Chapter 843: Epilogue 16 - Irene, Rose, And Gabrielle (5)
Gabrielle’s mouth felt like a furnace wrapped in silk around my cock.
The heat of it was almost overwhelming, like every inch of me was being swallowed into a wet, molten heaven. It wasn’t just good—it was the kind of sensation that made my spine tingle and my hips want to move on their own.
Meanwhile, Rose and Irene were both wrapped around my fingers, sucking on them as if they were savoring the taste.
Their tongues moved lazily and yet purposefully, dragging over my skin in long, sticky strokes. Every little flick and press against my knuckles sent a pulse of heat shooting through me, making it impossible to ignore how good it felt. The warmth, the slickness... the way their lips sealed around my fingers so tightly—it was intoxicating.
I gave in to the urge to thrust deeper into Gabrielle’s mouth, pushing in just enough to feel the back of her throat flex around me before I pulled out.
Her mouth was too hot and too perfect with the rough texture of her tongue scraping and teasing along every vein and ridge on my cock was enough to have me teetering dangerously close to the edge. I had to pull out before I lost it completely. As I withdrew, a thick string of saliva clung stubbornly from my tip to her lips before finally snapping, glistening in the air.
Then I moved over to Rose.
The moment my cock hovered near her face, she opened her mouth without hesitation, like it was the most natural thing in the world. I didn’t waste a second before sliding into her waiting heat.
Her mouth was just as wet, just as sticky—but the warmth wrapped around me in a different way. It felt almost like I’d buried myself straight into a tight, dripping pussy.
Her tongue immediately went to work, swirling around my tip in slow, deliberate circles, sending waves of pleasure straight up my spine. Every time she flicked over that sensitive spot just under the head, my hips twitched.
I reached out, grabbing one of Gabrielle’s breasts with my left hand and one of Rose’s with my right.
Two different breasts, two different kinds of softness, filling my palms at the same time—it was impossible not to compare them.
So I squeezed.
"Ahhh..."
"Mnnn~"
Both of them let out soft, needy moans at my touch.
Gabrielle’s breasts had a deep, heavy softness to them. Motherhood had changed her body and her tits were fuller, heavier, with a natural sag that made them feel warm and pliant in my hand. Rose’s, in contrast, were firmer and springier, pushing back against my squeeze.
"Ah, M-Master... if you squeeze them like that... the milk will come out...~" Gabrielle moaned breathlessly.
And she was right. I could feel the subtle rush of warmth spreading against my palm, the faint slickness telling me she was lactating again.
While Rose kept working my cock with her mouth, pulling me closer and closer to the edge, I reluctantly slipped out and moved to the other side of the bed—right in front of Irene.
"Haaa...~ Ha... ahh...~"
Her breathing was ragged, heavy, and her hand was already buried between her legs. The potent aphrodisiac she’d taken earlier was clearly working its magic—her face was flushed, her thighs trembling, and every little movement she made screamed desperation.
"Irene..." I said, my voice low.
She looked up at me through her lashes, then her gaze shifted to my cock. Leaning forward slightly, she inhaled deeply, taking in my scent.
A bead of pre-cum slid from my tip, hanging for a moment before dripping onto her cheek.
"Open your mouth," I told her.
She hesitated just a fraction of a second before parting her lips wide for me.
The light caught the inside of her mouth—her white teeth gleaming, her tongue glistening, and the dark, inviting depth of her throat waiting beyond. Thick strings of saliva stretched from her tongue to the roof of her mouth, swaying slightly with her breathing. She let her tongue spill out over her bottom lip, a trail of drool sliding down from it in a lewd, tempting line.
I stepped closer and slapped my cock against her tongue.
The wet, velvety surface smacked against me, sending a sudden jolt of pleasure through my entire body. I did it again. And again. Each time, the sensation spread from the base of my spine, shooting up to my skull in electric bursts.
Finally, I pushed forward, sliding into her mouth and aiming deep.
She latched onto me instantly, sucking with an eager, wet pull that made me groan. I started thrusting slowly, feeling her throat yield to me, the tight muscles flexing as I pushed deeper. I could even see the faint bulge of my cock pressing against the skin of her throat.
Her free hand kept moving between her legs, her hips shifting as she fingered herself, her own pleasure rising alongside mine.
It didn’t take long before I felt the telltale rush building.
Grabbing her head, I slammed forward until I was buried completely, my tip pressing into the very base of her throat, and then I came—hard.
"Mgnnhgggg?!~"
Her eyes went wide at the sudden flood, but almost immediately they softened, going hazy and dazed as she swallowed every single drop I poured into her.
When I finally pulled out, I felt the tight, hot tunnel of her throat contract back to normal before my cock sprang free, still glistening and hard.
"Haaa...~ Haa... haa...~"
She gasped for air, her mouth still open, long strands of saliva—now mixed with my cum—clinging between her lips and my shaft.
"Now then..."
I glanced down at myself—still rock-hard and still throbbing. This was nowhere near enough. If I was going to take all three of them tonight, I needed more than just stamina. I needed to make it count, after all.
"You can ask us for whatever position you want, you know?" Gabrielle said, her eyes dark and heated. "You’re the Master here."
All three of them—Gabrielle, Irene, and Rose—were already drenched. Their slick folds glistened under the light, each of them open and waiting.
"So... which one do you want to start with?"
They spread themselves for me, Rose and Irene looking shy but unable to hide the excitement in their eyes—or the wetness between their legs.
I decided to save Gabrielle for later. Since she was the main course. And of course, I couldn’t strain her as much. She was currently pregnant with our child, after all. For now, I’d start with the other two.
I guided Rose into position—her ass high in the air with her face pressed right between Irene’s thighs.