Cucking The Demon King
Chapter 147: Join in[R18]

Chapter 147: Join in[R18]

Eva peeked timidly from behind him, still clutching the blanket tight to her chest, her cheeks an impossible shade of red.

Though she wasn’t fully naked was, she felt like she was.

Elsa’s gaze flicked to her for a brief moment, then back to Liam.

The air between them grew charged, thick with tension once again—but this time, it wasn’t just the heavy atmosphere of romantic heat. There was something else bubbling underneath.

The tension hung heavily in the air for another heartbeat.

Then Elsa suddenly sighed, the sound soft but strangely filled with resignation.

Her gaze, still locked on Liam’s, seemed to lose a bit of its teasing edge, replaced instead by something deeper—something older, almost bittersweet.

"I’m not surprised," Elsa said quietly, her arms dropping to her sides as she stood there, illuminated by the soft illusionary light. "I guess... I never really expected to keep you all to myself."

Her voice wasn’t angry.

It wasn’t cold.

It was simply... honest.

Her eyes shimmered faintly as she looked at him, and in that moment, Liam saw the real Elsa—not the teasing seductress, not the mischievous troublemaker, but the woman who had given her heart to him without ever expecting something normal in return.

She thought back—almost involuntarily—to the day they first met.

The vivid memory flashed through her mind.

Of how Liam had taken her—and her two other friends—without hesitation, without shame, fucking them all into submission with a ferocity and hunger that had left her stunned and breathless.

Even now, the memory sent a shiver racing down her spine.

It hadn’t been some fairy-tale meeting. It hadn’t been sweet or traditional like the romance tales she read when she was young.

It had been raw, messy, and most of all, it was fun!

Even now, she could feel her little sister tingling in anticipation at the mere sight of Liam shirtless.

A part of her even wished for nothing more than to jump on him and claim him for herself.

Elsa knew—had always known—that what they shared could never be something ordinary.

Their bond had been born from chaos, from passion, from something primal that defied the neat, clean boxes of a "normal" relationship.

So how could she possibly expect to chain him down?

How could she pretend he belonged to her alone?

’Our relationship was never meant to be normal...’ she thought silently, her heart squeezing painfully in her chest.

But even knowing that didn’t make the sting any less sharp.

Elsa’s chest rose and fell with a slow, deliberate breath.

Then she stepped closer—slowly, almost cautiously—closing the distance between her and Liam until she was standing right in front of him.

She lifted one delicate hand and pressed it against his bare chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips.

Her touch was warm. Real.

And when she finally spoke again, her voice was raw, stripped of any teasing or bravado.

"All I want," she whispered, her golden eyes locking onto his with a fierce, vulnerable intensity, "is for you to stay by my side."

She swallowed hard, her fingers splaying slightly against his chest, as if afraid he might pull away.

"As long as you don’t abandon me... I can live with the rest."

Her words stabbed straight into Liam’s heart.

She wasn’t asking for exclusivity.

She wasn’t asking for promises he couldn’t keep.

She was simply asking for him.

No matter what.

Elsa’s lips trembled slightly as she continued, her voice growing even softer, almost trembling with suppressed emotion.

"But... even knowing all that—" she hesitated, biting her lower lip for a brief second before pushing the words out, "—it still hurts."

She leaned a little closer, her forehead almost brushing his chin.

"I was so jealous..." she confessed in a breathless murmur. "Seeing you choose Eva... when you could have just come to me too..."

Her hand on his chest curled slightly, gripping him.

Liam felt a sharp pang in his chest at Elsa’s words.

A rare, uncomfortable guilt twisted inside him—because she was right.

He had been selfish.

He had acted inconsiderately of their feelings, swept up in the heat of the moment with Eva, forgetting that the girls who loved him were right there too.

His arms moved almost on instinct, wrapping around Elsa tightly, pulling her against him.

"I’m sorry, Elsa," he whispered into her hair, his voice low, pained, and sincere. "I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I promise... I’ll never be so inconsiderate of your feelings again."

Elsa stiffened slightly at first in his embrace... but then, slowly, she relaxed into him.

A soft sigh escaped her lips.

For a moment, everything was still between them—the tension, the jealousy, the heartache—held in that fragile, tender embrace.

Then, Elsa’s lips curled upward.

Not into a sad smile, but into a slow, sultry, wicked smirk.

Before Liam could react, he felt one of her hands slipping lower, trailing boldly down his bare torso... until it cupped the growing hardness between his legs.

Liam stiffened slightly, a sharp breath escaping him as Elsa began to rub him through the fabric of his pants, her fingers slow, teasing, utterly deliberate.

"You know..." Elsa purred, her golden eyes flashing with mischief and hunger. "It’s not fair if only Eva gets to have fun..."

Her hand squeezed him lightly, and Liam’s breath hitched.

"We want to join too."

Liam’s eyes widened slightly at her words, heart pounding harder against his ribs.

’We?’ He thought, his brows raising in confusion.

Before he could even process what she meant, the door creaked open once more.

Another figure stepped into the room.

It was Lela.

She stood there in the doorway, her hair cascading down her shoulders, her eyes glinting with barely-hidden excitement.

There was a faint blush dusting her cheeks, but the way she looked at Liam made it clear—she wasn’t here to watch.

She was here to participate.

Liam blinked, genuinely surprised for a moment.

He hadn’t expected things to spiral quite like this.

But seeing Elsa’s wicked smirk and Lela’s eager, blushing face staring at him with barely restrained desire... he couldn’t help the chuckle that rumbled from his chest.

"Well, well..." he drawled, a teasing edge to his voice. "I thought you were a pair of good girls, I guess I’ll have to... teach you two a lesson."

His words made Elsa’s smirk deepen, her hand still lightly stroking him as if claiming him in her own way.

Lela, for her part, shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, but didn’t deny it—instead, she gave him a soft, sultry look that said more than words ever could.

Meanwhile, Eva sat on the bed, her mouth slightly agape, her pitch-black eyes wide with disbelief at the scene unfolding before her.

But strangely... there was no jealousy rising inside her.

Instead, a thrilling, forbidden heat began to coil in her stomach.

The idea of sharing Liam...

Of all of them being together, skin against skin, mouth against mouth...

It was exciting in a way she had never imagined.

Almost unconsciously, Eva squeezed her thighs together, trying—and failing—to contain the growing ache between them.

Her little sister was already leaking, and she found her arousal rapidly growing with each passing second.

Liam, noticing the way Eva stared, couldn’t help but grin.

Still teasing, he reached out, pulling Elsa closer with one hand, Lela with the other, holding the two beautiful girls against him.

He could feel their soft bodies pressed into his sides, the heat of their bare skin only separated by the thin fabrics they wore.

First, he tilted Elsa’s chin up and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

Elsa responded eagerly, her body melting into him, her fingers digging lightly into his shoulder as she kissed him back with all the pent-up longing she had been holding.

Liam then turned to Lela, who shyly looked up at him through her long lashes, her cheeks a rosy red.

He didn’t hesitate.

He leaned down and took her mouth with his own, savoring the sweet, shy whimper she gave in response.

Lela’s lips were softer, her kiss more tentative, more delicate—but no less passionate as she slowly melted against him, her hands fisting the fabric of his pants tightly.

His hands slowly drifted down their waist, cupping a generous amount of their buttocks.

Elsa’s figure was slender, but she still had a taut ass that fit firmly into his palm.

Lela on the other hand, was a lot more curvy and shapely, and his fingers dug deep into the doughy flesh of her asscheeks.

They moaned, feeling sparks course through their bodies from his touch alone.

All the while, Eva watched, her heart pounding against her ribs.

The sight of Liam kissing the two girls, touching them, dominating them—it was insanely arousing.

Her body shivered with want, the air feeling too thick, too hot around her.

The heat pooled between her legs, her panties dampening embarrassingly fast.

The thought of being taken alongside them... of feeling Liam’s hands, mouth, body, all while surrounded by others equally desperate for him...

It made her lightheaded with desire.

It was wrong.

It was sinful.

And yet...

She wanted it.

More than anything.