The air in the room was a physical presence, a humid, soupy haze of sweat, sex, and the ghost of Celise's perfume, utterly vanquished by the raw, primal musk of their rutting. Nova was a dead weight on the sofa, every muscle in his body locked tight with a tension that bordered on pain.
Celise knelt between his sprawled legs, her black dress a forgotten, crumpled puddle of fabric around her waist. Her magnificent tits, heavy and pale, with rosy, achingly hard nipples, swayed with every ragged breath she took. She held his cock, a monster of flesh slick with a glistening cocktail of his pre-cum and her saliva, and slowly, deliberately, pressed it into the soft, yielding valley of her breasts.
The sight was obscene, a perfect portrait of debauchery. His angry, flushed red shaft vanished into the pale, freckled flesh, the tip just peeking out with each press.
"Nova, you insatiable fucking bastard," she panted, her voice a raw, hoarse thing. "What the hell did they do to you out there? Six months away, and you come back like a fucking animal in heat. Christ, I've been swallowing thirteen loads a day, taking you in my cunt every chance I get, and it's still not enough for you, is it?"
Nova could only groan, a deep, guttural sound torn from his chest as his head fell back against the cushions. His mind was a shattered relay station, overwhelmed by pleasure. How could he explain it? His consciousness wasn't confined to this room, this body. It was a network. One main body, three blood clones, and two temporary clones, all fucking, all feeling. His main body was here, with Celise.
But he could also feel the surprising, tight heat of Aunt May's pussy as his blood clone in Marvel fucked her on her squeaking bed, her hands clawing at his back.
Another clone was lost in Jean Grey, a psychic storm of pleasure. He'd created two temp clones just for her, and the three of them were now railing her in every hole, her ecstatic screams—thankfully muted by his wards—echoing in his skull.
Another clone was balls-deep in Fleur Delacour, her Veela magic turning the pleasure into a billion volts of electric ecstasy dancing on his skin.
And a final temp clone was accompanying Harry and Hermione, a strange, calm counterpoint to the orgy of sensation.
Six of his seven bodies were actively fucking, and the combined feedback was melting his brain, turning his own libido into an uncontrollable, all-consuming inferno.
He was ripped from his psychic chaos by a lewd sound. Celise had leaned down, spat a thick, bubbly wad of saliva directly onto his exposed cockhead. The extra lube was divine. She began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm, sliding her tits up and down his shaft. She squeezed them together, jiggling them for extra friction. The wet, slapping sounds of flesh on flesh filled the room, a percussive beat to their depravity.
"You like that, you filthy animal?" she taunted, her eyes, dark with lust, locked on his. "You like fucking my fat tits? Is this what you thought about when you were away? Not my tight mouth, not my wet little cunt, just these big, soft titties wrapped around your cock until you paint me white?"
"God, yes," he managed to grunt, his hands flying to her breasts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, thumbs roughly twisting her aching nipples. "Just like that. Don't you fucking stop."
"Never," she promised, her pace quickening, becoming more frantic. "I'm going to drain your fucking balls. I want you to cum so hard for me. I want to wear your load like a fucking coat. I want to smell like you, taste you, feel you dripping down my skin until you're hard and ready to give me another fucking bath."
She leaned down, and on the next upward slide, she captured the head of his cock in her mouth. The dual sensation was cataclysmic. The warm, soft pressure of her breasts combined with the hot, wet suction of her mouth was more than he could handle. She swirled her tongue around the tip, probing the slit, before pulling back with a wet pop.
Then she did something even more depraved. She released his cock from her tits, held it by the base, and began to slap the heavy, slick head against her own extended tongue. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. The sound was wet and nasty.
"Look at you," she growled, her voice thick with spit and lust. "Such a big, fucking dick. So hard for me. You want to fuck my face with it, don't you? You want to choke me with it?"
She didn't wait for an answer. She plunged her mouth down, taking half his length in one go, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, her tongue working the underside frantically. She came up gasping, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock.
The pleasure from his other bodies seemed to converge, amplifying the sensation into a blinding, all-consuming wave.
"I'm gonna fucking cum!" he roared, his entire body going rigid as a board.
Celise pulled back just in time, releasing his cock from her mouth. She grabbed it with both hands, stroking him furiously, aiming the pulsing shaft at her face. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue lolling out, a perfect, willing target.
The first thick, white rope of cum shot out, hitting the back of her throat with such force that she gagged slightly, a happy tear escaping the corner of her eye. She swallowed greedily, then angled his dick, and the second spurt landed in a hot, sticky line across her forehead and into her blonde eyebrow. She turned his cock, and the third and fourth spurts splattered across her cheeks, coating her skin in a pearly sheen.
Finally, she aimed it down, and the last of his climax rained down on her heaving tits, pooling in the valley between them and dripping down onto her neck and collarbones.
She looked up at him, a breathtaking vision of debauchery, completely covered in his essence, a triumphant, satisfied smirk gracing her cum-soaked lips.
Nova leaned back, a deep, boneless satisfaction settling into his limbs as he watched the woman before him. Celise was a breathtaking mess, a canvas painted with his desire. She scooped a thick, pearly glob of cum from her chest with a delicate finger, her movements slow and deliberate. She brought it to her lips, her eyes never leaving his, and sucked her finger clean with an audible, wet pop.
She repeated the process, gathering the cooling seed from her neck, her cheeks, and the sticky line on her forehead, licking each finger clean with a sensual reverence that made his spent cock twitch with renewed interest. After a while, she sighed, a sound of weary contentment.
"Seriously, Nova, I can't keep up with this. It's not human. We have to accept all the concubines' contracts. I'm going to have to join forces with them to deal with you. Otherwise, you're literally going to fuck me to death."
Nova laughed lightly, a low, rumbling sound in his chest. He leaned forward, his gaze hungry as it roamed over her. She looked absolutely delicious to him because she looked so thoroughly ruined, all because of him. Her hair was a tangled mess, her skin glistened, and her lips were swollen and red.
"Don't worry, Celise," he said, his voice a husky promise. "Once I get the concubines and that princess as my main wife, you'll have them to help. But I'm going to fuck and tire them all, too. So don't get your hopes up."
Celise just rolled her eyes, a playful smirk on her lips. "Cocky bastard." She then licked the last of the cum from her fingers and muttered, more to herself than to him, "At least your magic makes your cum taste exactly like my favourite wine."
She then stood up, stretching her lithe body, and looked down at him. "I wish for me not to smell like wine," she commanded, a hint of a smile playing on her features. "Clean me up, and make me smell like roses."
Nova snapped his fingers. The effect was instantaneous. The sticky, drying mess vanished from her skin. The scent of sweat, sex, and spiced wine was replaced by the soft, fresh fragrance of a rose garden after a morning rain. Celise was pristine once more, her skin glowing, her hair magically untangled and falling in perfect waves around her shoulders.
She smelled divine, and the sight of her, now clean and refreshed, was just as potent as when she was defiled.