After filling both of them, flooding their wombs with thick, hot seed until it leaked out in slow, creamy rivulets, Mika pulled out.
Yelena and Charlotte collapsed side by side on the ruined sheets, chests heaving, bodies trembling from the intensity.
Their pussies were red and swollen, gaping slightly, cum bubbling out with every weak clench of their overworked muscles.
Even as SSS-class Blessed—beings of superhuman vitality and endurance they were utterly spent.
Legs shaking, arms limp, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and satisfaction.
They thought it was over.
Finally, they could rest.
Yelena let out a soft, contented sigh, reaching for Charlotte's hand.
Charlotte curled into her mother's side, whispering.
"Mama...I can still feel him inside…"
But Mika's cock—still rock-hard, glistening with their combined juices—twitched hungrily.
He wasn't done.
Not even close.
