These two goddesses, his sluts in the most reverent sense, had surrendered so completely; the way their bodies trembled in aftershocks made him feel like a king, their pleasure his throne. But the night was young, and his hunger far from sated. "That was just the beginning," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down their spines.

"I want to try something different now—something that lets me savor you both at once, drawing out every moan until you're begging for mercy."

Seraphina shifted first, her black hair spilling over her shoulder as she leaned in, her enormous breasts brushing against his thigh through the thin nightgown.

Her eyes, still hazy with post-orgasmic bliss, met his with a mix of adoration and mischief. "Whatever you desire, Xavier," she whispered, her hand trailing lightly down his chest, nails grazing his skin in teasing patterns. In her mind, the thought of more ignited a fresh wave of arousal; she loved how he commanded them, turning their bodies into instruments of mutual ecstasy. Celene, still feeling the warm trickle of his cum inside her, nodded eagerly, her own black hair framing a face flushed with need.

"Yes... show us this new style. But first..." She glanced down at his glistening cock, a sly smile curving her lips. "We should clean you up, shouldn't we? It's only fair we taste what you've given us."

Xavier's cock twitched at the suggestion, his thoughts flooding with anticipation—the idea of their mouths and hands worshipping him, alternating in a rhythm that would build him back to full hardness.

"Good girls," he growled approvingly, shifting to sit up against the headboard, spreading his legs slightly to give them access. The silk sheets pooled around his waist, the nightgown-clad women kneeling on either side of him like devoted priestesses.

The room's ambient light from a bedside lamp highlighted the way their nightgowns clung to their sweat-dampened skin, the fabric translucent in places, revealing the dark areolas of their enormous breasts and the shadow of their aroused nipples.

Seraphina took the initiative, her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft first. Her fingers, soft and warm, encircled him with a gentle but firm grip, feeling the residual slickness of cum and juices coating his skin.

It was thick in her palm, the vein along the underside pulsing faintly against her touch as she began to stroke slowly, up and down, her thumb swirling over the head to gather the glistening remnants.

"Mmm, look at this mess we made," she purred, her voice husky with lust. The feeling of him in her hand was intoxicating—velvety smooth yet rigid beneath, the warmth radiating into her skin like a promise of more pleasure.

She squeezed lightly, milking a bead of leftover cum to the tip, her thoughts racing with slutty reverence: how his cock felt like power incarnate, heavy and demanding in her grasp, making her pussy clench emptily in response.

Celene watched for a moment, her blue eyes darkening with envy, before leaning in to join.

"My turn to taste," she breathed, her hand overlapping Seraphina's briefly as they coordinated.

She took over the stroking, her fingers sliding along his length with a deliberate slowness, feeling every ridge and contour—the way the skin moved over the firmness beneath, slick and slippery from their combined essences.

It was like holding a living flame, hot and throbbing, the cum smearing onto her palm as she pumped him gently. Her enormous breasts heaved with each breath, the nightgown's lace edging framing them perfectly, brushing against his thigh as she positioned herself closer.

In her mind, this act was pure submission, a way to prolong the intimacy, her body aching to please him as thoughts of his dominance flooded her: how sucking him clean would make her feel owned, her mouth an extension of his will.

Xavier groaned softly, his head tilting back against the headboard as their hands worked in tandem at first, then alternating.

The dual sensation was electric—Seraphina's strokes firmer, more insistent, pulling the skin taut and sending jolts of pleasure up his spine; Celene's gentler, teasing, her fingers tracing patterns that made his balls tighten.

He felt utterly revered, their touch igniting fresh lust in his veins, thoughts swirling of how their eagerness amplified his control.

"That's it... clean every inch, my sluts," he encouraged, his hand reaching out to tangle in Seraphina's black hair, guiding her head lower.

Seraphina obliged, her lips parting as she lowered her mouth to him. She started at the tip, her tongue flicking out to lap at the head, tasting the salty-sweet mix of his cum and Celene's arousal.

The flavor exploded on her tongue—musky, tangy, a heady reminder of their union. She swirled her tongue around the crown, feeling the smooth, flared ridge against her lips, the slight give of the spongy head as she sucked gently.

Taking more of him in, her mouth enveloped the first few inches, the warmth of her wet cavity surrounding him like a velvet glove.

He filled her mouth deliciously, the girth stretching her lips slightly, the vein throbbing against her tongue as she bobbed slowly. Her hand continued stroking the base, syncing with her mouth's rhythm, the slickness making obscene, wet sounds in the quiet room.

Thoughts overwhelmed her: how sucking him like this made her feel powerful in her submission, her clit throbbing as she imagined him growing harder, ready to claim them again

Xavier's breath hitched, the sensation of Seraphina's mouth a blaze of heat and suction. Her tongue was insistent, laving every inch, cleaning him with devotional precision. It felt like fire wrapped in silk—her lips soft, her suction pulling at him in waves that made his hips buck involuntarily.

The way she hummed softly around him sent vibrations straight to his core, his thoughts a torrent of lust: how her mouth owned him in this moment, yet he controlled the pace with his hand in her hair, the contrast heightening everything.

"Switch," Celene begged softly, her voice laced with need, and Seraphina pulled back with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his now-cleaner cock. Celene dove in eagerly, her mouth engulfing him in one smooth motion.

Her lips sealed around his shaft, feeling the heat of him against her tongue, the residual flavors mingling with her own saliva. He was thicker here, filling her mouth to the brink, the head nudging the back of her throat as she took him deeper.

She sucked with fervor, her cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing flat to cradle him, swirling to clean every trace of cum. Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn't reach, fingers slick and sliding effortlessly, the friction building a delicious heat.

The feeling was exquisite—him so solid yet yielding slightly to her suction, the pulse of his arousal making her own body respond with a fresh gush of wetness between her thighs. In her thoughts, this was bliss: tasting the evidence of his pleasure, her nightgown's fabric whispering against her skin as her enormous breasts swayed with each bob of her head.

Xavier's groan deepened, Celene's approach more aggressive, her mouth a tighter, wetter vice that made stars burst behind his eyelids.

The way her tongue danced, probing and licking, sent shudders through him; her hand's strokes were rhythmic, squeezing just right to coax more blood flow, making him harden fully again. He felt like a god being worshipped, their alternating attentions creating a feedback loop of escalating desire—Seraphina's turn tender and teasing, Celene's bold and demanding.

"Fuck... you two are perfect," he rasped, his free hand now in Celene's black hair, urging her deeper. The lustful emotions surged: a possessive affection for them, mingled with raw hunger, thoughts of how their devotion made him want to reward them with endless orgasms.

They continued taking turns, seamlessly passing him between their mouths and hands. Seraphina would suck him deep, her tongue tracing the underside, feeling the throb of his vein like a heartbeat, her hand pumping the base with increasing speed, the slickness now mostly saliva but still carrying faint traces of cum. She'd pull off, gasping,

"Tastes so good... all of us mixed," her thoughts fixated on the intimacy, how sharing him like this bonded them all. Then Celene, her mouth descending with a moan, lips stretching wide around his girth, sucking harder, her hand twisting slightly on each upstroke to heighten the sensation.

The feeling in her mouth was addictive—him swelling against her tongue, the smooth skin gliding over her lips, making her crave to swallow every drop.

"Mmm... harder already," she mumbled around him, her mind awash with slutty urges: to make him cum again, to feel him pulse in her throat.

Xavier reveled in it all, the contrasts driving him wild. Seraphina's mouth was warmer, her suction gentler but persistent, like a slow burn that built tension;

Celene's was hotter, more urgent, her tongue aggressive in its cleaning, sending spikes of pleasure that made his toes curl.

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