Chapter 379: To The Bedroom!

Stan guided Maya and Sophie deeper into the suite, his hands never leaving the soft, generous curves of their hips. His palms rested low, fingers splaying possessively over the plump, yielding flesh of their asses.

With every step the silky fabric of their dresses shifted, and he felt the warm, heavy bounce and subtle ripple of their cheeks under his touch, supple, firm, and endlessly inviting.

The three of them moved in a close, intimate cluster, the girls pressed against either side of him, their soft breasts brushing his bare arms with every step.

’Blood contract’, Stan thought, the words rolling through his mind like a quiet vow. Camilla had signed it willingly. She was bound as his comrade. She wouldn’t lie to him. Since she said so then her Qi wall is definitely real, no need doubting that since he saw it before walking to the door... But also he was sure with her words that Maya and Sophie truly could not see her, sense her, or hear her. Yet her earlier words still echoed in his head, sweet with unintended invitation.

’I’ve erected a Qi wall around myself, my aura, my presence, everything is completely sealed. They won’t see, sense, or hear me. Whatever you do with them is none of my concern.’

Her words resounded on his mind.

A slow, devilish grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. ’None of your concern, huh?’

That was the loophole she had handed him thinking he won’t discover it. She had sealed herself from detection... but she hadn’t said she would look away. She hadn’t said she would stop listening. In fact, by declaring it none of her business, she had all but admitted she intended to remain and witness whatever happened next but just won’t reveal her presence...

’Perfect.’

He planned to take both Maya and Sophie in that bedroom tonight. Hard. Thoroughly. And if Camilla watched, if she listened, so much the better. Let her see exactly how he handled the women who already belonged to him. Let the sight and the sounds sink into her. It would only make it easier, later, to claim her completely.

Maya rested her head lightly against his shoulder as they walked, her voice soft and warm. "We missed you so much tonight. The house felt empty without you."

Sophie’s fingers traced lazy circles on his chest. "Mm. We kept thinking about you... about how lonely your bed must feel. We couldn’t stand it."

Maya smiled, the curve of her lips brushing his skin. "So we prepared something special. Sophie made the spicy honey-glazed chicken you love, and I prepared the creamy garlic pasta and those little sweet red-bean buns you always steal when you think I’m not looking. We even brought warm rice wine. We want to feed you ourselves... every bite. Right from our fingers if you’ll let us."

Stan drew in a deep breath, letting their mingled scents fill his lungs, something soft and floral from Maya, something warmer and faintly vanilla from Sophie, both layered over the clean, feminine warmth of their skin. "You both smell incredible," he murmured, voice low and sincere. "This... your company... is exactly what I needed tonight."

They reached the bedroom door. Stan pushed it open and guided them inside.

Across the room, Camilla remained motionless on her hovering jade bed, her face turned away toward the far wall. Maya and Sophie’s eyes passed over the space without the slightest pause, without the faintest flicker of awareness. Stan’s theory held. Camilla’s words held. They truly could not see her.

What Stan could not see was the faint rose flush coloring Camilla’s cheeks. Through her spiritual sense she had watched everything in vivid, three-dimensional clarity, the way Stan’s mouth had claimed Maya’s, the way Sophie had stolen her turn, the way his hands had cupped and squeezed their breasts.

The images kept replaying behind her closed eyes. Worse, she could hear every soft, intimate word they exchanged now, every breathy confession of how much they had missed him.

Her heart thudded heavily against her ribs. Something unfamiliar and restless stirred low in her stomach. She could not bring herself to turn and look at the two women with her physical eyes.

’Should I leave?’ the thought flickered through her mind.

Almost immediately she rejected it. Leaving would feel like being driven out, like admitting she was not strong enough to remain. Her pride would not allow it. She scoffed inwardly. ’Hmph. What’s that that I can’t handle...’

Meanwhile Stan was thoroughly occupied with the living, breathing beauty at his sides.

Sophie gave him a gentle push, guiding him backward until the edge of the bed met the backs of his knees. He sat. She leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering peck to the side of his neck, her lips warm against his skin.

"It’s okay if we both sit on either side of your lap, right?" she asked, smiling against him.

Stan’s answering smile was lazy and confident. "Don’t worry. I can handle it."

Sophie and Maya settled onto his thighs almost at the same time.

The sensation was immediate and exquisite, the heavy, soft weight of their asses sinking onto him, the plush give of their flesh spreading slightly under their own weight, the heat of their bodies seeping through the thin fabric of their dresses and into his skin.

Sophie’s cheeks were fuller, softer; Maya’s were firm yet still yielding. Both girls shifted slightly to find their balance, and the subtle grind of their asses against his thighs sent a slow pulse of heat straight through him.

Their hands rose at once, palms sliding over the bare planes of his chest. Fingers traced the ridges of muscle, circled his nipples, stroked downward in slow, possessive caresses. Maya leaned in and pressed a tender peck to his cheek before rising again.

"My love," she said softly, eyes warm, "do you have a tray and utensils in the kitchen we can use to feed you properly?"

Stan nodded. "Cabinet left of the sink. Trays are on the second shelf."

Maya bent and gave him one more kiss, this time full on the mouth, slow and sweet, before murmuring, "Sorry... where’s the kitchen from here?"

He directed her with a quiet word and a tilt of his head. She picked up the leather bag containing their carefully packed food and started toward the door.

As she passed, Stan’s hand left Sophie’s hip just long enough to deliver a firm, appreciative smack to the generous curve of Maya’s ass. The soft flesh bounced under his palm with a satisfying jiggle, and Maya’s soft, startled laugh floated back to him as she disappeared into the hallway.

Sophie remained on his lap, still caressing his chest, her body warm and heavy and wonderfully present.

Across the room Camilla stayed silent and still... listening.