Chapter 165: Wild night on an Island [+18]

The half moon cast a pale, ethereal light over the private island, turning the night into a dreamlike haze. Palm trees rustled softly in the breeze, their shadows playing across the outdoor bed.The air hummed with the distant crash of waves and the heady perfume of night-blooming flowers, creating an intimate cocoon for the unfolding desires.

Damian reclined against the plush pillows, his broad chest rising and falling with anticipation, muscles taut under sun-kissed skin. His eyes were fixed on the approaching figures.

Racheal led the way, her pale skin glowing under the moonlight. She wore nothing but a sheer slip that clung to her lithe form, outlining the curve of her hips and the pert swell of her breasts. Crawling onto the bed, she positioned herself over him, her green eyes smoldering with hunger.

Without a word, she crashed her lips against his, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss. Their tongues met instantly, sliding and probing in a wet, urgent dance. Sucking on each other’s lips, teeth nipping lightly as the kiss deepened. Damian’s hands rose to her waist, pulling her closer, tasting the faint metallic tang on her breath.

As their mouths fused in heated passion, Hazel joined in. She tugged at Damian’s nightshirt, peeling it off to reveal his toned abdomen, while Racheal’s hands worked lower, yanking down his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and rigid, veins pulsing with need in the cool night air. The women shifted seamlessly; Racheal pulled back from the kiss just enough to glance down, her lips swollen and glistening, before she and Hazel descended on him.

Hazel took the lead, her warm mouth enveloping the head of his cock, tongue flicking rapidly over the slit to lap up the pre-cum beading there. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing as she slid down further, taking half his length into her throat with a soft gag.

Racheal gripped the base, her fingers wrapping tight as she stroked upward, matching Hazel’s rhythm. Leaning in, Racheal’s tongue traced the side of his shaft, licking long, flat strokes while Hazel bobbed on the other side.

They shared him effortlessly, switching places with eager whispers. Racheal’s turn came next; she swallowed him whole, her throat constricting around him as she hummed vibrations that shot straight to his core. Hazel cupped his balls, rolling them gently at first, then squeezing with just enough pressure to make him groan into the night. Her free hand joined Racheal’s, pumping the slick length in firm twists, thumb rubbing over the sensitive underside.

Damian’s hips jerked upward, fingers tangling in their hair as they alternated. Hazel deep-throated while Racheal licked and sucked his balls, drawing one into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. The dual attention built fast: wet slurps, the slide of tongues on both sides, hands flying in tandem. His cock throbbed, balls drawing tight under Hazel’s touch.

“Shit, I’m close,” he rasped, but they didn’t relent.

Racheal’s hand sped up, stroking furiously as Hazel sucked the tip like a vacuum, her tongue pressing flat against the frenulum. With a strained cry, Damian erupted.

His cock pulsed wildly, cum shooting out in forceful arcs like a geyser under pressure spraying high before falling in hot, sticky ropes across their upturned faces. They knelt there, mouths open, tongues extended to catch the falling seed, licking lips and chins smeared with his release. Racheal scooped a drop from Hazel’s cheek, sucking it off her finger with a wicked grin.

Breathless but insatiable, Racheal slid upward, her slip hiking up to bare her smooth, dripping pussy. She aligned his still-hard cock with her entrance, sinking down slowly, inch by inch, until he filled her completely. A mutual gasp escaped as she began riding him; hips circling then slamming down, pussy walls gripping his shaft in tight, rhythmic squeezes. The transparent fabrics tangled around them, brushing sensitive skin.

Hazel and Ruby flanked him now, kneeling on either side. Ruby’s dark curls framed her face, her voluptuous body barely concealed by the sheer cloth, nipples hard and visible. Both women had hands buried between their thighs, fingers plunging into wet pussies, circling clits with desperate whines. Their eyes pleaded wide, needy as they masturbated inches from him.

Damian reached out, his strong fingers finding their cores. He thrust two into Hazel’s soaked heat, curling them to hit her G-spot, thumb grinding her clit. She bucked against his hand, moaning loudly. On the other hand, he did the same to Ruby. His fingers scissoring inside her, stretching her walls as she rocked forward, cries mingling with the wet sounds of flesh.

The three women filled the night with their moans raw. Racheal rode harder, ass slapping against his thighs, breasts bouncing freely. Hazel’s pussy clenched around his digits, juices dripping down his wrist. Ruby ground shamelessly, her full lips parted in ecstasy.

Racheal leaned in close, her breath hot on Damian’s neck. Her fangs extended, sharp and gleaming, as she struck, sinking them into his flesh with a precise bite. The pierce brought a sharp sting, blood welling warm and coppery into her mouth.

She sucked slowly, drawing his essence in languid pulls, the act weaving pain with an intoxicating pleasure that spread like fire through his veins. Damian’s moan rumbled deep, body arching as the dual sensations; her pussy milking him, the bite igniting every nerve pushed him to the brink.

It took only a minute for the mix of agony and bliss to overwhelm him.

His cock swelled inside Racheal, erupting in thick spurts that flooded her depths. Cum pumped deep, filling her until it overflowed, creamy trails leaking down his shaft even as he stayed buried to the root. She shuddered atop him, fangs retracting with a final suck, her own climax crashing as walls spasmed around his pulsing length.

Hazel and Ruby peaked with them, pussies squeezing Damian’s fingers in convulsing waves, their loud moans blending into a chorus under the half moon. The bed was a mess of sweat, blood, and cum, the transparent covers clinging damply. Damian’s neck throbbed with the mark, a lingering buzz of pleasure-pain, as the women slumped against him, breaths heaving in the night air.

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