Chapter 173: Three entangled

The balcony’s mist thickened, a bridal veil for the damned, as Aiden’s spend oozed from Amber’s ruined arse—a slow, creamy rivulet tracing her freckled thighs, pooling viscous on the gargoyle-flanked slate.

Her body trembled in his arms, full breasts pressed to his chest, nipples still peaked and raw from stone-kissed torment, her green eyes half-lidded in the haze of afterglow turned hunger.

"Aiden...why? Why does my body only responds to you, why does my heart responds to you, leaving no place for my God."

The wind clawed sharper, gusts flecked with harbor brine and the faint, sulfurous reek of distant forges—midnight’s forge, where empires were hammered from bone and betrayal.

Aiden’s cock, slick with her essence and his own, hung heavy between them, twitching insistent, the incubus pulse in his veins unquenched, demanding more altars, more offerings.

"Cause, I own you amber. You were mine the moment I took you in that church..."

Amber’s lips found his throat, teeth grazing the pulse there—a supplicant’s bite, tasting salt and shadow.

"Then... don’t stop. Your cum... it’s fire inside me, marking me...." Her voice cracked, husky from gagged screams, one hand sliding down to cup his balls, rolling them heavy in her palm, fingers slick with their mingled sin.

’He’s remade me...once more..,’ she thought, the fracture in her vows now a chasm, doubt drowned in the throb between her legs—pussy clenching empty, arse still fluttering around the memory of his girth.

"Then make me yours, again and again again..." She ground against him, clit dragging wet along his thigh, a needy whine escaping as fresh slick smeared his scars.

He growled low, the sound vibrating through her bones, hands gripping her arse cheeks—spreading them wide, thumbs teasing the gape he’d wrought, dipping shallow to stir his leavings.

"Greedy abbess... your holes weep for me already." With brutal efficiency, he spun her again, slamming her belly to the balustrade—tits flattening cold against stone, the city’s abyss yawning below like a maw hungry for her cries.

His cock aligned swift, nudging her soaked folds, but he paused, teasing the head along her slit in languid strokes, bumping her clit until she bucked.

The gargoyles loomed, stone eyes hollow witnesses, their wings cradling her hips as if the mansion itself conspired in their heresy.

Wind whipped her yellow hair into a storm, strands lashing her back like golden scourges, the chill raising welts on fevered skin.

"Fuck me, Aiden—ram it in, stretch my cunt until I forget the Flame." Amber’s plea fractured the night, hips canting desperate, her walls fluttering air-hungry.

He obliged without mercy, surging deep in one brutal thrust—bottoming out with a wet slap that jolted her forward, tits scraping gargoyle ridges, nipples igniting in raw bliss-pain.

"Yesss... Ohhh gods, so thick—ripping me open!" Her scream echoed off spires below, where cloistered bells tolled faint, mocking her with sanctity’s lie.

Aiden’s hips pistoned immediate, relentless—each drive a siege engine breaching walls, balls slapping her clit in rhythmic punishment, the schlick-schlick of her arousal a profane percussion.

His hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat—teeth sinking in, drawing copper that he lapped with a growl, the bite a brand sealing her as his.

From the archway’s gloom, Arina shattered. The link—a cursed tether of blood and essence—had turned voyeurism to vivisection, every plunge into Amber’s core echoing in her own: cunt clenching phantom around nothing, clit throbbing as if mauled, the stretch a ghost-thrust splitting her wide.

Her fingers, four deep now, twisted frantic, knuckles grinding her g-spot in mimicry, but it wasn’t enough—juices gushed in futile arcs, soaking cloak and boots, her thighs quaking as the third wave crested without release.

’Can’t... fuck, I can’t anymore,’ her mind howled, jealousy a forge-blade twisting in her gut, arousal’s flood drowning reason.

Silver hair plastered to sweat-slick brow, she stumbled forward, boots scuffing slate like a gauntlet thrown—cloak shedding mud-clods in her wake, dagger forgotten at her belt.

The air hit her like judgment, thick with their musk. Amber’s lavender piety curdled to cunt-sweet, Aiden’s incubus spice sharp as brimstone.

Aiden’s golden eyes snapped to her mid-thrust, hips never faltering—deep, grinding surge into Amber that drew a guttural moan from the abbess, her walls milking him spasmodic.

"Arina..." His voice was velvet-wrapped steel, command laced with dark amusement, one hand leaving Amber’s hip to beckon—fingers glistening with her slick, crooked in invitation.

Amber twisted her head, green eyes feral through yellow tangles, a gasp of shock melting to wicked smile. "Join... Join us. Taste what you’re craving since the beginning."

’she...she knew, they knew’ Arina halted at arm’s reach, chest heaving, smallclothes sodden and twisted ’round her thighs from frantic self-ruin.

Her slayer’s frame—lithe, scarred, silver hair a wild cascade—trembled on the precipice, mud-streaked cloak parting to bare the taut lines of her body, breasts high and firm, nipples dark peaks straining leather.

’He’s pounding her... that cock, veined monster I feel splitting me through the bond. Can’t watch—can’t feel it without breaking.

"Aiden," she rasped, voice tempered steel gone molten, stepping closer until her boots nudged their joined feet.

The wind toyed with her cloak, flapping like raven wings, carrying the harbor’s brine to mix with the balcony’s sin-scent.

Her hand shot out, seizing his jaw—nails pricking stubble, forcing his gaze as he rutted Amber harder, the wet slaps accelerating, her plump arse rippling under impacts.

"I can’t... handle it anymore. The link—your thrusts, her clenches—it’s fucking me raw without mercy. I want it. Your dick... inside me. Now. Pound me like you pound that holy whore."

"Finally...you give in. I was thinking, you were just going to watch and walk away..."

Aiden’s chuckle rumbled, hips snapping a vicious punctuation—Amber wailing as he ground deep, circling to hit that spot that made her squirt faint arcs over the rail.

"Bold. Thought you’d lurk eternal." He withdrew abrupt from Amber, cock springing free—glistening shaft bobbing heavy, veins pulsing, head flared purple and weeping pre-cum like a warhead primed.

Amber whimpered protest, pussy gaping slick, but he hauled Arina in by the cloak’s collar, slamming her mouth to his—tongue invading brutal, tasting Amber on him, copper and musk flooding her senses.

She moaned into it, hands clawing his chest, nails raking fresh scars over dungeon brands, her body arching instinctive as he spun her to face Amber—back to his chest, his hardness nestling hot between her arse cheeks.

"Watch her," Aiden commanded, breath scorching her ear, one hand shoving her skirts high—exposing the drenched thatch of silver curls, her folds swollen and parted from self-torment.

Fingers—two, thick—plunged without preamble, curling vicious against her walls, the squelch obscene as he finger-fucked her to the knuckle.

Arina bucked, a hiss escaping through clenched teeth, her gaze locked on Amber’s— the abbess kneeling now, unbidden, yellow head bowed to lap at her own thighs’ creamy trails, green eyes upturned in supplication.

"She’s yours to break too," Aiden murmured, thumb grinding Arina’s clit in tight circles, sparks jolting her spine.

’ohhhh ..yes .yesss. Finally... his touch, real, his real touch. Fuckkkk, feels so good ’

"Share him," Amber breathed against her mouth, voice wrecked silk, one hand dipping to join Aiden’s—fingers intertwining in Arina’s heat, scissoring wide, stretching her to burn.

Arina gasped into the kiss, the dual invasion overload—cunt clenching greedy ’round four digits now, juices dripping to splatter boots. The wind howled, cooler gusts flecking their sweat-slick skins with mist, jasmine vines rustling below like a chorus of fallen seraphs, petals spiraling up in profane confetti.

Aiden freed his hand, slick fingers trailing to Arina’s arse—spitting a hot glob between cheeks, thumb breaching the ring with insistent pressure.

"Both holes, slayer? Or do you beg like the abbess?" He thrust shallow, testing the flutter, as his cock nudged her entrance—head parting folds in a teasing breach.

Arina broke the kiss, head lolling back on his shoulder, silver hair spilling like moonlight over scars. "Fuck... yes—take it all. Dick in my cunt, finger my arse... make me scream guild oaths to your name." Her words dissolved to growl as he surged—cock burying deep in one eviscerating plunge, bottoming against her cervix with a jolt that whited her vision, balls slapping her clit.

Simultaneously, his thumb sank knuckle-deep in her arse, twisting to spark dual fires, the stretch a corona of agony-ecstasy blooming from core outward.

She shattered instant, orgasm ripping free like a blade unsheathed—walls convulsing milking his shaft, a squirt jetting hot to arc between them, soaking Amber’s belly.

"Fuuuuck—Aiden! So deep... splitting my old cunt!" Her scream clawed the night, raw and ragged, hips slamming back to meet his rhythm—frenetic now, pistoning brutal, each thrust dragging her walls in velvet friction, the wet glorp-glorp of her arousal a gutter hymn.

Amber dropped to knees, mouth latching to Arina’s clit—tongue swirling voracious ’round the bumping shaft, sucking slick where they joined, teeth grazing the base as Aiden hammered.

The abbess’s hands mauled Arina’s thighs, nails digging crescents that bloomed red, her own fingers plunging her pussy in mimicry, three deep and curling to squelch.

Arina’s world narrowed to overload: Aiden’s cock wrecking her depths, thumb reaming her arse to fluttery clench; Amber’s mouth a hot vortex on her clit, tongue lashing the exposed nerves with fervent prayer.

The link amplified it threefold—Amber’s pleasure echoing back, Aiden’s incubus throb pulsing like a second heartbeat in her veins.

Her hands fisted Amber’s yellow locks, yanking her closer—grinding clit to tongue, riding the abbess’s face as Aiden’s hips snapped frenzy, the balcony’s slate slick with their flood.

He voiced it then, mid-rut, voice a snarl against her nape—teeth sinking in to mark, drawing blood he lapped copper-sweet.

"In the end, amber, I want her—the saintess, that trembling relic. I’ll have her here, on this stone, lips choking my cock while you watch, Arina—her green eyes tearing as I breed her virgin heat, turn prophecy to my seed’s flood."