Clarissa, her voice breathy and eager, managed to speak between his attentions. "But Julian... we are your maids... let us... serve you..."
Julian shook his head, his hands never stilling their possessive exploration over the curves of their hips and buttocks. "You've already served me more than enough," he breathed out, a firm yet tender tone in his voice. "Your hands have soothed my body. Now, it's my turn to take care of you. Let me take the lead."
His words were not a request, but a declaration of intent. His hands slid down again, firmly grasping the soft, beautiful fullness of their backsides, giving a simultaneous, purposeful squeeze that forced a twin pair of sharp, breathy moans from their lips.
He didn't wait for a reply. He turned and captured Clarissa's mouth first, kissing her with a deep, swirling intensity that made her knees weak.
Just as she was melting into it, he released her, leaving her dazed, and immediately turned to Celestia.
