Jolthar watched, his own hand stroking his hard length, his expression one of intense, loving focus. He saw the mont the last vestiges of their conflict lted away, replaced by a shared, burgeoning desire.
"Beautiful," he breathed, the word filled with reverence.
"To the bed. Cleora, on your back.
Raayani, straddling her face. I want to watch you lose yourselves in each other."
They moved to the vast, silk-sheeted bed, a concession to Prince Milan’s decadent tastes.
Cleora lay back, her hair fanning out, her eyes dark with a mix of submission and fierce arousal. She opened her legs, offering the slick, pink folds of her sex to the lamplight. Raayani climbed over her, her movents graceful despite the unfamiliarity of the position. She lowered herself, her knees framing Cleora’s head, until her dripping wetness was just inches from the other woman’s mouth.
"Taste her, Cleora," Jolthar instructed softly, kneeling at the foot of the bed between Cleora’s spread thighs.
"Learn what pleases her."
Cleora’s tongue darted out, a shy, initial lick along Raayani’s outer lips.
"Ahh, mmhmm!"
Raayani gasped, her hips giving an involuntary jerk. Emboldened, Cleora delved deeper, her tongue flattening to lap at the matriarch’s engorged clit with long, languid strokes. Raayani’s head fell back, a string of breathy moans escaping her.
"Yesss... oh, just like that...!!"
Jolthar, anwhile, coated his fingers in Cleora’s own arousal, which painted her inner thighs.
He rubbed the slick moisture over her entrance, circling, teasing, before pushing two thick fingers inside her.
"MMHHH!"
Cleora cried out, the vibration against Raayani’s clit making the older woman buck wildly. "Raayani," Jolthar said, his voice a low command, "pinch her nipples. Show her how good it feels."
Raayani’s hands, which had been braced on the headboard, moved to Cleora’s breasts. She took the stiff, pink peaks between her thumbs and forefingers, rolling and tugging them with a firm, knowing pressure.
ARHHH!!
Cleora arched off the bed, a guttural groan torn from her throat as pleasure arced from her nipples to her core, where Jolthar’s fingers curled, finding that perfect, spongy spot inside her.
"Now, my beautiful darling," Jolthar whispered, removing his fingers and positioning the broad, purple head of his cock at Cleora’s entrance.
He didn’t slam into her.
He pushed forward with inexorable, tender force, inch by glorious inch, filling her stretching channel until his hips were flush against her ass.
He held himself there, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust to his overwhelming girth, watching the play of ecstasy and surrender on her face.
"Oh, Jolthar...!" Cleora breathed, her walls fluttering around him like a frantic heartbeat.
He began to move, a slow, deep, rolling rhythm that was more possession than punishnt.
Cleora’s moans filled the room as Jolthar thrust in and out of her.
Each withdrawal was agonizingly slow, each thrust a deliberate and deep claiming. His eyes, however, were on Raayani, whose hips were now grinding in a desperate circle against Cleora’s mouth.
"Make her co, Cleora," he urged, his pace never faltering.
"Let feel you clench around as you taste her pleasure."
Driven by his words and the building tension in her own body, Cleora redoubled her efforts. Her tongue beca a relentless instrunt, flicking and sucking Raayani’s clit while her hands held the woman’s hips firm.
Mhhmmm!
AHHmmm!!!
Raayani’s moans escalated into sharp, keening cries. Her body tightened, her back arching like a drawn bow.
"I’m... I’m going to...!" she wailed, her voice cracking.
Her climax hit like a thunderclap.
A hot flood of release gushed over Cleora’s chin and neck as Raayani’s body convulsed, her inner muscles milking nothing but air in rhythmic, helpless spasms. The intensity of Raayani’s orgasm, the taste of her, and the sounds she made were too much for Cleora.
AAHHHH!!
With a shattered cry that was muffled against Raayani’s quivering flesh, her own orgasm erupted. Her pussy clamped down on Jolthar’s cock with shocking, violent force, wave after wave of pleasure tearing through her, her nails digging into Raayani’s thighs.
Jolthar rode her through it, his thrusts becoming slightly harder and deeper, helping her ride out the devastating waves.
When she finally went limp, breathing in ragged sobs, he slowly pulled out, his cock gleaming and slick with her essence.
He gently guided the boneless Raayani off of Cleora’s face, laying her on the bed beside the spent warrior.
Both won were panting, flushed, and utterly dazed.
He let them recover for a mont, his hands stroking their heated skin, his touch tender and reassuring.
"That was only the beginning," he said, his voice soft but firm.
"I need to feel you both, together. On your hands and knees.
Side by side. Present yourselves to ."
There was no hesitation this ti.
They moved with a stated obedience, their bodies pliant. They were eager for his cock in them.
They assud the position on the soft mattress, their bodies parallel, heads turned away from each other, but their awareness of the other woman a palpable presence in the space between them.
Cleora’s back was a graceful back leading down to the perfect, pale globes of her ass, her pink, swollen sex lips peeking provocatively from between her thighs.
Beside her, Raayani’s posture was more opulent, her spine a deep curve that accentuated the lush roundness of her buttocks and the dark, tempting flower of her own readiness.
Jolthar knelt behind them, his heart swelling with a powerful mix of love and lust.
He ran his hands over both their bodies, appreciating the different textures—the hard muscle of Cleora and the soft, yielding flesh of Raayani.
"You are both so perfect for ," he murmured, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on the small of Cleora’s back, then doing the sa to Raayani. The tender gesture was a stark, beautiful contrast to what was to co.
He positioned himself behind Cleora.
"My fierce, proud Cleora," he whispered, guiding his cock to her entrance. He pushed in with the sa tender, inexorable slowness as before, sheathing himself fully inside her warmth. He set a steady, deep rhythm, his hands gripping her hips not to punish but to anchor them both.
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