The kissing began slowly—passionate, thirsty. Elara claimed his mouth first, moaning into the kiss as his tongue dominated hers. Lirael pressed against his side, lips on his neck, whispering, "I've dreamed of this since the violin… take me, my lord."
Vespera dropped to her knees, hands trembling as she tugged his trousers down. His thick cock sprang free—heavy, veined, already leaking. She moaned reverently. "So beautiful… so much bigger than my husband's…"
She took him into her mouth with a wet, hungry sound—sucking greedily, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering with bliss.
Isolde and Thalira joined her on their knees, licking along the shaft, tongues meeting in sloppy, eager kisses around his girth.
Mirael pressed behind him, kissing his broad back, hands roaming his abs. "I commanded men all my life… now I want to be commanded by you."
Aiden groaned, fingers threading through hair—guiding Vespera deeper until she gagged softly, saliva dripping down her chin onto her heavy breasts.
