I crawled over to Esme while Ayla sat up.
But when I closed in for a kiss, Esme stopped me with her hand. She shook her head. “No, Remy. I don’t deserve to be kissed on the lips. I’m only a servant here. For my king and queen.”
I scratched my head. Wait… was this what they called roleplaying? I once took a girl home after a night of drinking who wanted me to roleplay as her father. I am almost ashamed to say it, but I was so horny – and such successes were so rare – that I just went with it.
Roleplaying as someone’s father was disgusting, but I had nothing against roleplaying as a king. And if Esme wanted to be our servant – if that’s what gave her pleasure – then I was all for it.
So instead of kissing Esme, I kissed Ayla, letting Esme watch. I lovingly made out with my queen, letting my hands freely roam about her curves and breasts.
Esme’s breathing got heavy just from watching. She took off her skirt, revealing soaked panties. I wanted to reach out and touch them, but a king wouldn’t touch his servant.
“Exposing yourself like this is not proper, Esme,” I said.
“I’m sorry,” Esme replied. “I just wanted to—”
“Don’t talk back to your king. How dare you consider your own pleasure over ours?”
“I’m sorry. Please don’t punish me.”
“You will be punished. There’s no escaping that. But for now, your queen needs a shoulder massage.”
“Yes, my king.”
We all moved to the floor bed. Ayla and I sat facing each other, while Esme got behind her and started massaging her shoulders. Ayla and I continued to make out, touching each other wherever we desired.
I stood. Precum glistened on my cock, and I wanted Ayla to taste it.
She got on her knees so her lips were facing my cock, while Esme continued to massage her back.
Ayla started stroking my cock. She was my queen, so I’d let her do what she wanted. Let her pleasure me by her whims. She licked my tip, precum getting on her tongue and lips. She licked it up and swallowed.
“Mmm. You taste so good, King Remy.”
“Would you like some more?”
She nodded and went back to caressing my cock with her tongue. I held her hand. Ayla’s long, green hair kept falling onto her face, and she kept having to push it back, interrupting her pleasuring of my cock.
“Servant,” I said to Esme. “Do you not see the queen struggling with her hair?”
“I’m sorry, my king.”
Esme gathered Ayla’s hair lovingly and held it back. She watched as Ayla swallowed my cock. It was home. Such a warm, moist, and inviting refuge. Ayla seemed to know by instinct how to give a sumptuous blow job.
I wasn’t going to last much longer. Ayla was savoring her lollipop, her tongue making sure to moisten every part. With how my legs twitched, she must’ve known I was near. She fondled my balls and stroked my shaft while her tongue and mouth enveloped my tip. Such a perfect technique. The volcano prepared to erupt.
Mount Saint Helens exploded. It must’ve surprised her, because she flinched backward. My cum spurted onto her lips and cheeks and nose, with only some going in her mouth. But she continued to stroke and lick, eager to milk every drop.
I must’ve unloaded a gallon. Waves of ecstasy washed over me as I fell to my knees. My seed had drenched Ayla. Cum had gotten in her hair and on her nipples.
I let myself breathe. I looked over at Esme. Her panties were soaked, and she was staring at the mess I’d made on Ayla, entranced.
Good thing we had a servant to clean it up.
“Servant, aren’t you going to clean up this mess?”
Esme nodded, her excitement causing her whole body to shake. “Yes, my king.”
She shuffled to Ayla’s front. Surprise at what was about to happen showed in Ayla’s green eyes.
“It’s all right,” she said. “You don’t have to.”
I didn’t want to cross any boundaries of Ayla’s. But I knew that Esme badly wanted to clean her.
“Ayla,” I said. “Be honest. Would it give you pleasure if your friend cleaned you?”
Ayla looked into Esme’s eyes. Esme smiled at her and nodded. Then Ayla looked up at me and nodded. Good. We all wanted it to happen.
“Do as you were ordered, servant,” I said.
Esme began by slurping up the cum on Ayla’s breasts.
“My queen, you have such perfect breasts,” Esme said. “Mine are so small in comparison.”
Ayla moaned when Esme’s tongue crossed her nipple.
“Clean her properly, servant,” I said. “I don’t want to see a drop on my queen’s beautiful body. Do a thorough job and we may just reward you.”
Esme nodded, then gave Ayla’s breasts another round of licking.
“Good,” I said.
With Ayla’s breasts cleaned, the two friends sat face to face. Esme had her choice of where to clean next. I was delighted to see her begin by sucking the seed dangling from Ayla’s chin. Then she licked across Ayla’s bottom lip. Ayla let out another gentle moan.
It was then that I noticed Ayla hadn’t swallowed my sperm. She still had a generous amount on her tongue, as if she didn’t know what to do with it.
“Servant, open your mouth.”
Esme did as told. Ayla let the cum in her mouth fall into Esme’s. But Esme was so eager, she slurped it as it fell.
My dick was hard again. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
“Can I swallow it, my king?”
I nodded. “Of course. There’s still much for you to clean.”
Esme swallowed. She moaned in pleasure and licked her lips. “It tastes so sweet.”
“There’s more for you to taste.”
Esme licked Ayla’s lips, then cheeks, then nose. She sucked up every last drop of my seed. All the while, Ayla looked on, almost speechless. While Esme and I were enjoying the roleplay, it seemed Ayla was somewhat overwhelmed. But it was likely due to her inexperience, not because she wasn’t enjoying it. After all, she’d made clear how much she liked Esme, even saying she was jealous of me. Now, she could do whatever she wanted to Esme. Perhaps she was hesitant because she wasn’t sure of Esme’s boundaries.
“Queen,” I said. “How shall we reward our servant?”
From the way Ayla’s eyes shifted, she seemed to be thinking up something. She was just reluctant to let it out. I'd have to help her.
"Queen.” I bent down and stroked Ayla’s beautiful hair, then gave her a kiss. “I think the honor of tasting your pussy would be a fitting reward. I enjoyed it so much, and our servant looked on in jealousy as I did.” I turned to Esme. “Would that please you, servant?”
She nodded with such an eager delight.
“I want to give her more than that,” Ayla said. “I’ll reward her by making her my plaything.” She took my hand. “Our plaything.”
Now that surprised me. It showed that Ayla was really getting stuck into the fun. I couldn’t help but grin.
“Yes. We’ll do whatever we want to her,” I said. “We haven’t yet punished her for her earlier mistake. It’ll be both a punishment and a reward.”
Esme crawled in between us, her eagerness to be our plaything making her twitch and shake. I cradled her head in my lap, then stuck a finger in her mouth. Esme sucked on it as if it were my cock.
Meanwhile, Ayla rubbed Esme’s wet panties. She pulled them off; they were dripping. Then she inserted the tip of her finger into Esme’s pussy. Esme moaned with utter delight.
I fondled Esme’s breasts. After spending so much time with Ayla’s pair, Esme’s seemed small in comparison. Still, they were shaped to perfection, and I so enjoyed how I could scoop an entire breast in my grip.
Ayla had two fingers in Esme’s hole, now. She finger banged her, speed increasing by the second. Esme cried out as if she were getting fucked. I pinched her nipples lightly, giving her some pleasurable pain.
“King,” Ayla said. “Our servant needs a proper fucking. Would you give her the honor of your delicious cock?”
I nodded. “She deserves it for cleaning you so thoroughly.”
Ayla and I switched positions. Esme had already made this part of the bed so moist with her dripping juice. I rammed my cock in, not caring to be gentle with our servant. After all, her purpose was to pleasure me.
While I fucked Esme, I leaned forward and gave Ayla a kiss. She had Esme’s head in her lap and was stroking her hair.
I whispered in Ayla’s ear, “She would love it if you sat on her face.” So would I, obviously.
Ayla grinned. She faced away from me, her luscious ass on full view. One day, I hoped to bury my face in there, too. She straddled her pussy in front of Esme’s face. I could hear how eagerly Esme slurped and licked, and it made me want to explode.
But I had to give my servant a good, proper ramming. I pounded Esme’s pussy, her moans muffled by Ayla’s pussy. I lamented not being able to see that action in full view, though the sight of Ayla’s ass was a wonderful consolation.
I grabbed Esme’s breasts as I thrust deeper. I gave her nipples a good pinch. I wanted her to feel pleasure everywhere. I grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her up a bit so I could ram even harder.
As I thrust, her moisture engulfed my cock and spilled out. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Even Ayla was moaning as if she were about to come; Esme’s tongue must’ve been so eager.
I made sure to deposit my seed in the deepest part of Esme, thrusting as it spilled out of me. Delight made my entire body shake. My cum seemed endless enough to fill her.
When I was finally empty, I withdrew and beheld the warm mess of our fluids on the bed. It all smelled so good.
“You have one more task, servant.” I tapped Alya so she’d get off Esme’s face.
I pointed to my cum stain on the bed. Esme eagerly bent down and slurped it up, tasting her own juices as well as mine. Just the sight of it made me so happy.
When she was done, we all lay together, me in the middle. With no energy to even speak, sleep descended like that hammer I’d used to shatter the knight.
In the morning, we ate fruits that Ayla had kept in her soul storage.
“These enchanted, by any chance?” Esme asked her friend.
Ayla shook her head. “I wish.”
“What do enchanted fruits do?” I asked while chewing my blue watermelon. It tasted like a normal watermelon, but with blue curacao added in.
“You get bonuses that last several hours or even an entire day,” Ayla answered. “Like increased speed or power or even more mana.”
That sounded useful. Too useful to be cheap. “How expensive are they?”
“My storage is bursting with soulcores,” Esme said. “I’m sure we can afford at least one mana banana.”
Esme and Ayla giggled.
“Are mana bananas actually a thing?” I asked, dumbfounded.
They giggled again.
“Remember when you stole one right off a cart?” Ayla said.
Esme nodded. “I stuffed it in my pants.” She chuckled. So they were real.
They must’ve been referencing the time when they’d hunt for scraps to eat. Neither of them would ever go hungry, now that I was around to care for them. They’d never be mistreated. Never be left to fend for themselves against monsters or men.
On the topic of monsters, we’d barely explored the palace. With Esme and Ayla’s mana fully charged, and with Ayla’s wind hammer in my hands, I could finally fight those Headless Knights.
We ate and chatted. There was no mention of what we three did last night. It was like it never happened, although there was a spicy undercurrent whenever we gazed into each other’s eyes. I especially noticed it when Esme and Ayla looked at each other. They’d moved beyond friendship in the most unexpected way.
I suppose the specifics of what we did was almost unmentionable. Good. I liked the idea of it being a dirty secret that we’d keep between the three of us. In the daytime, we could act like Esme and Ayla were merely just good friends. But when the curtains were down, we could all explore each other and test the limits of pleasure.
Just thinking about it made me hard as stone. Walking around a dungeon with a raging boner wouldn’t exactly be comfortable. The curse of being a man. Although, I doubt walking around with wet panties was any better.
It wasn’t just the boner; my horniness flowed upward into my chest, arms, and face. I was soulbonded to two stunning women, but it was still awkward to express my need. Before we left the soul cabin, I wanted to come one more time so I’d be clear headed while exploring the palace.
But how to tell them? I’d never really been taught how to express my needs. On Earth, we were told to bottle them up, that it was wrong to feel this way. Well, I wasn’t on Earth anymore, so fuck that way of thinking.
I simply lifted my pants and revealed my erect cock.
They both stared at it, mouths open. Ayla still had blue watermelon bits on her teeth.
“Remy needs some help,” Esme said.
I nodded. “I do. Can you finish me off?”
“Mmm. My pleasure.”
Esme spat on her fingers, then stroked my tip. It felt so soothing.
Ayla came to my side. She lifted her shirt up to reveal her supple breasts. I rested my face between them, feeling so at home, so at peace. Esme continued to stroke me with her hand. She spat on my dick and stroked faster, giving my tip a lot of focus.
“Would you prefer my mouth?” Esme asked while I sucked Ayla’s nipples.
I nodded. Esme got on her knees and licked my shaft. She cupped and caressed my balls. Any minute now, I would explode.
I broke from sucking Ayla’s nipples so our tongues could meet. We kissed as if we were craving each other. She moaned softly.
Finally, my horniness reached its peak. I filled Esme’s mouth. She slurped it up, hungrier for my seed than she’d been for her breakfast. She massaged my balls to make sure it all came out.
Esme stood. She stroked Ayla’s hair to get her attention, then stuck her tongue in Ayla’s mouth. It was the first time they’d kissed. If I hadn’t just been drained, I would’ve came again.
They traded my seed between their tongues. Esme just wanted to share my gift with her friend. She had such a good heart. They both did. They both cared so much about each other’s pleasure. About making sure the other was comfortable. It warmed me to know I was soulbonded to such good women.
They swallowed once they’d had their fun.
I crawled over to Esme while Ayla sat up.
But when I closed in for a kiss, Esme stopped me with her hand. She shook her head. “No, Remy. I don’t deserve to be kissed on the lips. I’m only a servant here. For my king and queen.”
I scratched my head. Wait… was this what they called roleplaying? I once took a girl home after a night of drinking who wanted me to roleplay as her father. I am almost ashamed to say it, but I was so horny – and such successes were so rare – that I just went with it.
Roleplaying as someone’s father was disgusting, but I had nothing against roleplaying as a king. And if Esme wanted to be our servant – if that’s what gave her pleasure – then I was all for it.
So instead of kissing Esme, I kissed Ayla, letting Esme watch. I lovingly made out with my queen, letting my hands freely roam about her curves and breasts.
Esme’s breathing got heavy just from watching. She took off her skirt, revealing soaked panties. I wanted to reach out and touch them, but a king wouldn’t touch his servant.
“Exposing yourself like this is not proper, Esme,” I said.
“I’m sorry,” Esme replied. “I just wanted to—”
“Don’t talk back to your king. How dare you consider your own pleasure over ours?”
“I’m sorry. Please don’t punish me.”
“You will be punished. There’s no escaping that. But for now, your queen needs a shoulder massage.”
“Yes, my king.”
We all moved to the floor bed. Ayla and I sat facing each other, while Esme got behind her and started massaging her shoulders. Ayla and I continued to make out, touching each other wherever we desired.
I stood. Precum glistened on my cock, and I wanted Ayla to taste it.
She got on her knees so her lips were facing my cock, while Esme continued to massage her back.
Ayla started stroking my cock. She was my queen, so I’d let her do what she wanted. Let her pleasure me by her whims. She licked my tip, precum getting on her tongue and lips. She licked it up and swallowed.
“Mmm. You taste so good, King Remy.”
“Would you like some more?”
She nodded and went back to caressing my cock with her tongue. I held her hand. Ayla’s long, green hair kept falling onto her face, and she kept having to push it back, interrupting her pleasuring of my cock.
“Servant,” I said to Esme. “Do you not see the queen struggling with her hair?”
“I’m sorry, my king.”
Esme gathered Ayla’s hair lovingly and held it back. She watched as Ayla swallowed my cock. It was home. Such a warm, moist, and inviting refuge. Ayla seemed to know by instinct how to give a sumptuous blow job.
I wasn’t going to last much longer. Ayla was savoring her lollipop, her tongue making sure to moisten every part. With how my legs twitched, she must’ve known I was near. She fondled my balls and stroked my shaft while her tongue and mouth enveloped my tip. Such a perfect technique. The volcano prepared to erupt.
Mount Saint Helens exploded. It must’ve surprised her, because she flinched backward. My cum spurted onto her lips and cheeks and nose, with only some going in her mouth. But she continued to stroke and lick, eager to milk every drop.
I must’ve unloaded a gallon. Waves of ecstasy washed over me as I fell to my knees. My seed had drenched Ayla. Cum had gotten in her hair and on her nipples.
I let myself breathe. I looked over at Esme. Her panties were soaked, and she was staring at the mess I’d made on Ayla, entranced.
Good thing we had a servant to clean it up.
“Servant, aren’t you going to clean up this mess?”
Esme nodded, her excitement causing her whole body to shake. “Yes, my king.”
She shuffled to Ayla’s front. Surprise at what was about to happen showed in Ayla’s green eyes.
“It’s all right,” she said. “You don’t have to.”
I didn’t want to cross any boundaries of Ayla’s. But I knew that Esme badly wanted to clean her.
“Ayla,” I said. “Be honest. Would it give you pleasure if your friend cleaned you?”
Ayla looked into Esme’s eyes. Esme smiled at her and nodded. Then Ayla looked up at me and nodded. Good. We all wanted it to happen.
“Do as you were ordered, servant,” I said.
Esme began by slurping up the cum on Ayla’s breasts.
“My queen, you have such perfect breasts,” Esme said. “Mine are so small in comparison.”
Ayla moaned when Esme’s tongue crossed her nipple.
“Clean her properly, servant,” I said. “I don’t want to see a drop on my queen’s beautiful body. Do a thorough job and we may just reward you.”
Esme nodded, then gave Ayla’s breasts another round of licking.
“Good,” I said.
With Ayla’s breasts cleaned, the two friends sat face to face. Esme had her choice of where to clean next. I was delighted to see her begin by sucking the seed dangling from Ayla’s chin. Then she licked across Ayla’s bottom lip. Ayla let out another gentle moan.
It was then that I noticed Ayla hadn’t swallowed my sperm. She still had a generous amount on her tongue, as if she didn’t know what to do with it.
“Servant, open your mouth.”
Esme did as told. Ayla let the cum in her mouth fall into Esme’s. But Esme was so eager, she slurped it as it fell.
My dick was hard again. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
“Can I swallow it, my king?”
I nodded. “Of course. There’s still much for you to clean.”
Esme swallowed. She moaned in pleasure and licked her lips. “It tastes so sweet.”
“There’s more for you to taste.”
Esme licked Ayla’s lips, then cheeks, then nose. She sucked up every last drop of my seed. All the while, Ayla looked on, almost speechless. While Esme and I were enjoying the roleplay, it seemed Ayla was somewhat overwhelmed. But it was likely due to her inexperience, not because she wasn’t enjoying it. After all, she’d made clear how much she liked Esme, even saying she was jealous of me. Now, she could do whatever she wanted to Esme. Perhaps she was hesitant because she wasn’t sure of Esme’s boundaries.
“Queen,” I said. “How shall we reward our servant?”
From the way Ayla’s eyes shifted, she seemed to be thinking up something. She was just reluctant to let it out. I'd have to help her.
"Queen.” I bent down and stroked Ayla’s beautiful hair, then gave her a kiss. “I think the honor of tasting your pussy would be a fitting reward. I enjoyed it so much, and our servant looked on in jealousy as I did.” I turned to Esme. “Would that please you, servant?”
She nodded with such an eager delight.
“I want to give her more than that,” Ayla said. “I’ll reward her by making her my plaything.” She took my hand. “Our plaything.”
Now that surprised me. It showed that Ayla was really getting stuck into the fun. I couldn’t help but grin.
“Yes. We’ll do whatever we want to her,” I said. “We haven’t yet punished her for her earlier mistake. It’ll be both a punishment and a reward.”
Esme crawled in between us, her eagerness to be our plaything making her twitch and shake. I cradled her head in my lap, then stuck a finger in her mouth. Esme sucked on it as if it were my cock.
Meanwhile, Ayla rubbed Esme’s wet panties. She pulled them off; they were dripping. Then she inserted the tip of her finger into Esme’s pussy. Esme moaned with utter delight.
I fondled Esme’s breasts. After spending so much time with Ayla’s pair, Esme’s seemed small in comparison. Still, they were shaped to perfection, and I so enjoyed how I could scoop an entire breast in my grip.
Ayla had two fingers in Esme’s hole, now. She finger banged her, speed increasing by the second. Esme cried out as if she were getting fucked. I pinched her nipples lightly, giving her some pleasurable pain.
“King,” Ayla said. “Our servant needs a proper fucking. Would you give her the honor of your delicious cock?”
I nodded. “She deserves it for cleaning you so thoroughly.”
Ayla and I switched positions. Esme had already made this part of the bed so moist with her dripping juice. I rammed my cock in, not caring to be gentle with our servant. After all, her purpose was to pleasure me.
While I fucked Esme, I leaned forward and gave Ayla a kiss. She had Esme’s head in her lap and was stroking her hair.
I whispered in Ayla’s ear, “She would love it if you sat on her face.” So would I, obviously.
Ayla grinned. She faced away from me, her luscious ass on full view. One day, I hoped to bury my face in there, too. She straddled her pussy in front of Esme’s face. I could hear how eagerly Esme slurped and licked, and it made me want to explode.
But I had to give my servant a good, proper ramming. I pounded Esme’s pussy, her moans muffled by Ayla’s pussy. I lamented not being able to see that action in full view, though the sight of Ayla’s ass was a wonderful consolation.
I grabbed Esme’s breasts as I thrust deeper. I gave her nipples a good pinch. I wanted her to feel pleasure everywhere. I grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her up a bit so I could ram even harder.
As I thrust, her moisture engulfed my cock and spilled out. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Even Ayla was moaning as if she were about to come; Esme’s tongue must’ve been so eager.
I made sure to deposit my seed in the deepest part of Esme, thrusting as it spilled out of me. Delight made my entire body shake. My cum seemed endless enough to fill her.
When I was finally empty, I withdrew and beheld the warm mess of our fluids on the bed. It all smelled so good.
“You have one more task, servant.” I tapped Alya so she’d get off Esme’s face.
I pointed to my cum stain on the bed. Esme eagerly bent down and slurped it up, tasting her own juices as well as mine. Just the sight of it made me so happy.
When she was done, we all lay together, me in the middle. With no energy to even speak, sleep descended like that hammer I’d used to shatter the knight.
In the morning, we ate fruits that Ayla had kept in her soul storage.
“These enchanted, by any chance?” Esme asked her friend.
Ayla shook her head. “I wish.”
“What do enchanted fruits do?” I asked while chewing my blue watermelon. It tasted like a normal watermelon, but with blue curacao added in.
“You get bonuses that last several hours or even an entire day,” Ayla answered. “Like increased speed or power or even more mana.”
That sounded useful. Too useful to be cheap. “How expensive are they?”
“My storage is bursting with soulcores,” Esme said. “I’m sure we can afford at least one mana banana.”
Esme and Ayla giggled.
“Are mana bananas actually a thing?” I asked, dumbfounded.
They giggled again.
“Remember when you stole one right off a cart?” Ayla said.
Esme nodded. “I stuffed it in my pants.” She chuckled. So they were real.
They must’ve been referencing the time when they’d hunt for scraps to eat. Neither of them would ever go hungry, now that I was around to care for them. They’d never be mistreated. Never be left to fend for themselves against monsters or men.
On the topic of monsters, we’d barely explored the palace. With Esme and Ayla’s mana fully charged, and with Ayla’s wind hammer in my hands, I could finally fight those Headless Knights.
We ate and chatted. There was no mention of what we three did last night. It was like it never happened, although there was a spicy undercurrent whenever we gazed into each other’s eyes. I especially noticed it when Esme and Ayla looked at each other. They’d moved beyond friendship in the most unexpected way.
I suppose the specifics of what we did was almost unmentionable. Good. I liked the idea of it being a dirty secret that we’d keep between the three of us. In the daytime, we could act like Esme and Ayla were merely just good friends. But when the curtains were down, we could all explore each other and test the limits of pleasure.
Just thinking about it made me hard as stone. Walking around a dungeon with a raging boner wouldn’t exactly be comfortable. The curse of being a man. Although, I doubt walking around with wet panties was any better.
It wasn’t just the boner; my horniness flowed upward into my chest, arms, and face. I was soulbonded to two stunning women, but it was still awkward to express my need. Before we left the soul cabin, I wanted to come one more time so I’d be clear headed while exploring the palace.
But how to tell them? I’d never really been taught how to express my needs. On Earth, we were told to bottle them up, that it was wrong to feel this way. Well, I wasn’t on Earth anymore, so fuck that way of thinking.
I simply lifted my pants and revealed my erect cock.
They both stared at it, mouths open. Ayla still had blue watermelon bits on her teeth.
“Remy needs some help,” Esme said.
I nodded. “I do. Can you finish me off?”
“Mmm. My pleasure.”
Esme spat on her fingers, then stroked my tip. It felt so soothing.
Ayla came to my side. She lifted her shirt up to reveal her supple breasts. I rested my face between them, feeling so at home, so at peace. Esme continued to stroke me with her hand. She spat on my dick and stroked faster, giving my tip a lot of focus.
“Would you prefer my mouth?” Esme asked while I sucked Ayla’s nipples.
I nodded. Esme got on her knees and licked my shaft. She cupped and caressed my balls. Any minute now, I would explode.
I broke from sucking Ayla’s nipples so our tongues could meet. We kissed as if we were craving each other. She moaned softly.
Finally, my horniness reached its peak. I filled Esme’s mouth. She slurped it up, hungrier for my seed than she’d been for her breakfast. She massaged my balls to make sure it all came out.
Esme stood. She stroked Ayla’s hair to get her attention, then stuck her tongue in Ayla’s mouth. It was the first time they’d kissed. If I hadn’t just been drained, I would’ve came again.
They traded my seed between their tongues. Esme just wanted to share my gift with her friend. She had such a good heart. They both did. They both cared so much about each other’s pleasure. About making sure the other was comfortable. It warmed me to know I was soulbonded to such good women.
They swallowed once they’d had their fun.
