Midas's breathing deepened, a low rumble in his chest that seemed to make the very air vibrate.
His hands, still gentle, continued their slow, rhythmic stroking—one caressing Tsukimi's inner thigh, the other cupping Lovechan's hip.
The contrast between his composed, tender touch and the raw, demanding presence of his cock between their hands was dizzying.
"So beautiful," Lovechan whispered, her voice thick with wonder. Her thumb traced a thick vein that pulsed under the smooth skin, the subtle movement making his cock twitch in her grasp.
"It's like touching lightning, Midas. So much power." Her purple eyes, wide and full of adoration, lifted to meet his.
"I want to kiss it. Can I? I want to taste you." Her question was a breathy, eager plea, her body thrumming with a bold affection that eclipsed any hint of shyness.
Tsukimi's touch remained reverent, her slender fingers lightly tracing the shape of his cock, still tentative where Lovechan's were confident.
The heat from him was intense, a dry, living warmth that radiated through her palms.
"It's so much," she murmured, her voice soft and shaky. Her long hair fell like a dark curtain over her shoulder as she leaned her cheek against his thigh, the rough denim a sensory anchor.
"Midas, you feel so good. I've dreamed of making you feel good for so long." Her confession was a soft, vulnerable offering, her devotion a tangible presence in her touch.
Her gaze fell to her hand, marveling at the sight of it wrapped around him alongside Love-chan's.
"Everything I have is yours," Midas said, his voice a low, commanding purr that was meant for them alone.
"Every part of me. There is nothing you cannot have, my precious girls." He shifted slightly on the chaise, spreading his legs wider to grant them fuller access.
His blue eyes, now glowing with a faint, predatory light, watched them intently. "Show me your devotion. Show me how much it pleases you to please me." He did not rush them, his predatory patience making the moment feel stretched, every second charged with anticipation.
The scent of cedar and roasted coconut in the room deepened, mingling with the heady aroma of their shared arousal, creating a unique perfume of their intimacy.
Love-chan's lips parted, her breath warm against his skin as she leaned down.
Her tongue, slick and curious, darted out to trace the crowned head of his cock, tasting the faint saltiness of his precum. A soft, satisfied hum vibrated in her throat.
"Oh, Midas, you taste incredible," she murmured against him, her voice muffled but thick with unrestrained delight.
Her eyes, shimmering with joyful adoration, flickered up to meet his for a moment before she entirely took him into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as her tongue swirled around the tip, her shorter black hair brushing against Tsukimi's arm.
Tsukimi watched for a heartbeat, her shy hesitation melting away under the overwhelming wave of her love.
Her lips, soft and trembling slightly, pressed against the stiff, smooth shaft just below Lovechan's.
"So warm," she whispered, her breath caressing his skin. She followed Love-chan's lead, her touch more delicate, her tongue lapping shyly, learning his shape, his texture. The coarse denim of his discarded trousers chafed her knees slightly, a rough contrast to the silken heat in her mouth.
Her thoughts were a simple, pure loop of devotion—I'm giving myself to my Prince. I can make him happy.
"That's it, my sweet girls," Midas's voice was a low, guttural growl, full of raw pleasure. His hips bucked slightly, a nearly involuntary movement as their combined attention sent jolts of fire through him.
His left hand slid from Love-chan's hip to her hair, his fingers threading through the strands gently.
"Tsukimi, my precious thing, look at me." His command was soft, but it carried an undeniable weight. Tsukimi obeyed instantly, her purple eyes lifting to his, her lips still circling him.
Midas's gaze was possessive, his pupils dilated with lust, a faint red glow dancing in their depths. "Tell me how it feels to have my cock in your mouth."
"It feels," Tsukimi began, her voice quivering but clear, "like I'm worshipping you, Midas. It feels like this is where I belong.
" The honesty in her tone was absolute, her love stripping away all but the core of her devotion.
She tightened her lips slightly, her touch growing more confident as she moved in rhythm with Lovechan, their heads bobbing together in a slow, hypnotic dance.
The sounds filling the room now were wet and rhythmic, a symphony of their shared desire, punctuated by Midas's low groans and their soft, eager hums.
Midas's fingers tightened slightly in Love-chan's hair, a possessive but gentle pull that tilted her head back just enough for her gaze to meet his.
"You, too, my little Love-chan," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive vibration that she could feel against her lips. "Tell your Midas what this devotion tastes like on your tongue."
Her mouth worked around him, slick and practiced, as she let out a breathless, happy sigh.
"It tastes like you, Midas," she answered, her words a warm puff of air against his skin, her voice full of nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"Salty, and musky, and so, so good. It tastes like everything I've ever wanted." She picked up her pace, her throat muscles working as she took him deeper, her eagerness a palpable force.
She loved the control he had, the way his hand felt in her hair, guiding her, showing her just how to please him.
"He's my everything," she thought, a current of joy running through her.
Tsukimi, feeling a rush of affectionate courage, mirrored Love-chan's confidence. Her movements became less shy, her tongue swirling with more purpose as she matched Love-chan's rhythm.
The shared act felt incredibly intimate, a silent pact of their mutual love.
She loved the faint scent of cedar that clung to Midas, a clean, sharp note against the heady musk of his arousal.
"It feels like a promise," Tsukimi said, her voice stronger now, filled with a serene certainty. "It feels like I'm finally home."
"Good girls," Midas praised, his voice thick with lust. He leaned his head back against the velvet chaise, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips.
His free hand came down to cup Tsukimi's cheek, his thumb stroking her skin soothingly. He shifted his hips, pressing himself deeper into Love-chan's throat, testing her limits in a way that he knew would thrill her. "Deeper, Love-chan. Take all of me for yourself."
His words sent a new wave of arousal crashing through them.
Their pace quickened, their mouths working in a frantic, wet unison, their combined warmth and suction building an unbearable pressure.
The slick sounds of their pleasure filled the room, a frantic, beautiful rhythm against the quiet crackle of the Herone candle.
Midas's thighs tensed, his body beginning to tremble under their relentless, worshipful attention.
His scent intensified, wrapping around them like a potent spell.
Finally, with a sharp hiss of breath, Midas's hips bucked hard.
A thick, hot pulse of semen flooded Love-chan's throat, the taste startlingly rich and sweet.
She swallowed instinctively, a deep, satisfied moan vibrating against him as another pulse hit the back of her mouth, some of it spilling past her lips.
Tsukimi, feeling the final, spasming jerks, licked at the fresh slickness coating his shaft, savoring the last traces of his release, her heart hammering with a sense of blissful accomplishment.
Midas let his head rest against the velvet for a long moment, his breathing evening out, the pleasant scent of cedar and coconut clinging to him.
He slowly sat up, a languid grace in his movements, and gathered the two girls into his arms. He kissed Love-chan's forehead, then Tsukimi's, his touch surprisingly gentle.
"You've made me very happy," he murmured, his voice a low, satisfied purr. He looked from one to the other, his blue eyes holding a possessive glint.
"Such devotion. It's a beautiful thing. It's a pity humanity so rarely understands it." He shifted, moving them so they were all lying back on the chaise, Tsukimi on his right, Love-chan on his left, their naked bodies pressed flush against his.
"Now, it's my turn to give you pleasure. To show you a new kind of bliss."
Tsukimi buried her face in his neck, inhaling his scent, her body already tingling. "Midas, I… I trust you completely." Her whisper was full of shy reverence. He's a sin? No, he's my savior.
He is my entire world, and I am his to claim. The thought filled Tsukimi with a profound sense of peace.
Love-chan propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at him with adoration. "I'm not scared, Midas. As long as it's with you, I want everything. Take all of me." Her boldness was fueled by a love so intense it felt like a physical weight in her chest.
Midas chuckled, a dark, rich sound. "Greedy little thing. It's a good thing I have more than enough to give." He maneuvered Tsukimi onto her back, positioning himself between her legs.
"We'll start with you, my quiet little dove." His fingers found her slick entrance, circling gently, preparing her.
"This is a prize you've wanted for a long time. The reward for your patient's love." He met her wide, trusting eyes.
"Don't worry about a thing. It's only natural to want to belong to someone. I'm just giving you what your heart already desires."
He aligned himself, the head of his cock pressing against her tight, wet folds.
"Just breathe for me, Tsukimi. I will make this feel like heaven." With a slow, steady pressure, he began to push inside her.
Midas held Tsukimi's gaze, his own eyes a vortex of possessive blue. "You are exquisite," he breathed, his voice a low vibration that traveled from his chest directly into hers.
"Open for me, my quietest love. Your Prince is claiming his prize." He braced his hands on the velvet chaise on either side of her hips, his chiseled torso gleaming in the candlelight, and began to press forward.
Tsukimi's breath hitched, a sharp sound in the intimate quiet.
A deep, stretching pressure bloomed within her as he entered, slow and unyielding. It was an intense, overwhelming sensation —a fire spreading from her core outward. Her knuckles went white as she gripped the velvet, her entire body tensing around him. "Ah, Midas—ah!" A piercing cry, sharp with the shock of being filled so completely, tore from her throat.
He paused, letting her body acclimate, the thick, unyielding length of him a solid, pulsing weight inside her.
The sharp sensation quickly began to melt, replaced by a profound, soul-deep feeling of being possessed, of finally belonging to him.
Love-chan watched, her purple eyes wide with a mix of awe and hungry anticipation. She leaned over, her breasts pressing against Midas's side as she ran a hand up his back, her nails tracing his spine.
"Fuck, Midas, look at you inside her," she whispered, her voice husky. "You're so big. It's so beautiful." She then turned her attention to Tsukimi, her touch gentle as she brushed stray strands of hair from Tsukimi's damp forehead. "Tsukimi-chan, you're so brave. He looks so good taking you."
Midas shifted, driving a fraction deeper, his ten-inch length stretching her to her absolute limit.
The tip of his cock bumped against the unyielding wall of her cervix, sending a jolt like lightning straight through her spine. "There," he growled, a delighted sound. "I can feel the very bottom of you, Tsukimi. I can feel your heart beating around my cock."
He leaned down, his lips finding the tender skin of her neck, sucking a dark, proprietary mark into her flesh just below her ear.
"This is yours now. The feeling of being completely and utterly mine."
He began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that ground his hips against hers.
Each inward stroke was a deep, stretching invasion; each withdrawal a torturous, slick slide that left her aching for him to return. "Ah, oh, Midas—yes, right there," Tsukimi moaned, her head thrashing on the velvet. Her shyness was being burned away, replaced by raw, uninhibited need.
She arched her back, her full breasts rising towards him, the nipples hard and pleading. Midas obliged, lowering his head to latch onto one, his tongue laving the peak before his teeth grazed it, sending another cascade of shivers through her.
"Fuck," she sobbed, a sound of pure pleasure, "I love you—I love you so much!"
Love-chan's hand roamed lower, her fingers finding Tsukimi's clit amidst the tangle of their bodies.
She began to rub small, knowing circles, her touch perfectly in sync with Midas's thrusts. "Let go, Tsukimi-chan," Love-chan urged, her voice thick. "Come for him. Come for us." The dual assault was too much; Tsukimi's walls spasmed violently, her body convulsing as a shattering orgasm ripped through her, her scream echoing in the quiet room.
Midas grunted, the deep, guttural sound reverberating from his chest as he drove back into Tsukimi's slick heat.
He kept his pace hard and steady, each thrust pushing deep inside her, meeting the sensitive nub of her cervix with a solid, satisfying impact.
Her body, still trembling from her orgasm, clenched around him, her inner walls fluttering with aftershocks that milked his length.
He didn't stop, his teeth moving from her neck to her breast, clamping down gently on her already-peaked nipple.
He suckled it hard, like he was drawing out her very soul, his tongue swirling around the bud.
"Aahhn, Midas—please, it's so much!" Tsukimi sobbed, not in protest, but in overwhelmed ecstasy.
Her mind had dissolved into pure sensation. The relentless friction deep inside her and the sharp, pulling pleasure at her breast were weaving together, sending sparks shooting through her veins.
"Yes, don't stop, fuck—I can feel you everywhere, everywhere!" She grabbed handfuls of the velvet chaise, her legs wrapping high around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper.
Each time he hit her cervix, her vision whited out for a second, a blissful, stunning shock that she was already starting to crave.
The kiss swallowed Tsukimi's moans, their shared breath mingling with the scent of jasmine and sex.
Midas's thrusts made her body ock, her breasts bounced.
"He's taking everything," Tsukimi panted, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crested. "And I want him to.
Without breaking his rhythm, Midas lifted his head, his blue eyes blazing with a predatory pride. He reached out and cupped the back of Love-chan's neck, pulling her into a three-way kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth just as he bottomed out inside Tsukimi again. "That's right, my greedy little things," he growled against their lips, his voice thick with lust and satisfaction. "Share all of this. This is all for you." His hips pistoned faster, pushing Tsukimi toward a frantic second climax.
Midas broke the three-way kiss, his gaze locking onto Love-chan with a sudden, predatory intensity. He grabbed her by the nape of her neck, pulling her into a rough, dominant kiss that left no room for hesitation. His mouth was scorching, his tongue plundering hers with a raw possessiveness that made her moan directly into his mouth. The scent of roasted coconut deepened around her, a heady, intoxicating perfume of his focused lust.
It was overwhelming, precisely what she craved.
"Ahh—Midas, yes!" Tsukimi cried out from beneath him, her voice a high, beautiful, keen note of pure bliss.
As Midas devoured Lovechan's mouth, his right hand moved to Tsukimi's breast, kneading the soft flesh with demanding pressure.
His thumb and forefinger found her nipple, already hard and exquisitely sensitive, and pinched firmly.
The sharp, electric thrill shot straight to her core, amplifying the immense pressure of his cock deep inside her. "Oh, gods, yes—that feels so good!"
Driven by the overwhelming sensations—the sight of Love-chan being consumed by his kiss, the delicious pressure on her breast, and the urgent need building in his groin—Midas let out a guttural roar.
He slammed his hips down with brutal finality, his entire ten-inch length driving deep into Tsukimi, pushing past her cervix in a powerful, definitive thrust that seemed to touch her very soul.
"Ah—Midas!" she screamed, her body bowing off the chaise as a violent, blinding orgasm seized her.
At the exact moment, he groaned, a raw, primal sound torn from his throat.
Hot, thick ropes of his semen flooded Tsukimi's womb, a scalding tide of pure pleasure.
Love-chan drank in his triumphant groan through their kiss, her own body humming with sympathetic delight.
He pulsed again and again, filling Tsukimi as he held all of them locked in a final, shuddering embrace of shared ecstasy.
A blissful, sated silence descended, broken only by their ragged panting.
Midas slowly pulled back, his cock sliding slickly from Tsukimi's thoroughly used channel.
He eased himself onto the velvet beside her, pulling Love-chan down to lie against his other side.
"My sweet, greedy girls," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he stroked their sweat-slicked hair.
He looked from Tsukimi's blissful expression to Love-chan's worshipful eyes. "And that was just the beginning."
Love-chan propped herself up, her full, firm breasts pressing against his arm. Her pupils were blown wide with adoration. "Midas, that was—wow. It was incredible just being so close to that. Watching you claim her." She looked at Tsukimi, her smile affectionate. "Are you okay, Tsuchan? You look like you're glowing."
Tsukimi let out a contented sigh, her long limbs feeling wonderfully heavy as she lay nestled against Midas's side.
A single tear of pure joy slipped from the corner of her eye. "I'm perfect. He made me perfect." She reached out a trembling hand and laid it on Midas's chest, feeling his steady heartbeat under her palm.
"Thank you, Midas. For—for everything." She felt his warmth still blooming deep inside her womb, a secret, possessive treasure. Her entire being felt settled, as if a question she hadn't known she was asking had finally been answered.
Midas slid out of Tsukimi with a soft, wet sound, leaving her sighing contentedly on the velvet chaise.
He turned his attention fully to Love-chan, his movements fluid and unhurried. He gently guided her onto her back, positioning her right beside the still-glowing Tsukimi.
He pinned her gently, his powerful body caging hers, his gaze tracing the soft, firm curves of her breasts. Her skin was flushed, her purple eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and adoration.
"Ready?" he whispered, his voice a low, intimate murmur meant only for her.
"I was born ready for you, Midas," Love-chan breathed back, her voice unwavering and full of joyful surrender.
She reached up, her hands tangling in his silvery-white hair, pulling him down. "Just kiss me. Kiss me and make me yours."
He met her lips, the kiss starting slow and tender before quickly deepening, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with a confident possessiveness she eagerly returned.
While he kissed her, he drew his still slick cock between the warm, damp folds of her pussy. He rubbed the thick, hardened head against her virgin entrance, teasing her, the friction sending bolts of pleasure through her.
Her unopened flesh was incredibly sensitive, and the feel of him, so close but not yet inside, made her hips buck instinctively.
"Fuck, Midas, you feel so good," she gasped against his mouth, her whole body tingling. "It feels like my whole pussy is begging for you. Just from your touch."
"Impatience is a delicious sin, my sweet," he murmured, his lips traveling from her mouth to her jaw, then down the column of her neck. He continued the slow, torturous friction, his cockhead circling her opening, slicking her with Tsukimi's juices and his precum.
"I want to hear you plead for it. I want to know how badly you want to be mine."
Her thighs trembled as she strained against him.
"Please, Midas, please," she begged, her voice thick and desperate. "I need you inside me now. I can't wait another second. Fill me up, Midas. Fuck me."
"I love it when you beg for me," Midas breathed, his lips brushing her ear. "It proves how much you're mine already." He rewarded her plea by slowly, deliberately pressing forward.
The initial pressure was immense, a dull, stretching ache as the thick head of his cock pushed past her maidenhead.
A sharp, fleeting sting made her gasp, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment.
But just as quickly, the sensation morphed into something else entirely—a feeling of being filled, stretched, and claimed that sent a tidal wave of profound pleasure through her entire body.
He was huge inside her, a solid, pulsing presence that seemed to connect directly to her soul.
She let out a long, shuddering moan of pure satisfaction, her body instinctively arching up to meet him.
"Ah—fuck, Midas!" Lovechan cried out, her voice a mix of awe and elation.
"Yes! Oh, gods, yes, it feels so good. I'm yours—I'm completely yours now!" She locked her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her thoughts a joyous spiral of—He's inside me, he's finally inside me, this is what I was made for.
Tsukimi, lying beside them, propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes soft with shared bliss. "Love-chan," she whispered, her voice still laced with contentment from her own experience. "You're taking all of him. You look so beautiful." She reached out, her hand gently stroking Love-chan's hip in a soothing, encouraging circle.
Midas leaned down and kissed Love-chan deeply, his mouth capturing her ecstatic cries. He began to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate, designed to let her feel every inch of his length.
With each deep, steady thrust, he pushed a little farther, his cock sliding against her tight, wet walls. Her pussy gripped him, incredibly snug and hot.
"That's it," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with pride. "Feel that? That's me making you mine, forever." He thrust deeper, the tip of his cock bumping her cervix, and a jolt of pure lightning shot through her.
"Oh, fuck, Midas—that spot!" she screamed, her head thrown back, her hair fanning out on the velvet.
"Right there! Hit it again! Please, hit it again!" Her previous boldness was nothing compared to this unrestrained, hedonistic pleading.
Midas obliged, his pride swelling at her surrender. He started to pump into her with a powerful, steady rhythm, each thrust aimed at that exquisitely sensitive point deep inside her.
He lowered his head and took one of her large, firm nipples into his mouth, his tongue laving the bud before he suckled it hard. The dual stimulation was overwhelmingly perfect.
Love-chan's body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on him as a shattering, pure white orgasm crashed over her, her screams of pleasure filling the room.
He drove into her one last time, groaning her name as her climax triggered his own, and he emptied his second load deep inside her womb.