Demonic Po*nstar System

Chapter 830: Not a Softie

"Master... Master...!"

Their moans stacked on top of each other as the pace built, Bastet grinding down against Calypso’s body with each thrust, their breasts sliding slick and hot between them, their intertwined tail squeezing tighter around his cock as the pressure climbed.

Kaiden gripped Bastet’s ass with both hands and drove harder, the flesh of her rear bouncing against his palms with each stroke, and the obscene squelch of him being fed between two soaking pussies by their own tail was loud enough that Scarlet reached for her wine without looking away.

Calypso came first by a breath, her back arching off the bed as a moan ripped from her throat and her pussy clenched so hard around him that the tail spasmed with it.

Bastet followed half a heartbeat later, the felinid’s composure shattering completely as her orgasm crashed through her, her body going rigid on top of Calypso, her scream so high it cracked, her cunt squeezing him in pulses that milked his cock in tandem with the demoness beneath her.

Bastet’s arms gave out and she collapsed onto Calypso with her full weight, both of them heaving, flushed, covered in sweat and each other.

Their intertwined tail slowly unwound, the red and tawny lengths separating with a lazy reluctance, and Calypso wrapped both arms around the felinid on top of her and hugged her protectively, like she’d cover a mage ally in the field.

Her chin rested on Bastet’s head, her golden eyes half-lidded and content.

"Good girl," she murmured against the felinid’s ear, breathing hard.

Bastet’s tail flicked once, but she did not correct the demoness or pull away.

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Fourteen minutes on the clock. All three counters climbing, none across the line yet.

Aria’s hand closed around Luna’s hair.

The gremlin had been kneeling at the edge of the bed, flushed and grinning, still basking in the triumph of her assist, when silver filled her vision and a fist tangled through her purple locks and pulled.

"H-HEY!!"

"You seriously think you’re getting away?" Aria said sweetly. "I’m not a softie like Nyx, who’d let you get away with anything."

Her silver eyes were clear and bright and fully recovered, and the smile on her face carried the full memory of being bounced like a ragdoll and all the payback it had earned.

She dragged Luna to her knees in front of Kaiden and pushed her forward. His cock slid past the Storm Valkyrie’s lips and hit the back of her throat before a word of protest could form.

"Mmph-!!"

Luna’s throat bulged around him.

Her purple eyes went wide and watering, small hands shooting to his thighs, the choked sound tearing from her melting into a moan so low it vibrated through his shaft and clenched his stomach.

Aria worked her with the precision of payback: fistful of purple hair hauling her up until his tip caught on Luna’s swollen lips, then ramming her back down until her nose pressed flat against his stomach, each brutal stroke pulling wet, gagging sounds that the Storm Valkyrie would have murdered someone for hearing if she weren’t too busy choking on cock to care.

"Despite it not being me who tends to Kai personally... I don’t hate it too much..." Aria murmured her findings, shocked, while the room filled with slutty throat noises of her struggling friend.

The orgasm hit Luna without warning.

Her thighs clamped together and her hips bucked against nothing as her pussy gushed in hot, abundant waves that soaked the inside of her legs and ran all the way to her knees, dripping onto the sheets in a mess she’d never live down.

Her muffled scream vibrated through his cock as her whole body shook, coming so hard from her throat being fucked that her eyes rolled and her toes curled white.

Aria released her and grinned. "Finally, your rude mouth was put to proper use... You better be grateful."

Luna collapsed sideways, gasping, drool and precum on her chin, her small chest heaving, the inside of her thighs a glistening ruin.

"Y-you... psycho... moon... bitch..."

"Everyone knows I’m innocent~" Aria hummed, and the sweet little smile on her face could have been on a greeting card if the rest of her weren’t naked and leaking cum.

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Nyx came forward.

Her pink hair was still damp from the earlier wash, her curves catching every shade of amber the lanterns had to give, and she settled onto the bed in front of Kaiden with the quiet confidence she brought to everything she touched: the margins of a fight, the back of a plan, the spaces where she did the work nobody saw and everyone counted on.

Her hands were shaking.

Scarlet noticed from across the room.

The Flame Monarch had been on her perch through the entire performance with her wine and her front-row seat, watching five women tear each other apart with awe she’d stopped pretending wasn’t there, and she looked at the trembling in the pink-haired girl’s fingers and remembered what she’d promised in the corridor.

She set the bottle down, crossed the room, and sat on the edge of the bed beside Nyx. Took her hand without ceremony, the way she’d grip a comrade’s fist before a charge, because that was the only framework she had and she was using it.

Nyx’s fingers locked around hers so fast the bones creaked.

"Alright, sweetheart. You okay?"

Nyx nodded, but the tears were already running.

Her smile was so wide it reached her ears, pink eyes catching the light in bright, wet points, and the trembling traveled through her whole body as she looked at Scarlet and tried for the hundredth time to believe this was real.

Her childhood hero. The woman whose poster had hung on her bedroom wall through every year of academy, whose fights she’d memorized frame by frame, whose thermal lance sequence she’d practiced on her bedroom carpet at sixteen until her mother thought she’d gone insane.

And that woman had called what they did art, and was sitting here holding her hand, and the fact was so enormous it kept leaking from her eyes in warm, fast drops she didn’t bother wiping.

"You called it art," Nyx whispered.

"I did."

"I can’t believe you’re here." Her voice bent at the edges. "I watched all of your fights. Every single one. I know your thermal lance by heart."

"That’s..." Scarlet looked at the ceiling, then back at Nyx, then longingly at the bottle she’d left behind. "That’s one hell of a thing to tell a woman who’s about to watch you get railed, sweetheart."

Nyx laughed through the tears, bright and genuine. "Sorry..."

"Don’t apologize." Scarlet squeezed her hand. "Steel your heart."

"Mhm."