Chapter 498: The Naughty Maids [R18]
Creak!
Nikolai tossed the two women with a feral smile on his lips. The two beautiful maids bounced off the bedding with a squeak. That’s when he caught a rather exciting glimpse, making his blood pump faster. "Oh?"
"Eh? Master, what’s the matter?" Clara asked, still maintaining her role.
While glancing at Anya, she remained coy, but slipped her legs further apart, allowing the cloth to shift, revealing more.
"Oh dear Master, where are you looking right now?"
He enjoyed Anya’s more seductive style of maid while savouring the sight. He alternated between Anya, her curly blonde hair covering the curve of her lips, and Clara the thick black hairs neatly trimmed with slightly puffy lips.
"At the wet crotches of two naughty maids."
Immediately, Clara pushed down her skirt, with bright red cheeks.
"Master, I...!"
"Don’t you like it when we’re wet."
Her innocent and shameful act might have bored him if alone, but with Anya beside her, using her thick thighs to direct his eyes towards her slit.
Clara gasped, clutching the hem of her skirt as though she could hide, but the dark patch already betrayed her. Her pale thighs pressed together, while her glossy black hair framed her blushing cheeks.
Beside her, Anya smirked, tongue brushing across her lips. She leaned forward just enough that her breasts swelled beneath the tight fabric of her maid blouse, chromatic eyes glinting like fire and ice. "See? She’s dripping for you already, Master."
’Anya is right, she’s soaked.’
Clara’s hands tried to hide it, shame and excitement mixing across her face. "i-it’s not like that..." she muttered, but her thighs slid apart on their own, letting the sticky nectar drip down her crack.
"Clara." Nikolai’s grin widened, his finger tracing the line of his jaw as he leaned closer. "I’m going to have to check that you’re not lying."
Clara froze, her whole body shivering at his words. She shook her head weakly, peering up with glossy eyes, flicking between Nikolai’s face and his swelling crotch. "M-Master, please..."
Anya wrapped around the lovely fairy, both arms pulling on her skirt, as the hook slipped off and then pressed against her back. "Don’t beg him to stop," she whispered in Clara’s ear, making the fairy blush more. "You want him to touch you right?" Her hands guided the skirt from Clara’s hips... "To taste your juices."
"Ah~!" Clara gasped as her skirt hooked on one leg, revealing everything.
Nikolai crawled onto the bed, his gaze enjoying the sight of the two women working together to entice him so deeply.
Especially the damp heat between Clara’s legs that formed sticky threads.
"Now then." His deep voice rumbled, amused at the sight. "Let’s see just how wet my cute little maid really is."
He lowered his face, sniffing the thick scent of Clara that spread the more aroused she became. His lips smacked together as his tongue flicked across her soft petals.
Clara squealed, her back arching as his hot breath washed over her most sensitive place.
The sweet, musky scent filled Nikolai’s nose, sharp and intoxicating, making his blood pump faster. He parted her folds with his tongue, slow at first, teasing, tasting the nectar that clung to her puffy lips.
"Aaah~! M-Master...!" Clara’s voice cracked, her hands flying to cover her mouth, but the moans still echoed as she gripped the sheets.
Beside her, Anya’s smirk only grew wider. She spread her thighs, deliberately grinding against the bedding as she watched. "Mm, greedy wolf... you’ll drown in her juices before you’re satisfied."
Nikolai chuckled into Clara’s heat, the vibrations making her hips jolt. His tongue swirled deeper, lapping at every drop, savouring her unnatural sweetness, while sinking his claws into her pale, fleshy thighs, spreading her wide open.
"Delicious," he growled, pulling back just enough to let a strand of her honey drip from his tongue. "My little maid’s mouth isn’t the only one that drools for me." This time, he placed two fingers against her small opening, rubbing the entrance in circles.
Clara whimpered as his thick fingertips traced over her soaked entrance, teasing pleasure making her quiver in anticipation. Her thighs clenched tight around his wrist, but Nikolai’s strength pried them apart with ease.
Her flushed face turned away, black hair sticking to her damp cheeks.
"M-Master... please, don’t... I’ll become weird."
He pushed deeper, dipping his fingers just enough that the tips rubbed her inner walls, spreading her folds with a wet, slimy, squelch. The sensation forced a gasp as her hips twitched helplessly to meet the rhythm.
Anya’s laughter rang low and sultry. She shifted closer, resting her chin on Clara’s shoulder while one hand stroked down the trembling girl’s stomach. "Look at her, Master. She’s already begging without saying a word."
Nikolai leaned closer, his voice beside Clara’s ear, and inches from Anya’s lips. "Not yet. I want to feel her climax using my fingers first."
Then, with a slow twist of his wrist, he slid both fingers inside. Clara’s body seized, her cry muffled against Anya’s shoulder as the wet walls clenched tight around him.
He chuckled, enjoying her jealous eyes opening wide as he kissed Anya’s lips.
Clara’s muffled moans spilt against Anya’s neck, her whole body jerking as Nikolai’s fingers curled inside her, dragging along the slippery, quivering walls with a filthy squelch.
Her chromatic eyes fluttered half-shut, jealousy mixing with desire as Nikolai’s tongue slipped into her mouth, claiming her in a deep, hungry kiss. Anya couldn’t tease her anymore because Nikolai coiled her tongue and sucked on the tip.
"Mmmh..." she whined against his lips, the taste of his saliva only stoking the heat in her womb. Her free hand slid lower, slipping past Clara’s thigh and grasping Nikolai’s erect bulge. She unzipped the jeans and forced his cock out with skilful movement.
Plap!
His cock slapped against Clara’s pale thigh, the throbbing snapping Clara out of her current daze.
"Ahhh! N-no, I can’t..." Her voice broke into a strangled cry as Nikolai hooked his fingers just right, dragging along that spongy, swollen spot inside her. Her body jolted, pale skin glowing pink with fever.
Anya’s smirk returned, breath hot as she nipped at Nikolai’s bottom lip before whispering against his mouth. "Look at her face... she wants it." Her hand squeezed his shaft, slowly pumping the veiny length, smearing precum across her palm as the tip pulsed.
Nikolai broke the kiss with Anya, strings of saliva glistening between their mouths as his grin deepened. His fingers caressing inside Clara, the wet schlk of her dripping hole growing louder with every thrust.
"Anya..." His voice was low, guttural, vibrating through her lips. His free hand slid down her side, squeezing her thigh as if daring her to keep stroking him.
Clara’s eyes watered, her head falling back as her hips writhed against his hand, thighs trembling violently. "M-Master, please~" She tried to close her legs, but Anya pried them apart, her palm still gliding up and down his cock.
Anya leaned close to Clara’s ear, whispering while pumping him harder, her hot breath making the trembling girl whimper. "Do you feel it? Darling’s cock is so hard because of you. He’s going to spurt his hot cum in my hands... all because he wants to breed you."
"D-Don’t say that...!" Clara’s voice cracked, her nails digging into the sheets as Nikolai’s pace grew merciless. His thumb pressed down against her clit, rubbing tight circles until her back arched completely off the bed.
Nikolai’s lips hovered by Anya’s ear, his breath hot and commanding. "Make me cum."
Anya shivered at the order, eyes dark with hunger as she guided his cock lower, now at an angle opposite Clara’s soaked entrance and started to jerk him faster and faster.
Clara’s whole body convulsed as Nikolai’s thumb ground into her swollen bud, his fingers curling and dragging that tender spot inside her with ruthless precision.
"Ahnn~ I-I can’t... I can’t hold it!" Her scream cracked into a sob as her hips bucked wildly, juices gushing over his hand with a messy splrch, schlk, plsh! The bed shook beneath her trembling legs, thighs clamping around nothing as she climaxed.
Her cunt spasmed around his fingers, pulsing so hard it nearly pushed him out.
Anya gasped at the heat pulsing in her hand, his cock jerking violently. She stroked him fast, wrist twisting, smearing precum and Clara’s juices over the thick shaft.
"Master’s throbbing and hot... his cock’s swelling in my hand! He’s gonna—ahh!"
Nikolai snarled, pulling free of Clara’s convulsing pussy just as his cock jerked from Anya’s grip.
Spurt! Spurt!
Thick ropes of hot cum splashed across Clara’s pale belly and breasts, streaking up to her collarbone before another jet hit her cheek. She flinched at the sticky warmth, gasping as her orgasm refused to fade, trembling beneath the mess coating her skin.
"Ahhhnn!"
Nikolai grabbed Anya’s wrist and shoved his cock lower, pressing the thick tip against Clara’s spasming entrance. With one rough thrust, he buried himself inside the clenching heat.
Schlp! Grrkkhh!
"Ahhh—!" Clara screamed, still sensitive, walls milking him instantly.
"Cum inside her, let me watch it...!" Anya moaned against his ear.
Nikolai slammed deep, his knot grinding at her folds as he roared, seed spilling thick and hot into Clara’s womb.
Clara’s head whipped back, tears spilling as the warmth filled her. "M-Master."
Her cunt clenched around him, the familiar shape spreading her open. She wrung him each time he spurted until both their bodies shuddered. His seed overflowed and dripped down her buttocks.
"That was amazing," Nikolai muttered as he dragged his half-erect cock from the panting Clara with a slimy pop.
"Now then. How do you want me to destroy you, Anya?"