I'm the Villain, But the Heroines Keep Choosing Me-Chapter 95: (R18) Good at Sharing I

Elara’s hand joined Seria’s on Damien’s thigh, both of them moving with deliberate slowness.

"We should help with this," Elara said, her fingers already working at the fastenings of his trousers.

Damien’s breath caught as both women coordinated with practiced ease – Seria lifting his hips slightly while Elara pulled the fabric down and away. His erection sprang free, already fully hard, and both women made soft sounds of appreciation.

"Much better," Seria murmured, her fingers wrapping around his length with confident grip. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Elara’s hand joined hers a moment later, and they began stroking him together – one hand moving up while the other moved down, creating constant sensation that made Damien’s head fall back against the sofa.

"You know," Elara said conversationally, as if they were discussing the weather rather than currently handling his cock, "we should coordinate our technique. Make sure we’re both contributing equally."

"Agreed," Seria replied, her voice slightly breathless despite being the one providing the stimulation. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, for starters – " Elara’s grip tightened slightly, drawing a groan from Damien. " – have you ever taken him in your mouth?"

Seria’s hand paused mid-stroke. "In my mouth? I – no. We haven’t done that yet."

"You haven’t?" Elara sounded genuinely surprised. "But you’ve had full sex?"

"Yes, but – " Seria’s face flushed slightly. " – I didn’t think about... I mean, putting it in my mouth seemed..."

"Seemed what?" Elara prompted, still stroking him with maddeningly consistent rhythm.

"I don’t know. I just didn’t think about it."

"Same, not untill he showed me," Elara said gently. "Different acts feel different emotionally. But Seria – " Her voice dropped to something conspiratorial. " – he absolutely loves it. And I think you would too."

Seria looked down at where both their hands were working him, her expression uncertain but interested. "I wouldn’t know how to – I mean, what if I’m terrible at it?"

"Then I’ll teach you." Elara’s smile was wicked. "It’s not complicated. Just enthusiasm and attention to his reactions. Watch."

She released her grip and shifted position, kneeling between Damien’s spread legs. Without preamble, she took him into her mouth – not tentatively, but with confident depth that made Damien’s entire body tense.

"Gods," he breathed, his hand moving to her golden hair instinctively.

Elara worked him for several long moments, demonstrating technique with the skill of someone who’d done this many times. Then she pulled back, her lips glistening, and looked up at Seria.

"See? Just pay attention to what makes him react. The head is most sensitive, so focus there. Use your tongue. And don’t be afraid to take him deeper – just breathe through your nose."

Seria was staring, her pupils dilated, clearly aroused by watching. "That was... instructional."

"Your turn," Elara said, shifting to make room. "Come here. I’ll guide you."

Seria hesitated for only a moment before moving to kneel beside Elara. She looked at Damien’s erection – still wet from Elara’s mouth – with mixture of nervousness and determination.

"I don’t – where do I start?"

"Start by lowering your head," Elara instructed. Her hand moved to Seria’s auburn hair, gathering it back from her face. "I’ve got you. Just follow my lead."

She applied gentle pressure, guiding Seria down. Seria’s mouth opened, tentative, and then she was taking him in – slowly, carefully, her eyes flicking up to Damien’s face to gauge his reaction.

"That’s it," Elara encouraged, her hand still gripping Seria’s hair. "Just like that. Now move – up and down, let him feel your tongue."

Seria followed the instruction, and Damien felt pleasure spike through him. The combination of sensation and visual – Elara’s hand controlling Seria’s movements, guiding her through this new intimacy – was overwhelming.

"Good," Elara praised. "Very good. Now try taking him deeper. I’ll help."

She applied more pressure to Seria’s head, pushing her down further onto Damien’s length. Seria made a small sound – not discomfort, just surprise – but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she relaxed her throat and took him deeper.

"Perfect," Elara breathed, watching with obvious arousal. "You’re a natural."

Damien’s hand found Elara’s shoulder, needing something to anchor himself. "Elara – "

"Does it feel good?" she asked, looking up at him with teasing smile. "Having her mouth on you while I guide her? Knowing this is her first time doing this?"

"Yes," he managed.

"Tell her," Elara commanded. "Let her know she’s doing well."

"Seria – " His voice was rough. " – you feel incredible. So good."

Seria pulled back slightly, enough to meet his eyes, and her expression was pure satisfaction despite the vulnerability of her position. Then she took him back in, this time without Elara’s guidance, setting her own rhythm.

Elara watched for a moment longer, then leaned up to capture Damien’s mouth in a deep kiss. Her tongue invaded, claiming, while Seria worked below, and the dual sensation made Damien groan into Elara’s mouth.

"I love watching you like this," Elara murmured against his lips. "Completely undone. No control. Just feeling."

She kissed him again, deeper, her hand moving to his chest. Meanwhile, Seria was gaining confidence, her movements becoming more assured, her tongue working the sensitive head exactly like Elara had demonstrated.

Finally, Elara pulled back from the kiss and looked down. "My turn again. Move over, Seria. Let me show you the advanced technique."

Seria released him with obvious reluctance, shifting aside. Elara immediately took her place, taking Damien deep with practiced ease.

Then they began alternating.

Elara would work him for several strokes, then pull back and Seria would take over. Back and forth, creating variety in pressure and technique that kept Damien constantly on edge. Sometimes they worked together – Elara focusing on the head while Seria licked the shaft, or vice versa.

"This is amazing," Seria breathed during one of her turns. "Watching you react – feeling you get harder in my mouth – knowing I’m doing this to you."

"You both are," Damien said, his voice strained. "Together. It’s – I can’t – "

"Can’t what?" Elara asked innocently, even as her hand worked his base while Seria’s mouth covered the tip. "Can’t handle both of us coordinating our efforts?"

"I’m close," he warned. "If you keep – I’m going to – "

"Good," Elara said. She tapped Seria’s shoulder. "Your turn. Take him deep and let him finish in your mouth."

Seria’s eyes widened. "What?"

"Yes. I want you to feel him come. Taste it. Experience all of it." Elara’s voice was commanding. "Trust me."

Seria looked uncertain, but she lowered her head again, taking him as deep as she could manage. Elara’s hand joined hers at the base, stroking what Seria’s mouth couldn’t reach, and together they drove him toward the edge.

"That’s it," Elara encouraged. "Just like that. Feel him getting closer. His body tensing. And when he comes, you swallow. All of it. Show him you can take everything he gives you."

Damien tried to warn them again, but the words dissolved into incoherent pleasure as his orgasm hit. He came hard, spilling into Seria’s mouth while Elara continued stroking him through it.

Seria’s eyes went wide – surprise at the intensity, the amount, the reality of this intimacy. But she held her position, taking it all, her throat working as she followed Elara’s instruction and swallowed.

When he finally finished, she pulled back slowly, her lips releasing him with a soft sound. She looked up at him with expression that was pure satisfaction mixed with slight disbelief.

"I did it," she said, almost wonderingly.

"You did," Elara confirmed, looking pleased. "How was it?"

"Intense." Seria’s smile turned slightly devious. "I want to do it again."

"Later," Elara promised. "But now – " She looked at Damien’s softening length. " – is he out of commission? Because I was just getting started."

Damien felt his body respond to the challenge before his mind could fully process it. Blood flowed back, arousal rekindling despite having just climaxed.

He stood from the sofa, still erect – or erect again, depending on perspective – and both women’s eyes went wide.

"Never," he said, his voice carrying dark promise.