Invincible Blood Sorceror

Chapter 110: I will have a harem of plenty milfs

She heard Katisana’s moans, deeper and more resonant than her own, and saw the woman’s claws scrape down Jorghan’s back, drawing faint lines of blood.

’Slap. Slap. Slap.’

The sound was relentless.

”See?” Jorghan grunted, his hips never slowing, his eyes drilling into Sarhita’s soul.

”This is who I am. This is what I want. Can you take it? Or will you run back to your desert?”

Tears of rage and a strange, unbearable arousal welled in Sarhita’s eyes.

She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t.

The sight of him taking another woman, of his raw dominance on full display, was horrifying and electrifying.

Katisana, lost in her own ecstasy, opened her eyes and saw Sarhita watching.

Instead of shame or anger, a spark of dark complicity flashed in her gaze. Her breathing was ragged.

”Jorghan...” she moaned, her voice strained.

”Do not... let her just watch... She burns for it... Fuck her, too... Fuck us both...”

The words hung in the air, a forbidden, impossible invitation.

Jorghan didn’t hesitate.

He pulled out of Katisana with a wet sound, leaving her gasping and leaning against the wall. He stalked toward Sarhita, his cock slick and gleaming.

He didn’t ask.

He grabbed her by the hips, spun her around, and bent her over a large, flat boulder, her chest pressed against the sun-warmed stone. He stretched her legs enough for him to meet her wet, glistening cave.

Before she could even process it, he was entering her from behind, a familiar, stretching fullness that made her cry out.

’Aaaah!’ Her fingers scrambled for purchase on the rock.

”Now you,” he growled over his shoulder to Katisana.

The Elder pushed herself from the wall, her movements fast and sure.

She came to stand in front of Sarhita, her teal body blocking the view of the desert. Sarhita stared up at her, at the fierce, beautiful face of the woman she had just been jealous of.

Katisana reached down, her fingers tangling in Sarhita’s hair, not roughly, but with a firm, guiding pressure.

”Look at me, girl,” Katisana commanded, her voice husky.

As Jorghan pounded into Sarhita from behind, Katisana leaned down and captured her mouth in a searing, salty kiss.

It was the final barrier shattering.

Sarhita’s mind went blank.

The feeling of Jorghan filling her, slamming into her, combined with the taste and feel of Katisana’s mouth on hers and the scent of the desert on her skin, was an overload that short-circuited every thought, every protest.

A broken, muffled moan escaped her into Katisana’s mouth.

’Mmmmphhh!’

Katisana broke the kiss, her own breath coming in hot pants.

She moved lower, her mouth latching onto one of Sarhita’s breasts, sucking and nipping with a tuned ferocity that sent new jolts of pleasure straight to Sarhita’s core.

’Schllliiip. Nnggh.’

Jorghan was a machine behind her, his grip on her hips bruising, his grunts animalistic.

’Huh! Huh! Huh!’

He was fucking her and watching her be devoured by another woman, and the sheer, shameless depravity of it all pushed her higher and higher.

”Together,” Katisana gasped, pulling away from Sarhita’s breast, her eyes glazed.

”Finish in us together, Jorghan.”

With a final, monumental roar, Jorghan obeyed.

He drove deep into Sarhita, his body shuddering violently as his release flooded her hot interior. At the same moment, Katisana pressed herself against Sarhita’s front, grinding her own wet heat against Sarhita’s thigh, a guttural cry tearing from her own throat as she found her climax against the Omatikaya’s skin.

The three of them collapsed into a heap of tangled limbs, sweat-slicked red skin, and heaving breaths against the unyielding desert stone.

The silence returned, but it was different now.

It was thick, charged, and irrevocably changed.

Jorghan lay between them, one arm under each of their necks, a king on a throne of flesh and submission.

Sarhita, her body humming and utterly spent, looked across his chest and met Katisana’s eyes. There was no more anger. There was only a deep, shocking, and terrifying understanding.

-

The heavy, post-coital silence was broken by the crunch of careful footsteps on the dry gravel outside their rocky shelter.

Jorghan’s eyes, which had been closed in sated languor, snapped open. Sarhita and Katisana tensed simultaneously, their bodies, still slick and intertwined, going rigid.

A shadow fell across the entrance, smaller and more hesitant than Katisana’s had been.

A human girl stood there, her hand shielding her eyes from the sun as she peered into the dim shade. She was young, with a wild tangle of black hair and a smattering of freckles across her nose. Her clothes were dusty and practical, but they couldn’t hide the lean strength in her frame.

”Jorghan?” Her voice was a mix of relief and sharp annoyance.

”I’ve been tracking you for half a day. Your aunt is having a fit; you were supposed to be back at the fence hours ago to...”

Her words died in her throat as her eyes fully adjusted to the light.

She saw it all.

She saw her cousin, naked and glistening with sweat, lounging like a contented predator. She saw the two Nuwe’rak women pressed against him, their long limbs entangled with his, their red skin marked with the evidence of his passion.

The air was thick, humid, and reeked of sex.

Jorghan was like a child between the two women.

Scarlett’s face, already flushed from the heat, drained of color and then flooded with a deep, mortified crimson. Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Her wide, green eyes darted from Jorghan’s smug face to Sarhita’s defensive glare to Katisana’s cool, unreadable gaze.

Sarhita moved first, a low growl rumbling in her chest as she tried to untangle herself, a fresh wave of shame and anger washing over her at being discovered in such a compromising position by Scarlett.

Katisana, however, seemed utterly unperturbed. She simply watched the girl, a faint, curious tilt to her head, making no move to cover herself.