10x Rewards: Conquering Women and Taming Beauties-Chapter 44: A Foursome III: Disvirgining Liv (!8+ - )

The whitish mess of Vale’s squirt was still warm against my skin, a physical testament to her lack of restraint. She lay there, chest heaving, the light flickering against her damp skin. Her eyes were unfocused, trapped in the hazy chemical afterglow that only a high-level succubus could generate. I didn’t give her time to settle. My hand remained clamped over her thigh, my thumb digging into the sensitive inner muscle to remind her who owned this moment.

Faevy didn’t stop. She was a predator in her own right, her tongue swirling around the crown of my cock to clean off the stray droplets of Vale’s essence. She looked up at me, her green eyes shimmering with a mix of submissiveness and a desperate need to be the one who finally broke my composure.

I wasn’t interested in her teasing games anymore. I wanted depth.

"Don’t just lick it, Faevy. Swallow the pride you have left along with it," I growled.

She let out a muffled whimper, her throat opening as she took me back in. This time, I didn’t let her dictate the pace. I thrust my hips forward, bottoming out against the back of her throat. I felt her body seize, her hands clawing at my thighs as her gag reflex triggered. Her eyes teared up, the salt mixing with the saliva coating my shaft. I held her there for five long seconds, asserting my dominance over her breath itself, before pulling back just enough to let her gasp for air.

Beside us, Liv was still trembling. Her pure aura was being systematically dismantled by the sights and sounds of the room. She was the weakest link here, a girl whose innocence was a thin veil over a deep, untapped hunger. I turned my attention to her, my gaze tracing the snowy white lines of her slender frame. She looked like a sacrificial lamb, and that only made my blood boil with a darker intensity.

"Liv. Come here," I commanded.

She stumbled forward, her legs nearly giving way. She knelt beside Faevy, her small hands hovering uncertainly near my waist. I reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at the display of Faevy struggling to contain me.

"Look at her. This is what happens when you try to play games with me. Do you want to be treated like a pet, or do you want to be treated like a woman?"

Liv’s lips parted, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "A... a woman, Aristarkh. Please."

"Then prove it. Vale is too busy drowning in her own juices to lead you right now. Take her place."

I pulled my cock from Faevy’s mouth with a wet pop. The air hit the sensitive skin, and the throbbing veins along the shaft seemed to pulse in time with the flickering lights. I didn’t go for a pussy yet. I wanted to see how far their sisterhood would bend under my will. I laid back against the cold floor, pulling Vale toward my left side and Liv toward my right. Faevy remained at the center, looking like a discarded toy.

"Vale, wake up," I said, slapping her cheek lightly.

The succubus blinked, her pupils slowly constricting as she regained a semblance of reality. She looked at Liv, then at Faevy, and finally at me. The shame of being seen in such a state by her subordinates should have been enough to make her recoil, but the curse of her species was working in my favor. The shame only acted as fuel.

"You... you’re so cruel," Vale whispered, though her hand was already reaching for my cock again.

"Cruelty is a matter of perspective, Vale. To me, this is just efficient training. Now, show Liv how a leader serves her master."

I forced Vale’s head down toward Liv’s lap. The shift in dynamic was palpable. Vale, the high princess, was now being ordered to pleasure a girl who was theoretically her inferior.

Vale hesitated for a fraction of a second before her tongue darted out, tasting the nectar already seeping from Liv’s average sized but tight pussy. Liv let out a high pitched shriek, her back arching as she felt the expert touch of a succubus. Vale knew exactly where to lick, how to stimulate the nerves in ways a human couldn’t.

While they were occupied, I grabbed Faevy by the waist and pulled her onto my lap. She didn’t need instructions. She straddled me, her green panties long gone, her wet heat pressing against my stomach. She was desperate to be the one I chose to fill.

"You’re so eager, Faevy. Do you think you’re better than Vale?" I teased, my hands roaming over her C-cup breasts, pinching the nipples until she cried out.

"No... but I’m the one who’s ready right now," she panted, her hips grinding against me in a circular motion.

I looked down at the scene. Vale was buried between Liv’s legs, her long hair draped over Liv’s white thighs. Liv was weeping openly now, her hands clutching at Vale’s shoulders as she reached a peak she had clearly never experienced before. The contrast between Vale’s experienced, calculated movements and Liv’s raw, virginal reactions was a masterpiece of erotic chaos.

I reached down and hooked my fingers into Faevy’s pussy, finding her G-spot instantly. She was so flooded that my fingers slipped inside with zero resistance. I started a rapid, hooking motion, my eyes locked on Vale.

"Vale, look up. See what I’m doing to your favorite little soldier."

Vale paused her ministrations, her face smeared with Liv’s fluids. She watched as I worked Faevy over, my fingers disappearing into the girl’s heat. The jealousy in Vale’s eyes was delicious. She wanted me inside her, but she was trapped by my command to service Liv.

"Does it hurt, Vale? Knowing that while you’re working for her pleasure, I’m the one providing Faevy’s?"

"Fuck me... please, Aristarkh... I can’t take it anymore," Vale begged, her voice cracking.

"Not yet. I haven’t even started with Liv."

I pushed Faevy off me, ignoring her whimper of protest. I crawled over to Liv, who was still shaking from Vale’s tongue. I pushed Vale aside roughly and moved between Liv’s legs. She looked up at me with wide, tear filled eyes. She was terrified and worshipful all at once.

I didn’t use my cock yet. I wanted to break her mental barriers first. I leaned down, whispering into her ear while my hand moved to her clit. "You’re the prettiest of the three, Liv. Did you know that? So fragile. I wonder how many thrusts it will take to break you."

Liv couldn’t even answer. She just let out a sob as my thumb began a brutal, fast paced rhythm on her nub. She wasn’t built for this level of intensity. Her body was a delicate instrument, and I was playing it like a war drum.

I positioned the head of my cock at Liv’s entrance. She was wet, but she was tight—far tighter than Vale or Faevy. I could feel the resistance of her virginity, a barrier that represented her last shred of dignity. I looked over at Vale and Faevy, who were both watching with bated breath.

"Watch closely," I said. "This is how a master claims a soul."

With one sudden, violent lunge, I drove myself into her.

The scream that left Liv’s throat was unlike anything I’d heard before. It wasn’t just a moan of pain or pleasure; it was the sound of a foundation cracking. I felt the snap of the hymen, the sudden rush of heat as my cock buried itself to the hilt in her narrow passage. She was so tight it felt like she was trying to crush my shaft. I stayed still for a moment, letting her body register the intrusion, letting the pain turn into the heavy, thrumming ache of lust.

Vale and Faevy moved in closer, their own hands moving over their bodies as they watched me claim the youngest among them. The room was thick with the scent of sex, creating a sensory prison that none of us wanted to leave.

I began to move. Slow, agonizingly deep thrusts that forced Liv’s small frame to slide across the floor. Each time I pulled back, I could see the blood and juices coating my shaft, and each time I slammed back in, Liv’s eyes rolled further back into her head. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

This was only the beginning. I had three women and a locked room. I would spend the next few hours ensuring that none of them would ever be able to look at another man again.

I quickened the pace, my physical power surging through my veins.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

The sound of my flesh hitting Liv’s snowy white ass echoed through the room, a rhythmic reminder of who was in control. I looked at the three of them and smiled in pure delight. The real fun was just getting started.