Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride - Chapter 342

Chapter 342: The Wolf Joins the Party – The Fox Steals the Cream! [R18]
Nikolai groaned beneath the suffocating heat of Amphitrite’s cunt as she ground herself over his mouth, folds dragging over his lips, coating him in her taste. Every shift smeared him wetter, her juices clinging to his skin, thick and salty. His tongue worked deeper, slow at first, but her hips didn’t allow him mercy—every roll made a mess of his chin.

Kumiko’s lips were stretched tight around his cock, her breath hot against his base as she pushed him deeper down her throat. Her hand gripped him like a handle, steady, precise. Each motion was careful, practised devotion. Her breasts bounced gently as she moved, nipples brushing his thighs with every slow, sticky bob.

Glk… glrk… mmnn—her throat caught around him. Spit coated his shaft in messy strings, hanging from her chin, clinging to her tongue when she pulled back just to swallow him again.

The bed creaked beneath the weight of them—humid, reeking of sweat and sex, nothing left untouched.

Then—

A voice slid through the air, cutting clean.

“That’s enough.”

Nikita’s robe fell soundlessly, her steps silent as she climbed onto the mattress. Her eyes burned—not with fire, but a hunger. Watching had turned her soft expression sharp.

She moved like her body already ached—like every inch of her skin demanded contact. Her thighs glistened, inner flesh flushed and damp, a lazy trail running down her leg. “If you don’t touch me right now, I’ll scream.”

She crawled across the bed between Amphitrite’s thighs, the mermaid gasping as Nikita brushed past. Her gaze didn’t shift from Nikolai—not for a second. She grabbed his face, tangled her fingers in his hair, and kissed him with a hunger that pulsed like a second heartbeat.

It wasn’t sweet. It was wet, frantic.

Her tongue plunged past his lips and tasted Amphitrite’s juices smeared on his tongue and face. Nikita’s moan bled into his mouth, needy and low, as her hips rocked unconsciously against the air. Her ass bouncing, already damp, a glint of white along her pubic hairs as arousal slipped down in shining threads.

“Mnnn… you taste like her pussy,” she whispered, lips brushing his, breath ragged. “Filthy boy.”

Amphitrite chuckled, still grinding. “Jealous little wolf?”

“Shut up and move.” Nikita’s voice stayed soft but firm. “I want his fingers inside me.”

Nikita reached down and dragged Nikolai’s hand between her thighs, her fingers trembling as she pressed herself down into his palm. Her body stopped as his fingers slipped into her pink folds, like a pair of magnets pulling together, where it belonged whole body reacted instantly, pelvis jerking against his touch.

“There. Right there,” Nikita whispered.

His fingers slipped inside her without resistance—two, deep, curled just right. The sound of it was immediate: schlp… schlp… Her walls gripped him, pulsing, wetness coating his hand in seconds. His thumb circled her clit, and she bucked once, hard, her legs shivering.

“Aahh—hh, ngh… more,” she gasped.

Below, Kumiko let out a shaky moan around his cock, throat vibrating around him. Glrk—glrk—mmf… Her cheeks flushed red, mouth sloppy with spit, lips smeared. She blinked up, eyes unfocused, watching Nikita’s cunt swallowing his fingers.

“Feels so good,” she choked softly, “he’s so… deep…”

She didn’t stop. Her mouth worked faster now, noisy, messy, lips sliding wet up and down Nikolai’s shaft. Drool dripped onto the sheets below her, strings of it clinging to her chin.

Amphitrite leaned forward, amused. “Good girl,” she purred. “So eager. You were made for this.”

She arched back again, grabbing the headboard, her thick ass slapping softly against Nikita’s chest as she bounced. Each grind against Nikolai’s tongue came sharper, faster, pussy drenching him with every pass.

“I’m close,” she moaned. “I’m going to ride his tongue until I break.”

Her voice trembled. Her thighs shook. Her breath came faster as she rubbed against Nikolai’s face faster, faster and faster! The mermaid’s warm cunt grinding over his mouth with soaked, sticky rhythm.

Schlup… schlup… Wet sounds filled the room, her body jerking with every burst of pleasure.

“Hhh—yes… there, right there—don’t stop—don’t stop—don’t stop!”

Amphitrite’s thighs locked around his head, the soft weight of her ass pressing against his cheeks, smearing him in her wetness with every frantic bounce. Her pussy rode his mouth hard now—erratic, desperate—folds spread open against his lips, swollen and soaked, the tang of her sea-salt slime coating his tongue.

She tasted briny, musky, slightly sweet—like sweat and ocean and something wild.

His tongue pressed deeper, long and flat as it slid upward, the tip flicking hard across the firm swell of her inner wall. Amphitrite bucked—that was it. That spot. He did it again, and she let out a guttural moan that vibrated through her spine and into his jaw.

But even as she used his mouth, his hand worked beneath her.

Nikita’s cunt was stretched open around his fingers—hot, soft, and greedier by the second. He curled two fingers inside her, dragging them up along her front wall, slowly at first. He could feel the spongy swell beneath his fingertips, the way her entire body twitched when he rubbed in small, relentless circles.

That was her spot—completely different from Amphitrite’s. Deeper. Higher. More sensitive.

She sucked at his fingers with each stroke—slrck… slrk… schlmp—her love juices coating his palm, sliding down his wrist. She wasn’t just wet. She was soaked. His fingers moved easily, but every clench of her inner muscles pulled at him, tightening, milking, like her body didn’t want to let him go.

“Ahhh—haa—f-fuck,” she choked out, her hips rolling helplessly. “You know exactly where it is… you bastard…”

He couldn’t reply, not with Amphitrite grinding down over his mouth, stealing his breath with her heat. But in his mind, he was comparing them, feeling both at once.

Amphitrite’s cunt was broader, softer—her walls slippery and open, made for being ridden, for drowning his tongue. She flowed over him. Her taste was rich and intoxicating. Her pleasure came in waves, hips rolling like tides, riding high on every flick of his tongue.

Nikita was the opposite—tight and narrow, a vice around his fingers, soaking and twitching with every little curl he gave her. Her inner walls clutched at him like she was starving, and the moment he stroked her G-spot with just the right pressure, she let out a sharp cry, jerking forward onto his hand.

“Hhhnnn—right there, fuck, don’t stop, I’m—I’m gonna—!”

Her cunt spasmed, leaking onto his wrist, the smell of her arousal thick in the air. Earthy. Sweet. Raw. She was trembling, legs quivering beneath her, hair clinging to her face as she looked down at him, lips parted, expression wrecked.

Above him, Amphitrite moaned again, her folds shuddering as his tongue pushed harder against her, circling the sensitive nub inside her that made her cry out. Her plump ass slammed down, grinding him harder into the mattress as her cheeks clapped erotically damp with sweat.

“Ohh—hahh—yes, baby, yes… tongue deeper… mess me up—fuck—yes!”

His jaw ached. His fingers ached. But he didn’t stop.

He was buried in both of them. One riding his mouth like she was drowning in it, the other fucking his hand like she was being filled. He could taste one, feel the other, and smell both—heat and sweat and spit and pussy—and it was driving him insane.

His cock throbbed in Kumiko’s throat, her pace never faltering. Glrk—glrk—glk—Her mouth was a tight, dripping vacuum, each gag sending vibrations up his shaft. Her spit covered him, pooling at the base, smeared across her flushed cheeks.

Despite that, her eyes never left his hand, watching the way it disappeared between Nikita’s thighs, slick with her juices. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as if the sight alone was pushing her closer.

He could barely decide who was louder—Amphitrite riding his tongue or Nikita moaning on his fingers.

Or Kumiko—silent but trembling, taking him as deep as her throat could stretch.

He wanted to drown in them.

—

Nikita’s body collapsed onto him first—her legs twitching, breath shaking against his shoulder, her inner walls still fluttering around his fingers with lazy aftershocks. Her thighs trembled as she muttered something unintelligible against his skin, heat radiating off her, sticky and satisfied.

Above him, Amphitrite had gone soft and limp too, her slick folds still pressed to his face, soaking him. She tasted of salt and musk, her climax leaking down his chin. She wasn’t moving anymore—just twitching now and then as his tongue continued to tease slow, lazy strokes across her clit.

Both women were heavy on him, panting, bodies clinging to him as if he were the only thing holding them up.

But Kumiko… Kumiko moved.

Silently at first. Her fingers slid along his thighs, delicate. Then she shifted, her knees settling on either side of his hips, her wetness trailing a faint line along his skin. He could hear her breath—steady, quiet.

Then she turned around.

Her golden hair slipped like silk across her back as she faced away from him, hips raised, and he saw the full curve of her ass for the first time that night—tight, pale, trembling ever so slightly.

Her folds were open, flushed, absolutely dripping—each slow breath she took made her entrance twitch, glistening.

“You gave them everything,” she said softly, the gentleness in her voice sharpening into something… hungry. “Now give me what’s left.”

She didn’t ask.

She reached behind her, wrapped her small hand around his cock—still hard, throbbing, soaked in her spit—and lined him up.

The head of his cock kissed her entrance. Her heat poured down on him in a slow, sticky trickle.

Then—shlk… sslllrrp…

She sank down.

Nikolai’s back arched, a deep groan breaking out of his throat as her cunt swallowed him inch by inch. The sound was filthy—wet, tight, slurping around him as her folds stretched and clung to every part of him. She didn’t stop until he was buried inside her, base to tip.

Her ass sat perfectly against his hips—soft, round, shining with wetness—and then she started to move.

Not fast.

Slow.

Kumiko lifted her hips—schlk… slrrrp—and let his cock drag out of her almost completely, her inner walls clutching as if trying to keep him in. Then she dropped again—sshhllk—and he disappeared inside her.

“Ohh… haaa…” she moaned, soft and breathless. “It’s twitching… already?”

Nikolai gasped. Her pussy wasn’t just wet. It gripped him, rippling around him in slow, precise waves. It started loose, easy, inviting—but as she lowered herself, he felt her insides tighten further down, slowly squeezing around him from base to tip like a silken vice.

Then she did it again.

Lift—schlrrrp. Drop—thwk.

Her ass clapped against him with every roll, each bounce wetter and louder, his cock completely engulfed in her heat.

Compared to Amphitrite’s plush, flowing mess or Nikita’s feral clenches, Kumiko was all about control. Her pussy gripped in rhythm, as if her muscles were trained to milk him deliberately. The tightness would start from the base, squeeze up his shaft like a rolling pulse, then fade, only to return again with the next bounce.

He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t think.

She was wringing him out.

“Mnnh… mmnnn~” she gasped, her voice rising as she began to ride him faster, the rhythm sharper now. Thwk, thwk, thwk. Her ass clapped back against him in time with the pulsing pressure inside her.

He felt her walls shift—first loose at the entrance, warm and wet… then clamping tight just around the head, squeezing like she wanted to lock it in place… then the pressure moved inward, deeper, tighter, pulling more of him inside until it hit the base again.

“Oh gods—Kumiko—” His voice cracked.

She looked over her shoulder—hair sticking to her face, cheeks flushed—and smiled.

“You’re going to cum,” she whispered. “Aren’t you?”

Her pussy tightened suddenly, high and hard, and he couldn’t hold it back.

“Ahh—hnnnh—shit—”

He came.

Hard.

His cock throbbed, pumping into her as she moaned, hips rolling slowly to ride out every twitch, every pulse. She didn’t lift—she sat down fully, letting him spill into her, her inner walls clenching softly to milk every last drop.

Glk… glk… shhlp.

He could hear it. His cum leaking back out. Her folds twitching around him. The slow, lazy squeeze of her cunt still stroking him even after he’d finished.

Behind her, Nikita whimpered, pressing her face against his chest as his fingers began to move again.

Above him, Amphitrite moaned softly as he parted her folds with his tongue one more time.

And in the centre of it all… Kumiko sat still, cock deep inside her, smiling like a proper wife, glowing as she whispered, “That’s better…”