Note: Sensitive Kink Warning - (Just skip if you're sensitive towards so kinks)
In their caste of illusions, the siblings lay naked on silken sheets. Clambering over the only man, the half-sisters adored him, dearly. Their hands wandered over his sweaty and toned body, squeezing around his thighs, caressing his belly, and even cupping and massaging him in the most private of places. Their lips brushing against his chest, their lipsticks marked all over him, both Seraphim and Riyanzah did their best to serve their half-brother.
Partially motivated by jealousy for not being as powerful as the middle sister Elana, the two wanted to keep him to themselves for longer and longer, until the very last days of their sister Djinn so she could birth a child with Jahandeer's seeds.
"Our finest warrior~ Mhmmahaha~" Chuckling while gently massaging his balls, Seraphim chuckled to herself while looking up into her cousin's gaze. However, noticing not even a flash of a smile or reflection of pleasure in his gaze, her laugh died quickly and concern grew in her eyes quicker.
"What's wrong?" She asked, moving her head closer to his face.
Kissing him on the cheeks, she tried to comfort him and yet that look of concern didn't leave his gaze. She asked the sa question again and again, but with a dreamy look in his eyes, Jahandeer remained deep in his thoughts. Only as Riyanzah sat on his groin, lifted herself with split legs and began lowering her body on his pulsing dick, did he find himself back into the real world, although with the groovy walls of a tingling pussy he was taken right up to cloud nine.
Soon enough their room was filled with the sloppy and wet sound of Riyanzah squirting like a fountain while bouncing up and down Jahandeer's dick. Cupping his balls and massaging them as though she was preparing them to blow a load that would get her sister pregnant, Seraphim chuckled once again.
But with the object of their desire so close to cumming, the girls had to back away, after all, they weren't ant to be his wives and had no intentions to do so either. However, it wasn't because they didn't love him or sothing similar, but for the re fact that the queen's fate was often sealed for a bitter end.
Even so, dispersing to the sides, the sisters wrapped their fingers around his cock and began stroking it with a unified rhythm. Keeping him on edge and stopping just as they felt he was about to cum, the two tried to extend his pleasure and also lt his mind just enough to listen to whatever nonsense they had to say.
"Does that feel good, dear?" Riyanzah whispered into his ears, followed soon by a playful chuckle.
The sound of their hands frothing precum on his dick was already overshadowing his voice and the giggling from the girls. Barely holding on to his senses while panting heavily, he pulled Seraphim closer before locking his lips with hers for a mont. Fire burned in her mouth and it did the sa for the rest of her body, just her touch alone felt like a thousand won lying on Jahandeer. Further elevating the sensation was the cold touch of Riyanzah and the slimy liquid being secreted by her hands.
Mixing with his precum, the liquid, the warmth and the cold created a layer of white froth just dripping down the sister's hands. Licking the froth and sharing it with each other, the girls enjoyed sharing the future king of Elanavia. As for the king himself, he was basking in the glow of countless ripples of joy shooting from his groin.
Cum, cum, and more cum, the girls kept those balls of his producing more and more but never letting the man shoot his load. Only when he was finally dazed beyond reason and couldn't comprehend one word they said, did they let his cock shoot like a fountain. Splattering over his belly and the rest of his body, the man laid bewitched by the service from his kin. But the girls, they weren't done. Instead of stopping, they began rubbing his cum across his thighs, dick and belly.
The two loved the feeling of his cum laced abs against their tongues, especially when it ended with the two pooling his seeds between the tongues. Then with an equal share for each to gulp, the two moved over to his dick and began cleaning it up with vigorous assault from their lips.
"S-stop…give a minute…Ahhh!" But with his balls drained in just one shot, the girls were forced to stop since he couldn't handle another round of their depraved love.
Although a warrior–the only one the island required, capable of felling any devils or other creature who tried to whisper sweet deals in the ears of Elanavian citizens; Jahandeer was strong, resilient and possessed the ntal immutability of a jinn. But in the end, being mostly flesh than spirit and a man, he was weak to the touch of a woman–sothing the sisters have often exploited to garner his favor.
Never did they complain about their own desires, about their wishes to be eaten out just like they sucked his cock, they simply took care of it in private in ways best left private. Even so, they loved him, more than a brother but less than a husband.
Glancing at each other as the two laid on his chest again, they spoke without words yet understood each other completely.
'We have to check on sis, figure out when we're leaving.'
Riyanzah shared with her sister.
'A few minutes more, he wants to rest for a bit.'
Replied the older cousin, and the two quickly nested into Jahandeer's sides and just laid in the comfort of his warmth. They were running late, but that didn't matter for their eting with the queen, but that didn't matter, after all, they were also waiting for her death throughout their lives.
One trip on a boat, they didn't know at that ti, but the battle wouldn't take place at Lantherem. Instead, intercepting the fleet away from the island, Raven had already planned to sink those ships before bringing the tired Djinns to the island and using ostheriopryroprosis to finish them off as well. Not knowing the specifics yet, however, the Djinn took their ti resting–perhaps the last rest they would have the chance to enjoy since they were going against the Aranuvian fleets.
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