novelraw Chapter 218- Location of Saintess
Chapter 218- Location of Saintess
The portal sealed shut behind them with a soft ’click’ of collapsing green light, leaving only the faint echo of Evangeline’s final, fractured whisper somewhere on the far side of reality.
They emerged mid-step into the chamber Cruxius had carved out weeks ago for this specific emergency retreat—low-ceilinged, warmly lit by floating witch-lights that bobbed like lazy fireflies.
The room was dominated by an enormous circular platform piled high with layered featherbeds and silk cushions thick enough to swallow an ogre whole.
The air smelled of clean linen, faint lavender, and the distant, lingering spice of the portal’s magic still clinging to their skin.
Neither woman had time to brace.
The portal’s exit angle was off by a single mischievous degree. Lira’s bare foot caught nothing but air. Ytrisia’s exhausted legs folded under her. Both women pitched forward with startled yelps—and landed face-first on the pillowy mountain.
Their bodies bounced.
Soft, generous flesh rippled and rebounded in slow, hypnotic waves. Lira’s full, pink-tipped breasts mashed into the cushions first, the dark aureoles flattening against the cool silk before they sprang back upward with a plush, heavy jiggle—’pah-pah’—the sound soft and obscene. Ytrisia’s heavier, violet-nippled tits followed a heartbeat later, swaying with a weighted momentum beneath the thin drape of cloth clutched to her chest, each sway sending another lazy ’pah-pah-pah’ ripple through her curves.
Cruxius, still half-supporting them both, lost his balance in the middle.
He fell straight between them.
His face planted directly into the warm, yielding valley formed by four gloriously soft breasts pressing together like custom-made pillows. He could feel the distinct heat of their skin, the way their nipples poked through the fabric against his cheeks, stiff and eager from the adrenaline of escape. The combined cushion of their bodies took his full weight with a collective ’oof’ of displaced air and delighted squeaks. All three cried out at once—Lira a high, surprised squeal; Ytrisia a throaty gasp; Cruxius a muffled laugh that vibrated straight into the soft mounds of their cleavage, making their tits quiver around his face in another round of plush ’pah-pah-pah’.
For a long second the only sound was the soft creak of cushions settling, the rapid breathing of three bodies tangled in plush chaos, and the faint, wet ’schlick’ of skin sliding against sweat-damp silk.
Ytrisia pushed herself up first, purple hair tumbling across one eye, violet gaze wide with concern. "Cruxius—are you alright?"
Lira was already scrambling onto her knees beside him, pink strands sticking to her flushed cheeks. "Are you hurt? That portal spit us out like bad wine!"
He lay there a moment longer, cheek still nestled happily between the two warm, heaving pillows of their breasts, then chuckled—low and unrepentant. The vibration made both women’s nipples tighten harder against his skin.
He lifted his head just enough to look at them both, eyes soft with open, shameless love.
"I must say," he murmured, one arm sliding around each of their waists, pulling them closer so their curves molded against his sides, "you both got really happy jiggly tits."
Ytrisia sighed the longest, most exasperated sigh in three timelines. Lira mirrored it perfectly. Both women let their heads drop onto his bare chest at the same moment, hair spilling across his skin like colorful rivers.
"You stupid," they said in unison.
Ytrisia added, voice muffled against his sternum, "I still haven’t forgiven you for sleeping with that other woman."
Lira’s tone was lighter but no less pointed. "And I’m still angry you provoked the Vampire Queen like that."
Cruxius chuckled again, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath their cheeks. One of Lira’s hands had already begun its familiar, knowing journey downward—slipping under the waistband of the half-discarded trousers he still wore.
Her small palm found his heat. Her fingers found his cock and cupped his balls with practiced gentleness. She rolled them softly, soothing, as if massaging away the memory of fangs. The heavy orbs pulsed in her grip, already swelling thicker.
Ytrisia, still recovering, hadn’t noticed yet.
Cruxius’s chuckle deepened. "Yeah... you’re right. I shouldn’t have done that. But you know, right? She’s really a hot woman—"
Lira’s grip tightened just enough to make him hiss.
He yelped. "Wait, wait, wait—it hurts, damn it!"
She loosened at once, but the warning was clear. Ytrisia finally sat up straighter, blinking, and her gaze dropped to where Lira’s hand was still possessively wrapped around him.
Her violet eyes widened at the fresh, unmistakable teeth marks ringing the head of his cock—like a brand left by a very possessive predator.
She glared at him.
Cruxius shrugged one shoulder, the picture of innocence. "What could I do?"
Ytrisia’s voice was flat. "Can you not get some healer or something?"
"Then I would need to fuck a priestess," he answered cheerfully.
Ytrisia’s glare sharpened. "Would that be able to remove those marks?"
He grinned up at her, eyes sparkling. "Are you really jealous of having my cock marked by the teeth of another woman?"
She nodded once—short, honest, and surprisingly vulnerable.
"Ouch—what the hell?" He looked down.
Lira had leaned in, pink hair brushing his thigh, and set her own teeth delicately but firmly around the sensitive head of his cock, glaring up at him through her lashes.
"Please don’t," he hissed, half-laughing, half-pleading. "It will hurt. I will not even be able to fuck any other woman if you bite it off."
Lira released him with a slow, deliberate lick from base to tip, eyes never leaving his. "She’s a cruel woman," she murmured, voice husky, "hurting my precious thing."
Cruxius exhaled a shaky laugh. "Don’t you think you’re going off script?"
Lira sat back on her heels, suddenly serious despite the flush on her cheeks. "Actually... I wanted to run away from you. But I couldn’t. So I thought I should just become your bitch."
He blinked. "Now that is awkward."
He closed his eyes for a beat—long enough for something ancient and calculating to flicker behind the lids—then opened them again, gaze sharp.
"You know the location of that saintess?"