"Evan," Delilah begged, voice shaking with raw desperation, "please fuck my pussy today."

"No, mine," Ivy muttered, quieter but no less frantic. "Please, please, please. She's already pregnant, but not me!"

"Raise your heads." My voice came out calm, almost detached. "Ivy. Look up at me."

She lifted her chin slowly, eyes wide and glassy, lips parted like she was about to speak—

I backhanded her.

The crack rang sharp through the dim room. Her head snapped sideways, a thin line of blood trickling from her nose. But instead of crying out in pain, her whole body seized. She convulsed hard—back arching, thighs clamping together, a strangled scream ripping from her throat as the first orgasm tore through her like lightning. Her hips bucked involuntarily, fluids splashing onto the concrete beneath her knees. Pleasure Skill plus maxed Charisma. A cheat code so broken it turned violence into ecstasy.

"More!" she screamed, voice cracking, already leaning back toward me, chasing the sting. "Ruin the FUCK out of me! Slap me!"

I smacked her again—harder. Palm met cheek with a wet, meaty slap. A fresh red welt bloomed instantly across her skin, blood smearing from her lip where it split. Her body jerked like she'd been electrocuted. Another orgasm crashed over her immediately—stronger, more violent. She collapsed forward onto her hands, ass high, trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave ripped through her. Her moans turned guttural, animalistic; her eyes rolled back until only whites showed, tears streaming down her face, mixing with the blood.

Again. I put real force into it this time. The impact stung my own hand, but she took it like a drug. Her head whipped to the side, lip splitting wider, blood dripping onto her chest. She came so hard her whole frame locked rigid, muscles standing out in sharp relief, then released in shuddering spasms. A gush of clear fluid pulsed from between her thighs, pooling wider on the floor. She gasped for air in broken sobs, but the look in her eyes wasn't fear or pain—it was fevered, ravenous gratitude.

"Yes… more…" The words slurred out of her swollen mouth, thick with need. She rocked forward on her knees, presenting her face again like an offering.

One more. I swung with everything. Her body convulsed in full-body tremors, back bowing so sharply I thought her spine might snap. She collapsed sideways, twitching, hips grinding against nothing, every muscle locked and releasing in violent rhythm. Tears carved clean tracks through the blood and sweat on her face. When the peak finally ebbed, she lay there gasping, chest heaving, staring up at me with hollow, devoted eyes.

"Thank you," she whimpered, voice barely audible, cracked and reverent. "Please… I need it. More."

I raised my hand, a creepy smile curling on my face… then, once again…

Everything went black.

Then I saw eyes. No color, no shape, no pupils—just voids staring back. They didn't even look like eyes, yet somehow I knew they were watching. Every twitch, every breath, every thought. They saw me.

I jolted awake in a cold sweat, blanket clinging to my skin like wet cloth. A harsh cough tore from my throat as I sat bolt upright. The movement woke Jasmine and Nala. Jasmine blinked groggily, one hand already sliding over my shoulder in concern. Nala fumbled for the bedside lamp; soft golden light spilled across the sheets.

"Jesus, Evan," Jasmine murmured, voice thick with sleep. "You scared the hell out of me. You okay?"

"I… yeah. Yeah." My chest heaved. "It was… shit."

Nala propped herself on an elbow, eyes narrowing at the sheen of sweat on my face. "Want me to grab you some water? You're drenched."

"Nah. I'm… I'm good." The words came out ragged.

Fucking hell. What had I even seen? Treating Ivy and Delilah like that… No. That wasn't my nightmare. That was Dierella's handiwork. She knew I was getting close—close to the woman with the umbrella. So she punished me? Damn, I didn't know.

One thing was crystal clear: I needed answers about that umbrella woman. She felt like the key to this entire twisted mess.

"Let's…" I exhaled slowly. "Let's just sleep."

"You sure?" Nala asked softly.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Damn. Sorry, girls."

"What kind of nightmare?" Nala pressed gently.

"I… don't remember." The lie slipped out easily.

"Mm." She didn't push. "You really good to sleep?"

"Yep."

"Okay then," Jasmine said, scooting closer and tugging the blanket up around us. "Come here."

I lay back down. Jasmine curled against my left side, draping one leg over mine, her lips brushing my shoulder in a quiet kiss. Nala mirrored her on the right, arm across my chest, body warm and solid. For a long minute I just stared at the ceiling, heart still thudding unevenly.

Then Nala's hand drifted lower—fingers trailing over my stomach, then wrapping loosely around my cock. Fuck. I was rock-hard. The dream had left me aching, pulsing, precum already slicking the tip.

"Someone's worked up," Jasmine whispered against my cheek, her own hand joining Nala's. They stroked together—slow, lazy pulls that made my hips twitch.

"It's two in the morning," I muttered. "You girls don't have to—"

Nala leaned in, lips grazing my ear. "We insist."

A low moan slipped out before I could stop it. I was still wired, nerves raw from the nightmare. "Fuck… then be my guest."

Jasmine and Nala straightened up, exchanging a quick glance.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" Jasmine asked, one eyebrow raised.

Nala shrugged with a small smirk. "Sure."

They faced each other, hands hovering. One, two, three—

Nala threw paper. Jasmine threw rock.

Jasmine slumped dramatically, shoulders dropping. "You cheat. Every damn time."

Nala just smiled, soft, wicked, and peeled her tank top over her head in one smooth motion. No bra underneath. Her heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already tight in the cool air.

She tugged the blanket down and off me in one pull. I lifted my hips without thinking as she hooked her fingers into my waistband and dragged my pants and boxers down together. My cock sprang up, thick and throbbing, a fat bead of precum rolling down the shaft.

Nala straddled my thighs, settling her weight just above my knees. She leaned forward, breasts brushing my chest, and kissed me slow—deep, languid, tongue sliding against mine like she had all night.

"We'll do all the work, handsome," she murmured against my lips. "You just relax."

I nodded, throat too tight to speak.

Nala lifted herself slightly, just enough to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama shorts. She peeled them down her thighs in one slow drag, the soft fabric whispering against her skin before she kicked them off the side of the bed. Her underwear followed—simple black cotton, already damp at the crotch. She slid them off with care, letting them dangle from one finger for a second before flicking them away. Naked now, she straddled me again, knees bracketing my hips, her heat hovering just above my cock.

She reached down between us, fingers wrapping around my base—firm, confident. The head brushed her slick folds; another thick bead of precum smeared across her clit, making her shiver. She held my gaze the whole time, dark eyes locked on mine as she stroked me once—twice—spreading the wetness from both of us along my length. Then she lined me up and sank down slow.

The stretch drew a low, shared groan from us both. She took me to the hilt in one smooth glide, walls fluttering around me as she bottomed out, her clit grinding against my pelvis. For a heartbeat we just stayed like that—her seated fully, breasts rising and falling with quick breaths, my hands instinctively settling on her hips.

"Fuck, you feel good," she whispered, voice husky. "So thick… filling me up already."

Jasmine pressed closer on my left, lips trailing hot open-mouthed kisses along my neck, up to my jaw. Her hand slid up my chest, fingers finding my nipple and rolling it gently between thumb and forefinger—light pinches that sent sparks straight to my cock. "You're so hard for us," she murmured against my ear. "We're gonna take such good care of you tonight."

Nala started moving—slow rolls of her hips at first, grinding in tight circles that dragged every inch of me along her inner walls. Her breasts swayed heavily with the motion, nipples brushing my chest on every forward lean. I groaned, fingers digging into her hips, but I didn't thrust—not yet. She wanted control, and I was happy to let her have it.

She picked up speed gradually—lifting higher, dropping harder. Wet sounds filled the room: the slick slide of her pussy on my cock, the soft slap of her ass meeting my thighs. Jasmine's mouth moved to my collarbone, sucking lightly, then harder, leaving a faint mark. Her free hand drifted down to where Nala and I joined—fingers circling Nala's clit in slow, teasing rubs while Nala rode.

"God—yes—" Nala gasped, head tipping back. Her rhythm faltered for a second as Jasmine's touch pushed her closer. "Keep doing that… fuck, Jas…"

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