Chapter 1451: Five Tastes of the Young Dragon

It was a different kind of pleasure entirely, soft and enveloping with her breasts squeezing his cock from both sides while her mouth teased its most sensitive part over and over, and she found a rhythm, slide and suck, slide and suck, while the others crowded closer to watch, utterly fascinated.

Soraya reached out and helped Delilah press her breasts tighter around his shaft, Valentina kissed his knee and then his inner thigh, and the Goddess knelt behind Delilah and murmured approval into her ear, while Melissa, flushed and breathless, kept her lips pressed to his jaw and her right hand flat on his stomach.

With a few strokes Phei came for her too, faster than he expected.

Delilah sensed it coming when his cock throbbed and pulsed through her booobs and she abandoned her breasts to take his crown into her mouth just in time, and she sucked hard as he spilled across her tongue with a groan that came from somewhere deep in his chest.

She swallowed and moaned around his cock and held it in her mouth until he was finished, while both her hands still pressed her soft breasts against the base of his shaft and her throat worked around his pulsing crown.

When she pulled her mouth off his cock, she sat back on her heels and licked her lips slowly, and her eyes went wide.

"Peaches," Delilah whispered. "Ripe peaches. In summer. Oh, gods, that’s not fair."

"Honey," said Valentina.

"Wine," said the Goddess.

"Peaches," Delilah insisted, and licked a drop from her lower lip with something close to reverence.

Phei, panting against the stone, began to laugh. "This is going to become a competition, isn’t it?"

"It already is," said Soraya and took her turn.

Soraya was slim and quick and sly, and she did not kneel between his thighs so much as curl there, coiling down into the water like a cat settling into a sunbeam, while her small, pert breasts rose above the surface like two buds that had only just learned to bloom and the lean lines of her body glistened.

She didn’t take his cock into her mouth at first—

Instead Soraya kissed every inch of it first, from his balls to his root to the very tip of his crown, slow, soft, worshipful kisses that made his whole length twitch and throb, and she traced every vein with the tip of her tongue as if she were following the lines of a map.

She then took his balls into her mouth one at a time and rolled them gently against her tongue until his breath came in ragged gasps, and only when he was trembling did she finally kiss her way back up his shaft and wrap her lips around his crown—

—and she sucked him slow.

She went slower than the Goddess and slower than any of them, in a long, languid, unbearable rhythm that took his cock a little deeper on every stroke and never once hurried, while the slim fingers of her right hand circled his base and stroked in time with her mouth.

Her tongue swirled and flattened and teased while her pretty eyes stayed on his face the whole time and watched every flicker of pleasure cross it as though that was the real prize, and her lips formed a tight, wet ring around his shaft as she worked him with deliberate cruelty.

"Soraya," Phei groaned. "You’re— gods— you’re cruel~"

She hummed around his cock— way too pleased.

The others had grown bolder by now.

Valentina had climbed up onto the stone on his left side and was kissing his neck down his back to his waist and ass, and Delilah had taken his right hand and pressed it to her left breast so it overwhelmed his palm with her nipple stiff against his fingers.

The Goddess knelt behind Soraya with both hands on Soraya’s hips while Melissa had slipped back down into the water beside his left knee with her violet eyes fixed on Soraya’s mouth with unmistakable longing and her own bare breasts floating just beneath the surface.

Soraya made him wait so long that when he finally came, it hit him like a wave breaking.

She took his cock deep at the very last moment and sealed her lips around his shaft, and she swallowed every pulse with her eyes closed and her right hand wrapped tight around his base, moaning softly around him until he was spent.

She let his cock go with a slow, deliberate pop and licked her lips once and then again, and looked up at the others with a small, smug smile.

"Strawberries," Soraya announced. "Strawberries and cream."

"That’s not—" Valentina began.

"Strawberries and cream," Soraya repeated sweetly, and that was that.

Which left only one.

Melissa had watched all of them.

She had watched the Goddess teach and Valentina claim, Delilah wrap him in her breasts and Soraya take him apart one slow inch at a time, and through all of it she had held his hand or kissed his skin or simply stared with her violet eyes wide and glassy with wanting.

Now she rose up out of the water at last with her black hair clinging wet to her shoulders and to her big breasts, which sat on her chest like two white doves come to rest with their pink nipples tight, while water streamed down her soft curves and over the gentle swell of her belly, and she knelt between his thighs where every other woman had knelt before her.

She didn’t take his cock in her mouth right away.

She looked up at him first, and there was something soft in her gaze, something that had nothing to do with competition at all.

"Hi," she whispered.

"Hi my world," Phei whispered back, and brushed her wet hair from her face with his right hand.

Then Melissa leaned in and kissed his crown, tender and slow, and took his cock into her mouth like a woman coming home.

She didn’t have the Goddess’s mastery or Valentina’s strength, or the shameless confidencve the way Delilah was with her breasts or Soraya’s cruel patience. What she had was years of knowing him, being his first and she used every one of them.

She knew exactly where to put her tongue and exactly how deep to take him and exactly when to pull back, and she knew the sounds he made when he was close and the way his thighs tensed when he was closer, and she played him like an instrument she had spent a decade learning while her violet eyes stayed on his face, full of love, and her lips stretched soft and warm around his girth as her tongue found every place that made his breath catch, the wet sounds quiet and intimate.

The others went quiet, and even the Goddess simply watched.

Phei’s right hand cupped Melissa’s cheek, and his thumb stroked her jaw as she moved. "Melissa," he breathed, and her name came out cracked. "Love— I—"

She hummed around his cock, soft and certain, and took him deeper.

When he came for the fifth time it was slower than all the others, a long, deep, shuddering release that rolled through him like a tide he’d been holding back, and Melissa held his cock in her mouth through every pulse of it and swallowed and swallowed, with her left hand covering his right on her cheek and her eyes never leaving his, while her throat worked gently around his pulses and her lips stayed sealed soft and sure, taking everything he gave her without hurry.

She drew back gently when it was over and stayed there for a moment with her head resting on his thigh and her lips still parted, and then she licked them slowly, and her eyes filled with something like wonder.

"It tastes like you," she said softly.

The others stared at her.

"That’s not a flavor," Valentina objected.

"It is to me, actually." Melissa said and smiled up at Phei. "It tastes like the day I held you in my arms. Like warm rain and eternity. Like the first time you kissed me." She laughed a little, embarrassed. "Like my whole world."

Nobody argued with that, not even Valentina.

Phei sat on the edge of the sunken pool wrecked and spent and utterly boneless, his legs were till dangling in the steaming water while five beautiful women gathered around him, every one of them licking her lips and wearing her own private, satisfied smile, their naked bodies flushed in the steam with their breasts bare and glistening and their thighs parted in the warm water while their flowers bloomed open beneath it like lotus blossoms in a temple pool, and his cock still lay half-hard against his stomach.

’Honey. Wine. Peaches. Strawberries and cream. Me and eternity.’

He tipped his head back against the stone and stared up at the ceiling.

"So," he said hoarsely, "to answer my earlier question. Harem Emperor or Fallen Angel?"

"Fallen angel," said the Goddess.

"Definitely fallen," said Valentina.

"Very, very fallen," said Delilah and Soraya together.

Melissa only kissed his knee and smiled.

"Fallen it is!" Phei sighed happily, and let them pull him back down into the water.

It was time to ravage his women and with everything they’d done, he was gonna make sure it was memorable!