My Wives are Beautiful Demons

Chapter 807: Sex with my three beautiful demonic wives (R-18)

The living room was hot and stuffy, thick with the scent of sweat, lust, and recent sex. The low light cast sensual shadows on the naked bodies scattered around the room. Vergil lay relaxed in the dark leather armchair, his legs spread, while Roxanne and Katharina knelt before him as if sharing the same ravenous desire.The two worked in perfect harmony.

Roxanne enveloped Vergil’s rigid penis with her moist lips, slowly descending to the base, feeling each thick pulse against her tongue. Her hand caressed his heavy balls with slow, provocative movements, drawing hoarse moans from his throat. Katharina, beside him, licked and sucked the sensitive skin between sucks, playing with the tip of her tongue while observing his reactions with a mischievous smile.

Above him, Ada moved naked and slowly, pressing her warm body against Vergil’s. His fingers plunged between her wet legs, penetrating her easily while his thumb rubbed her swollen clitoris in precise circles. Each touch made her body tremble.

She arched her back as Vergil captured one of her nipples with his mouth, sucking slowly before gently nibbling.

"Ah... fuck... that..." Ada moaned between ragged breaths, squeezing his shoulders. "Don’t stop... keep going..."

Obscene sounds filled the room: wet sucking, muffled moans, heavy breathing, and the indecent noise of saliva running down Vergil’s hardened length. Roxanne increased the pace, swallowing him deeply while Katharina licked the base and massaged her tense thighs.

Vergil let out a deep groan as he felt Ada writhing against his fingers while the two continued to suck him relentlessly. The tension in his abdomen grew too quickly.

"That’s it... that’s right..." he growled, gripping Roxanne’s hair.

The two intensified their movements even more, quick, hungry, determined to bring him to orgasm. Vergil’s body stiffened for a moment before he groaned loudly, deeply, losing control as he came intensely in Roxanne’s mouth.

The hot liquid filled her tongue, dripping down her glistening lips as she swallowed without hesitation. Katharina immediately approached, licking the excess slowly, sharing the taste with a provocative smile.

Ada watched the scene breathlessly, her body still trembling with pleasure as she pressed her thighs together.

"That’s it... swallow it all..." she murmured, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to see every drop disappear."

Roxanne passively obeyed him, running her tongue over her own lips before kissing Katharina slowly so that nothing would fall to the floor.

Roxanne pushed Katharina away with a sharp, almost aggressive movement, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand while breathing heavily. Her clear eyes gleamed with a mixture of irritation and restrained excitement.

"I hate kissing you," she snapped, her voice heavy with contempt. "But if it’s to taste my husband’s cum... I can bear it."

Katharina let out a low, provocative laugh. Slowly, she ran her thumb along the corner of her lips, collecting a white trace before bringing it to her tongue, savoring it shamelessly.

"You talk as if you have some right to it," she replied, moving closer slowly. "The cum is mine now. You were just lucky enough to taste it first."

The atmosphere between the two became even more charged, a dangerous mix of rivalry and desire. Vergil watched everything, sunk into the armchair, his chest rising slowly as his member hardened again at the tension between them.

Katharina noticed immediately.

"Ah... look at this," she murmured, biting her lower lip. "It hasn’t even rested yet."

She climbed onto his lap with slow, calculated movements, fitting her thighs around his waist. Her fingers enveloped Vergil’s rigid length as she slowly rubbed it against her own wet entrance, spreading the fluids already trickling between her legs.

Vergil gripped her waist tightly.

"Stop teasing and just sit down," he growled, his voice hoarse with lust.

Katharina smiled slightly.

"So eager? Then endure it."

She positioned his head against hers and began to lower herself slowly, inch by inch. Her eyes closed the instant she felt the hot, thick invasion filling her again. A long moan escaped her lips as she finally settled completely on him.

"Ahhh... fuck..." her voice faltered, her whole body trembling. "That... that..."

Vergil squeezed her buttocks tightly, holding her still for a moment just to feel the tight heat pulsing around him. Katharina arched her back immediately, trembling in his lap.

Then he began to move.

At first slowly. Deep, calculated thrusts, making her hips rotate as his penis slid inside her to the hilt. Each movement elicited wet, heavy sounds that echoed through the stuffy room.

Ada watched, biting her own fingers, aroused again. Roxanne, still kneeling on the floor, couldn’t look away.

Katharina gradually increased the pace, rising and falling harder, her breasts swaying before Vergil as her moans grew louder and more uncontrolled.

"That’s it... fuck me like that..." she moaned, gripping his shoulders. "Harder... fuck..."

Vergil obeyed.

With her hands firmly on her hips, she began to thrust her down, forcing each descent to its limit. The sound of their bodies impacting mingled with Katharina’s panting breaths and increasingly desperate moans.

Roxanne let out a short, bitter laugh.

"You’re enjoying this too much for someone who said they had control."

Katharina opened her eyes and stared at Roxanne without stopping her riding.

"And you’re looking too much for someone who said they hated me."

She then accelerated even more, completely surrendered to pleasure. Her movements lost their initial smoothness and became intense, almost violent. Her body trembled with each deep thrust.

Vergil let out a hoarse grunt against her neck.

"I’m going to come again."

"Then come," Katharina replied immediately, breathless. "Come inside me."

The words came out almost as an order.

She thrust down hard once more, feeling Vergil harden completely inside her before the orgasm exploded. His body tensed beneath hers as hot jets filled her deeply.

Katharina groaned loudly, tightening around him in an intense reflex, her own orgasm coming soon after. Her whole body trembled as she continued to slowly gyrate, prolonging each sensation.

When she finally stopped, she remained seated on top of him, breathing irregularly, sweat dripping down her chest and thighs.

Then she turned her face to Roxanne and smiled slowly, satisfied and cruelly.

"Now that’s what I call enjoyment."

Roxanne didn’t hesitate. Katharina’s smug smile was the trigger. With a swift movement, she grabbed Katharina’s shoulder and pushed her off Vergil’s lap, making her stumble to the side with a surprised grunt.

"Enough playing around," Roxanne growled, her eyes fixed on Vergil. —Now you’ll see what real hunger is.

She climbed on top of him with fierce determination, positioning herself over his still-wet member, dripping with Katharina’s fluids. Without ceremony, she guided him to her entrance, already throbbing from so much observation. With a single, decisive downward movement, she swallowed him whole, a hoarse groan escaping her throat as she felt the thickness filling her all at once.

"I’m going to finish you off today" she whispered against his lips before planting a deep, possessive kiss, her tongue invading his mouth with the same intensity with which her body enveloped him.

She began to ride. Not with Katharina’s calculated sensuality, but with an unrelenting fury. Her hips slammed against his with a rapid, steady rhythm, each descent an impact that made the leather armchair creak. Her hands gripped his face, maintaining the kiss as their bodies met with an almost violent force.

Vergil groaned against her mouth, his hands flying to her hips, not to guide her, but to grip, trying to keep up with the frenetic pace she imposed. Roxanne broke the kiss for a moment, breathless, her gaze wild.

"That’s it... feel everything... everything that’s mine..."

She increased the speed even more, her breasts swaying with the movement, the wet, obscene sound of their bodies meeting filling the already heavy air. Her moans were short, hoarse, almost like grunts of effort and pleasure mixed together.

To the side, Katharina recovered, sitting on the floor with her legs spread, watching with dark eyes gleaming with excitement and contained anger. She ran her hand between her legs, rubbing her fingers in her own wetness, without taking her eyes off the scene.

And then Ada, who until then had recovered in silence, began to move. Sitting on the arm of the armchair, she slid her hand between her thighs, her eyes fixed on Roxanne riding Vergil furiously.

"That’s it... just like that..." Ada murmured, her voice hoarse and low, as her fingers circled her swollen clitoris. "Ride him... exhaust him..."

Her rhythm increased along with Roxanne’s, her fingers sliding inside her easily, wet and quick.

"I want my turn..." she moaned, louder now, addressing no one in particular. — After you’re done with him... he’ll still have me...

Roxanne heard and let out a muffled laugh, without slowing down.

"He won’t have anything after me... he’ll just be a wreck..." she replied between short breaths, her hips continuing to pound against Vergil with a force that promised to leave marks.

Vergil, in turn, seemed lost in the sensation. His head reclined in the armchair, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open, releasing deep moans with each thrust from Roxanne. His hands squeezed the flesh of her hips with a force that would leave bruises.

"Fuck... Roxanne..." he groaned, the warning in his voice.

She felt his muscles tense, felt his accelerated pulse inside her.

"Go..." she ordered, riding even faster, desperate now. "Cum... cum inside me... I want to feel everything..."

The command was the trigger. With a muffled roar, Vergil exploded, his body arching beneath hers as heat flooded his interior. Roxanne screamed, a triumphant and wild sound, as her own orgasm hit her in violent waves, making her body convulse on top of him.

She collapsed onto his chest, panting, sweaty, still trembling. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the panting of the four of them.

Then, slowly, Roxanne rose, sliding off him with a deep sigh. She looked at Katharina, then at Ada, a tired but victorious smile on her lips.

"I’m done with him," she announced, her voice hoarse. "Now it’s your turn, Ada. Good luck."

Vergil, still lying in the armchair, breathing heavily, only groaned softly in response, his half-closed eyes staring at Ada, who was already sliding from the arm of the armchair towards him, a determined smile on her lips.