Lyra's hand finally freed him from his remaining clothing, and Satou's breath hitched as the cool air of the room met his heated skin. Jessica's lips trailed lower, from his neck to his collarbone, her breath a warm caress.

"Lie back," Lyra commanded softly, her voice a low hum of authority and desire. She guided him down onto the bed, the sheets cool against his back. The magical lights cast shifting shadows across the ceiling, but all he could see were the two women moving over him, their expressions a mix of tenderness and hunger.

They didn't need to speak. Lyra knelt at his right side, her golden eyes locking with his as her fingers traced a tantalizing path down his stomach. Jessica mirrored her on his left, her blue eyes soft but intent. Their hands met at his hips, and together, they began a slow, maddening exploration of his thighs, his abdomen, everywhere but where he was now achingly hard.

The dual sensation was overwhelming. Lyra's touch was firm, deliberate, mapping his body like a strategist studying a battlefield. Jessica's was feather-light, worshipful, as if relearning the shape of him. Satou's head fell back against the pillows, a groan escaping his lips as he surrendered to the onslaught of feeling. This was their focus, their shared purpose—him.

"Watch us," Lyra murmured, and his eyes snapped open.

He looked down the length of his own body. Jessica's hair curtained her face as she bent, placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss on his inner thigh. At the same time, Lyra did the same on the opposite side, her dark hair a stark contrast to Jessica's. The simultaneous heat of their mouths, so close yet not touching the center of his need, made his hips twitch involuntarily.

"Patience," Lyra whispered, her breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. "We're going to take our time. We're going to make sure you feel every second of this."

Jessica made a soft sound of agreement, nuzzling against him. "We want you to remember this. The way we taste you. The way we want you."

Then, in a movement so perfectly synchronized it stole the air from his lungs, they both leaned in.

Lyra took Satou cock into her mouth first, her tongue swirling around the crown with confident, slick pressure. A heartbeat later, Jessica's lips closed around the shaft, taking him deep with a muffled sigh of pleasure. Satou cried out, his hands fisting in the sheets.

The sensation was unlike anything he could have imagined. It was dual, layered, a perfect storm of contrasting techniques. Lyra's mouth was demanding, her suction intense, her tongue flicking and pressing with relentless precision. Jessica's was softer, deeper, her throat working around him with a yielding warmth that made his toes curl.

They moved in a slow, devastating rhythm. As Lyra drew back, focusing on the sensitive underside with the point of her tongue, Jessica took over, sliding down until her nose pressed against his skin. When Jessica rose, Lyra descended, swallowing him whole. They were a seamless, rotating wave of wet heat and pressure, never breaking contact, their breaths coming in soft, eager pants that vibrated through his entire being.

He could feel the slight scrape of Lyra's teeth, carefully controlled, a hint of danger that made his stomach clench with pleasure. He could feel the gentle hum of satisfaction in Jessica's throat, a vibration that traveled straight to his core. Their hands were on him too—Lyra's cupping and gently rolling his balls, Jessica's stroking the length he wasn't currently filling, her fingers slick with her own saliva.

"Gods," he gasped, his back arching off the bed. The visual was just as potent as the physical feeling. Seeing the two most important women in his life, their eyes closed in concentration and evident enjoyment, their cheeks hollowed with the effort of pleasuring him… it was a primal, ego-shattering thrill. They weren't performing for each other; their entire world in that moment was the feel of him in their mouths, the sounds he made, the way his body responded.

"Yes," Lyra moaned around him, the vibration shooting a jolt of pure electricity up his spine. She pulled off, her lips glistening. "Listen to him, Jessica. He's so close already."

"He's beautiful," Jessica breathed, her eyes meeting his as she continued to move her mouth up and down his shaft with slow, deep pulls. "So responsive. So ours."

Lyra dove back in, her enthusiasm now unfettered. She took him deep, her throat relaxing to take him further, and Satou's vision spotted. He was teetering on the edge, the coil of pleasure in his gut winding impossibly tight. Their pace quickened, a silent communication passing between them as they felt him tense. Jessica's hand joined her mouth, pumping in time, while Lyra used her tongue to lavish attention on the most sensitive spots.

"Don't stop," he begged, his voice ragged. "Please, I'm gonna—"

Lyra pulled off with a wet pop. "Not yet." Her voice was hoarse with desire. "We're not done showing you." She looked at Jessica, a silent question in her eyes. Jessica nodded, shifting her position.

In the next moment, Lyra was guiding him, her hand firm on his length as she positioned him at her entrance. She was already wet, her heat palpable even before contact. She didn't lower herself. Instead, she held him there, letting him feel the promise of her.

Jessica, understanding instantly, moved. She leaned over him, her breasts brushing his chest, and captured his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. It tasted of salt and him and her. As their tongues tangled, Lyra finally, slowly, sank down onto him.

The tight, wet heat of her sheathing him completely, combined with Jessica's passionate kiss, was a sensory overload. He groaned into Jessica's mouth, his hands coming up to grip her hips. Lyra began to move, a slow, rolling grind of her hips that made him see stars. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, her golden eyes burning into his.

"This is what you fight for," she gasped, riding him with increasing urgency. "This. Us. Feeling you inside me… knowing Jessica is right here with us…"

Jessica broke the kiss, trailing her lips down his jaw to his neck. "We're yours, Satou," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Every part of us. Always."

The dual sensation of Lyra's tight inner muscles clenching around him and Jessica's soft body pressed against his side, her lips on his skin, was too much. The climax that had been held at bay crashed over him with brutal, exquisite force.

He came with a shout, his body bowing off the bed as he spilled deep inside Lyra. The pulses seemed to go on forever, waves of pleasure wracking him, pulled from the very core of his exhaustion and fear and forged into pure, shuddering release. Lyra rode him through it, her own cries mingling with his, her body milking every last drop from him.

As the tremors subsided, she collapsed forward, her forehead resting against his shoulder, her body still joined with his. Jessica pressed closer, her hand stroking his hair, his face, whispering how much she loved him, how beautiful he was.

He was spent, utterly boneless, but the fire was far from banked. Lyra lifted her head, a satisfied, predatory smile on her swollen lips. She was still straddling him, still holding him inside her, and he could feel himself, impossibly, beginning to stir again at the look in her eyes.

"See?" she breathed, leaning down to kiss him, letting him taste himself on her tongue. "That was just the beginning. We're just getting started." She shifted her hips, a slow, deliberate movement that drew a ragged gasp from him.

Jessica's hand slid down his stomach, her fingers tracing through the sweat-slicked evidence of their joining. "Our turn isn't over," she said, her voice husky with promise. "We have all night to show you." Her hand drifted lower, her intent clear.

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