The Lustforged Hero

Liam could feel his heart beating fast in his ears. The room smelled like candle wax and something sweeter, more natural. Lysandra, Selene, and Erynn were bathed in a golden glow from the flickering light. Their skin looked like it had been cut from moonlight and sin.

His heart raced as Lysandra's fingers stayed on his cheek. The way she touched him sent a chill down his spine. As Selene's fingers traced over his chest, the slightest touch from her nails made him shudder, and Erynn's lips pressed against his neck sent shivers down his spine from the warmth of her breath.

"Surrender, huh?" Liam shook his head, making his words rougher than he meant. He licked his lips again, tasting the subtle salt of nervousness. "I think I can manage that."

Lysandra's smile grew, a predator's grin cloaked in velvet. She leaned forward, her glittering eyes meeting with his, and crushed her lips to his—not softly, but with a desire that sucked the air from his lungs. Her tongue teased his, a long, purposeful dance that made him dizzy, and her flavor was a blend of wine and something deeper, something that made his pulse race. She drew back just enough to make him gasp, her lips brushing against his as she said, "Good boy."

Selene laughed low in her throat, the sound vibrating against his chest as she slid her hands lower, tugging at the bottom hem of his shirt. "He's already trembling," she whispered, her crimson eyes glinting with mischief.

"Let's see how much more we can make him shake." She tugged the garment over his head with fast, predatory grace, tossing it aside as if it had offended her. Her fingers fanned across his exposed flesh, tracing the contours of his ribs, her touch soft but searing.

Erynn hummed in agreement, her lips finally meeting his neck. She didn't kiss—she devoured, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, her tongue moving against the sensitive spot just behind his ear.

"You taste like fear and want," she whispered, her voice was like a silky thread that wound tighter around his senses. Her hands slid down his back, nails digging in lightly, an appealing sting that made him arch toward her instinctively.

Liam's head spun, caught in the storm of their attention. He'd never felt anything like this—three women, three forces of nature, undoing him piece by piece. His hands twitched, unsure of where to go and what to touch first.

Lysandra noticed, laughing softly and wickedly as she took his wrists and guided them to her hips. "Don't be shy, Hero," she added. "We're yours to explore."

Her skin felt warm under his palms, smooth as silk but hard with muscle beneath. He squeezed, tentatively at first, then boldly, drawing her closer till her chest was pushed against his. She rewarded him with a low moan, tilting her head back to reveal the column of her throat.

Selene did not waste the opportunity; she leaned over Liam's shoulder, kissing and nibbling Lysandra's neck while her tail brushed teasingly over Liam's thigh.

"Fuck," Liam whispered, the word spilling out unexpectedly. The sight of Selene's tongue flicking against Lysandra's flesh, and the way Lysandra's breath hitched, was almost too much. His pants felt terribly tight now, the pressure increasing with each touch and sound.

Erynn glided over to his front, straddling one of his thighs with a fluid grace that made his mouth go dry. She smirked, her eyes shining as she moved her hips slowly, allowing him to feel her cunt through the thin fabric that was between them. "You like that?" she teased, her hands grabbing his face as she kissed him—deep, messy, with tongue and fangs. She tasted harsher than Lysandra, like spice and smoke, and he groaned into her mouth, struggling to grab her waist.

Selene broke away from Lysandra, her gaze shifting back to Liam with a glimmer of intent. She slipped down his side, her tail wrapped around his ankle like a leash, and mashed her lips on his chest. Her kisses were warm, open-mouthed, and trailed lower till her tongue touched his nipple.

He jolted, a ragged cry escaping him, and she smiled against his skin. "Sensitive," she added, her voice a seductive growl. "I like that."

Lysandra's hands were on him again, this time creeping down to the waistband of his pants. She pressed the button with a flick of her wrist, her fingertips brushing against him through the fabric—enough to make his hips jerk instinctively.

"Eager, aren't we?" she murmured, her tone tinged with amusement as she tugged the zip down in a slow and torturous way.

"Lysandra—shit—" Liam's words dissolved into a groan as Selene's teeth brushed across his flesh, her hands joining Lysandra's to tear the denim away. Cool air reached his feverish skin, but it did nothing to alleviate the anguish coursing through him. Erynn shifted, her thighs tightening around his leg as she pressed against him again, her breath hitching in a way that indicated she was just as worked up.

"Look at him," Selene whispered, gently dragging her nails up his inner thigh. "All flushed and needy. "I could eat him alive!"

"Then do it," Erynn replied, her lips curving into a wicked smile. She slipped down his thigh, going to her knees beside Selene, and they pulled his pants down in one rapid motion.

Liam's heart stuttered as he sprung free, the sudden exposure leaving him feeling raw, vulnerable, and incredibly turned on.

Lysandra remained above, her hands framing his face as she kissed him again, slower this time, savouring the moment.

"You're doing so well," she said between the kisses, stroking his jaw.

Selene's fingers curled around his rock-hard cock, her grip rough and slippery from sweat, stroking him as if she owned every throbbing inch. Erynn's stuck out her tongue, a wet, nasty lash slapping the tip, teasing his slit with a flick so sharp his entire body spasmed.

"Goddamn," Liam muttered, clenching his fists on the covers. The dual sensation of Selene's slow, deliberate strokes and Erynn's hot, wet mouth was unravelling him faster than he could process. His head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control.

"No gods here, just my mouth," Selene snarled, her hot breath blasting his cock like a furnace before she dove in, swallowing him balls-deep. Her lips stretched like a ring around his throbbing dick, sucking him down with a wet, gagging slurp that made his toes curl into knots. Her throat squeezed him like a vice—pure, filthy hunger.

Lysandra moved down his body, her breasts brushing against his chest as she joined the others. She nudged Selene aside with a teasing smirk, her tongue tracing a slow, sensuous trail that made him tremble.

"My turn," Lysandra whispered, her voice velvety. Then her mouth crashed onto hi cock—wet and scorching. She didn't tease—she engulfed him, lips stretching wide, throat gulping him down like a starved slut. Her tongue lashed his shaft, sloppy and relentless, spit dripping down his balls as she sucked him deep, hard, forceful enough to make his eyes roll back. Stars didn't just explode behind his lids—his whole skull lit up, a white-hot blast of raw, dick-melting bliss that left him twitching like a junkie.

The room filled with the sounds of their mutual hunger—wet, sloppy, and unapologetic.

Liam's hands became entangled in Lysandra's silver strands, Selene's dark waves, and Erynn's golden hair. He was drowning in them, in the heat, the pressure, and the absolute, dirty beauty of it all.

Just as he felt himself teetering on the edge, Lysandra pulled back, her lips gleaming as she climbed over him. Selene and Erynn followed, their hands guiding him as Lysandra sat on his hips, her cunt hovering just above his cock. "Ready, Hero?" she enquired, her voice seductive and challenging.

Liam grinned, breathless and wild. "Fuck yes."