"...No need. We can clean her up with our tongues!" A chirpy voice suddenly resounded from the doorway.

To the new voice, Benjamin turned to the door to find three girls standing there.

The red-haired, big-boobed Martha was rubbing her palms together with clear excitement, looking like she had just been served dinner.

Beside her, the petite and small Lulu fidgeted nervously, blushing furiously with wide blue eyes.

And the scarred Heka stood there, not knowing where to look, her gaze shifting awkwardly between the floor and the messy bed.

"Oh... Long time no see, girls... Except for Heka, though," Benjamin pointed out with a giggle. "Come here, all of you. Let me shower you with lots of love — or sperm — as atonement for my absence."

The three girls smiled at Benjamin with varying degrees of hunger and affection, their eyes gleaming under the soft filtered moonlight that slipped through the neatly arranged vine curtains.

They moved toward the bed with slow, deliberate steps, hips swaying gently, bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor of Tamar’s tidy treehouse room.

But when they finally reached the edge of the bed, they didn’t stop at Benjamin.

Instead, the trio gracefully climbed onto the mattress and passed right by him, their warm skin brushing lightly against his legs as they moved.

They paid him almost no attention at all, their focus entirely captured by their exhausted, fainted sister lying sprawled in the center of the ruined sheets.

Tamar lay there completely spent, her body glistening with thin sheens of sweat, her chest still rising and falling in slow, heavy breaths.

Thick, pearly-white semen continued to leak lazily from her swollen, well-fucked pussy, dripping in slow, creamy rivers down her inner thighs and between her firm ass cheeks, staining the sweet-smelling flower mattress beneath her.

The girls descended on her like devoted attendants.

Lulu, the petite one with the short bob haircut, positioned herself on Tamar’s left side.

Her small, delicate tongue darted out shyly at first, hesitating for a moment before she leaned in.

With gentle, almost hesitant licks, she began scooping up the warm, sticky cum that had splattered across Tamar’s toned stomach and left breast.

The taste was thick and slightly salty on her tongue, mixed with the familiar musky flavor of Benjamin and the sweet scent of Tamar’s skin.

Lulu’s cheeks burned bright red as she worked, one small hand coming up to tuck a stray strand of her blonde bob haircut behind her ear so it wouldn’t get in the way.

Her tiny tongue moved in slow, careful strokes, savoring every drop she could gather before swallowing it down with a soft, audible gulp.

On the right side, Heka moved with a slower, more reverent pace.

The scarred warrior leaned down and pressed her lips to Tamar’s right arm, dragging her warm tongue along the smooth tanned skin in long, worshipful licks.

She traced the line of dried cum that had dripped down from Tamar’s neck, collecting it carefully, her tongue pressing flat and firm so she could feel the texture of her sister’s skin beneath the slick essence.

Every movement was deliberate, almost devotional, as if she were honoring both Tamar and the man who had marked her so thoroughly.

Martha, the bold red-haired beauty with the largest chest, claimed the center position between Tamar’s spread thighs.

She lowered her head without hesitation, her full lips parting as she pressed her mouth directly against Tamar’s dripping pussy.

A lewd, wet slurping sound filled the quiet room as Martha began drinking the thick rivers of cum that poured steadily from Tamar’s abused hole.

Her tongue dove deeper, scooping and lapping with greedy enthusiasm, the creamy mixture coating her lips and chin.

She moaned softly in satisfaction at the taste, the vibration traveling through Tamar’s sensitive folds.

Martha’s heavy breasts rested against Tamar’s thighs, soft and warm, shifting with every movement of her head as she feasted.

Tamar squirmed weakly under the overwhelming attention of three eager tongues bathing her body.

Soft, unconscious whimpers escaped her lips even in her deep, exhausted sleep.

Her legs twitched occasionally, muscles flexing and relaxing as the warm, wet sensations continued to tease her overstimulated skin.

After several long minutes of thorough cleaning, Martha finally lifted her head from between Tamar’s thighs.

Her lips and chin glistened with a shiny mixture of cum and Tamar’s own juices.

She turned her gaze toward Benjamin, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed watching them, and let out a low, mischievous snicker.

"Did you really think we would allow ourselves to become mere extras in the background?" Martha asked, her green eyes flashing with playful challenge.

She licked a stray drop of semen from the corner of her mouth slowly, deliberately. "No matter how long it takes you, Benjamin... you must give each of us your full, special attention. We won’t settle for anything less."

Benjamin let out a soft, wry chuckle and scratched the back of his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips.

"Alright, alright. I understand," he replied, his voice warm with affection. He then turned his gaze to the other two girls. "Is that fine with you two as well?"

By now, Lulu and Heka had finished licking every visible trace of semen from Tamar’s body.

The sleeping Amazon now lay clean and glistening with only their saliva.

The three girls now sat up on the bed, their attention finally shifting fully toward Benjamin.

Lulu fidgeted nervously, her small hands twisting together in her lap as a deep blush colored her cheeks.

"Uhm... Uh..." she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "Lulu... wants special treatment too... please."

Heka folded her legs beneath her on the soft bedding, her scarred body shifting with casual grace. A small, bold smile played on her lips as she spoke.

"Well... I would like Benjamin to pull my hair, slap me, and manhandle me roughly," she said openly, though a faint blush crept up her neck. "Haha... But it will surely be quite embarrassing to do such things in front of my sisters."

Martha and Lulu both recoiled slightly at the casual request, their eyes squinting.

They struggled to keep straight faces, exchanging quick glances while trying not to laugh at how bluntly their elder sister had spoken.

Benjamin nodded calmly, repositioning himself on the bed so that all four of them were comfortably facing the peacefully sleeping Tamar in the center, like she had become the temporary centerpiece of their gathering.

"That’s okay," he said gently. "Let’s catch up then. How have all of you been since I was gone?"

"Hmph!" Martha began dramatically, immediately crawling closer and wrapping her soft, warm arms around Benjamin’s torso.

Her large, heavy breasts pressed firmly against his side as she hugged him tightly. "You wouldn’t believe the kind of deep depression we all went through while you were away. When something precious is suddenly taken from you, only then do you truly understand its full value in the smallest details. You are our first man... our greatest treasure."

Her tone suddenly deepened, taking on a slightly eerie, intense lilt. "We... truly considered causing a great deal of trouble for the entire world. That is exactly how much pain and emptiness we felt."

Benjamin didn’t laugh.

Instead, he offered a soft, understanding smile and nodded slowly. "I more or less figured you all might go a little crazy... especially Sara."

"Haha! Indeed," Heka added with a light giggle, her brown bright eyes drifting momentarily to the sleeping Tamar. "But believe it or not, it was actually Tamar who showed the most terrifying bloodlust of all. She kept insisting that we should raid villages and cities until we found you."

"Eep!" Benjamin yelped, his eyes widening at the mental image of a deranged, enraged Tamar leading a war party. "I’m assuming you all managed to stop her? Oh, but how DID you guys retrieve me? A bit funny how I was kidnapped three times."

Lulu answered next, her small frame leaning lightly against Martha as she gently tugged on the redhead’s skirt, silently complaining that Martha was hugging Benjamin for too long.

"Benjamin’s resistance to forced teleportation was almost non-existent back then," she explained, a small frown forming on her cute face. "Even a regular mage could have snatched you away cleanly. But now, after your evolution... you are much stronger."

She fidgeted again, her blue eyes darting away from Benjamin’s face and then back shyly.

"L-Lotus has strictly forbidden me from explaining the exact mechanics of how she did it. She says... you will find out naturally when you are in bed with her."

A brief, vivid memory of the heated times he had spent with Lotus flashed through Benjamin’s mind.

His face softened into a gentle shade of pink as he recalled those intimate moments.