CHAPTER 139: CHAPTER 139- DUTY

A low, predatory smile touched Julian’s lips as his eyes swept over the women surrounding him, each radiating a palpable, hungry energy.

He could feel their desire like a physical force, and it only stoked the fire within him. "By all means," he murmured, his voice a cool, inviting rumble that promised no mercy. "Don’t hold back."

True to his word, he moved with sudden, possessive speed. His hand snaked behind Celestia’s neck, pulling her back into a deep, consuming kiss.

This time, he was the aggressor, his tongue plundering the whiskey-sweet recesses of her mouth with a raw intensity that drew a sharp, wanton moan from her throat. The sound was muffled against his lips, a vibration of pure need.

But he was not to be monopolized for long. From his side, Veronica, her patience evidently worn thin, made her claim. Her delicate, yet insistent hand cupped his jaw, her fingers applying gentle pressure to turn his face away from Celestia and towards her own.

Her eyes, dark with longing, locked onto his. "Kiss me too," she breathed, the command soft but undeniable. She didn’t wait for him to comply, closing the small distance herself. Her kiss was a stark contrast to Celestia’s fiery assault, it was slower, more sensual, and deeply exploring, as if she were tasting him, memorizing the feel of him.

As Julian was lost in Veronica’s embrace, Celestia took the opportunity to escalate the war of seduction. With a fluid, dramatic motion born of liquid courage, she grasped the hem of her own top and in one swift movement, pulled it over her head and tossed it aside.

The reveal was breathtaking. The dim light caressed the elegant curves of her torso, the smooth plane of her stomach, and the enticing swell of her breasts barely contained by a lace bra that seemed more a suggestion than a garment. She stood before him, a vision of intoxicating confidence and raw sexuality, her skin flushed and begging for touch.

Witnessing the scene unfold. Julian caught between two passionate kisses and Celestia’s brazen display, Clarissa let out a soft, throaty laugh from where she watched. A knowing smile played on her lips as she observed the unraveling of their collective control. Her voice, when she spoke, was a gentle, teasing murmur that nonetheless carried a note of command.

"My, my," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement and shared desire. "It seems everyone is growing terribly impatient."

Below, Aya’s expert hands, which had been working in tandem with Zoe’s to tease and stroke Julian’s rigid length, sensed a critical shift. The skin grew impossibly taut, the veins beneath her fingers throbbing with a frantic, rhythmic pulse. A deep, guttural tremor ran through his entire body, a seismic warning of the impending eruption.

"He’s close," Aya whispered urgently to Zoe, her voice a mix of excitement and concentration. "I think he’s about to come."

Driven by a primal instinct to claim this peak for herself, Aya acted with swift, deliberate purpose. With deft fingers, she tore open the buttons of her own blouse. The fabric fell away to reveal her full, heavy breasts, straining against the confines of a lace bra that dug enticingly into her soft flesh, emphasizing its generous swell.

"Watch, Zoe," she breathed, her eyes gleaming with carnal knowledge. "This is a technique to make him spill everything he has."

Before Julian could even process the sight, Aya leaned forward. She didn’t use her hands. Instead, she captured his throbbing shaft between the incredible softness of her cleavage, creating a hot, silken tunnel of flesh.

With a practiced, rolling motion of her shoulders, she began to move, rhythmically massaging his entire length between her breasts. The pressure was exquisite, overwhelming, and utterly inescapable.

For Julian, it was the final, devastating blow to his crumbling control. The world shattered into pure, white sensation. A ragged, helpless cry was torn from his lips as his hips bucked involuntarily. His release surged forth in powerful, pulsing waves, each spasm wracking his body with unbearable pleasure.

Aya, ever the consummate devotee, didn’t let a single drop go to waste. The moment the first hot jet erupted, she swiftly guided the head of his penis to her waiting mouth.

Her lips sealed around him, and she began to suckle gently, coaxing out the last remnants of his seed. The air was filled with the soft, lewd sounds of her sucking and the deep, unmistakable gulp of her swallowing.

Zoe, watching with wide, fascinated eyes, bit her lip. The raw intimacy of the act was both shocking and deeply arousing. "Is it... is it good?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Aya finally released Julian with a soft, wet pop, leaning back with a satisfied, breathless sigh. A trace of his essence glistened on her lower lip. She met Zoe’s gaze, her own eyes heavy-lidded and sated.

"So good," she panted, a blissful smile spreading across her face. "I love it."

Veronica slowly broke their deep kiss, her lips lingering just a breath away from his. Her hand, delicate yet assured, trailed down his chest and stomach until her fingers wrapped around the base of his still-throbbing erection.

Despite his recent powerful release, it remained fiercely hard and eager in her grasp, a testament to the relentless stimulation.

"It’s still so hard," she observed, her voice a husky whisper laced with awe and a hint of a challenge. She gave him a slow, deliberate stroke, feeling the tense, unyielding strength beneath her palm. "As if it’s still holding back so much more, waiting to be drained. It seems our efforts weren’t nearly enough to satisfy you yet."

From behind him, Clarissa pressed her now-bare body against his back. Her skin was warm and soft against his, and her arms encircled his waist, holding him securely. With gentle but undeniable pressure, she began to guide him backward toward the large, inviting bed. "Of course it wasn’t enough," she murmured into his ear, her breath hot and promising. "Because Julian’s duty tonight is going to satisfy all of us."

As his knees hit the edge of the mattress and he sank down onto it, Celestia was there. She moved in front of him, her lips finding the sensitive skin of his neck.

She placed a trail of open-mouthed kisses along his jawline, each one a brand of ownership. Her teeth grazed his earlobe before she whispered, her words slurred slightly by drink and desire, "But before he services the rest of us... we have a little teaching to do."

Her gaze slid meaningfully toward Zoe, who was watching the proceedings with a mix of nervousness and burning curiosity. "We need to show Zoe how to properly join in our fun."

Veronica’s eyes, dark with shared intent, flicked towards the hesitant but eager Zoe. A sly smile graced her lips. "She’s right," Veronica purred, her voice a low, conspiratorial hum. "Look at her. Our little Zoe seems more than ready to play."

All eyes turned to the youngest among them. Julian, his voice thick with desire yet gentle, tilted his head. "Is that true, Zoe?" he asked, his gaze holding hers. "Are you ready for this?"

Under the weight of their collective attention, a deep blush crept up Zoe’s neck to her cheeks. She bit her lower lip, a nervous gesture that betrayed her innocence, but her eyes shone with a determined fire. She gave a small, quick nod. "I... I want to," she whispered, the admission both timid and resolute. "I want to, too."

Aya, positioned comfortingly beside her, reached out and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don’t be nervous," she cooed, her voice a soothing balm. "We’ll help you. We’ll guide you through everything."

"First things first," Veronica declared, her tone shifting to one of gentle command. "Let’s get you out of these clothes." Together, Veronica and Aya became attentive ladies-in-waiting to desire.

Their fingers, nimble and experienced, went to work on the fastenings of Zoe’s attire. They peeled the fabric away with a reverent slowness, gradually revealing the sweet, youthful curves that had been hidden beneath.

As this unveiling occurred, the other women continued their worship of Julian. Clarissa, behind him, had shifted so that his head now rested comfortably in her lap, using her soft thighs as his pillow.

From this vantage point, his gaze traveled upward over her torso, coming to rest on the magnificent swell of her breasts, still enticingly confined in a lace bra that strained to contain them. The sight sent a fresh jolt of arousal straight through him.

Meanwhile, Celestia was a study in dedicated sensuality. She was draped over his lower body, her tongue painting wet, meandering trails across the hard planes of his stomach and chest.

Each flick and lap was slow and deliberate, a tasting of salt and skin. One of her hands was wrapped around the base of his cock, pumping him with a slow, steady rhythm that kept him teetering right on the brink once more.

And before him, the main event unfolded. As Veronica and Aya finally slipped the last garment from Zoe’s shoulders, she stood before them all, bathed in the dim light. Her body was revealed in all its graceful, tempting glory, slender yet soft, with a shy innocence that was impossibly alluring.

She made no move to cover herself, simply standing there, allowing Julian and the others to drink in the beautiful sight, her chest rising and falling with quick, anticipatory breaths.

Then Zoe said, "Let’s make lots of babies."