftershocks.

"Wow," Ingrid murmured against his lips, still catching her breath, voice all husky and wrecked. "You have magic fingers. Seems like you were made for this."

Ravena let out a soft, satisfied hum against his shoulder, nipping lightly at his skin.

She didn't say anything for a long moment. Then, quiet and almost amused: "You're dangerous, anomaly." The way she said it, still breathless, still trembling, it sounded less like a compliment and more like a verdict she'd just handed down.

The storm outside kept drumming against the windows, but inside the bedroom the only weather was heat, slick sounds, and the low, filthy encouragement of two very determined women who had zero intention of letting him rest anytime soon.

And honestly? Zaeryn wasn't complaining. Not even a little. He just grinned through the overwhelming pleasure, fingers and cock both still buried deep, and let himself get lost in the delicious chaos he'd somehow built for himself in this ridiculous, women-ruled world.

He was definitely gonna need a longer shower after this one.

For a while, nobody moved.

The rain had softened to something gentler, a low, rhythmic tapping against the windows that filled the silence the way only rain could. Zaeryn stared at the ceiling with one arm still around Ingrid, the other loosely draped over Ravena's back, and let himself just… exist for a second.

Honestly? This was peak comfort. This is the reason he didn't want to ever risk his life fighting the dragon lord, or king, or whatever he was named. Funny enough it was also the reason he was now willing to fight the entity if it ever came down to it.

He wanted to become strong enough so that when the day comes he will be ready.

Ingrid shifted first. She made a low, displeased sound in the back of her throat and turned to him.

"Okay," she muttered, peeling herself up onto one elbow. Her hair was a disaster. Absolutely wrecked. She looked like she'd fought a windstorm and lost. "We need to shower. I feel a bit disgusted."

Zaeryn glanced down at himself. She wasn't wrong. The sheets were a crime scene. His skin was sticky from everything.

"I was going to say something romantic," he said. "But yeah. We're gross."

Ravena, who hadn't opened her eyes, let out a quiet hum from against his shoulder. "I'm clean."

"You're delusional," Ingrid said playfully but seriously at the same time.

One of Ravena's eyes cracked open, sharp and green. That familiar, measured look. Like she was deciding whether to engage or just let it slide. She chose engagement. "I don't sweat as much as you do."

Ingrid snorted. "That's because you barely moved." She smirked, "I was watching you, and I don't think you're competition,"

Ravena frowned ever so slightly. But then she immediately realized something.

"More like efficiency," she corrected, her voice still languid. "I don't waste energy."

Zaeryn rubbed a hand over his face, suppressing a grin. "Can we not turn the post-sex debrief into a performance review? Please?"

Ingrid was already sitting up, stretching her arms overhead with a groan that was half satisfaction, half stiffness. She swung her legs off the bed and stood, totally unbothered. "I'm using your shower. If either of you wants to join, you have about thirty seconds before I lock the door."

She padded across the room without waiting for an answer.

Ravena watched her go, that appraising look she gave everyone she hadn't fully figured out yet. Then she turned to Zaeryn, one eyebrow raised. "She's bossy."

"You're one to talk."

"I don't boss. I direct."

"Right. My mistake."

Ravena sat up with far more grace than anyone had a right to after the last hour.

She stretched, slow and deliberate, then looked toward the bathroom where the sound of water was already starting up. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"She didn't actually lock it," Ravena observed.

"No," Zaeryn agreed. "She didn't."

They looked at each other.

"After you," he said.

Ravena's lips curved. She stood and followed Ingrid without a word.

Zaeryn dropped his head back onto the pillow and stared at the ceiling one more time. Two women. One shower. And somehow, he was the one who felt outnumbered.

He got up.

The bathroom was already thick with steam when he walked in. Ingrid had claimed the center of the shower spray, water running down her shoulders, her eyes closed.

Ravena had slipped in beside her, standing just slightly to the side, letting the water hit her back while she worked soap through her dark hair with those same precise, unhurried motions she brought to everything.

They weren't touching, but they weren't avoiding each other either. There was an easy coexistence to it that Zaeryn found quietly interesting. Like they'd silently negotiated the space without needing words.

He stepped in. The hot water hit his shoulders and something in his chest uncoiled. A tension he hadn't even realized he was carrying.

"Pass me the soap?" he asked.

Ingrid opened one eye, considered him for a moment, then tossed it at his chest. Hard.

"Ow."

"You asked."

Ravena didn't look, but her shoulders shook with a silent laugh.