My Wives are Beautiful Demons

"Get me pregnant," Crymsaria demanded.

The heavy silence that followed was broken only by Itharine’s ragged breathing and Qliphoth’s faint snoring. The scent of sex still hung in the air, now mixing with the intense, damp aroma emanating from the two women staring at him.

Vergil rose with the fluidity of a predator, his body still wet with Itharine’s fluids. He didn’t say a word. Words were unnecessary. The air was electrified by their promise, by the unspoken demand pulsing through the space between them.

He walked toward them, his steps firm against the black grass. His blue eyes traveled over their trembling bodies from head to toe, lingering on the glistening trails running down the inside of their thighs.

Crymsaria was the first to move.

With an abrupt gesture that looked more like breaking free from shackles, she grabbed the straps of her black dress and tore it downward.

The fabric offered little resistance, ripping apart with a dry sound until it revealed her naked body. Her breasts were full and heavy, her pink nipples already rigidly erect.

But Vergil’s eyes went straight to her pussy. Her lips were swollen and dripping with her juices, so wet that the light reflected off them like a stream.

Nivara, seeing her rival’s actions, refused to be left behind.

Her long, pale fingers undid the ties of her ice-blue dress.

She allowed it to slip from her shoulders with a glacial elegance that contrasted with the fire in her eyes.

Her body was voluptuous, with large, pointed breasts and peach-colored nipples. Vergil studied her pussy just as he had Crymsaria’s. A few short, white, frost-covered hairs surrounded it, but the sight was simply obscene. The pink, swollen slit pulsed with every beat of her heart. Her fluids were clearer, almost translucent, running in silver threads down her alabaster thighs.

"Who goes first?" Vergil asked, his voice a deep growl. He was already hard again, his imposing member still lubricated with what remained of Itharine’s fluids.

"Together," Crymsaria growled, her golden eyes flashing. "We aren’t fragile humans who need to wait their turn."

"Yes," Nivara agreed, her voice an icy breath. "Together. Spoil us. Ruin us."

Vergil needed no further encouragement.

He approached them, his dominant scent enveloping both women.

He wrapped one arm around Crymsaria’s waist and pulled her against his body, his mouth meeting hers in a devouring, possessive kiss.

She moaned loudly against his lips. "Mmmph! Ah!" Her hands buried themselves in his silver hair.

Meanwhile, his other hand traveled down Nivara’s cold body until it found her wet pussy. She shuddered violently at the first touch, a sharp, shrill moan escaping her lips.

"Ihhhhnn! Straight... to that?!" His fingers explored the Ice Dragon’s wet virginity.

She was tight, incredibly tight, but so soaked that his fingers slid easily between her swollen lips.

The sound was obscenely wet: squick-squick.

He found her clitoris, small and hard as an icy pebble, and rubbed it with the base of his thumb.

"KYAAAAH!" Nivara screamed, her body bending like a bow. Her knees weakened.

A fresh stream of icy fluid gushed from her, running down Vergil’s fingers with a soft shhhhh.

His kiss with Crymsaria deepened.

Her tongue was hot and tasted of spice and fire. Her hands descended along his back to his ass, pulling him hard against the damp heat of her sex.

She rubbed herself against him, her own hands rising to squeeze her heavy breasts and pinch her nipples hard.

"Inside," she begged, breaking the kiss. "Now, Vergil. Tear me open."

He guided her backward and bent her over the fallen table, her round, inviting ass raised toward him.

He positioned himself behind her, the tip of his member pressing against her virgin entrance, slippery with her own desire.

"Breathe," he ordered.

Crymsaria inhaled deeply, and he penetrated her.

"GRRRAHHHHHH!" Her scream wasn’t one of pain, but triumph.

It was a deep, guttural roar that echoed through the clearing.

She was hot.

Hotter than any human fire. Her inner walls were like burning velvet, enveloping him with almost crushing pressure. The sound of his penetration was a wet, decisive SCHLOP.

"Move! MOVE!" she shouted, her nails scratching the table’s wood.

Vergil obeyed. He began fucking her with long, powerful thrusts, every collision of his hips against her fleshy ass producing a resounding smack that blended with the wet, squirting sounds of their union.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

squelch-squelch, sploosh.

"AH! AH! YES! LIKE THAT! DEEPER!" Crymsaria bellowed, her words deteriorating into something primal and brutal. Her body responded with a series of violent contractions. "I’M... I’M GOING TO COME! DON’T STOP!"

While fucking Crymsaria with increasing force, Vergil reached behind himself, grabbed Nivara by the arm, and pulled her closer. The Ice Dragon was trembling, her glassy eyes fixed on the brutal union in front of her.

"Your turn," he growled without slowing his rhythm against Crymsaria.

Nivara didn’t need to be told twice. She knelt on the black grass beside them, her face level with Crymsaria’s sex, where Vergil’s member plunged in and out at a relentless pace.

"Lick it," Vergil ordered.

With a submissive moan of "Nhhaaaa..." Nivara extended her pale, icy tongue. She licked the length of Vergil’s cock whenever it emerged, lubricated by Crymsaria’s fluids, but never touched Crymsaria’s pussy. After all, they were rivals before anything else.

"Ahhnnnn~" Crymsaria moaned, her body writhing. Nivara’s icy saliva on Vergil’s cock created an excruciating contrast with the scorching heat inside her.

Nivara continued licking Vergil’s cock every time it slid out of Crymsaria, creating a symphony of "Mmmh... mmmph... slurp... slorp" that blended with Crymsaria’s screams and Vergil’s grunts.

"Now you," Vergil told Nivara, his voice strained.

He pulled free from Crymsaria with a wet POP, leaving her moaning in frustration.

He turned, grabbed Nivara by her narrow hips, and lifted her as though she weighed nothing. He placed her on her back on the soaked grass, her long, pale legs spreading like a butterfly’s wings.

Her pussy was exposed, pink and pulsating. He knelt between her legs and, without ceremony, plunged inside her.

Nivara’s reaction was different. A cutting silence, followed by a long, trembling sigh that seemed to steal the air from her lungs. "Haaaaaaaahhh...."

She felt different inside as well. An icy, almost agonizing tightness, like being enveloped by wet silk kept in the snow. But her equally abundant wetness made the penetration easy.

The sound was sharper, more squishy than squelchy.

"Move," she whispered, her ice-blue eyes pleading. "Please... melt me."

Vergil began moving inside her. His hips struck her pelvic bones with a faster, more precise rhythm.

pap-pap-pap-pap.

Nivara’s moans were melodious and high-pitched, like thin glass shattering.

"Ahn! Ahn! Ahn! There! Right THERE! NNNNH!"

Crymsaria, having recovered, crawled toward them. Her sex was still visibly pulsing. She knelt beside Nivara’s head and murmured, "You’re fucked."

Crymsaria placed a hand over Nivara’s womb—or where it should be—and began warming the Ice Dragon with her hot palm.

"Feel that," Crymsaria demanded. "Just like you froze his cock so he could fuck me with it cold, you bitch."

Nivara, her eyes half-closed with pleasure, couldn’t resist her.

Her womb grew completely hot beneath Crymsaria’s searing, swollen heat.

"FUCK!" Nivara cursed.

Vergil continued fucking Nivara with deep, rapid thrusts.

The sounds merged into an obscene symphony.

"Ih! Ih! I’m coming! I’m coming!" There were Vergil’s guttural grunts, the wet and constant sound of skin striking skin—clap-clap-squelch-slap—and Nivara’s continuous squirting as every hot thrust made her insides melt, literally.

Both women’s virginity was shattered, not with tenderness, but in a storm of desire that transformed them. Their draconic bodies, accustomed to majestic forms and cosmic powers, were now being shaken by the most basic and overwhelming physical pleasure.

Vergil felt the pressure within him mounting, driven by the sight and sensation of the two powerful women surrendering themselves to him. He changed the angle inside Nivara and struck a deeper spot.

She screamed, her body arching violently. "AAAAHHHHHHH! I’M COMING! I’M COMING!"

A jet of icy silver fluid gushed from her, not with the force of Itharine’s, but in a steady wave that flooded their joined sexes with a prolonged splsssssh. Her inner channel pulsed and contracted around him in violent spasms.

That was enough for Crymsaria. Seeing and feeling her rival’s orgasm through her fingers pushed her to climax as well.

"NOW! GET ME PREGNANT, VERGIL! FILL ME!" she roared, her body trembling like a leaf. Her own orgasm struck her in visible waves of heat, her fluids running over her fingers and dripping onto the grass like warm rain. She had been masturbating the entire time while using her other hand to heat Nivara’s womb.

The command, the desperation in her voice, the sight of the two ruined virgin dragons begging for his seed... it was the final spark for Vergil.

With one last growl from the depths of his being—"GRRRUUUHHH!"—he buried himself as deeply as he could inside Nivara’s icy, contracting channel and released himself.

His eruption was powerful, flooding the Ice Dragon’s virgin womb with heat that contrasted violently with her inner cold. He pumped into her, every pulse accompanied by a hoarse moan from him.

He didn’t stop there. As soon as Nivara’s contractions weakened, he pulled out of her with a soaked sound and turned toward Crymsaria, who was still panting with glazed eyes.

Without a word, he pushed her down onto the grass amid their mingled fluids and entered her with a single powerful thrust. She was already open, soft, and ready.

"Fill me," she whispered, her golden eyes fixed on his, pleading. "Complete me."

He resumed a brutal, rapid rhythm, now driven by his own orgasm. Within a few thrusts, he felt another wave building. He penetrated her to the very end, his hips pressed against hers, and ejaculated again, this time inside the Dragon’s scorching womb.

The air became still, heavy with the scent of sex, sweat, and raw power. The three bodies remained motionless for a moment, doing nothing but panting. Vergil collapsed between them, his back touching Nivara’s icy side and his leg resting over Crymsaria’s warm thigh.

Nivara was crying silently, frozen tears running down her temples.

Crymsaria wore a tired, victorious smile.

On the ground, Itharine grumbled in her sleep and turned over.

Qliphoth snored softly.

Crymsaria then murmured, "Why are you crying, Ice Princess?"

Nivara hid her face. "It was fucking incredible..."

Crymsaria smiled. "I won."

Nivara looked at her. "Like hell you did."

Crymsaria laughed. "Well, I got the bigger load, so I won."

"Like hell you did~"

"He came inside me twice. How many times did he come inside you?"

"..."

"I won."

"Nobody won," Vergil said. "It was a draw."

Both women looked at him.

"How was it a draw when I clearly—"

"I said it was a draw, Crymsaria."

She could only fall silent.

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