Reincarnated into a Femdom Fantasy World (18+)-Chapter 9: sweet thing (18+) [2/3]

Mara slipped behind him, her bronze hands sliding under his shirt, warm and sure, her voice a sultry murmur as she cooed, "Such a delicate treat—don't fight it, baby, let us unwrap you slow." Her lips found his neck, kissing with a languid, wet heat, her tongue tracing a lazy path up to his jaw.

Her fingers danced over his chest, brushing his nipples with a feather-light touch, circling them until they stiffened. A shiver of pleasure rippled through him despite his pounding heart.

Kalia sank to her knees, her gown pooling like liquid desire, her eyes glinting up at him as she purred, "Time to taste you, sweet thing—gonna make you squirm for me."

Her hands slid down his thighs, tugging his pants lower with a slow, teasing pull, her breath a warm promise against his skin as she freed him. Her lips curled into a hungry smile. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lap at him, soft and deliberate, before enveloping him in her mouth, her movements a sultry dance—wet, warm, and achingly slow—sucking with a rhythm that made his legs quake, her hands gripping his hips to steady him.

Mara's kisses deepened, her tongue teasing the corner of his mouth, her voice a breathy whisper as she murmured, "That's it, darling—let us own every shiver, every sound you make." Her fingers stroked his nipples with a gentle, insistent pressure, rolling them between her thumbs, coaxing a low moan from his throat as heat surged through him.

His body betrayed his nerves under their dual assault. Veyra and Lyra watched from the sidelines, Veyra's arms folded, her smirk a shadow of approval as she called, "Savor it, pet—they'll take good care of you." Lyra's magic pulsed softly, her expression a blend of curiosity and quiet heat.

The room's atmosphere thickened with Jake's ragged breaths and stifled gasps. Kalia's mouth worked him with a slow, slutty precision, her tongue swirling, her lips tight and eager, drawing him closer to the edge.

His body tensed, his breath hitching as pleasure coiled tight—until she pulled back, her lips glistening, stopping just before he could spill, leaving him throbbing, panting, and desperate, her husky laugh curling around him as she gazed up with a wicked, knowing gleam.

"Not yet, sweet boy—that was far too soon." Her voice was a husky caress, rich with control, dripping with a promise that sent a shiver racing down his spine. Her tail swayed languidly behind her like a serpent charmed by her own rhythm.

She rose slowly, her tight gown pooling briefly around her knees before she straightened, the fabric clinging to her lush, green curves—wide hips swaying, heavy breasts straining against the material. Her earthy scent flooded his senses, wild and primal like a forest after rain. "We're going to take our time with you, little slut," she murmured, her green finger brushing along his jaw, tracing the line of his trembling chin with a possessive tenderness.

"Make you ours, inch by delicious inch—until you're begging for us," she added, her full lips curling into a smile that promised more than his virgin nerves could fathom. Mara giggled softly, her breath a hot whisper against his ear, her bronze curls tickling his cheek as she pressed closer. Her voice was a sultry murmur that coiled around him like smoke.

"Oh, you're too delectable to rush, darling—let's savor every tremble, every little gasp you can't hold back," Mara said. Her hands slid down his chest, warm and sure, tracing the faint lines of his quivering frame with a deliberate tenderness. Her fingers rolled his nipples harder, coaxing them into stiff, sensitive peaks that throbbed under her touch.

She kissed his jaw, her tongue teasing the edge of his lips with a slow, sultry swipe, her teeth grazing faintly as she whispered, "You taste like fear and want—my favorite flavor." Kalia stepped closer, her tail curling around his thigh like a possessive vine, its tip brushing his skin with a tickling heat.

Her hands roamed his sides, her full lips brushing his in a fleeting, taunting kiss that deepened briefly—her tongue flicking against his, hot and demanding—before pulling back, leaving him gasping, his body arching involuntarily into their dual assault.

"Let's get you comfortable, precious," Kalia cooed, her voice a velvet command as she guided him to the carpet. Her hands were firm on his shoulders, easing him down with a gentle push until he lay on his back, the plush fibers soft against his skin.

"Lie down and let Mama show you how good it can feel—how deep we can take you," she said, her gown hiking up as she knelt over him, revealing the slick, glistening heat between her thighs, a faint sheen catching the light.

Her scent intensified—earthy, musky, and achingly sweet—as she straddled him, her green curves pressing against his hips. Her tail tightened around his leg as she lowered herself, enveloping him in her tight, wet warmth, her inner walls gripping him like a silken vise. "Oh, sweet boy," she moaned softly, her hips rolling in a hypnotic dance, slow and deliberate, her breasts swaying beneath her gown as she moved.

"Fill me up—give Mama everything you've got," she urged, the sensation overwhelming him, her control absolute, her rhythm coaxing him higher. With a shuddering groan, he spilled inside her, his body quaking, his release flooding her as she sighed, her satisfaction glowing in her half-lidded eyes, her tail flicking with delight.

Mara didn't let him catch his breath, her bronze hands sliding over his chest as Kalia shifted aside. Her voice was a sultry murmur as she cooed, "My turn, baby—stay hard for me, you're too sweet to stop now." She straddled him next, her robe slipping off her shoulders to pool on the carpet, revealing her plump curves in full—bronze skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat, her thick thighs flexing, her heavy breasts bouncing faintly as she positioned herself.

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"Look at you, trembling for me," she purred, her dark eyes smoldering as she took him in, her heat gripping him tight. Her movements were languid yet insistent, her hips rocking with a steady, sensual pace. Kalia knelt beside him, her green fingers teasing his nipples, pinching lightly, her tail brushing his inner thigh with a tickling heat that kept him on edge.

"Keep going, little slut," Kalia whispered, her breath warm against his ear, her tongue flicking his lobe. "You're ours to drain—every drop belongs to us," she added as Mara's soft gasps mingled with his ragged moans. Mara leaned down, her tongue claiming his mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, and he climaxed again, his load surging into her, her inner walls pulsing as she sighed, "Oh, yes, darling—just like that."