Harem Points System: Every Touch Counts!-Chapter 144: Shower time...

Their conversation fractured into filthy, breathless fragments.

Celene: "Harder… wreck my ass while the sun watches…"

Seraphina: "I'm going to come on his face just from watching you take it…"

Xavier, voice muffled against wet folds: "Both of you—come for me. Milk my cock and my tongue at the same time."

He picked up speed, hips snapping now, the slap of skin against skin loud in the golden room. One hand left Celene's hip to reach around Seraphina, two fingers plunging into her pussy while his thumb circled her clit. Seraphina screamed first—back arching, breasts bouncing as her orgasm crashed through her, flooding his mouth. The clench and flutter of her walls against his fingers triggered Celene; her ass clamped down on his cock like a fist, spasming in waves that ripped his own release from him with a roar.

He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulse after pulse of heat flooding Celene's ass until it leaked out around his base, dripping down her thighs and his balls in obscene rivulets. Seraphina collapsed forward, catching herself on shaking arms, and Celene slumped across his lap, both women panting, trembling, utterly spent.

For a long moment there was only the sound of ragged breathing and the soft drip of cum hitting silk sheets.

Then Seraphina laughed—low, sated, wicked.

"Sun's fully up now," she said, voice hoarse. "And we're just getting started."

Celene turned her head, cheek pressed to Xavier's thigh, a lazy, fucked-out smile on her lips.

"Give us ten minutes," she murmured, "then it's my tongue in Seraphina's ass while you reclaim her pussy. Fair's fair."

Xavier's cock—still buried inside Celene—twitched at the thought.

Ten minutes, he decided, was negotiable.

He pulled out slowly, admiring the gape he left behind, the slow ooze of his cum following.

"Five," he said, voice dark with promise. "Then we ruin you both again."

Outside, the new day blazed bright.

Inside, the three of them were only just beginning.

Xavier's hands were already moving, sliding Celene off his lap with gentle but possessive strength, turning her onto her back beside Seraphina. The sheets beneath them were a battlefield: silk twisted and soaked, streaks of cum and sweat catching the early sun like scattered diamonds. Both women lay on their backs now, legs tangled, black hair fanned across the pillows, enormous breasts rising and falling in perfect synchrony. Their bodies glowed: golden skin flushed rose at throat and chest, nipples dark and tight, pussies swollen and glistening, Celene's ass still leaking slowly onto the sheets in a slow, obscene trickle.

Xavier knelt between them, cock heavy and slick, already half-hard again despite everything. He looked like a god in the morning light: shoulders broad, abs cut sharp, eyes dark with the kind of hunger that never truly slept.

Seraphina reached for Celene first, cupping her face and pulling her into a slow, filthy kiss (tongues sliding, sharing the taste of him that still lingered on both their lips). When they broke apart, a thin strand of saliva stretched and snapped between them.

"Your turn to be in the middle," Seraphina whispered against Celene's mouth. "I want to taste your ass while he splits me open again."

Celene's answer was a broken moan. She rolled onto her stomach without being told twice, lifting her hips just enough to slide a pillow beneath them. The position arched her back beautifully: ass high, thighs spread, the small gape Xavier had left still fluttering, cum pearling at the rim and sliding down to coat her pussy lips below.

Seraphina moved like a predator. She stretched out on her belly between Celene's thighs, hands spreading those lush cheeks wider, and without ceremony dragged her tongue in one long, slow lick from Celene's clit, through her soaked folds, and up to the stretched, sensitive ring of her ass. Celene cried out sharply, fingers clawing the sheets.

Xavier watched for a moment (just a moment), stroking himself back to full hardness as Seraphina's tongue delved inside Celene's ass, licking him out of her with greedy, wet sounds. The sight alone nearly undid him.

"Seraphina," he growled, voice gravel and smoke. "Up. Hands and knees over her. I'm taking your pussy while you eat my cum from her ass."

Seraphina obeyed instantly, rising to all fours above Celene (breasts hanging heavy, nipples brushing Celene's back as she positioned herself). Celene reached up blindly, grabbing Seraphina's hips to steady her, guiding her forward until Seraphina's face was buried once more between her cheeks.

Xavier moved in behind Seraphina. One hand splayed across the small of her back, pressing her down until her chest nearly touched Celene's; the other guided his cock to her entrance. She was dripping (had been dripping for hours), and he slid home in one smooth, brutal thrust that punched the air from her lungs.

"Fuck—" Seraphina's cry muffled instantly as Celene pulled her mouth back down. "Eat me, angel… taste how full he left me…"

Xavier set a punishing rhythm from the start: deep, hard strokes that drove Seraphina's face deeper between Celene's cheeks with every snap of his hips. The chain was perfect (his cock slamming into Seraphina's pussy, her tongue fucking into Celene's ass, Celene writhing and grinding back against both of them). 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The sounds were obscene: wet slaps of skin on skin, the slick plunge of his cock, Seraphina's muffled moans vibrating into Celene, Celene's broken pleas rising in pitch.

Conversation came in gasps and fragments.

Celene, voice trembling: "I can taste him on your tongue when you kiss me later… I want that all day…"

Seraphina, pulling back just long enough to speak: "He's so deep—fuck—every thrust pushes my tongue deeper into you—"

Xavier, leaning over Seraphina's back, teeth grazing her shoulder: "You're both going to stay full of me. Pussy, ass, mouth—doesn't matter. I'm marking every hole before breakfast."

He reached beneath Seraphina, fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles. At the same moment Celene slipped two fingers into Seraphina's pussy alongside Xavier's cock (stretching her impossibly fuller), curling them to stroke her G-spot in time with his thrusts.

Seraphina shattered first. Her entire body seized, a strangled scream tearing from her throat into Celene's ass as she came hard, squirting messily around Xavier's cock and Celene's fingers. The clench dragged Xavier over with her—he buried himself deep and erupted again, flooding her pussy with thick, hot pulses that overflowed instantly, dripping down her thighs onto Celene beneath them.

Celene wasn't far behind. Feeling them both come inside and around Seraphina (feeling the hot splash of their mixed release dripping onto her own clit) sent her spiraling. She came with a wail, grinding frantically back against Seraphina's tongue, ass clenching on nothing now but memory.

They collapsed sideways in a heap: Xavier still inside Seraphina, Seraphina's face pressed to Celene's thigh, Celene's fingers tangled in Seraphina's hair. For a long minute there was only panting, the wet sound of slowing breaths, the lazy drip of cum hitting silk.

Eventually Seraphina laughed (soft, wrecked, delirious).

"I think we missed breakfast."

Celene turned her head, licking a stray drop from Seraphina's lower lip.

"Good. I'm not hungry for anything that isn't him."

Xavier pulled out slowly, watching his cum spill from Seraphina in a thick river that pooled on Celene's stomach. He dipped two fingers into it, brought them to Celene's mouth. She sucked them clean with slow, reverent swirls of her tongue.

Then he did the same for Seraphina, painting her lips before kissing her deeply, tasting himself and both of them on her.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low, satisfied, and full of dark promise.

"Shower," he said. "Both of you. I'm going to fuck you against the tiles until the water runs cold. Then we're coming back to bed. We're not leaving this room until every inch of you is bruised, dripping, and begging for mercy you won't get."

Seraphina and Celene looked at each other (eyes shining, lips swollen, bodies already trembling in anticipation), and smiled the same filthy, loving smile.

They rose together, legs shaky, cum still leaking down their thighs, and followed him toward the bathroom like supplicants to their god.

The day had only just begun.

The shower was a cathedral of steam and marble, the rainfall heads cascading hot water over their bodies like liquid silk. Sunlight poured through the frosted skylight above, turning the mist into a halo of gold and white.