Demonic Po*nstar System Chapter 713: Moonlit Sex 18+

Turning toward her caused her nightgown to slide upward along her thigh, the silk gliding smoothly over her skin. His palm claimed her buttock, fingers spreading possessively over its alluring curve, and she let out a soft hum against his lips.

"We should hurry," she murmured, eyes gleaming in the darkness. "The girls sleep lightly, and I instructed the pair to arrive in less than an hour."

Kaiden gazed at her. Strands of hair tousled around her face, her nightgown slipped from one shoulder, moonlight from the window highlighting the elegant curve of her waist, the generous flare of her hips, and the ample swell of her breasts pressing against the delicate silk. She appeared every bit the woman who had just orchestrated the downfall of a competing guild and now craved her reward.

He captured her lips in a kiss.

Nyx’s breath hitched as she surrendered to it, her fingers clenching tighter around him while she arched toward his chest. With fluid grace, he rolled her onto her back, propping one hand beside her head while the other shoved her nightgown higher—beyond her hips, past her waist's hollow—until the silk gathered above her breasts and his hand rested on the naked warmth of her stomach, where his Sinsworn Valkyrie mark lay.

"Kaiden," she gasped, a giggle bubbling up. "I said we should hur-"

His kiss deepened, silencing her laughter into a softer, deeper moan that pierced straight through him.

A few minutes remained. At this moment, bathed in silvery light with Nyx’s thighs parting for him and her grasp drawing him nearer, rushing held no appeal for him.

Slowly, he entered her, eyes fixed on her expression throughout.

Her fingers intertwined with his. A shaky breath slipped from her lips, her back arching off the sheets as she adapted to his presence. She gripped his hands fiercely, and he returned the pressure, remaining motionless until her breaths evened out and she shifted against him in languid welcome.

Their bodies moved in unison.

This was lovemaking suited to the quiet hours from midnight to dawn, when existence narrowed to just two souls and the intimate gap between them. Her breasts heaved with every thrust, faint light accentuating their fullness, and Kaiden observed them, her features, finding only his reflection in her gaze.

Her legs encircled his waist, heels digging into the base of his spine to urge him deeper, a noise escaping her that she trapped by biting her lower lip. One hand released his to cup his jaw, thumb tracing his cheekbone, eyes fused with his.

"I love you," she breathed fiercely, the words tumbling out raw and intense, as if the cadence of their joining had wrenched them free.

He rested his forehead against hers, inhaling her essence—lavender, salt, and the warmth of their passion. She clenched around him tightly, burned hot beneath his touch, every utterance of hers resonating in his chest.

"You know what some people call me?" she whispered amid their kisses.

"Mm."

"A cuck. Because I like seeing you with other women." A light, breathless laugh followed. "They also call me a massive sub because I always let you take the lead, that I hand you initiative because I can’t help myself." She ground against him, eyelids fluttering. "And they’re right. I love it. I love letting you have me."

Her stare held steady.

"But."

Suddenly, her legs clamped around his waist while her hands shoved against his chest, flipping him over in a seamless twist. The bed groaned as Kaiden landed on his back. Nyx straddled him, thighs framing his hips. Her hands flattened on his chest, pink hair cascading wildly around their faces in the dim glow.

She rocked once, deliberately and weightily, her expression mirroring the poised assurance from her call with Brittany and Trisha—yet gentler now, illuminated by the ecstasy surging within her.

"Sometimes," she panted, "I want to have you all to myself. I want to be the one who takes."

She rode him with abandon.

Moonlight traced each motion—the undulating rise and descent above him, the sway of her breasts with every grind, the quiver in her thighs at the perfect angle that drew her gasps. Her fingers laced with his, pinning him in place, as she bent forward, her pink locks veiling his vision and her heated breath teasing his lips.

The pang in Kaiden’s chest surged beyond tactics, bliss, or the two A-tier fighters they’d gained. This woman had just berated two warriors as sluts to their faces and vowed to crush them, yet now she offered herself with a vulnerability that shattered his defenses.

Her hold became vise-like as she clenched around him. His name fell from her lips in a fragmented whisper, and as her climax hit, she trembled, forehead pressed to his collarbone, a moan spilling free.

Moments later, he tumbled after her, hands slipping from hers to seize her waist and yank her flush against him. His groan rumbled low and primal, muffled in her hair.

Nyx slumped onto him.

Her form pressed down, solid and tangible, breasts mashed to his chest, breaths coming in harsh bursts against his neck. Arms encircled him, hugging with raw emotion.

"I love you too much," she murmured into his neck. "Far too much. It’s honestly becoming a problem."

Kaiden’s arms encircled her back, holding firm. "It’s not a problem if you ask me... But if it is, then we’re both in deep shit."

Her laugh vibrated softly against him, barely audible, just a tremor on his chest. They lingered entwined amid silk, sheets, and starlight. The night sky shifted subtly outside, the girls slumbering undisturbed.

For roughly thirty more seconds.

"Why," a voice demanded from the bed’s far edge, "is this fat cow on top of my spot."

Luna’s eyes had snapped open—slitted, golden, blazing with feral rage, locked on Nyx’s back like a beast reclaiming invaded turf.

Nyx giggled softly into Kaiden’s neck, refusing to budge.

"I was displaced," Luna pressed on, voice husky from sleep and indignation. "I was ousted from my proper place and dumped beside the cat, and now the fat cow hogs everything with her absurd fat cow body."

Nyx raised her head slightly to meet Kaiden’s eyes. Hers sparkled, cheeks rosy. Her smile radiated pure, serene fulfillment, the most contented he’d witnessed.

They maintained that gaze amid Luna’s rising tirade behind them, then shared a kiss.