Reincarnated into a Femdom Fantasy World (18+)-Chapter 10: Perfect, darling—perfect. (18+) [3/3]

[tags : rimming, prostate massage]

They switched again, relentless in their hunger, Kalia mounting him once more, her green body slick with sweat as she purred, "More for Mama, precious—don't you dare fade on me yet." She shifted him this time, rolling him onto his side, her tail guiding his leg up as she pressed against him from behind. Her heat enveloped him in a new angle, her movements slow and deep, her breath hot against his neck as she nibbled his earlobe, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

"Feel me, sweet boy," she murmured, her voice a low growl, her hips thrusting with a steady rhythm, her tail curling tighter. Mara knelt in front, her bronze fingers slipping between his thighs, her tongue darting out to rim him, circling his sensitive flesh with a wet, probing heat—soft, insistent licks that made him buck. "You're so tight back here," Mara cooed, her voice muffled against his skin, her tongue pressing deeper.

The dual assault pushed him over the edge yet again, his release surging into Kalia as she groaned, her tail lashing, her holes brimming with his seed, slick and dripping onto the carpet. Mara took her turn next, her voice a husky coo as she said, "One more, darling—give it all to me, let me feel you deep inside."

She pulled him onto his knees, her bronze thighs straddling him from below as she guided him in, her plump ass pressing against the carpet. Her heat swallowed him whole, her breasts bouncing with each movement as she purred, "That's it, baby," her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, her hands gripping his hips as she rocked upward, her rhythm possessive and slow.

Kalia knelt behind, her green fingers slipping lower, gently stroking his prostate with a knowing, tender pressure—circling, pressing, igniting sparks that made his vision blur. Her tail brushed his back as she whispered, "Let go, precious—fill her up again." His body arched, the sensation overwhelming, and he spilled into Mara once more, her soft cries echoing as she trembled beneath him, her bronze skin glistening, her inner walls pulsing with his release.

They weren't done, their rhythm a relentless tide—Kalia flipped him onto his back again, her voice a sultry growl as she purred, "Again, sweet boy—Mama's still starving for you." She straddled his face this time, her slick heat hovering over his mouth as she commanded, "Taste me, boy—lick me deep, make me feel it," her thighs clamping around his head, her musky sweetness flooding his senses.

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Her tail guided him back into her lower warmth, riding him with a slow, grinding pace, her hips rolling as she moaned, "Yes, precious—just like that, use that tongue." Mara knelt beside him, her bronze hands teasing his shaft between Kalia's thrusts, her tongue lapping at his chest, sucking his nipples before sliding lower to rim him again, her wet heat driving him wild.

"You're so good for us," Mara murmured, her voice a breathy tease, her tongue circling with a steady pressure. Jake licked Kalia tentatively at first, then eagerly, his tongue delving into her folds, her moans spurring him on until he climaxed once more, his load flooding her as she shuddered above him, her thighs trembling, her tail flicking wildly.

Mara claimed him next, her robe long gone, her bronze curves glistening as she cooed, "My sweet toy—fill me one more time, I need it." She pushed him onto all fours, straddling him from behind, her thick thighs clamping around his hips as she took him in reverse. Her movements were deep and possessive, her plump ass bouncing with each thrust, her heat gripping him like a velvet glove.

"Oh, darling, you feel divine," she sighed, her voice thick with pleasure, her hands reaching back to spread herself wider. Kalia knelt in front, her green fingers working his prostate again, her touch gentle but insistent—sliding, pressing, coaxing a low groan from his throat—her tail brushing his back as she whispered, "Let go, sweet boy—give her everything, don't hold back."

The dual sensation overwhelmed him, his body shaking as he spilled into Mara, her cries sharp and sated, her holes dripping with his cum, her bronze skin flushed with ecstasy. They kept going, insatiable, trading places in a haze of heat and control—Kalia pulled him to his feet, pressing him against the wall, her voice a sultry command as she purred, "Stand for Mama, precious—let's try you upright."

She lifted one leg, hooking it over his shoulder, her tail steadying him as she lowered herself onto him, her green curves slick against his chest. Her rhythm was slow and deep, her breath hot against his lips as she kissed him, her tongue claiming his mouth. "You're so deep like this," she moaned, her eyes glinting, her inner walls pulsing.

Mara knelt behind, her bronze hands spreading him, her tongue rimming him with a wet, relentless heat, her fingers teasing his base as she murmured, "Keep going, baby—fill her again." He climaxed, his legs trembling, his release surging into Kalia as she groaned, her tail tightening, her body shuddering against him.

Mara took over once more, her voice a husky plea as she cooed, "Last one, darling—make me overflow." She lay back on the carpet, pulling him down atop her, her thick thighs wrapping around his waist as she guided him in. Her bronze skin was slick with sweat, her breasts bouncing as she rocked upward, her rhythm desperate and possessive.

"Deeper, baby," she gasped, her nails grazing his back, her heat swallowing him whole. Kalia knelt beside them, her green fingers stroking his prostate with a gentle, expert touch—circling, pressing, igniting a fire that made him buck—her tail brushing his spine as she whispered, "Come on, sweet slut—give it all to her, let her feel you."

He spilled into Mara with a ragged cry, her moans sharp and triumphant, her holes brimming, her bronze curves trembling beneath him as she sighed, "Perfect, darling—perfect." They slowed at last, their femdom rhythm ebbing, each round having drawn more from him—Kalia and Mara brimming with his cum, their holes slick and dripping onto the carpet.

Their mature curves pressed against him in a symphony of heat and control, their bodies glowing with satisfaction. Jake's strength faded, his breaths shallow and labored, his limbs heavy as exhaustion claimed him, his vision blurring as they collapsed beside him, their hands stroking his sweat-soaked skin with a tender possessiveness.

"Good boy," Kalia murmured, her voice soft and sated, her green fingers tracing his chest, her tail curling around his leg. "Such a perfect little slut for us—so generous with your seed," Mara added, her bronze hand cupping his face, her lips brushing his forehead, her scent—sweet and spiced—lingering in the air.

Behind them, Veyra stood rigid, her leather corset creaking faintly as she shifted, her face flushed a deep crimson, her golden eyes wide with a raw, unrestrained heat that shimmered in the dim light. Her breath was uneven, her hands clenched at her sides as if fighting the urge to join.

Lyra had slipped to a corner earlier, her sheer robe hiked up around her thighs, her delicate fingers buried between her legs. Her glowing eyes were locked on Jake as she moved in sync with his final climax—her rhythm quickening, her magic flaring bright as a soft, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling, her chest heaving as she peaked alongside him, slumping against the wall, her fingers glistening, her climax a silent echo of his exhaustion.

The room pulsed with the aftermath, the air thick with sweat, spice, and the raw, musky scent of their union—a heady cocktail of exertion and release. Jake's body lay limp between Kalia and Mara, their gentle caresses lingering—Kalia's tail brushing his thigh, Mara's fingers threading through his hair—as his exhaustion pinned him to the carpet, his chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged gasps, his skin slick with their mingled heat.

Veyra's voice broke the silence, husky and low, her smirk faint but approving as she said, "Well done, pet—you've fed them well, stuffed them full—look at them, brimming with you." Lyra's panting slowed, her gaze still fixed on him, her fingers resting against her thigh as she recovered, the scene a tableau of femdom desire fulfilled—Jake spent, claimed, and utterly theirs, the women's bodies glowing with the evidence of his surrender, their holes dripping, their curves sated and triumphant.