Seamus stepped out of the bathroom, toweling his hair as he glanced out the window. The sky had already turned dark, the castle lights warming the room with a soft glow. He shut the curtains and exhaled.

"Tonight should be Diane's turn," he murmured to himself. "I need to do my best. She wants to evolve."

He turned toward the bed, just in time for his door to click open.

Diane stepped inside… and Isolde followed right behind her, closing the door with an all-too-familiar, deliberate slowness.

"Uh…" Seamus lifted a brow. "Isn't tonight supposed to be Diane only?"

"Change of plans," Isolde said, gliding in like she owned the room, which honestly, she probably thought she did.

"Unless, of course, you want to pretend you don't fantasize about having a threesome with mother and daughter."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "You're not wrong, but you're definitely suspicious."

Diane fiddled with the edge of her robe, cheeks slightly pink. "Can we… do it together? I want you to enjoy tonight even more. And Mother said if I join her schedule sometimes, I can evolve faster."

Seamus rubbed his jaw slowly. "So you two made that kind of agreement," he muttered.

"Not bad."

He sat on the edge of the bed, watching Diane approach.

"I enjoy my time with you, you know. You don't have to rely on your mother."

"I know." Diane moved closer, voice small but determined. "But she said she would teach me… techniques."

Seamus' eyes brightened instantly. "Techniques? Oh? Show me, then."

Isolde let out a soft laugh, amused by how quickly his curiosity shifted into eagerness.

"See, Diane?" she teased.

"Men are simple creatures when it comes to pleasure. You just have to give them something interesting."

She placed a hand on Diane's shoulder, guiding her gently forward.

"Take off your robe," Isolde said, her tone dropping into that smooth, dangerous purr that always made Seamus' breath hitch.

"Then kneel in front of him. I'll teach you how to do it properly."

Her red eyes glinted in the lamplight and Diane shivered under that gaze, excitement and nervousness blending together.

Seamus watched them both, pulse quickening, fully aware he'd just walked into something far bigger than a simple "schedule."

Diane nodded as she slowly took off the red robe she wore. Her face was flushed even in the dim light, and her hands trembled a bit as the robe dropped to the ground.

She only wore cute red lingerie; a bra and cut panties. Her legs were covered in floral lace stockings with small belts linking them to the panties, all hidden beneath a red transparent robe that didn't actually hide anything.

"You look good," Seamus commented, making her even more nervous.

"Don't say something like that… this is so embarrassing." She bit her red lips; she had put on faint makeup today.

"Does that lipstick smear all over my cock?" he asked, making Isolde laugh.

"Don't worry, it won't. It's blowjob-proof," she teased, pressing Diane's shoulder so she kneeled in front of him.

"Good. Now, open his robe."

Diane nodded and did what Isolde said. It was embarrassing—really embarrassing—as she peeled his robe off slowly and let it drop onto the bed.

She could see the hardened penis under his underwear. It was already bulging, almost straining, and she gulped.

"Now, take off his underwear with your teeth," Isolde whispered.

And Diane did it. Her teeth slowly peeled his underwear down, and his cock sprang up in front of her face.

She licked it slowly, from the tip to the base, coating it with her saliva. Her tongue felt the veins bulging along the shaft as Seamus groaned and grabbed her hair.

"Seamus, let her do her job first." Isolde moved beside him and sat down.

She grabbed his jaw to make him look at her, her hand sliding from his neck to his chest.

He frowned, clearly hating her touch, but Isolde only smirked. "Don't be like that. Sex is sex, you feel good, I get stronger. It's not that hard to give me a little smile, yeah?"

Seamus rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Isolde took it as a yes and kissed him roughly, sucking on his mouth as he let her tongue push inside and explore.

Her crimson eyes stayed locked on him, as if challenging him and he responded, dominating the kiss.

He sucked and bit her lips until she groaned, their mixed saliva dripping when they finally separated.

"Good boy." She tilted her head. "Now, Diane… don't frown like that. This night is still yours."

"Then Seamus should be focused on me only."

Isolde laughed. "Alright then. Let's step up your game, play with his balls like I taught you to and I'll help with the tip."

She kneeled to the ground. "Remember, Seamus… focus on my girl."

Seamus gulped as both women began moving. Diane slid her tongue over his balls, the warm and wet touch making him shiver.

She gently squeezed them with her hand while lightly nibbling, which pulled a low groan from his throat as his head snapped back.

"Fuck…"

Pleasure surged through him, especially when Isolde licked his sensitive tip.

Her tongue slipped under his foreskin, teasing and cleaning him with slow movements that made him hiss sharply.

Her hand wrapped around his shaft and stroked with steady pressure while her tongue circled the slit.

The mix of sensations sent tremors up his spine, and the attention on both ends pushed him close to losing control.

Their faces made it even harder to hold back. Diane stayed focused on his nuts, with her red hair brushing his thighs and her eyes silently asking to be praised.

Her nose pressed close to him as she breathed in his scent, sending more tingles across his skin.

Isolde's crimson eyes were hazy and full of hunger, and the sight of both of them working on him so desperately made him throb in her hand.

"You two are so good, hahh…" he said through gritted teeth. "Let me make a mess of your faces."

He groaned loudly as he finally came, releasing everything onto them.

Isolde calmly licked the cum from the corner of her mouth, while Diane shifted from the overwhelming wet heat between her legs. Her pussy was soaked and throbbing.

"Ngghhh, please. I want to be fucked."

She stood and pushed Seamus down, which even surprised Isolde for a moment.

Diane crawled on top of him and pressed her dripping pussy against his hard cock, grinding slowly.

"You sure you do not want foreplay?" he asked, still breathing hard.

She shook her head, took hold of his shaft, and was ready to lower herself when Isolde hugged her from behind.

"Do not forget what you need to do for him," Isolde whispered close to her ear.

Diane nodded. "Yes, mother. I remember."

She lowered herself slowly, taking him in little by little. Her juices coated him completely, and the heat spreading through her body made her unable to think clearly. Her cunt felt unbearably hot and desperate.

"Ngggh. Ahhhh, Seamus," she cried as she finally sank all the way onto him.

"So tight," Seamus groaned while holding her waist firmly.

"Yes. You will feel even better now," she said as she began to move forward and backward.

Her movements were slow and deep, almost grinding him inside her.

Her clit dragged against his lower stomach and left a sticky trail. He clenched his jaw at how good she felt and how focused she was on every movement.

"Ohhh. Hhnnnn," she whimpered as her entire body trembled and her face grew hotter.

She shifted her rhythm and began riding him up and down.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and Seamus reached up to pull and pinch her nipples. Her eyes rolled back instantly from the sensation.

"Ugh. HHHHNNGGH," she cried as she increased her pace.

His thick cock pushed her closer to the edge, making her legs shake. She struggled to keep control, but the pleasure was too strong and kept building inside her.

She touched her stomach and felt the bulge move as his cock drove deeper inside, and the sight made her moan even louder.

"Seamus, this is amazing. Your cock is so deep inside me," she shouted.

Seamus cursed beneath her. "Fuck. You are so hot, Diane. Look how messy you are. Shit."

He wanted to flip her over and fuck her even harder, but Isolde moved quickly and stopped him.

She climbed above his face and hovered with her swollen and dripping pussy right over his mouth.

"Seamus, please. Make me cum too," she begged.

Before he could answer, she lowered herself and began grinding on his face, riding him with urgency.

Her clit brushed against his nose with every movement, and the pleasure sent sharp moans out of her throat.

"Aaahhh, Seamus."

Isolde grabbed his dark hair tightly, holding on so she would not fall as her body shook from the intensity.

Now, mother and daughter are riding him. He knew this night would be long.

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