Chapter 53 coordination.

Chapter 53: 53 coordination.

"Discussing?" I managed. My voice sounded hoarser than I intended. I cleared my throat, noticing just how dry it’d gone all of a sudden. Gee. Wonder why.

"Naturally," Elsa replied with a dainty shrug. "It is well within Ayra’s submissive nature to want to dote on you—and it is within my nature to not want to let her have your pleasure all to herself."

I watched breathlessly as Elsa positioned herself on the couch.

Ayra eased in behind me, her hands sliding up my back, her breasts pressing against me as she kissed a line between my shoulder blades. I felt her silver nipple rings tickle my skin.

"Now," Elsa announced, "we demonstrate our party coordination."

Elsa knelt on the ground before me, which already had my eyes bugging out before anything happened.

Her golden hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her icy blue eyes now looked molten with lust. Ayra joined her quickly enough.

"Watch," Elsa commanded, sounding like a regal princess even on her knees.

They began with kisses along my thighs which more or less confirmed my suspicions about where this was headed—or so I thought.

Their movements synchronized like they’d rehearsed this performance, but I knew that probably wasn’t the case. They were just equally eager.

Ayra’s lips and tongue came in hot, sloppy, and heavy.

Compare that to Elsa, who was slower, more graceful, her eyes rolled back rather than focusing on my gaze.

Each teasing kiss drew closer to my cock, which was standing at full attention between them.

"I believe our champion is ready for us," Ayra giggled, sending her hot breath washing over my skin.

"Patience is a virtue he must learn," Elsa replied. She was talking a big game, but I could see from the lust in her eyes that she was just as eager for the next step as I was.

Just when I thought they couldn’t torture me any further, they exchanged a narrow-eyed glance and shifted positions.

Elsa reclined the sofa, which I didn’t even realize she knew how to do, while Ayra stroked my shaft, waiting for something.

Next thing I knew, they moved to kneel on either side of me, then scooted forward until both were directly in front of my cock, facing each other.

"Do you know what we’re going to do?" Elsa asked, her voice dropping to a husky register that made my brain vibrate in my skull.

"No, but I’m extremely invested in finding out," I confessed.

Ayra giggled again. "We’re going to sandwich your cock between our wet, juicy little pussies," she whispered. The bluntness of it caught me off-guard. "To show our adoration for you, Master."

My cock actually twitched at her words, and both women’s eyes darkened at the sight, fixing on it with purpose.

"As she said," Elsa confirmed, somehow maintaining her air of royal dignity while discussing the sexual double-team maneuver. "We will pleasure you between our quims so that your cock can familiarize itself with its future homes."

"We really shouldn’t let you penetrate us until Juniper is here," Ayra explained, licking her lips and looking down at the collection of genitalia about to mingle. "But we can get very, very close."

"Very, very close" sounded great to me. They shifted closer, their legs overlapping slightly.

Elsa’s pale, perfect, bald pussy was already glistening with arousal, a sight that never failed to make my mouth water.

Beside it, Ayra’s was equally enticing—slightly darker in coloration, with a faint tuft of golden-brown hair, but every bit as enjoyable-looking.

With deliberate care, they pressed together, their outer lips kissing each other as they created a channel between them. Then, with agonizing slowness, they lowered this warm, wet vice onto my cock.

"Holy fucking shit," I groaned as my length was enveloped in their combined heat. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced—two different textures, temperatures, and pressures working in perfect harmony.

"Swear if you must, darling Champion," Elsa murmured in a breathless tone. "It’s all for you."

"Nyah!" the dog-girl moaned at the friction. "All for my sweet, handsome—cruel, evil Master," Ayra whimpered.

They began to move together, sliding up and down my shaft in a perfectly synchronized rhythm.

The visual was almost too much—my cock being swallowed between the luxurious folds of their pussies, their wetness mingling together, dripping down—soaking me.

Their breasts swayed in time with their gyrating hips, and Ayra’s pierced nipples in particular caught the light in a way that made my eyes go dry from staring wide-eyed.

"Does our mate approve?" Ayra panted as her amber eyes went half-lidded with pleasure. Her tail was wagging so fast it was almost distracting—but nothing could really distract me from this.

"Fuck yes," I managed, my hands gripping the couch cushions to keep from grabbing them both. "This is... incredible."

Elsa’s composure was cracking from the bliss she also felt. Her hair had grown messy and fallen across her face, and her breathing was becoming ragged. "The friction is... quite a fair deal more effective than I anticipated," she admitted, a tremor in her voice as their bodies slid against each other with my cock sandwiched between them.

I couldn’t help myself any longer. I reached out, one hand finding Ayra’s breast, the other tangling in Elsa’s hair.

I tugged gently on one of Ayra’s nipple rings, causing her to let out a yelp of pleasure, while simultaneously pulling Elsa forward until our lips met in a searing kiss.

The dual stimulation seemed to inflame them further.

Their pace increased, the wet sounds of their movements filling the room along with their moans and my own grunts of pleasure.

I could feel them both getting closer—Ayra’s tail now thrashing wildly, Elsa’s thighs trembling from all the effort.

"I’m getting there," I warned, my hips starting to buck upward on their own.

"Don’t you dare hold back," Elsa commanded breathlessly. "Cover us both. Show us how you feel about us."

"Yes, please!" Ayra whimpered, her body quivering. "I want to feel it, Master!"

Those words, combined with the sight and sensation of their perfect bodies pleasuring me together, sent me hurtling over the edge.

My cock pulsed violently between them, shooting thick ropes of cum that painted their stomachs, breasts, and the undersides of their chins as they continued to slide against me through my orgasm.

The visual of my release decorating their bodies triggered something primal in both of them. Ayra came with a howl, her entire body shaking like she’d stuck her tail in an electrical socket.

Elsa followed a moment later. Her orgasm seemed more controlled but no less intense as a series of gasps and shudders made her pointed ears quiver like leaves in a breeze.

They collapsed against each other, panting and trembling, their bodies glistening with sweat and my release.

I starfished against the couch, utterly spent. To say my heart was racing would be a disgusting insult to the institution of language.

They climbed on top of me, Ayra immediately nuzzling against my neck while Elsa arranged herself along my other side.

The smell of sweat was strong, but it was the good kind of sweat, mingling with the lingering aroma of Elsa’s post purification magic scent.

"I think," I said once I’d recovered enough breath to speak, "that bath is looking like a better idea now."

Elsa made a purr of approval. "Indeed. I believe we’re all sufficiently motivated for proper bathing activities now."

"Race you to the shower!" Ayra exclaimed, already springing up with inexhaustible energy. "We’ll have to take turns in the tub since it’s too small for all three of us, but I call first spot with Master!"

"You most certainly will not," Elsa countered, somehow finding the energy to chase after her. "Royal privilege grants me priority! I am the First Maiden of this party, don’t forget!"

They disappeared upstairs, leaving me momentarily alone on the couch. I couldn’t help but stare off into space for a minute just to reflect and do a quick little gratitude ritual in my head.

The sounds of running water and playful splashing drifted down from the bathroom soon enough, along with voices begging for me to join them.

I decided that despite the portals, the sheriff, and an impending multiversal crisis twenty years in the future, I wouldn’t trade this bizarre new reality for anything. Not even for double my lawsuit winnings, which is saying something because that would be fuck-you money squared.

Some destinies, it turned out, were worth embracing.

Quite literally.