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

(WARNING: They’re... still at it.)

The burn coursing under Ambrose’s skin was brutal. Valentine’s arms never left his waist, only coiling tighter as he fucked him.

With shut eyes, he leaned harder against the Necromancer’s shoulder. The latter pressed a wet, slurpy kiss on his lips, tongue slipping through, consuming his moans as his hips bucked faster.

"You’re doing so good." Valentine’s fingers ran from his twitching dick, overflowing with pre cum, to his stomach and then his chest. He twisted his nipples, pulling strained gasps out of Ambrose’s throat. "So beautiful." His lips trailed to his neck. "Keep moaning for me."

Ambrose lifted a hand, reaching for the back of Valentine’s head, controlling how much he kissed him.

He couldn’t get too carried away, though.

So far he’d gotten Loki to orgasm.

That was still only one partner out of five... according to the system’s directive. As much as there were no penalties involved, he couldn’t afford to lose such an interesting-looking reward as the ominous ’Vessel Of The Five’ title.

Oh—and of course, not the seduction coins either.

[Only a highly functional pervert like yourself could think of levelling up even during intimacy.]

’Aura?’ the thought barely managed to form. Valentine just pulled out with a wet pop, arms uncoiling as he gripped his waist. ’Do me a favour... fuck off to the corner of my mind you were hiding in.’

[You don’t have to tell me twice. Although, I can’t promise not peeping once in a—]

’AURA!’

There was finally silence in his head, around the same moment that Valentine got him lying on his back. The SS-Rank spread out his thighs, positioning himself between them.

He lifted Ambrose’s legs until they hung over his shoulder—and thanks to this position, the Guide got to see his other partners.

Loki was sitting on the floor beside the bed now, still butt naked. They panted as though they’d just come back from a marathon around the entire continent, neck arched to give them a view of the ceiling.

Devon and Viktor were locked in a kiss, the ice Prince on top of the former, clearly taking more control, stroking the redhead’s cock.

Both men groaned, shuddering breaths mingling together as they kissed deeper.

Then there was Gabriel.

The space god knelt just a couple of feet behind Valentine, those iridescent orbs pinned hungrily on the scene of his best friend fucking their permanent Guide as he stroked his own cock.

His permanent link was messy with tangled emotions, most tinted with arousal and lust. He raised a hand to his broad chest, gently touching one nipple, the stare increasing in intensity.

They were all so comfortable with pleasuring themselves. Yet Ambrose could not allow any of them to come before he made them to.

’Well,’ his exhales came out in shattered puffs as the head of Valentine’s cock nudged his throbbing hole again, ’this mission’s gonna be harder than I thought.’

SLAM!

The sound of Valentine’s hips meeting Ambrose’s ass when he plunged balls deep into him was deafening. Ambrose’s whimper was even louder, but a kiss from Valentine devoured it before it could resound through the entire neighbourhood.

Valentine didn’t stop.

He kept driving in deep while his mouth left Ambrose’s lips and trailed lower—wet, open kisses along the inside of Ambrose’s thighs, then higher, sucking at the soft skin of his calves.

Ambrose’s legs trembled over Valentine’s shoulders as the Necromancer’s tongue dragged across one ankle and then closed around a toe, sucking it slowly while his hips never lost rhythm.

Gabriel finally moved.

He crawled closer, eyes locked on Ambrose’s leaking cock, and wrapped a large hand around it. The first firm stroke made Ambrose jolt. Gabriel’s grip was rough and perfect, thumb smearing pre-cum over the head in tight circles.

"Fuck... Gabriel..." Ambrose choked out.

The dual sensation—Valentine’s cock slamming into him while Gabriel stroked him—riled Ambrose so hard his control snapped.

He yanked his legs down from Valentine’s shoulders and locked them tight around the Necromancer’s waist, heels digging into Valentine’s lower back. Then he bucked up hard, meeting every thrust, forcing Valentine deeper until the wet slap of skin on skin grew louder and messier.

Valentine groaned against his ankle. "Shit... Ambrose..."

Ambrose reached out with one hand, still locked around Valentine, and grabbed Gabriel’s cock. He stroked him in the same rough rhythm Gabriel was using on him, eyes locked with the space god’s.

Gabriel’s breath hitched, hips pushing into Ambrose’s fist.

Valentine’s thrusts turned uneven. His grip on Ambrose’s thighs tightened, crimson eyes blown wide, jaw clenched like he was fighting not to break.

"Valentine," Ambrose panted, still stroking Gabriel, still rolling his hips. "You’re close. I can feel it."

Valentine didn’t answer with words. He slammed in a couple more times, then pulled out with a filthy sound and came hard across Ambrose’s stomach and cock, thick white ropes painting his skin as he shuddered above him.

[Two partners have successfully reached orgasm thanks to the host!]

[PartnersLeft: Three.]

’Thanks, Captain Obvious.’

Almost instantly—before Ambrose could even catch his breath—Gabriel moved yet again.

He shoved Valentine aside without apologies, positioned himself between Ambrose’s spread legs, and hauled him up by the hips. In one smooth motion, he lifted Ambrose’s back off the mattress until he was sitting fully on his lap, the thick head of Gabriel’s cock pressing against his messy, used hole.

Gabriel’s voice was low and grating against his ear. "My turn."

Two fingers spread out Ambrose’s hole, stretching him wide enough to take him. His arms wrapped around him, helping him sink lower and lower, taking him inch by thick inch.

Ambrose’s head dropped forward onto Gabriel’s shoulder as the stretch burned and filled him all over again. Through half-lidded eyes he caught movement at the edge of the bed.

Devon and Viktor were crawling up toward them.

The fire-type’s red hair was messy, lips swollen from kissing. Viktor’s ice-blue gaze stayed locked on Ambrose’s face while they both moved closer on hands and knees, cocks hard and neglected. Devon reached out first, fingers brushing Ambrose’s thigh.

Viktor followed right behind him, mouth already tilting toward Gabriel’s neck like he couldn’t wait another second.

’Dear... gods.’ Ambrose’s thoughts stuttered. ’Never thought the day would come where... I’d be terrified of sex.’

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