Chapter 44: Chapter 44
The bathwater rippled as Bruce settled back against the smooth stone ledge, steam curling around his shoulders. His fingers trailed lazily through the water before finding the cigarette case balanced on the edge. He tapped one out, brought it to his lips, and exhaled the first drag toward the vaulted ceiling.
"So," he murmured, eyes half-lidded as the nicotine hit his system. "The new models. Thoughts?"
Lena let out a breathless laugh from where she floated nearby, her dark hair fanned out in the water. "Bruce, *fucking* amazing."
A chorus of agreement rose from the others—Ketut’s soft murmur, Anya’s breathy "*God yes*," Sophia’s satisfied hum.
Camille stretched her arms along the ledge, her small breasts breaking the water’s surface. "Did you *see* Bruce swell during that?" Her fingers pinched the air. "Like two feet long, thick as his fucking bicep."
Lena sat up so fast water sloshed over the edge. "*No fucking way.*"
Camille grinned, smug. "Yup."
Lena turned to Bruce, her brown eyes burning. "Let me have it, big guy."
Bruce took another drag, smoke curling from his lips as he studied her. "Where do you want it, *sombra*?"
Lena didn’t hesitate. "You know where."
The water surged as Bruce hauled her onto his lap, her small body slick against his. His cock, already hardening, pressed against the cleft of her ass. Lena shuddered, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she guided him to her tight little hole.
"No prep," she breathed, her nails digging in. "Just *fuck* me."
Bruce spat into his palm, slicked himself roughly, and pushed in.
Lena’s back arched violently, her gasp echoing off the tiles. Bruce didn’t stop—just buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, her ass clamping down like a vise.
"*Fuck!*" she choked out, her thighs trembling.
Bruce gripped her hips, pulling her down harder as he ground into her. The water sloshed around them, obscenely loud, as he set a punishing pace. Lena’s cries turned ragged, her cunt dripping onto his thighs with each jolt of his cock inside her.
Anya watched, transfixed, her fingers trailing through her own wetness. "Look at her *take* it," she murmured.
Camille smirked, swirling her drink. "Like she was made for it."
Bruce’s rhythm faltered, his thrusts turning erratic. Lena felt it—the way his muscles tensed, the way his breath hitched. She clenched around him, milking him as his release surged.
"*Inside*," she demanded, her voice wrecked.
Bruce obeyed with a groan, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep in her ass. Lena shuddered through her own climax, her body clamping down, her nails leaving crescent moons in his skin.
When he finally pulled out, she collapsed against his chest, her breath coming in ragged bursts.
The bathwater had cooled slightly, the steam less dense now. Bruce reached for his cigarette again, took a long drag, and exhaled slowly. Lena nestled against him, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest.
Priya moved through the water, her hands glowing faintly as she tended to the women—easing sore muscles, closing stretched holes, erasing the evidence of their rough play.
Anya sighed as the healing warmth spread through her. "God, I love magic."
Freya stretched, her small body glistening. "And good bourbon." She grabbed Bruce’s glass, took a sip, and made a face. "*Strong*."
Bruce chuckled, pulling her onto his other side. Lena didn’t protest—just adjusted, her ass still throbbing, her body utterly spent.
The night, for once, felt *finished*.
But tomorrow?
Bruce smirked around his cigarette.
*Tomorrow was another story.
The jasmine-scented breeze carried the first hint of dawn through the open pavilion when the mirrors began vibrating. Bruce's cigarette stopped halfway to his lips as every reflective surface in the room simultaneously darkened like pooling ink.
"Fuck me sideways," Lena muttered, reaching for the dagger she'd left on the bathing ledge.
The water rippled outward from center pool as if something massive had submerged, though nothing had broken the surface. Anya's golden eyes tracked invisible movement along the ceiling beams while Freya's small fingers dug into Bruce's thigh.
Then she stepped through the largest mirror like a diver emerging from black water.
Bronze skin gleamed under the first morning light as she shook out waist-length hair the color of fresh blood. The scent of bergamot and gunpowder rolled off her in waves as she stretched, seven feet of muscle and feminine curves that made even Sophia sit up straighter.
"Took you long enough," Bruce exhaled around his cigarette, watching her pupils contract to feline slits.
She stepped onto the water's surface without breaking tension, the pool reflecting her upside down as she crouched before him. Up close, the scars became visible - thin white lines across her collarbones, thicker rope burns around her wrists.
"You're smaller than I expected," she said in a voice like gravel and honey, her tongue flicking out to taste the air between them.
Camille made a choked noise. "That's fucking rich coming from someone riding twelve inches of–"
The newcomer's hand shot out, fingers wrapping around Bruce's throat as she leaned in. Her breasts brushed his chest, nipples hardening against his skin. "I'm Sera." Her thumb pressed against his pulse. "Goddess of war. And I don't share."
Lena's dagger pricked the base of Sera's skull. "That's gonna be a problem."
Bruce exhaled smoke through his nose, watching Sera's pupils dilate at the steel's bite. He let his free hand drift between her thighs, finding her already dripping. "Seems you're outnumbered, sweetheart."
She ground against his fingers with a feral grin. "Good."
The water erupted as Sera dragged Bruce under, her legs locking around his waist. Bubbles streamed from their mouths as she impaled herself on his cock in one vicious thrust, her cunt clamping down like a silk fist. Bruce's back hit the pool floor, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him with the precision of a blade thrust.
Above the surface, Anya watched their distorted shadows thrash beneath the water. "Well that's... new."
Lena licked her lips. "I want next."
Sera breached the surface with a gasp, water sluicing down her back as Bruce followed, his mouth finding her throat. Her thighs trembled around him, the muscles in her abdomen flexing with each deep roll of her hips.
"Still think I'll share?" she panted, nails raking down his chest.
Bruce responded by slamming her against the pool ledge, his thrusts turning brutal. Water sloshed onto the tiles as Sera's back arched, her scream strangled when he bit her shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
Sophia slid into the water beside them, her hand drifting between her own thighs. "Fuck, she takes it like a champion."
Sera's laugh was breathless. "I've had spears–ah!–thicker than this."
Bruce growled, his fingers digging into her hips as his cock swelled further inside her. The veins stood out along its length, pulsing against her walls with each stroke. Sera's breath hitched, her inner muscles fluttering as pleasure coiled tight in her gut.
"Gonna make you swallow those words," Bruce muttered against her skin.
Sera clenched around him deliberately, her smirk sharp. "Promises, promises."
The first contraction hit like a lightning strike, her cunt milking him as her orgasm ripped through her. Bruce followed moments later, his release flooding her in hot pulses that made her toes curl.
When he finally pulled out, Sera's legs gave out, her back hitting the water with a splash. She floated there, breathing hard, staring at the dawn-lit ceiling.
Lena crouched at the pool's edge, her dark hair dripping. "So. Still not sharing?"
Sera's gold-flecked eyes slid to Bruce, then to the six women watching with varying degrees of hunger. She exhaled slowly.
"...Maybe occasionally."
Sera exhaled hard, water dripping from her eyelashes as she pushed upright. The morning light caught the scars crisscrossing her ribs - old wounds that never fully healed, even for a goddess.
"Sorry," she muttered, swiping wet hair behind one ear. The aggression from moments ago had bled out of her, leaving something raw beneath. "Thought I'd have to come on kind of strong. You have seven of the most beautiful women I've ever seen here." Her gaze dropped to Bruce's softening cock, still glistening with their combined release. "Your cock is a revelation."
Freya snorted, splashing water at her. "Wait till you see what he can *do* with it."
Sera's knuckles whitened on the pool ledge. "I'm from a dimension just over from here. We've been feeling you all." Her throat worked. "I've wanted to leave for a long time but was forbidden." A muscle jumped in her jaw. "I decided I didn't care if I was exiled anymore."
Bruce watched the way her pupils dilated when she said it - not fear, but *hunger*.
"You've been calling to me." Sera searched his face, then the others', her voice dropping. "Have you felt it?"
Ketut rose from the water in one fluid motion, beads sliding down her slender frame. She pressed a palm to Sera's sternum, right over the oldest scar. "It's me that's been calling to you." Her dark eyes softened. "I felt your loneliness through the earth."
Sera shuddered.
"But you felt *him*," Ketut continued, her thumb brushing a nipple that peaked instantly, "through the connections we share."
Lena prowled closer, her small body glistening. "So what now, *guerrera*? You gonna fight us or fuck us?"
Sera's laugh was sudden, bright. She grabbed Lena by the hair and yanked her in, their mouths crashing together in a clash of teeth and tongue. When she pulled back, Lena's lips were swollen, her chest heaving.
"Both," Sera purred.
The mirror room doors burst open.
Sophia stood framed in the entrance, her muscular body taut, a crystalline dagger in each hand. "We've got company."
Bruce was moving before she finished speaking, water sluicing off him as he crossed to the window. The jungle clearing below swarmed with figures - not human, not quite, their limbs too long, their movements jerky like broken puppets.
"*Kala's brood*," Ketut whispered, her fingers digging into Bruce's bicep.
Sera snarled, her canines lengthening. "Took them long enough to track me."
Anya was already pulling on a robe, her golden eyes flashing. "How many?"
Sophia flipped a dagger. "Enough to be fun."
Bruce felt it then - the shift in the air, the prickle of old magic stirring. His cock hardened again, veins standing thick and proud as power coiled low in his gut.
Sera noticed immediately. Her tongue swiped over her bottom lip. "You *like* this."
Bruce cracked his neck. "You don't?"
Lena let out a breathy laugh, her small hands already working his length. "We *all* do."
The first howl split the morning air.
Freya groaned, tossing her head back. "Can't they wait ten fucking minutes?"
Bruce hauled Sera against him, his other hand fisting in Lena's hair. "Make it five."
Sera's grin was all teeth as she sank to her knees.
Outside, the monsters kept coming.
And inside?
The real beasts were just getting started.
Ketut’s fingers traced the jagged scar running down Sera’s ribcage as the warrior goddess bent over the bathing pool’s edge, Bruce pounding into her from behind. The tile beneath Sera’s palms cracked under her grip, her ass slamming back to meet each thrust.
"Fuck—*harder*—" Sera snarled, her blood-red hair whipping as Bruce yanked her hips back.
Ketut’s dark eyes flicked up to meet Bruce’s. A silent understanding passed between them before she pressed her lithe body against Sera’s back, her small hands sliding between them to circle Sera’s clit.
"You feel him stretching you, *guerrera*?" Ketut murmured, her breath hot against Sera’s ear.
Sera’s thighs trembled, her cunt clenching around Bruce’s cock. "Goddamn *right* I do—"
Ketut’s fingers worked faster, her thumb pressing down just as Bruce angled his thrusts deeper. Sera’s back arched violently, her scream ripping through the steam-filled air as her orgasm crashed over her. Bruce growled, his hands bruising her hips as he fucked her through it, his own release surging hot and thick inside her.
Across the room, Sophia and Anya were already armed, their bare skin slick with sweat as they watched the jungle’s edge through the open pavilion.
"Five minutes my ass," Sophia muttered, spinning a dagger.
Anya’s golden eyes flicked to the still-gasping Sera. "Worth it."
Lena crouched beside Bruce, her small hand stroking his softening cock. "Round two’s gonna have to wait, big guy."
Bruce exhaled sharply, watching the tree line. Shadows moved there—too fast, too fluid. "How many?"
"Enough to be interesting," Sophia said, her muscles coiled. "Not enough to be a problem."
Ketut pressed a kiss to Sera’s shoulder before stepping back, her fingers lingering on the warrior’s scars. "You fight with us now."
Sera’s grin was feral as she straightened, Bruce’s cum dripping down her thighs. "Try and stop me."
The first creature lunged from the foliage, its elongated limbs twisted, its mouth unhinging in a silent screech.
Bruce’s hand shot out, shadows erupting from his palm like living smoke. The construct formed midair—a monstrous, knotted thing of muscle and teeth—and tore the creature in half before it hit the ground.
Freya whooped, her small body vibrating with energy. "That’s my fucking *husband*!"
More poured from the trees.
Sera didn’t hesitate. She grabbed a fallen dagger and *moved*, her body a blur of bronze skin and crimson hair. Blood sprayed as she carved through them, her laughter wild.
Lena appeared at Bruce’s side, her fingers curling around his wrist. "Want me to—?"
Bruce nodded.
The air shimmered as Lena flexed her power, reality bending. The constructs that formed weren’t shadows this time—they were *copies*. Six Bruces, each as hard and hungry as the original, fanned out across the clearing.
Anya’s breath hitched. "*That’s* new."
One of the copies turned to wink at her before slamming a fist through a creature’s skull.
Camille’s laughter rang out as she pressed against Bruce’s back, her fingers trailing down his abs. "Gonna let them have all the fun?"
Bruce’s cock twitched against her palm.
He grabbed her wrist, spinning her around to face the carnage. "Watch."
The last creature fell, torn apart between Sera’s blades and the constructs’ brutal efficiency. Silence settled over the clearing, broken only by the wet sound of Sera wiping her dagger clean on the grass.
Ketut stepped forward, her bare feet silent on the blood-soaked earth. She crouched beside one of the fallen, her fingers pressing to its grotesque forehead.
"Kala’s angry," she murmured, her dark eyes distant. "She’s calling more."
Sophia rolled her shoulders. "Good."
Bruce’s copies dissolved into mist as Lena exhaled, swaying slightly. He caught her before she could stumble, his hand splayed across her lower back.
"Easy, *sombra*."
She leaned into him, her breath warm against his chest. "Worth it."
Sera stalked back to them, her body streaked with gore. She grabbed Bruce’s face, her thumb smearing blood across his cheekbone. "Now. Where were we?"
Freya groaned, flopping onto the grass. "You people are *insatiable*."
Ketut’s lips curved as she rose, her fingers trailing up Sera’s spine. "And you’re not?"
Freya’s answering grin was wicked.
The jungle hummed around them, alive with unseen threats.
Bruce’s hands were already moving, pulling bodies closer.
The beasts outside could wait.
His wives couldn’t.
Bruce’s fingers dug into Sera’s hips as she rode him backward, her muscular thighs flexing with each deep grind. The blood smearing her collarbone mixed with sweat, painting crimson streaks across her bronze skin. She threw her head back with a guttural moan, her cunt clenching around his cock like a fist.
"Fucking hell," Camille breathed, watching from where she knelt beside them, her fingers working lazily between her own thighs.
Lena’s laugh was dark as she straddled Bruce’s face, her ass hovering just above his mouth. "You gonna lick me clean while she bounces on your dick, *jefe*?"
Bruce didn’t answer—just grabbed the back of her thighs and yanked her down, his tongue plunging into her tight little hole without warning. Lena’s scream echoed off the pavilion walls, her fingers scrambling for purchase in his hair.
Sera’s rhythm stuttered, her breath coming in ragged bursts. "Fuck—*fuck*—I can feel your tongue through him—"
Ketut’s cool fingers traced the scar along Sera’s ribs again, her touch light as a whisper. "You belong here," she murmured, her lips brushing the shell of Sera’s ear. "With us."
Sera’s hips jerked, her orgasm crashing over her without warning. She arched violently, her cunt milking Bruce’s cock as she came, her scream raw and unfiltered.
Bruce groaned around Lena’s ass, his own release surging hot and thick inside Sera. She collapsed forward, her forehead pressing against Ketut’s, her breath mingling with theirs.
The jungle rustled.
Anya’s golden eyes flicked toward the trees. "They’re back."
Sophia sighed, rolling onto her feet with feline grace. "Persistent little fuckers, aren’t they?"
Freya stretched, her petite body glistening in the dawn light. "Can’t we just ignore them?"
Priya’s hands glowed faintly as she pressed them to Sera’s lower back, healing the bruises Bruce’s fingers had left. "They won’t let us."
Bruce gently lifted Lena off his face, his cock sliding free of Sera with a wet sound. He stood, his muscles flexing as he cracked his neck. "This time, stay behind me."
Sera wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes gleaming. "Like hell."
The first creature lunged from the foliage, its elongated limbs twisting unnaturally. Then another. And another. Within seconds, the clearing was swarming, their grotesque forms closing in from all sides.
Bruce looked up. They were surrounded—thousands of them, a seething circle of nightmares.
"This time," he said, his voice low, "it’s mine."
The wives tensed, pressing closer as Bruce raised his hands. Golden energy erupted from his palms, swirling outward in a blazing ring. It expanded with terrifying speed, a shockwave of pure power.
The creatures didn’t even have time to scream.
The light passed through them like a blade through smoke, dissolving their twisted forms into nothing. The jungle fell silent, the air thick with the scent of ozone and burnt flesh.
Sera stared at him, her lips parted.
"Very impressive," she breathed.
Bruce exhaled, rolling his shoulders. The golden light faded from his skin, leaving only the faintest shimmer along his veins.
Lena whistled low. "That’s new."
Anya’s fingers traced the glowing marks on Bruce’s arm. "It’s beautiful."
Ketut pressed her palm to his chest, her dark eyes widening. "Not just power," she murmured. "It’s *him*."
Sera stepped closer, her fingers brushing the pulse at his throat. "Your father’s blood."
Bruce met her gaze, his hazel eyes swirling with something ancient.
"Let’s hope it’s enough."
The trees rustled again—softer this time.
Freya groaned, flopping onto the grass. "Oh, come *on*."
But it wasn’t more creatures.
The branches parted, revealing a figure draped in shadows. Taller than the others, its movements smoother, more deliberate. The air around it warped, reality bending in its wake.
Sophia’s daggers were in her hands before Bruce could blink. "That’s not one of Kala’s."
The figure stepped into the light.
And smiled.
Sera’s breath hitched. "Oh, *fuck*."
Bruce’s hands curled into fists, the golden energy flickering back to life along his skin.
The fight wasn’t over.
It had only just begun.