My Idle System

Chapter 373: Home (5)

Eva's breath broke instantly, her body jolting forward from the force of it.

The stretch was sudden.

Intense.

Even with how wet she was; no, drenched — it still hurt, just slightly, just enough to make her body react.

But it didn't last.

Because what followed drowned it out completely.

Relief.

Pressure.

Pleasure that came crashing in right after.

Her body gave in almost instantly.

Her mind too.

"So big… so perfect…" she breathed, her voice low, unsteady, soaked in feeling. "I… I was made for this~"

Christian paused only briefly, letting her adjust, letting her body take him in again after the time apart.

Then he moved. Harder. Rougher.

Completely different from before.

Where Annabelle had drawn something deeper, something consuming—

Eva pulled something else out of him.

Control through force.

Understanding through intensity.

He knew what she wanted.

And he gave it to her.

Each thrust landed heavier, faster, less restrained, his grip tightening on her hips as he drove into her again and again, the sound of impact filling the room.

His hands didn't stay still.

They moved — gripping, kneading, spreading her further, controlling the pace, the depth, the angle.

And when her skin flushed deeper under his touch—

He lifted his hand.

And struck.

The slap landed sharp.

Clean.

Her body jerked instantly, a broken sound tearing from her throat as the sensation shot through her.

"Yess—!"

"M-more—!"

"That's it—!"

The words looped from her, simple and fractured, repeated like a chant. Her vocabulary had collapsed into nothing but desperate affirmation, her voice growing rougher, more unsteady with every sound.

It only made him push harder.

Christian drank in every hoarse cry, every wet slap of skin, loving the way she fell apart for him — shameless, greedy, completely his.

He fucked her like he meant to break her apart in the best way possible — hips snapping forward, cock driving deep, his hand rising and falling again, leaving her skin flushed a deeper shade with every strike.

He fell into a rhythm.

And she met him there.

Each time he drove forward, her hips pushed back into him, matching him, answering him, the two of them locking into something steady, relentless.

Time blurred.

Her body tightened around him, pulling him in, her wet heat clinging, reacting, keeping him exactly where she wanted him.

And then—

His gaze shifted.

Her chest.

Her dangling breasts, heavy and full, bounced and swung wildly with every pounding thrust. Her puffed nipples peaked tight, begging for attention.

He followed the pull.

Leaning forward, he pressed into her, both hands sinking into those soft mounds. He fondled them roughly — squeezing, shaping, using them as he pleased.

He pinched her nipples hard, rolling and tugging, sending a completely different kind of pleasure shooting through her.

Yet, adapting to his rough bounding. She suddenly twisted her head back to look at him over her shoulder.

Her eyes—

They weren't empty.

They weren't lost.

They were full.

Pleasure, relief, something possessive, something wanting — all of it mixed together, clear, burning.

It pulled him in.

Without thinking, he leaned down and took her lips.

The kiss wasn't soft.

It wasn't careful.

It matched everything else — hungry, deep, consuming.

One hand came up to hold her head in place, locking her to him as he deepened it, while the other slid down again, moving across her body — sliding from the underside of her breasts, over her stomach, tracing her navel, then finally reaching where they were joined.

He felt her pussy lips stretched obscenely around his thick cock, slick and swollen.

His fingers moved there — slow at first, almost teasing, tracing the stretched rim where they were joined. Then more deliberate. Until he found her clit, swollen and throbbing, and pressed.

Teased.

Eva broke harder.

Her voice fractured against his mouth, her body tightening instantly, reacting more violently than before. Her eyes fluttered, sending him a silent, pleading message through the haze: go easy on me.

He understood it.

And ignored it.

Instead, he pushed further, harder, refusing to let her slip away from what he was building.

Her body gave in again — faster this time.

The tension snapped through her without warning, her entire frame trembling as warmth spread, spilling, soaking him, her control breaking completely under the combined pressure.

And still, he didn't stop.

He held her there, kept her there, moving into her with a possessive, almost savage intent, like he meant to draw out every last reaction her body could give.

That was when, from the corner of his eye, Christian caught Annabelle.

She had already recovered, lying on her back beside them, quietly watching.

This was new to her.

This version of him.

This roughness, this lack of restraint, directed at someone else, right in front of her, and instead of pulling away, she watched, something unreadable flickering in her expression.

He didn't let that distance remain.

Pulling back from Eva just enough, he adjusted her position without breaking rhythm, turning her onto her back, lifting one leg and bending it beside her head, opening her further, deeper.

Then he drove back in.

For a moment, it almost felt like there was no more space left to take him.

Only then did he lean sideways—

And kiss Annabelle.

His hand held Eva firmly in place, gripping her thigh to keep her open, unmoving, while his other hand slid between Annabelle's legs, finding her pussy still softly closed, still trapping his thick load inside.

Two fingers pushed in easily, then three, stretching her again. He fucked the cum deeper into her with slow, deliberate strokes — as if he were afraid that without pushing every drop where it belonged, the child they both secretly ached for might never take root.

His fingers pressed inside, slow at first, then deeper, spreading her open again,

Between them—

He moved.

Driving into Eva.

Fingering Annabelle.

Kissing one, then the other.

Minutes blurred. The room filled with the wet sounds of flesh, the creak of the mattress, the broken gasps and whimpers of two women falling apart under the same man. Christian timed it perfectly, intensity rising until all three of them hovered right on the brink together.

At the same time.

"Christian!"

"Chris—"

Their voices broke together, his name spilling from both of them as their bodies tightened, trembled, and gave in.

Eva's walls clamped down around his cock, while Annabelle's pussy fluttered and clenched around his thrusting fingers. Their releases crashed through them together, soaking his hand and his groin in fresh waves of heat.

And he followed.

His dick throbbed violently and started shooting thick, hot ropes of cum straight into Eva's womb — filling her until she was overflowing just like Annabelle.

For a single heartbeat he was tempted to pull out and paint both their bodies with the rest, marking them visibly, but he pushed the thought aside.

Not yet.

It was important to be fair.

He stayed buried deep in Eva until the last spurt faded, then slowly withdrew, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum began to leak from both women — white and obscene.

Now, both of them were marked in their own way.

And for the first time since it started — the room quieted.

Even if only briefly. The night was long, and Christian was not going to finish any time soon, after all.