Chapter 313: Draining Him Thoroughly * (3)

The soft afterglow lingered only a short while before desire stirred again.

Echidna remained seated astride him, still joined, her body soft and warm around his. She leaned forward, forehead resting against Silas’s, and kissed him with slow, lingering sweetness.

"We’re not finished with you," she whispered. "Not even close."

Gromda shifted to his side, one leg draped over his, her hand sliding down the plane of his stomach until her fingers found the place where he and Echidna were still connected. She stroked gently, feeling both of them, and a soft sound of pure contentment left her throat.

"Still hard for us," she murmured. "Still so ready."

Her mouth found the side of his neck, kissing and lightly nipping in a rhythm that made his pulse jump.

Chloe rose onto her knees beside his head, guiding one of his hands between her thighs again. She was wet and open, and when his fingers slipped inside her, she sighed, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

"Touch me while she takes you," she said softly. "I want to feel you moving inside her and inside me at the same time."

Anna stretched out along his other side, breasts pressed to his arm, her mouth tracing slow paths across his chest. She took one of his nipples between her lips, tongue circling, then released it with a quiet kiss.

"We’ve waited too long to rush," she said against his skin. "Tonight we savor every moment."

Echidna began to move again in long, rolling strokes that never hurried. Each rise and fall of her hips was deliberate, letting him feel every inch of her and every subtle clench of her pussy.

Her hands rested on his chest for balance, thumbs brushing over his heart as if to keep time with its racing beat. Gromda’s fingers stayed between them, adding an extra layer of slick pressure that made both Silas and Echidna tremble.

Chloe rocked against his hand, matching Echidna’s rhythm so that the three of them moved in quiet harmony. Her free hand threaded through his hair, holding him while she leaned down to kiss him, deep, open-mouthed, full of quiet hunger. Anna’s lips found the other side of his neck, her body pressed close, one leg sliding over his so that the heat of her core brushed his hip.

The soft ice was gone completely now, and Silas’s hands were free to roam.

One settled on Echidna’s waist, guiding her deeper without forcing speed. The other reached for Gromda, drawing her closer until she straddled his thigh and began to grind slowly against the hard muscle there. The oil and cream from earlier still glistened on everyone’s skin, making every slide of body against body smoother, more intimate.

Gromda leaned down until her breasts brushed his chest and her mouth hovered over his.

"I still can’t believe you’re here," she whispered. She kissed him, slow and thorough, while her hips rolled in time with Echidna’s. The dual sensation of tight heat around his cock and the soft, wet pressure of Gromda against his thigh drew a low, broken sound from deep in his chest.

Anna shifted higher, offering her breast to his mouth. He took her gladly, lips closing around the peak, tongue stroking in the same unhurried rhythm the others had set. Her fingers curled in his hair as a soft moan left her.

"Yes... Just like that. We’ve missed the way you take care of us even when you’re the one being taken."

Her words didn’t make any sense to Silas, who was too far gone in Echidna’s pussy. He could only focus on how her walls clenched around him, how Anna’s nipple hardened in his mouth as he bit it, and their moans that combined to form an intoxicating tune.

Echidna’s movements grew a fraction deeper, a fraction more insistent, though still controlled. She rose higher on each upstroke, then sank down until she was fully seated, grinding in small circles that made her breath hitch.

"Feel how much I need you," she said, voice barely above a whisper. "How much we all need you."

Chloe’s inner muscles fluttered around his fingers. She guided his thumb to the sensitive peak above and pressed it there, teaching him the exact pressure she wanted. When he found it, she gasped, forehead dropping to his.

"Don’t stop. Please don’t stop."

The four of them moved together in a slow, rising tide. No one chased climax yet; they simply stayed joined, touching, kissing, breathing the same air. Gromda’s hand returned to stroke the base of him wherever Echidna’s body left space. Anna’s mouth moved from his lips to his ear, whispering soft praise and quiet promises. Chloe’s hips rolled in perfect counterpoint to Echidna’s, so that Silas felt surrounded, claimed, cherished.

When Echidna finally began to tighten around him in earnest, the others felt it. Gromda kissed her deeply, sharing the moment. Anna’s hand slid down to where they were joined, fingers brushing both of them in gentle encouragement. Chloe’s own pleasure crested first, a quiet, full-body shudder that left her clinging to Silas’s shoulder and whispering his name like a prayer.

Echidna followed moments later, her rhythm faltering into deep, rolling waves as she came around him. The tight, rhythmic pulse pulled Silas with her. He arched beneath the four of them, a low, broken sound leaving his throat as he spilled deep inside her, every pulse answered by the soft, continuous touch of the other three women.

They stayed locked together through the aftershocks, kissing softly, hands stroking sweat-damp skin, voices low and tender. When Echidna finally lifted away, Gromda was already there, guiding Silas’s still-sensitive length between her own thighs and sinking with a long, trembling sigh of relief.

"My turn," she whispered against his mouth. "I’ve waited so long to feel you inside me again."

And the night continued, slow, intense, and endlessly intimate, as the four women who loved him took turns and shared him, never once letting the connection between them break.