A slow, predatory smile spread across Lyra's face as she felt him twitch inside her. "Already?" she purred, shifting her hips again, drawing a weak, pleasure-drenched groan from him. She leaned down, her dark hair a curtain around their faces. "You're not done, Satou. We're not done with you."

Jessica's hand, still tracing through the slick mess on his stomach, moved with purpose. Her fingers were soft but insistent as they wrapped around his softening length, gently easing him out of Lyra. He hissed at the sensitivity, but Jessica was already moving, her blue eyes locked on his with a fiery determination.

"My turn to taste," she whispered, and before he could respond, she lowered her head.

Her tongue, warm and agile, lapped at the mingled wetness at his base. It was a slow, cleansing stroke that sent a fresh jolt through his oversensitive nerves. She didn't stop there. Her mouth opened, and she took him in, not with the deep, consuming heat of before, but with a slow, worshipful attention that felt like a brand. Her tongue swirled, tender and persistent, coaxing blood back into tired flesh, reviving him with each soft suck and lick.

Lyra watched, propped on one elbow beside him, her golden eyes dark with shared lust. She reached out, her fingers threading through Jessica's blonde hair, not guiding, just claiming the connection. "That's it," Lyra murmured, her voice thick. "Make him hard for you. Make him yours."

And he was. Under Jessica's devoted, relentless mouth, he felt himself swelling, stiffening, the exhaustion burned away by a new, rising tide of need. It was a different kind of arousal—deeper, somehow, rooted in the adoration he saw in her eyes when she glanced up at him, her lips stretched around him.

When he was fully erect again, throbbing against her tongue, Jessica pulled off with a final, wet kiss to the tip. She didn't speak. She just turned, presenting herself to him on her hands and knees, her back a graceful arch, her round, perfect ass offered in invitation. The sight was breathtaking.

Satou moved without thought, driven by a hunger that felt ancient. He knelt behind her, his hands settling on her hips. He could feel Lyra shifting, moving to face him, her legs straddling his thighs from the front.

He notched himself at Jessica's entrance, slick and ready from her own desire. In one slow, relentless push, he filled her. She cried out, a sharp, beautiful sound of fulfillment, her back bowing as she took all of him, her inner walls fluttering in a warm, tight welcome.

As he began to move, setting a deep, rhythmic pace, Lyra closed the distance. Her hands came up to frame his face, and she kissed him. It was a possessive, deep kiss, her tongue sweeping into his mouth, claiming it as he claimed Jessica's body. He could taste herself on Lyra's lips, a dizzying, intimate flavor.

His right hand, which had been gripping Jessica's hip, moved. It slid around Lyra's waist, his fingers seeking and finding the slick, hot core of her. She gasped into his mouth as two of his fingers sank into her, curling in time with his thrusts into Jessica. He was the pivot, the connection, fucking one woman while fingering the other, their shared moans vibrating through his very bones.

The room filled with the sounds of their joining: the wet, rhythmic slap of skin, Jessica's choked sobs of pleasure with each deep drive, Lyra's ragged pants against his lips. He broke the kiss, panting, to watch Jessica. Her head was bowed, blonde hair sticking to her sweaty neck, her body pushing back to meet every thrust.

"Harder," she begged, her voice trembling. "Please, Satou, I need… I need to feel all of you."

He obliged, his pace becoming punishing, each stroke hitting a spot deep inside her that made her scream. Lyra's head fell back, her own climax building under the relentless curl of his fingers. She reached between them, her own hand joining his, her fingers circling her clit as he fucked her with his hand.

"Jessica… Satou… I'm close," Lyra gasped, her body tensing.

"Me too," Jessica cried out, her walls beginning to clench rhythmically around his cock, a pulsing, milking pressure.

It was a chain reaction. Lyra's orgasm hit first, a silent, shuddering wave that made her clamp down on his fingers, her juices coating his hand. The sight and feel of it, the raw ecstasy on her face, pushed Satou to his own edge. And as he felt himself about to tip over, Jessica's climax erupted. Her body seized, a long, wailing cry torn from her throat as she convulsed around him.

That final, vice-like grip was all it took. With a guttural roar, Satou plunged deep and held, spilling himself inside her in hot, endless pulses. His own release seemed to trigger a second, softer wave in Lyra, who trembled against him, and a prolonged shudder in Jessica, who collapsed forward onto the bed, taking him with her until he slipped out, spent.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing in the dim, magical light.

Slowly, tenderly, they rearranged themselves. Satou, utterly drained, lay back in the center of the bed. Jessica, soft and boneless, curled into his right side, her head on his chest. Lyra, still trembling slightly, fitted herself against his left, her leg thrown over his, her arm across his stomach. They were a tangle of limbs, sweat, and spent passion.

Jessica's fingers traced idle circles on his skin. "I love you," she whispered, the words barely audible but ringing with absolute truth. "So much it feels like my heart might stop."

Lyra nuzzled into the crook of his neck, her lips brushing his jaw. "You are my strength," she murmured, her voice raw. "My reason. I love you, Satou. More than anything."

The weight of their words, the solid, warm reality of their bodies pressed against him, filled a void he hadn't even known was there. He turned his head, kissing Lyra's forehead, then tilted to press his lips to Jessica's hair.

"I love you both," he said, his voice hoarse but clear. "You are my home. My everything. I don't… I can't imagine a world without this. Without you."

They held each other tighter, a silent vow passing between them in the dark. The frantic heat had banked into a glowing, profound warmth. Jessica's breathing evened out first, her body going lax with sleep. Lyra followed soon after, her possessive grip loosening into a peaceful hold.

Satou lay awake for just a moment longer, listening to their soft breaths, feeling their hearts beat against him. He was surrounded, claimed, and utterly, completely loved.

Author Notes

Next Arcs Starts with next chapter ,in this new arc we are going to explore in new worlds ,I will try my best to introduce other races and worlds in the book, happy new year in advance everyone

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