Chapter 172: Beginning of a Long Night**

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Beginning of a Long Night**

Clara reached Lucian first.

She pressed her palms against his chest and pushed him backward onto the sofa. Her tongue traced his lower lip before slipping inside. Lucian groaned into her mouth. His hands found her waist.

Rose watched from the doorway.

Clara broke the kiss and turned toward Rose without lifting herself from Lucian’s lap. "Stop standing there and come here."

Rose crossed the room. Clara reached up, took Rose’s hand, and pulled her down onto the sofa beside Lucian.

Lucian turned to Rose. He cupped her face with one hand gently. He kissed her. Rose melted. Her lips parted beneath his. A small sound escaped her throat.

Mmmh.

Clara watched them kiss. She’d expected a sting of jealousy. Instead she felt something warmer.

Clothes came off in stages.

Clara lifted her shirt over her head. Her black bra contrasted against her pale, glass-smooth skin. Lucian’s eyes traced her body.

Rose followed. Clara reached over and helped with her buttons. Rose’s skin flushed pink from her collarbone to her chest.

Clara unclasped her bra. Her breasts fell free with her pink nipples hardening in the cool air. Lucian leaned forward and took one in his mouth, tongue circling slowly before sucking gently.

"Mmmh—Lucian..." Clara’s fingers threaded through his silver hair, holding him against her.

Lucian pulled his own shirt off. His lean frame caught the amber light. Clara ran her hand down his chest. Rose stared, heat pooling in her stomach.

Clara reached behind her and unclasped Rose’s bra. Rose’s breasts were smaller but they were soft and perky, nipples already stiff.

"Let’s go upstairs," Clara breathed.

They moved to the master bedroom. The bed was large enough for three.

The rest of their clothing disappeared. Three bare bodies stood in the amber light of a single bedside lamp.

Clara pushed Lucian onto the bed. She straddled his hips, her wet heat pressing against his stomach. She reached behind her and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock which was already leaking at the tip. She stroked him slowly.

Lucian’s hips lifted. A low groan rumbled from his chest.

Clara positioned him beneath her. The tip pressed against her hot entrance. She sank down.

"Ahhhh—"

Inch by inch. Taking it in slowly. Clara took him fully, her walls stretching around him. She sat still for a moment, adjusting, head thrown back, breasts rising and falling with each deep breath.

Then she moved. Her hips rolled, with her walls clenching and releasing. The wet sounds filled the room.

Schlop. Schlop. Schlop.

Rose knelt beside them on the bed, watching. Her hand drifted between her own thighs. Her fingers pressed against herself.

Clara increased her pace. Her hips rose and fell faster.

Bam. Bam. Bam.

Her breasts bounced with each impact. Her thighs slapped against his hips.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Ahhh—Lucian—yes—"

Lucian’s hands gripped her waist. His hips rose to meet hers — thrusting upward in counterpoint. The impact deepened. Clara’s moans broke into sharp cries.

"Mmh! Mmh! Mmh—!"

Her orgasm hit. Her walls clamped around him. Her body shook. She gasped, shuddered, ground against him as waves rolled through her.

Lucian followed. He pulled her hips down hard, buried himself deep, and came inside her. Clara gasped as she felt him fill her.

She collapsed forward onto his chest. Their bodies pressed together, slick with sweat.

Clara lifted herself off. His cock slipped out, followed by a thin stream of white that trickled down her inner thigh. She rolled to the side, satisfied smile on her lips.

She looked at Rose. "Your turn."

Rose straddled Lucian as she removed her finger from her pussy. He was still hard. She reached down and guided him to her entrance. She was soaked.

She sank down.

"Ahhhh—!" Rose’s moan was louder than Clara’s. Her head fell back. She took him in fully — tighter than Clara.

Lucian’s hands found her hips. He guided her movements — slow at first. Rose’s hips moved uncertainly, finding the rhythm. Her breathing steadied. Her moans softened.

"Mmmh... Lucian..."

Lucian sat up slightly. One arm wrapped around Rose’s waist. His other hand cupped her breast — kneading, thumb circling the nipple. Rose whimpered. Her hips moved faster.

The wet sounds returned. Schlop. Schlop. Schlop.

Rose’s arousal coated his thighs. She rode him with increasing confidence.

"Ahhh—ah—ah—" Rose’s moans came faster. Her hips moved on instinct.

Her orgasm hit hard. "Lucian—! I’m—ahhhh—!" Her walls clamped around him. Her body convulsed. Fingers dug into his shoulders.

Lucian thrust upward through her orgasm. Two more strokes. Three. Then he came inside her — deep, warm, filling. Rose cried out as she felt it. Her walls pulsed around him, milking every drop.

She collapsed forward onto his chest. Her body trembled. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes — not pain, just overwhelming sensation.

Clara lay beside them. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on Rose’s back.

Lucian’s hand found Clara’s. His other arm held Rose against his chest.

"Why don’t you go for round two?" Clara asked with a michievious smile.

Rose groaned against Lucian’s chest. "Give me a minute."

Clara sat up, leaned over, and kissed Lucian. When she pulled back, her silver eyes held a challenge.

"I don’t need a minute."

Clara then position her pussy for Kael as cum dripped out while she lapped on her hands and knees.

Lucian positioned himself behind her. His hands gripped her hips. He entered her from behind in a single thrust as his cum made it easy for his cock to slid inside.

"Ahhh—!" Clara’s back arched. Fingers gripped the sheets. He was deeper in this position, pressure concentrated against her front wall.

He moved in slow, long strokes that withdrew almost completely before driving back in. Each thrust drew a sound from Clara — ah, ah, ah — at she moaned loudly.

His hips against her ass.

Rose lay beside them, recovering. She watched — Lucian’s lean body behind Clara, muscles flexing with each thrust, Clara’s face pressed into the pillow, breasts swaying with each impact. The sight rekindled her arousal faster than rest could have.

Lucian’s pace increased. Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Ahhh—Lucian—harder—"

He gave her what she wanted.

Lucian came first. Buried deep inside Clara, he released his hot, thick cum into her pussy. Clara gasped as the warmth filled her. Her own orgasm followed — walls clenching.

Rose watched them come down. The sight — Lucian’s face in release, Clara’s body trembling — made her ache with need.

Clara collapsed forward. Lucian withdrew. His cum dripped from her, pooling on the dark sheets.

Clara turned to Rose with hazy silver eyes with a smile. "It’s your turn, girl."

Rose crawled toward them.

Clara pushed Lucian onto his back. She positioned Rose beside him, then took Lucian’s cock in her hand — still hard — and stroked slowly.

Lucian then directed Rose to his face.

Rose’s eyes widened. "What?"

Rose hesitated. Then she swung her leg over Lucian’s face, hovering above him. His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her down. His tongue found her center.

"Ahhh—!" Rose’s hands flew to the headboard. Her hips jerked. Lucian’s tongue worked her — slow, deliberate strokes that ran the full length of her folds before circling the swollen bud at the top. Rose’s thighs trembled. "Lucian—oh god—"

Clara watched for a moment, then lowered her mouth onto Lucian’s cock. She took him deep — lips wrapped tight, tongue working the underside as her head bobbed.

Schlop. Schlop. Schlop.

The room filled with overlapping sounds — Rose’s moans, Clara’s wet sucking, Lucian’s muffled groans against Rose’s pussy. Three bodies connected in a chain of pleasure.

Rose came first. Her thighs clamped around Lucian’s head. Her back arched. "Ahhhh—!" Wetness gushed against his tongue. Her body convulsed.

Clara pulled her mouth off Lucian’s cock. She positioned herself over him, guiding him inside her as Rose collapsed to the side. Clara sank down — taking him fully in one motion.

"Ahhh—"

She rode him hard. Her hips slammed down. Bam. Bam. Bam. Her breasts bounced.

"I’m—ahhh—" Clara’s third orgasm hit. Her walls clamped. Her body shook. She ground against him, riding the waves.

Lucian grabbed her hips, thrust upward, and came inside her again. Thick, hot, filling. Clara gasped. Collapsed forward.

The three of them lay tangled. Breathing. The sheets beneath them were soaked — dark patches of sweat and cum spreading across the grey cotton.

Rose lay on Lucian’s right. Clara on his left. Both girls pressed against him. Their legs intertwined. Their breathing slowed.

Clara traced patterns on Lucian’s chest with one finger.

She crawled down the bed. Took his cock in her mouth again — tasting herself and him mixed together. The obscene sound of her sucking filled the room. Schlop. Schlop. Schlop.

Rose moved. She crawled toward Clara. She knelt beside her and ran her hand down Lucian’s stomach. Her fingers joined Clara’s mouth — both of them working him together. Clara’s lips on the shaft. Rose’s tongue on the tip.

Lucian groaned. His hands found their hair — one in Clara’s silver, one in Rose’s red.

The night was far from over.