The room thrummed with a quiet intensity, the air thick with the scent of jasmine from the Herone candle flickering on the mahogany table, its flame casting trembling shadows across the trio.
The burgundy velvet chaise beneath them was warm, its fibers clinging to their sweatslicked skin, a soft anchor in the rising tide of their shared desire.
Love-chan and Tsukimi, their hearts bound to Midas with a devotion that pulsed in every glance, pressed closer to him, their breaths uneven, their bodies trembling with the raw vulnerability of their untouched states.
Their love for him was a living thing, woven into the way their fingers sought his skin and the way their eyes lingered on him, wide with trust and adoration.
Midas's fingers moved with a tender precision, his right hand tracing the soft, silken folds of Tsukimi's pussy.
Her labia, warm and slightly parted, glistened with her arousal, a clear, warm fluid that coated his fingertips, its faint musky scent mingling with the jasmine in the air.
Her clit, small and sensitive, pulsed under his slow, deliberate circles, each touch drawing a shudder from her tall, curvaceous frame.
"M-Midas," she whispered, her voice a fragile thread, barely audible over the soft crackle of the candle.
"I… I've never felt like this before." Her hips shifted, pressing into his hand, her inner walls clenching around his fingers as they dipped just inside her tight warmth.
Her thoughts were a whirlwind of shy adoration—He's everything to me… I want to give him all of me, ever. His it scared softened lack of hair, cascading past his hips, brushed against his arm, its silky strands catching the light as she leaned closer, her lips grazing his shoulder, tasting the faint salt of his skin.
His left hand found Love-chan's core, his fingers slipping between her slick folds, her pussy tight and dripping, the heat radiating from her.
Each gentle stroke of. His thumb sent a jolt through her, her hips bucking instinctively. "Fuck, Midas," she gasped, her voice raw, edged with a bold affection that belied her inexperience.
"You're… you're making my heart race." Her juices coated his hand, warm and viscous, a single bead trailing down her inner thigh, shimmering in the candlelight.
Her thoughts raced, a mix of joy and nervous excitement—I love him so much… he makes me feel alive, like I'm his and only his. Her shorter black hair clung to her neck, damp with sweat, as she gripped his hair, tugging gently, her lips parted as she panted, the taste of her own breath sharp and urgent.
The room was alive with sensation—the soft creak of the chaise, the slick, rhythmic glide of Midas's fingers, the girls' mingled gasps weaving a delicate tapestry of sound.
His white hair, streaked with faint silver, fell messily over his piercing blue eyes, which flickered with a controlled hunger as he leaned to kiss Love-chan's jaw, his lips warm and delectable.
"My sweet Love-chan," he murmured, his voice a low, resonant hum that seemed to vibrate through her.
"You're trembling for me… tell me what you want." His breath was hot against her ear, carrying the faint, intoxicating scent of roasted coconut and sea salt —a fragrance that seemed to wrap around her closest.
Love-chan's fingers fumbled at his belt, the leather smooth and warm from his body, the clink of the buckle a sharp note in the quiet. "I want… I want to feel you, Midas," she said, her voice soft but fervent, her purple eyes locking onto his with a devotion that made her chest ache.
"I want to be closer to you… please." Her fingers brushed the coarse fabric of his trousers, feeling the heat of his cock beneath, and her breath caught, a thrill of nervous anticipation coursing through her. He's so perfect… I love him, and I want him to know it, she thought, her lips grazing his ear, tasting the faint musk of his skin, warm and alive.
Tsukimi, her shyness giving way to the pull of her love, let her hands drift lower, her fingertips grazing the taut waistband of Midas's trousers.
Her touch was tentative, reverent, as if she were touching something sacred. "Midas," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, "I… I've always loved you. Since you saved me back then." Her lips pressed to his shoulder again, her teeth grazing lightly, a soft bite that left a warm, tingling mark.
The sensation sent a jolt through Midas, his breath sharpening, though his hands remained steady, his fingers curling gently inside her, coaxing a soft moan.
Her pussy pulsed, her walls tight and fluttering, her juices dripping onto the velvet, staining it with her desire. I'm his, even if I'm not the only one… I'll give Midas everything, she thought, her heart pounding as her hands grew bolder, slipping just beneath Midas' waistband, feeling the heat of Midas' skin.
"You're both so precious to me," Midas said, his voice thick with a twisted tenderness, his blue eyes softening as they met Tsukimi's, then Love-chan's.
"Tell me, my darlings, what does this feel like to you?" His fingers slowed, letting the tension build, his touch a delicate balance of control and care.
He leaned to kiss Tsukimi's forehead, her skin hot against his lips, her pulse fluttering beneath. "Does it feel like love?" he asked, his voice a velvet lure, his scent enveloping them, shifting subtly to match their desires—coconut for Love-chan, a hint of cedar for Tsukimi.
Tsukimi's cheeks flushed, her purple eyes shimmering with unshed tears of overwhelm and adoration.
"It… it feels like you're everywhere," she murmured, her voice breaking. "Like you're holding my heart in your hands."
Her hips rocked against his fingers, her clit throbbing under his touch, each movement sending a shiver through her.
Love-chan, her boldness tempered by her love, leaned closer, her lips brushing his cheek.
"It's like… you're setting me on fire, Midas," she said, her voice a mix of joy and desperation.
"I love you so much it hurts." Her pussy clenched around his fingers, a bead of sweat trailing down her spine, pooling at the small of her back.
The room was a sanctuary of flickering shadows, the single candle on the mahogany table casting a warm, amber glow that traced the edges of their bodies like a lover's tentative touch. The air was thick, heavy with the floral bite of jasmine undercut by the raw, primal scent of their sweat and arousal—a musky tang that lingered in the nose, grounding and intoxicating. The burgundy velvet chaise beneath them was warm, its fibers clinging to their damp skin, a soft creak sounding with every subtle shift, as if the room itself were breathing alongside them. Lovechan and Tsukimi, their hearts tethered to Midas by a love that burned fierce and unshakable, pressed closer to him, their breaths shallow, their bodies trembling with the weight of their unspoken desires. Their eyes—Lovechan's alight with bold, joyful adoration, Tsukimi's shimmering with shy, reverent devotion—locked onto his, each glance a silent offering of their souls.
Midas's fingers moved with a calculated tenderness, his right hand tracing the warm, silken folds of Tsukimi's pussy, her labia soft and slick, parting under his touch like petals under rain. Her clit, small and pulsing, quivered as he grazed it with slow, deliberate circles, each stroke c, butoaxing a soft tremor from her tall, curvaceous frame. Her arousal dripped onto his fingers, warm and clear, a faint bead trailing down her inner thigh, catching the candlelight like a tear. "MMidas," she stammered, her voice a fragile whisper, barely rising above the candle's faint crackle. "It feels… like you're pulling me apart and holding me together all at once." Her long black hair, spilling past her hips, brushed against his arm, its cool, silky strands a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her skin. Her thoughts were a quiet tumult—He's everything I've ever wanted… I'm scared, but I want to give him every piece of me, even if it breaks me. Her lips pressed to his shoulder, tasting the salt of his skin, her breath hot and uneven as her fingers clutched his chiseled chest, trembling with the intensity of her love.
His left hand explored Lovechan's core, fingers slipping through her tight, dripping folds, her clit warm and swollen under his careful strokes. Her pussy clenched around him, her juices warm and viscous, a slow drip pooling on the velvet, its musky scent weaving into the jasmine like a forbidden promise. "Fuck, Midas," she breathed, her voice raw with affection, "you're making my whole body scream for you." Her shorter black hair clung to her neck, damp with sweat, and her thoughts raced—I love him so much it's like a fire in my chest… I want him to consume me, to make me his in every way. Her hands gripped his hair, tugging gently, her lips parted as she panted, the sharp, metallic tang of her breath filling her senses.
He leaned to kiss Love-chan's jaw, his lips warm and deliberate, tasting the faint salt of her skin, then turned to Tsukimi, brushing his mouth against her temple, her pulse fluttering beneath.
"My beautiful girls," he murmured, his voice a deep, velvet hum that sank into their bones, "tell me what's burning in your hearts. I want to taste every thought."
Love-chan's fingers worked at his belt, the leather warm and smooth, the buckle's soft clink a sharp note in the quiet.
"I want you, Midas," she said, her voice thick with devotion, her purple eyes shimmering with a love that made her chest ache.
"It's like… you're my whole fucking world, and I want to show you how much." Her fingers grazed the coarse fabric of his trousers, feeling the brutal heat of his cock beneath, and her breath caught, a thrill of nervous excitement coursing through her. He's everything I've ever dreamed of… I want him to feel my love, to know I'd do anything for him, she thought, her lips brushing his ear, tasting the faint musk of his skin, warm and alive.
"Do you feel it too?" she whispered, her voice trembling with raw need, her eyes searching his for a spark of reciprocation.
Tsukimi's hands, driven by her quiet devotion, slid lower, her fingertips hesitating at the waistband of his trousers, her touch reverent, as if she were handling something sacred.
"I've loved you since you saved me," she whispered, her voice barely audible, thick with vulnerability. "This… It's like you're holding my heart in your hands." Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, her walls tight and fluttering, her juices dripping onto the velvet, a soft, wet sound blending with their breaths. Her thoughts were a tender ache—I know I'm not the only one, but he makes me feel so safe… I love him so much it's terrifying. She pressed her lips to his shoulder, her tongue grazing his skin, the salt grounding her as her heart pounded.
"Midas… am I enough for you?" she asked, her purple eyes wide, shimmering with a mix of adoration and quiet fear, her voice breaking on the edge of hope.
"You're more than enough," Midas replied, his voice a low, resonant growl, his blue eyes softening as they met theirs, a flicker of his possessive nature glinting beneath the care. "You're mine, both of you—every gasp, every tremble, it's all I crave." He slowed his fingers, letting the tension build, his touch a delicate dance of control and tenderness. "What do you want now, my loves? Tell me what's screaming inside you." His lips brushed Tsukimi's forehead, her skin hot and flushed, then Love-chan's ear, his breath warm, stirring a shiver that ran down her spine.
Love-chan's boldness surged, her love fueling her courage. "I want to touch you," she said, her voice a mix of joy and desperate need.
"I want to feel you, Midas… to make you feel what I'm feeling." Her fingers slipped beneath his waistband, grazing the warm, taut skin of his lower abdomen, her touch eager but trembling, her heart pounding with the thrill of her desire.
I want to worship him, to show him how much he means to me, she thought, her fingers brushing the base of his cock, hard and pulsing, a faint bead of precum slick against her fingertips.
Tsukimi, her shyness melting under the weight of her love, nodded faintly, her cheeks flushed. "I want that too," she murmured, her voice soft but resolute.
"I want to… make you happy, like you're doing for us." Her hands mirrored Love-chan's, slipping beneath his trousers, her fingertips trembling as they grazed his skin, warm and firm, the faint scent of his arousal mingling with his coconut and cedar fragrance.
Midas's eyes darkened, a faint red glint flickering in their depths as he leaned back, guiding their hands lower, his trousers sliding down to reveal the hard, ten-inch, girthy cock, thick length of his cock, pulsing with heat.
"Show me," he said, his voice a low, commanding purr, thick with lust and possession.
"Show me how much you love me." Love-chan's breath hitched, her fingers wrapping around him, the skin hot and smooth, a faint vein pulsing under her touch.
"Fuck, Midas," she whispered, her voice trembling with awe, "you're… perfect." Tsukimi's hand followed, tentative but driven, her fingers brushing against Love-chan's as they explored him together, their breaths mingling in the air.
"I want to please you," Tsukimi murmured, her voice barely a whisper, her heart racing as she leaned closer, her lips grazing his chest, tasting the salt and heat of his skin.
Sorry, I've been sick badly. I will focus on making R+18 longer, as well as adding romance. One thing, Midas is manipulating, I've been so ill, I can barely look at my phone, I barely wrote this Ridiculous chapter, sorry it's Ass, also grammar as well, English isn't my first language.