Chapter 95. Alicia Teaching Laura How To Make Me Feel Good With Her Mouth**

Chapter 95: 95. Alicia Teaching Laura How To Make Me Feel Good With Her Mouth**

I looked down at her. Her face was buried against my chest, and her shoulders were shaking.

"I’ve never... I’ve never thought about it before," she said, her voice muffled. "About a family... especially about... babies."

"And about a life that isn’t swords and armor or blood." She pulled back just enough to look at me, and her eyes were swimming.

"But when you said ’our home’... when you said ’husband and wife’..." She swallowed hard. "I want it... I want all of it."

"With you... With both of you... and with the other knights that’s truly fond of you."

"Laura," I said, my voice thick. "You don’t have to—"

"I do." She said it firmly, even through the tears. "I do... I want to be your wife."

"I want to carry your child... I want to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life." She paused, and her blush deepened to an almost painful crimson. "I want to... I want to try."

"To be a mother... To be yours in every way a woman can be yours."

She hid her face against my chest again, and I could feel her tears soaking through my skin.

I held them both. I held them so tightly it hurt.

And I didn’t say a word, because there were no words big enough for what was happening in this tent right now.

The silence stretched, warm and sacred, broken only by the sound of three people breathing together—three hearts beating in the same rhythm.

Then, my morning wood decided to make its presence known with a very inconvenient twitch.

I froze.

Both of them froze.

Slowly, very slowly, they lifted their heads and looked down.

My erection was fully, undeniably visible beneath the sheet—stiff, proud, and absolutely not subtle.

"Oh," Alicia said.

"Oh," Laura echoed.

"I’m so sorry," I said. "I didn’t—"

"It’s not your fault," Alicia said, though her eyes were dancing with mischief. "It’s a natural biological response to—"

"—being in love," Laura finished, her blush spreading to her neck.

"Yes," I said. "That."

They looked at each other again... with the same look. And yes... the same smile.

"We should settle this," Alicia said.

"Settle what?"

"Who gets to take care of that first."

I opened my mouth to protest, but Alicia was already raising her hand.

"Rock, paper, scissors."

"Alicia, we don’t need to—"

"Rock, paper, scissors, Roland. Unless you want to choose."

"I’m not choosing."

"Good."

"Rock, paper, scissors, rock, paper, scissors..."

They both threw.

Alicia: Rock.

Laura: Scissors.

"Ha!" Alicia crowed, throwing her arms up. "I win! I win! Oh, this is so fair."

"It’s not fair," Laura muttered, though she was smiling. "You always win at everything."

"It’s not everything," Alicia said, pulling the sheet back gently and exposing my erection to the morning light. "But it is this."

She looked up at me, her eyes dark and warm and utterly, completely devoted.

"Turn over," she whispered.

"What—"

"I said turn over, Roland. I’m going to take care of you."

She straddled my thighs, and I felt her warmth press against me, and my breath left me in one long, shaky exhale.

"Alicia..."

"Shh." She leaned down and kissed me with long, deep, slow sensation and then she moved lower, her lips trailing down my chest, my stomach, my hips, until her breath was hot against the tip of my cock.

I grabbed her shoulders, my fingers digging into her skin. "Alicia—"

"Mmm." She wrapped her fingers around me, her grip warm and soft, and I felt her lips part, and then—

"Oh god—"

The first touch of her mouth was like nothing I’d ever felt.

It felt fucking warm... wet... and eyes... deliberate.

She took me in slowly, carefully, like she was savoring every millimeter, and the sound that came out of me was something I didn’t recognize—a low, guttural moan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in my bones.

"Mmm~" Alicia hummed against me, her eyes looking up at me from below, dark and beautiful, and she moved her head in a slow, languid rhythm that made my whole body tremble.

"Alicia— fuck—"

"Shh," she whispered, pulling back just enough to smile at me, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. "I told you I’d take care of you."

She went back down, and this time she was faster, more confident, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips tightening around the shaft, and the sounds—the wet, slick, rhythmic sounds—filled the tent and made my head spin.

"Nnhhh—" I arched my back, my fingers knotting in her hair, and I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, and couldn’t do anything but feel.

Laura had moved to my side, watching with wide, flushed eyes, her hand resting on my chest, her fingers trembling. She looked like she was seeing something sacred.

"Is it... good?" she whispered.

"It’s... god, Laura..."

Alicia pulled back again, her lips glistening, her eyes shining.

"He’s close," she said, looking at Laura. "He’s really close."

Laura’s breath hitched. She leaned down and kissed my forehead, then my cheek, and then my lips.

"I’m right here," she whispered. "I’m right here, Roland... I’ve got you."

Alicia went back down, and this time she was insane with it—faster, deeper, her tongue working in ways I didn’t know were possible, and the moans I was making were getting louder, raw, uncontrolled, echoing off the canvas walls.

"ALICIA— ALICIA—"

"Yes, yes, yes," she murmured against me, her hands squeezing, her lips tight, and then—

Everything shattered.

I came with a sound that was half-laugh, half-scream, my whole body convulsing, my fingers gripping Alicia’s hair so tight I probably gave her a headache, and I felt her swallow every drop.

Her throat working really hard probably because of the time we had, her eyes never leaving mine, and when I finally went limp, she pulled back and kissed me—soft, tender, with my taste on her lips.

"There," she said, smiling. "All taken care of."

I lay there, my body still tingling from Alicia’s mouth, my breath slowly returning to normal. The tent was quiet for just a moment—that beautiful, post-orgasmic silence where everything feels like it’s made of gold and silk.

And then I felt it.

Again.

My cock, already slick from Alicia, stirred against the sheet. It rose slowly, deliberately, as if it had its own agenda.

I felt the blood rush back into it, the familiar tightening, the warmth—and I groaned softly. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me."

Alicia, who had been wiping her lips with the back of her hand, looked down and her eyes went wide. She let out a low laugh.

"You’re kidding! You just—I just—" She looked at Laura. "Laura! It’s doing it again."

Laura, who had been sitting quietly at my side, looked down. Her cheeks were already pink, but they turned a shade darker, a deeper crimson, and she let out a small, embarrassed sound—something between a squeak and a gasp.

"That’s... that’s not... he’s not..."

"He is," Alicia said, grinning.

She looked at me, then at Laura, and that look... oh boy... I know that meant spread across her face like sunrise. "You know what? This is perfect."

"This is like... breakfast. We’ve had one course, and now it’s time for the second."

"Alicia—" Laura started, her voice small.

"No, no, no. Don’t ’Alicia’ me. You’re his soon to be wife!"

"And that means we’re already bestie. Wives besties...?" Alicia leaned forward, her blue eyes bright with excitement. "You said it yourself... You want to be his in every way."

"So... it’s time to practice."

Laura looked like she wanted the earth to swallow her whole. Her hands were clasped together in her lap, her shoulders drawn up. "I’ve never... I’ve never done that before."

"I don’t even know—"

"I know," Alicia said, her voice softening but her grin never fading.

She reached out and took Laura’s hand, pulling her gently toward me. "And I’m going to teach you."

"But first—" She turned to me, and her hands found my hair, her fingers threading through it with a tenderness that made my chest ache. "Roland. Lap. Now."

I didn’t argue. And hell... I couldn’t.

My head felt like it was floating, my body heavy and warm and blissfully alive. I let her guide me, shifting my weight, and she gently pressed my head down onto her thighs.

Her thighs were soft and warm, and her fingers continued to comb through my hair, soothing me, grounding me.

"There," Alicia whispered, looking down at me. "Comfortable?"

"Yes," I managed, my voice a little wrecked.

She looked over at Laura, who was still frozen, still blushing, still looking like she might bolt. "Laura... Come here."

"I—I don’t know if I can—"

"Come. Here." Alicia’s voice was gentle but firm.

The way a queen gives a command. Laura hesitated, then slowly, so slowly, she knelt down on the other side of me.

Her knees touched the fur rug, and her eyes were fixed on me—on my cock, standing proud and slick between us. She swallowed hard and her hands were trembling.

’Oh wow... seeing Laura like this... it’s a fucking bless in the eyes.’ I thought.

"Okay," Alicia said, leaning over me, her hair falling around my face like a curtain. "Here’s what we’re going to do."

"Laura, I want you to put your hands on his thighs... Feel him and make sure you get used to the heat."

Laura’s fingers touched my skin, and I felt her whole body flinch—then settle, just a little. Her touch was hesitant, barely there, like she was afraid she’d break something.

"Good," Alicia said. "Now, I want you to lean down."

"Just—just get close. Breathe him in... He smells like you now, because I just had him."