Welldark

I did not receive an answer. The shortness of my orgasm was contrasted starkly by the time they spent shivering from the aftershocks. To be multi-orgasmic, I could only imagine the blessing of such an aspect of the body. Although, were I asked if I would rather have that or maintain my privilege of being the acting party in any penetration, I’d retain the latter. To be the one whose bliss ebbed away first, typically speaking, did come with the privilege of watching them spasm from the pleasure I brought them.

Esther laid on her back, Aclysia on her stomach, face on the thigh of our Queen. Both were gazing off into the ether. The panting in the room calmed to steady, barely audible breaths. My spirit was willing me to move over there and take a handful of Esther’s tits. To knead and squish them, envelop my manhood in their abundant size. My body was telling me in flaccid terms that that wasn’t happening for at least a small while.

The women in the room did not have to fight with the same issue. It took a few minutes for their stamina to recover sufficiently. From my position off to the side, I witnessed the exact moment when Esther snapped out of her post-orgasmic trance. With a deep breath, she raised her head and took stock of the situation. She saw the half elf on her thigh first, still out of it. Then she saw me. For a wonderful few seconds, she saw just me. Not any of my features in particular, just me in my entirety. It was the dreamy look of a woman who was well and truly in love with me. I realized that and a hair raising, warm pulse travelled all over my skin.

The loving gaze gradually switched back into the analysis of the here and now. Her gaze fixated on my cock. She rolled on all fours and crawled over. Gently, she placed a kiss on the top of my flaccid shaft. “A splendid showing, Master,” she whispered.

The little sense of inadequacy I felt, against all reason, was extracted from my soul like poison by the antidote of her amber eyes. “You could make even the greatest egomaniac doubt if he deserved you,” I told her.

“Do not doubt, my Karitas, that I am your Esther,” her voice was even softer than usual. Her hands glided up and down the inside of my thigh. A touch as random as it was intimate. She placed another kiss on my skin, my midriff this time. One turned to six, giving each of my abs its individual token of appreciation. “May I entertain myself during your recovery?”

“You may,” I sighed and dropped deeper into the cushion. I loved her doting touches, I well and truly did. Regardless I needed some more time without anything stimulating my senses directly. ‘If only I had that damned pill,’ I grumbled in my mind. ‘Then again, a pause needed is a show received.’

The thought occurred simultaneously to Esther crawling away from me, her fantastic rear swaying. A switch on the prowl, she moved with grace and a hint of exhaustion. Once she turned Aclysia onto her back, I heard a displeased clicking of her tongue. “You have wasted my favourite meal, servant.”

The lady of my love positioned herself so I saw both her and Aclysia from the side. A wet spot stained the sheets where Aclysia had just been. At the centre of the pussy juices that had soaked into the cloth was a thicker and not quite as easily absorbed, whitish spot.

Graceful as a lady and shameless like a slut, Esther sucked the bit of my seed out of the sheet. It was as odd as it was erotic, to see her red lips pull on the white sheets. She savoured the taste for a moment, afterwards, then dragged her tongue from Aclysia’s taint all the way to the mound of her hairless pussy.

 “S-sorry, Mistress!” Aclysia moaned, as if she had just remembered how to talk. Her hips rose mildly from the mattress, pressing against Esther’s mouth, when agape lips met agape lips. Red to swollen pink, both pairs glistening. The tongue of the lady of my love advanced into our submissive. A lustful exhale left Esther’s nose. With newfound energy, she lifted Aclysia’s thighs onto her shoulders.

It hid most of the action from me, but the sounds Aclysia produced were enough for me to imagine the vigour with which Esther scooped my cum out of the half elf’s cunt. Eyes closed, Aclysia writhed. Esther was learning quickly how to use her tongue on her own sex and even the lengthy pause had failed to let Aclysia calm down entirely.

Animated cries soon filled the room again. Aclysia’s flat belly moved in subtle waves, matching the wet sounds between her legs. “Ah!” a short lived, high pitched shout accompanied a little smack to the side of her fat ass.

Esther suddenly let the smooth, thick thighs slide off her shoulders. Swiftly, she climbed on top of our submissive servant and pressed a demanding kiss on Aclysia’s lips. The lust made the blood rush hot and fast through their veins, evident by the renewed passion with which Aclysia responded to the aggressive attack of Esther’s tongue.

“Delishiousshh,” Aclysia slurred between kisses. She could only have talked about the mixture of Esther’s saliva, my cum, and her own pussy juices. Muffled moans followed and my eyes were naturally drawn to their lower bodies. Esther joined the rhythmic motions of Aclysia’s lower body. Pussies glided wetly over the surface of their partner’s thigh. Desperate for something, anything, to stimulate their cunts, they grinded against each other. Fingers soon joined in, stimulating the clit of their partner.

The kiss grew ever more passionate. The pace increased. Eyes grew glassy. They weren’t looking at anything at all, blinked lazily, if their eyelids did more than flutter. Esther’s tits nearly completely hid the petite chest of Aclysia under their size. Aclysia clawed at the bubble butt of her Queen. Her hips shot up. Her scream was muffled. Esther increased her pace further, joining the half elf in orgasm swiftly.

Spasms broke the kiss. Esther tilted her head back, a relaxed, blissful expression replacing the tenseness of impending release. Quiet, rhythmless gasps were formed by her perfect lips. Aclysia trembled underneath, her sweaty curves shifting as much as they could. The leg Esther rode straightened, showing glistening, sticky proof of the act.

They remained a trembling image for the gods. No, not even gods would be privy to this. They remained a trembling image of beauty for me. My gorgeous haremettes, united in bliss. Where the trembling ended, the craving continued. Desire remained unsated.

Aclysia latched onto Esther’s tit. A sharp moan closely followed, when the submissive’s sucking turned into a pulling bite. “What rare autonomy, cheeky Aclysia,” Esther hummed, after her nipple was released. “Autonomy that I did not approve.”

“Do I deserve a punishment?” Aclysia blinked with feigned innocence.

Shaking her head, a smile on her lips, Esther swung her shapely legs off to the side. Swiftly, she straddled the head of the maidly half elf. With rapt attention, Aclysia stared at the cunt. It was the last I saw of her, before Esther said, “You deserve to serve,” and lowered her perfect ass.

A low moan swiftly followed. Aclysia’s finely curved chin pointed out between Esther’s thighs, gently moving while her lips opened and closed. Motions in tandem with the slurping sounds that inevitably accompanied any heated worship of the pretty pink flower between a lady’s legs. Aclysia reached up, grabbing the ass burying her face to press her mouth even deeper inside.

“So many doubts dispersed.” Esther’s head tilted loosely, rolled around until her half-closed eyes met mine. “A great boon that -mhm- she decided she wanted you, my Karitas. A ready target for your maid fetish. A great promise that sharing you perhaps…” A high pitched moan interrupted her careful, silky words. Casually, the lady of my love reached down and pinched Aclysia’s nipple. She pulled, the servant’s shout was muffled, and Esther smiled dreamily. “…won’t be that bad.”

“She’s so much more than a target for my maid fetish,” I responded.

Esther just nodded, her eyes closing further, until there was only a slither. The soft glow of her amber eyes remained clearly visible, dancing left to right without rhyme or reason. Her belly moved in graceful waves, dictating the rhythm at which the half elf served. Her breathing paused, then resumed, repeatedly. Large breasts trembled with each excited shiver. Lips moved between a smile and wide agape. The moans were quiet, until a deep one accompanied a visible tremor from top to bottom.

It was enough to make her breasts truly jiggle. For her hair to fly and her straight posture to sway threateningly. It was enough for her to clench her eyes shut, then relax the lids again. It was enough for me to feel the first bits of blood rush back to my manhood. I felt it grow slightly, but it was not hard and I was enraptured by the scene anyway.

Halfway through her orgasm, Esther finally let go of Aclysia’s nipple. Her hands instead glided over her own curves, up to her throat, where she squeezed. Even on top, the lady of my love chased the pains she had grown appreciative of. A second surge of bliss made her squishy bits bounce. The asphyxiation, weak as it must have been compared to what I could do to her, intensified her bliss.

Esther fell forwards. For a moment I thought she had lost her balance. If that was the case, she effortlessly played over it. Her head vanished between Aclysia’s thick thighs and soon the sounds of oral pleasure echoed from two different locations.

My two haremettes licked and kissed each other’s sex. Any inexperience was already overpowered by sheer need and the accumulated events up to this point. They moaned and writhed. Simultaneously their bodies attempted to showcase the pleasure, and their wills refused to pull away from the source.

Aclysia continued to dig into Esther’s backside. The lady of my love only held onto the smooth leg of her partner with one hand. The other rubbed the nub of Aclysia’s clit steadily, while her tongue was inside. Then the positions switched, two fingers curving into the agape hole and the point of the tongue circling the exposed button.

When she got close, Esther pulled back and almost entirely stopped. Her fingers were dancing in trembling circles. Not a single sound of protest came from the half elf. She knew and revelled in her place at the bottom. Laps accelerated and soon Esther gasped aloud from another orgasm. The trembles took hold of her. Fixed her gaze on the ceiling.

Perhaps she would have dove back between Aclysia’s legs, had my hands not wrapped around her throat at that moment. Esther went rigid. Her spasming folds gushed, pleasuring turning into bliss on her face. Her teeth clenched and she grunted like an animal in heat. My cock pulsed back to full hardness. A pale hand angled my cock towards those drenched folds. As I pushed inside, Aclysia kissed my nearly empty sack.

Esther’s folds greeted my member with a lover’s hug – tight and unwilling to let go. The sensation was dulled compared to the earlier stimulation. Through no fault of anyone in the room, it was the logical conclusion of cumming three times in relatively quick succession before. What pleasure my taxed nerves could not currently relay to me, my mind granted me.

The satisfaction of dominance burned inside me red hot. A synergistic craving, a fulfilment for me and my Queen. One thrust and I dragged her down from her high to below me. Her ass rippled. Her spine arched. I loosened my grip on her throat and finally let her scream. Long and hard thrusts made her entire body sway.

My mind was empty. There was only the moment. I was entranced by the shape of her back. My vision was blurry, the scars blending into her otherwise flawless skin. Only the pair of ugly red marks by the shoulderblades remained. Hideous they were and even they could not distract from the beauty of my lady’s trembling curves.

Was it seconds that passed or minutes? I could not say. I pounded Esther relentlessly. At some point I grabbed one of her arms and pulled until she twisted her torso. Her hanging breasts swayed back and forth. Underneath, Aclysia kept desperately lapping at our joined sexes.

“Oooo-o-o-o-o-hhhhhh, y-y-y-y-yeeeee-e-e-eesssss!” Esther cried over the echoes of each heavy impact on her bubble butt. Her eyes rolled up, her tongue lolled out. The panting reached a feverish pitch and then her pussy juice surged. Clear liquid sprayed everywhere. I kept worsening it, my hips moving back and forth, as unbothered by this tightening of her drenched insides as the previous couple of times. I vaguely knew what was happening. I revelled in it. I wanted more.

At the height of her climax, I pulled out of Esther, changed the angle of my cock, and slammed into Aclysia’s throat instead. The orgasmic oral opening of the orderly servant reverberated around my manhood. While Esther’s last bits of gushing juices ran down her face, the half elf took a rough face fucking. To slip so effortlessly from one woman into another, was that not the dream of every threesome?

“Turn around,” I ordered. Esther did not hear me. I smacked her ass.

She snapped back to reality.“Yessss, Master?”

“Turn – around,” I repeated, almost growling. My order was followed immediately this time. Esther’s face hovered a couple of centimetres above where I was abusing Aclysia’s throat. The lady of my love kissed the bulging neck. She licked heatedly up and down. Stared up at me with a craving so deep and absolute it could never be completely sated. “Finger her.”

Aclysia screamed when Esther’s digits sunk once again into her agape cunt. Already writhing, the white-haired woman soon began to spasm. Her hips shot up and perhaps she would have squirted another time as well. Much like my own, her body only had so much to give.

I switched from Aclysia’s mouth to Esther’s. The lady of my love greeted me with the greatest fervour yet. I barely had stuck my cock in her face, when she was halfway down its length. She bobbed up and down, her throat tightening occasionally from the suppressed gag reflex. I let her do as she pleased, then pulled back, filled Aclysia’s throat up again, only to return to Esther’s heated service at some point. Back and forth, ever enjoying the heat of their lips and the gradual increase in my bliss.

‘We are nearing the end.’ They were the first words that popped into my head in a while and I immediately moved. I circled around. I grabbed Esther’s hand and gently removed it from Aclysia’s cunt. Then I nudged my first submissive into proper position. Two agape cunts were next to each other. I brushed over both with one motion, and watched the delicious jiggle of their swollen mounds. That was as much foreplay as I had patience for at this stage.

My cock slipped between their tightly pressed cunts. I groaned, as I slipped further up to their midriffs. I enjoyed that sensation, that rush of dreams coming true. A few thrusts let me taste their smooth skin, slippery by sweat and overflowing love. Then, I penetrated Esther.

The lady of my love gasped. She screamed. I rutted inside her like a lion taking what was rightfully his. I did all that I had done to her before. I pulled her hair, grabbed her throat, smacked her ass and fucked her until she could barely even moan.

A swift exit. A tug on her hips. Understanding was quiet and clear. The two rolled over together, Aclysia now on top. An immediate spank was her reward. Aclysia screamed, “Master!” and curved her ass up for better use. I pressed her back down, refusing to have any other sensations than their pussies rubbing together as I pounded either of them.

I bowed over Aclysia, while filling out her tunnel. Her head curved upwards. Another matter I corrected. I pushed her down to Esther, until the upper lips met as intimately as the lower ones. Their combined, muffled gasps were the purest symphony. Aclysia’s body swayed back and forth, slipping the sensitive surface of her hairless cunt over Esther’s.

Their kiss broke, when I suddenly slammed back into Esther. I switched back and forth rapidly. My excitement rapidly ascended. All of my senses were drunk on their reactions. Their writhing, their moans, the perfume of sweat and pheromones – all of it caused by the repeated hammering of my submissives’ holes.

All of the energy was gradually drained from my body. I laid my chest on Aclysia’s back. Her warm, smooth, sticky body was between me and Esther. The only part of me that could still move were my hips. Back and forth, steadily filling Esther’s cunt. Legs closed around my hips. Who they belonged to, I could not say. My eyes only beheld the ecstatic stare of both of the women. Of my women. My haremettes. My Anomalia members. Mine.

I came inside my submissive.

I plunged into Esther one more time. What I had left to give, I emptied inside her. All was moans and gasps, exhausted vocalizations of bodies wrecked by bliss far beyond the reasonable. Each spurt was an eternity to me. An eternity spent in the absolute satisfaction of certainty. I had done everything and more that could be expected of me.

Rapidly, my cock went limp. My heartbeat was a torrent of drums. I rolled off the pile of bodies we were. With their last energy, Aclysia and Esther laid their heads on my shoulders. We beheld each other. Our bodies were stained completely by the excess of our lovemaking. We were in desperate need of a shower. We were in even more desperate need of a rest.

And sleep came too easily for me to ignore.