Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls-Chapter 464: Round 2.

Irelia knelt between Kael’s legs, her hands firmly on his hips, pinning him against the edge of the table. Her eyes met his before she lowered her gaze.

Amelia remained behind him, her lips still tracing a slow path down the nape of his neck, but her hands now slid forward, over his chest, her fingers finding his already hardened nipples. She gently nibbled his ear.

"Relax," Amelia whispered, her voice a warm breath against her skin. "Let us take care of you."

Irelia said nothing more. Her hands unzipped Kael’s trousers, pulling them down along with his underwear, freeing his already full erection. She watched him for a second, her breath warming his sensitive skin, before slowly licking the tip, a deliberate and exploratory movement.

Kael let out a hoarse sound, his head recoiling against Amelia’s shoulder. Irelia smiled against him before wrapping her lips around his, sinking slowly, keeping her gaze fixed on his.

Amelia quickened the pace of her hands, one sliding down over his stomach while the other continued to play with his chest. She began to speak softly, almost humming against his skin.

"She’s good at this, isn’t she?" Amelia murmured, her fingers now moving in slow circles just above his pubic bone. "But she likes it slow... to feel every reaction."

As if to prove her point, Irelia began to move her head in a slow, deep rhythm, her mouth warm and firm. One of her hands moved up to caress the inside of his thigh, her fingers approaching dangerously close, but not touching where he most wanted to.

Kael groaned, his fingers digging into Irelia’s hair. She didn’t quicken the pace; on the contrary, she slowed even further, sucking gently on the way up, her tongue pressing against the sensitive lower part.

"I, on the other hand..." Amelia continued, her hand finally sliding down, encircling the base of his penis that Irelia wasn’t touching. "I like variety."

Amelia began to move her hand at a different, faster pace, contrasting with the slow, deep movement of Irelia’s mouth. The combination was overwhelming—the deep, steady suction, the quick, twisting hand, Amelia’s fingers now massaging his testicles with her free hand.

Irelia let out a low moan of approval, the vibration sending a shock through Kael. She sank even deeper, her throat relaxing to receive him fully, and stayed there for a moment, her eyes watering slightly as she held his gaze.

"She loves this," Amelia whispered, her lips now against his temple. "Loves feeling you lose control."

As if responding, Irelia began to increase the pace, her head moving up and down more rapidly now, but still maintaining that relentless depth. One of her hands left his hip and slid back, between her own legs, and Kael could feel the tremor that ran through her body as she touched herself.

The sight... Irelia on her knees, completely focused on him, while she masturbated—combined with the double sensation of her mouth and hand, it was almost too much. Kael let out a louder moan, his hips involuntarily contracting.

Irelia recoiled for a moment, her mouth swollen and glistening. "Not yet," she ordered softly, her voice husky. "You don’t come until we tell you."

Amelia chuckled softly, her hand slowing to an agonizingly slow rhythm. "She’s possessive of her rewards."

Then Amelia knelt beside Irelia, their faces now at the same level. She looked at Irelia for a moment, a silent understanding passing between them, before tilting her head and licking a long line from base to tip, right next to Irelia’s mouth.

Irelia took him again, but this time, as she sank, Amelia wrapped her lips around what didn’t fit, their tongues meeting along its length. It was perfect coordination—two mouths, two tongues, working in unison.

Kael cried out, his hands now buried in both their hair, unable to tell which tongue was which, whose suction was coming from whom. It was just heat and moisture and perfect pressure, building inside him like a tide.

Irelia pulled back again, panting. "Now," she breathed, her dark eyes burning. "Come to us."

Amelia took her place, sinking deeply as Irelia frantically kissed the inside of his thighs, her hands gripping his hips. The contrast—Amelia’s hot, deep mouth, Irelia’s biting kisses and claws—was the trigger.

Kael climaxed with a muffled groan, his body arching against the table as Amelia swallowed each wave, her throat working smoothly. Irelia gently bit his thigh, holding him as he trembled.

For a long moment, the only sound was heavy breathing.

Then Amelia pulled back, wiping the corners of her mouth with her thumb. Irelia stood, her face flushed, her eyes satisfied.

"That," Irelia said, her voice still husky, "was just the first round."

Kael was still breathing heavily, his body relaxed against the table, as Amelia moved. With a slow, deliberate smile, she slid forward, placing a hand on his chest and gently pushing him so he sat more upright on the edge of the table.

"My turn," she murmured, her eyes scanning his body.

She lifted her skirt—or what remained of it after the previous activities—and set up the table facing him, kneeling on either side of his hips. Her thighs wrapped around his waist, her warm skin pressing against his. Kael could feel her wetness against his stomach even before she moved.

Amelia placed her hands on his shoulders, leaning forward until her lips were inches from his.

"You’re still hard," she observed, brushing the tip of his erection against her entrance. "Good."

She didn’t kiss him. Instead, she kept her gaze locked on his as she began to lower herself, slowly, agonizingly slowly. Kael could feel every inch of her yielding, enveloping him, warm and tight. He let out a hoarse groan, his hands gripping her hips, but she placed her hands over his.

"Slowly," she whispered. "I’m in control."

As Amelia sank, Irelia moved. She slid to the floor between Kael’s legs, her hands gently parting his thighs. Her eyes met Amelia’s for a moment—a look of complicity—before she lowered her head.

Irelia began with light kisses on the inside of his thighs, gradually moving upwards. Her warm breath against his skin made him shudder. Amelia, now sitting fully in his lap, enveloped him completely, let out a deep sigh, and began to move in a slow, rolling rhythm.

"That’s it," Amelia breathed, her head recoiling. "That’s exactly where I wanted you."

Then Irelia reached his testicles. She didn’t swallow them immediately. First, she caressed them with her face, rubbing her cheeks against the sensitive skin. Then she licked them, a long, slow tongue stroke from back to front.

Kael groaned louder, his fingers tightening around Amelia’s hips. The contrast was overwhelming—the sensation of Amelia, warm and tight around him, moving with agonizing slowness, and Irelia’s tongue, soft and persistent, working below.

Irelia enveloped one testicle with her mouth, sucking gently while her tongue massaged. At the same time, her free hand slid back, finding Kael’s anus. She pressed gently with her fingertip, without entering, just adding another layer of sensation.

Amelia began to slightly increase the pace, her hips moving in circles now, instead of just up and down. Each movement of hers rubbed a spot inside her that made her eyes close in pleasure.

"Can you feel her?" Amelia whispered, her voice trembling. "Feeling every inch of you?"

Irelia moved to the other testicle, her mouth equally careful, equally voracious. She began to gently masturbate him with her hand while sucking, creating a rhythmic pressure that perfectly matched Amelia’s movements.

Kael was losing the ability to think. Everything was sensation—the perfect internal friction, the warm, wet mouth, the fingers pressing. He arched his back, his breath now ragged.

Amelia leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, and finally kissed him—a deep, devouring kiss, her tongue mimicking the movement of his hips. She swallowed his moans as she continued to move on top of him, each descent deeper, more determined.

Irelia released his testicles with a soft sound and licked her way to the base of his penis, where it entered Amelia. She pressed her tongue there, feeling Amelia move over him, feeling him go in and out.

"She’s so wet for you," Irelia murmured against his skin, her voice vibrating through him. "Can you feel it?"

Kael could feel it. He could feel everything. Amelia’s grip, Irelia’s tongue, their hands on his body. He was closing in again, faster this time, the relentless build.

Amelia felt the shift in her body. She pulled her lips away from his, breathless.

"Not yet," she ordered, stopping her movement, sitting completely on him and remaining still. "Irelia."

Irelia understood. She pulled back, leaving his testicles with one last soft kiss, and then stood up. She came to their side, her hand sliding between their bodies, finding Amelia’s clitoris.

"Keep going," Irelia whispered in Amelia’s ear, her fingers beginning to circle gently.

Amelia moaned, her body trembling around Kael. She began to move again, faster now, propelled by Irelia’s hand. Kael could feel how she tightened with each movement, how her body began to tremble.

Irelia kissed Amelia’s neck while working her fingers, her other hand gripping Kael’s hip, pulling him deeper inside Amelia with each thrust.

"Now," Irelia breathed. "Both of you now."

It was the command they needed. Amelia cried out, her body contracting violently around Kael as orgasm washed over her. The sensation was too much for him—he exploded inside her with a hoarse groan, his body arching against her.

For a long moment, they remained like that—Amelia trembling in his lap, Kael still pulsing inside her, Irelia holding them both, her fingers still making gentle movements to prolong Amelia’s orgasm.

Finally, Amelia collapsed against his chest, panting. Irelia pulled back, her face flushed, her eyes satisfied.

"Round Two," Irelia said, her voice hoarse. "Completed."

Amelia laughed weakly against his neck. "We still have all night."