Earth's SSS Pornstar to SSS Combat God in Another World-Chapter 67: Love Born from Hedonism (R-18) (Double Chapter)
Lena worked over Joji’s back with relentless focus, kneading and pounding each muscle, even using his own elbow to press deeper where her hands could not, preparing his body as though he were about to step into the ring for a fight.
"I do not care if you want my mouth, my ass, or pound my pussy senseless. My only purpose here is to make you feel good," Lena said.
She was itching for the reward from her system.
Lena dragged Daisy and the Lady of the Swamp forward to begin the stretches, forcing them through pigeon poses, butterfly stretches, and cobra stretches.
The two women, who were not from Earth, were quite confused but Lena insisted it was for their own sake.
"All we’re missing is a camera to start rolling," Lena joked.
Joji rolled his eyes, used to her humor.
"I’ll prep the witch," Lena directed. "You take Daisy."
Joji gave a nod. Daisy needed no instruction, she was already accustomed to the act and spread her pussy open.
He pressed his lips against her pussy for a few gentle kisses before he began to suck.
Daisy clutched the sheets and bit her lip, her toes already curling.
The Lady of the Swamp watched the display like a rapt spectator. She spread her legs wide, mimicking Daisy’s posture as she tried to open her pussy for them.
Lena licked her lips, gratified to be the first to taste such fine pussy.
She then suddenly buried her tongue deep, lapping at the witch’s heat with rhythmic, hungry strokes.
She used her thumbs to pull the folds wide, exposing the sensitive nub of the clitoris.
Each flick of her tongue sent a new jolt through the witch, who arched her back against the sheets.
Daisy watched the display and gulped, a sudden hunger for Lena stirring within her.
They were to be co-wives, bound to the same man.
In the absence of a husband, the books said women like them found ways to pleasure one another.
As she watched Lena work, Daisy imagined herself in that dominant role, her blood catching fire at the thought of all she could do.
Joji, can you give me a kiss?" she asked, wanting to vent her heat.
Joji gave Daisy a passionate kiss, slowing his movement in and out of her slippery slit.
As their tongues tangled, Joji’s fingers found a smooth stone rod the size of a pinky.
He circled the stone dildo slowly around Daisy’s asshole before prodding the hole with care.
The sudden, cold bite of the stone sent a shiver racing through her.
The witch was reeling from the skill of Lena’s tongue, her body on the verge of a total release.
She did not yet understand Lena’s intent.
Lena sought to break her co-stars back on Earth with bliss, shattering them until they craved her touch more than any man’s heat.
Using her aura just as Joji had, Lena’s fingers began to hum, the vibration turning into a violent tremor.
Targeting the witch’s glans and vaginal opening, Lena drove her trembling fingers home in a hard, steady prod.
The witch’s mind shattered, her eyes rolled back into a white void, and her legs locked tight as her body finally gushed.
"Allow me to rest," the witch begged.
Lena didn’t listen. She pinched the witch’s glans, her vibrating hands forcing the spray to continue until the woman lost control of her bladder.
A hot stream of clear piss arced out, soaking the floor beyond the bed.
Lena fixed Daisy with a look that promised to devour her.
Already teetering on the edge of release from Joji’s steady rhythm, Daisy began to tremble, her heart hammering against her ribs as if it meant to break free.
Joji’s smile lingered as he watched Lena, but it died the moment his eyes met Daisy’s. His expression turned like stone.
"Daisy. Climax now, and I won’t touch you for a month," Joji berated.
Daisy winced at the threat, pinching her sides to ground herself, her body half-protesting and half-craving the punishment.
"I told him it all, Daisy. Everything you whispered at the academy," Lena hissed, her tongue tracing Daisy’s lips.
"How you longed to be his little whore, the first to kneel at his bedside."
"How you craved to be soiled inside every day of your life, breeding like a pig until you’d given him twenty sons. You’re disgusting."
Lena’s voice was cold, playing her part to perfection.
This was the very thing Daisy craved, it was as if the world had bent itself to provide the exact tormentors she required.
Daisy ground her teeth in a fever of excitement, her insides clenching tight as a vice. Joji felt the frantic heat of her.
At a tap from Lena’s hand on his leg, Joji and Daisy switched sides. Daisy was now on top, with Joji lying on his back beneath her.
Joji pulled Daisy by the shoulders and adjusted her hips, exposing her bare asshole.
Jammed inside were three stone dildos, each still no thicker than a pinky, packed tight against one another.
Lena manipulated the stone rods with a cold, medicinal detachment that denied Daisy any spark of pleasure.
Seeing that her actions yielded nothing, a wild grin spread across Lena’s face, her sadistic nature in full bloom.
Joji’s feet found Lena’s leg, a warning tap.
The concern in Joji’s eyes for Daisy made Lena hesitate, stalling the urge to force her fist into the woman’s ass.
Lena was not finished with her fun, but she knew the rules of the game.
Joji would not drive his forearm-thick member into Daisy’s ass without easing the way first.
Digging into her large sack of toys, Lena fastened a six-inch strap-on.
It was a mere toy compared to the massive length Daisy was currently hosting in her pussy, a feat the heiress now handled like a veteran.
Lena spat on the stone dildo and positioned it at Daisy’s ass.
Joji eased his rhythm, his teeth grazing her nipples to distract her from the coming intrusion.
When the stone slid home, Daisy gasped, caught between the two of them as Joji’s member drove deeper in sync.
They began a slow grind.
At a signal, Lena thrust past the halfway mark, and Joji matched her stroke for stroke, their speed mounting.
Daisy’s head shook wildly, the tingling in her brain returned, and her mouth hung open as she lost all sense of herself.
Then, both Lena and Joji went all in.
Tears leaked from Daisy’s eyes as the pleasure shattered her. She had craved this, the unmaking of her thoughts, and Joji proved terribly skilled at giving it to her.
Joji slid his arms under Daisy, locking his hands behind her head as he bounced her up, their flesh slapping hard.
Daisy could not resist. There was not even the faintest trace of pain left for her to hold on to.
She sprayed Joji’s abdomen, but he didn’t stop. Lena panted, struggling to match his intensity.
Edged to the limit, Joji finally released his thick cum deep within her. Daisy held Joji tight, her womb wanting to take every drop.
Even if she could not have his child today, she would let her body learn the feel of being bred.
Lena pulled the stone dildo free and leaned in, licking the spot where the lovers were still joined.
Joji lowered Daisy’s back onto the bed. She had reached her peak at least a dozen times, her pussy still clenching around him as if she couldn’t let go on her own.
The masochist in Daisy was gone, replaced by a woman who wanted nothing more than to satisfy her man.
Daisy lay limp, her muscles so exhausted she couldn’t even clench her fists.
She finally closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift into a dead faint.
"Was she that good?" Lena asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
"I have never seen a woman like her," Joji admitted.
Lena shifted, her usual sadistic edge softening into something smaller, almost shy.
She had experienced enough hardcore pounding back on Earth.
Now, she wanted something different. It felt silly, even to her, but she needed to try.
"Joji, can you treat me like a lover? Not like Daisy... but like back on Earth. I want to feel it."\
Joji could feel that Lena was truly developing deeper feelings for him, and he decided to reciprocate.
He didn’t go for Lena’s pussy right away.
Instead, he buried his face in her neck, breathing her in as if she were the most fragrant thing in the world.
He kissed her, not with hungry force, but with a slow, lingering savor of her lips.
Then he nibbled her ear and whispered sweet nothings.
Lena had never felt anything like this.
Her heart trembled, and though she tried to stop it, she realized she was falling too fast.
Her body craved this tenderness.
Joji then massaged her penis on Lena’s opening, there was no complex foreplay this time, just a couple wanted to be relieved, Lena winched, still remembering how painful it was, but she remembered the light pink smoke made all the pain go away while only pleasured.
Lena stained the sheet red as Joji entered her slowly.
Even with his gentle pace, one of her eyes went lazy from the sheer scale of him.
He wasn’t just large in this life, he was monstrous. She felt herself being pried open despite his sweet caresses, jolts of pleasure wracking her skull.
As he buried himself to the hilt, she watched in a daze as her own abdomen distended to accommodate him.
The overwhelming stimulation made her lose control, a small amount of pee escaping, yet Joji only looked at her affectionately with no trace of mockery.
They began their passionate throes in a missionary position, Joji moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm while Lena clung to him, her face tucked against his.
Joji could feel the rhythmic tremors starting deep within her, her insides clenching his length as she neared climax.
He eased his pace, refusing to rush her.
With a smooth, powerful motion, he hoisted her up, her thighs anchoring around his hips as he pressed her back against the cool surface of the wall.
He held her there, suspended and vulnerable, his gaze never leaving hers.
Joji drew himself out slowly until more than half his girth was exposed, then he drove back in fast.
Lena’s head snapped back, her throat bared to the ceiling as her mouth fell open.
She gripped him as if she were drowning. Even as he claimed her body, Joji’s mouth remained soft and seeking against hers.
Every man on Earth who had dated her treated it like a porn shoot.
They all wanted her to go hard and give them an unforgettable experience.
But they never stopped to ask what she wanted.
Lena had never experienced this before, she felt respected and loved.
Now, she finally understood what she had been looking for all along.
With those thoughts swirling in her head, she let go.
She didn’t squeeze Joji to heighten his pleasure, she simply became herself, letting her fluids release.
In that moment, she knew, there is no coming back from this. She was already addicted to the feeling, and she didn’t want it to stop.
A quarter of an hour later, they moved back to the bed. Lena raised her legs as Joji pressed balls deep with everything he had.
Lena pulled the thick blanket tight, shivering as her body cooled.
She was terrified by how much she loved Joji. It was a feeling so deep it made her doubt her own mind.
She used the clarity after their release to face the truth.
On Earth, she might have fought for him, but she had been raised in this world since she was an infant.
She wasn’t a fool. She knew that in Primeria, Joji belonged to more than just her.
Her mind was now spinning, calculating how to gain exactly what she wanted without standing in the way of the other women.
Joji didn’t mind being romantic, but he was built for more.
By the time he retired from his career as a porn actor at sixty-five, he had over twenty thousand scenes to his name.
These weren’t random clips made on a whim, they were all professionally shot productions.
A world record that reflected a lifetime of work.
Even with that staggering workload, he had a girlfriend back on Earth whose brains he fucked out on a daily basis.
There was a darkness in him, a quiet brand of sadism that had nothing to do with blood or bone.
He hungered for the undoing of a woman’s dignity for his eyes alone. It was like a secret gallery only he could view and remember.
He lived to watch a proud face twist and shatter, melting into a mask of pure, shameful ecstasy that would never see the light of day.
To Joji, the true victory wasn’t just the act itself, but the sight of a woman losing herself completely to the pleasure he brought, leaving nothing behind but the raw, honest reaction to his touch.
When Joji saw the witch stir, he moved over her immediately.
Her smile was composed and relaxed, almost inviting, so he didn’t bother with a slow start.
Since the pink smoke had banished the pain, he drove straight in, fast and hard.
Her legs snapped upward, toes curling in shock, but Joji was merciless.
He used every bit of his grit, thrusting with a heavy, rhythmic force that shoved deep into her again and again.
Caught off guard by the sudden violence of the pleasure, the Witch began to spray, her body leaking as Joji pounded his shape into her.
The witch, untouched by any man until now, bled across the sheets, but Joji didn’t care.
He wanted to go all out, certain that her magical body could endure his hardest pounding.
He increased his speed, even tapping into his aura to hasten his pace to a blur.
He rammed into her with a frantic, primal energy, the force making her flesh jiggle with every impact.
Her composure shattered completely.
She clung to him with desperate strength, her arms locking around his neck while her legs clamped tightly around his hips to anchor herself against the storm.
This only fueled Joji’s excitement. He let himself go, coming deep inside the witch before standing up abruptly.
She clung to him, their bodies still locked together as he paused to drink some water.
Then, he began ramming her against the wall with animalistic fervor.
With every impact, the tremors traveled all the way up to her abdomen.
She felt weightless as his power seemed to lift her off the ground.
Seeing the witch’s skin turn a deep crimson and feeling her walls clamp down on him in a desperate hold, Joji stalled his own release until they both shattered together in a final, synchronized climax.
They shivered together in the wake of the climax. Joji stayed deep, stirring her insides until her legs began to shake.
He was marking her from the inside out, turning her into a vessel for his own bottomless hunger. The witch could only cling to him, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
As they locked eyes, the Witch leaned in for a soft, tentative kiss. It was her plea for affection, a maiden’s hope for a love she had never tasted in all her hundreds of years.
Joji saw that hunger for something she didn’t yet understand.
He knew that if she grew to prefer slow, romantic sex, he would never be able to go all out again.
To prevent that, he kissed her the way he liked it, prying her mouth open and sucking hard.
The witch felt the depth of his extreme desire and surrendered completely.
Joji bit every inch of her pale skin, marking her with red and purple bruises.
He wanted her to be his. He didn’t care if she was five hundred years old or ten thousand. With this new body that knew no fatigue, she was the only one who could truly empty him out.
They changed places, exchanging a desperate passion of the lips as Joji hoisted her legs up onto his shoulders.
He began pounding her with a newfound intensity, the force so great that even Daisy and Lena were roused as the entire king-sized bed shook beneath them.
They watched in silent awe as the witch pursed her lips and squeezed her eyes shut, her body being used by a man who knew no limits.
The sound of their flesh smashing together filled the room with a fast, thundering clap. Then, it happened again.
A crimson flush raced across her skin like a warning flare. The witch was nearing her limit again.
Joji did not relent, driving into her until her eyes went glassy and wet.
In a daze of agonizing ecstasy, paralyzed by the very pink mist she had conjured. A magic that had turned into her own beautiful ruin.
Joji didn’t stop. They switched positions again, and this time he brought her to the mirror, lifting the witch by the waist as if she weighed nothing.
Despite being six feet tall, she was treated like a sex doll, completely powerless against his strength.
After two hours and a dozen climaxes, they still hadn’t separated.
As Joji pressed over her, he saw that she had changed completely.
Her form was that of a goddess. Perfect hips and long, slender legs that looked like Aphrodite herself had taken shape in his arms.
Despite his roughness, she felt no resentment.
She didn’t even realize her curse had been lifted, she only felt the lightness in her soul.
She leaned in and kissed Joji with a sweet, profound affection that mirrored her new, goddess-like form.
"Master was right all along," she whispered sweetly, her hand reaching up to tenderly brush Joji’s cheek.
