Chapter 5
My new queens couldn’t keep their hands off me all the way through the castle to our apartments, and by the time the guards closed the doors behind us, my blood was hot with desire.
The second the doors clicked shut and dropped us into seclusion, Yori took my face in both her hands and dragged me down for a kiss. Her lips were soft under mine, and I could taste her need for me on her tongue.
“Mmmm,” Yori moaned into my mouth.
My hands went to her waist like moths to a flame, and I gripped her and hauled her toned body against me.
Another pair of hands landed on my shoulders, and Serra started to tug my jacket off. I forced myself to release Yori so Serra could slide the jacket all the way off, and there was a soft whoosh of fabric as she tossed it onto one of the sofas.
“That’s better,” Serra purred.
The bold, seductive tone of her voice surprised me, and I pulled away from Yori’s hungry mouth to stare in delighted shock at my silver-blonde queen.
“You’re feeling very bold,” I observed, and I reached out to Serra. “Aren’t you?”
“She’s had five glasses of champagne!” Yori announced it like it was the scandal of the century. “She’s drunk!”
“I am not,” Serra insisted.
I took a second to really study her and make sure she was still in control of herself. Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, but her eyes were bright and clear with intent. By my estimates, Serra was the perfect level of tipsy to let her be bold without losing herself to drink.
“No, you’re not,” I agreed and pulled her into my arms.
I kept one hand on Yori’s waist while the other looped around Serra’s back to press her willowy body along the length of mine.
“Ohh,” Serra sighed in pleasure. “I love it when you hold me.”
“I’m going to do so much more than just hold you,” I promised, and I moved my mouth right beside her ear. “I’m going to make you cum until you can’t stand it. Then I’m going to fuck you until all your bones melt like butter.”
“Oh, goodness…” Serra’s eyes rolled back in her head.
A devilish grin tugged at my lips as I leaned down and sucked on the sensitive spot under the corner of her jaw. I stroked the spot with my tongue, and her pulse thrummed rapidly under her skin.
While I lavished attention on Serra with my tongue, Yori’s hands were busy undoing all the tiny buttons down the front of my shirt. She made quick work of it, too, and within seconds, the fabric sagged open.
“Yeesss,” Yori gasped with delight at the sight of my bare chest. “You’ve gained so much muscle from training.”
“I’m glad you like it,” I chuckled.
Serra sagged against me and sucked in a shuddering breath, and the evidence of her arousal had my cock throbbing against the front of my pants.
“There is way too much fucking clothing in this situation,” I said.
I reached for the closure at the back of Serra’s pink gown, but she gave me a teasing look and stepped out of my reach.
“Actually, we had a plan,” Serra said, and there was a hint of eager shyness in her tone. “Something we wanted to do for you…”
My smile spread until my cheeks hurt, and I looked between my two queens with anticipation.
“Is that so?” I asked. “Well, I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
“Very wise.” Serra smiled.
“Why don’t you have a seat?” Yori suggested. “Get comfortable, Your Majesty.”
Yori ushered me toward the nearest sofa and urged me to sit back, and I slid my unbuttoned shirt down my arms to add it to my discarded jacket. I sat back on the sofa, kicked off my shoes, and pulled my socks off.
My ladies huddled together in the open space in the middle of our sitting room, and I was dying with curiosity about what they had planned.
Serra’s hands shook a little as she reached out to the lacing at the back of Yori’s gown.
With the deftness that only came from years of practice, Serra tugged the laces free, and Yori’s purple gown began to sag open.
In a matter of seconds, the voluminous gown dropped to the ground with a whoosh of tulle and satin.
Yori was only wearing a pair of black panties underneath, and her dusky nipples tightened as they met the open air. She sighed as her hands ran over the length of her torso, and she cupped her breasts for a second before she opened her eyes to gaze at me.
“That’s better,” Yori murmured, and she turned to Serra. “Your turn.”
“Mm,” Serra hummed softly.
My silver-blonde lover turned around so Yori could reach the closure of her gown, and my dark-haired lover made quick work of the little clasps at the back. The gown dropped from Serra’s slender frame in a rush of pink fabric and landed in a mass around her delicate ankles.
Serra and Yori clasped their hands together for balance as they stepped out of the circles of their discarded gowns, and then they turned to face me in all their glory.
Serra was wearing a sheer, cream-colored garment that looked like a nightie to me, but I suspected it was a kind of fancy ladies’ undergarment. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the thin silk.
My mouth watered from the desire to put the sensitive little buds in my mouth, and I thought about how much Serra liked it when I sucked on her nipples.
I thought about getting off the couch to join them, but I was so enraptured by the sight of Yori’s hand shifting from her breast across toward Serra that I was suddenly locked in place.
My lips parted in amazement as Yori’s hand reached Serra’s flushed skin, and she made a wide circle around my silver-blonde lover’s breast.
“Mmm,” Serra hummed, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Serra wants you to put your mouth here, Ken,” Yori explained, and she kept her dark eyes locked on mine as she moved her hand to Serra’s other breast. “And then here…”
Serra’s eyes closed, and I could actually see the wave of arousal rush through her body as Yori stroked the very tip of one finger down her taut stomach to the tiny thatch of pale blonde curls between her legs.
“And here,” Yori finished in a breathless voice.
“Oooh,” Serra gasped even though Yori didn’t actually touch her.
My blood was thundering through my veins. Watching my women undress each other had sparked a fire inside my gut, and my cock was aching to be buried deep inside my lovers.
“And what do you want?” I asked Yori. “The same?”
“I want to watch you fuck her,” Yori said. “I want to watch you put your mouth all over her and drive her crazy. I want to watch you make her cum, and I want to watch you fuck her and fill her with your seed.”
Serra gasped at Yori’s words, and it looked like she was about to drop to the floor from the overwhelming desire.
“We can definitely do that,” I said with a devilish smile. “But then I’m going to do the same to you.”
“Mmm.” Yori closed her eyes and nodded. “Yes, please. That’s exactly what I want.”
“My god,” Serra breathed. “Ken, I’m on fire… I need–”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up, strode to Serra in two long steps, and took her in my arms. Her mouth opened under mine without hesitation, and my tongue slipped in to dance with hers.
“Yes,” Yori whispered. “Just like that.”
My eyes were closed as I kissed Serra with all the hunger that burned in my gut, but the soft sound of Yori’s footsteps told me she had walked over to the sofa. The cushions rustled softly as she sat down and made herself comfortable.
My hands wandered up and down the long lines of Serra’s body, and she clung to my shoulders like she could hardly hold up her own weight. I reached down and cupped the perfect curves of her ass to support her and to pull her against the hard length of my erection.
I was still wearing my pants, and she still had on the silky nightie, but the slight friction of fabric between us added to the intensity of my pleasure.
Serra broke our kiss with a desperate gasp for air.
“Kennn,” she moaned.
“I got you,” I murmured into her ear.
Before Serra could say anything else, I scooped her up and carried her over to the sofa.
I laid her down gently next to Yori, and the dark-haired beauty’s eyes were glued to us. Her cheeks were flushed with arousal, she was fondling her own nipples with both hands, and her toned thighs were pressed tightly together.
“I love watching you love her,” Yori whispered.
“Good,” I said. “I love it when you watch.”
Yori giggled, and she started to move her right hand down her stomach toward her thighs, but I reached out and grabbed her wrist.
“Uh-uh,” I chided her. “You said you wanted to watch. So that’s what you’re going to do.”
“What?” Yori gasped and smiled at my playful command. “Am I only allowed to watch? I can’t touch myself at all?”
I pretended to consider the question for a long moment, and finally I tilted my head like she’d convinced me.
“You can play with your tits if you want,” I said. “But you’ll keep your hands off any places you want me to touch when I’m done with Serra.”
Yori’s dark eyes went wide with shock and arousal, but the corners of her mouth turned up in a delighted smile as she folded her hands up behind her head in a deliberately slow movement.
“I guess I won’t be touching anywhere then,” Yori purred.
A deep growl of appreciation rumbled from my chest, and I gave her a long, admiring look from her perfect lips all the way down to the strong muscles of her thighs.
“Good girl,” I said.
“Kennn,” Serra begged from the couch. “I feel like I’m on fire…”
“Don’t worry, love,” I assured her. “I know what you need. I’ll take care of you.”
Serra smiled like a lazy cat and relaxed on the sofa cushions as I leaned down to hover over the long lines of her body. I braced myself with one hand on the back of the sofa and the other on the edge of the seat cushion, so I wasn’t actually touching her at all.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered.
Serra shivered in pleasure as my breath fanned out over the lines of her collarbones and upper chest. Her nipples tightened even more, and I stuck my tongue out to lick the peak of her left breast.
“Aaaah,” Serra moaned at the tiny bit of contact.