While they spoke, Sophia and Yuki had crept closer, drawn by their own hunger and the pheromones pouring off him, and had found his cock standing thick between his wives' hips. Both women wrapped their fingers around it, stroking in slow, mismatched rhythm, and the rulers of a rising nation continued their territorial briefing between gasps and kisses and the slick sounds of hands working his shaft.
Mira's milk let down over his fingers. Helena bit his shoulder gently through her sentence about grain tariffs. His hips lifted once, twice, and then he groaned low and spilled, thick ropes arcing up and splattering across Sophia's lips and Yuki's cheek and both women's stroking knuckles.
Both women dropped instantly. Sophia knelt, Yuki knelt beside her, two well-bred young women on all fours like pets, and they licked his seed from each other's faces and fingers and swallowed it, moaning softly, sucking each other's fingers clean.
