Chapter 279 – Control (18 )
He turned her, pushed her back toward the bed, and guided her down next to Naomi.
Two won.
Bare. Gorgeous. Breathing hard.
Waiting.
His.
He knelt between them and wrapped one hand around Naomi’s throat—not choking, just holding, letting her feel the control.
His other hand slid between Rava’s thighs, fingers teasing her already-wet folds, stroking her clit with slow, maddening circles.
Both of them squird.
Both of them moaned.
And Lux?
Lux smirked.
"I’m going to ruin your ability to walk tomorrow," he said matter-of-factly. "And you’re going to thank ."
Naomi tried to roll her hips.
Lux’s grip tightened—just enough to freeze her. "I said stay."
She gasped, eyes wide and pupils blown.
He leaned in—kissed her again—but this ti slower. Darker. His fingers slid inside Rava at the sa ti, curling up to hit the spot he knew made her cry out.
Rava arched. "Lux—!" Her fingers crumpled the bedsheets. She moaned like a cat in heat.
"Shhh," he said, pulling his mouth away from Naomi. "Don’t rush it."
His pheromones thickened in the air—honey-slick heat that made both won pant like the air had turned into aphrodisiac fog.
[Naomi Affection: 20]
[Rava Arousal: MAXED]
[System Notice: Lust Aura Overclocked – Intensity doubled in close proximity]
His heart beat fast.
No...
Their hearts beat fast.
He kissed down Naomi’s body, teeth grazing her nipples, tongue circling each one until her moans turned into helpless gasps. Then he moved to Rava—lips tasting her salt-sweet skin, breath hot against her navel.
"I’m going to show you what an incubus was designed to do," he muttered.
Naomi’s legs twitched.
Rava’s tentacles curled tight around the bedfra.
Then—he positioned himself.
Right between them.
Naomi’s legs on one side, spread and trembling.
Rava’s slick folds open and flushed on the other.
And Lux?
Lux looked between them like a man selecting wine for a feast.
"I can’t decide," he said, voice casual, cock thick and dripping with precum. "So I’ll have both."
He leaned in—first licking Rava, slow and deep, drawing a scream from her lips. Then shifted—tongue flicking Naomi’s clit, fingers sliding inside her with perfect pressure.
Naomi sobbed, hips bucking.
Rava moaned, loud and broken.
He alternated. Again. And again. Until both of them were a ss of sound and sweat and desperate little pleas.
Naomi ca first—with a cry that echoed through the room, her thighs clenching around Lux’s head.
Rava followed a second later, tentacles spasming as she arched, gasping his na like it was a spell.
He pulled back, wiped his mouth, and stood over them like a god of sin and ruin.
Both girls panting. Shaking. Ruined.
Lux stroked himself once. Twice.
Then smirked.
"Lesson one," he said, voice low. "Never challenge a man who knows your body better than you do."
They stared up at him—eyes glazed, lips parted.
He climbed onto the bed again, positioning between them.
His cock lined up with Rava now—slick and begging.
She moaned. "Please—Lux—"
He grabbed her thighs. "Say it."
"I want you," she gasped. "I want all of you—"
And he slamd into her.
She scread.
Naomi moaned just from watching.
Lux didn’t hold back.
He claid Rava—deep, hard, fast. Every thrust made her whole body jolt. Her tentacles curled around his arms, her voice ragged from how hard she was moaning.
But even then—
He leaned over mid-thrust to kiss Naomi.
"You’re next," he whispered.
And this?
This was balance restored.
Lux—the incubus. The CFO. The King of Controlled Chaos.
Back in charge.
Rava was still trembling under him, her tentacles clinging to his arms and shoulders like velvet chains, body jolting with every deep thrust. She wasn’t shy about the noise either—every moan was a full-throated declaration, every scream a press release of just how thoroughly she was being ruined.
Lux slowed, grinding deep inside her, savoring her whimper. His lips brushed her ear.
"You thought you could run this boardroom," he whispered, voice a low growl. "But look at you now. Writhing. Begging. Squirming on my cock like a debtor begging for forgiveness."
Her eyes rolled, mouth forming his na again and again. One tentacle curled tight around his wrist as if to anchor herself to him.
But then his gaze slid sideways.
Naomi.
She was sprawled on the bed beside them, flushed and panting, dress ripped open, her breasts still rising with each desperate breath. Her thighs squeezed together like she was trying to hold herself back. Like she was jealous.
Lux smirked. ’Perfect.’
He pulled out of Rava, slow and deliberate, ignoring her desperate whine. His cock glead wet, thick, and pulsing with heat. He turned to Naomi.
"Your turn."
Her eyes widened, then darkened, lust swirling with nervousness. "Lux—"
"Spread," he ordered.
She obeyed instantly, thighs opening like a door to temptation. Her folds glistened, already dripping, her body aching for him.
He positioned himself over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her chin to make her look at him. "You’ve been quiet," he murmured. "Watching. Waiting. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how wet you are?"
Her breath hitched. "I—"
His cock pushed against her entrance, stretching her slowly, forcing a gasp from her lips.
"Oh f*ck—"
"Not f*ck yet," he growled, sliding just the tip inside, making her squirm. "Not until you say it."
Her eyes glazed, tears prickling from the intensity of holding back. "Say—what?"
"Who owns this?" he asked, thrusting shallow, teasing her. "Who owns your body, Naomi?"
She whimpered, back arching. "You—Lux—it’s yours—"
"Good girl," he said, and slamd into her in one brutal stroke.
Naomi scread.
The sound cracked through the room, raw and broken, like she hadn’t realized how badly she needed it until that exact second.
Lux groaned against her neck, biting down just enough to mark her while his hips pistoned, driving into her over and over.
Naomi clutched at him, nails dragging red trails down his back, her moans turning into incoherent babble. "Lux—don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop—"
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