Reincarnated into a Femdom Fantasy World (18+)-Chapter 27: Like this, sweet thing—watch 18+ [3/3]

Evadne watched, her dark lips curling into a smirk as she shifted, climbing off Jake to reposition herself behind him on the bed, her pale thighs framing his head as she lowered herself, her thong pulled aside with a flick of her fingers, her spiced musk enveloping him like a heady fog as she pressed her pussy to his lips.

"Don't stop, darling—please us both," she purred, her hands threading through his sweat-damp hair, guiding him as he licked her, his tongue delving into her slick heat, tracing her folds with hungry strokes.

Her black nipples brushed his forehead through the lacy bra as she ground against him, her mature curves a commanding weight, her breath hitching with each roll of her hips. Lyssa's mouth faltered on his length below, her shyness creeping back, her suction softening—and Evadne intervened, sliding a hand down to cup the blonde's head.

"Like this, sweet thing—watch," she said, her voice a velvet command as she leaned forward, taking Jake into her own mouth. Her black lips stretched around him, her tongue swirling with expert precision, sucking hard and deep, her throat tightening briefly before she pulled off with a wet pop, guiding Lyssa back to try again.

Lyssa's fair lips trembled but obeyed, mimicking the witch, her suction growing bolder, her tongue teasing his slit as her blue eyes flicked up, seeking approval.

The bed creaked under their shifting weight as Evadne rose, her pale body glistening with a faint sheen of sweat, strands of her midnight hair clinging to her neck as she swung a thick leg over Jake's hips.

Straddling him reverse, she peeled her thong off entirely, tossing it aside with a careless flick, her curvy silhouette glowing under the chandelier's light as she sank onto his length. Her pussy enveloped him in a tight, wet heat, her black lips parting in a low, throaty moan as she rode him slow and deep, her hands braced on his thighs, fingers digging faintly into his skin, her rhythm deliberate, drawing out every thrust until his breath came in shallow gasps.

Lyssa watched, her blue eyes wide with awe, her fair hands fumbling to touch herself through her lace thong, her fingers hesitant as they grazed her own heat. Evadne beckoned her with a sultry tilt of her head. "Climb on, sweet thing—face me," she instructed, and Lyssa obeyed, straddling Jake's chest with careful steps, her knees settling near his ribs, her blonde hair brushing Evadne's pale skin as the witch guided her closer.

Their lips met in a soft, teaching kiss—Evadne's tongue slipping in to show Lyssa how to deepen it, their breaths mingling, a quiet moan escaping Lyssa as Jake thrust up into Evadne, his hands gripping her wide hips, his balls tightening as Lyssa's shy fingers found his nipples again, pinching them with growing confidence, rolling them until he arched beneath them.

Pleasure coiled tight in Jake's gut, his first release crashing through him as Evadne's walls clenched around him, her moan a sultry hum that vibrated through her chest as he spilled inside her, his body shuddering, his breath ragged against her skin.

She slid off with a satisfied sigh, her dark eyes glinting, and pulled Lyssa down beside Jake, positioning her on her back, her fair legs spread wide, her lace thong tugged aside to reveal her glistening folds.

"Your turn, darling—show her," Evadne urged, her voice a velvet prod, and Jake rolled over, his hands shaking but firm as he braced himself above Lyssa, entering her with a slow push.

Her pussy was tight and trembling, her shy whimpers turning to soft cries of "Master!" as he thrust into her, starting gentle, then harder, his rhythm building as her fair hands clutched his shoulders, her fingers digging in faintly, her blonde hair splayed across the silk like a halo, her skin flushing pink with each stroke.

Evadne knelt behind him, her pale curves a looming presence, her smooth fingers slipping between his cheeks to massage that sensitive spot again, pressing deep with a curling thrust that sent sparks up his spine, amplifying every sensation as he fucked Lyssa, her quiet gasps filling the air.

Lyssa came with a quiet, shuddering gasp, her inexperience melting into bliss, her body trembling beneath him, and Jake followed, his second release flooding her, his muscles quaking as he collapsed beside her, panting, his chest heaving.

Evadne wasn't done—she slid beneath him with a predator's grace, pulling him onto her as she lay back, her pale curves a soft cradle, her thick thighs wrapping his waist as she guided his length into her again.

Her black nipples brushed his chest through the damp lace bra, her hands tugging his head down to kiss her deeply, her tongue claiming his mouth with a possessive sweep as he thrust into her, her rhythm overtaking his, bending him to her will once more.

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Her smooth fingers found his balls, rolling them with a firm squeeze that made him groan into her mouth, stroking him in time with his thrusts, the sensation pushing him over the edge again.

His third climax spilled into her as she moaned against his lips, her body shuddering beneath him, her dark eyes locking onto his with a triumphant gleam.

Exhausted, Jake slumped onto Evadne's curvy figure, his head resting on her massive breasts, their lace damp with sweat, her spiced scent lulling him into a haze as he drifted, his body spent. Lyssa lay beside them, her fair skin flushed, her blue eyes heavy with sated weariness as she waited, her shy fingers tracing his arm with a tender patience, her breath slowing.

Maraith watched from the shadows, her glasses glinting in the dim light, her voluptuous frame still as stone, her expressionless face taking in every gasp, every thrust, her duty unwavering as the room thickened with their mingled scents—floral lavender, spiced clove, the salty tang of sweat-drenched silk.

After a long, heavy silence, Maraith stepped forward, her black uniform rustling faintly as she slipped on another white glove, her glasses flashing as she approached Jake with measured steps. Her curvy hand was gentle but firm as she lifted him from Evadne's embrace, his body limp, his length softening against his thigh.

She guided him to Lyssa, who stirred, her blonde hair mussed, her fair legs parting instinctively as Maraith positioned Jake before her, his tip brushing her slick pussy.

The head maid's gloved hand stroked him, slow and steady, coaxing him back to hardness with a clinical precision, her smooth fingers slipping beneath to press into his tight entrance, massaging that deep spot with a curling thrust that reignited his arousal, his groan low and broken as she worked him.

Her other hand guided his length into Lyssa's waiting heat, and Jake thrust instinctively, his final load spilling into her with a few desperate pumps, Lyssa's soft "Master" a faint echo as he shuddered, spent beyond measure, his vision blurring at the edges.

The breeding session ended, the air thick and humid, their scents a heady tapestry woven through the chamber. Evadne and Lyssa remained sprawled on the bed, their bodies glistening, their breaths uneven, as Maraith took Jake's arm, her grip steady as she led him from the room, her serious face unchanged, her glasses glinting as they crossed into a smaller, cedar-scented bath chamber.

The oak tub steamed with warm water, its surface rippling faintly, and she paused by the door, her curvy frame poised. "Shall I assist, Master?" she asked, her voice flat, devoid of inflection.

"No," Jake rasped, his throat raw, his body aching as he waved her off with a trembling hand. "I—I can do it myself."

She nodded once, stepping back to stand silent vigil as he sank into the tub, the water lapping at his bruised skin, washing away the night's intensity in slow, soothing waves. Alone at last, no one to command him, no hands to guide or tease, he let the warmth seep into his bones, his eyes drifting shut.

The bath stretched on, long and languid, the cedar scent grounding him, the quiet a rare balm after Valthera's relentless demands. Exhaustion claimed him fully—he fell asleep there, his head lolling against the tub's edge, the water cradling him in a stillness he, his mind drifting into a dreamless void.