Chapter 477: Chapter 477- Another World’s Info

He grabbed both of her nipples.

His fingers found them through the water — the dark, stiff peaks pressed against the stone edge — and he pinched them together between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling them backward toward him while his hips drove forward.

The opposing forces made Preet’s whole body a bowstring.

Pah! Pah! PAAAH!

"KUYAAANGHH~!! HNGHHH~!! YIAAANGHHH~!!"

Her Iron Flesh muscles seized around his cock with every thrust, tighter than any cunt he’d broken today, the bloodline making her anal walls a vice that burned and crushed simultaneously. Her brown skin flushed dark red across her shoulders, water droplets flying from her hair with every impact.

Her eyes rolled fully back.

She remembered last night.

The wedding bed. White sheets. Her husband’s face in the doorway while Raven had plunged into her cunt from behind — her pride destroyed in three strokes, her body betraying her in ten, her pussy flooding the bed before the first hour was done. She had become a fountain. She had screamed at the ceiling and hated herself for every second of it.

’Just like now,’ she thought.

Her juices were leaking into the pool water.

She could feel them — the warm, thick pulse of her own arousal mixing with the turquoise below her hips, her cunt weeping despite the fact that nothing was touching it, her body’s complete and total capitulation to the cock destroying her ass.

She turned her head sideways.

She wanted to say something to Yuna. To Kira. To anyone beside her who was watching with those wide, hungry, terrified eyes.

She opened her mouth.

What came out was not words.

"NNGH~!! H-HA—!! HAAAH—!!"

He thrust harder.

Her face hit the stone edge. Her chin scraped the tile. She grabbed the lip with both arms and held on while he pounded her from behind, the water churning white around their hips, her strong thighs trembling beneath the surface.

Thirty minutes.

He fucked her for thirty minutes.

It felt like being unmade, rebuilt, and unmade again.

When he finally flooded her anal with a thick, hot load — his cock pulsing deep, seed filling her in waves — she collapsed against the pool edge with her arms hanging over it, her ass still lifted, a slow white leak beginning between her brown cheeks and dissolving into the turquoise below.

He pulled out.

He stepped sideways.

He moved to Yuna without ceremony.

The fallen seraph had been watching Preet’s destruction with her pale thighs pressed together underwater, her spread ass trembling, her hands white on the stone edge. The tarnished gold of her bloodline flickered under her skin — wanting, ashamed of the wanting, wanting harder because of the shame.

He grabbed her hair.

He didn’t enter her ass. He entered her cunt — one brutal stroke from behind, his eleven inches plunging through her soaked entrance until his balls slapped her clit and his crown kissed her cervix.

Yuna’s seraph voice broke.

"HIIEEENNGHH~!! L-LORD~!! I—!!"

Her pale tits smashed against the stone edge, her nipples scraping the tile, her fallen grace making her cunt clench with the specific, desperate suction of a divine creature reduced to a vessel.

He leaned over her back.

His mouth found her ear.

"Listen," he said.

He thrust.

Pah!

"The world we’re entering," he said, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm while Yuna’s eyes rolled, "has two routes."

Pah!

"AANGH~!!"

"The first," he continued, as if he were not currently balls-deep in a fallen angel, "is the Arrival Chamber. Direct entry. I come in as a top-rank hero, full power, full standing."

He reached around and grabbed her left tit, squeezing the pale flesh until milk-white fluid — not milk, just the particular compression of a woman being gripped too hard — beaded at her nipple.

"That was the route I would have taken," he said.

He thrust harder.

PAH!

"NGHHAAA~!! S-SORRY—!! I—!!"

"If not," he said, "for weak women."

The words landed in the pool like stones.

Yuna’s cunt clenched around him involuntarily, her body’s apology preceding her mind’s.

"I’m sorry—" she gasped, and she didn’t know what she was apologizing for, didn’t know what she had done, but the words came out anyway, helpless and broken. "I’m sorry, Lord, I’m sorry—"

He pinched her nipple.

"Sorry," Kira echoed from the adjacent position, unprompted, her hands tight on the stone edge.

"Sorry—" Clara breathed from further down.

"I’m sorry—" Priya whispered, her Ember Root palms glowing faint red beneath the water.

He moved to Kira.

He pulled out of Yuna — she made a sound like something being emptied — and stepped sideways to the dojo girl. He grabbed Kira’s firm, dark nipple and pulled it backward, and her disciplined body’s reaction was a short, sharp cry that she immediately tried to suppress.

She couldn’t.

He pushed into her cunt from behind.

PAH!

"KYAANGHH~!!"

"The second route," he said, his hips resuming their lecture rhythm, "is the Labyrinth."

Pah! Pah!

"ANNGHH~!! L-LORD—!!"

"A doorway," he continued. "Another world’s simulation. The demon king war at its beginning." He twisted Kira’s nipple, making her cry again. "Those who entered from this world — they’ve spent ten years there. In the Labyrinth."

Pah!

"While here," he said, "only one hour has passed."

He let that settle.

He felt it move through the pool — the information processing through women who were being fucked or watching being fucked, the mathematics of it landing in their minds while their bodies were occupied with completely different arithmetic.

Kira’s cunt clenched.

"NGHH~!! S-Sorry—!! I’m sorry for being weak—!!"

She still didn’t know what she was apologizing for.

He moved to Priya.

The Ember Root woman’s warm cunt received him with a gasp of steam — literally, the heat differential between her bloodline-warmed interior and the pool water creating a faint mist at the junction of their bodies. He drove into her from behind, his hands finding her glowing brown hips, her warmth enveloping his shaft in a way that was different from every other woman.

"HIEEENGHH~!! H-HOT—!! TOO HOT—!!"

He thrust.

PAH!

"When we arrive in the Labyrinth," he said, "we won’t meet beginners."

Pah! Pah!

"ANNGHHH~!!"

"We’ll meet people who have spent ten years there. Who’ve become natives. Who’ve built power and alliances and histories in a world that runs faster than ours." He grabbed Priya’s right breast, squeezing the firm mound until she cried. "That’s what we’re walking into."

He pinched her clit.

"NGHHAAA~!! I’M SORRY~!! I’M SORRY LORD~!!"

She was sobbing. She was coming simultaneously. The two things were indistinguishable.

He moved down the line.

Clara. Fatima. Jennifer. Nara.

Woman after woman. Three minutes each, four, five — enough to ruin them, not enough to finish them, the specific cruelty of a man who could sustain this pace for hours and knew it.

Each one received a portion of his lecture between her screams.

Each one apologized for a weakness she couldn’t name.

Clara’s Aqua Sovereign cunt squirted twice around him before he moved on, leaving her gasping with her tits mashed against the stone and her cunt gaping and dripping.

Fatima’s enormous tits pressed so hard against the pool edge that they spread over both sides, and when he grabbed them from behind and squeezed, she made a sound so low and resonant it vibrated the water’s surface.