Chapter 545: Needy Gals
The chaotic symphony of clashing metal, breathy moans, and the frantic rustle of fabric could be heard all at once.
Kaiden, for all his heightened Strength and Agility, was no match for the combined, desperate momentum of the combined effort of his amazing, awakened women. Well… Not that he tried to resist.
He went down hard with the back of his knees hitting the edge of the sofa before he toppled onto the plush rug as a tangle of limbs and armored bikinis pinned him.
Hands were everywhere, tugging at his collar, roaming over his chest, and tracing the hard lines of his abs with a feverish intensity that bordered on feral.
“Wait! Wait!” Nyx suddenly squealed. Her voice was breathless as she pulled back while her face flushed a deep, vibrating pink. She had been busy nipping and sucking on Kaiden’s earlobe, but she suddenly planted her hands on his shoulders to create some distance. “We are not barbarians! We need to have some decency!”
The whirlwind of activity ground to a stuttering halt. Aria, whose fingers were already white-knuckled as she gripped Kaiden’s shirt, trying to rip it open with the urgency of someone defusing a bomb, paused and blinked.
“What do you mean?” she asked, eyes still half-lidded with desire.
“Oh…” Bastet, the tanned felinid, murmured. She had climbed to the sofa’s backrest like a real cat and began using her hands, moving them in rhythmic, feline motions as she massaged his head. She looked around the room with her golden eyes widening.
“It’s the common area.”
“Right!” Nyx nodded vigorously, trying to straighten her lopsided metal top. “Alexandra and Alice live with us, too. We shouldn’t dirty the place!”
*Sniff. Sniff-sniff.*
A rhythmic, greedy inhaling sound drew everyone’s attention downward. Calypso, lost in a state of sheer ecstasy and completely ignoring the call for “decency,” was already positioned at Kaiden’s waist, kneeling between his legs. Her nose was less than an inch from his zipper as she took in deep, trembling lungfuls of his scent like a starving beast sensing the tastiest of meats.
“Yeah… she’s hopeless,” Luna giggled, finally shaking off the daze from Kaiden’s earlier kiss. Still seated in Kaiden’s lap, with his hands still on her butt cheeks, the girl looked at the demoness with an amused grin.
As a gamer girl, Luna heard a lot about the demonic race, and to say she was interested in Calypso was a large understatement. She was also interested in Bastet, but the Ra-Blessed Felinid was a truly unique species; she did not resemble the nimble, rogue-like catgirls that could be found in her games.
Demons, on the other hand, were rampant.
Though truth be told, Calypso was different from how demons acted in games as well…
She lived up to the expected image with excellent results, sporting an oppressive, wild aura. On the battlefield, she was a bloodthirsty warmonger, a real battle junkie.
But as soon as Kaiden entered the picture… She went from the picturesque badass demonic chick to a horny demon deep in love. And she was not like a succubus, having zero interest in other men and having no magical ability to drain men of their life essence or anything like that.
She was just a lovestruck demon chick… As weird as that sounded.
Then, a silent agreement was passed between the other four. Nyx, Aria, Bastet, and Luna exchanged a knowing glance and, without a word of warning, moved as one.
“I can walk, you know…” Kaiden began, but his protest was silenced as each girl grabbed a limb.
With the terrifying coordination of a veteran raid team, they hoisted him into the air. Aria and Nyx took his arms, while Bastet and Luna grabbed his legs. Kaiden felt his feet leave the floor, his body suspended like a captured prize. He sighed playfully, letting his head hang back as they began to march toward the master bedroom.
“This is ridiculous,” Kaiden muttered, though his lips were curved in a smirk. “It feels like I’ve been caught by a group of cannibals and I’m being taken to the fire to be cooked.”
He looked down, and his chuckle turned into a low, amused rumble. Calypso hadn’t moved from her post. Like a possessed hound, she was following the procession on all fours, her eyes locked on his crotch as she continued to sniff his privates with obsessive devotion.
‘Yeah, I’m definitely about to be devoured,’ Kaiden thought inwardly.
The heavy double doors of the master bedroom were kicked open, and the “raid party” surged inside. They gently laid Kaiden onto the expansive, silk-covered mattress with a synchronized effort. He landed with a soft oomph, but before he could even adjust his pillows, the predatory shadows of his lovers loomed over him.
Calypso was the fastest.
She didn’t wait for the others to settle. While the four girls took their positions flanking him on the bed, the demoness pounced. She landed between his legs with a primal urge, so much so that her eyes were outright glowing. To her, the obstacle of his attire was an enemy to be slain, a barrier between her and sheer bliss.
With a low, guttural growl of impatience, she leaned down. She didn’t use her hands; instead, she caught the metal tab of his zipper between her teeth. With a sharp jerk of her head, the metal gave way with a satisfying *shreeeeck.*
She didn’t stop there, going for the waistband of his boxers next with her teeth. After another strong pull, his large, tensed member greeted the eager audience.
The sight seemed to paralyze the demoness for a heartbeat. She leaned in with her nose brushing against the hot skin as she took three sharp, frantic sniffs for good measure now that there was nothing between her nose and her coveted target.
A look of pure, unadulterated ecstasy washed over her face. The “battle junkie” was gone, replaced entirely by a devotee at her altar.
Then, she claimed him.
Her mouth enveloped him in one smooth motion. The heat was instantaneous and searing. Calypso’s eyes fluttered shut, her long lashes resting against her flushed cheeks, and a muffled moan of absolute bliss vibrated through her throat. She looked utterly fulfilled, as if the act itself was the only thing in the universe that mattered.
On either side of him, the rest of the vanguard didn’t stay idle.
Aria and Nyx worked on his upper body, their fingers flying over his buttons and sleeves. They peeled the fabric away from his shoulders, their eyes locked onto Calypso’s rhythmic movements.
Luna and Bastet handled his boots and socks, their touches lingering on his calves.
The room was filled with the sound of Calypso’s wet, fervent suckling and the soft, melodic giggles of the other four.
“Look at her,” Luna whispered with crimson cheeks as she watched the demoness work with such singular, frantic focus.
“She’s just a hungry gal… Kai teased her too much, and then she had to listen to the Vaelira gang’s nonsense… She entered manic mode.” Nyx giggled, leaning down to press a kiss to Kaiden’s bare chest while his shirt was tossed carelessly to the floor. “And our Kai is the only meal she ever wants. Mwah!”
Bastet purred, her golden eyes slitting with arousal as she watched the way Kaiden’s muscles rippled under the faint light of the room, just bright enough to be perfectly atmospheric.
Then, all the girls activated themselves.