Chapter 92: A Night of Unbridled Lust

The atmosphere in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of musk and the sharp, electric tang of jealousy.

Victoria sat perched in the corner chair, her legs crossed, watching with a predator’s clinical detachment as Daemon ravished Sana from behind.

Sana felt every inch of her skin burning, not just from the friction of Daemon’s body against hers, but from the crushing weight of Victoria’s gaze.

She felt stripped bare, exposed in a way that went far beyond her nakedness. As Daemon’s thrusts drove her forward, Sana turned her head, her eyes flashing with a mixture of pleasure and rage.

"You ruined it," Sana gasped, her voice trembling. "You ruined my first time, you bitch! You walked in here on purpose just to cause a scene!"

Victoria didn’t flinch. Instead, a slow, cruel smirk curled her lips. "I came in because I wanted to," she purred, her voice dripping with a cold superiority.

"This is my house. He is my husband. I do exactly what I please, when I please."

Behind her, Daemon let out a low growl, his hands sliding up to cup Sana’s bosoms. He didn’t hold them gently; he kneaded the soft flesh hard, his fingers digging in, forcing a sharp, broken moan from Sana’s throat.

The sensation sent a jolt of pure heat through her, drowning out her anger and replacing it with a desperate, clawing need. With a final, powerful surge, Daemon groaned and released his seed deep inside her.

Sana collapsed, panting heavily, her backside still arched high in the air. Daemon didn’t pull away immediately.

He hovered there, a dark smirk on his face as he began to tease the tight, sensitive rim of her asshole with his fingertip.

"Daemon, don’t..." Sana whimpered, her body still shivering from the climax. "I’m too sensitive... not there, please..."

But Victoria’s eyes lit up. She leaned forward, her voice sounding manic, almost hungry. "Do it, husband. I want to hear her scream your name from that hole.

I know you’ve already taken her vaginal virginity now take her anal too. Break her completely."

Sana’s face flushed a deep crimson. "Bitch! Don’t you dare order him! Get out! This is our time!"

She turned back to Daemon, her voice pleading. "Daemon, please, don’t. I’m not ready... I’m already sore..."

Daemon paused, his expression softening just a fraction. He leaned down to whisper against her ear. "Hey, I’m just teasing you. I won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with, okay?"

Sana felt a momentary wave of relief, knowing he wouldn’t force her. But she also knew Victoria was the master of manipulation, and the woman wasn’t finished.

Suddenly, Victoria stood up, the chair screeching against the floor. "If you’re such a scary little bitch," she spat at Sana, "then let me show you how a real woman handles him. He’ll be screaming my name, not yours."

In one fluid motion, Victoria stripped her clothes away, casting them aside like trash. She crawled onto the bed, her movements feline and predatory.

She lunged at Daemon, kissing him with a starved intensity, her tongue invading his mouth as if she hadn’t eaten in days. Sana watched, paralyzed, having never seen such raw, uninhibited hunger.

She had heard rumors that Victoria preferred the harder, more aggressive side of sex, but seeing it in the flesh made her own body shiver with a confusing mix of fear and arousal.

Daemon pulled back slightly, his breath hitching. "Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes, husband," Victoria whispered seductively, casting a triumphant, mocking glare over her shoulder at Sana.

Sana clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She realized Victoria was doing this specifically to humiliate her, to show her that she was an amateur in the art of pleasure. *Just wait,* Sana thought, *I’ll show you.*

Victoria shifted, moving onto all fours. She arched her back and shook her ass provocatively, her pink rim glistening in the dim light. Daemon’s resolve snapped.

The sight of her offering herself so brazenly sent his manhood to a state of agonizing hardness. He leaned forward, his tongue licking the rim of her anus, tasting her. Victoria let out a loud, guttural moan that echoed through the room.

Sana, unable to look away, sat on the edge of the bed beside them. Despite the soreness between her legs, the sight of the raw passion ignited something in her. She reached down, her fingers finding her own wetness, and began to stroke herself, watching the scene unfold.

"I’ve tasted enough," Daemon groaned, his voice deep and guttural. "Victoria, I’m going in. Tell me if it’s too much."

"Just do it! Don’t talk!" Victoria commanded.

Daemon didn’t go slow. He didn’t tease. He drove forward in one full, violent motion, burying his entire length deep into her anal canal. Victoria’s eyes widened, her breath hitching in a silent scream before a loud, piercing cry of pleasure ripped from her throat.

"You wanted this, right?" Daemon grunted, picking up the pace.

Victoria couldn’t even answer. She was stumbling, her body jolting with every heavy thrust. She had always projected an image of professional, untouchable perfection, but here she was, screaming like a bitch in heat, her composure completely shattered by the sheer force of his penetration.

Sana saw her opening. A wicked idea took hold. She crawled closer, moving toward Victoria’s upper body while Daemon continued to ramp her from behind, his shaft sliding in and out of her with a wet, slapping sound.

"Take this!" Sana hissed. She reached out and pinched Victoria’s nipples hard, kneading them with a fierce intensity.

The double stimulation was too much. Victoria’s head snapped back, a loud, strangled moan escaping her. "Hey! Don’t touch me there! Only my husband can—!"

"Not today," Sana laughed, her voice triumphant. "He’s a bit busy. I’ll do it for you."

Sana continued to tease and twist the nipples, driving Victoria over the edge. Overwhelmed by the simultaneous assault on her front and back, Victoria’s body convulsed, releasing her fluids in a violent climax.

Seconds later, Daemon let out a roar and released his seed deep inside her rectum. Both of them collapsed onto the mattress, breathless and spent.

But Sana wasn’t finished.

"Don’t sleep just yet," she whispered, a predatory glint in her eye. "You have a long night ahead of you."

Sana shifted, sliding herself onto Daemon’s face. She lowered her pink flower onto his mouth, and Daemon immediately began to lick and suck with a fervor that made her arch her back.

While he was occupied with her, Victoria shifted into a cowgirl position, grinding her hips against him, refusing to let the fire die down.

The room became a blur of tangled limbs and wet sounds. Sana eventually screamed as she released her sweetness, and Daemon drank every drop of her essence. He finished the cycle by releasing his seeds back into Victoria.

This cycle of lust continued, a revolving door of pleasure that lasted until the clock struck midnight and they finally collapsed into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The next morning, the sun filtered through the window, casting a golden glow over the wreckage of the bed.

Daemon woke slowly, feeling a deep, satisfying ache in every muscle of his body. On one side, Victoria was curled against him, her head resting on his chest. On the other, Sana was in the same position, her breathing steady and calm.

Daemon smiled to himself. *I never expected Victoria to join in, but I liked it. I’ll definitely do that more.* He marveled at his own stamina. *If I had my previous physique, I would have died from pleasure hours ago. This new body is a godsend.*

Before he could fully push himself out of bed, a crisp, familiar voice echoed directly in his mind via their communication skill.

*"Daemon? Are you awake?"* Roxanna’s voice sounded impatient.

*"Yes, Roxy. I’m awake. What is it?"*

*"I’m heading to the dungeon gate now. You need to get moving; we have to report today."*