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

(WARNING: Yes—as you may already know, there’s more smut. And mild BDSM.)

Before Ambrose knew what was happening, Loki had him kneeling on all fours, his wrists tied with ropes that were attached to the headboard.

Yes.

Freaking ropes!

Although he wasn’t complaining since it wasn’t knotted too tightly, being like this—ass up and spread wide before five males—sent pulses of heat, anxiety and renewed arousal through him.

His dick was already pumping as though he didn’t orgasm a couple minutes ago.

"Good boy." Loki’s voice was the first thing he heard before a hand smacked his ass cheek hard enough to burn. "Fuck. So fucking soft. Guys, take a feel of him."

Ambrose shuddered as more hands joined the first one, fondling from his ass cheeks to the cleft of his back side and even down to his balls and hardening cock.

"Already hard for us again, eh?" Devon drew. "Don’t worry. By the time we’re done you won’t need to fuck for days."

"Let’s not say anything too hasty." Viktor cooed. "I’d say he’d only ever want to be wrecked the way we plan to—over and over again."

The dirty talk was supposed to be cringe to a man like Ambrose.

But right now, the exhilarating feeling of being vulnerable and tied up made it all the more sensual. He arched his back until his stomach touched the bed sheets, bottom lip caught between teeth.

Then he glanced over his shoulder.

Kneeling in front of him from left to right were Devon, Loki and Viktor. As for Gabriel and Valentine, both SS-Ranks stood at either side of the bed, hands still stretched toward his ass.

Loki held a bottle of lube, passing it between the others after rubbing some onto their dick. The filthy strokes—from the balls to the glistening head made Ambrose twitch with raw need.

He’d never wanted to be fucked until he was spent completely as much as he did now. Never wanted to feel like he was at the mercy of others as much as he did now.

Fuck, was this a new kink he didn’t realise until now?

He whimpered when Loki pulled their forward dick until the head pressed between his ass cheeks. They rubbed it slowly, back and forth, the friction making Ambrose clench.

A sly smirk played on Loki’s lips as they lubed up their fingers... only to shove them gently into Ambrose’s hole.

"You wish it were our dicks in you, huh?" They started with one finger. Then another, causing Ambrose to tremble. "What’s the matter? Is it too much for you?"

"N-No... it’s... it feels so—"

A third finger, this one coiling past the others until it hit the roof of Ambrose’s hole. The latter groaned with pain and discomfort—which eventually melted to the kind of pleasure that set every cell in him on fire.

"Brave, brave, boy." Someone smacked his ass cheek hard enough to leave a bold red mark. "Come on. Relax those legs for us."

Ambrose followed those orders without a second thought, breathing in and out, the muscles around his lower body unclenching.

While this happened, Loki stroked in and out of his hole with those three fingers, fucking him until all he could think about was how the real thing would feel.

Pre-cum soaked the sheets beneath him. He began grinding against the bed, chasing more of that overwhelming pleasure as Loki drilled faster into him.

"Looks like someone wants even more." The lord of chaos turned to Devon, signalling him.

With no warning, Devon—who’d been rubbing himself to the sinful scene—brought one of his lubed-up fingers to Ambrose’s ass.

He shoved into him, adding to the insufferable burn that came from Loki’s three digits.

Ambrose’s eyes bulged.

He couldn’t even reach backwards to push them or maybe grip the sheets. All he could do was stay totally still, accepting their fingers like the good boy Loki kept calling him.

Four fingers.

The Guide couldn’t remember ever taking that much at once. Not to mention from two different males.

Suddenly Viktor leaned close, his mouth brushing his earlobe. "You want me to stroke your cock, little bird?"

He nodded helplessly. "Yes."

"Have you earned it?"

"F-Fuck, Viktor. Yes. Yes, please." He grounded harder on the bed, his mouth forming an ’o’ from the rush of ecstasy exploding in his core. "A-And... and I—"

His eyes bulged again.

Ambrose moaned, falling forward until he had a cheek pressed flush against the headboard.

"Well," Viktor grabbed his shoulder with one hand, the other too busy sending yet another finger into Ambrose. "I guess you’d just have to be a little more patient."

Fucking hell!

Five.

Five freaking fingers now.

That was basically a whole fist.

Yet, Ambrose took them all—Loki’s three and the two from Devon and Viktor—stretched so wide his vision blurred.

He thrashed against the ropes, a raw moan ripping out of him as the burn turned molten. His cock twitched hard against the sheets, leaking steadily, but he forced himself to hold as still as he could.

Every muscle in his thighs trembled with the effort. The pressure was insane, fingers curling and scissoring inside him until he was panting like an animal.

"Fuck. Fuck—"

They kept him like that for long, cruel seconds, working him open, before finally pulling free one by one.

The sudden emptiness made him whimper.

Devon leaned in first, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss right to his stretched hole. Viktor followed, tongue dragging across the same sensitive skin, tasting the lube and Ambrose’s desperation.

Then the two of them turned to each other, kissing deep over Ambrose’s ass before they scooted back, giving Loki room.

Loki stroked their cock one more time, slicking it thoroughly, eyes locked on Ambrose’s hole. They lined up, the thick head pressing against him.

Then they pushed in—every inch sinking deeper until Ambrose felt them bottom out. The stretch was brutal and perfect all at once.

He cried out, forehead pressed to the headboard, body shaking as Loki filled him.

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!