Phei eased them apart with the unhurriedly like he was rearranging an altar for the next rite—and the darker hunger that had been banking in his blood since the Dragon surfaced flared to life, quiet and absolute, a furnace that had never actually gone out.
He laid Maddie flat on her back across the wide marble ledge at the pool’s edge. Her smaller body stretched out beneath him—flushed, trembling, still twitching from the aftershocks of what he’d already done to her—and for one unguarded second she looked up at him with an expression that had nothing to do with chaos and everything to do with surrender.
Her eyes were blown wide and she heaved softly; her muscles in her stomach jumped with every breath.
She looked, like a woman who had just realized the inferno she’d been begging for was about to turn its full attention on her specifically.
Good.
He hooked her legs high over his shoulders, folding her in half so her knees pressed toward her chest and her soaked, swollen cunt tilted upward at an angle that left her nowhere to hide. Everything exposed, offered.
The last pretence of control stripped away by geotry alone.
"Oh fuck," Maddie whispered, and for once the profanity wasn’t performance. It was prophecy.
He drove into her in one long rciless plunge of his cock.
Her back arched clean off the stone, her mouth opening but the sound that ca out was silent—her vocal cords refusing to cooperate with the information her nervous system was delivering, which was that every inch of him had just filled her to the inner most walls of her pussy, in a single stroke and the broad head was pressed flush against her deepest wall with a hot pulsing throb that radiated outward through her pelvis like a second heartbeat.
Her entrance stretched taut around his girth, the swollen pink lips gripping the veined base while a glossy ring of cream ford at the junction—her body producing its own evidence of exactly how thoroughly it had been conquered.
Phei didn’t give her ti to adjust.
He began to move in long, powerful, devastating strokes that made Maddie’s compact body jolt with each impact—her tits bouncing sharply, her thighs flexing against his shoulders, her fingers scrabbling at the marble for purchase she wasn’t going to find.
Each withdrawal dragged her clinging inner walls outward, the fat crown stretching her entrance into a glistening O before he drove back in with a heavy wet impact that forced fresh arousal to bubble out around his shaft and drip down the curve of her ass.
"That’s—oh god—that’s so—you’re so fucking deep—"
Her voice cracked on the last word, the competitive bravado she usually wielded like a weapon dissolving into raw overwheld honesty. Her legs trembled against his shoulders.
Her heels dug into his back.
Her cunt seized around him in rhythmic involuntary spasms that had nothing to do with orgasm and everything to do with her body trying to process the sheer volu of sensation being inflicted upon it.
’There,’ Phei thought. ’That’s my Maddie underneath all the armour. The one who wanted to be broken and found soone who could actually do it.’
As he fucked her—each stroke bottoming out with a heavy slap of his balls against her soaked skin—he reached for Cassiopeia.
She’d been kneeling at the pool’s edge, watching.
Her eyes tracked every thrust with the intensity of a woman cataloguing scripture—the way his cock stretched Maddie’s entrance, the way Maddie’s face contorted between pleasure and sothing too big for pleasure, the way the marble beneath them was already glazed with evidence.
Her own arousal had been dripping steadily down her inner thighs since the Dragon surfaced, her body so prid that the visual stimulation alone was keeping her cunt swollen and aching.
Phei pulled her forward with one hand—firm, commanding, no room for interpretation—until she was squatting directly above Maddie’s stomach. Her thighs spread wide. Her heavy tits hanging low and full in front of his face—round and still glistening with residual bathwater, the nipples dark and stiff from overstimulation.
He didn’t ask.
His mouth then found and closed around Cassiopeia’s left nipple with the hunger of a man who had been patient long enough.
The sound Cassiopeia made was not a moan. It was closer to a prayer being answered—a high, breaking note that cracked in the middle as his tongue swirled around the swollen bud and his teeth grazed the sensitive peak just hard enough to remind her that worship could flow in both directions.
He sucked deep, his cheeks hollowing, drawing the heavy breast into his mouth with wet, filthy sounds while his free hand found the other and kneaded it—rough, possessive, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger until the flesh reddened and Cassiopeia’s composure dissolved into sharp, staccato cries.
She had been the priestess and also a slave all this morning. Washing him. Worshipping him.
But after fucking her and he shifted to his woman, Cassiopeia was without expectation of him paying any more attention to her.
Now his mouth was on her tits and his cock was buried in his woman and the dual signal—I can pleasure you too while ruining my woman, I have enough to destroy you both simultaneously despite your different status—was so fundantally, devastatingly Phei that she nearly ca from the implication alone.
Her juice dripped in warm, steady rivulets from her cunt onto Maddie’s stomach below.
Maddie felt it—hot drops landing on her flushed skin, sliding down her sides—and moaned louder, the knowledge of Cassiopeia’s need adding a layer of sensation that was less physical than psychological and twice as devastating.
"She’s dripping on ," Maddie gasped, her voice barely holding together. "Phei—she’s—oh fuck—she’s literally dripping on while you—"
Whatever observation she was building collapsed when he adjusted his angle and the next thrust scraped across a spot inside her that turned her entire vocabulary into white noise.
Maddie’s hands flew up and slapped Cassiopeia’s ass.
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