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

(Warning: Even More Mature Content Ahead)

Maybe it was the absurdity of everything happening the past few minutes that was finally weighing on his chest. Or maybe it was because the last time he ever had his dick in someone was in his past life as Benji Foster.

But whatever the reason, Ambrose couldn’t think, breathe or move the second Loki positioned their entrance over his dick. They grabbed the shaft, stroking gently while pushing the head against their entrance.

Ambrose’s mouth trembled around Valentine’s cock, his head arching off the bed. The chaos lord’s hair flowed down their shoulders in wild pink waves, the colour still unchanged since the parade.

Yet somehow, it managed to make them seem even more alluring, every subtle movement making Ambrose feel as though he was gazing upon an actual deity.

"W-Wait." Ambrose managed to pop the Necromancer’s dick out for a few words, panting as though he’d just taken a dip into a bottomless pool. "Don’t... Don’t you need lube? There’s some in the—"

He didn’t get to finish.

Valentine slammed his dick back into his mouth—at the same moment that Loki pushed in the entirety of his length until Ambrose was balls deep in them.

Ambrose gasped.

Loki’s hole was warm, tight and fucking perfect, constricting around him in ways that made sparks blow up in his head.

He gripped the bedsheets, his moans muffled. Then he bobbed his head back and forth, controlling how much of Valentine’s cock he took into his mouth.

The rational part of him couldn’t help but wonder how Loki was able to take in his dick so easily.

’Shapeshifting.’ The word crossed his mind. ’Fuck. They... they can probably produce their own lubrication—shit.’

Sitting on the foot of the bed meanwhile, Devon and Gabriel had pulled out from what must’ve been their fifth kiss. Both men’s breathing came out in ragged bursts, the waves of desire shredding down any ounce of shame they once had about going on with this.

Now all that remained was a simple, primal hunger.

Gabriel propped himself off the bed by his knees, sliding his boxers all the way off until they were discarded on the ground. He met Devon at eye level, hands dancing from his back to his flushed red chest.

It’s been years since he’s engaged in any sort of sexual activity.

But something like this?

Not even in his wildest dreams did he see himself frolicking not only with the man he called boyfriend and permanent Guide—but also with the men who were supposed to be competition.

Devon brought his mouth to the back of his neck, pressing a slow kiss. "You sure you don’t want to give that ass—"

"Not a chance, buddy." Gabriel caught his wrist before he could get any closer to his ass cheeks, a grin playing on his face.

Two months ago he’d have snapped that wrist off entirely. All he felt now was amusement and the tiniest hint of consideration.

"I could offer something else," Gabriel inched back on the bed, lowering himself until his mouth was only a breath away from Devon’s monstrous length.

With zero warning, he slurped the S-Rank into his mouth, gagging a bit midway.

Devon’s hips bucked, eyes blowing wide with surprise and instant arousal. He groaned, threading through Gabriel’s short dark hair before fucking his mouth.

"Fuck, Silverstone." He purred darkly, head arching till his half-lidded eyes pinned on the ceiling. "You’re such a fucking... natural."

Gabriel took him out with a nasty pop that resounded through the room. "Shut up." Then he gobbled him up again, managing to go lower until he was just a couple inches shy of his sweaty balls.

Meanwhile, Valentine’s mind had gone quiet.

All that remained was the wet heat of Ambrose’s mouth and the sight of Loki bouncing on the cock that belonged to him.

Every time Loki rose and dropped, hips rolling in that filthy rhythm, Valentine’s own thrusts turned sharper. He fucked Ambrose’s throat with a hunger he hadn’t felt in decades, crimson eyes locked on the way Ambrose’s body jerked under Loki’s weight.

The tighter Ambrose’s throat squeezed around him, the harder he pushed, chasing the broken sounds Ambrose made every time Loki sank all the way.

Beside him, Viktor leaned in, mouth brushing the side of Valentine’s neck, planting soft kisses that made the Necromancer’s breath hitch. Then Viktor crawled across the mattress, straight to Loki.

He captured their mouth in a deep kiss while Loki kept riding, then lowered his head and took one of their nipples between his teeth. Loki moaned into the kiss, bouncing harder while Valentine’s cock twitched deep in Ambrose’s throat at the sound.

Ambrose was close.

He could feel it coiling hot, every thrust of Loki’s body dragging him closer to the edge. His hands shot up, grabbing Loki’s waist hard enough to bruise.

He guided the momentum himself now—pulling them down as his hips snapped up, burying himself deeper with every stroke. At the same time, his fist closed around Loki’s cock, stroking in time with the ride, thumb smearing the wetness leaking from the tip.

Loki’s hole clenched around him, making Ambrose’s eyes roll back.

A trembling sound sound tore out of him around Valentine’s cock as he came hard, spilling deep inside Loki in thick, pulsing waves.

Yet Loki didn’t pull off.

They stayed seated all the way down, taking every drop, hips still rocking in tiny circles that milked him dry.

For a long second, the only sounds were ragged breathing and the wet slide of Gabriel’s mouth on Devon.

Then Loki leaned forward—still full of Ambrose—and grabbed his chin. Their eyes burned with something dark and relentless.

"This is far from over."

Their lips crashed against Ambrose’s, fingers coiling around his neck. Valentine was forced to back away as the lord of chaos moved the Guide’s upper body off the bed like he weighed nothing.

Ambrose’s head was already woozy from post-nut clarity, his body spasming a bit.

Just how much more could he take?

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