Patricia lay beneath me, a beautiful ruin, her body gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat in the low light. Her breath came in soft, hitching sighs, her well-used pussy still fluttering around my slowly softening cock in the last aftershocks of her climax.

The air was thick with the musky, sweet scent of sex and satisfaction.

I withdrew from her with a soft, wet sound, and she murmured contentedly, already drifting into a sated sleep. I covered her gently with a throw blanket, a stark contrast to the raw intensity of moments before.

My work with her was complete. But the night was far from over.

My gaze, sharp and hungry, found Madison. My queen.

She had watched the entire spectacle with a mixture of awe and burning anticipation, her own need evident in the flush on her chest and the way her hands nervously smoothed down her skirt.

Sofia stood beside her, a live wire of nervous energy, her eyes darting between the sleeping Patricia and me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

"Your turn," I said, my voice a low thrum that vibrated in the charged space between us. It wasn't a suggestion; it was a decree.

I rose from the couch, my body humming with power and purpose. My cock, defying any natural law, was already fully hard again, standing thick and proud from my body, its length and girth a blatant testament to the supernatural energy that coursed through me.

It was slick with Patricia's release, glistening under the light, a weapon of pleasure ready to be wielded again.

I closed the distance to Madison in two strides. She looked up at me, her dark eyes wide, her lips slightly parted. I cupped her cheek, my thumb stroking her jawline. "You watched so patiently," I murmured. "Now you will be the center of the universe."

I took her hand and led her to the center of the room, away from the couch. Then, I turned to Sofia. A mischievous smile played on my lips.

"And you, my little ghost, will have the best seat in the house."

In one effortless, fluid motion, I bent and scooped Sofia into my arms. She was weightless, a mere wisp of a thing against my enhanced strength.

A small gasp of surprise escaped her, followed by a giggle as I carried her as if she were feather-light to the large, ornate armchair that sat like a throne at the head of the room.

The chair was deep and wide, upholstered in a rich, dark velvet.

"On your back," I instructed Sofia, my voice leaving no room for argument. I settled her into the plush depths of the chair, positioning her so her head was comfortably pillowed against the high back, her long hair spilling over the fabric.

Her legs dangled gracefully over the rolled arms of the chair.

Then, I turned to Madison. "Now, my queen. Over her."

Understanding, and a thrill of taboo excitement, dawned on Madison's face. She moved with a regal grace that belied her arousal, climbing onto the chair and positioning herself over Sofia.

She lowered herself carefully, settling into a reverse cowgirl position until her own glistening, swollen pussy was hovering directly over Sofia's eager, upturned face. The sight was breathtakingly intimate and deeply erotic.

Madison's perfect, round ass was now presented to me, while beneath her, Sofia's eyes were wide, her breath quickening as she found herself inches from her queen's most intimate flesh.

"Now," I said, my voice dropping to a husky whisper as I stepped behind Madison. "Stay very still."

My hands settled on her hips, my thumbs pressing into the dimples of her lower back. I guided myself forward.

The visual was mesmerizing, a lewd masterpiece. My thick, veined cock, its broad, purple head gleaming with anticipation, nudged against the neat, perfect pink folds of Madison's pussy.

She was already slick, her arousal evident in the way her lower lips glistened, parted and inviting.

I pushed forward slowly, deliberately, savoring the moment of breach.

"OHHHHH... Peter... yes..." Madison's cry was a mix of profound relief and sheer, unadulterated ecstasy as I entered her.

I watched, utterly fascinated, as her tight, virgin-like pussy stretched exquisitely to accommodate my significant girth.

Her inner lips seemed to cling to my shaft, gripping it like a silken fist as I slid deeper, millimeter by agonizingly slow millimeter. I felt every ridge and contour of her inner passage, a hot, velvet embrace that threatened to undo my control immediately.

I began to move, setting a slow, deep, rhythmic pace. It was a pace designed for worship, for feeling every single sensation.

With each slow, deliberate withdrawal, my cock would emerge from her depths, slick and shiny with her copious nectar, every vein and contour visible. Then, with a soft, sure thrust, it would disappear back into her warmth, swallowed completely, accompanied by a soft, wet, sucking sound that was the only music in the room.

The two parts—my rigid, demanding cock and her soft, yielding, perfectly pink pussy—were a study in complementary contrast, a perfect, obscene fit.

But my attentions, as always, were divided. A king must see to all his subjects.

While my cock pistoned steadily into Madison's yielding, clutching depths, I leaned forward, over her arching back.

My hands remained locked on her hips, my grip firm and controlling. My own back muscles flexed and rippled with each powerful, deep thrust, a visible display of the strength driving into her.

My target was Sofia, who was trapped in a paradise of sensation beneath us.

I lowered my head between Madison's legs, my face nestled in the space where her thighs met her ass.

My world narrowed to the scent and sight of Sofia's most intimate self. My tongue darted out, not for a tentative taste, but for a full, claiming assault. I found Sofia's waiting, swollen, ruby-red clit, a hard little pearl of nerves begging for attention.

I didn't just lick; I flicked my tongue over her tiny nub with rapid, precise, bird-like movements, then circled it with the very tip, tracing lazy, maddening patterns that made her whole body jolt.

Then, I sealed my mouth over her entire clitoral hood and sucked, hard, applying a steady, intense pressure that made her see stars.

Sofia's response was instantaneous and violent. Her body bucked wildly underneath Madison, a muffled, scream of pure, shocked pleasure escaping her as my tongue and lips worked their magic on her.

"MMMPHHH! OH GOD! YES!" Her hands came up to grip Madison's thighs, her fingers digging into the soft flesh.

I was now a perfect machine of synchronized pleasure. My hips maintained their deep, satisfying, piston-like strokes into Madison, each thrust a full-length penetration that made her gasp and moan.

Simultaneously, my mouth and tongue were devoted to the ruthless, precise devouring of Sofia's cunt. I would flick and suck at her clit, then plunge my tongue deep into her entrance, tasting her unique, sweet flavor, before returning to abuse her sensitive nub.

The sounds were a symphony of depravity: the wet slap of my pelvis against Madison's ass, the lewd squelch of my cock moving in her slick channel, the hungry, sucking sounds of my mouth on Sofia, and the combined, overlapping moans and cries of both women.

I could feel Madison's climax building like a storm. Her inner muscles began to flutter and spasm around my shaft, a telltale sign of her impending release. Her cries became higher, more desperate, losing their rhythmic quality.

"I'm... I'm coming...! Peter, I can't...!"

I intensified my assault on Sofia, flicking my tongue over her clit with inhuman speed while simultaneously pounding into Madison with increased, animalistic force. The sound of my ass flexing and slapping against Madison's was now a sharp, rapid, staccato beat, a percussive counterpoint to their escalating, combined moans.

Madison came first. The dam broke. Her pussy clenched around my cock in a series of violent, milking spasms that were almost painful in their intensity.

Her scream was long, loud, and raw, a shriek of pure, unbridled release that echoed off the walls. Her body went rigid, then shuddered uncontrollably.

The intense vibrations and the sheer force of Madison's orgasm, combined with my relentless oral attention, tipped Sofia over the edge a heartbeat later. She convulsed under Madison, her own orgasm triggered by the sensory overload.

A guttural, choked scream was torn from her throat as her hips lifted off the chair, her body arching in a silent seizure of pleasure.

I rode out their waves, my own powerful frame the stable, unyielding center of their storm. I continued to thrust deep into Madison through her climax, prolonging her pleasure, and I didn't let up on Sofia until the last tremor had subsided from her body.

Finally, I stilled, buried to the hilt in Madison's pulsating warmth, my face still nestled against Sofia's oversensitized, thoroughly devoured flesh.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the ragged, harmonized breathing of three thoroughly spent individuals. The scene was one of complete, utter, and meticulously detailed conquest.

A conquest of body, will, and sensation, leaving no part of them untouched or unclaimed.

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