Chapter 1452: Impatient Traitor (r-18)

Nobody saw it coming, least of all Phei who prided himself on seeing everything!

He was still slumped against the edge of the sunken pool with his legs dangling in the steaming water and his chest rising and falling in slow, spent breaths, when Valentina rose out of the water in front of him like a lioness who had grown tired of waiting her turn.

She didn’t ask much less announce her intent when she planted her right knee on the stone beside his hip and then her left before she swung herself up into his lap with the easy grace and wrapped her right hand around his cock.

All fifteen inches of it stood rock-hard from their worship, rising from her fist like a black iron spire with its veins raised like ivy climbing an old wall— the broad crown was already beading again as if her touch alone had been enough.

"Valentina—" the Goddess stared in utter disbelief.

Valentina paid no one any attention and lined his crown up against her pussy and sank herself onto it like she was determined to impale herself fully.

But even Valentina wasn’t that reckless— she took him slowly even with all her determination— his crown pressed against her entrance and she held it there with her thighs trembling— Phei felt her pussy stretch around his crown slowly, her small pink mouth was pale and straining at the broad head of his cock as it forced her open one agonizing fraction at a time.

Her tight ring went white under the pressure while her inner folds dragged taut and glossy as her nectar glossed his flare. Her breath hitched and her nails bit into his shoulders before her entrance gave like a flower bud forced to bloom, with a wet, sudden yield— his crown slipped inside her.

Valentina threw both arms around his neck and clung to him so tightly he could feel her heart hammering against his chest while her breasts crushed soft and finely firm-warm against him— her nipples dragged across Phei’s skin— the athletic lines of her body was a trembling mess as her pussy took the first hard inches of his cock.

"Ahh— gods— Phei—"

Silence fell over the pool to let her voice echo through.

Delilah’s mouth fell open and Soraya clutched the stone ledge, while Melissa’s violet eyes went wide and even the Goddess’s elegant brows climbed toward her hairline. Four pairs of eyes stared at Valentina with the shocked accusation of women who had just watched a sister break a truce nobody had actually agreed to as they watched the first inches of his cock disappear into Valentina’s stretched pussy.

"Valentina," Delilah breathed. "You traitor."

Valentina turned her head on Phei’s shoulder just enough to glare at them— utterly unrepentant. "I don’t care," she gasped. "I don’t care, I need him, I need him so bad—"

Delilah opened her mouth to argue, then closed it again. Soraya bit her lip as her gaze dropped to where Phei’s crown was lodged inside Valentina’s pussy, its pink ring gripping him tight while a thin shine of her nectar already ran down his shaft, and she nodded slowly.

"...Yeah," Soraya admitted. "Yeah, that’s fair."

"So fair," Delilah agreed weakly.

Across the pool, the Goddess and Melissa looked at each other; they understood the feeling perfectly.

The only reason neither of them had thrown herself onto him the way Valentina just had was that Phei had already ravaged them both so thoroughly that their bodies were still humming with it, and these young bloods hadn’t had their turn yet since he came back—

So of course they were starving.

The Goddess smiled faintly, and Melissa hid her own smile behind her right hand.

Phei, meanwhile, had stopped listening to any of them.

He slid both hands down Valentina’s back and cupped her ass, firm and round and strong beneath his palms— his fingers sank into the athletic muscle and spread her just enough that he felt her pussy grip his crown, and he held her there, steady, while she adjusted:

"Easy," he murmured into her hair. "Easy, love. Let me help you."

He lowered her slowly and fed his cock into her pussy inch by inch while Valentina whimpered against his neck; her pussy stretched around his shaft as her inner petals were drawn inward with each slow push and her walls clung and fluttered and gripped his cock as if they couldn’t decide whether to welcome it or fight it.

Her thighs shook on either side of his hips while her nectar ran down his shaft and dripped onto the stone. Five inches— and she sobbed his name. Six— and her back curved. Seven— and her nails left crescents in his shoulders while her breasts rose and fell against his chest with every shaky breath, her nipples tight and dragging.

"So big," Valentina moaned. "Gods, I forgot how big—"

"You didn’t forget," Phei said, and lowered her another inch. "You just like hearing yourself say it."

Eight. Nine.

Val’s whole body trembled in his hands.

Phei pulled her down the final inch she could take in one firm stroke; his crown slammed home into the deepest wall of her pussy with ten inches buried inside her, and the impact punched the air clean out of her lungs.

Valentina’s mouth fell open into a soundless gasp; her head snapped back while her eyes rolled in a very lewd manner, and for one long, suspended moment she couldn’t breathe at all to make a sound and could only cling her pussy to his cock and shake and spasmed so violently, impaled to her limit while the rest inches of his cock stood outside her like the unsheathed half of a blade, veined and gleaming against her soaked lips.

Her stretched pussy gripped his cock like a silk ring sealed around a king’s finger, her push was glossy and trembling as her body.

"Haah— Phei— oh gods—"

He held her there and let her feel it.

He kissed her throat and her collarbone and the corner of her open mouth and waited until the first shock of it melted into something else, and his right hand left her ass long enough to cup her left breast and stroke her stiff nipple with his thumb while she adjusted.

Valentina began to roll her waist sensually.

And gods, could she roll.

Her waist moved in a slow, sinuous circle that started in her hips and rippled up through her spine— her ass followed and rolled in his palms in a deep liquid figure-eight that ground his cock against every wall inside her pussy.

She made sure she wasn’t bouncing or rising and kept rolling in smooth and deep and controlled— her pelvis tilted forward and back in a rhythm so practiced and so fluid that it looked less like sex and more like a dance she had been born knowing— every roll dragged her clit across the base of his shaft while every circle twisted her pussy around his cock in a slow, wringing squeeze.

Her breasts swayed with the motion, big and bare with her nipples tight, while the athletic lines of her body gleamed with water and sweat.

The others stared. Valentina had always been the athlete among them, the one who trained, the one with a body built for power and endurance, but none of them had seen her use it quite like this.

"Look at her," Soraya breathed in amazement. "Look at her waist."

Phei was looking— he couldn’t do anything else.

He gripped her ass tighter with both hands until his fingers sank into her firm, rolling muscle, and he met her rhythm with his own, slow, merciless thrust-rolls that pushed his cock up into her pussy as she rolled down onto it.

He didn’t hurry or speed up the foundation she’d set and simply ground his cock into her, deep and slow and relentless, his hips rising to meet each roll of hers so that every circle she made pressed his crown harder against her deepest wall, while the wet slap of her ass against his thighs sounded soft and obscene and her stretched pussy shone around his cock.

Valentina threw her head back and moaned.

It was a long, full-throated sound that echoed off the tiles of the bathing chamber, and her back bowed into a deep, impossible arch so deep that her wet hair brushed the stone behind her and her breasts lifted toward the ceiling like offerings raised at an altar.

Phei caught her with his left arm around her waist before she could fall and held her there, he bent her backward over his arm like a drawn bow and kept rolling his cock up into her pussy, slow and deep, while she moaned and moaned.

"Phei— yes— gods, yes— just like that—"

He bent his head and took her right breast into his mouth.

He kissed it first, soft and reverent, and then took her nipple between his lips and sucked it slow and deep in time with the roll of his hips, and Valentina cried out as her pussy clenched hard around his cock. He moved to her left breast and did it again, sucking and licking and kissing the firm flushed curve while his cock ground into her and his left arm held her arched back steady, and he filled his mouth with her while his tongue flicked her stiff peak.

The others did not stay still either—