Reincarnated into a Femdom Fantasy World (18+)-Chapter 8: most fertile (1+) [1/3]

Jake stood trembling in the opulent chamber, the violet velvet walls shimmering under the chandelier's golden glow. The crimson carpet felt soft beneath his bare feet as the spiced air wrapped around him like a lover's breath. His pulse thudded wildly, the lingering sensation of the healer's lick still tingling on his cheek, a strange prelude to the two towering women before him—Kalia and Mara—whose presence filled the room with a heady, primal allure.

Veyra stood beside him, her leather corset hugging her muscular curves, the scent of her—leather and spice—mingling with the room's warmth. She rested a firm hand on his shoulder, her golden eyes glinting with a mix of command and dark delight. "Pet, meet Kalia and Mara," Veyra purred, her voice low and rich, her fingers tightening briefly as she gestured to the pair, her touch grounding him in the moment.

"Kalia's our green-skinned temptress, a monster matriarch, and Mara's the human, bronze and insatiable," she continued. "They're the most fertile in Valthera—each bore quadruplets last time they swelled with life." Her words carried a sultry pride, her breath brushing his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Kalia's green skin glowed with a faint sheen, her curved horns catching the light. Her tight gown clung to her lush, wide hips and spilled over her heavy, rounded breasts, the fabric stretched taut across her form—ripe, maternal, and dripping with confidence. Mara's bronze skin shimmered like sun-warmed earth, her silk robe slipping low to bare the deep valley of her cleavage.

The fabric draped her thick thighs and plump ass in a way that begged to be touched, her dark hair cascading over her shoulder, framing eyes that smoldered with seasoned desire. They were breathtaking, their mature beauty a potent mix of nurturing and raw sensuality, but the thought of their fertility—quadruplets—made Jake's knees weak, his breath catching in his throat.

As Veyra spoke, Ssyra and Lyra approached the women, their movements deliberate, their eyes sharp with purpose. Ssyra's scales glinted as she circled Kalia, her leather harness barely containing her taut, reptilian curves, her tail swaying hypnotically as she murmured, "No mistakes this time—gotta be thorough."

She lifted Kalia's hands, inspecting her trimmed nails, then slid her clawed fingers lower, parting the gown's slit with a slow, teasing touch. "Spread for me, darling," she hissed, her voice a sultry rasp, and Kalia complied, her breath hitching as Ssyra's fingers dipped between her thighs, probing her slick heat with a firm, lingering stroke.

Ssyra's fingers then slipped back to circle and press into Kalia's tighter hole, her movements methodical yet charged with a dark, sensual edge. Lyra mirrored her, her sheer robe whispering against her lithe form as she faced Mara, her glowing eyes half-lidded with focus, her magic pulsing faintly as she cooed, "Hold still, sweet—safety first."

Her delicate hands roamed Mara's curves, sliding beneath the robe to trace her hips, then dipping low. Her fingers glided into Mara's warmth with a slow, deliberate thrust, curling gently before withdrawing to explore her rear, pressing in with a tender, probing touch that made Mara's lips part in a soft gasp.

The air thickened with their quiet moans, the women's bodies arching subtly under the invasive, intimate search. Their arousal was evident in the flush of their skin and the sticky sheen on Ssyra's and Lyra's fingers. Veyra's voice cut through the haze, low and steady as she leaned closer to Jake, her corset creaking.

Her breath was warm against his neck as she whispered, "A decade ago, a man like you was torn apart—spy from another kingdom, hiding among us for years, a sleeper cell with a dagger in her smile. We check everything now—nails, curves, every hidden place—to keep you whole, pet." Her hand slid down his arm, a possessive caress, her tone laced with a promise that did little to calm the tremor in his limbs.

Ssyra pulled back, her fingers glistening as she wiped them on her harness, her smirk wicked as she said, "All clear—wet and eager, but no threats here." Lyra withdrew too, her touch lingering on Mara's hip before stepping away, her voice soft as she added, "Safe—just hungry for him."

Ssyra shot Jake a fanged grin, her tail flicking as she purred, "Best of luck, softling—give 'em what they crave," before sauntering out. The door thudded shut with a finality that made his heart skip. Veyra's hand nudged him forward, her tone softening, rich with assurance as she said, "They'll be gentle, pet—Lyra and I will stay, watch over you, keep it sweet and slow. Ssyra's off to aid Tazka with the war."

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Lyra drifted to her side, her robe clinging to her pert breasts, her magic humming like a lover's sigh as she nodded. Her glowing eyes fixed on the unfolding scene, a quiet intensity in her stance. The doors closed, sealing Jake in with Kalia and Mara, their gazes smoldering.

The cavity search had left them flushed and visibly aroused, their breaths heavier, their bodies radiating heat. Jake's virgin nerves screamed, his pulse racing as he faced them—tall, hot, and dripping with milf-like allure—knowing the mechanics from countless fantasies but trembling at the reality of their towering, eager forms closing in.

Kalia glided forward, her tail swaying like a metronome of desire, her voice a velvet caress as she purred, "Oh, precious boy, look at you—shaking for us, so ripe and untouched." She seized his arms, her grip firm yet tender, pinning them to his sides as she leaned in.

Her full lips grazed his ear, her breath hot as she whispered, "You're our little slut tonight—let Mama melt you down, make you ours." Her curves pressed against him, soft and commanding, her scent earthy and intoxicating.