The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1255: Epilogue 23 - The One Who Is Above All (9)

Myrcella’s tongue moved slowly and deliberately, up and down along my shaft, the warmth of her mouth contrasting with the cooler air brushing against my skin. She didn’t rush it. She never rushed anything. Her tongue traced a careful path before sliding lower, teasing along her own clitoris, licking away the juices that kept spilling from her vagina, along with the cum I had already shot inside her earlier. It was messy, intimate, and almost reverent in the way she cleaned everything without a hint of hesitation.

"Aaaah, n-no... aaahh, s-stop that...~!"

Lilia’s voice trembled, breaking apart between breaths. She looked down at Myrcella, her expression caught somewhere between embarrassment and helpless pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink, and every time Myrcella’s mouth made another wet, deliberate motion, Lilia’s thighs twitched like they had a mind of their own.

She tried to close her legs. She really did. But Myrcella held them open with calm confidence, her grip firm but just enough to keep Lilia exposed. The loud, shameless sucking sounds filled the room, echoing in the small space like an indecent soundtrack none of us could turn off.

And Myrcella wasn’t just focusing on Lilia. Whenever I pulled my cock out, slick and shining with her juices, Myrcella would lean in and lick it clean again. She moved seamlessly between us, as if she’d rehearsed this scene a hundred times in her head.

She was dangerously good at it.

Every slow drag of her tongue, every soft suction, as well as every careless lick made me hard again inside Lilia, the sensation building fast and heavy. It felt like I was about to burst all over again, like my body hadn’t gotten the memo that we had already done this once.

"Haaa, haaa... aaaa... ahhh... haaa...~"

Lilia couldn’t do anything but moan now. The protests faded into breathy sounds, soft and unfiltered. There was something undeniably cute about it with the way she tried to hold back at first but eventually gave in. Her voice cracked slightly every time pleasure hit her harder than she expected.

I kept thrusting into her, steady and unrelenting. Each time I pulled out, her juices coated my cock, and each time, Myrcella leaned in and cleaned it off like she was making sure nothing went to waste. The rhythm between the three of us fell into something almost hypnotic.

I reached up and turned Lilia’s head toward me, capturing her lips before she could think too much about it.

For a second, she froze. Her eyes widened in confusion, her breath hitching. Then slowly—so slowly—it melted away. Her gaze softened, her eyelids drooped, and she closed her eyes as if surrendering to the moment. I slid my tongue into her mouth, and after a heartbeat of hesitation, she parted her lips and met me halfway. Our tongues tangled together, warm and clumsy and desperate.

She tasted faintly sweet, mixed with the faint salt of sweat and breathlessness.

I grabbed her hands, interlocking our fingers before guiding them along her body, massaging her sides as I continued moving inside her. She trembled under my touch, her body reacting before her thoughts could catch up.

After a while, I told them to move closer to each other.

I positioned Lilia on top of Myrcella, guiding her carefully until their bodies were pressed together. Now they were stacked, skin against skin, breath mingling in the narrow space between their faces.

For a brief moment, there was hesitation.

Then they leaned in.

Their lips met.

Not gently. Not awkwardly. It was sudden, like tension snapping. Their mouths pressed together, and their tongues slid against each other, testing, and exploring. It wasn’t shy anymore. It was heated. Intentional, even.

I kept fucking Lilia from behind, my hips snapping forward, smacking against her butt in a steady rhythm.

"Aaah... haaa, haaa... nnn, aaa... mmm, aaahhnghh..."

The sound of them kissing, the wet noises mixing with Lilia’s broken moans, did something to me. I didn’t expect Lilia to go this far. She never seemed like the type who would so easily melt into another woman’s kiss. But right now, she looked dazed. She was completely lost in sensation, like her body had taken control and her mind was just along for the ride.

They kept swapping spit, their breathing uneven, until I pulled my cock out of her pussy. A thin string of her juices stretched briefly from the tip before snapping.

"Next," I said, unable to keep the grin off my face, "press your bottom lips together."

They both flushed, but they obeyed.

They shifted carefully, adjusting their bodies until their pussies were pressed firmly together. The sight alone was enough to make my throat dry. Their hips were slightly raised, their asses angled upward, leaving their anus exposed in the most tempting way possible.

For a split second, the thought crossed my mind. I would have loved to use every hole right then. But I held back. It was Lilia’s first time, and throwing anal into the mix immediately felt like skipping a few Chapters ahead. Even I had some self-control. Sometimes.

The way their pussies pressed together with their entrances slick, swollen, and glistening, was almost hypnotic. An erotic spectacle that made my pulse pound in my ears.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I lined myself up with the space where they met and pushed forward.

"Huuu... huaaaa...!"

"Mn... ah...!"

The moment I slid in between them, it felt like I was being swallowed from both sides. Their folds pressed against me, squeezing, and adjusting around the intrusion. The heat doubled. The slickness doubled. It was overwhelming in the best way.

It honestly felt like fucking one high-quality pussy. It was tight, wet, and impossibly smooth.

Every thrust glided easily, their combined juices making each movement effortless. My hips found a rhythm quickly, and the sound that was very wet, sloppy, and shameless, filled the room again.

"Nghh, aaah... aaah, ahhhnghh...~"

"Nghh, aaah... L-Leon... nnnnnn... mmnnghhh...~"

Whenever the head of my cock brushed against their clit, both of their bodies reacted at once. Their hips jerked, thighs tightening, and breath hitching in sync. It was almost impressive. If this were a performance, they’d be getting a standing ovation.

I gripped Lilia’s sides to steady her and kept fucking the tight gap between them. My cock was drenched in their juices now, the slick warmth coating me completely.

"Nnnnnghh... aaahngh... aaaah...~"

"Hhhaaa... nnng... aaannghh...~!"

Their bodies started shaking, the tremors getting harder to control. I could feel it too. That tightening and that inevitable climb toward the edge.

The pressure built fast. Too fast.

And then—

"Kuh...!"

I came, shooting my semen out, spilling it between their stomachs. The warmth spread across their skin, glistening against their flushed bodies.

"Fuaaaaaaaahhhhhh~!!!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh...~!"

They both orgasmed at the same time, their cries overlapping, with their bodies convulsing together. For a second, everything felt suspended, starting from their breathing, movement, and thought.

Then it all collapsed.

Lilia slowly fell to the side of the bed, her chest rising and falling heavily. She looked completely spent, like she had just run a marathon she didn’t sign up for.

Myrcella, on the other hand, looked up at me and smiled. She was calm. Satisfied. Almost victorious.

"With this, you have conquered the Commander," she said, her tone balanced between teasing and formal. "You now hold considerable power, Leon."

There was something in the way she said it, like this wasn’t just sex. Like it meant something beyond the obvious.

She crawled closer and wrapped her hand around my cock, still sensitive and half-hard. Her grip was slow, and she began cleaning me up with steady strokes.

"No one can stop you now."

Then she lowered her head and sucked gently, drawing out the remaining semen from my urethra.

Careful.

Thorough.

Like she was making sure not a single drop remained.