Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 831

Chapter 831: Grand Finale

Kaiden entered her from behind, and the moan that broke from Nyx’s chest carried everything her trembling hands had been holding.

Her upper body folded forward with the first thrust, toward Scarlet, and the full, heavy weight of her breasts swung forward and landed against the Flame Monarch’s thighs with a soft impact that made Scarlet blink.

"Ahhn... haah... Kai..." Her pink hair spilled across Scarlet’s lap in damp waves, and the sounds she made were high and broken and so openly full of love that they shrank the room to the three of them.

Scarlet looked down at the girl against her thighs.

At the tears tracking sideways across flushed cheeks, at the smile that stayed even as moans cracked through it, at the hand in hers that was not letting go. At the press of the girl’s body against her legs with each thrust, because Nyx Cosmos had the kind of body that did not let you forget it was there even while its owner was crying.

The Flame Monarch reached down with her free hand and wiped the tears from Nyx’s cheek with her thumb, firm and matter-of-fact, the way she’d wipe blood from a soldier’s face after a fight.

Nyx’s breath hitched at the touch. Her pink eyes found Scarlet’s from below, wet and wide, and the look in them made the Flame Monarch’s chest tighten in a way she could not blame on the wine.

"Scar..." Nyx’s voice came out small and shaking between moans. "Can you... haah... can you stroke my hair? While I take Kai on...?"

Scarlet stared at her for a full second. Then her jaw worked once, she exhaled through her nose, and her fingers slid into Nyx’s damp pink hair and combed through it in long, slow strokes that started at her crown and ran all the way down to where the wet ends pooled against her thighs.

"You’re a greedy one, aren’t you?" Scarlet muttered, but her fingers were gentle. "I promised to give you an inch but you’re taking a mile..."

"Mhm~" Nyx smiled through the tears, her eyes closing as Scarlet’s hand moved through her hair and Kaiden’s cock moved inside her, and the combination of the two made her melt so completely that the moan she released was less sound and more surrender.

"You’re..." Scarlet started, stopped, realized the wine was across the room, and pushed forward without it. "You’re doing great, kid."

"That’s... haah... the worst encouragement I’ve ever heard..."

"I’m not a damn sex coach!!" Scarlet’s ears went crimson. "What do you want from me?! I give pep talks before charges, not while someone’s getting...!"

"Tell me... nngh..." Nyx’s voice dropped, wanting and open. "Tell me what you said before. About the art."

Scarlet’s fingers paused in her hair. She looked at the girl’s face: flushed, tear-streaked, radiant, so happy it made warmth bloom in the Flame Monarch’s chest that she had not signed off on. Then her hand resumed stroking, softer now.

"It’s art," Scarlet said, quieter than before. "What you people do with him. The way you touch each other, the way you fight for each other, the way you give everything and make it look like breathing. I’ve seen courage in every shape it comes in." She squeezed the girl’s hand while her other hand combed through pink hair. "This is courage too."

Nyx’s pussy clenched around Kaiden so hard his vision flickered, and the moan that poured out of her was long and shattered and came from somewhere so deep that naming it would have cheapened it.

Three minutes. The counter behind his vision was screaming at him, all three numbers so close to their targets that a single strong surge could push them over, and three minutes was all the runway he had left.

"Harder," she whispered, tears streaming, smile incandescent. "Kai, harder. I want her to see my courage as I take everything on bravely..."

Kaiden pulled back for the next stroke, and four pairs of hands met his hips before he could drive forward on his own.

Aria had risen from the pillows. Luna had peeled herself off the sheets. Calypso and Bastet had untangled from each other. All four of them knelt behind Kaiden in a line, their palms flat against his back, his sides, his hips, and when he thrust forward they pushed with him, eight hands driving his cock into Nyx with a force that tore a scream from the pink-haired girl’s throat so raw the lanterns flickered.

He pulled back. Eight hands pulled with him, fingers hooking his hips, guiding the retreat. Then they shoved him forward again, and the wet, heavy impact of his pelvis against Nyx’s ass echoed off the stone.

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