Chapter 205 Taste.

Chapter 205: 205 Taste.

"Boss," Psyren gasped when Rhea lifted just enough to let her speak. "Fuck me. Please. Need you in me."

I pulled my fingers free, slick and shiny. Rhea shuffled forward on her knees so her pussy hovered over Psyren’s mouth again, but lower this time, giving me room.

I lined up and pushed into Psyren in one smooth stroke. She was hot, tight, soaked.

"Uuhhh!" She cried out against Rhea’s cunt, the sound muffled, and her walls clenched around me hard.

I started thrusting—deep, steady, grinding against her clit on every stroke. Rhea lowered fully again.

Psyren went back to eating her with messy enthusiasm, tongue and lips and the occasional flash of pink psychic energy that made Rhea shudder and drip.

I reached around and found Rhea’s clit with my fingers, rubbing tight circles while I fucked Psyren.

Rhea’s moans got louder. She braced one hand on the wall, the other in Psyren’s hair, riding the psychic’s face harder.

I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed back desperately, tasting of Psyren, tongue sliding against mine.

Between us Psyren was making wet, filthy sounds, licking and sucking and moaning every time my cock bottomed out inside her.

I changed the angle, lifting Psyren’s hips, driving deeper. She came first—sudden, sharp, body locking up, cunt pulsing hard around my cock.

The psychic energy flared, pink light washing the room for a second, and a soft harmonic hum filled the air like distant music.

Rhea cried out at the same moment, grinding down, thighs shaking as she came on Psyren’s tongue. I felt the gush against my fingers.

I didn’t stop.

I pulled out of Psyren, still hard, cock shiny with her. Rhea was still trembling. I guided her down onto her back beside Psyren.

The two girls immediately turned toward each other, kissing messily, hands roaming.

I knelt between Rhea’s legs this time and pushed into her. She was softer inside, just as wet, and the sound she made when I filled her was pure need.

Psyren propped herself on an elbow and watched for a moment, then crawled closer.

She swung a leg over Rhea’s face and sat down, grinding her still-sensitive cunt against the dog-girl’s mouth. Rhea licked eagerly.

Psyren leaned forward, bracing on the bed, and took my cock in her hand every time I pulled almost out of Rhea, stroking the slick length, then guiding me back in.

I fucked Rhea harder. The bed creaked. Psyren’s breasts swayed with every thrust.

I leaned in and sucked one of her nipples, then the other, biting gently. She moaned and reached back to spread her own ass, giving Rhea better access.

The dog-girl’s tongue worked overtime—licking Psyren’s clit, dipping into her hole, even teasing lower until Psyren was shaking again.

I pulled out of Rhea, grabbed Psyren by the hips, and dragged her off Rhea’s face just long enough to push into her from behind.

She went down onto her elbows over Rhea, ass up. I thrust deep. Psyren’s face dropped between Rhea’s thighs and she started eating her again, messy and loud.

Rhea’s hands came up to hold Psyren’s head there while I pounded into the psychic.

We switched again. And again.

I had Rhea on all fours, fucking her from behind while Psyren lay underneath her, sucking on Rhea’s swinging tits and reaching up to rub the dog-girl’s clit.

Then I had Psyren on her back with her legs over my shoulders, driving into her while Rhea straddled her face the other way, riding her tongue and leaning forward to kiss me, to bite my lip, to whisper filthy encouragement against my mouth.

At one point both girls were on their knees side by side on the bed.

I stood at the edge and fucked them in turn—three strokes in Psyren, three in Rhea, cock shiny with both of them, their asses pressed together, their mouths open and panting.

They kissed each other between thrusts, tongues sliding, spit and juices mixing. Psyren’s hand found Rhea’s clit; Rhea’s found Psyren’s. They rubbed each other while I used them.

Psyren’s powers leaked more and more. The air hummed. Soft pink light pulsed with every thrust.

I felt the psychic pressure against my skin like a second set of hands stroking me, urging me deeper, faster. Rhea’s tail wrapped around my thigh, holding me close every time I buried myself in her.

I pulled them both upright, kneeling, facing each other. I stayed behind Psyren, fucking her while she and Rhea made out, hands everywhere.

Then I shifted and pushed into Rhea from behind while Psyren stayed pressed against her front, grinding their clits together, kissing, biting, whispering.

"I love you," Psyren gasped against Rhea’s mouth. "Both of you. Fuck—boss—Rhea—"

Rhea’s answer was a broken moan. "Love you. Love you both. Don’t stop—"

I reached around and rubbed Psyren’s clit hard while I fucked Rhea. Psyren came with a cry, body jerking, cunt clenching on nothing.

The psychic pulse hit hard enough that Rhea followed a second later, walls fluttering around my cock, a gush of wetness soaking my balls and the sheets.

I pulled out, still aching, and pushed them both down onto their backs side by side.

I knelt between them, stroked my cock once, twice, and came hard across both of them—thick ropes striping Psyren’s stomach and tits, then Rhea’s, some landing on their joined hands.

Psyren immediately scooped some up with two fingers and pushed them into Rhea’s mouth. Rhea sucked them clean, then did the same for Psyren.

I collapsed between them. They both turned into me at once. Psyren’s head on one shoulder, Rhea’s on the other. Legs tangled.

Hands still roaming lazily—over my chest, over each other’s hips, down to cup my spent cock and give it soft, possessive squeezes.

Psyren’s voice was soft, almost sleepy. "I love you, boss."

Rhea nuzzled closer, lips brushing my collarbone. "I love you too."

I held them both tighter. "I love you. Both of you."

Psyren giggled, that familiar impish sound, but sweeter now. She lifted her head just enough to kiss me, slow and deep.

When she pulled back, Rhea took her place, kissing me just as thoroughly, then turning to kiss Psyren again while I watched.

They settled back against me. The pink light faded. The soft music of Psyren’s power died away. The lab was quiet except for the hum of the servers and our slowing breaths.

Psyren’s fingers traced idle patterns on my chest. Rhea’s tail curled around both our legs. I stroked their hair, one hand for each, and felt the last of the tension drain out of all three of us.

They fell asleep like that—curled into me, hands still linked across my stomach, the taste of each other still on their lips.