Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2140

[This is the most degen thing someone has ever done, Chrono]

Cassarae tried to regain control. She reached forward and gripped the Duchess' ropes, yanking her back and setting the pace herself.

The Duchess moaned beside herself. She buried her head further into the sheets, trying to muffle the noise, but it only came faster and harder. Her bound hands struggled to regain some control, to grab hold of something, anything, but then her second orgasm came, and then her third.

Her thighs pressed together, her ass arching so high it looked as though she was trying to balance between the tips of her toes and her forehead.

Cassarae yanked her back down.

"There she is," Cassarae moaned out. Her own hips quivered.

After that the Duchess stopped pretending.

She couldn't have said when it happened exactly. It wasn't one moment but a series of them, each one eroding some carefully maintained wall until there was nothing left to hide behind. Her breath came in short, ragged intervals. Her forehead pressed into the mattress and then lifted again, looking for air, only to press back down as though scared too many of her true thoughts would leak.

The sounds she was making had long since stopped being involuntary and reluctant and had become something else entirely.

Cassarae was not gentle and the Duchess didn't need her to be. Pulling on Sylas' hand, Cassarae couldn't wait anymore as she pressed his fingers against her moist folds, her thighs squeezing over them.

Sylas was not gentle either, slipping into her and curling up. His wife's ass convulsed uncontrollably as he seemed almost to be pulling something out of her. Cassarae bit into Sylas' shoulder, completely abandoning her original intention to remain in control of the proceedings. That plan had lasted until about the moment he'd decided it was over.

She had no complaints.

The room was filled with the echo of moans. Silk shifted, skin smacked, breath puffed out in hollow gasps, and Sylas took command of it all, pressing both women beneath him as though he had lost track of his own sanity.

Lust poured out from him and restraints he had held for so long erupted in a violent, undying cadence of relentless thrusts that should have very well broken both women and yet left their eyes rolling to the back of their heads as smiles graced their faces.

Or maybe it would have been smiles if they weren't interrupted by streams of saliva and tongues they couldn't seem to control anymore.

Cassarae was very vocal about everything. She always was.

The Duchess was left a broken woman, or maybe this was always what she wanted. In the end, even half conscious, she breathed out words for more.

"Please," she gasped. She couldn't control her arms, but she could arch her back and spread her legs.

She whispered the word so softly even she herself didn't hear it through her gasps.

But Sylas certainly did.

**

Sylas stood in silence, staring out into the moon. 'It's time.'

He turned back into the room, walking past the sleeping Cassarae and Duchess. The two of them had certainly picked a very… peculiar sleeping position. He wondered how the S-tier Duchess would react to this.

The Duchess had her arms wrapped around Cassarae, resting her head on his wife's breasts as though a sleeping child. Cassarae had her hand on her head like she was comforting that sleeping child.

He gave the two women another glance before he vanished. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

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