Chapter 85. Going All Rough On Them Both! To The Point It Leaves Red Marks!**

Chapter 85: 85. Going All Rough On Them Both! To The Point It Leaves Red Marks!**

She tasted like summer and surrender. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she leaned into the onslaught.

I could feel her melting, her body going boneless as she drank in the intensity.

When I finally pulled back, just an inch, Alicia’s eyes were unfocused, glazed over with a hazy, intoxicating lust.

Her lips were swollen and redder than before, and her breathing came in ragged, shallow pants. She looked drunk... completely intoxicated by me.

Laura watched, her blue eyes wide, and her chest heaving beneath her robe. She looked terrified and exhilarated all at once.

"Don’t be afraid, Laura," Alicia whispered, her voice breathy and wrecked, not breaking eye contact with me. "Don’t hold back... Let him in."

"Let him take everything... your body, your mind... give it all to him!"

Before Laura could even process the words, I turned my attention to her. I grabbed her chin gently but firmly, tilting her face up, and I could see that her lips trembled.

"Please, Roland..." she whined, a tiny, needy sound.

I didn’t give her time to hesitate. I crushed my lips against hers.

Where Alicia’s kiss had been exploratory, but Laura’s was a revelation of pure need. Her mouth was small but warm, and as I drove my tongue inside, she let out a broken cry.

"Nnngh—! Ahhnnn!" Her hands flew to my chest, clutching at my shirt as if she might float away if she didn’t hold onto something solid.

"That’s it, Laura... let go," I growled against her lips, my voice dropping to a primal register. "Give it to me... All of it."

The tent was suddenly filled with the sounds of our shared desperation: the wet sounds of kissing, the rustle of fabric, and the increasingly frantic breathing.

The air felt charged, heavy with the musk of arousal and the heat radiating from three bodies pushed to their limits.

My cock was screaming now, a throbbing, painful weight against my zipper, demanding release. I could feel the heat between my thighs matching the fire in my blood.

I looked at them... my girls, my property, my life, and I knew that there was no going back. The farm boy was dead.

Only the man remained... The man who was going to fuck them until they forgot their own names.

"Strip," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument. "Both of you... Now."

The sound of fabric sliding off skin, the soft thud of clothes hitting the floor, and the sharp intake of breath as their bare skin met the cool air... and then the heat of my gaze set the stage for the storm that was about to break.

The air in the tent was no longer air... it was pure pheromone and sweat, thick enough to choke on.

My blood was boiling, a molten rage of need that demanded total surrender. I couldn’t just play anymore.

I needed to dominate! I needed to break them open!

"On your hands and knees! Now!" I roared.

The authority in my voice was absolute, the voice of a man who had survived death and now claimed life as his prize.

They scrambled to obey, their movements frantic and uncoordinated in their desperation. They turned away from me, positioning themselves on all fours on the bedding.

The sight was devastating. Their backs arched instinctively, pushing their massive, heavy breasts toward the ceiling... two perfect mounds of golden and pale flesh swaying with every ragged breath they took.

A dark, hungry smile spread across my face. "Good girls."

I started with Alicia. I swung my palm hard against her left buttock.

CRACK!

The sound echoed like a whip.

"Ahhhnnn—!" she shrieked, her body jerking forward, her forehead nearly touching the ground.

Before she could recover, I struck her again.

CRACK!

"Yes! Harder, Roland! Break me!" she wailed, her voice cracking with a terrifying mix of pain and ecstasy.

Then I turned to Laura.

CRACK!

"Nnngh—oh god—!" Laura let out a whimper that sounded like she was breaking apart, her body trembling violently as she pressed her face into the fur. "Please... Roland... don’t stop—ahhh!"

I didn’t stop. More like I became a whirlwind of motion.

I shoved them both down until their faces were pressed against the ground, their asses raised high in the air, and presenting themselves to me like sacrificial offerings.

Then, I went for the kill.

I plunged my fingers back into them, but this time there was no tenderness... I used my full strength, and my fingers drove deep into their slick heat with punishing speed.

Squish, squelch, slap!

The sounds were obscene.

"Fuck you! Fuck yes, Roland—oh god—" Alicia screamed, her hips bucking wildly as I hammered into her. "Fill me up! Destroy me with your hands! Ahhhhhh!"

"I can’t—I can’t breathe—Roland—please—" Laura’s voice was higher, more desperate, her moans dissolving into incoherent pleas. " More—more—give me more—oh fuck—oh fuck—"

I was a machine, my hands moving in a blur of friction and force. I could feel their walls spasming around my fingers, their internal muscles milking me as they neared the cliff’s edge.

Fuck...! I wanted to push them even further beyond... it’s to the point that I wanted to shatter them.

"Hold on," I growled, my voice vibrating with primal intent. "Hold on tight!"

As they reached the peak of their screaming frenzy, I shifted. While maintaining the relentless rhythm inside their pussy, I pressed my thumbs against their tight, puckered assholes and shoved them inside simultaneously.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHNNNNNNN—!!!"

The dual scream that tore from their throats was inhuman, a sound of pure and unadulterated overload that shook the very poles of the tent. Their bodies went rigid as stone, their backs arching so hard I thought they might snap.

And then, the dam broke.

SQUUUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

Laura went first. It was like a dam bursting! A literal tsunami of arousal that erupted from her, soaking the bedding in a powerful, violent torrent that seemed to come from her very soul.

She collapsed instantly, her body convulsing as the flood receded as quickly as it had come, leaving her panting in shock. Even a strong knight like her can’t try to act strong on a massive orgasm.

But Alicia... Alicia was different.

Her release was a relentless waterfall.

SQUIRT~! SQUIRT~! SQUIRT~!

"Ohhhhhh—oh fuck—oh god—" she sobbed as the fluid kept flowing, a steady, pulsing stream that seemed to defy physics, pouring out of her in waves that lasted longer and longer until she finally ran dry.

The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the wet sounds of their bodies settling and their ragged, broken gasps.

They lay there on the floor, completely spent. Their limbs were splayed, their skin flushed crimson, and their tongues lolled out from their mouths like exhausted animals.

Their eyes were glassy, unfocused, staring at nothing as their minds reeled from the sensory overload... They had been broken, claimed, and remade in the fire of my hunger.

I looked down at them, my own breath coming in heavy heaves, and my cock still throbbing and ready for what came next.

The feast had only just begun.

The aftermath of their climax left the tent smelling of salt, musk, and something sweeter... the unmistakable evidence of their surrender.

They lay there like broken dolls, their chests rising and falling in shallow, exhausted heaves. But I wasn’t done tasting them...

Not yet.

I reached down between their legs while they still lay on their sides, my fingers sliding through the warm, slick evidence of their release.

I pulled my hands back, dripping with their combined juices... thick, clear, and glistening in the amber light.

"Open up," I commanded softly, my voice rough like gravel. "Taste what you gave me."

They obeyed with a primal, almost religious devotion. Alicia leaned forward first, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with lingering pleasure.

She wrapped her lips around my fingers, sucking them clean with slow, deliberate laps of her tongue. ’Slurp... mmmph...’

The sound of her tongue working against my skin was wet and intimate. Then Laura joined in, her smaller mouth working greedily to make sure not a single drop of her essence was wasted.

They fed on each other’s desire, their tongues dancing around my knuckles until my hands were clean again.

After a few moments of that heavy, charged intimacy, the intensity shifted. The raw predator in me receded, leaving behind the man who simply loved them.

I sank back onto the furs, stretching my aching muscles, while Alicia crawled over to press her warm side against mine.

I reached over to Laura, who was still sprawled on her stomach, and began to absentmindedly caress the swell of her ass. My palm traced the skin where my own handprints were still visible... goddamn, it was angry, red marks left by my earlier ferocity.

Laura suddenly shifted, propping herself up on her elbows and shooting me a mock-pissed look. Her cheeks were still flushed, but her eyes had regained some of their playful spark.

"Roland! You’re a brute, honestly, and I think this is your revenge when I brushed off your hands before, huh?" she huffed, though there was no real venom in it. "You hit me so hard that I think I’ll be walking funny tomorrow...!"

"Nghhh... My ass is stinging like crazy!"

I couldn’t help it... a deep, rumbling laugh escaped my chest. "You asked for it, Laura. And you told me not to hold back."

Alicia giggled, a sound as bright as sunlight breaking through storm clouds. "Oh, don’t listen to her, Roland."

"She loves the sting." To prove her point, Alicia rolled onto her stomach beside Laura, deliberately arching her back to show off her own backside.

Two perfect, crimson handprints stood out starkly against her golden skin.

"Look at mine," she whispered mischievously, biting her lip. "I love feeling your mark on me!"

"It makes me feel like I’m truly yours."