Kaya stops to peer at Leah over my shoulder. I look at her too and can see the emotions crossing her face: shock, disbelief, and something else I can’t quite identify.The princess notices her hesitation too and beckons her closer. "Leah, come here," she says, her voice much softer than when she talked with me, but still commanding.Leah hesitates for a moment longer, then slowly makes her way toward us. She stops a step away, uncertain, looking at us both with a mixture of curiosity and concern.I can't help but smile, relieved that Leah doesn't seem to be upset by Kaya's actions.The princess reaches out a hand toward her. "Come," she says, her voice gentle. "We have something to talk about."The tension in Leah’s body as well on her face is quite visible, and I know she’s struggling to come to terms with what she suspects is going to happen. I better just let Kaya take the lead. The princess puts an arm around her, pulling her close. "I know this is a lot to take in," she says. "B
[Yes, Daddy. Your cock will harden almost instantly after you unload. You’ll release large amounts of semen and more often than you used to. The side effects can still be quite arousing for a certain type of woman. Enjoy]It's not the side effects I should worry about, but how I can compensate for finishing before Leah. I suppose I can start by ensuring these two gorgeous women have the best time of their lives with me. I stroke my already erect cock as I watch my semen oozing out from Leah's cunt. Legs still parted, she sways her hips as her fingers keep pulling her ass cheeks apart. The sound of her filled-up pussy is divine as I push inside her again. My groan at the sensation blends with Kaya’s increasing delight. I can’t hold myself back anymore, even if I may become a bit rough. My fingers press firmly against Leah’s flesh as I grip her hips, steadying them to receive the full power of my thrusts. God! She’s still so tight!As I work on Leah, Kaya begins to moan louder and l
I glance over to Leah. She lies down on her stomach, supporting her upper half with her elbows, her gaze focused on how Kaya is taking me inside her. She looks utterly spent, barely having enough energy to keep watching us.The princess rides me, her eyes glistening as her ass slaps my thighs, my cock pumping into her down to the base.Her tits have their allure with those big nipples on display, but they don’t sway like the widow’s and don’t bounce like Bree’s. But Kaya has other assets… "You’re the boss," I confirm right before I reach between her legs and grasp her pussy lips, feeling the velvet smoothness of her skin there.It feels so good to be inside her, and it only gets better when I take hold of the swollen nub of flesh between her labia, squeezing gently. Kaya gasps loudly, and I know I have her. But somehow she finds enough strength to ride me still. Her pace increases as my fingers move after her up and down. The force of her pleasure rushes around me as I feel her jui
I'm lying in bed, my body tangled with the bodies of two beautiful women. Kaya is on my right, her arm draped over my chest, while Leah is on my left, her head resting on my shoulder. I can feel their warmth, their soft skin against mine, and it's intoxicating. I glance over at Kaya, her eyes closed in pleasure. Her blond hair is spilled over the pillow, and I can't help but reach over and run my fingers through it. She stirs slightly, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. My hand lingers on her hair, feeling the silky strands tickle my fingertips. I enjoy the sensation for a few moments more before I let go of the golden locks. Now my hand moves to her back, caressing her spine with my fingertips.Leah, on the other hand, is more reserved, her body tense with nervousness. I can feel her heart beating rapidly against my side, and I reach over to stroke her hair. "Relax," I whisper in her ear. Kaya leans over and kisses Leah softly on the lips over my chest, her hand moving d
Kaya and Leah left Traveler’s Oasis before noon and went back to the palace. As a wanted man, I considered leaving after nightfall to be the safest option. As I make my way back to the widow's hut through the city, I can see the shadows stretch and grow as the night deepens. The flickering light from torches and the occasional lamp illuminate the winding, narrow streets lined with buildings made of stone and timber.The silence is broken only by the occasional sound of a horse's hooves clattering against the cobblestones or the soft murmur of voices coming from a nearby tavern.As I pass by some of the buildings, I catch glimpses of candlelight flickering through the windows, and I imagine families gathered around their hearths, sharing stories and laughter. But there's also a sense of unease that comes with the darkness. Shadows loom larger than life, and the sounds echoing through the narrow alleyways clamor louder and more ominously. I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watch
With a newfound sense of purpose, the next morning I get up from bed and gather my things. It's time to start a new chapter in the investigation for George’s main task, and I'm determined to find the answers I'm looking for. If I’ll actually help my fellow Harem Multiverse challenger, that remains to be seen. I make my way out of the widow's small house and breathe in the fresh morning air. The sky is clear and blue, and a cool breeze carries the scent of pine trees and wildflowers. As I set off on foot, excitement and apprehension well up in me.The path to the neighboring village is a narrow dirt road winding through fields of golden wheat and tall green grass. In the distance, peaks of snow-capped mountains rise up against the horizon. The air is crisp, and the sound of birds singing in the trees fills the air.I walk for hours, stopping only to rest and drink from a small stream. The sun beats down on me, making my skin all warm and tingly. [I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions…
As the old man has said, at the edge of the village, a small ramshackle hut stands at the end of a dusty path. I make my way toward the shabby hut, a sense of foreboding growing in my stomach. The thick fence is made of rough-hewn wooden planks, each one seemingly chosen for its sturdy nature and rough texture. The planks are old and weathered, with deep cracks and splits running through them. Moss and lichen grow in patches along the wood, adding to the fence's rustic appearance.A combination of metal and wood makes up the gate, with the metal parts forming a series of vertical bars and the wooden parts providing a solid backing. The metal parts of the gate are rusted and pitted, with large flakes of rust peeling away in some places to reveal the dull gray metal beneath. The wood is weathered and worn, with cracks and splinters visible in some places. The gate is a bit crooked, likely from years of use and exposure to the elements. Despite its worn appearance, the gate seems stur
To my right, a small table is set up with various books, half-melted candles, and a few rocks similar to the ones in the shack. Opposite the table, against the far wall, a simple quilt covers a small bed. Next to it, a small shelf holds a few more books and what appears to be a carved wooden box.On the left side of the room, a small stove sits against the wall, with a pot on top. A few utensils hang from hooks above it. Next to the stove is a small counter with a basin and a few jars of what appear to be preserved fruits and vegetables.Overall, the interior of Sasha's hut is simple and rustic, but it exudes a sense of comfort and homeliness. The space is cluttered but not messy, and everything seems to have its place. Despite its humble appearance on the exterior, the hut is clearly well cared for on the inside.After I finish looking around, my eyes drift back to Sasha. Her tight top reveals a generous amount of cleavage. I can only imagine how stunning she is beneath those clothes