"Achoo!"

The sneeze was loud, shattering the heavy, lust-filled silence of the Couple Space.

Judas sniffled, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. He froze midway through his motion. The tip of his hardened length was resting right against the forbidden entrance of Summer's ass, teasing the tight ring of muscle.

Beneath him, the vampire let out a groan of pure frustration. She looked back over her shoulder, her red eyes narrowing into slits. Her fangs glinted in the soft light.

"Really?" she hissed. "Now?"

"Someone is thinking about me," Judas complained, wiping a tear from his eye. "Probably cursing my entire ancestry."

He shook his head, dismissing the phantom irritation. He looked down at the scene before him.

It was a masterpiece.

Summer wasn't alone. Lined up beside her on the soft mattress were his other three wives. Ezra, Luna, and Nina.

They were all on their hands and knees, positioned in a row like eager contestants in the world's most lewd competition. Their faces were buried in their arms or pressed into the pillows, hiding cheeks that burned with a mixture of shame and anticipation.

Judas had proposed a new game to "celebrate" their victory in the Second Zone.

He called it the Ass Review.

The rules were simple, if entirely shameless: He would test the backside of each wife. The one who clamped down the hardest, the one with the best… grip… would be the winner.

The prize? They got to drain him dry orally afterward.

"Who is thinking about me is irrelevant," Judas muttered, his grip tightening on Summer's pale hips. "What matters is who is feeling me."

Summer shivered. "Just put it in, Husband. Stop teasing."

"As you wish."

Judas didn't hesitate this time. He pushed his hips forward.

There was resistance. Unlike the wet, welcoming heat of her front, this path was tight. Incredibly tight. It was a dry, stubborn barrier that refused to yield easily.

"Nngh!"

Summer's head fell back. Her fingers clawed into the bedsheets. A sharp, tearing sensation mixed with the feeling of fullness.

He breached the gate.

Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, he buried himself inside her.

The sensation was overwhelming. It was like being squeezed by a velvet vice. The pressure was intense, threatening to make him finish before he even started moving.

"Relax," Judas rasped, slapping her butt cheek lightly. "You are clamping too hard."

"I... I can't..." Summer gasped. "It feels... full."

Judas paused, allowing her body to adjust to his invasion. He looked to the side.

Nina had lifted her head slightly, peeking through her silver hair to watch. Her golden eyes were wide, fixated on the connection between Judas and the vampire.

"Is it... painful?" the wolf girl whispered.

Judas grinned at her. "Why don't you be next and find out?"

Nina yelped and buried her face back into the pillow, her tail wrapping around her legs in a futile attempt to hide.

"Move," Summer commanded, her voice trembling. "Don't stop now."

Judas obliged. He pulled back almost all the way, then drove back in with a single, smooth thrust.

Summer cried out, the sound muffled by the pillow she bit into. But along with the pain, a new, dark pleasure began to bloom.

Judas established a rhythm. It wasn't fast. It was deep, methodical, and relentless. He explored this new territory, marking her in a way that felt even more possessive than before.

"Well," Judas panted, sweat dripping from his forehead onto Summer's back. "Summer sets a high bar. Let's see if the rest of you can compete."

A collective shiver ran through the line of waiting women. They didn't know whether to be terrified or excited. Except for Ezra, all of them had virgin asses.

Summer collapsed onto the mattress, her body twitching with the aftershocks of overstimulation. She was practically unconscious.

Judas didn't pause. He shifted his weight, moving down the line to the next participant in his shameless competition.

Nina.

The wolf girl was trembling. Her fluffy ears were flattened against her skull, and she refused to look back at him. Her tail, usually a barometer of her mood, was tucked tightly between her legs in a futile attempt to cover her vulnerability.

"No hiding, Puppy," Judas murmured.

He reached out, grabbing the base of her tail. With a firm tug, he pulled it upward.

"Hiss!" Nina inhaled sharply, her back arching.

The view was obscene. Her nether regions were already drenched, coated in a thick layer of arousal fluid that glistened in the ambient light. Judas reached down, coating his own length in her nectar, ensuring he was slick enough for the task.

He lined himself up with the tight, forbidden ring.

He pushed.

"Gah!" Nina gasped. Her fingers dug into the sheets, shredding the fabric.

It was too tight. Unlike Summer, whose body had a supernatural elasticity due to her vampire physiology, Nina was delicate. Her body rejected the intrusion violently. She tried to scramble forward, her instincts screaming at her to escape the stretching pain.

Judas caught her hips. His arms were bands of iron, holding her in place. He tried to advance, but the resistance was absolute.

He stopped.

Looking down, he saw tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She wasn't enjoying this. The game was meant to be pleasurable, not torture.

"Fine," he whispered, withdrawing.

He lowered his aim. The entrance below was wet, soft, and inviting. He slid inside her vagina with a single, smooth motion.

"Haa..." Nina let out a long, shaky breath of relief. Her tense muscles relaxed instantly.

"Better?" Judas asked, beginning a slow, steady rhythm.

"Yes... yes, Husband," she moaned, pushing back against him. "Please, just there. Deep."

Judas obliged. He increased the tempo, his hips slapping against her buttocks. The friction built rapidly. Nina's moans grew louder, her fear dissolving into the familiar heat of passion. She let her guard down completely, trusting that the danger had passed.

A knowing smirk curled Judas's lips.

He picked up the pace. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. He drove her to the edge, making her mind hazy with pleasure.

Then, at the peak of a deep stroke, he pulled out completely.

Before Nina could process the loss, he adjusted his angle by an inch and drove forward with force.

The wetness from her other hole served as lubrication. He breached the back door before she could clamp shut.

"AHHH!"

Nina screamed, her head snapping back. "Husband! That's the wrong hole! Wrong hole!"

She turned her head, looking at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. Betrayal and shock were written all over her face.

"Is that so?" Judas gritted his teeth, holding her hips firmly to prevent her from bucking him off. "It feels like the right one to me."

He didn't stop. He held still for a second to let her adjust, then began to move. The tightness was exquisite, wrapping around him like a second skin.

"It hurts... it hurts..." she whimpered.

"Relax, Nina. Breathe."

He leaned down, biting the nape of her neck. The sensation distracted her. Slowly, the pain began to recede, replaced by a fullness that pressed against her nerves in a way she had never experienced. Her whimpers turned into confused, high-pitched moans.

After finishing with the wolf girl, Judas turned his gaze to the third contestant.

Luna.

The Elf was shaking. She had watched the entire process with a mix of horror and fascination. When Judas crawled over to her, she tried to squeeze her legs together.

"Husband... how about not there?" she pleaded, her voice trembling. She looked over her shoulder, her noble face flushed crimson. "You can do what you want everywhere else. My mouth, my... front. But that part is dirty. It is where waste comes out. It is not befitting of—"

"Shh," Judas silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Nothing about my Little Frost is dirty."

"But—"

"Open."

It wasn't a request.

Luna bit her lip, her silver eyes shimmering. Slowly, reluctantly, she separated her knees.

Judas didn't waste time with persuasion. He coated himself in the fluids left over from Nina and pressed against Luna's entrance.

"Oh god," she breathed, burying her face in her arms.

He pushed inside. Luna didn't scream, but she let out a high, keen whine that vibrated in her chest. She gripped the mattress so hard her knuckles turned white.

"See?" Judas whispered, leaning close to her pointed ear. "Not dirty. Just tight."

He began to thrust, claiming the Elf in the most humiliating, intimate way possible.

Finally, there was Ezra.

The warrior woman didn't beg. She didn't hide. She waited for him with her back arched and her head turned to the side, watching him with dark, heavy eyes.

"My turn?" she asked, her voice steady, though her breathing was ragged.

"Your turn," Judas confirmed.

He took her with a force that matched her strength, completing the set and leaving his mark on every single one of his wives.

As the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, one thing was certain: the hunt in the Rift might be over for today, but the night in the Couple Space was just beginning.

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