Taming SSR And UR RANK Superwomen-Chapter 64 — Between Nymphomaniacs and an Aphrodisiac: Master of Two Beasts (R18)

Chapter 64: Chapter 64 — Between Nymphomaniacs and an Aphrodisiac: Master of Two Beasts (R18)

The second round began with deliberate slowness, as if Catherine’s aphrodisiac gas had decided to stretch time just for them.

Thomas was still panting, his chest rising and falling heavily, while the semen from his first release slowly dripped down Freja’s thighs.

She continued rubbing her enormous breasts against Thomas’s face, letting him suck on them as much as he wanted.

Ashley, to the side, licked her lips with the feline elegance that defined her, her eyes half-closed and shining.

"My turn, dear," Ashley whispered, sliding onto the bed like a shadow. Her hands, soft and cool, gently moved Freja aside. "You’ve been very generous, Freja, but now I want to feel it inside me."

Freja let out a soft giggle, withdrawing with a fluid motion. She positioned herself on all fours to kiss Thomas upside down, so both of their foreheads pointed toward each other’s necks.

One of her pink tentacles coiled around Thomas’s torso, caressing his pectorals and pinching a nipple with surgical precision, while two others lowered to her vagina to masturbate along the outer lips.

Thomas grunted, his body still weak from the previous orgasm. His traitorous cock was already beginning to harden again under the expert caresses of the tentacles.

Ashley positioned herself in front of him on the bed, kneeling, arching her back gracefully. Her vagina glistened, swollen and soaked, the outer lips spread like an invitation.

She leaned back, placing her hands on Thomas’s thighs, and guided him herself.

"Inside, master... slowly at first," she said in a honeyed voice, although her hips were already moving impatiently.

Thomas entered her with a controlled thrust. The sensation was different: Ashley was tighter at the entrance, but opened like liquid silk once inside.

Her inner walls embraced him with soft contractions, almost as if she were massaging him from within. He let out a hoarse groan, his hands gripping her hips.

"Fuck, Ash... you’re burning up."

Freja wasted no time. From her position, she kissed his neck, nibbling the skin while her nails caressed Thomas’s torso and arms. This also allowed Freja’s breasts to rest against his face.

"Harder, master," Freja whispered. "I want to hear my captain moan."

Ashley began to move, rising and lowering with elegance, her breasts swaying. Every thrust from Thomas produced a wet, obscene sound that filled the room.

The mirrors on the walls reflected the scene from every angle: Thomas lying down, Freja over him while she caressed him, and Ashley riding him with that perfect dancer’s posture.

But Thomas wanted more. The fire in his veins pushed him to dominate. With an animalistic growl, he suddenly pulled out of Ashley, ignoring her protesting whine.

He lifted her in his arms—she was light, elegant even in the air—and lowered her onto the carpeted floor of the suite. He placed her on all fours, knees and palms against the cool polished wood, right beside the bed.

Ashley’s ass was raised, exposed, her vagina dripping threads of her own juices.

"This is where I like you best, Ash," Thomas said in a low voice, kneeling behind her.

His large hand slapped one buttock hard enough to leave a pink mark, while Ashley shivered with excitement.

"On the floor, like a bitch in heat. This is what you deserve," Thomas declared.

Ashley let out an elegant, crystalline laugh, almost aristocratic as Thomas fucked her. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes full of serene lust.

"Master... you’re absolutely right," she replied between soft giggles, arching her back even more.

Then she surrendered completely, lowering her face to the floor and extending her arms beyond her head.

"It’s my job, isn’t it? To be your bad bitch. The one who gets wet just from being put on all fours against the floor. Fuck me like this... use me however you want. Push that hard cock into my bitch’s vagina."

Her voice sounded eager and husky the more Thomas penetrated her. She knew he loved when she spoke like that and encouraged him to be rougher with her. It always worked, since it awakened his dominant side.

Ashley moaned with elegance. Long, trembling, and musical. Thanks to her soft, high tone, she was perfect even in sex.

He began to fuck her with a wild rhythm: deep, rapid thrusts, the sound of skin against skin filling the air. Each blow pushed her slightly against the wood.

Freja, faithful to her role, remained pressed against Thomas’s back. Her arms wrapped around him tightly, her lips kissing every centimeter of his neck and shoulders.

One tentacle coiled around his waist, sliding down to stimulate his perineum while he fucked; another wrapped around his balls, squeezing gently to increase the pressure.

"That’s it, master..." Freja whispered between wet kisses. "Feel how she tightens for you. I hold you... I kiss you and you fuck her harder."

Thomas was boiling from the situation. Seeing Ashley’s exposed and clean anus made him start caressing it with his thumb. Then he looked toward Freja and began kissing her, she even more eager than he was.

"More... deeper... I’m your bitch, Thomas... your bad bitch..." Ashley repeated between pants, her voice still maintaining that refined tone that contrasted with the dirty words.

Thomas sped up. Sweat ran down his back, mixing with Freja’s kisses. His muscles were tired, but the pleasure wouldn’t let him stop. It was overwhelming, a wave rising from his balls to the tip.

"Freja... come here," he ordered suddenly, his voice hoarse.

Freja smiled, biting his lower lip as she pulled away. She stood gracefully, circling the scene without stepping on Ashley, her bare feet moving carefully beside the black-haired woman’s body.

She stood in front of Thomas, right before his face, showing him her enormous ass, and leaned forward, spreading her legs. Her vagina was at the perfect height for his mouth: swollen, pink, dripping with her own juices.

"Here I am, master~," she said, arching her back and pushing her hips back. "Eat... while you fuck her."

Thomas didn’t hesitate. His tongue came out hungrily, licking Freja’s folds with devotion. The taste was sweet, salty, and addictive.

He pushed his tongue as deep as he could, sucking on her swollen clitoris while continuing to thrust into Ashley without mercy. Freja let out a sharp moan, her hands resting on her thighs to keep from falling.

Her tentacles writhed with pleasure: one coiled around Thomas’s neck in a gentle embrace like a collar.

"Eat, master~ be useful and make me reach orgasm," Freja said in a dominant tone.

Thomas at the center, kneeling on the carpet, fucking Ashley on all fours like an animal, eating Freja’s vagina at the same time.

Freja standing, bent over, moaning and twisting. Ashley beneath, laughing between moans, pushing back to receive every inch. She was enjoying herself.

"God... your tongue, master..." Freja gasped, moving her hips against his face.

Ashley, feeling how Thomas’s cock was swelling even more inside her, tightened her inner muscles.

"Cum inside me, dear... fill me like your bad bitch... I want to feel it dripping down my legs while Freja cums in your mouth..."

Thomas was at the limit.

Freja’s stimulation from behind, his mouth full of her taste, Ashley’s tight cunt milking him... everything converged into a brutal orgasm.

He tensed, growled against Freja’s vagina, and exploded. Hot, thick jets filled Ashley to overflowing. She felt it immediately and smiled with desire.

Freja didn’t take long.

Feeling Thomas’s spasms against her clitoris, she came as well, flooding his mouth with a sweet, abundant stream.

The three of them stayed like that for a few eternal seconds: Ashley collapsed on the carpet on all fours, semen and juices dripping from her; Thomas still inside, panting; Freja bent over him, gently stroking his hair.

Freja straightened slowly, her purple eyes shining with new hunger. Her tentacles moved with a life of their own, delicately lifting Ashley from the floor.

Ashley laughed with amusement as she was lifted like a doll. She was placed back on the bed, lying on her back, legs open. Thomas’s semen flowed out of her in a slow white river.

"My turn to play with both of you," Freja announced with that playful smile. "Master, sit against the headboard. Ash, come here... let’s share it."

’She still wants more...? I’m already exhausted...,’ Thomas thought between breaths.

He obeyed, his body exhausted but his desire intact. He leaned back against the black silk pillows. Freja climbed astride his face this time, lowering herself slowly until her soaked vagina covered his mouth again.

Ashley, still trembling, crawled to Thomas’s cock and took it with both hands, licking her own juices before sliding it completely into her mouth. Her elegant lips stretched around the thickness, sucking with dedication.

Freja’s tentacles sprang into action again: two wrapped around Ashley’s breasts while she sucked, pulling on the nipples; another slid between Ashley’s legs, stimulating her anus with the soft tip while Freja rubbed herself against Thomas’s tongue.

Ashley sucked with perfect rhythm, her tongue swirling around the head, swallowing it to her throat. Thomas growled against Freja, his tongue fucking her entrance furiously.

’Shit, I can’t keep up the pace anymore...,’ Thomas thought. ’Next time I see an aphrodisiac, I’m never letting two sex-addicted nymphomaniacs together again. These women never get full!’

When they finally finished satisfying themselves, Thomas was as dry as if his body were a dissected alien on display in a museum.

The three of them collapsed on the king-size bed, bodies intertwined, sweat, semen, and juices mixed together. Freja to Thomas’s left, Ashley to his right, both hugging him.

Freja’s tentacles slowly withdrew, turning into soft caresses over the skin of the three of them.

"Fuck..." Thomas murmured, his voice broken. "I think I’m actually going to die here. Two nymphomaniacs... and the gas of an aphrodisiac... this is too much."

Ashley let out a soft giggle.

"We still have the third round, dear. And the fourth... and however many are necessary until the gas dissipates."

Freja bit his shoulder affectionately.

"And afterward... we can go downstairs and see what’s left of Catherine. But for now... rest a minute, master~. Then we continue."

"E-enough already, please..." Thomas muttered.

Both of them laughed, their eyes still turned into hearts.

"It was your problem for making us your slaves," Freja accused. "I told you you’d have to take responsibility. And if you don’t dominate me, I’ll dominate you. And believe me... I like penetrating a man’s anus."

"Holy shit..."

However, the condition for leaving Thomas’s anus intact was that he take the dominant role over her. So as long as he didn’t become submissive, he would be safe.

In front of Thomas, a notification had already appeared some time ago, specifically during Freja’s first orgasm when Thomas ejaculated inside her; but until that moment, he didn’t even have the strength to investigate it.

[Entity: Freja Krakenheart has ranked up]

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