Chapter 381: A King’s Comfort

They offered him the cup of cool water and the small flask of rice wine next. Maya held the cup steady while Sophie brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, both watching with soft, adoring eyes as Stan tipped his head back and drank.

The water slid down his throat in long, grateful gulps; the wine followed, warm and lightly sweet. He finished every drop under their attentive gazes, and the simple act of being cared for like this only deepened the heat already coiling low in his gut.

When the last swallow was gone, the girls rose together. They carried the tray to the far corner of the room and set it carefully on the floor, out of the way.

Then they returned to him, dropping to their knees between his spread thighs with graceful, practiced ease.

Sophie’s fingers found his belt first. Maya helped. Leather whispered free of the buckle; the button and zipper followed. Together they tugged his pants and underwear down just far enough to free him.

His cock sprang out, thick, heavy, and already fully hard. The length of it was impressive even by the standards of the women who knew it well; the thick vein along the underside pulsed visibly, and the flushed head gleamed with a bead of precum.

Maya’s breath caught. "The sheer size of this never ceases to amaze me, Stan..." she whispered, eyes wide with open hunger.

Sophie nodded, wrapping both hands around the thick shaft and giving a slow, firm stroke from base to tip. "Me too... gods, look at him. So heavy. So hard for us already."

Across the room, Camilla’s spiritual sense flared involuntarily. She felt the sudden heat of Stan’s arousal, the way the air around his lap seemed to thicken with masculine energy. The visual of his cock, thick, veined, and glistening, burned itself into her mind’s eye. Her cheeks flushed deeper. She told herself she should look away. She did not.

Sophie leaned in first, dragging the flat of her tongue slowly up the underside of his cock, from the heavy base all the way to the sensitive head.

The wet heat of her mouth was exquisite, soft, slick, and deliberate. She swirled her tongue around the tip in lazy circles, tasting the salty-sweet precum, then sealed her lips around the head and sucked gently, cheeks hollowing.

Maya watched for a moment, eyes dark with lust, before joining her. She pressed open-mouthed kisses along the thick shaft while Sophie sucked the tip, her tongue tracing the prominent vein.

"You taste so good," Maya murmured against his skin. "We’ve been thinking about this all evening... about getting on our knees for you."

Stan’s hand settled in Sophie’s hair, not forcing, just resting. A low groan rumbled from his chest when she took him deeper, the tight heat of her throat welcoming the first few inches.

Sophie hummed around him, the vibration sending a jolt of pure pleasure straight up his spine. She bobbed slowly, wetly, saliva already beginning to gloss the shaft.

Maya took her turn with the head, replacing Sophie’s mouth with her own. Where Sophie had been playful and teasing, Maya was devoted and thorough.

She licked broad, flat strokes over the sensitive underside of the glans, then took the head fully into her mouth and sucked with steady, rhythmic pressure.

Her tongue worked constantly, swirling, flicking the slit, pressing firmly against the ridge. At the same time Sophie stroked the base with both hands, twisting gently on the upstroke, keeping the pleasure constant.

"That’s it, baby," Sophie purred, watching Maya’s lips stretch around him. "Take him nice and deep for us. He loves when we work together."

Maya moaned around his cock in answer, the sound muffled and filthy. She pushed further, relaxing her throat, taking more of his thick length until her nose nearly brushed the dark curls at his base.

The tight, wet constriction of her throat squeezed him perfectly. Stan’s hips jerked involuntarily; another deep groan tore from him.

Camilla’s breath had gone shallow. Through her spiritual sense she could feel every detail, the wet heat of the two mouths, the way Stan’s pleasure spiked with every deep swallow, the soft, obscene sounds of sucking and licking filling the room. Her own body felt strangely hot. She pressed her thighs together without realizing it. ’Why am I still watching this...?’

The question had no answer she was willing to accept.

Sophie and Maya switched again, falling into a seamless rhythm. One mouth always on him, sucking the head, licking long wet stripes up the shaft, or taking him deep into a welcoming throat, while the other stroked, kissed his balls, or whispered filthy encouragement against his skin.

"You feel so thick on my tongue," Sophie whispered between licks, her voice husky. "I love the way you throb when I do this..."

She demonstrated by swirling her tongue around the head in tight, focused circles before taking him to the back of her throat in one smooth glide. The wet, tight heat enveloped him completely; her throat fluttered around the invading length as she held him there, swallowing deliberately.

Maya’s hands never stopped moving, stroking whatever length wasn’t currently buried in Sophie’s mouth, cupping and gently massaging his heavy balls.

Stan groaned feeling a lot of pleasure course through him...

"Listen to those sounds he makes," Maya said softly, almost reverently. "That’s all for us. We’re making our king feel so good..."

Stan’s groans grew deeper, and more frequent. His fingers tightened in their hair.

The dual attention was overwhelming, wet heat, soft tongues, tight throats, the constant slide of saliva-slick hands.

Every time one of them deep-throated him, the other was there the moment he pulled free, licking up the thick strands of saliva that connected her lips to his cock, then claiming the head for herself.

They worked him with complete focus and shared hunger, trading places, overlapping, sometimes both licking the same thick vein at once so that two warm, wet tongues glided along his length together.

The wet sounds of their mouths, the soft moans they made whenever he pulsed against their tongues, and the low, pleasured noises Stan couldn’t hold back filled the bedroom.

Camilla remained frozen on the hovering jade bed, spiritual sense locked on the scene against her will. Heat bloomed low in her belly. Her heart hammered.

She could almost feel the phantom stretch of his thick cock in her own throat, the wet sounds echoing in her ears. Pride warred with something far more dangerous, something that made her fingers dig harder into the silk bedding as she continued to watch every second of the most intimate, devoted blowjob she had ever witnessed.