Chapter 35 Contact.

Chapter 35: 35 Contact.

Elsa’s eyes fluttered open, still unfocused with sleep. She smiled dreamily at me, apparently oblivious to the earthquake happening under the covers.

"Good morning, my handsome champion," she murmured, leaning in for a kiss.

My heart hammered as I returned her kiss, trying to act like everything was normal and chill and I definitely wasn’t getting the blowjob of my life at the exact same time.

Ayra chose that moment to do something with her tongue that made me see colors that only H.P. Lovecraft could ever try describing.

Elsa mistook my sharp intake of breath for passion meant for her and deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth while her hand began wandering south.

Danger. Danger. My brain went into full panic mode—we were seconds from a real bad time.

Elsa’s soft moans masked the wet sounds from below as her hand slid down my chest, over my stomach, heading for ground zero...

Contact.

Her fingers, seeking my cock, found Ayra’s face instead.

Time froze. Elsa’s eyes went from sleepy to shocked faster than a light switch.

She sat up like she’d been slapped, yanking the covers back to confirm her worst suspicions.

"What in the name of the Rutting Vine is THIS?!" she demanded, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.

Ayra finally released my cock with another wet pop. She looked up at Elsa without a hint of guilt, lips swollen and glistening.

"Good morning, Princess," she chirped. "Awake so early! I had no choice, you see. My cruel overlord demanded I service him upon awaking! What could this helpless hound do but obey? Pah-tooey!" That was another spit glob on the tip of my cock, which she worked with both hands as she winked at Elsa.

"Without consulting me?" Elsa’s voice could have frozen a flame. "I had plans to pamper him myself! And you, my lesser in rank and nobility, rise early to beat me to his pleasure?!" Her glare swiveled to me like a targeting laser. "And YOU! Just lying there like a drunken sultan while I slept beside you, blissfully unaware?"

I realized I was still holding the leash and dropped it like it was on fire. "I didn’t—she just—I was asleep and then—"

"Spare me the excuses," Elsa cut me off. Her expression went quickly from fury to calculation, though. "I shall overlook this betrayal, but only if you provide me with equal attention."

Before I could process what was happening, Elsa had stripped off her nightshirt.

Her perfect breasts appeared, pale and delicate compared to Ayra’s pierced offerings, but also her tight elven pussy. She moved with lewd grace, swinging a leg over to straddle my face.

"Fair is fair," she declared, lowering herself until her thighs framed my head. "Service me as she services you."

I found myself staring up at her pretty slit, hovering just above my lips. Her scent hit me—sweet like honey with undertones of something wild and floral. Despite the absolute insanity of the situation, my mouth watered.

Gift of the Golden Tongue Activated!

"Nice." I guess that also meant I could communicate in any language. So that was neat.

At the first touch of my tongue, Elsa gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Yes," she breathed. "Exactly like that."

Meanwhile, Ayra had returned to her mission with renewed vigor. I was caught in a feedback loop of pleasure—giving and receiving simultaneously. It was sensory overload in the best possible way.

Elsa tasted like she smelled—sweet and delicate with a floral undertone. I explored thoroughly, mapping every fold and crevice, cataloging what made her gasp versus what made her moan.

"Oof! Nngh—You’re surprisingly skilled at this," Elsa panted, grinding against my mouth with increasing urgency.

I couldn’t exactly respond with my mouth full, but I doubled down on my efforts, focusing on the spot that made her thighs tremble.

Below, Ayra was composing a symphony of wet sounds. "Master’s cock is so delicious," she murmured between slurps. "I can’t get over the taste!"

"Less commentary, more fellatio," Elsa commanded, reaching down to grab a fistful of Ayra’s hair as she ground her sex into my lips. "If you’re going to be presumptuous enough to start without your First Maiden’s permission, at least do it devotedly."

Ayra growled—actually growled—and the vibration around my cock sent lightning up my spine.

Despite the power struggle happening above me, the two women found a rhythm that worked, working in tandem.

Elsa’s movements became more urgent, her breathing ragged. "Don’t you dare stop," she commanded. "Right there—oh! Yes, yes, YES!"

Her thighs clamped around my head as she came, flooding my mouth with sweetness. I kept going until she lifted herself off me and flopped over.

As Elsa collapsed beside me, limp and satisfied, Ayra kicked into overdrive. The leash lay forgotten, but she didn’t need direction anymore.

She worked me with single-minded determination, using every trick she knew, despite being somehow a virginal maiden, as Elsa described them all.

"Perhaps this is for the best. I believe our champion has earned his reward," Elsa said, still breathless, trailing her fingers across my chest.

Ayra hummed an agreement, the vibration pushing me right to the edge.

"Let go," Elsa whispered in my ear. "Release in her needy little throat. Show us how much you appreciate your party members’ desire for you."

That did it. I came hard, my back arching off the bed as pleasure exploded through every nerve.

Ayra stayed with me through it all, swallowing every drop before any of it could leak out of her mouth.

When the fireworks finally stopped, I collapsed back against the pillows, feeling like I’d run a marathon.

Ayra crawled up to cuddle on my right while Elsa reclaimed her spot on my left. Both looked insufferably pleased with themselves.

"Well," I managed once I remembered how to breathe. "That was... unexpected."

Elsa smirked. "Consider it a preview. Wait until Juniper arrives—things will get truly interesting."

"More interesting?" I wheezed. "I’m not sure I’d survive more interesting."

Ayra nuzzled my shoulder. "The Hero’s Party will take excellent care of their champion," she assured me. "In every possible way."

I lay there, the sandwich-filling between two gorgeous women from another world who apparently considered me their shared property.

A manly tear ran down my cheek as I reflected on the bizarre series of events that had led me here. I started from a lonely lawsuit winner to a monster hunter and now... whatever this was.

One thing was certain—boring had left the building.

I closed my eyes, and a grin spread across my face even though the girls had just run me ragged.

Whatever chaos god of the multiverse had decided I needed three needy, high-maintenance girlfriends from another world, I had to admit—they had zero of my ill will at this point.

But as I felt both women snuggle closer, and their breathing already evening out toward sleep, I couldn’t help wondering: if this was what two of them could do, what would the third one bring?

Part of me was terrified to find out.

The rest of me couldn’t wait.