I Was Reborn in Another World, But I Awoke Inside a Corpse

Chapter 223: The Night They Chose Together (18+)

Emberlight was calm that evening. The sky shimmered in soft twilight hues, casting golden-pink rays over Lilyshade's rooftops and the glistening waters of the mana lake. Somewhere near the central sanctuary, laughter echoed—gentle, feminine, and slightly flustered.

Lira's cheeks were bright red. "Y-You're both serious about this…?"

Sylvalen, as serene and confident as always, smiled with a teasing tilt of her head. "Of course. You're important to him, Lira. Just as we are."

Asmodeus sat with legs crossed, her usual elegance softened by a rare tenderness in her expression. "We talked. Not as rivals, but as women who love the same man." Her gaze flicked to Lira. "And we agreed. He deserves our honesty. And maybe... we deserve this moment too."

Lira fidgeted with her fingers. "I-I don't know if I can act bold like you two... but... if it's with all of us together, and it's something we share—then..." She buried her face in her hands. "I'll try."

Asmodeus chuckled, warm and affectionate. Sylvalen gently placed her hand on Lira's shoulder. "You don't have to be anyone else. Just be you."

That's when the door opened.

Isaac stepped into the room, expression unreadable for a moment as his eyes scanned the three women.

Sylvalen rose with elegance. "You're here."

He raised a brow. "You called me to the main bedroom. All three of you." A pause. "What's going on?"

Lira made a sound somewhere between a squeak and a hum. Sylvalen, ever direct, smiled and said, "We've talked. All of us. And we've come to a decision."

Asmodeus stood. "We want to spend the night with you. Together."

Isaac blinked.

Then looked at each of them in turn. "Are you sure?"

Lira, still flushed, met his eyes. "We are."

Sylvalen stepped forward. "No secrets. No hesitation. Just… us."

He exhaled, slow and quiet. "Then I'll treat this with the respect it deserves."

And he did.

It began with Lira and Sylvalen on their knees before Isaac, their tongues dancing along the length of his rapidly hardening cock. Asmodeus watched with a wicked smile, her tail swishing in anticipation. She approached Isaac from behind, her hands tracing the contours of his muscular back before she leaned in and began to lavish his ears with her warm, wet tongue. The sensation of her mouth on his sensitive skin sent shivers down his spine, amplifying the pleasure of Lira and Sylvalen's ministrations.

Isaac's breath hitched as he felt the telltale tightening in his balls, the harbinger of his impending release. The women sensed it too and redoubled their efforts, their tongues, lips, and hands working in unison to drive him over the edge. With a guttural moan, Isaac let go, his hot, thick semen spurting into the eager mouths of Lira and Sylvalen. They swallowed hungrily, their eyes locked on his as they savored the taste of him.

Asmodeus, not to be outdone, used her tail to gather the few stray drops that had escaped the women's lips and brought them to her own, savoring the flavor with a satisfied purr. The room buzzed with the energy of their shared experience, a prelude to the symphony of sex that was about to unfold.

The air charged with electricity as Lira positioned herself to take Isaac's cock inside her. She was tight, her wetness enveloping him like a velvet glove. Isaac groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he began to thrust, each stroke deeper and more forceful than the last. Sylvalen, ever the adventurous spirit, knelt beside them, her tongue flicking out to tease Isaac's balls and lick the place where their bodies joined.

Asmodeus, meanwhile, used her tail to penetrate Lira's ass, the slick appendage sliding in with ease. Lira gasped, her eyes widening as she was filled in both holes. The pleasure was overwhelming, a maddening cacophony of sensation that threatened to consume her.

Isaac's pace quickened, his own pleasure building as he fucked Lira with wild abandon. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within her and released his load, his semen flooding her womb. Lira cried out, her body shuddering as she came, her orgasm milking every last drop from Isaac's throbbing cock.

Sylvalen was there to catch the semen that trickled down Lira's thighs, her tongue lapping up the mixture of their juices with a voracious appetite. Asmodeus, ever the gracious host, cleaned Isaac's softening cock with her mouth, her eyes gleaming with lust as she prepared for the next act in their erotic play.

It was Sylvalen's turn to feel Isaac inside her, and she positioned herself on all fours, her ass high in the air, an open invitation. Isaac accepted without hesitation, his cock hardening once more as he slid into her from behind. Asmodeus's tail found its way back to Sylvalen's ass, thrusting in time with Isaac's movements, doubling her pleasure with each stroke.

The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic symphony punctuated by the cries of ecstasy that escaped Sylvalen's lips. Isaac's hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her skin as he drove into her again and again. He came with a roar, his semen filling Sylvalen's pussy, the heat of his release triggering her own shattering climax.

Asmodeus, the architect of their pleasure, was the last to take Isaac's cock inside her. She cried out in delight as he entered her, her body arching to meet his thrusts. They moved together, a dance as old as time, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. Isaac's hands roamed over her curves, his mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss that spoke of their deep connection.

They fucked in every position imaginable, their bodies entwined in a frenzy of lust. Isaac's stamina was legendary, and he filled Asmodeus's pussy with his seed no less than twenty-seven times, each orgasm more intense than the last. Asmodeus reveled in the feeling of his cum inside her, her body trembling with the force of her own releases.

Throughout it all, Lira and Sylvalen were never far, their hands and mouths exploring Isaac's body, their own desires stoked by the sight of Asmodeus and Isaac's lovemaking. Lira, feeling a stirring of arousal, presented her pussy to Asmodeus, who eagerly penetrated her with her tail, the slick appendage fucking her in time with Isaac's thrusts.

Sylvalen, ever the explorer, licked and kissed her way across Isaac's chest, her tongue tracing the lines of his muscles. She also lavished attention on Asmodeus, her lips and teeth teasing the demoness's nipples, her hand stroking the soft skin of her inner thigh.

The room was a vortex of pleasure, a place where time seemed to stand still, where the only reality was the connection between these four beings. Their moans and cries of passion formed a chorus that resonated with the power of their shared ecstasy.

Finally, after hours of unbridled passion, they lay spent, their bodies intertwined in a sweaty, satisfied heap. Isaac's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Asmodeus purred contentedly, her tail coiled loosely around Lira's leg. Lira and Sylvalen, sated and smiling, nestled against Isaac's sides, their hands gently stroking his skin.

In the aftermath of their lovemaking, a sense of peace descended upon the chamber. The women, once strangers, now saw each other as sisters, bound by the experiences they had shared and the pleasure they had given and received. They had explored the depths of their desires, had pushed the boundaries of their bodies, and had emerged closer than ever before.

As they drifted off to sleep, Isaac wrapped in the embrace of his three lovers, a wicked thought crossed his mind. Tomorrow, they would wake and do it all again, their days and nights a never-ending cycle of erotic adventures. And in this realm, where lust reigned supreme, they would live out their days in a state of perpetual arousal, their bodies and souls entwined in an eternal dance of desire.

Lira and Sylvalen, the other participants in this erotic tableau, were lost in their own worlds of blissful unconsciousness, their bodies limp and sated after being driven to the brink of ecstasy over and over again. Lira's silver hair fanned out around her, a stark contrast to the soft blue of her eyes, now hidden behind heavy lids. Sylvain, the 9th Elf Princess, lay beside her, her platinum silver locks cascading down her back, her confidence replaced by a serene repose.

Isaac's gaze wandered over the two unconscious women, their chests rising and falling in a rhythm that matched the languid pace of his own breathing. They had been eager and insatiable partners, their bodies arching and writhing under his touch, their moans music to his ears. But it was Asmodeus who truly matched his voracious appetite for pleasure.

Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust, the Great Demon who had seduced countless souls, turned to him with a wicked smile that promised more. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, her touch light yet full of intent. She moved closer, her breath hot against his skin as she whispered, "My love, your endurance is a gift that keeps on giving."

With a swift motion, she straddled him, her hands pinning his wrists to the bed. Her hips ground against his, and he felt himself harden once more, ready to delve into the depths of her desire. She reached down, guiding him inside her, her warmth enveloping him like a velvet vice.

Asmodeus rode him with an abandon that was both beautiful and feral, her body undulating in a dance as old as time. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, a siren song that urged him on. Isaac's hands found her hips, gripping them tightly as he thrust upwards, meeting her with equal fervor.

Their rhythm built, a crescendo of flesh slapping against flesh, their moans intertwining. Isaac felt the familiar tightening in his groin, the signal that he was about to explode. With a guttural growl, he let go, his seed spilling into her for the 51st time that night.

Asmodeus slowed her movements, savoring the feeling of him inside her. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the bead of sweat that had formed on his brow. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she began to descend, her mouth engulfing his cock with a hunger that surprised him.

Her lips slid up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip, teasing and tantalizing. Isaac watched in awe as she took him in fully, her throat constricting around him. The sight of this powerful demon worshiping his dick with such reverence was almost too much to bear.

For ten blissful minutes, she sucked and licked, her head bobbing in a rhythm that had him teetering on the edge once more. When he came, she swallowed every drop, her eyes locked onto his, a silent vow that she would always be his greatest pleasure.

"Delicious, as always," she purred, licking her lips as she released him from her mouth. But Asmodeus was not done yet. She had one more act in this erotic performance.

She crawled over to where Lira lay, her mouth still full of Isaac's essence. With a gentleness that belied her demonic nature, she pried open Lira's mouth and let the mixture of their juices drip onto the unconscious woman's tongue. Lira's throat worked reflexively, swallowing the potent concoction.

Asmodeus repeated the process with Sylvain, the Elf Princess accepting the gift of Isaac's seed with the same unknowing eagerness as Lira. When both women had been thus anointed, Asmodeus returned to Isaac, her eyes alight with a new kind of mischief.

She positioned herself above him once more, her legs spread wide. With a soft sigh, she began to expel the semen that had accumulated within her. The thick, white fluid flowed from her in a steady stream, cascading down onto Lira and Sylvain's prone forms. She painted their bodies with Isaac's seed, marking them as her own, as theirs.

Once she had emptied herself, Asmodeus bent down, her tongue tracing the path of the semen across the women's skin. She lapped at it hungrily, a cat licking up every last drop of cream. "A new taste," she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy. "So delightfully mixed with their essence."

Isaac watched, his own satisfaction mingling with a renewed arousal at the sight of Asmodeus' debauchery. He knew that their night was far from over, that the Succubus Queen would demand more from him, and he would willingly give it.

As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Asmodeus finally lay beside him, her body slick with sweat and other, more intimate fluids. She curled into his side, her head resting on his chest, her leg thrown over his.

"My love," she whispered, her voice soft and sated, "you have pleased me beyond measure."

Isaac wrapped his arms around her, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. "And you, my demon queen, have shown me pleasures beyond imagining."

They lay there in silence, the only sound the soft breathing of Lira and Sylvain, who would wake with the taste of their ecstasy still on their tongues, a reminder of the night they had shared with Asmodeus and Isaac.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Asmodeus' eyes began to droop, her body finally succumbing to the exhaustion that comes after a night of unbridled passion. Isaac held her close, his own eyes heavy with sleep.

But just before sleep claimed him, a wicked thought crossed his mind, and a sly smile played on his lips. When they awoke, he would show Asmodeus that his endurance was not yet spent, and their erotic adventures would begin anew.

For now, though, they slept, the room a silent witness to their lustful symphony, a testament to the power of desire and the boundless pleasure it could bring.

He smiled faintly.

They had chosen this.

And somehow, despite the overwhelming intimacy of the night, the three of them felt closer to each other now than ever before.

He didn't know what to expect. Tension, maybe. Hesitation.

Instead, when they awoke, there was teasing between Sylvalen and Asmodeus. Lira blushed when they called her "adorable," but smiled without looking away. None of them showed jealousy. Only warmth.

Asmodeus kissed his forehead before leaving. Sylvalen brushed Lira's hair with gentle fingers. Lira shyly thanked both of them—for including her, for accepting her.

Isaac lay back and stared at the ceiling of his soul-bound world.

He didn't just have lovers. He had a family.

And that changed everything.