Chapter 22:
Fear and Loving
Milly’s feet were greatly improved from the unguent so she joined her bond-sisters and her Master in delivering her milk to Paul’s the next morning.
She had sweetly asked for Ophelia and Erica to help with her morning milking so they took it in turns while Nameless watched. They were still working on establishing a routine, the major intrusion of Miranda’s mates the night before certainly hadn’t helped.
Sadly their morning was far from peaceful.
They had barely finished bottling the milk when there was a tremendous boom from outside the barn. They rushed to see what it was only to be blinded by a cloud of dust.
“What in tarnation…” Paul waved his hand in front of his face and then abruptly froze; “Kid, take your girls back into the barn, hellfire, take your girls as far away as you can!” Paul was nearly frantic.
The dust cleared and the others finally saw what had Paul so spooked.
Ophelia squeaked, Milly let out a terrified moo, and Erica likewise let out a piteous yowl.
Nameless just stared.
He’d never seen a Dragon before.
All present knew of them, even the orphan who did so poorly in school recognized the green armoured figure for what she was.
Hang on, that isn’t armour, that’s her skin!
While she was a monster girl and thus had many of the features of a beautiful woman, she was far more claws and scales than soft curves.
Her forearms and forelegs were all bulky scales that resembled armoured gauntlets and greaves respectively, each ending in massive claws and talons. She was at least as tall as Milly, though with the bulk of her armoured limbs and the shadow cast by her massive wings, she looked far larger.
Her eyes were a rich shade of green that glowed with inner power, and they were locked on Nameless.
He was transfixed.
Her presence was awe inspiring, so he was a little perturbed when Paul addressed her, having somehow regained his composure.
“It’s been nearly sixty years since I clapped eyes on one of your kind. Since we aren’t all dead, I take it you have some business with us?” The farmer lit his pipe, only a slight tremor to his hand giving away his nerves.
The dragon turned to him and regarded him for a moment.
“You are bold to speak to me so casually human. I applaud your courage.” The Dragon’s voice was a rumbling growl that was unmistakably feminine; “I am Xalanth, bonded mate to the Lady Essig. I seek succour for my lady. In return I shall take you and yours under my protection for the duration of our stay.”
“And may I ask what business has brought you and your lady to our little community?”
She tilted her head slightly, impressed at his continued bravado.
Eventually she jutted one thick claw at Nameless.
“If I am not mistaken, our business is with that little boy there, though that is for my lady to decide. Do you accept my terms, or need I seek elsewhere for accommodations?”
“I’m afraid my guestroom is occupied at the moment-”
“No it isn’t.” Miranda interrupted as she and her girls walked out of the house; “Xalanth, I trust the lady is well?”
“Ah! Aegis Holt, glad I am to see you safe. I had heard your latest encounter with a Fallen One went poorly.” The Dragon’s head gave a tiny nod of respect; “And yes my lady is well, though tired from our journey.”
“So you’re a member of the Aegis then?” Paul asked, more curious now than afraid.
“Not formally, although we work with them quite closely when need be. Since Aegis Holt is willing to give up her quarters I trust you are willing to offer her ladyship the comfort of your home?”
Paul met her gaze without breaking it for several moments before he heaved a sigh.
“My hens are going to be frantic for a long time after this but yes, if your lady needs a place to put her feet up she is welcome under my roof.”
“Excellent, I will fetch her. I dislike leaving her side but I could not risk that any of you might have meant her harm. We shall return within the hour.” With a sudden leap and another cloud of dust she was airborne.
“Miranda, a word?” Paul watched the Dragon fly off and took a long draw from his hip flask with one shaky hand.
“Sorry Paul, if I told you she was coming, Xalanth would have killed me, and I do mean literally. She takes the safety of the Lady Essig very seriously. I have to admit you handled her well though.”
“Wh-who is this Lady Essig?” Ophelia managed.
Miranda turned to her and the other stunned girls.
“Up until a few days ago she was the only known Empath in existence, at least the only one who wasn’t in a coma.”
“And she came here because our boy can’t stop himself from wooing every lady he comes across?” Paul snorted.
Miranda’s gaze flickered to Ophelia, who flinched slightly.
“Partly, though mainly I think she just wants to meet him.”
“Wh-why?” Nameless stammered.
He had torn his eyes off of the sky, the Dragon long since gone from his sight. He realized that he was clutching Milly and Erica tight to his sides, a grip they returned tenfold, Ophelia was likewise gripped on Milly’s other side.
“Cuz you’re one of those Empath thingies, numb-nuts!” Jan barked out, greatly enjoying the sight of the perturbed group.
She was somehow unfazed by the Dragon, as was Kala, although Jezebel was clinging to the Amazon’s back, her green skin far paler than usual.
“Girls, come on, we’d better make the guestroom presentable. The lady surely won’t mind some rumpled sheets, but Xalanth is another story.” Miranda took her mates back inside.
Milly finally found her voice.
“Master, are you okay?”
“Yeah, just not used to people making a fuss over me I guess.”
“No shit! That was a fucking DRAGON! I almost think we should take Paul’s initial advice and book it the hell out of here!” Erica breathed and nervously tongued at his hair a few times.
“Well, it’s good that you didn’t, you really don’t have a chance of getting away if she wants to find you. You lot best get that milk to market, I’ll show the Aegis where I keep the good linins.” Paul went back inside.
Their trip to the market proved to be just as eventful.
After the usual hubbub with selling Milly’s milk, they browsed the various stalls to pick up a few sundries. It seemed that every time they got home they found something new that the cottage needed, in this case it was some proper cutlery. Add to that the fact that Ophelia was used to running an entire orphanage and so thought of a few things they didn’t.
As they made their way through the market however they ran into a familiar figure: the unscrupulous Thaddeus Kirk.
Ophelia flinched as the man accosted her.
“Ah! Mistress Ophelia! A grand day to you, and I see you brought your little friends with you today.” He had snagged her by one arm and sneered at Milly and Nameless; “Don’t think I haven’t forgotten how rude you were to me before kids, I had hoped that we could do business together!”
Nameless glared at him, and Milly was clearly ready to start swinging.
Between the two Erica learned everything she needed to about the man.
“Let go of her you shitwank!” Erica hissed at him, tail puffed up and claws extended.
“Now now, no need to get upset little kitty! Ophelia and I are old friends!” His grip on her arm was clearly too tight, although she didn’t complain.
“Mister Kirk, our business is concluded. Leave me and mine in peace!” She told him, her musical voice shaking somewhat.
“That’s just the thing you see, the building would have covered your debt to me, but due to some zoning issues I won’t get nearly the value you promised out of it, so you have come up short it would seem.”
His threatening smile was as greasy as his hair.
“Debt, what debt?” Nameless asked.
“Oh, the little lady didn’t tell you? See without a full complement of children in the orphanage she wasn’t able to cover all of her expenses for the last couple years from government funding alone, so she came to me for help and I happily obliged. I do so love children you know.”
“I-it’s not my fault that the zoning doesn’t work for you, now please, let me go!”
His smile was gone now, though he kept one wary eye on Milly whose face was getting dangerously red.
“Relax folks! It will be an easy fix: just start bringing me the cow’s milk instead of that old bastard and your debt will be squared away in no time.” He cast a look at Erica; “Alternatively your little pussy cat could work off the debt for me, she seems the type.”
Milly had heard enough and was about to lunge for the man when several people screamed from behind him and a sudden familiar boom echoed around the market.
Dust rose from the ground and the slimy man whirled in time to witness a massive green gauntlet grab him by the top of his head and lift him aloft. In shock he lost his grip on Ophelia and clung desperately to the Dragon’s hand, blood trickling from his greasy hair where her claws pricked into his skin.
Her glowing eyes bored into his, and he couldn’t help but void his bladder at the terrifying visage of the monster.
“You have erred gravely, cretin. This man and his bond-mates are under my protection. Your life is therefore forfeit.”
She made to crush his skull and he screamed hoarsely at the incredible pressure she exerted with a simple flex of her fingers, blood flowing freely now.
“W-wait! Please, don’t kill him!” Nameless cried out.
The dragon paused without relaxing her grip at all and regarded him, her gaze curious as Thaddeus wailed from the insane force on his skull.
“This degenerate put his hands upon your mate, and yet you plead for his life?”
“Y-yes, he may be a d-degenerate but I don’t want his blood on my hands!” Ophelia squeaked.
“It won’t be. It will be on mine. Yet I understand your concern.” She nodded at them and gave a huff, a small puff of smoke coming out of her mouth; “My lady is much the same way, indeed it is her gentle nature that I love so dearly. I therefore will not fault you for yours.”
Her grip relented somewhat as her gaze turned back to the now whimpering Thaddeus.
“This man and his mate just saved your life. Whatever debt you imagine was owed has now been paid in full. Indeed I daresay it is you who now owes them, though I do not think your life is worth over much.”
With that she dropped him to the ground.
“Remove yourself from my sight, should I see you again I will not spare you a second time.”
Head bloody and woozy from the crushing force, he was unable to get his wobbly knees to support his weight, so the sobbing Thaddeus scrambled away as fast as he could on all fours.
The market was suddenly quite empty.
“My lady rests as we speak, but she is most eager to make your acquaintance. Should your errands be completed then I shall escort you back. I also wish to purchase some of your milk. Goodman Fletcher tells me that it is a wonderful restorative and may do her some good.”
Milly swallowed.
“N-no need to purchase it, you dealt with that horrible man to protect my bond-sister, so I will gladly give it to her, it is the least I could do.”
“Mmmm, honourable. You have my thanks, gentle cow creature.”
With that she whirled and stalked away on the balls of her taloned feet, her muscular tail sweeping behind her as she prowled through the vacant market.
Even if their errands were not complete, none of them would have dared to say otherwise.
Nameless soon found himself alone in Paul’s kitchen, sitting across from a woman who was almost exactly the same height as he was. Her hair was white and wispy, and although her features made her age indeterminate, something about her bearing told him she was older even than Paul.
“Hello Nameless. My name is Sadie.” She broke the silence after regarding him for almost a full minute.
“Um… hi?”
“I imagine this all must be a bit much. I understand that just a week ago you were living a very different life?”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
“And yet I sense that given the choice, you would say that your life is greatly improved?”
“Of course! Life with Milly and Erica and Ophelia, it’s incredible!”
She let out a soft chuckle at his enthusiasm before her tone turned serious.
“Erica was the Tenebrae correct?”
He nodded.
“Would you mind if I examined her stone?”
He considered her request for a moment, and indeed it was a request. He had learned that when it came to the heartstones of monster girls there was a great deal of trust in who was allowed to handle them.
But Miranda clearly held great respect for the Lady Essig so he handed her the vibrant green stone.
She took it and examined it for a few seconds, then smiled.
“You have been good to her, for her to have recovered so quickly. I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to meet you. You didn’t know who she was when you tried to save her?”
“No, Milly had told me about her sister, but by the time I brought her out of the darkness I didn’t even know who I was…”
The lady drew in a sharp breath, her hazel eyes wide.
“What do you mean?”
“Um… I don’t really know how to explain it… it was like, she was in so much pain, and my own baggage was holding me back from reaching her, so I just cast it all off to go after her.”
She winced at that.
“You… are a very lucky young man. What you did, was all but suicide.”
“Wh-what?!”
“You threw away your own psyche, your own personality. Tell me, how did you get it back?”
“She, she helped me find my memories again after she bonded with me.”
She nodded at that.
“Indeed, so very fortunate. What you did…please, don’t ever do it again! There is a better way and I would be happy to teach it to you!”
He nodded eyes wide.
“It is actually a simple thing, you were sort of half right in your method. You do need to cast aside your own ‘baggage’, but you need an anchor to hold onto your personality. The best anchors are the hearts of those bonded to you.” She handed him back the stone; “You can sense her love for you easily enough, all you need to do is visualize the light of her heart in the darkness and you have your anchor.”
He closed his eyes and like she said it was very simple, soon he could see all three of his girl’s hearts. The colours of their stones reflected in his mind.
“Most of being an Empath is instinct, there is really very little to teach. The anchors are one lesson, though I think given another chance you might have figured that out on your own. Otherwise it is a matter of will, and of love. To save a girl from the darkness you have to be a beacon for her, to draw her out. And to do this you have to have the will to endure her pain.”
She sighed somewhat mournfully.
“Sadly, my own strength has faltered of late, the darkness we encounter in these girls takes a toll on us, even if we don’t feel it for many years. I don’t have the will that I used to. I have seen too much pain, too much of man’s cruelty. I could aid you, but I no longer have the strength to save a girl from the darkness alone.”
“Will you ever get better?” His eyes were wide, emotion clouding his throat at her obvious sorrow.
“Time will tell. In the meantime I can teach you what little you can’t learn from your own instincts so that you can take up the slack.” She looked worried for a moment and then sighed again; “That is, if you are willing to?”
He was surprised.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Heh, good answer. But just because you have the gift doesn’t mean you have to use it.”
“Um… I think it does though. How could I have this power, the power to save girls like Erica, and not use it?” His earnestness moved her.
“Again, well said. And I am eager to teach you, but I’m afraid before we begin your lessons the Aegis requires a service of me. It seems that a certain Flutterby broke the law when she bonded with you?”
His throat went dry suddenly and he could but nod.
“I have to examine her heartstone, and have a conversation with her, to make sure that her infraction was indeed a minor one. You can stay for it, but I must insist that you not interrupt.”
Again he nodded and soon Ophelia was invited in and sat down with them.
Wordlessly he took her hand as he handed her stone to the elder Empath.
What followed was much the same as the interview that Miranda conducted, though many of the answers Sadie gleaned merely from holding Ophelia’s stone and feeling her reactions.
Her questions went far deeper however, asking about specific milestones of his life and focusing especially on how Ophelia held herself back from comforting him when he was treated poorly by the other children.
There was a very tense moment when they talked about the deaths of Sophie and the others, it had been an accident when they had drowned and Ophelia had tried to stop them from going swimming. But given her bond and the way that the girls had treated him Sadie was concerned about her role in the events.
Fortunately the ability to read her heartfelt remorse at the deaths of the three girls exonerated her from blame. It was nevertheless a disturbing thought to have to entertain.
At last Sadie pronounced her judgement, which was again much the same as Miranda’s: she could have handled it better but was now free to be with her bond-mate.
He couldn’t help but pull her into a firm hug after that, while Sadie smiled and waited for the pair to compose themselves.
“It is good that the air has been cleared for you two, and now I strongly advise you to have sex as soon as reasonably possible.” They both blushed brilliantly at that; “Nameless is right, I think, that you were beginning to fall into the darkness. Neglect, even benign neglect, can be just as toxic for a girl as other darker emotions. For a bonded girl to resist it for as long as you did is truly remarkable, and the best thing to do is move forward. Given that the tension between you two is quite palpable I think a thorough love-making session is just what is needed to put the past where it belongs.”
Her well-spoken words almost made her blunt instructions more shocking to Nameless, though Ophelia recovered quickly enough.
“Thank you Lady Essig, I assure you, my man will not be safe from my affections much longer.” She gave him a coy look out of the corner of her eye.
The lady chuckled warmly.
“Good, though I do still need to talk with him regarding his abilities. There are certain pitfalls to avoid when dealing with Tenebrae…”
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Sometime later Nameless and Ophelia found themselves in their bedroom.
He had learned everything that Lady Essig had to teach for now, and had taken her advice.
Erica and Milly were more than on board, at first they had meant to excuse themselves but Ophelia stopped them.
“You are my bond-sisters, we will be together for the rest of our lives and I cannot help but love you for all that you have done for our mate. I want to share this with you. I want you to join in as our Master makes love to me. Also, I do believe the three of us owe our man a tandem blowjob?”
Nameless almost passed out at her words, Milly blushed and giggled, Erica licked her lips hungrily.
“Ophelia, you are the naughtiest butterfly I ever met, are you gunna take his load all over your pretty face?”
“If that is what he wants…” Her eyes demurred to the floor.
“That is sooo hot! I want to help make that happen!”
The Katje took Ophelia into a surprise kiss, her tongue wildly grappling with the other woman’s while one hand groped unashamedly at her breast.
It seemed to Nameless that Erica was being especially aggressive, but he chocked it up to the excitement of the moment.
Ophelia didn’t. She made a mental note to speak to the girl privately later.
Meanwhile, Milly was gently massaging Nameless’s erect tool though his jeans.
“Is that what you want Master? To spray all of your stuff onto her face?”
He groaned as Milly began to undo his pants.
“Gah, Milly! That would be…”
Ophelia pulled away from a panting Erica.
“I think… if we are going to go down on our man, it might be easier if he was flat on his back, since the three of us seem to all be of different heights.”
The others readily agreed and soon all four were naked on the bed, Nameless’s head was propped on a pillow, he looked down into three sets of adoring eyes.
The hunger that greeted him was more than a little intimidating.
Seeing as Ophelia was meant to receive his load, she had taken the center while Erica was on his right and Milly his left. The girls on the side had their hands on Ophelia’s back, her wings folded down as they caressed her.
Left to right: blue, purple, green, he looked into each set of brilliant eyes and couldn’t help but begin to sweat at what was about to happen.
His erect tool rested against his stomach, the girls combined weight was on his legs, their faces hovering over him, their breath tickling his sensitive flesh.
“Are we going to make him say it again?” Milly whispered.
“Girls, please suck my cock again, suck my cock and make me cum all over Ophelia’s face.”
He wasn’t about to let them drag it out.
Ophelia smiled, Milly laughed and Erica pouted.
“It’s more fun when you squirm.” She muttered as Ophelia’s hand found his balls, kneading them delicately.
“Perhaps kitty, but I have waited so long for this night that I don’t think I could play any games, if that is alright with you?” Ophelia was deferential, not wanting to offend the Katje.
“R-right! Of course!” Erica blushed a bit, taken aback by her sincere request.
“Then pleasure him, Ophelia, pleasure our man.” Milly said with a smile.
Obligingly the Flutterby ran her tongue from her working fingers and up the length of his rod to his head, Erica’s hand joined in to hold him upright to Ophelia’s waiting mouth.
She took her time, swirling her tongue around his glans, her violet eyes hooded with the long awaited pleasure.
With aching slowness she wrapped the very tip of his cock with her lips, giving just half his head a long sucking kiss. Ophelia propped herself up on her elbows, using her hands to hold back her blue-black hair as she brought her mouth lower.
Erica meanwhile began to stroke him, taking her cue from Ophelia’s slightly bobbing head.
Nameless could tell she had a very different method compared to Milly and Erica, as much as he would enjoy fucking her mouth like he had the other girls, her leisurely technique soon had his toes curling. Same as the hand job she gave him, she soon set a measured pace, bringing him just halfway between her lips before withdrawing slowly.
She spent a great deal of time placing sucking kisses on the head of his cock.
Milly and Erica’s faces were right beside hers, cheek to cheek. She popped off of his rod after several purposeful bobs then indicated with her tongue that she wanted Milly to take over, with one hand on Ophelia’s back Milly stretched the other up to finger at his nipple while she followed Ophelia’s lead and took his erection between her lips at a glacial pace.
Nameless was panting now, the show before him would have been enough to get him off even without the added sensation. While Milly continued to suckle at him Ophelia had turned to Erica to share in a much less aggressive kiss, and the wet noise of their lips mingled with the squeaking coming from Milly’s intense suction on his cockhead.
“Ah… so good, my loves, so good.”
After a few more glorious bobs, Milly’s lips made an audible pop as she leaned her head back, licking at his head until it was Erica’s turn to take him into her mouth. With her stroking hand she guided him to her own lips and kissed him with a smoldering look in her eyes.
It seemed that she had picked up on the measured pace of the other girls as it took her an age to finally bring him between her lips.
Ophelia planted several pecks on Erica’s cheek and then swirled her tongue around where her lips met his cock, adding yet more sensation to their mate’s tool.
Soon Erica picked up the pace, bobbing several times in rapid succession only to pop him out of her mouth and proffer his cock to Ophelia again.
Ophelia had a strange look in her eyes, her face was red and Nameless, despite his pleasure, found himself worried even as she licked at his head again.
“Ophelia, what’s wrong?”
“Not a th-thing Master, it seems that my b-bond-sisters have decided to have their way with me while I pleasure you.” She shuddered out then sucked his head back into her mouth and began to bob rapidly.
He could see Erica and Milly’s shoulders working vigorously and realized that they were fingering her from behind.
Ophelia’s cheeks were puffing out as she tried to maintain her composure and suck him but couldn’t as her moans began to build up.
The sight was incredibly erotic for the over-stimulated man.
“Do it girls, make her cum with my cock in her mouth.”
Erica began to move both of her hands faster, one on his cock and the other fingering Ophelia’s with her forearm jammed between her cheeks. Milly alternated between squeezing Ophelia’s pert butt and lightly petting it.
Ophelia was practically vibrating as she began to bob her head for real, sucking hard on his tender flesh while her bond-sisters pleasured her.
“Cum for me Ophelia, I want to see it, I want to see what your face looks like.” His voice was hoarse with excitement.
Her head stopped bobbing with just his glans between her lips as her wide eyes locked with his.
She panted a scream around his cock, one shuddering breath after another as she thrashed atop him.
“That’s it sister, show him everything” Milly licked at her face as her pleasure rolled over her.
Erica didn’t stop her thrusting fingers until Ophelia began to sob a bit from the over stimulation, his cock slipping from her mouth.
His erection bounced up and down with his own need as Ophelia recovered.
“I’m so close, please somebody…”
Milly and Erica abruptly shifted upwards, bringing their lips right next to Ophelia’s and all three of them planted sucking kisses and broad licks over his cock while Ophelia massaged his balls and Erica stroked him.
The tension in his balls spilled forth and he tried to warn them but all he managed was a guttural grunt in his throat as his cum began to spurt.
As soon as they felt his release, all three girls opened their mouths wide to accept his salty treat. Erica deliberately pointed his cock at Ophelia, his seed splashing off of her lips and tongue as they all licked at him.
He grunted and would have thrust upwards but the girls combined weight had him pinned, he was at their mercy, fortunately they were merciful as his orgasm continued, each of them taking a turn to give an intense sucking bob to his spurting member to extend his pleasure.
His abs were locked tight as he arched upwards, groaning uncontrollably.
All three girl’s faces were coated, but Ophelia was a real mess, despite being above him, both of her cheeks had been basted and a line had been drawn across her nose and onto her forehead.
She bobbed on his cock through his last few spurts, taking him deep.
At long last his groaning was reduced to wheezing gasps as his voice faltered and his head slumped back, taking his eyes away from the girls.
They couldn’t have that though; Erica’s throaty voice cut the silence as she swallowed her share of his copious load.
“Master, you are missing the show, this is the best part after all.”
He took a couple deep breaths then propped himself back up.
To see Erica and Milly taking turns at tongue-feeding Ophelia his cum.
Their kisses were sloppy, as one took over Ophelia’s mouth, the other lapped at the mess of his thighs and cock and gathering more of his cum to present to her.
His member twitched at the image.
“You girls… spoil me so…”
The show mostly over, Ophelia’s sultry gaze found him again and she whispered into the growing darkness.
“That’s because we love you more than life, dearheart. And I will gladly do this with my bond-sisters every day and night for the rest of our lives for you.”
He chuckled a bit and shook his head.
“Not a chance, I plan to make love to you tonight and many other nights besides. And I think it is about your turn to be spoiled, love.”
Milly and Erica both smiled, they knew what was going to happen next.
Ophelia breathed a shuddering breath and made simple yet deeply arousing request.
“If that is the case, then might I suggest you take me from behind? It will be easier with my wings, and then I can bury my face into Milly’s juicy pussy like she deserves, I got a small taste of her last night and think I would greatly enjoy another.”
Milly mooed in alarm.
Erica laughed into his hip.
Nameless nodded like an idiot.
As promised he and Milly quickly swapped places and the Minotaur held Ophelia’s head with two hands to her privates as the butterfly girl worked her nether lips vigorously.
Her butt wiggling invitingly while Nameless was positioned behind her, his feet on the floor as there was no more bed left to kneel on. Having just cum he was enjoying the show immensely, as well as the firm massage Erica was giving his groin, her breasts pushed into his arm as she worked to bring him back to readiness for the Flutterby.
He reached out and took Ophelia’s cheeks in his hands, massaging the nearly translucent globes with his fingers as Erica wiggled his floppy wiener between them.
To help revive his flaccid penis the Katje started whispering into his ear.
“Look how wet she is for you Master, she’s so tight too; when I fucked her earlier I wasn’t sure if I was going to get my fingers back. She’s going to squeeze your cock so good lover, so you better get hard again because this butterfly needs you in her so bad.”
After that It didn’t take him long to get it up again.
His hands stayed on Ophelia cheeks, kneading them apart as Erica drew his erection between them, teasing her puckered hole briefly before dipping him lower.
He shuddered, and then wondered.
“Erica, what about you?”
“Master, once you two get going I am going to go and lie next to Milly and watch the show. From there I’m sure I’ll figure something out, so don’t worry about me, I’m going to have a blast.”
With that she positioned his cock at Ophelia’s entrance, and the dark haired girl that he had known all his life turned to watch him with one bright eye.
The room feel into a heavy silence as all waited for him to push himself forwards.
He gave a dubious thrust, but Erica’s hand was still guiding him and her aim was true.
He felt Ophelia’s folds give way before his erection and he was halfway inside her before he knew what had happened.
Ophelia gasped a sob of ecstasy as the moment that she had dreamt of for nearly two decades arrived.
Erica let him go, her guiding hand no longer needed. She leaned down and kissed Ophelia pert ass cheek. Then stood up and pulled Nameless into a brief but hungry kiss before she slapped his ass.
“Give her hell lover.”
With that she went and flopped down beside Milly, a quick peck to her bond-sister’s cheek they settled in as he began to pump himself in an out of Ophelia’s tight tunnel.
Just as Erica had promised, her grip was intense and Nameless soon found himself gritting his teeth as her inner muscles worked him over.
As his rutting rocked her forwards Ophelia returned to her task, her tongue parted Milly’s juicy cleft and with each thrust her face was forced deeper in the mooing girl’s sex.
The room reeked of sex, Erica was nearly overwhelmed by all of the different things happening around her, she couldn’t help but bring her hand down and finger herself as the slapping sound of wet flesh filled the air.
Milly once more took Ophelia’s head in her hands, doing her best to manage her hair for her, but failing utterly as her dark locks were dragged all over her pelvis.
Ophelia likely wouldn’t have noticed if her hair was on fire.
The pressure of her lover’s erection pounding into her most intimate space was enough to drive her wild, and she tongued at Milly’s pussy as a means to stay sane. Her wings spread as wide as they could, the muscles in her back stretching orgasmically.
Nameless watched as all three of his girls writhed in ecstasy and loved every second of it, he was bottoming out in Ophelia now, his hips sending ripples through her cheeks with each pounding slap.
His gait was steady, and he realized that since he just came, and since his girls had been spoiling him so often, he could probably go for hours; barring his collapsing from exhaustion of course.
With that knowledge and the feel of Ophelia around him he decided he would hold out for as long as possible to give her as much pleasure as he could.
He damn near broke the poor girl.
Ten minutes of steady pounding and she was writhing over a constantly lowing Milly, who had already found ecstasy once from Ophelia’s tongue.
Ten minutes after that and sweat was pouring off of him in droves and Ophelia had lost her voice from crying out her release.
He started to pound her harder, building himself up as he was unable to even speak while exhaustion began to set in.
The entire time, Erica had steadily played with herself, purring intently as she watched her man pleasure her bond-sister to the point of insanity.
Unlike the others she had just kept her motor going, she wanted to come with him, even if he was too far gone to notice.
When he started to pound into Ophelia with a vengeance Erica began to ramp herself up to match, playing with one erect nipple as she thrust three fingers inside of herself, her thumbs grazing her clit.
Nameless was almost at his limit, he hoped he could cum before he passed out.
Ophelia was done; her face a disaster from Milly’s juices and her own hair, her red splotched cheek was grinding against Milly’s sex, her tongue having long since given up as she merely gasped out sporadically in rapture.
The constant friction of Ophelia’s hair and cheek on her groin had also reduced Milly to a near puddle, able only to moo her satisfaction while her eyes rolled about wildly.
Erica saw it all.
Show me Master, show me what a beast you are!
At last Nameless found his release, Ophelia’s inner muscles tightening around him as she yet again found hers. He began to spurt deep inside her and he vaguely heard his kitty yowl with him as she brought herself over the edge of her own long climb.
Ophelia’s muscles worked over his member as his liquid heat shot deep within her, she managed a hoarse moan of satisfaction.
At last spent, Nameless legs trembled and he slumped over Ophelia’s perfect ass. He vaguely noticed the red marks from his aggressive grip all over her cheeks as his rapidly flagging cock slipped out of her with a wet plop.
Exhausted, he pulled himself beside one of Milly’s legs.
Wordlessly a very wobbly Ophelia settled on top of him, her normally gorgeous hair matted to her head. Her wings had folded down now and she managed to bring her face up to his and plant a lazy kiss on his lips. He was panting from exertion and slick with sweat but she didn’t care.
“Th-thank you… love.” She managed.
“Ugh… my line.” He grunted as he brought his trembling arms around her.
She gave a very un-Ophelia-like snort of laughter as she settled her head onto his chest.
Her eyes drooped and she thought to say more, but soon noticed that his panting had turned into deep heavy breathing and he began to snore.
“And here I thought he had broken you.” Erica murmured.
She dropped down to groom her sister’s matted hair for her, only to quickly discover that Ophelia was drooling. She was asleep too.
“Aaaand apparently he did, Milly did you see-” As she turned she heard her other sister’s familiar breathing and realized that she was the last one standing.
“Son of a bitch…”
She then noticed the tell-tale glistening of her master’s seed seeping from between the Flutterby’s legs, and licked her lips.
“Heh, more for me…”
And she drove her face into her sleeping sister’s juicy crack.