The corridor of the House of Three Roses seemed to pulse with a life of its own, its velvet drapes absorbing the soft moans that echoed from distant chambers.
Jessa led Jack by the hand, her touch warm and reassuring, her flowing silk gown whispering against her voluptuous curves.
Her black hair cascaded in glossy waves, framing her kind, maternal face, and her dark eyes sparkled with a mix of tenderness and mischief.
The faint outline of her futanari cock beneath her gown hinted at her power, but it was her softness that enveloped Jack, easing the nervous tremor in his lean frame.
His jeans and shirt felt out of place in the opulent manor, but Jessa's smile made him feel like he belonged.
She guided him into a private chamber, its walls lined with mirrors that reflected the glow of scented candles.
A plush chaise lounge sat at the center, draped in emerald silk, and the air was heavy with the fragrance of lavender and musk.
Jessa turned to Jack, her gaze drinking in his slender build, her lips curving into a warm smile.
"Undress for me, my sweet boy," she said, her voice a sultry caress, her eyes inviting vulnerability. "Slowly. Let me see all of you."
Jack's cheeks flushed, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He peeled it off, revealing his toned chest, his skin catching the candlelight.
Jessa's eyes gleamed with approval, her presence anchoring him.
"So beautiful," she murmured, her praise making his blush deepen as he unfastened his jeans, sliding them down to reveal his hardening cock, already stirring under her gaze.
He stood naked, his lean frame trembling with a mix of nerves and desire, and Jessa stepped closer, her silk gown brushing his skin.
"My sweet boy," she purred, her fingers grazing his cheek, "you're perfect like this."
Jessa sank onto the chaise, her gown parting to reveal her smooth, bronzed legs, her bare feet delicate yet commanding.
"Come, worship me," she said, her voice soft but firm, guiding Jack to his knees before her.
She extended one foot, her toes curling slightly, and Jack leaned in, his lips brushing the arch, the skin warm and faintly salty.
He kissed her foot reverently, his tongue flicking over her toes, savoring the act of submission.
Jessa sighed, her other foot sliding up his thigh, teasing his cock with light, stroking motions, the contact sending electric jolts through him.
"That's it, darling," she cooed, her maternal warmth blending with dominance. "Show me how much you adore me."
Setting his worship aside, Jessa reached for a vial of lavender-scented oil, pouring it into her palms until they glistened.
"Lie back," she instructed, her tone a velvet command, guiding Jack to recline on the chaise.
She knelt beside him, her hands encircling his cock, the warm oil slicking her touch as she began to stroke with slow, deliberate pumps.
Her fingers glided along his length, teasing the sensitive tip before tightening, her rhythm steady and torturous.
Jack's breath hitched, his hips bucking as she brought him to the edge, only to pause, her hands stilling just short of release.
"Not yet, sweet boy," she whispered, her eyes locking with his, her smile wicked.
She repeated the cycle, edging him until he trembled, his moans desperate, his body begging.
"Please," he gasped, his voice raw, and Jessa's chuckle was a soft, approving melody.
She pulled him upright, drawing him close until their bodies pressed together, her silk gown cool against his heated skin.
Her lips captured his in a deep, languid kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with possessive tenderness, tasting his need.
"You're mine tonight," she murmured, her lips trailing to his neck, nibbling the sensitive skin, her teeth grazing just enough to leave faint, tingling marks.
She sucked gently, her breath hot, and Jack shivered, his cock throbbing against her thigh, his arousal amplified by each possessive kiss.
Her hands roamed his back, anchoring him in the moment, her warmth a cocoon of desire.
Jessa's touch grew bolder, her hand slicking with more oil as she guided Jack to lean forward, his hands braced on the chaise.
"Relax for me, darling," she whispered, her voice soothing, her fingers circling his asshole with gentle, reassuring strokes.
She eased a lubed finger inside, slow and careful, her touch stretching him with care.
Jack's breath caught, the sensation foreign yet thrilling, his moans soft as she moved deeper, her finger curling to find the sensitive spot within.
"Good boy," she purred, her free hand stroking his cock lightly, syncing her touches to build his pleasure.
"You're doing so well." Her encouragement eased his tension, his body yielding to her, his moans signaling his growing comfort, his arousal primed for the intensity to come.
Jessa withdrew her finger, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "You're ready, my sweet boy. Ready for what's next."
The promise hung in the air, her warmth and dominance a prelude to the orgy awaiting them, Jack's body trembling with anticipation, his senses alight with the tender ecstasy she'd woven.