Celene's mouth replaced Seraphina's instantly, but she took a different approach—shallow, teasing licks around the ridge, then sudden hard suction that hollowed her cheeks. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking in tight, twisting pulls while her tongue flicked the sensitive frenulum. Xavier's thighs tensed; his breath came in sharp bursts.

They began a rhythm that felt choreographed by pure lust:

Seraphina deep-throated him until her eyes streamed, Celene would followed up with fast, sloppy strokes and loud, wet suction, then they'd meet in the middle, tongues tangling around his shaft from both sides, sliding up and down in mirrored unison, lips brushing each other's as they licked.

Every time one of them pulled back to breathe, the other claimed him fully. Their enormous breasts pressed together beneath him, nipples rubbing, adding another layer of friction that made them both moan around his cock.

Between turns, conversation spilled out—filthy, intimate, breathless.

Seraphina, licking a long stripe up the side while Celene sucked the head:

"Remember when you first slid into my ass? I thought I'd split open… now I crave that stretch every second you're not inside me."

Celene, popping off to answer, hand pumping him slickly:

"I felt you clench around him when you came, Seraphina. Your whole body shook against my tongue. I want that again—want him to fuck my ass while you sit on my face and drown me."

Xavier's control frayed. He watched through half-lidded eyes as they shared him, four hands now roaming—two stroking, two cradling his balls, rolling them gently, tugging just enough to make him hiss.

"You two… you'll kill me with those mouths," he growled. "But not before I paint both your pretty faces."

The women moaned in unison at the promise. Seraphina's tongue traced the thick vein underneath; Celene's lips sealed over the tip, sucking hard enough to hollow her cheeks again. Their pace quickened—stroking, licking, sucking, kissing each other around his cock like they were making out with him as the center.

Seraphina pulled back just long enough to gasp, "Come for us, Xavier. Mark us. Let us wear you into morning."

Celene echoed, voice trembling with need, "Please… I want to taste you mixed with everything we've done tonight."

That was all it took.

Xavier's hips surged upward, a guttural roar tearing from his throat as the first thick rope of cum shot across Celene's waiting tongue. Seraphina angled him toward her open mouth for the second pulse, catching it on her lips and chin. They kept stroking, milking him through every spasm—third spurt across Celene's cheek, fourth dripping down Seraphina's breast, fifth and sixth shared between their pressed-together tongues as they kissed messily around his still-throbbing head.

When he finally slumped back, spent and shaking, they didn't stop. Soft licks cleaned him tenderly, then cleaned each other—Seraphina lapping the streak from Celene's cheek, Celene sucking the drip from Seraphina's nipple—until every trace of him was swallowed or smeared across their skin like war paint.

They crawled back up his body, one on each side, pressing cum-slick breasts against his chest, black hair tangling over his shoulders. Seraphina nuzzled his neck, voice soft now, almost reverent.

"We're yours, Xavier. Every hole, every breath, every orgasm. Dawn can come… but the night belongs to us."

Celene kissed his jaw, tasting herself and Seraphina and him on his skin. "And when the sun rises, we start again. I want you in my ass at sunrise. I want Seraphina riding your face while you do it. Promise me."

Xavier's arms tightened around them both, pulling them so close their heartbeats synced with his.

"Promise," he murmured into their hair. "I'll ruin you both at sunrise… and every hour after."

Outside, the first birds began to call. Inside, three bodies melted together, sticky, sated, and already aching for the next round—anal, oral, vaginal, any way he desired—as the new day crept in to find them still lost in each other.

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The sun finally breached the horizon, spilling molten gold across the bed like liquid honey. The room glowed: every curve, every sheen of sweat and cum, every strand of black hair turned into something almost holy in the morning light. Xavier's promise still hung in the air, thick as incense.

Celene was the first to move. She slid down his body with deliberate slowness, kissing a wet trail over his chest, his stomach, the sharp cut of his hipbone, until her breath ghosted over his half-hard cock.

"Sun's up," she whispered, voice husky from hours of screaming into pillows and mouths. "Time to keep your word, my king."

Seraphina stretched beside him, cat-like, her enormous breasts lifting and settling as she rolled onto her stomach. She propped her chin on folded arms and watched Celene with heavy-lidded eyes.

"I want to see his face when he slides into your ass this time," she murmured. "I want to watch every inch disappear while I feed him my pussy."

Xavier's cock surged to full attention at their words, as if it had never spent itself at all. He sat up against the headboard, the carved mahogany cool against his back, and crooked a finger.

"Celene, over my lap. Ass up. Seraphina, straddle my chest facing her. I'm going to open her slow while I taste how wet you already are."

They obeyed instantly, bodies moving in that perfect, practiced sync they'd honed through the night. Celene draped herself across his thighs like an offering, knees wide, back arched deeply so her voluptuous ass lifted high. The morning light painted the curves of her cheeks golden, the tiny, pink, still-swollen ring of her hole glistening from everything they'd done hours ago. A thin rivulet of Xavier's earlier release had leaked out during the night; it caught the sun like a jewel.

Seraphina crawled forward on all fours, her heavy breasts swaying, nipples dragging across his skin until she settled over his chest. She faced Celene, thighs framing his head, her slick pussy hovering just above his mouth. The scent of her—sex, sweat, the faint sweetness of her arousal—made his mouth water before he even tasted her.

Xavier ran both palms over Celene's ass, spreading her wide.

"Look at this pretty little hole," he said, voice rough with renewed hunger. "Still greedy after everything I gave it."

He leaned down and licked a slow, wet stripe from her pussy to her ass, gathering their mingled fluids on his tongue. Celene shuddered hard, pushing back with a broken moan.

"Xavier… please…"

Seraphina lowered herself the last inch, settling her soaked folds against his mouth. The first swipe of his tongue made her gasp, her hands flying to the headboard for balance.

"Yes… eat me while you take her. I want to feel your moans inside me when you push in."

He didn't make them wait long. One thick finger, still slick from Seraphina's pussy, circled Celene's tight ring and pressed inside. She took it easily now, body remembering, opening for him with a soft, wet sound. A second finger joined, scissoring gently, stretching her open while his tongue fucked into Seraphina above him.

Celene's voice cracked. "I can feel you both… your fingers in my ass, your breath on me, Seraphina's little moans vibrating through your chest into my body… fuck, I'm already close and you're not even inside yet."

Seraphina reached forward, threading her fingers through Celene's black hair, pulling her into a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues slid together, sharing the taste of Xavier on both their lips. Between kisses Seraphina panted, "You're going to look so beautiful split open on him again. I want to watch your face when he bottoms out."

Xavier added a third finger, twisting, curling, until Celene was rocking helplessly against his hand. Only then did he pull free. He guided her hips up, angling his cock—now rigid and shining with pre-cum—against her prepared entrance.

"Breathe, baby," he murmured against Seraphina's clit, giving it a hard suck that made her cry out. "Take me slow."

The head breached her. Celene's back bowed, a long, trembling moan spilling into Seraphina's mouth as inch after thick inch sank into her ass. The stretch was still intense in the morning light, the burn blooming into molten pleasure as he filled her completely. When his hips finally met her cheeks, he held still, letting her adjust, letting her feel every pulsing throb inside that forbidden heat.

Seraphina broke the kiss to look down over her shoulder, eyes wide and dark.

"God, Celene… you swallowed him whole. Your little hole is stretched so wide around him. Does it hurt?"

Celene could only whimper, nodding, then shaking her head. "Hurts… perfect. So full… move, Xavier, please move."

He did—slow at first, long drags out until just the head remained, then smooth glides back in. Every thrust nudged Seraphina's clit against his tongue in the same rhythm, turning his mouth into a living vibrator. Seraphina's thighs trembled around his ears; her juices dripped down his chin.

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