by Dante King
A knowing chuckle spilled from her lips. “The men and women in my family tend to go gray early,” she said, running a hand between her thighs. “I decided I never wanted a single strand of that to show in my hair. Believe me, the last thing you want the sort of people who frequent a bar like this to say about the owner is that she’s old.” Her gaze sharpened as she looked up at me. “Is that a problem?”
I shook my head. “I was just wondering what the surprise was,” I said, tugging at my belt. “I’ve seen more than enough to excite me, but if there’s even more…”
Lyra snickered and reached into the top drawer of the dresser next to the bed. Tucked inside was a small golden ball, faintly pitted with indentations on one side. She placed it on the table top and closed the drawer, looking at the tiny jewel with a mixture of hope and fear.
It was a Beast Core. But unlike any I’d seen before.
The Cores I’d taken from the Nippers were tiny and brown, like the pits inside of an avocado. This one was nearly twice the size of those, and it was gold. Half the surface of the Core featured a spider web of dark cracks, and through them a pale white glow lit up the dresser.
“That’s different,” I said. It was tough to keep my eyes on the Core, and not the gorgeous naked woman in front of me. “What kind of monster did this come from?”
“I’m really not sure,” Lyra confessed, shaking her head.
Anna leaned over next to me, dividing her attention between Lyra’s glorious nudity and the strange Core. She put her fingers over one of the cracks in the surface, shutting out the light for a moment, then whistled. “This must have cost you a pretty penny in the market,” she said, cocking an eyebrow.
“It’s been in my family for generations.” Lyra nibbled her bottom lip, her nerves getting the better of her. “It’s an heirloom. My great-great-great grandparents might have been able to tell you what kind of creature it’s from, but I have no idea. If you two really do manage to bring out some power in me tonight, I should be able to make use of that. It’ll prove that I’m really… really…”
“A Cultivator,” I finished for her, locking eyes with Anna. My girlfriend gave me a little nod, letting me know she was more than ready to go. “Tonight, that’s exactly what you’re going to be, Lyra. Are you ready for the rest of your life?”
Before she could answer, I kissed her again. This time it was longer and deeper, with both of our tongues involved. Lyra shrugged out of her open robe, tossing it across the floor as she moaned against my mouth. Her fingers raked my chest, pulling off my shirt as her nipples hardened against me.
I put my fingers on her chin and pushed, breaking the kiss. Lyra’s eyes went wide with confusion—until I guided her face to Anna’s. The two women made out hot and heavy in front of me as I took off the rest of my clothes. Anna and Lyra kept sneaking peeks, devouring my muscled frame and thick cock as I removed my garments. I wouldn’t need them for the rest of the night.
“My turn,” Anna panted, crawling across the bed on her hands and knees. “I want you to pull this beautiful dress you bought me off my body, Lyra. With your teeth.”
Lyra gasped, then bent to her task. Her hot, hungry mouth went everywhere on Anna’s body, tugging and licking until the straps holding her dress against her back and shoulders were untied. Then, biting down on the hem, Lyra tugged until the silky fabric swished down Anna’s topless body. All the while, Mana flowed through the room, deepening my girlfriend’s transformation. Her horns lengthened, her ears sharpening like knife points, and her piercing blue eyes had gone an almost demonic red.
Neither Lyra nor I cared. Anna was even hotter this way.
As soon as my girlfriend was naked, Lyra thrust her face between her thighs. Anna landed on her butt on the bed, one leg splayed across the mattress and the other on Lyra’s back, coaxing her deeper into her meal. The sight of Anna offering Lyra her pussy made my cock throb and drip with pre-cum. Both of these women were mine tonight.
“Oh, fuuuuck!” Anna groaned, lifting her arms above her head and stretching. Her ass left the bed entirely, her pussy grinding against Lyra’s face as her naughty tongue dove deep into her slit. “Holy shit you’re so good at that, Lyra! Ungh, gawwwd I could ride your face all night long!”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I needed to get in on the fun.
Climbing onto the bed, I made my way over to Anna on my knees. Gripping a fistful of her hair, I guided my cock between her eager lips. Her curved horns pushed into my abdomen as she swallowed me, her red eyes rolling back in her head as she wrapped her lips around my cock. Her hips pumped upward in the same time as her mouth, fucking Lyra’s sweet face as she gave me a sloppy, deepthroat blowjob.
Anna’s mouth felt so amazing. The things she did with her naughty little tongue were nearly beyond description. I could have ridden that edge of pleasure right then and there, until I spurted my first load deep down her throat. But tonight wasn’t about that.
It was about Lyra.
As if she shared the exact same thought, Anna pulled off my cock with a juicy pop. “I’m close to coming,” she announced, as casually as if she were letting us know her birthday was coming up soon. “I want to watch you fuck Lyra from behind while she gets me off!”
More than happy to do that, I thought.
Tendrils of Mana filled the room like a thick, soupy fog, adding to our sensitivity and pleasure. That strange opening sensation, where Anna and I began experiencing each other’s consciousness, hadn’t happened yet, but the pressure in the air told me it wouldn’t be long now.
This time, I wanted to bring Lyra in on the action.
I mounted her from behind, one leg on the floor and the other flat on the bed so I could thrust as deep into her as possible. Anna’s tongue left me achingly hard, and I needed to bury myself inside something as hard as I could in order to find relief. I spread Lyra’s thick cheeks, exposing her tight pucker and dripping slit. She’d been playing with herself the whole time she ate out Anna’s pussy, and now waves of heat rolled off her slit like an open oven.
The head of my cock ran over her folds a few times, teasing her madly. Lyra’s hips shot backward, trying to impale herself on me even as she sought to bury her face deeper between Anna’s thighs. My girlfriend’s nails dug into the back of Lyra’s head, refusing to allow her to retreat. This was fun! I wrapped an arm around Lyra’s waist, finding her clit with my fingers and running them over it in tight circles as I teased her opening, oh-so-close to giving her the feeling of fullness she craved.
Finally, the owner of the Hungry Herb could take no more. There wasn’t even a suggestion of Lyra being in charge of anything as she raised her head just enough from Anna’s folds to speak. “Please, Eric, please fuck me!” she groaned, her voice muffled against my girlfriend’s eager box. “I need that cock so desperately…!”
Ask, I thought, wrapping my hand around the base of my prick, and you shall receive!
With one smooth stroke, I buried myself deep in Lyra’s spasming pussy. A ragged cry of bliss tore from the older woman’s throat as her walls stretched around me, the head of my cock hitting her g-spot like a hammer slamming into an anvil. Her pussy felt hotter than a forge as I drove into her, the ridges of her tight channel wrapping around me like a glove.
As I fucked her from behind, shaking her big ass with every thrust, I locked eyes with Anna. My girlfriend’s eyes glowed in the candlelight, arcane power coursing through her veins as she approached her orgasm.
“Ahh yeah, I’m definitely feeling it,” Anna panted, her head lolling back on her shoulders. Drool trickled down her chin as she humped Lyra’s face madly, her thighs tightening on either side of the older woman’s head. “Fuck, it’s happening, Eric! It’s fucking happening…!”
I felt it, too. As Anna tipped over the edge into climax, the room filled with magic. Mana filled the air, tendrils of it flowing through Anna’s nostrils into Lyra’s, wrapping around my legs and pushing through my skin like air escaping a bal
loon. I felt connected to more than just Lyra’s hot older pussy as I pounded her. The walls between my consciousness and the rest of the world thinned, thoughts and feelings and sensations from the two women in bed with me slipping into my brain.
This was the power of Dual Cultivation: as Anna shuddered and sobbed, an orgasm tearing through her gorgeous body, both Lyra and I lost control right along with her. I pumped between the sexy older woman’s thighs, the knowledge of exactly what angles to hit to maximize Lyra’s pleasure burning through my mind like a phone number I’d just memorized.
Lyra screamed with bliss as she slammed herself back on me, adding her voice to the chorus. Anna’s thighs clenched so tightly around Lyra’s head that I was worried she’d pass out at any moment. When she didn’t, my heart skipped a beat.
It’s just like back in the cabin, I realized, when I threw my hand over Anna’s nose and mouth. She doesn’t need air—she’s fucking Cultivating!
Anna realized it, too. “I think it’s happening,” she said, watching Lyra with awe as she came down from her peak. She looked more demonic than ever. Her fingers had sharpened into those razor-like claws I knew so well. “There’s one way to know for sure…”
As the last of her orgasmic pleasure ebbed, Anna raked her nails down Lyra’s back.
The mistress of the Hungry Herb Tavern roared with mingled pleasure and pain as Anna’s nails tore deep gashes in her back. Blood welled from the tears in her flesh, dripping down to the pale expanse of her lower back.
Oh shit, I thought, my eyes going wide at the sight. We fucked up. We went too far…
Yet I couldn’t pull out of her. Something deep and primal spurred me on, forcing me to fuck Lyra harder and harder. The pressure built behind my eyes, becoming almost unbearable—
Tendrils of Mana poured into Lyra’s wounds, healing them.
Anna let out a triumphant cry. She rocked back on her hips, throwing her arms in the air as she pulled away and let me have full control of Lyra.
“She did it!” Anna screamed. “Lyra, you’re doing it! You’re Cultivating! Oh fuck, it really worked!”
For a moment, everything was perfect. I’d done it—Anna and I had done it. We’d given Lyra the power of Cultivation, made her into someone with the potential to master the elements. We’d fulfilled the deepest dream of her life, all while giving her some of the roughest sex she’d ever experienced.
Then, suddenly, it all went wrong.
Lyra’s walls clamped even tighter around me as she thrust herself back onto my cock. It felt fucking amazing, but both Anna and I couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t saying anything. She just kept on grunting, her face buried in the covers. Surely she should have been crying, thanking us, telling us how amazing it felt to be Cultivating?
“Lyra,” Anna whispered, reaching for Lyra’s shoulders as she trembled beneath my thrusts. “Did you hear me? You’re Cultivating—”
Lyra’s back arched. She screamed. A high, discordant note tore itself from her throat as the atmosphere in the suite thickened.
Her eyes had turned all one color, almost like Anna’s. Only where hers were a demonic red, Lyra’s had the same gold shade as her strange Beast Core.
The Core!
It glowed like a miniature sun on the dresser. As soon as Lyra became able to Cultivate, it activated—and now, it amplified everything. The tendrils of Mana around us deepened in color, turning a honeyed shade and thickening.
The wonderful feeling in my chest deepened into shock. “Uh, Anna? Does it feel like something’s going wrong?”
Anna nodded. “Pull out, Eric! We can finish this once we figure out what the fuck’s happening…”
I tried, but I couldn’t stop. My hips moved of their own accord, pummeling Lyra’s soft, silky interior with jackhammer force.
“I can’t!” I yelled, my jaw dropping open. “What the fuck…?”
It was Lyra who answered. Her voice sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a deep, dark well, fringed with something not fully human. “Too powerful!” she cried, struggling to get words out through the waves of pleasure. “It’s too strong…!”
The Core was too strong? We’d see about that!
Anna came around and tried to forcibly tug me away from Lyra, but it was useless. More than that, I’d begun to realize separating from Lyra was no longer an option. It would have only made things worse.
“Anna,” I said, gripping Lyra’s hips hard enough to bruise. “I need your help!”
Worry filled her eyes. She looked at me. The fear dropped away as she gave me control, making herself into my second in command. She hadn’t transformed into a scythe, yet she’d just become my weapon, all the same.
“Tell me what to do,” she said, watching Lyra quiver beneath me as I fucked her harder and harder.
I thought fast. “We need to burn off the energy,” I cried, the pleasure climbing higher and higher as I fucked Lyra. “Quick, force me to Cultivate! Use your nails!”
A wicked grin spread across my girlfriend’s face. “With pleasure,” she snarled, straddling me from behind. As I thrust into Lyra, Anna’s nails tore into my back, ripping it to shreds like a cat o’ nine tails. The pain was incredible—yet the pleasure from the white-hot rod between my legs cancelled it out. Some of the golden Mana cascaded over my back, soothing away the injuries.
“Keep going!” I groaned, spanking Lyra’s ass raw as I fucked her. The more damage we did, the more energy the Core needed to burn off to keep us healed up and fucking. The tidal wave of pure bliss threatened to destroy our minds if we didn’t hold it at bay.
We’d entered this night with the goal of having a fun threesome. Now Anna, Lyra, and I were literally fucking for our lives.
“Harder,” I snarled, wrapping a hand around Lyra’s throat. Keeping her from getting air forced more Mana into her body, healing her up as I pumped my hips like a bellows. My balls slapped against her ass as I fucked her harder and harder, way past the point where I would have normally shot my seed with a woman. The pleasure just kept building and building, becoming completely unbearable. It felt like being burned alive with flames made of orgasms.
“I can’t hold it!” I roared, feeling my control slip. Pleasure sizzled in my brain; I could almost feel my synapses shorting out. Lyra’s Beast Core was going to kill us all. Kij would come in tomorrow morning to find three burnt-out husks, literally dead from pleasure. “Anna, it’s too much!”
Suddenly, I felt Anna’s hands on me, pushing me down. Lyra switched position like it was second nature, riding me reverse cowgirl as my shoulders hit the mattress. I felt Anna move, and suddenly there was something hot and wet riding my face.
“Fucking eat my pussy,” Anna cried, her voice ragged beyond belief. “Keep making me cum, Eric! I’ll do as much damage as I can…!”
From where I lay, my entire world had just become the valley between Anna’s gorgeous thighs. Her round ass lay on my forehead as she straddled my head, lowering her tight little box onto my face. I lapped it up with a vengeance, losing the last vestiges of control I had.
Were it up to me, we would have all succumbed right then and there. Only Anna kept us going—distributed the energy to three bodies, and not two. With her flawless, trimmed pussy in my face, I couldn’t see what she was doing to Lyra, but I could hear the screams. Pain and pleasure had never sounded so mixed—or so sweet. Those nails of hers must have been working up a storm.
Dimly, I felt myself explode inside of Lyra. It barely even took the edge off. My cock throbbed inside of her channel, hardening even more as I thrust madly upward. Another hot wave of climax rolled over me, and a geyser of thick seed sprayed into Lyra’s womb.
I lost myself completely. I have no idea if the sex lasted hours, minutes, or days. I came over and over again, spraying against Lyra’s spasming walls until there was nothing left. The three of us melted into each other, so that I felt Lyra’s tight walls and my hot tongue and Anna’s throbbing, needy clit as our orgasms m
elted into each other’s.
It didn’t kill us. But it came damn close. As Cultivators with only an inkling of real training, we should have been consumed completely by a Core as powerful as Lyra’s heirloom.
Only the strength of our bonds and the lust we felt for each other carried us back from the brink.
After what felt like ages of pleasure, I finally came back to myself. The sensation of being three people collapsed back into one. To my surprise, I opened my eyes to find not Lyra but Anna riding me, her head so far back on her shoulders she looked almost like she ended at the neck. She was in the middle of toe-curling, sheet-clawing primal orgasm—and one thrust later, so was I.
This proved to be the last. The wave inside of us had finally crested, and as I shot thick ropes of hot semen directly into Anna’s clenching walls, I felt the release I’d been chasing since the Beast Core began to glow. Anna worked her hips in a tight little circle around me, milking me dry as she came down from her peak.
“Holy fucking shit,” I gasped, collapsing onto the bed. “That almost killed us.”
“Worth it,” Anna whimpered. The poor girl looked like she’d just run a fucking marathon. Every inch of her gorgeous body was covered in sweat. Her legs shook uncontrollably, and I was pretty sure we’d be lucky if she could walk tomorrow. But she’d done it—we’d done it. We weathered the storm.
Had Lyra?
I looked over and started to laugh. Lyra lay on the other side of the bed, covered from head to toe in thick ropes of hot cum. More of it dripped from between her thighs, leaving a puddle on the comforter beneath her ass. If every guy in the Hungry Herb Tavern had come up here and left their load on the woman who ran the establishment, she wouldn’t have looked this glazed.
“I must have pulled out of her at some point,” I muttered. I couldn’t remember the details. It had all gotten tangled up in Anna and Lyra’s memories. “I just shot over and over again. Fuck, I had no idea I could make that much…”
Lyra’s eyes opened. A smile spread across the older woman’s face. She didn’t seem to notice the spunk coating her naked body—and, I realized, the Beast Core was gone.