As I took a step back, my senses were greeted by a delightful contrast. One feet met the cool, smooth marble floor beneath, sending a shiver up my spine, while the other sank into the welcoming embrace of a luxurious, velvety carpet.
With Fae and Elva securely in my embrace, I allowed myself to fall gently onto the nearby beds. I whisked us away to a more intimate and smaller bedrooms, a departure from the grandeur of the master bedroom we had previously occupied.
I ventured into the two distinct bedrooms, driven by the curiosity to explore the boundaries of this unique ability.
As I scanned the two bedrooms, I checked my senses, and it appeared that my two bodies were functioning perfectly, despite the bedrooms being far apart.
While I was momentarily distracted, Elva, who appeared to have undergone a subtle transformation, gracefully rose from my lap. Her softness transitioned into a more solemn demeanour, and she locked her eyes with mine.
At that moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, and her expression conveyed an unmistakable gravity. She then knelt before me, her actions and demeanour revealing a profound level of seriousness.
She reached out to grasp my veiny manhood, her touch electric, hinting at a hidden depth of emotion and purpose. The tension in the room was palpable, and the air thick with anticipation.
As her delicate hands enveloped my sensitive finger, a rush of sensation surged through me, causing me to involuntarily draw in sharp breaths.
Fae, who had been passionately kissing me, sensed my abrupt pause and pulled away, her emerald eyes reflecting concern. She anxiously inquired, "Did I hurt you, Master♡?" Her voice trembled with fear that she might have unintentionally caused me discomfort.
With a reassuring smile, I whispered, "No, it's nothing." My gaze lingered on her, assuring her that no harm had been done. Her lingering fear was palpable, but I intended to dispel it.
Our lips met once more, and I kissed her with gentle and tender passion, aiming to soothe her concerns and replace them with desire.
After parting from the kiss, I held her gaze and said, "See, I'm alright," my voice carrying the warmth of reassurance. Her beautiful face retained a dreamy expression from our connection, and I couldn't resist the magnetic pull to lean in once more, capturing her soft, pink lips.
Amid our fervent exchange, as I lost myself in the sensual dance of our tongues, an intriguing realization dawned on me. My two forms were functioning autonomously, allowing me to compartmentalize and control my emotions separately. This realization brought a wave of contentment, emboldening me to deepen the kiss, making it even sloppier and more passionate.
I continued to savour Fae's delightful taste while simultaneously Elva played her part with meticulous attention. Her delicate hand stroked my pulsating member with deliberate slowness, each movement a tantalizing caress.
Elva lifted her head with a serious expression and voiced her remorse, "I didn't fulfil my duty in the bathroom, My Lord. I failed you," her sapphire eyes exuded unwavering determination, "please allow me the chance to rectify that error."
As I beheld her resolute gaze and heard her plea, I couldn't help but nod, my desire and anticipation intensifying.
In response to my nod, Elva leaned in closer, her soft, straight black hair draping over her face as she opened her mouth and sensually licked the tip of my member.
An electrifying sensation coursed through my body like a surge of electricity as Elva continued her teasing. Her tongue worked its magic with deliberate precision, sending waves of pleasure through my senses.
When she decided to take me into her small mouth, the sensation was nothing short of intoxicating. Her tongue moved in a seductive, circular motion, each swirl sending shockwaves of delight through me.
The pleasure was so intense that I found myself gritting my teeth to contain it. Unable to resist, I placed both of my hands on her head, a silent, but unmistakable, encouragement for her to continue her skilled ministrations.
Buoyed by my silent encouragement, she took the bold step to go deeper. Slowly, she began to lower her head, trying to accommodate more.
However, her efforts met a momentary hiccup as a gag reflex overcame her, forcing her to withdraw for a brief moment, her determination undiminished.
She pressed on with unwavering determination, making another attempt to take me deeper. Her commitment was palpable as she succeeded in going halfway, her efforts marked by a captivating blend of desire and ambition.
However, she reached her limit, and with great care, she withdrew, leaving me glistening with a coat of saliva.
As she turned her face, wearing a sad expression due to her perceived failure, I couldn't help but respond with tenderness. I gently caressed her hair, seeking to comfort and encourage her.
She lifted her eyes to meet mine, and as she felt the warmth of my caress, her sadness began to dissipate. A subtle smile graced her lips, and with renewed determination, she resumed her efforts.
