My half-flaccid cock remained the centre of Aclysia’s attention until I stepped aside. Options on what to do while I was in my refractory period had expanded just a tad with an additional woman in the bedroom and would expand further as we added more haremettes and toys. Aclysia’s emerald eyes wandered to the Queen still working her cunt.
Blushing, squirming, and in a lustful haze, the pale half-elf received the oral attention, hips rolling seekingly. The lady of my love laid on her back, her face largely hidden by the cunt and plump thighs hovering above it. Her curvaceous body trembled on occasion. Large breasts jiggled from every tiny shift of her chest. The insides of her thighs were wet from the repeated orgasms. A string of plastic fibre half clung to her swollen sex, connected to the vibrator inside her.
Attractive as it was to watch one sex slave pleasure the other, my mood did not fit just watching them. More than that, I owed them a debt. Good girls that they were, they would insist I did not, but I did, and a good dom knew when to repay favours.
I put a hand on the side of Aclysia’s face, causing her heated gaze to rise to me in adoration and subservient lust. “H-how ma-ah-y I be of service, my one and only Ma-ah-ster?” she gasped.
“Be as lovely as you already are,” I answered, causing her to let out a squeak of barely withheld insanity. Watching her teeter at the brink of obsession was twice as hot knowing she was not going to fall completely. “Then, my sex slave, make out with your fellow tool of my desires. Enjoy each other.”
“Thank you, Master!” Aclysia’s cry of gratitude was genuine.
She and Esther moved in unison to see my command fulfilled. The bedroom rearranged itself according to my command… well, the important parts of the bedroom did. My lovely cocksleeves ended one entanglement to engage in another. Esther half sat up, Aclysia half laid down, and in the middle their red and pink lips met.
“Delicious Aclysia,” Esther managed to swoon between kisses. They were hungry for each other, eager to engage like every man dreamed their haremettes would be. Their love for each other was no lesser than their love for me, for it was the same love for this Anomalia. Opinions on individual members would vary as the harem grew, but the harem should always deeply love itself. If that was not the case, then that was a recipe for a disaster and a hindrance for hot sights like this.
Esther took the dominant role in the kiss, a fact that equally spoke to the mild switch tendencies of my first sex slave and the unabating submissiveness of my second. Their tongues whirled. My order was the catalyst, but their enjoyment of one another was rising all on its own.
Kneading the handfuls of Esther’s massive tits, the maid aided our raven-haired Queen’s mounting bliss. Simultaneously, the fingers of the amber-eyed woman found their place between Aclysia’s legs. The maid softly twisted nipples, making the lesser of the two masochists gasp just as Esther’s fingers curved into the drenched cunt of the half-elf.
They grinded against each other, seeking closeness that was, by the barrier of their skin, impossible. They squirmed and moaned, always making out while they carefully moved towards orgasm together. Recent focus may have been to pleasure me orally, yet there had been plenty of opportunities for them to learn about each other just like this. Aclysia had been very well prepared for it, always knowing she would be a woman in a harem one day. Esther was a natural and all too eager to make up for missing knowledge. Likely, they knew the other’s body better than their own just after this week.
Neither of them knew the other as well as I did both, however.
Noting that Aclysia, ever on a hair trigger, was still greatly aroused from being roughly used as my comfort hole, I decided to intervene. To aid in the timing of the mutual orgasm, I lowered my head to the level of Esther’s cunt. I gently pulled at the plastic rope. Her twitching folds resisted the removal of the vibrator for a little bit, but soon I held the fully drenched object. It was shaped roughly like an egg. A line ran around its circumference, so it could be opened if the insides ever needed repair.
Right now, it was buzzing perfectly fine. Holding it gently, so the slippery smooth thing wouldn’t get away from me, I pressed it against Esther’s revealed button. The touch of the vibrator on her most sensitive spot had her shout, the sound muffled and slurred by mashing lips and whirling tongues. Reluctant as Aclysia was to act sadistically, even she seized on an obvious opportunity. Her fingers twisted Esther’s sensitive nipples just a little harder.
My tongue invaded my queen’s quivering quim at that second. A gush of sweet honey greeted my effort. Pleased, I hummed and reached over, putting my larger hand on Esther’s. I had to guide her to resume the movement of her fingers, the motor control lost in a pre-orgasmic spike of pleasure.
The kissing grew twice as heated and thrice as sloppy until the growing pleasure broke the engagement of their lips entirely. A string of saliva between their outstretched tongues glistened in the little light of the room, traces of seed and precum making the mixture more gooey than usual. The two had been a mess before, their faces marked by rough oral sex and now they were pouty, shaped to perfection by debauchery.
Both of my sex slaves were vibrating with intensifying need. They were at the cusp of release. Had I not been there, I wonder if they would have found it. They were both so used to having things be done onto them, in the most positive sense of that phrase, that they nearly halted serving the other in the final moments of growing pleasure.
The potential that they wouldn’t have only made my guidance as their dom that much more satisfying.
Licking Esther and guiding her fingers, I brought the pair to a simultaneous orgasm. Pussies twitched and eyelids fluttered as sweaty curves bent in spasmic throes of bliss. ‘Are they not the most gorgeous things anyone has ever seen?’ I thought, beholding them with my (who would have doubted?) impartial gaze. ‘Heaving breaths and notes whispered by moans, music that even siren gods must be envious of.’
I stroked their thighs as their orgasms ran their course, enjoying the sensation of every little pulse travelling through the muscles of their legs. Collapsed, they laid next to each other and gazed up at me, now sitting before them, my hands travelling to their squishy derrieres. They were like books that had opened themselves for me, eagerly letting me exploit all their contents for our mutual delight.
My vigour was not yet fully restored and so I continued this approach. Sapphic activity had come to a near halt. While the two post-orgasmic submissives remained shoulder to shoulder, their closest contact was limited to the occasional kiss. Esther’s drenched fingers had retreated from the quim of her fellow haremette, leaving them both fully focused on me.
I pulled Esther’s hand to my lips, tasting the honey coating her digits. A lick, a kiss, and then I was back to caressing the inside of her thighs. I lingered where the sinew was attached to her pelvis, just marvelling at the way she was crafted in all of her corded thickness. Following down her leg, I let my lips press against the part that was firmest and softest. Then I made the little leap from the tanned leg to its pale neighbour.
Aclysia reacted even to that tiny touch with a moan. She twitched, as if hit by an electric surge. I laughed, deep and pleased, as I made my way up her thigh. The bottom-heavy half-elf was just delectable. The view up her midriff was all the more erotic for how stark the difference between the width of her hips and the slenderness of her shoulders was.
“Your appreciation of thighs is amusing, my Karitas,” Esther whispered.
“Amuse yourself, then, lady of my love, for I do not plan to stop appreciating them any time soon.” I gave the plump leg beneath me a teasing love bite to underscore the words. Aclysia laughed a little. Slender fingers ran through my hair, gentle nudges requesting I get closer to the swollen mound that rose a flushed pink from the surrounding white.
I obliged, finding my lips pressed against the hole that ropes had teased and Esther’s fingers had rubbed to completion. The rope was still there, just pushed to the side, settled on the border of groin and thigh. My tongue pushed deep into her tunnel, tasting the overabundance of her love juice.
“Master… oh, yes, Master!” Aclysia moaned. With half a mind, I remembered the vibrator still in my hand. I shut it down, then tossed the remote and toy onto the mattress a bit away from us. My now empty hands took hold of Aclysia’s thighs.
Legs of muscle and squish wrapped around my head. My tongue curved, pushing and prodding the sensitive spots hidden among her folds. Rigorous tongue-fucking made my Aclysia cry sweet tones of worship. Esther observed it closely, hugging the white-haired woman from the side. Her jealous nature slumbering deeply, the first of my harem was fully enticed by the sight of me eating out another woman. Our eyes crossed and she bit her lower lip, urging me to continue with an approving nod. Aclysia’s emerald stare was glassy and absent, her will once more dissolved, surrendered to my actions.
She was about to orgasm again. I was going to make it as intense as I could.
For that, I disentangled myself from the soft embrace of her legs. Esther had to back away a little when I put one hand on Aclysia’s throat and pinned her on the mattress. I wasn’t choking her this time around, I just kept her down while my other hand roamed down to her wet cunt. Middle and ring fingers curved inside, pressing against the roof of her pussy, and finding the most sensitive bundle of nerves past her entrance.
Immediately I started to finger her at a blurring speed. The motions of my arm were more of an up and down than an in and out. The whole of her lower body shook from the intensity of the fingering. Thighs quaked, hips bucked, and her midriff rolled. Further up, her petite breasts rose and fell in unsteady breaths, a motion that soon stopped. Aclysia’s mouth opened wide, pink lips stretched in an O-shape. All of her was tense. Then, she came.
It was an explosive event. Pussy juice gushed around my fingers. The emphasized bottom of the well-raised lady shook like that of an animal in heat. Her hands found my arm, pulling it down. The plea did not have to be spoken to be understood and I proceeded to actually choke her. “Such a good, naughty girl,” I declared, my fingers still working her squirting cunt. “Keep cumming for me. Good girl, goo—od girl.”
The hitch in my voice came from Esther deciding to take a little bit of initiative. Bowed over Aclysia’s midriff, the raven-haired lady had wrapped her red lips around my cock like a truly enthusiastic nymphomaniac. My half-erect cock twitched under her worshipping tongue.
I was getting harder, perhaps hard enough to work with, but not quite hard enough to feel like I was at peak performance again. “Such naughty, good girls,” I purred, to the shared glee of both submissives.
Aclysia began to calm down, which was my cue to switch back over to the first of my women. It was delectably difficult to get Esther off my dick and back into a lying position. I would have kissed her too, had her face not still been an erotic mess of saliva, precum and actual cum. “I hope my autonomous serving was desired?”
“It was,” I told her. Domination and submission was a bit like a dance. While I did lead and she did follow, there was more to it than that binary. Plus, she wasn’t entirely submissive, unlike the panting second of my harem. “Time for your reward.”
My idea of a reward was, broadly speaking, a bit of a reward for myself. I rolled Aclysia on top of Esther. Pussy to pussy, the two women laid, giving me a feast for eyes and tongue. Round butts filled my field of view as I leaned in and worked Esther’s cunt with my tongue again.
Relaxed minutes followed. There was a lull in the atmosphere, a natural downturn to the level of ecstasy that just could not be sustained forever. We were all recharging our erotic batteries, so to say, and we did so with gentle moans and purrs. My tongue tasted them one after the other, keeping them engaged in the blissful mood.
“Master…” Esther sighed.
“Master,” Aclysia swooned.
Their voices were the last things I needed to push me to ready hardness again.
