"That… being his doesn't feel like losing myself. It feels like… more."

Xavier's chest tightened at the honesty in her words. He kissed her forehead, then Seraphina's, his voice rough with something he couldn't hide. "Exactly. You're not less because you share me. You're more because you're with me."

The tension shifted then. No rivalry, no hidden claws. Just warmth, the kind that pooled low in their bellies, the kind that promised the night wasn't over yet.

Seraphina slid her hand down his chest, her nails grazing his skin. "Then prove it again," she whispered, her voice husky. "Prove it to both of us."

Celene swallowed hard, her face flushed, but she didn't protest. She only whispered, "…Yes."

The lanterns flickered as though in answer.

Xavier leaned back against the pillows, his smirk returning, sharp and knowing. "Then come closer. Both of you."

And they did.

He smiled

Celene sat back first, shy but trembling with anticipation, her fingers clutching the hem of her robe. Seraphina, in contrast, sprawled with a confidence that sent a bolt of heat straight through him. She tugged Celene closer, pulling the timid beauty into her lap, and then looked at Xavier with a smirk that promised nothing short of ruin.

"You carried us here," she teased, tracing circles over Celene's bare thigh. "Now what will you do with us, my able bodyguard?"

Xavier's lips curved. "Show you."

He leaned forward, capturing Seraphina's mouth in a kiss that was equal parts rough and reverent. Their tongues tangled, wet and hungry, while his hand slid between Celene's shoulders, pulling her into the heat. Celene gasped softly, caught between them, before Xavier turned his head and claimed her lips too.

Her kiss was different—hesitant, sweet, tasting of innocence. He deepened it anyway, coaxing her tongue with his until she melted against him, her breath catching in soft whimpers.

When he finally pulled back, strands of heat connected their lips. Both women stared at him, flushed, needy.

"You wanted me," he said softly, his voice a growl. "Now you'll have me."

Seraphina smirked, tugging Celene's robe open to bare her breasts. "Then prove it."

Xavier's cock pulsed at the sight of Celene's pale skin, her nipples already stiff from the cool air. He bent low, kissing along her collarbone, then taking one peak into his mouth. Celene gasped, her fingers digging into his hair as he sucked and teased, her body arching under his attention.

Seraphina's laugh was low and sultry. "Look at you, Celene… already falling apart."

Celene whimpered, embarrassed, but the sound only drove Xavier harder. He switched to her other breast, giving it equal worship, his tongue circling until she cried out softly. Then he pulled back, his lips glistening, and met Seraphina's gaze.

"Don't think I've forgotten you," he murmured.

He kissed her again, deep and wild, even as his hand slid down her stomach, parting her thighs. Seraphina moaned into his mouth as his fingers brushed her soaked slit, the heat of her arousal undeniable.

"You're dripping already," he whispered against her lips.

"And you love it," she shot back breathlessly, grinding into his hand.

He did. Gods, he did.

Soon, the three of them were tangled together on the bed, limbs entwined, lips meeting and breaking, heat mounting until the air itself seemed to throb with their desire. Xavier moved between them with purpose—kissing Celene until she forgot her shyness, then returning to Seraphina, claiming her with a hunger that made her moan louder each time.

His cock ached, hard and twitching, leaking with need. When Seraphina straddled him, guiding his length to her entrance, he nearly lost control. She sank down slowly, inch by inch, her walls gripping him with unbearable tightness until he was buried to the hilt.

"Xavier…" she moaned, her nails dragging down his chest.

He thrust upward, hard enough to make her cry out, and smirked. "Mine."

Seraphina rode him with wild abandon, her breasts bouncing with each motion. Xavier grabbed her hips, meeting every drop with savage thrusts that made her scream his name.

Celene watched, trembling, her hand drifting unconsciously between her legs. Xavier caught her eye, his voice rough with command. "Come here."

She obeyed, crawling closer, her lips parting as Xavier leaned forward to kiss her again. Her taste was intoxicating—sweeter now, tinged with the faint salt of nervous sweat. He reached down, guiding her hand to wrap around the base of his cock where it slid into Seraphina. Celene gasped at the heat, at the slickness, but didn't pull away.

"Good girl," he praised, his voice a growl. "Feel what you do to me."

Celene whimpered, her innocence unraveling under his words, her strokes clumsy but eager as Seraphina rode him harder. The combination of their touches nearly broke him.

"Together," Seraphina gasped, her eyes burning into Celene's. "Touch him with me."

Celene nodded shakily, her blush deepening, and leaned down to lick the crown of his cock each time it slipped free of Seraphina's soaked walls. Xavier groaned, the sensation overwhelming—tightness, wetness, heat, tongues, lips.

"Fuck…" he hissed, gripping the sheets.

The room filled with the sounds of wetness, of moans, of bodies colliding. Seraphina's cries grew louder, higher, until her walls clenched violently around him. She shattered in his lap, screaming his name as her release coated his cock.

That was all it took. Xavier roared, thrusting deep as his seed erupted inside her, hot and endless. The pulse of his release drove Seraphina into another trembling orgasm, her body milking him until he thought he'd lose his mind.

When it finally ebbed, Seraphina collapsed against his chest, panting, her lips pressing lazy kisses against his neck. Celene, wide-eyed and trembling, leaned in to kiss him too, shy but insistent, her tongue brushing his in soft worship.

He held them both, one in each arm, his chest heaving. The afterglow wrapped them in silence, broken only by their ragged breaths.

"You're incredible…" Celene whispered, her voice awed.

Seraphina smirked, still breathless. "Told you… he's ours now."

Xavier chuckled hoarsely, kissing them each in turn. "And you're mine."

The lantern flickered low, painting their bodies in gold and shadow. They lay tangled together, sweat-slicked and satisfied, the world outside forgotten.

Moments later..

Xavier lay on his back, breath finally steadying, both women curled against him—Seraphina sprawled confidently across his chest, Celene tucked shyly into his side. The weight of them was warm, grounding, almost too perfect to believe.

Seraphina's finger traced lazy circles over his skin, just above his heart. "Mm. You almost broke the bed," she teased, her voice husky from moaning his name minutes ago.

Xavier smirked, kissing the crown of her silver hair. "That was you, love. You ride like you want to kill me."

"I wanted to," she purred, nipping lightly at his collarbone. "But I suppose I'll let you live a little longer."

Celene flushed, eyes wide at their brazen exchange. She clutched the sheet to her chest as if it could shield her, though her bare breasts peeked from beneath anyway. "You two… you speak like it's nothing…" Her voice was soft, trembling.

Xavier turned his head toward her, catching her chin with his fingers and guiding her to look at him. "And you? You look at me like you're still not sure if it's real."

Celene swallowed, her blush spreading to her ears. "It feels… too much. I never thought I'd… share something like this." Her voice dropped even lower, a confession trembling free. "I never thought I'd want it so badly."

Seraphina's lips curved, sly and knowing. "She says that now, after kissing him like she was starving."

Celene gasped, covering her mouth, mortified. "I—I wasn't—"

"You were," Seraphina interrupted smoothly, smirking as she turned her head to Xavier. "I saw it. The way she leaned into you, like she'd die if you stopped."

Celene whimpered, burying her face against Xavier's shoulder. "Don't tease me…"

He chuckled softly, stroking her hair. "Don't worry, Celene. I liked it. Every bit of it."

She peeked up at him through her lashes, still shy but unable to hide the small smile tugging at her lips.

Seraphina lifted her head from his chest then, her expression sharpening slightly. She looked between them both before speaking, her voice calm but edged with steel. "But let's make something clear."

Xavier arched a brow, curious.

Seraphina leaned in, her forehead pressing to his, her eyes locking with his in fierce possession. "I am the first. The one who stood by your side when you had no name, no place here. Whatever others come—Celene, Lucy, or even a goddess herself—they don't change that."

Her words dropped like weight, heavy with meaning.

Celene froze, biting her lip, but said nothing.

Xavier smirked faintly, brushing his thumb across Seraphina's cheek. "You don't need to remind me. You've already carved yourself into me, Seraphina. That won't change."

Her gaze softened, and she kissed him again—slow, deep, sealing her claim not with words but with tongue and breath. When she pulled away, her lips glistened, her voice a whisper. "Good."

Celene shifted beside them, finally gathering courage. "Then… then what about me?"

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