Seducing the Guideverse With My System — Raising an Anomaly [BL]

(WARNING: More Mature Content Ahead)

He couldn’t believe it.

No, really—this was the kind of shit his wet dreams were made of. All five of the males he loved gathered in a room, not just fixed on sleeping with him.

But also having fun with themselves.

Even now as he was tongue deep in Loki’s mouth, his gaze couldn’t help but flit to Viktor. The ice Prince had acted so awkward the first and only time he and Devon kissed.

Now he was practically devouring him, the filthiest smirk quivering at the corner of his mouth. Both men occasionally glanced at him—making sure he watched them.

Ambrose’s erection popped until it hurt.

He could already feel the slick pre cum coating his underwear as Loki’s arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against them.

"Do you like this?" The Lord of chaos whispered. "Did you... desire all of this?"

Heat bubbled through Ambrose’s core, yet he was able to whimper into those claiming lips. "Y-Yes. I do."

Loki took him by surprise, fingers slipping past his pants and underwear. They gripped his ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh like they were moulding a piece of art worthy of divinity.

"I know you do," a rich yet devious sound trembled out of their throat. "For weeks now I’ve seen the way you looked at every last one of us whenever we’re in a room together."

A broken moan left Devon just then.

Ambrose’s eyes slid back to the bed.

The fire type’s cock had sprung out of his underwear, now being stroked quietly by Viktor. The latter deepened their kiss, fingers rolling from the thick shaft to that shining tip, Devon’s sweat-slicked chest rising and falling like he was on the verge of ruin.

Gabriel still knelt at Viktor’s other side, trailing nasty kisses that would definitely leave marks on his neck.

Suddenly, Loki pulled away, grabbing Ambrose’s face.

"Desire like yours," they continued, eyes glinting with a devious light, "has always been unlike anything I’ve ever witnessed before."

They shifted, standing behind Ambrose. Their naked chest ground against his back, making him shudder.

Loki didn’t stop, fingers digging deeper into Ambrose’s waist. Those digits roamed up and down, gradually pulling down his pants and underwear until they pooled on the marble floor.

"Fuck." Loki groaned, taking one of his ear lobes into their mouth. "Your body alone is hot enough to make me cum."

Ambrose didn’t realise when he subconsciously bucked his hips. Nor did he notice when Loki’s panties disappeared, leaving their length nestled between his ass cheeks.

He arched his head, eyes shutting as Loki’s lips came to his neck. Another presence soon crossed the room, towering before him with a familiar dark scent.

Valentine.

The Necromancer took his time lifting his hands, fingers brushing tenderly from the dip of Ambrose’s waist to the sensitive peaks of his nipples. Every lingering touch brought the former closer and closer to the edge.

From behind, Loki reached for his cock, thumb rubbing that pinkish head.

Then their fist closed fully around him and stroked harder—twisting on every upstroke until Ambrose’s knees nearly gave up.

Valentine caught his jaw at the same moment, tilting his face up and crushing their mouths together. The kiss was deep, all tongue and teeth, while Loki kept working him from behind, hard length sliding against the cleft of his ass.

Sandwiched between them, Ambrose felt like he was about to lose his mind. Every nerve was on fire.

He moaned into Valentine’s mouth, the sound oozing with desperation, then grunted when Loki’s grip tightened, and the Necromancer’s free hand pinched a nipple hard enough to sting.

His hips jerked helplessly, cock leaking steadily over Loki’s fingers. The dual assault left his breath stuttering.

He was already feeling the build-up that came only when he was at the edge of explosive bliss.

They didn’t let him.

Loki and Valentine stopped at the same time, mouths and hands pulling away just before he tipped over. Ambrose made a shaky noise of protest, but strong hands were already guiding him toward the bed.

The others shifted without a word, clearing a path until Ambrose could sink onto his back in the middle of the sheets.

He lay there breathing hard, staring up at every last one of them.

Devon hovered closest on his left, eyes hungry and lips still swollen from Viktor’s mouth. Viktor knelt beside him, expression unreadable except for the heat in his gaze.

Gabriel sat near the headboard, watching every twitch of Ambrose’s body. Valentine stood at the edge of the mattress, crimson eyes never leaving his face. And Loki—the SSS-Rank climbed between his legs first.

They lowered themselves without hesitation, spreading Ambrose’s thighs wide open with firm hands. Warm breath ghosted over his aching cock a second before their mouth closed around it, perfectly wet and tight.

Ambrose’s head fell back against the pillows, a sharp moan tearing out of him as Loki sank lower, tongue pressing hard along the underside.

"H-Holy shit." He cried. "Fuck... Loki..."

Across the bed, Gabriel grabbed the back of Devon’s head and hauled him into a hungry kiss that would’ve startled Ambrose if he wasn’t fighting to stay sane. Valentine moved up at the same time, knees bracketing Ambrose’s shoulders as he pressed the thick head of his cock against Ambrose’s lips.

Ambrose opened for him on instinct, eyes fluttering shut as the weight filled his mouth. Viktor leaned in and kissed Valentine deeply while the Necromancer fucked slowly into Ambrose’s throat.

The obscene sounds filled the room—Loki’s mouth sliding up and down, Gabriel and Devon’s messy kisses, the soft wet push of Valentine’s cock past Ambrose’s lips.

Pleasure coiled viciously in his gut.

He was so close to cumming it hurt.

"Loki," he tried to warn. "Fuck, I don’t... I don’t want to yet—"

Loki pulled off at the last second, leaving his cock shiny and throbbing in the open air. Ambrose choked on a wrecked sound, hips lifting uselessly.

Loki only smiled, climbing up his body until they straddled his hips. They reached down, guiding the slick head of Ambrose’s cock to rest against their entrance, hovering there like they meant to sink and take every inch.

Ambrose held his breath. "Dear fuck..."

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