Chapter 90 Move.

Chapter 90: 90 Move.

Ayra pulled back just long enough to say, "I apologize for my shameful inadequacy, Princess! Oh, I’m sure I deserve a terrible punishment for such sloppy technique! Perhaps you should demonstrate the proper method so I might learn from your obvious superiority?"

"Hmmph. Well, obviously. Watch and learn." Elsa shouldered in beside her and took over, and the difference was immediate. Where Ayra was enthusiastic and sloppy, Elsa was romantically devoted in her ministrations. We all had it, but somehow her use of the Gift of the Golden Tongue turned out to be more intense than even last time. She looked up at me through her golden lashes while she worked, blue eyes holding mine, and I had to white-knuckle the sheets to keep from embarrassing myself inside of thirty seconds.

"God, hold it in, would you?" Clementine growled from the sidelines. "I barely worked myself up yet. Your dick is too pretty. I have to get over being wowed by how good it looks before it can even turn me on properly."

My brows furrowed. "Thanks?"

"Whatever, fuckface."

Then the duo started tag-teaming me, and I’m pretty sure you could see the exact moment my soul left my body as I tried to hold my climax in a little longer. One would work the shaft while the other focused on the head, switching off with a coordination that told me they’d absolutely war-gamed this scenario at some point when I wasn’t in the room. Ayra’s hand found a rhythm while Elsa’s tongue did something very complementary. "Gluck, gluck, gluck," she went as she throated me ever deeper.

"Juniper!" Elsa pulled back and dabbed at the corner of her mouth with one delicate finger while Ayra took over. "Come kiss your champion. His mouth is unoccupied and that seems like a waste."

"I was just about to sit on it, actually," Clementine sighed. "But you go first. You probably won’t want to kiss him afterwards."

Juniper flinched at both Clementine and Elsa’s words, then hesitated at the doorway. I could see the internal debate playing out across her face. Then she uncrossed her arms and slithered forward. The soft brush of her scales on the mattress sent a shiver up my spine that had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the fact that I was currently getting double-teamed by an elf and a dog-girl while a demonkin snake-woman approached me for smoochies.

"This is like the weirdest hentai I’ve ever watched, and I’ve watched a ton of hentai," Clementine sighed.

"What are your tags?" I dared to ask between ragged breaths.

She blushed. "I will never tell."

Juniper coiled up beside the bed, bringing her face level with mine. Those crimson, vertically-slitted eyes searched my face for something, maybe permission. Maybe she was looking for her own courage.

"Hey there, pretty lady," I chuckled.

"Hello, Champion." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her Russian-esque accent nice and thick. Her crimson eyes bore into mine for one more second, and then she leaned in and kissed me.

I’d spent a lot of time thinking about what kissing Juniper would be like. I’d figured it would be soft, tentative, reserved like the rest of her. What I got was soft for exactly two seconds before her forked tongue slipped past my lips and I discovered that "forked" meant "capable of doing two completely independent things at the same time inside my mouth." The twin tips traced along my tongue in different directions simultaneously, curled around it from both sides, explored my teeth, the roof of my mouth, the sensitive spot behind my lower lip that I didn’t even know was sensitive until right that second.

I was still getting double-blown throughout this whole process, by the way.

Anyway, when she finally pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected us, and her dark cheeks were flushed all the way up to her horns. The golden ornament caps on her ivory ram horns drew my eyes, and for a second she looked almost bashful, which was pretty cute for a woman who could call down a meteor.

"You taste nice," she said, sounding genuinely surprised.

"You’re not so bad yourself."

"Wait’ll you taste my pussy," Clementine barked from the sidelines, one arm crossed under her chest while the other cupped her mouth to make sure her heckle was heard. "Fuckin’ dickhead."

Even though the horse really ruined the moment, Juniper smiled, and her posture loosened. My hands found the hem of her top and she let me lift it. She even helped, raising her arms, and what tumbled free nearly stopped my heart.

I’d been calling them weapons-grade mammaries since the day she arrived, and I want you to know that I was underselling it. I’d seen Juniper’s chest straining against fabric, had analyzed the way her tops fought for their lives every time she moved, but nothing on Our Lord and Savior’s green earth could have prepared me for the full, unobstructed tiddy drop.

They were enormous, dark-skinned, heavy, the kind of absolutely oppressive bazooka tatas that men went to war to protect. They had a natural weight and sway that made me want to write a formal letter of gratitude to whatever cosmic entity was responsible for demonkin genetics.

Dear Sir or Madam, I get it now. I understand the meaning of life. Thank you. Your bro, Grey.

I cupped one in each hand and they overflowed my grip by a margin that was frankly embarrassing to my hand size, and I had big hands. I pulled her closer and took one nipple into my mouth, and Juniper made a sound that she clearly had not planned on making. It was low, trembling, helpless, and came from somewhere deep in her chest. She tried to swallow it and couldn’t. Her forked tongue flickered against my ear while I sucked, both tips tracing the shell of it independently, and her coils tightened around the bedframe hard enough to make the wood creak.

Below, Elsa and Ayra continued their collaborative effort on Grey 2: A New Hope, and the combined sensation of Juniper’s breasts in my hands and mouth plus two tongues working my dick was pushing me toward a cliff I couldn’t see the bottom of.

"I’m getting close," I warned, always a fan of transparency—and not just when it came to lingerie.

"Then give it to us, my love!" Elsa cooed from below, her voice going all sweet and encouraging. "Ayra, open wide! Don’t you dare waste a drop of my champion’s precious gift!"

"I am always prepared for Master’s blessed essence! Though I’m sure my clumsy mouth will fail to catch it all, and the terrible, horrible punishment that awaits me will be—"

I came so hard I saw Chris Hemsworth dressed as Thor giving me a double thumbs up for about five seconds.

Anyway, Elsa caught the first wave looking smugly composed, like a sommelier receiving the inaugural pour of a vintage she’d personally selected. Ayra caught the rest, and her tail went crazy against the mattress as she made a happy little sound that was just as girl as it was doggy. They pressed their lips together to share what they’d each claimed, moaning the whole time. "Mmm!"

"Mmmm."

Juniper watched them with saucer-wide crimson eyes and pulled her top back down as I broke my seal on her boob, flustered. "That was... educational," she managed.

"That was round one," Elsa corrected, licking her lips and looking enormously pleased with herself. "My champion will recover shortly. He always does. It’s one of the many, many things I adore about him." She patted my thigh like I was a good horse. The irony was not lost on me given the company.

She was right. Basic Regeneration plus whatever the hell my System-enhanced physiology was doing behind the scenes had Grey 2: The Lazarus Project already twitching back to life. God bless the LitRPG grind.

And that was when Clementine pushed off the wall.

She pulled my hoodie over her head in one motion, and her expression was the kind of focused, locked-in intensity I’d only ever seen when my college roommate took Adderall for the first time. Her pearlescent skin glowed softly, her black hair fell wild around her face, and those tall pointed horse ears angled forward like they were saying "Radar alert! Radar alert! Grey’s face detected!"

This was the first time I’d seen her naked in this new form. Her transformation had filled her out dramatically from the girl I remembered. She was beautiful then in a messy, sad-girl, K-Poppy wannabe sort of way, but now? Her breasts were perfectly full, round, sitting high on her chest, and her waist tucked in before flaring out into a hips-and-ass combo that seemed designed for precisely what she had in mind. All of it was wrapped in that unearthly Snow White complexion that made her look less like a college babe and more like a goddess.

"Move, bitch," she said to Elsa.