The soft click of the door latch felt unnaturally loud in the quiet hallway of the inn.

Seraphina pushed the door open with the slow, deliberate care of a cat stalking its prey, a wicked grin playing on her lips.

Behind her, Maria hesitated, clutching the front of her silk robe with a nervous energy that was a stark contrast to Seraphina's bold confidence.

"Are you sure about this?" Maria whispered, her voice barely audible. "He seemed so tired earlier."

"All the more reason to help him relax," Seraphina whispered back, not taking her eyes off the darkened room ahead.

She shed her own robe, letting it fall in a heap by the door.

She stood revealed in the sliver of moonlight from the window, wearing a tantalizing set of black lace lingerie that seemed woven from shadows and secrets.

"A proper welcome requires the proper attire, after all."

Maria sighed, a puff of warm air, before letting her own robe fall.

Her choice was simpler, a soft, crimson set that complemented her fiery spirit, yet she crossed her arms, a clear sign of her lingering apprehension.

Together, they crept into the room, their bare feet silent on the wooden floorboards.

The air was still, filled with the faint scent of soap and the low, steady rhythm of… snoring?

Both women froze.

Their eyes adjusted to the dim light, tracing the large form sprawled across the bed, half-buried under a sea of blankets.

Dorian was fast asleep. Not just resting, but deeply, completely, and audibly unconscious.

Seraphina's perfectly crafted smirk collapsed into a comical pout.

Her shoulders slumped. All that planning, the careful selection of lingerie, the mental preparation for a night of passion—all of it, thwarted by a well-timed nap.

"You have got to be kidding me," she muttered, her voice a mixture of disbelief and profound disappointment. She stomped one foot, the soft thud muffled by the rug. "This is unacceptable. Utterly unprofessional."

Maria, on the other hand, felt a wave of relief so potent it was almost dizzying.

A small, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips. "Well, he was busy today. We should probably just let him rest."

Seraphina shot her a venomous glare. "You are enjoying this, aren't you? I orchestrate a masterpiece of seduction, and you're happy it's been cancelled due to technical difficulties."

"I'm just being considerate," Maria protested weakly, unable to hide her relief.

"Considerate can wait until morning," Seraphina declared, her pout transforming into a look of renewed determination.

Ignoring Maria's quiet gasp, she strode to the bed and, with a surprising lack of grace, clambered onto the mattress.

She crawled over to Dorian's sleeping form, her movements purposeful.

"Darling," she whispered, poking his shoulder.

He grunted in his sleep and rolled away from her.

"Darling," she repeated, a little louder, shaking him more firmly.

"Wake up. There are important matters that require your immediate… attention."

His only response was a deeper snore.

Frustration bubbling over, Seraphina huffed and sat up on her knees. This called for more drastic measures.

She leaned down, her hair tickling his ear, and whispered, "Dorian, Ishtar is here. She says you promised her tonight."

That got a reaction. Dorian's eyes shot open, a flicker of groggy confusion in them.

He blinked, trying to focus in the low light.

His gaze landed on Seraphina, perched over him like a vexed, lace-clad gargoyle.

His eyes then drifted past her to see Maria standing awkwardly by the bed, her face a brilliant shade of crimson.

He took in the scene: the discarded robes by the door, the lingerie, Seraphina's determined pout, and Maria's deer-in-the-headlights panic.

A slow, amused grin spread across his face as the pieces clicked together.

He was tired, true, but he wasn't dead.

And he certainly wasn't foolish enough to let an opportunity like this pass him by.

With a swiftness that caught her completely off guard, his arm shot out and wrapped around Seraphina's waist, pulling her down against his chest with a soft oof.

"Ishtar, you say?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep but laced with a teasing warmth. "Funny, you look a lot like Seraphina."

"I… well… a good general uses any tactic necessary to win the battle," she stammered, flustered for the first time that night.

His grin widened, and he looked over at Maria. "And you. Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to join in as well?"

Maria's heart hammered against her ribs, but the look in his eyes—a warm, inviting mix of amusement and genuine desire—melted her resolve.

She slowly approached and sat on the edge of the bed, unable to meet his gaze.

Dorian shifted, propping himself up on one elbow and pulling Seraphina with him.

He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the crimson lace of Maria's bra.

"You both went to a lot of trouble," he said, his voice a low, appreciative rumble.

"It would be rude of me not to show my gratitude."

Seraphina, having regained her composure, smirked.

"Oh, you'll be showing us much more than gratitude, darling." She turned her head towards Maria, who was still blushing furiously.

With a wicked glint in her eye, Seraphina gave her a gentle nudge.

"Maria has been especially looking forward to tonight. She had a few ideas she was too shy to mention."

Maria's head snapped up, her eyes wide with betrayal and panic, but Dorian simply chuckled, a deep, warm sound that vibrated through the mattress.

He tugged her closer, his other arm wrapping around her until she was pressed between him and Seraphina.

"Is that so?" Dorian whispered, his gaze flickering between the two of them. "Then by all means, let's not keep the lady from her ideas."

Now on the bed, her back lay while Dorian was above her; Maria panted a bit, unable to hide her embarrassment.

By now, she thought she would at least be used to seeing Dorian's nakedness, but it was all the same. It felt like he had even gotten hotter.

Gluping down her saliva, her gaze flickered to the side for a while, where she could see Seraphina lying on the bed, taking one of Dorian's arms for herself.

This usually happens anyway; Seraphina always allowed Maria to go first, as though she derived some pleasure in watching Dorian have sex with her, while also letting Maria watch when it's her turn as well.

Either way, Maria could not think all that well in this moment.

Dorian's lips were pressed against hers, and like always, all she could think about was melting in his arms.

For a while, they remained on the bed, Dorian kissing her, while she, on the other hand, worked his dick for him.

Her pussy was already dripping wet; as such, all she did was apply the wetness onto Dorian's cock and help him stroke it as she kissed him.

Seraphina was doing the same at the side as well, only she had Dorian finger her, using two, not one.

Back and forth, he fucked her with his finger, allowing her to moan so loudly while moving like a snake on the bed.

The lust in her eyes was even more evident as she kept arching her back, making sure his finger was reaching her deepest parts.

"Ahhh~ ahh~ Darling~ it feels so good~." Seraphina moaned, her hair scattered over her face and bed.

Maria, who could not help but feel Seraphina's heated breathing close to her face, felt even more horny.

If Dorian could make Seraphina break this way with just his finger, she wondered if he would do much worse with her.

He was about to show her. Dorian pulled his lips from Maria's, her own lips swollen and red. His eyes, dark with desire, met hers.

He shifted his weight, his powerful body hovering above her.

"Let's find out, shall we?" he whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.

He moved slowly, deliberately, aligning himself with her, the head of his cock pressing against her slick opening.

Maria gasped, her hips instinctively arching upwards, pleading for more.

Seraphina, watching from the side, let out a soft moan of anticipation, her fingers still expertly working within her.

Dorian's eyes never left Maria's as he began to slide into her, inch by slow, agonizing inch. Maria's breath hitched, a strangled sound escaping her throat as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her.

He filled her completely, a perfect fit that made her cry out.

"Oh, Dorian," she whimpered, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper still.

He began to move, a slow, rhythmic thrust that built steadily in intensity. Maria's moans grew louder, mingling with Seraphina's excited gasps.

The bed creaked with their movements, a symphony of passion playing out in the dim light.

Dorian leaned down, capturing Maria's lips once more, his tongue dancing with hers as he continued his relentless rhythm.

Her nails dug into his back, pulling him even closer, if that were possible.

Maria's climax hit her like a tidal wave, a shuddering, all-consuming release that left her breathless and trembling beneath him.

Dorian grunted, a deep, satisfied sound, as he pulled out of her, already turning his attention to Seraphina.

Seraphina, her body already anticipating, arched her back, her eyes gleaming with impatience and desire.

"Finally," she purred, pulling him towards her with a possessive grip. "My turn."

As his dick went inside her, Seraphina moved, her ass out with her boobs pressed against Maria's, who was still lying on the bed, still heated from having her insides fucked.

Held in a doggy style, Dorian was rather unforgiving as he held Serahina's hand behind her, pounding her ass with his dick, pushing against her womb as he moved.

"AHH~"

"Ahhh~ Darling~~~"

As the three of them continued to embrace each other under the dim light, her groans filled the room.

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