The lock clicked behind me, and every bit of fake confidence I had left packed its bags and abandoned me in that inn room.

Valka’s hand stayed on the latch for a second longer than necessary, her dark eyes sliding over me like she had not locked a door, but closed the lid on a trap.

Reika was already too close on my right, Celeste was near the bed with that bright, dangerous smile of hers, and I realized Duskford was not going to be the place where I was going to be able to recover from any exhaustion.

Valka pushed off the door, her movements sharp and predatory. "You survived all three of us once," she stated, her voice a low, amused hum. It wasn’t a question. It was a diagnosis of a past miracle she intended to test.

Reika’s fingers curled around my wrist before I could even think, her grip firm enough to make the joke in my throat die instantly.

"You guys just can’t wait can you?" I said, sighing and giving up any hope of rest.

She leaned in, her nose twitching as she smelled the scent on my neck, her wolfish grin pressing against my skin. "He smells nervous..." she murmured, her voice a rumble that vibrated right down to my balls. "... and excited!"

Celeste sat on the edge of the massive bed, the thick blankets sighing under her weight.

Her smile, usually so sweet and innocent, turned softer, needier, and somehow more dangerous than Reika’s predatory gaze. "So you can do it again, right?" she asked, her voice a melodic chime that was pure, unadulterated temptation.

I looked between them, a predator, a tease, and a temptress. My gaze darted to the bed, then back at the locked door. My survival instinct was screaming at me to fake a heart attack, but my dick had other plans.

My mouth opened. "I mean... probably? What’s the worst that could happen, I disappoint three beauties?"

That was all the invitation they needed.

Reika yanked me forward, and I stumbled, falling onto the bed beside Celeste. Before I could even get my hands under me, she was there, her lips finding mine in a kiss that was the polar opposite of Reika’s.

Celeste’s kiss was all soft warmth and desperate need, her tongue shyly seeking mine, her hands tangling in my shirt like she was afraid I might vanish. It was sweet, it was hot, and it was a goddamn lie.

A sharp tug at my collar pulled me back. Reika loomed over me, her amber eyes glowing with possessive fire. "My turn," she growled, and then she was kissing me.

This wasn’t a kiss; it was a claim. It was all teeth and tongue, a fierce, hungry tangle that tasted of wildness and a promise to devour me whole.

She straddled my waist, her weight grounding me, her hands pinning my shoulders to the mattress.

While Reika was busy trying to suck my soul out through my mouth, Celeste didn’t pout or wait. She simply shifted, her clever, elven fingers making quick work of my belt.

The leather whispered through the loops, and my pants were suddenly gone, yanked down my legs and tossed aside by an unseen force. Cool air hit my skin, followed immediately by the warm, ticklish sensation of Celeste’s hair as she settled between my legs.

I gasped into Reika’s mouth as Celeste took me into her hand, her touch gentle but sure.

Her thumb circled the tip of my cock, spreading the bead of moisture already gathering there. Then, her warm, wet mouth engulfed me, and my brain short-circuited.

She took me deep, her tongue swirling in patterns that were both innocent and utterly sinful.

Reika broke the kiss, laughing at the strangled noise I made. "See?" she purred loudly. "He likes it."

"Oh, he does," Valka’s voice cut through the haze. She was standing at the foot of the bed, having shed her heavy travel gear. She stood there in her underclothes, her dark skin a beautiful contrast to the pale linen.

She was watching us with an expression of intense, analytical amusement, like a general checking on her troops before a final, glorious charge. "But he’s not helping. That’s rude."

Reika, ever the instigator, took that as her cue.

She shifted, her strong thighs pinning my arms as she turned, presenting her perfect, glistening sex to my face. Her scent was intoxicating, a primal musk that made my head spin.

"Get to work, Master," she commanded, wiggling her hips just out of reach.

I was trapped. Reika on my chest, Celeste between my legs, and Valka directing the show. This wasn’t a gangbang; it was an orchestrated takedown.

I craned my neck, my tongue finally finding her heat, and lapped at her folds. She shuddered, a growl rumbling in her chest as I focused on her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue.

Celeste hummed around my length, the vibration sending shockwaves through my entire body. She picked up her pace, her head bobbing, her hands gripping my thighs as she took me deeper, her eagerness a wild difference to Reika’s demanding presence.

I was drowning in sensation, the taste of Reika, the feel of Celeste, the sound of Valka’s quiet, commanding voice.

"Deeper, Celeste," Valka instructed from the foot of the bed. "Don’t be shy. You can take it."

Celeste moaned, and I felt her relax her throat, taking me in until her nose was pressed against my base. The sensation was so intense I saw stars. I bucked my hips, my rhythm on Reika faltering.

"Focus," Reika snapped, grinding her hips against my face. "Don’t get distracted."

Then Valka was on the bed.

The entire mattress shifted under her weight. She moved with a grace that belied her powerful frame, settling behind Celeste.

I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I could hear it. The wet, slick sounds of fingers at work, and Celeste’s sudden, muffled cry of pleasure as Valka’s other hand found her breast, kneading it roughly.

Valka moved with a grace that belied her powerful frame, positioning herself in front of me on all fours. Her back was a long, elegant curve of dark muscle, her perfect ass presented to me like a prize. She looked over her shoulder, her golden eyes burning with challenge.

"You did well," she murmured, her voice a low rumble. "But I have not had my turn."

Reika and Celeste weren’t idle; they moved to flank her, their hands roaming over Valka’s back and sides, their lips leaving trails of fire and ice across her skin.

The message was clear. This was a team effort.

My cock, still slick from Celeste’s mouth and harder than I had any right to be, throbbed in anticipation. I shuffled forward, gripping Valka’s hips.

Her skin was hot, firm. I lined myself up with her dripping entrance, teasing her folds for a moment before she growled, "Don’t test me, little man."

I smirked, a surge of my own confidence returning. I pressed the head of my cock against her tight rear entrance instead.

Her whole body went rigid for a second, and a sharp, surprised gasp escaped her lips. That was it. That was the crack in her armor.

"Is that a challenge?" I asked, my voice rough with lust.

Her golden eyes narrowed, but the smirk that tugged at her lips was pure, unadulterated excitement. "Only if you’re not man enough to see it through."

That was all the incentive I needed. I pushed forward, sinking into the tight, incredible heat of her ass. The pressure was immense, a vice-like grip. I went slow, giving her time to adjust, and she pushed back, taking me deeper, a low, guttural moan rumbling in her chest.

She was taking it, and she was loving it.

I set a rhythm, my hips snapping against the firm globes of her ass. The world dissolved into a blur of pure, primal sensation.

Reika and Celeste were all over us, their hands everywhere, their mouths finding Valka’s skin, her breasts, her neck.

Celeste slid beneath her, latching onto one of Valka’s dark nipples while her fingers found Valka’s clit, circling it in time with my thrusts. Reika knelt in front of her, pulling her into a fierce, dominating kiss.

Valka was the center of the storm, and she was coming apart.

Her composure shattered with every thrust, her moans growing louder, more desperate. The dominant general was now the conquered queen, and she was glorious in her defeat.

I lost track of time, lost track of myself. All that existed was the overwhelming heat, the tight grip, and the sound of Valka crying out as her orgasm slammed into her.

Her whole body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on me like a fist. The sensation was too much.

With a hoarse shout, I buried myself to the hilt and came, pouring myself into her as the world went white.