Chapter 193: A Goddess’ Pu**sy (R-18) Anya slammed me back onto the bed, silver eyes blazing, hands shoving my chest. "Mine still," she snarled, moving to straddle me, to claim the cock still slick from Ortega. Not a fucking chance. My hands shot out—lightning-fast—locking onto her hips. I didn’t push her away. I flipped her, twisting with brutal efficiency. Her gasp became a yelp as she landed on her back, pinned by my arm crushing her collarbone. Before she could react, I hooked under her thighs and hauled. I dragged her up until her thighs bracketed my head, her dripping cunt hovering over my mouth. Slick folds swelled, glistening. Her scent—sharp, aroused, Anya—flooded my senses. "Eros—!" she started. I cut her off, the command vibrating against her inner thigh: "Ride me, Victoria. Now." Victoria scrambled onto the bed, straddling my hips. Her hand wrapped around my shaft—still thick, impossibly hard, slick with Anya’s juices. As she positioned it at her entrance, my cock fucking responded. The base swelled like a fist, the head flared wider, then narrowed—adapting instantly to her cunt’s tight contours before she even sank down. She lowered herself—inch by thick, shifting inch. A guttural moan tore from her throat as her walls clamped, crushed, and gripped the morphing length. "Oh... god... Eros... it’s... changing..." Her eyes rolled back, seated fully, buried to the half of my cock that now fit her like a molten, shifting fist. I felt every ridge of her—the slick, velvety heat rippling as my cock pulsed inside her, thickening again, stretching her wider. Now. I lifted my head and sealed my mouth over Anya’s clit. Fuck. Victoria’s cunt was a drowning vise around my cock—soaking wet, clenching rhythmically, her inner walls fluttering as she gasped. I felt her gush—hot slick flooding my length, dripping down my balls. My cock swelled in response, the base grinding her clit as she squirmed. Anya’s cunt on my mouth was sharper, brighter—salty-bitter, dripping, swollen flesh slippery under my tongue. I sucked her clit deep, lashing the tip with fast, hard strokes. She jerked, thighs crushing my skull, flooding my chin with fresh wetness. Her inner muscles clenched around my tongue as I fucked her shallowly with it. I owned both holes. Below: My cock pulsed inside Victoria—thickening, narrowing, flaring—hitting deep, feeling her cervix kiss the head every time she slammed down. Wet slaps echoed, mixed with her choked moans. Above: My tongue was a blurred weapon on Anya’s clit. Two fingers pierced her cunt—curling upward, nailing that spongy spot The Eye burned bright. She screamed, gushing into my mouth, thighs trembling violently. The circuit connected. Victoria’s clenching cunt fed the fury of my mouth on Anya. Anya’s screams and flooding juice made my cock throb violently inside Victoria. Both women shook—Victoria riding my morphing shaft like it was killing her, Anya grinding her cunt against my face like she wanted to drown me. All I felt was CUNT. Front: Wet, grinding heat—clit under tongue, walls around fingers, juice flooding chin. Back: Slick, crushing pressure—cock buried to the hilt, walls milking every shift, cream coating my length. They were just holes. Holes I filled. Holes I broke. And I was the fucking god splitting them open. "FUUCK!" Anya’s back bowed off the mattress. My tongue was a live wire—flicking her swollen nub with rapid, brutal strokes. One hand splayed across her lower belly, fingers digging in, pinning her down. The other slid down—two fingers spearing deep into her drenched, clenching cunt. I curled them upward, nailing that rough spot. Sensitive spots pulsed bright inside her. I pumped—hard, fast—matching the rhythm burning below. Below me, Victoria began to move stronger even. Tentatively at first, rocking her hips, feeling the impossible shifts inside her—flaring as she rose, narrowing slickly as she sank, stimulating nerves she never knew existed. Hesitation evaporated. She rode in earnest—rising until just the flared head stayed inside, then slamming down, taking every morphing inch. Her moans became desperate, high cries. "Yes! Oh god, yes! It’s... incredible..." I shoved two fingers deeper into Anya again, curling relentlessly against her inner spot while my tongue battered her clit, sucking it between my lips. Her scream choked off. Her thighs clamped my skull, but my grip was iron—arm crushing her hips. She thrashed, but I held her. Wetness flooded my fingers, streamed down my chin. "Eros... please... harder..." she begged, the command dissolving into a whimper. I increased the pressure—sucking her clit deep, whipping it with my tongue, fingers pistoning in that perfect, brutal rhythm. Her cries turned incoherent—curses, broken syllables. My cock was a living thing inside Victoria, shifting intuitively. As she bounced wildly, the thick base swelled more, grinding her clit when she slammed down. The shaft developed pulsing ridges that dragged her front wall with every withdrawal. She unraveled. "Gonna... gonna... CUM!" She shrieked, body shaking violently, cunt clamping the morphing shaft like a vise. She collapsed forward, hands braced on my chest, sobbing, still impaled. Victoria’s convulsions fed my assault on Anya. I sucked her clit harder, fingers grinding deeper, faster. Any moment... I felt the tremor start deep in her core. A low moan rose, sharpening. Her inner walls clamped hard on my fingers. Then she exploded. "EROS!" Her back arched like a bowstring—a scream echoing through the room. Thighs crushed my skull, hips bucking wildly. A fresh gush coated my fingers, flooded my chin as she came, body shaking uncontrollably—consumed by the orgasm I’d wrenched from her. I didn’t stop. I kept sucking, kept fingering her pulsing core, prolonging the agony until her scream became a sob, until her body went limp, trembling, spent—draped over my face. Below, Victoria was boneless weight on my chest, breathing in ragged gasps, still filled with my shifting cock. Above, Anya was a quivering ruin. My jaw ached, fingers soaked, cock throbbing with unspent need, buried deep. The scent—sweat, release, surrender—was thick. Silence descended, broken only by shaky breaths and fading tremors. Then—Ortega. She stood at the foot of the bed—naked, powerful, watching. Her eyes blazed darker than before. A slow, predatory smile touched her lips. Her gaze dropped to my cock, still buried in Victoria, then lifted to mine over Anya’s spent form. My turn, her eyes said. The demand hung heavy. The shared circuit pulsed: More. Always more. Then the crescendo... Ortega crawled onto the bed—slow, deliberate, eyes locked on me. She pushed Victoria’s limp form aside without a glance. Victoria slid off my cock with a wet gasp, collapsing onto the sheets. Ortega straddled my hips—her cunt slick, flushed, hovering over my still-morphing shaft. I sat up, dragging Anya with me. I twisted us—Anya’s back against my chest, her thighs spread wide over me. Her slick cunt rubbed against my abs. "Hold her," I snarled at Ortega. Ortega’s hands shot out—gripping Anya’s thighs, yanking them wider, pinning her open against me. Anya moaned, too spent to resist. My cock found Ortega’s entrance. I slammed up—burying myself to the hilt in one savage thrust. She screamed, head snapping back, walls clamping down like a wet vise. Fuck. So tight. So, fucking deep. I felt every millimeter: hissing-hot, velvet-drenched, unyielding pressure crushing my length. Her cervix kissed my cockhead—brutal, deep, perfect. I established a brutal rhythm: hips pistoning up— RAMMING into Ortega’s cunt. Pulling out until just my swollen head kissed her entrance, feeling her slick walls suck at me. Then SLAMMING deep again. Wet, sloppy SHLAPS filled the air. At the same time, I ground Anya’s dripping cunt against my abs. Her swollen clit rubbed raw against my muscles, her juices slicking my skin. Every time I thrusted up into Ortega, Anya’s cunt ground harder against me—dragging her clit across my tensed core. One hand mauled Anya’s tit—fingers sinking deep into heavy flesh. I twisted her nipple—hard, cruel, punishing—until she whimpered into my shoulder. The other hand dove between Ortega’s legs—thumb crushing her clit. Grinding. Rotating. Pressing—like putting out a cigarette on her most sensitive nerve. But the tightness of Ortega... a crushing, rhythmic pulse—her walls fluttering, spasming around my cock with every thrust. She was soaking my shaft, dripping down my balls, audible squelching with every stroke. I hammered her cervix—blunt, deep impacts jolting her whole body. She gushed every time I hit it—hot slick flooding my cock. Ortega’s clit twitched. It was swollen, slick, throbbing under my thumb—like a live wire. Crushing, grinding circles—relentless. Her hips bucked violently, cunt clamping HARDER around my cock. "FUCK! EROS!" Ortega shrieked, body arching like a bow. Her cunt convulsed—rippling waves milking my cock. I pounded faster, thumb mashing her clit until she sobbed, muscles locking. Anya screamed too—her nipple twisted cruelly, her clit raw against my abs. "PLEASE!" she begged, but I only squeezed harder. Cock buried to the root in Ortega’s convulsing heat, abs drenched in Anya’s juices. Tit bruised, cunt grinding helplessly, tears streaking her face. Clit crushed, cunt splintering around your cock, body wracked with orgasmic tremors. The room stank: Sweat, cum, cunt, and the coppery scent of ruined control. Victoria stirred, crawling toward us. She pressed her body against Anya’s side—mouth latching onto Anya’s other nipple, tongue swirling, teeth biting. All three. Mine. My cock hammered Ortega—thick, shifting, ridged—hitting deep, making her scream with every thrust. My other fingers worked Anya’s clit—fast, hard circles—while Victoria sucked her nipple raw. My other hand pulsed on Ortega’s clit—grinding, crushing—while her walls milked my length. The room filled with wet slaps, cries, moans. "Cum for me. All of you. Now!" I roared. Ortega shattered first—a silent scream, body arching, cunt convulsing violently around my cock, drenching me. Anya followed—a sob, thighs trembling against mine, cunt gushing onto my abs as Victoria bit down on her nipple. Victoria last—a high cry, fingers digging into Anya’s hip, her own body shaking through a final, small orgasm. They collapsed—limp, gasping, tear-streaked—in a heap of sweat, slick, and marks. My cock pulsed, still buried in Ortega, soaked in all of them. Ortega lifted her head—eyes blazing. She leaned forward, lips brushing my ear. "Again," she whispered. "Don’t stop until we break." The circuit pulsed. The war raged on.