Chapter 86. Alicia Was The First One To Feel It, But Then Came Laura Who Stole It**

Chapter 86: 86. Alicia Was The First One To Feel It, But Then Came Laura Who Stole It**

We sat there for a few minutes, just breathing together... three souls intertwined in the quiet aftermath of a storm.

We talked about small things, the ridiculousness of our situation, the warmth of the fire outside, and the simple fact that we were alive.

It was a rare moment of wholesome tenderness, a quiet lull before the next wave.

But the lull didn’t last.

The air began to thicken again. I felt the shift before I saw it.

Laura and Alicia shared a knowing, hungry glance... a silent communication between women who had shared the same ecstasy. Their eyes locked for a heartbeat before both sets of hands began to move with terrifying purpose.

They didn’t go for my shirt. And they didn’t go for my belt.

Their hands dived straight for the waistband of my pants, their fingers spreading wide across the massive, straining bulge that threatened to split the fabric apart.

I felt Laura’s palm cup the underside of my cock through the cloth, while Alicia’s fingers gripped the top, squeezing the thick vein that throbbed beneath my skin.

"The talking is over, Roland," Laura whispered, her voice dropping back into that husky, demanding register, and her eyes were dark with a hunger that made my stomach flip.

"Yeah," Alicia added, pressing closer until her breasts were crushed against my arm, her fingers working feverishly at my fly. "Show us your sword now~! We’re not done being hurt yet..."

The tenderness of our laughter evaporated like mist under a scorching sun.

The moment their hands found my cock through the fabric, the temperature in the tent skyrocketed. I could feel the heat radiating from their palms... their fingers desperate to bridge the gap between fabric and flesh.

"I’m not going to make you wait anymore," I rasped, my voice vibrating with a hunger that felt almost dangerous.

I slowly rose to my feet, standing tall between them. They remained on all fours, positioned like two beautiful, panting animals, with their eyes locked onto my groin.

I could see their pupils blown wide, black swallowing the iris, their lips glistening with saliva as they unconsciously licked them, tasting the anticipation.

I reached for my waistband. I took my time, deliberately savoring the way their breathing hitched in unison. ’Haaa—ahhh—’

The sound of their synchronized gasps was like music to my ears. I peeled the fabric down slowly, letting the trousers slide over my thighs until they pooled at my ankles.

When my cock finally sprung free, it was like a predator breaking from its cage. It throbbed violently in the cool air, dark, thick, and impossibly large, standing proud and defiant between their faces.

The reaction was instantaneous.

"Oh fuck..." Laura whispered, her voice cracking.

She leaned forward involuntarily, her nose inches from the crown. She took a deep, shuddering inhale, her eyes closing as she breathed in my scent... the musk of sweat, the salt of arousal, and the raw, masculine pheromone of my cock.

"It smells so... so strong. Like you... and it’s like power."

Alicia didn’t speak at first. She simply stared, her mouth hanging open slightly.

"It’s terrifying," she breathed, her voice reverent. "It looks like it could break us apart, Roland..."

"Like it could split us in two." She leaned closer, her breath hot against the sensitive skin of my shaft. "But I want it... I want to feel how much bigger it is than anything I’ve ever imagined!"

"We’re both going to be dominated by this, aren’t we?" Laura asked, looking up at me with pupils so dilated she looked possessed. "There’s no fighting it like last time."

"We’re just... we’re going to be swallowed by you."

"That’s the plan, Laura," I growled, looking down at them. "That’s exactly the plan... and I can’t wait to feel it again."

"Is he also rough with you?" Laura asked Alicia.

"Yep... that’s his thing, and I love every second of it~!"

Alicia moved first. She was always the bolder one, the one who took what she wanted.

She crawled forward until she was positioned directly beneath me, her golden hair spilling over my thighs.

She reached out with both hands, her fingers wrapping around the base of my cock. Her grip was firm, appreciative.

"Mine first," she murmured, looking up at me with a challenge in her eyes.

She began to stroke me... long, slow, deliberate slides from base to tip. Her palm was warm and slick.

Then, she leaned in, pressing a tender, worshipful kiss to the swollen head, tasting the pre-cum that had begun to bead at the tip.

"Mmm... so salty... and yet so perfect," she whispered against my skin.

Then, she opened her mouth.

She took the head in first, her lips stretching to accommodate the girth. Then, with practiced ease, she began to slide down the shaft.

Schlick... schlick... slurp...

The sound was wet, rhythmic, and maddening. She worked her way down, her throat opening to receive me, her eyes never leaving mine as she took as much as she could manage.

"Nnngh—ahhh—oh god, Roland—" she moaned around me, the sound muffled and vibrating through my entire lower body.

Her tongue swirled around the underside of my cock as she moved, her cheeks hollowing with each sucking motion.

Laura watched from beside her, her face a mask of pure shock and escalating arousal.

"Alicia—" she gasped, her hands clutching at the bedding. "How—how are you doing that? How can you fit so much? It’s... it’s incredible."

Laura’s breathing became more erratic, her hips beginning to rock involuntarily. "I want to taste it too..."

"Please, Alicia... let me have some... I need to feel it too."

Alicia pulled back with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. She looked up at Laura with a triumphant, lustful smirk.

"Patience for a bit, Laura," she teased breathily. "There’s plenty of me to go around~! Just watch how I take him... and make sure you learn, okay?"

She plunged back down, her mouth working with renewed ferocity, her hands pumping at my balls as she drove herself to take more and more.

The tent was filled with the obscene sounds of her devotion... the wet slurping, the deep throat sounds, and the increasingly desperate moans that escaped her throat as she pushed herself to the limit.

’God, they’re going to drive me insane,’ I thought, my hips twitching uncontrollably as I looked down at the two of them... one ravaging me, the other starving for her turn.

The hunt was far from over, but the feast was delicious.

Alicia was relentless. Her rhythm had shifted from worshipful to aggressive, her head bobbing with increasing speed as she worked to take every inch of me.

The sounds coming from her mouth were obscene... deep, wet, throat-stretching gluck-gluck noises that echoed off the tent walls. My hips were bucking involuntarily now, my cock throbbing so hard it felt like it was going to burst.

"Mmmph—nngh—ahhh!" Alicia’s muffled moans mixed with the wet slapping sounds of her cheeks against my thighs.

She was pushing herself to the limit, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she tried to milk every drop of pleasure from me.

Beside her, Laura was unraveling. Her breathing was no longer just ragged, but it was hysterical.

Her hands were shaking as she watched Alicia’s throat work around my cock. The sight of Alicia’s lips stretched wide, the way her throat constricted around me... it was too much for her.

Laura’s self-control snapped like a dry twig. "Move! Move aside, Alicia!"

"I can’t—I can’t just watch anymore!" Laura cried out, her voice cracking with desperate need.

Before Alicia could protest, Laura reached out and grabbed both of Alicia’s shoulders, physically hauling her backward. "Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!"

"I wasn’t finished!" Alicia squealed, though her face was still flushed and glistening with saliva.

"You’re taking too long!" Laura panted, her chest heaving as she scrambled to position herself between my legs. "I need to help him—I need to relieve him properly!"

Without waiting for permission, Laura leaned forward, pressing her massive, soft breasts together with all her might. She guided my cock into the deep, warm valley between them, squeezing her cleavage tight around the shaft.

"Ahhh—fuck—" The groan ripped out of my throat as the sensation changed from wet suction to warm, crushing pressure.

Laura’s tits were impossibly soft yet firm enough to grip me like velvet gloves. "Yes, Laura... just like that."

"See?" Laura whispered breathily, her eyes meeting mine with fierce determination. "I remember what you like... I remember how you groan when I squeeze them like this."

"I’m going to make you cum so hard you forget your own name." She began to slide her body up and down, her breasts milking me with every motion.

Schlick, schlick, squish!

Alicia sat back on her heels, crossing her arms over her bare chest and pouting like a spoiled princess. "That is completely unfair, Laura!"

"We agreed on turns!" she complained, though her voice lacked any real anger... it was mostly playful indignation. "You can’t just swoop in and steal the best part because you got impatient!"

Laura didn’t even pause her rhythm, her hips grinding against my cock as she squeezed her tits tighter. "Deal with it, Alicia!"

"The ’best part’ is whoever gets to feel him twitch first!"