Welldark

“The pill Willt made,” I grumbled and received a pair of surprised giggles in response. It must have been the post-nut clarity that made me prioritize making a stupid joke over the obvious next order. “Strip and stand next to each other.”

“Thank you for the opportunity, Master,” Aclysia purred.

Esther got up and stripped out of her pants in the same motion. That was all she needed to remove. As greedily as I devoured her curves, our attention primarily lay with the new addition. Knowing that she was being watched, Aclysia put on a show.

Not a show of the dancing kind, although she doubtlessly was capable of that. Rather, it was a show of her grace. One button after the other, she orderly opened her shirt. Swiftly, she folded it and placed it on the floor. Her skirt was next, easily taken off after loosening the zipper hidden by a button and the pleat.

Aclysia bowed down without bending her knees, to place down the folded skirt. While still bowed, she unhooked her bra at the back, and placed it atop her shirt. When she straightened up, I got a fantastic view of her almost naked body.

The paleness of her skin was universal. White as a paper sheet, her bottom heavy curves were on display. Just how much of a pear shaped gorgeous being she was became apparent with all true obstacles to seeing her removed. Her hips swung outwards almost disproportionally, giving space to a doubtlessly fantastic ass that I would see in all its glory as soon as I got up. For now, I feasted my gaze on her thighs, wonderfully thick, and the absolutely drenched white panties between them. Above them was the garter belt, holding up the stockings that so seductively enveloped her long legs.

Aclysia reached for her stockings and shot me a questioning gaze. Only when I did not say anything, did she disconnect the garter belt. The stockings stayed up regardless, clinging to her squishy, wide thighs, until she loosened and discarded them, then the garter belt itself. Finally, she stretched her panties and again without bending her knees whatsoever, pushed them all the way to the floor.

The soaked underwear was the last item to be placed on the neatly folded pile. Aclysia stood, naked and flushed with excitement, before me. There was not a single hair to her below the eyebrows. No blemishes, no birthmarks, no bruises, just pale skin from top to bottom, tinged red by the fading daylight that fell in through the closed curtains. Notably pink were her excited nethers and the erect crowns of her petite breasts. Slender fingers folded in front of her lower abdomen.

Aclysia took a slight bow. “I hope this servant’s naked form excites you, Master,” she cooed.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” I responded and stood up. “Isn’t she, Esther?”

“I’ve been thinking the same thing this past week,” Esther confirmed for me.

Clicking my tongue, I delivered a swift and loud smack to the bottom of my first submissive, Esther cried out loud in surprise and lust. Standing behind her, I cupped one breast and plunged a finger into her cunt. The hairless sex let two of my digits invade her gleefully. Pussy juices lubricated each pump in and out of her. The sting from the smack must have still been around and I added a bit of more of the spice of pain to it by twisting her left nipple ever so slowly.

“Don’t remind me of what I missed,” I whispered in her ear. “It’s bad manners.”

“I wanted to… express my…” Esther gasped and softly shook her head. “You’re right… Master… I’m sooorrr… sorry, Master!” She came just as she yelled my title. Leaning against me for support, Esther gasped for air. Her groin grinded against my hand. Fingers kept moving rapidly in and out of her, giving her a release for the lust that had accumulated over the blowjob.

“Good girl,” I whispered in her ear. I wanted to further and further deepen her mind’s association with those two words and pleasure, until growing wet at them became the most common response. With her natural proclivities, that was among the easiest aspects of driving her deeper into the role of a submissive.

“Thank you, my Karitas.” Esther exhaled sweetly and held onto my arm. Less for support and more to squeeze my muscles. “May I touch Aclysia now?”

“You’re very impatient,” I noted, amused enough to fall out of my dom voice. “Let it be known, though, that I shall not blame you for craving this wonderful half elf. For now, greedy Queen, she is mine. You will resolve to stand here and watch until I tell you otherwise.” I pulled her head back by her hair and returned to my deep, dangerous tone. “Or do you want to be defiant?”

“Your lead makes me feel good.” Esther spoke loudly, clearly and with a lewd smile on her face. “I will obey.”

“That’s right, you know your place,” I hummed. ‘God I love how submissive she can get,’ I thought and let go of Esther to give the new arrival all the attention she deserved.

Aclysia had been watching us, biting her lower lip the entire time. Fresh wetness made the inside of her thighs glisten, spread between them from her constant, wanton wiggling. Already behind them, I finally got a good view of that ass.

It was a bubble butt befitting those wide hips. The sheer size of her cheeks created creases that served as beautiful underlines of the magnificence I now called mine. I took a handful with the same certainty a gardener felt when grabbing a shovel.

Her ass was bigger than Esther’s, by a notable but not immense margin. For as much as that made her butt jigglier in both appearance and sensation, it strayed it just a bit from perfection. Not that I minded. There was so much to dig into, so much to ripple from and under my greedy grasps. Aclysia let out a low hum and pushed her butt out for me to play with it more. The core became firm as the muscles went taut, the layer of fat above stayed nice and squishy.

I felt something hard, while I explored the valley between her cheeks. “Naughty girl,” I cooed and played with the round base of the toy that sealed her backdoor. There had been no opportunity to put it in since we left the house. “The entire time, hm?”

“I had absolute certainty in your victory,” Aclysia whispered. “You are my one and only worthy Master, after all.”

My cock sprung back to full hardness at the sound of those words. I had planned for them to give me a demonstration of their activities during my absence first, but now my libido was inflamed. I ran my hands up her slender sides, until I arrived under her armpits. One hand then travelled forwards, cupping petite breasts. They easily fit in my hands, which was pleasing in a different way compared to Esther’s enormous tits.

The other hand went over her midriff. There was barely any definition to her. Not for a lack of strength, as I very well knew, she was just built lithely, like a dancer. I reached all the way down to her smooth thighs and gave them a squeeze. Firmer than her butt, yet still a flawless fusion of fat and muscle.

All of her body, all of her little gestures, made my blood boil with the need to fill her. I reached between her legs and felt the sheer dripping need around my fingers. “You love serving,” I commented on the obvious. “You’re an absolute submissive. All your life you have been fantasizing about your one worthy Master claiming you.”

“U-hu,” Aclysia moaned her confirmation. Her butt rubbed against my erection, hotdogging the girthy shaft between her big bouncy buns. “I offer all I have to you.”

“You can’t offer what you already surrendered.” I stopped playing with her pussy and raised my hand to her mouth instead. Normally, I would have kept playing with a woman’s mouth until she was far down the blowjob training. The erogenous zone changed that. I pushed two fingers deep into her eagerly opened mouth. Aimlessly, I rubbed the base of her tongue. A good choice, as her slurred cries testified.

I fingered both holes at once. In and out, finding her weak spots while smearing precum over her rear. Her ass was so incredibly hot. Its roundness yielded to my firm muscles, then bounced right back into shape.

“Please let me touch her,” Esther whined from the side. I had never heard her quite that desperate before. “I beg you, teasing Karitas.”

With a malicious smirk and a shake of my head, I denied her. Matter of fact, I made it even worse for her by turning Aclysia so they faced each other. Esther had to watch, while I brought Aclysia to completion. Good girl that she was, the lady of my love did not touch herself at all, no matter how much she quivered in need.

Aclysia sucked on my fingers, muffling her orgasmic cries. Upper and lower lips clenched around my digits. She trembled and drooled, soaking my hand with her overflowing juices. All while staring straight in Esther’s eyes. That she was being watched only made the third orgasm of the maid all the more intense..

“How ready does she look to you, Esther?” I asked, resting my chin on Aclysia’s trembling shoulder.

“Exceedingly ready,” my Queen summarized her thoughts, voice dripping with need like Aclysia’s chin was dripping drool. I moved my hand down and softly held the maid by the throat. A test of her reaction as much as a signal for her to keep quiet. Her folds clenched around my fingers in response to the soft pressure.

“Kneel against the wall,” I ordered the raven haired woman. Our gazes crossed and her need was replaced with anticipating agreement. Turning around, Esther strutted away from us. My mood was almost soured by the sight of her scar. What counteracted the hideous sight was the nonchalance with which she moved. Had she overcome her issue at least in our presence? Was she just too horny to care? Either worked for me.

Esther got comfortable at the edge of the room, by a wall that had no windows. She didn’t wait there for long, as I nudged Aclysia into movement. Back towards me, I pinned her against the wall above the lady of my love. I angled my cock between her thighs, thrust between them and felt the slippery smoothness of her skin envelop me. Past her were Esther’s lips, greeting me with a long lick.

“This is the best I can think of for Esther and me deflowering you at the same time,” I whispered in Aclysia’s pointy ear, speaking softly to cut through the thick mood of dominance and submission. “Does this position suit you?”

“Yes, Karitas,” the maid responded, as a virgin about to be penetrated for the first time. We both understood that there could be complications, if we were not careful or proper about this.

“If it hurts at any point, you must tell me immediately. Understood?” She nodded, but I continued anyway, combing through her hair as I talked. “Even if you’re feeling a bit uncomfortable, you have to tell me. There’s nothing more important than you enjoying this.”

“I understand,” Aclysia assured me. Her eyes betrayed that she was too eager to hear further assurances. What she wanted, more than my tenderness, was for me to claim her. Sometimes, women just wanted to get railed.

I pulled back and aligned my cock properly. “Esther, you may now touch her,” I allowed her and pressed the engorged tip of my sizable cock against the swollen labia. My hands around Aclysia’s waist were quickly joined by Esther’s around her hips. The lady of my love was, in one lick, caressing both my cock and Aclysia’s doubtlessly exposed clit.

The maid moaned softly, shaking her butt to entice me to finally push inside her. Carefully, I did. Hot, wet walls pushed some of the blood out of the engorged head of my cock with their tightness. The rest of my cock was too hard to be affected. Deeper and deeper, I slid inside, the fluids coating our sexes mixing.

“So big,” Aclysia gasped, her hands clenching into fists - only to then relax back into flat palms and sprawled out fingers. Her insides twitched in accordance with the motion. Walls shifted around my shaft. Folds clenched, rubbing along the length, and made me groan when I bottomed out inside her.

Aclysia quivered all over. The only sound that filled the room was Esther’s tongue lapping at our joined sexes. “Are you good?” I asked the maid, who glanced over her shoulder in raw need. I did not make her waste time on forming words and instead slowly pulled out. As I pushed back in, my voice was strained by the sensation. “Did you train for this too?”

“No, Master!” Aclysia cried. “I could not have trained for this… your hot cock… mistress’ lips on my -Ah!- clit…. It’s so much more than I could’ve… prepared... foooor!”

I plunged into her hard enough to create a clapping sound. Rippling, her ass cushioned the thrust in a display of raw eroticism. Chest pressed against the wall, spine curved to display herself, her backside was more enticing than ever. Pale white cheeks of a bubble butt, their heart shape framed by my pistoning hips and Esther’s hands. Aclysia swayed her rump left to right, her delicious thighs trembling with each shift of her weight.

“Oh, you’re just asking to be trained into a real sex slave, aren’t you?” the words slipped out of me as I picked up the pace. Soon every thrust sent that butt into a jiggle. Like jelly on a trembling table, it was in constant movement, ever attempting to resume its wonderful, round heart shape and getting distorted again before it could get there.

Esther made it so much worse, so much better, by sliding her hands down and digging deep into the backside. She spread the thick spheres and let me see exactly what I was doing while pounding her. The light pink colour of Aclysia’s insides stood out intensely against her snow white skin. Each time I pulled out, the outer folds clung to my shaft, only relenting when they physically had to.

“A perverted sex servant,” I continued the dirty talk. Visibly, her pussy twitched, tightening around me. “That’s what you want to be. You don’t even try to hide it. You don’t even care to hide it, my beloved maid, because that’s just who you are.”

“Yes, Master!” Aclysia cried out.

I pushed all the way inside her and remained there. I groaned into her ear, letting her know just how good her insides felt to me. Through the hotness of her shifting walls, I felt the pressure of Esther’s kisses on Aclysia’s abdomen. The lady of my love was doing her best to worship my cock even as I was burred inside another woman. Just another aspect of how blessed I was to have two of such beauties.

My hands placed on Aclysia’s, I lovingly pinned her against the wall. She had presented herself before, but I wanted to dominate her with my presence. I wanted there to be nothing in her world besides me and Esther. I moved slowly and with small thrusts, supplementing Esther’s tongue circling the sensitive button of the half elf’s sex. “Tell me your fantasies, little maid,” I whispered and reached for her perky nipples.

Aclysia had trouble responding. An intense orgasm must have been mounting in that lithe frame. The previous three had come about fast, turned on as she was. Quick and satisfying releases, no doubt, but this would be more. I pinched the erect crowns of her breasts and bit her ear. A demand for her to form her words.

“I… ah – I imagine myself ssssstanding nnnext to the t-table,” she hissed and stuttered, bouncy bubble butt gyrating against me and grinding against Esther’s lips. “Youuuu ennnjoy my… a mhm-meal I m-made for you, b-but it’s… oh, yes!” A sudden shudder went through her and I grabbed her by her throat.

Tilting her head back until the back of it rested on my shoulder, I grunted into her ear. “You don’t get to cum until you finish talking.” The order made her eyes open wide. She did not even look at me, just stared in panic at the ceiling. I showered her neck in kisses, while she hastily stammered the rest of her fantasy. Words raced against the control of her ecstasy.

“It’s not enough! Master wants more! Orders me under the table. I oblige gleefully, open your zipper. Am not allowed to use my hands and keep them behind my back! I take your cock down my throat! You cum, but stay hard! You make me serve until you finish eating. Then you drag me out, eat me out, and FUCK ME!”

She barely managed to press the last words of her fantasy out as loosely coherent rambles, before even her deepest submissive desire to withhold her pleasure was overcome. The last syllable was out and she was reduced to quiet sounds that bordered on choking. The bliss made her eyes roll up, blocked her windpipe more than my gentle squeezes did. Down below my cock got drenched. Rhythmic squeezes massaged the length and brought forth gushes of love juices.

I held Aclysia tightly, preventing her rigid spasms from taking her anywhere. She was right where she was supposed to be: in my arms, experiencing multi-orgasmic bliss. I couldn’t move my cock, her clenching cunt too tight for me to do so without hurting her. Still, there were the wet noises of Esther eagerly providing in her first lesbian experience. After a little while, the laps changed priorities from Aclysia’s cunt to the place my seed was stored. Esther lapped the dripping love juices from my balls as if it was ambrosia. For all her initial jealousy issues, my Queen had shaped up fantastically for her position. This week with Aclysia must have truly ignited the hunger for her fellow female in her.

“You’ll have to clean that up later,” I whispered in Aclysia’s ear. “Not sure if you’re a good girl for cumming for your Master or a bad girl for making my bedroom dirty.”

“I want to be a good girl,” Aclysia whispered and gasped in disappointment when I left her pussy empty and gaping. “Master?”

I heard Esther’s voice as much as I felt every silky syllable over my moist cock. “Good girls share with their Queen, obedient Aclysia.” The maid and I gasped in unison, when Esther gave my manhood a long lick that pressed it against the swollen mound. My first haremette had needed no word to catch my intention. I perceived her lust drunken giggles, sounds one would not expect from a stern faced woman like Esther. They were created by her cleaning Aclysia’s juices off my shaft. “Delicious,” she let us know. Lips wrapped around the head. Then she pushed down as far as she could, with the maid’s abdomen above her.

Aclysia was panting, shivering with aftershocks. “This is above all I fantasized, while my lust was inflamed by your smell,” she moaned. “You’re an artist of domination, Master.”

“An artist? What a fitting term. Indeed, I am shaping you, my little maid. Few artists ever have the honour of working with clay that so eagerly assumes their vision.” My fingers took the place of Esther’s tongue, rubbing her clit. On the back of my hand, I felt the tingle of Esther’s wild mane. “How was it? Squirting during your first penetration orgasm? That was an accomplishment for me too.”

“It was… I forgot all but ecstasy for a few seconds,” she whispered. “Just ecstasy. Then a blissful ebbing back into who I was… a me a little more in love with you, my Karitas.” Audibly, she swallowed and turned her head to look at me. “You make me dangerous. I love you. I love you so much.” Her voice grew more heated, less reasonable with each repetition of that wonderful word. “I want more. I want you to love me more. Make me yours more. Be your dream servant more. Never leave me. Never be able to leave me. Love. Love, love, so much love, I don’t know what to do with it, I-“

I cut her off by grabbing her throat more intensely than ever before. A powerful aftershock pressed the last breath out of her as a high-pitched moan. The corners of her pink lips were curled into a smile, her emerald eyes twisted with debauched need. “I really shouldn’t encourage this, but I would be lying if you getting crazy didn’t turn me on immensely.”

A loud pop testified my cock exiting Esther’s mouth. Grabbing it with both hands, she guided it back to Aclysia’s cunt. I pushed inside until my Queen could easily cover both the most sensitive spot at the underside and the maid’s clit with each wiggle of her tongue. We remained like this for a little while. I drank in Aclysia’s manic, lip biting expression. They said to never stick one’s dick in crazy and I had learned that the getting stabbed way. Hot as it was, I had to rein her in a little bit. Luckily, I had the carrot and the stick.

“I’ll let go of your throat in a second and when I do, I expect you to be a good girl. Keep the crazy contained. I love it when you’re dangerous, I don’t like you being a danger. Your Master will be exceedingly disappointed, were you to let go of your diligence.” I gave her three seconds, amid the asphyxiated haze, to calm down. It was a struggle, but her features blanked and I let go.

“I apologize for the ranting, Master,” she said, after drawing a deep, controlled breath. “I will attempt to contain myself.”

“Don’t fail too frequently,” I said. Adoring as I was of her obsessive aspect, I did not want it to ever overshadow who she truly was. “I fell for the Aclysia who is orderly and who is a great listener,” I caressed her hair. “I fell for the Aclysia who calmly discussed her place with Esther and who always has her schedule in mind. The Aclysia who is willing to point out when someone is making her housework harder than it needs to be.” I kissed her shoulder tenderly. “I love this different part of you too, but don’t make me all that fills your mind.”

“You do not make it easier when you make me love you all the more,” Aclysia purred in a tone that made it clear that she caught my meaning.

That was all I needed to hear. I pushed back into her and we moaned in unison. I pushed off the wall and grabbed her by the waist. I pushed inside her and watched her ass jiggle again. With full force, I contrasted the tenderness of the moment with a speed that filled the room with loud, wet, erotic claps of flesh against flesh.

Aclysia screamed, ever louder. She quivered from her own pleasure and the force of the impacts. Futile clawing at the wall created scratching sounds. Esther’s arms wrapped around the narrow waist of the snow white woman. Things moved too fast for Esther to worship either of our sexes and so she was back to kissing Aclysia’s abdomen, trying to hit where my girth was stretching the thoroughly widened and yet tight cunt of our new haremette.

I bunched Aclysia’s hair up in my hand. Even after all the motions, it was still oriented firmly backwards and long enough to reach my chest, had it not been for the eternal yoke of gravity. It was practically made to be pulled, and so I did. Teeth clacked and screams turned to wild groans. Her neck was fully exposed, her eyes rolled up so she could look at me past her forehead. Sweat pearled down her features. A savage smile revealed white teeth, compromised that heart shaped face in a way only I and mine would ever get to see.

“I’m going to cum,” I announced and her cunt tightened. She tensed up, then willed herself to relax, driving back a small orgasm. “I won’t ask you to beg. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” My voice got more and more strained, as my pleasure mounted. “I’ll cum… all the way… inside you!”

“Yes!” Aclysia shouted. “Pin me down. Fill me up. Give me the first taste of my purpose in your bed!”

“Fuck,” I let loose the instinctive curse, her words spiking my enjoyment and bringing me to the point of no return in an instant. Involuntarily, I thrust hard forwards with my entire body. Esther ducked under just in time, preventing me from smacking her head against the wall. Her hot tongue weighed my heavy sack just as it tightened.

Enveloped to the base by Aclysia’s wet hole, I pumped my seed into her. Each spasm of my cock was pure bliss. The underline of a dream fulfilled, for both of us. Aclysia was all gasps and moans, shivering with each drop I pumped into her. What a lovely figure she struck, as I painted her insides as white as her outsides.

I took deep breaths, to calm myself and to try and will my cock to remain hard. The former worked, the latter did not. Inevitably, the release signalled the flow of blood out of my manhood and back into the rest of my body. My halfway deflated cock slipped out of her and I took a step back.

Esther caressed Aclysia’s backside; helped the maid stand on her unsteady legs. The gasps continued, while fingertips drew little shadows in the squishy texture of her occasionally tensing butt. The trickle of my seed eventually showed. I got to feast my eyes on the visual showcase of my conquest for a few seconds, then Esther took the liberty of moving away from the wall.

Now behind the maid, Esther ate the cum straight out of my new haremette’s cunt. I dropped down on the mattress and simply enjoyed the sight. I wasn’t done yet, I had one more, maybe two more loads inside me. The sheer demands of the evening motivated my young body to perform at its peak and that steak did the rest. The extra protein was certainly needed.

Once Esther had cleaned out the majority, she backed off and licked her red lips. “Wonderful,” she purred. “What a delightful mixture of tastes.” As per usual, the lady of my love wasn’t even aware of just how naturally erotic a being she was. Dropping a line like that after topping her first experience eating pussy with licking cum out of a submissive’s cunt. Unbelievable.

“May I… sit down?” Aclysia requested and I allowed it with a simple gesture. The maid squatted down, then toppled over. She needed a breather after all of that, more desperately even than me. Only Esther was truly fine, for obvious reasons.

For a little while, we just existed in silence. Birds chirped outside the window, as breathing calmed. I could feel the post-orgasmic drowsiness set in, intense after a busy day like this, but I refused to let it claim me. With a shake of my head, I chased it away.