Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball
Chapter 35: [R18]Triple Threat

Chapter 35: [R18]Triple Threat

Then, with a tilt of her head, Sarra brought the bottle to her lips.

She poured.

Wine filled her mouth in a slow, steady stream, trickling past the corners of her lips. She held it there, cheeks slightly puffed, eyes locked with Nash’s as she slowly stepped toward him.

Then she leaned in.

Her lips brushed his. Softly. Warmly.

And then, the flood.

Sweet, rich wine spilled from her mouth into his, their tongues meeting in a heated swirl beneath the rush of crimson.

The taste exploded, fruit, fire, and flesh. It ran down his chin, streaking his neck as her tongue twisted with his, circling, teasing, sharing more than flavor.

He drank it, groaned into her mouth, one hand gripping her slick hip. The other tangled in her hair.

The liquid splashed over both of them, mixing with their breath, their sounds, their hunger.

Lina stood speechless, her hand pressed to her mouth, pupils blown wide.

It wasn’t just a kiss.

It was madness incarnate.

Their lips parted slowly, a wet drag of heat and wine between them.

The final thread of crimson dribbled from Sarra’s mouth, sliding down Nash’s chin.

Her face lingered inches from his, both of them breathing hard, exhaling into each other, lips flushed and tingling.

She smiled, soft, sly, wicked.

"I can be naughty too. So don’t you dare ignore me."

Nash blinked, stunned. This wasn’t the Sarra the system had profiled. She wasn’t shy anymore. Not like this. Not with fire in her eyes.

[WARNING: Devil’s Three-Way - Secondary Trait Effect Triggered]

[BOND STATUS SYNCED - CRITICAL: Lina + Sarra / Lust 100%]

[Effect: Bonded individuals may exhibit alternate behavior patterns in shared seduction scenarios.]

Before he could react, Lina let out a breathless laugh, eyes shining wildly. She grabbed the wine bottle, poured it straight over all three of them, her voice a teasing moan.

"More... I want more..."

The wine drenched them, shoulders, chests, thighs. Nash barely processed it before Sarra leaned in again, kissing him fiercely, her mouth and tongue hungry with new purpose.

Her hips rolled against his leg, soaked panties grinding slow and desperate, leaving a warm, sticky trail against his skin with every thrust.

Lina licked her lips, eyes gleaming as she stayed behind Sarra like a shadowy anchor. She whispered close to her ear.

"Just like that, babygirl... ride that heat. Grind that needy little pussy on him. Show him you can’t wait anymore. Show him how much you want to be ruined."

She cupped Sarra’s breasts again, squeezing and lifting them as Sarra moaned louder, her grinding growing more erratic.

Nash’s hands found her hips instinctively, and for the first time, he stopped thinking.

His eyes gleamed.

He was done holding back.

His thick length parted her slowly, forcing her open inch by inch.

She could feel it, her hands braced against his chest, nails digging in deep as her body spasmed from the shock of the stretch.

The pressure was unbearable, a slow, hot burn that made her eyes fly wide and her throat release a ragged scream.

Her inner walls clenched instinctively around him, trembling violently as her body adjusted to his size.

Nash froze, gripping her ass with both hands, panting, every nerve alight.

The sensation was unreal, tight, wet, pulsing. He could feel every twitch of her muscles, every spasm of pain-turned-pleasure as he bottomed out inside her.

Her scream had barely faded, but her breath came in short, gasping bursts, her mouth open in a helpless whimper.

Nash held still, every muscle in his body trembling, trying not to move. It took everything not to lose control.

His hands gripped her ass, kneading the soft, wine-slick flesh, trying to ground himself. But the feel of her wrapped so tightly around him was maddening. He groaned low, forehead brushing her shoulder.

Sarra twitched, chest rising as she fought to catch her breath, the initial pain melting into something else, deeper, heavier, more dangerous.

Then Lina’s hands pressed against her back. "Come on, it’s not that bad, right?" she whispered darkly.

She began to push. Gently at first, then harder.

The motion drove Sarra’s hips against Nash, forcing him deeper.

Sarra gasped, body jolting, but her moan turned from pain to something else. Her head lolled, lips parted in shock as the pressure turned into a raw pulse of pleasure.

Nash trembled. The feel of her moving on him, tight and slick, was too much.

He began to move, slow at first, then harder.

"F-fuck—Sarra..." he panted, hands gripping her ass tight, spreading her open as he pounded deeper.

Each thrust landed with a wet slap, echoing through the room.

"Ahh—ahh—ahh!" Sarra moaned, each cry higher than the last, her hips moving on their own, rolling to meet his rhythm.

Her body rocked with each thrust, her breasts bouncing, nails raking lightly down his chest.

Her shy voice could only manage gasps and soft cries, lost in the storm of sensation. Lina laughed huskily, relishing the erotic sight of their coupling.

"Mmm, that’s it sugar. Bounce on that fat cock like the cock-starved whore you are! Bet you never knew sex could feel this good!"

Nash’s thoughts blurred. Sarra’s body was beyond anything he’d imagined: pure, unfiltered madness. The way her breasts bounced with each thrust, the perfect jiggle, the way they swelled up as she arched her back, like an offering.

He leaned forward, unable to resist, catching one heavy nipple between his lips. He suckled hard, groaning deep, tongue swirling, his other hand rising to grope the other, fingers digging in, squeezing the firm, supple flesh like he owned it.

But her ass. Her ass was divine. Slick, thick, and gripping him with every push. Nash couldn’t keep one hand on her breast.

He gripped her ass and spread her cheeks wide, exposing everything, offering the twitch of her little pink hole to Lina as his cock pounded her soaked pussy from behind. The view drove her to the brink.

He let go of her ass and pushed her forward just enough to slide a hand lower, middle finger pressing against the tight ring of her ass.

A shiver ran through Sarra’s entire body as he gently circled, teasing the entrance, watching it pulse.

His voice was a low, growled whisper.

"You’re too good, Sarra. Fuck, I can’t stop."

He looked up just in time to see her eyes flutter open, glassy, wild, and then her lips pressed to his in a trembling, desperate kiss.

Her mouth was soft, wet, wine-slicked, and full of fire. As their tongues met, her moan melted into him.

The kiss did something to him. His cock throbbed with savage need, swelling even more inside her tight heat.

He grunted, hips driving forward as he grabbed her ass with both hands and pounded deeper. Every thrust rocked her body, each stroke louder, wetter, faster.

"Ahh! Aaah—N-Nash!" Sarra gasped, tears streaking her cheeks, her arms clinging to him like she’d drown without his touch.

She screamed into his mouth as he slammed into her, her voice muffled by the kiss. Her pussy clenched down like a vice, and Nash felt the wave hit.

It was like lightning, searing through his spine. His cock throbbed violently.

And then...

"Fuck... Sarra... I’m gonna—"

He exploded inside her.

A flood. No, a deluge.

Thick, hot ropes of cum poured into her, endless and heavy, shooting deep and filling her with a molten heat that made her entire body seize up.

Her stomach twitched, her eyes rolled back, and her breath shattered into a final sobbing moan.

His cock twitched again and again, dumping load after load, so much that it spilled back around the base, dripping from between her thighs.

Inside her, it felt like a hot fountain of heat, thick and heavy, stretching her beyond fullness.

She collapsed into him, trembling, breathless.

Lina, behind them, let out a low, delighted moan of her own.