Chapter 104: The First Night in the Bridal Chamber 4 (R18)

Lyriana collapsed onto the bed, breathless.

Then it was Shiora’s turn.

Adam took her anally. The oni cried out in pleasure. Her body was stronger, more resilient. Adam was able to go harder.

He penetrated her deeply, his testicles slapping against her buttocks. Shiora moaned, her horns rubbing against the pillow.

Meanwhile, Elena and Lyriana, exhausted but curious, kissed. Their tongues intertwined, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies.

Selene and Isadora were attending to Elaria. The white tigress licked her vagina while the duchess kissed her breasts.

Adam took Shiora by the hips and quickened his pace. The oni’s skin was warm, almost burning hot beneath his fingers. Her wide buttocks bounced against his pelvis with each thrust, producing a wet, rhythmic sound that mingled with the moans in the room.

Shiora wasn’t one to hold back. She cried out, her deep, husky voice echoing off the dark walls of the Chamber.

"Harder... Adam, harder..."

He obeyed. His testicles slapped against her, his penis plunging in to the hilt, stretching her sphincter with each stroke. The pressure was intense, but he held firm. The Kamasutra hadn’t just increased his sexual stamina—he could now perceive Shiora’s reactions with unsettling precision, as if he could feel every contraction of her body, every shudder of pleasure.

He slowed slightly, shifted his angle, and Shiora cried out louder.

"There! That’s it..."

Adam smiled and continued.

Meanwhile, on the bed, Elena and Lyriana were still kissing. The knight was exhausted from her own orgasm, but she couldn’t stop touching the dark elf. Her fingers glided over Lyriana’s dark skin, caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples, moving down to her stomach, still glistening with sweat and fluids.

Lyriana shivered under her caresses. Her own orgasm had been intense, but her body was already responding, craving more. She slipped a hand between Elena’s thighs and found her clitoris, still swollen and sensitive.

Elena gasped against her mouth.

"Wait... I’m still..."

"Good," Lyriana murmured.

She began to massage Elena’s clitoris with slow, circular motions, then faster. Elena moaned, her hips moving instinctively against her hand.

Beside them, Selene and Isadora continued their own game. The white tigress had slipped two fingers into the duchess’s vagina, while her tongue worked her clitoris with feline precision. Isadora’s head was thrown back, her red hair spread across the cushions, her breathing ragged.

"Selene..."

The tigress didn’t answer. She continued, adding a third finger, stretching Isadora slowly, methodically. The duchess moaned, her hands gripping the sheets.

Vespera, meanwhile, was being attended to by Elaria. The white elf had used an enchanted dildo—probably something she had discreetly brought into the Chamber—and was sliding it inside her with the precision of a craftswoman. Each thrust was calculated, each angle optimized.

The black dragon hadn’t expected this. Vespera, so calm, so controlled in public, was now reduced to a state of gasps and shivers. Her delicate scales shimmered in the crystal light, and her red eyes were half-closed, lost in pleasure.

Elaria smiled.

"Do you like that?"

Vespera nodded, unable to speak.

"Say it."

"Yes... continue..."

Elaria obeyed.

Adam, meanwhile, felt his own orgasm approaching. Shiora was tightly pressed against him, her inner walls contracting in waves. He accelerated one last time, then thrust deep inside and let go completely.

A thick, hot flood filled Shiora. The oni cried out, her body trembling violently as orgasm overwhelmed her in turn. Adam continued to ejaculate for long seconds, filling her bowels until they overflowed.

When he finally withdrew, a trickle of semen ran down Shiora’s thighs. She collapsed onto her stomach, breathless, a blissful smile on her lips.

Adam didn’t have time to recover. Selene was already there.

The white tigress approached on all fours, her tail swishing slowly behind her. Her golden eyes shone with a hungry gleam.

"My turn."

She gave him no choice. She pushed him onto his back, positioned herself above him, and guided his still-hard penis toward her vagina. Then she impaled herself in one swift motion.

Adam groaned. Selene was tight, hot, and her internal muscles contracted around him with impressive force. The tigress began to move, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her firm breasts bounced with each movement, and her claws dug lightly into Adam’s chest.

"Fuck... Selene..."

She smiled, her fangs gleaming in the light.

"You like that?"

"Yes..."

"Then watch."

She turned her head slightly. Adam followed her gaze.

Isadora had approached. The duchess was on all fours, her buttocks presented. Elena and Lyriana were attending to her now—Elena licking her vagina while Lyriana caressed her anus with a lubricated finger.

Adam understood.

Selene continued to ride him, but she slowed down, savoring each movement. She wanted him to watch. To see the others.

Elaria and Vespera had changed positions. Vespera was now lying on her back, legs spread, while Elaria used her tongue on her clitoris. Shiora, still trembling, had moved closer to kiss Vespera, caressing her breasts.

Adam felt his arousal rising.

Selene quickened her pace.

"Look at them. Look how beautiful they are."

He watched.

Elena slid her tongue into Isadora’s vagina, while Lyriana inserted a second finger into her anus. The duchess moaned, her body trembling.

Elaria licked Vespera with obsessive precision. Shiora kissed the dragon, swallowing her moans.

And Selene... Selene rode him with raw passion, her hips slapping against his, her vagina contracting around him as if to suck him in.

Adam felt his orgasm rising once more.

"Selene... I’m going to..."

"Give it to me."

He exploded.

A gush of semen gushed inside her, filling her vagina, overflowing onto her thighs. Selene cried out, her body arching, her claws digging into Adam’s chest. She came at the same time as him, her inner walls contracting violently.

They remained like that for a few seconds, panting.

Then Selene slowly withdrew, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"Not bad." "

Adam chuckled softly.

"Not bad?"

"You can do better."

He looked at her.

"Are you serious?"

"Always."

But before he could answer, Isadora moved closer. The duchess was still trembling from her own orgasm, but her blue eyes shone with a determined gleam.

"My turn."

She straddled him, facing him this time. Her red hair fell around her face, framing her delicate features. She guided his penis toward her vagina and slowly entered her.

Adam felt her warmth envelop him. Isadora was gentler than Selene, but just as passionate. She began to move, her hips rolling gracefully, her heavy breasts swaying with each movement.

She leaned toward him and kissed him deeply.

Adam responded, his hands gripping her hips.

Meanwhile, Elena and Lyriana were attending to Shiora. The oni lay on her back, legs spread, while the two women used their tongues and fingers to stimulate her. Shiora moaned, her horns rubbing against the pillows.

Elaria and Vespera had changed positions. Vespera was now on all fours, and Elaria was using the enchanted dildo to slowly penetrate her. The dragoness gasped, her claws tearing at the sheets.

Selene, meanwhile, had moved closer to Elena. The white tigress knelt behind the knight and began to caress her breasts, kissing the nape of her neck.

Elena shivered, but continued to lick Shiora.

Meanwhile, Adam was overwhelmed by Isadora. The duchess rode him with increasing intensity, her movements becoming faster, more urgent. She moaned, her nails digging into his chest.

"Adam..."

He took her by the hips and quickened his pace, thrusting upward with each stroke.

Isadora cried out.

She came soon after, her body convulsing violently. Adam followed almost immediately, filling her vagina with another surge of semen.

Isadora collapsed on top of him, breathless.

They remained like that for a few moments.

Then Adam felt a hand on his shoulder.

He turned his head.

Vespera was there. The black dragoness’s cheeks were flushed, her breathing ragged. Her red eyes shone with an intense light.

"My turn."

Isadora withdrew slowly, leaving Adam to the dragoness.

Vespera didn’t bother to speak. She mounted him, guided his penis to her vagina, and impaled herself in one swift motion.

Adam groaned.

Vespera was... different. Tighter. Hotter. Her internal muscles contracted around him with an almost painful force. The dragoness began to move, her hips rolling with mathematical precision.

She looked him straight in the eyes.

"How long will you last?"

Adam smiled faintly.

"Long enough."

She quickened her pace.

The rest of the night was a whirlwind.

The women took turns on Adam. Each had her turn. Each was taken, filled, satisfied. The Bridal Chamber, with its temporal distortion, offered them a time that seemed to last forever.

Adam, thanks to the Kama Sutra and his superhuman stamina, never faltered. He took them all, again and again, in every position they desired.

Elena.

Lyriana.

Elaria.

Shiora.

Selene.

Isadora.

Vespera.

Then they returned to him, one by one, for a second round.

Then a third.

The night—or what passed for it in the Bridal Chamber—was long.

Very long.

And when, at last, exhaustion overtook them all, they collapsed onto the enormous bed, intertwined, covered in sweat and fluids.

Adam was in the center. The seven women were huddled against him, their warm bodies pressed against his. Some were already asleep. Others were whispering sweet nothings.

Selene was purring.

Shiora was smiling in her sleep.

Elena and Lyriana had fallen asleep entwined in each other’s arms.

Elaria still had her glasses askew.

Isadora had rested her head on Adam’s shoulder.

Vespera, more reserved, had settled against his side, one hand resting on his chest.

Adam, however, was still awake.

He gazed at the dark ceiling, the golden veins that ran through it.

He thought about everything that had happened.

The day.

The draws.

The rewards.

Luck.

Nocthar.

The journey ahead.

Then he looked at the women around him.

Seven.

Seven powerful, beautiful, dangerous women.

Seven women who had chosen him.

He smiled.

"Just another day in Valoria..."

Then he closed his eyes.

And, for the first time in a long time, he drifted off to sleep without thinking about what awaited him the next day.

The next morning.

Adam woke slowly.

The light in the Bridal Chamber was soft, subdued, as always. The crystals on the ceiling diffused a warm glow that didn’t hurt his eyes.

He was alone in bed.

He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and looked around.

The seven women were already up. He could hear them talking in the relaxation pit, their voices light and amused.

He smiled.

Then he noticed something.

His notifications.

A series of translucent windows floated before him, patiently waiting for him to check them.

Adam blinked.

"Ah..."

He had completely forgotten.

Last night, the System had probably recorded several things.

He opened the first window.