Pleasure yourself - and Betua - with the Pict.

You grab Coblaith by her hair and pull her back off your cock. "She's quite good with her tongue," you say casually to Betua as Coblaith sputters and catches her breath, "a skill you could work on. But I'm feeling generous tonight. Go lie on the couch."

Betua looks at you, confused, but does so. You drag Coblaith up and push her toward the couch as well; she stumbles and lands on it on her hands and knees. You grab the top of her head and point toward Betua's cunt. "You'll pleasure her. Understand, Pict? You give her pleasure, but if she finishes before I do, you'll be punished." Coblaith glances up at you, then at Betua, then down to the redhead's bush. She swallows. "Yes, Dominus."

You smile as you move behind her and admire her tattoos. The blue whorls and dots on Coblaith's body seem to move and shift slightly as she bends down and begins lapping away at Betua's pussy. Betua meets your eyes, seeming uncertain how to take this, but then lets out a small, whimpering noise of pleasure as Coblaith apparently finds her clit. You watch her relax slightly as the other **** goes to work on her.

You, meanwhile, spit on your hand and feel up Coblaith's pussy. She's already wet, and your spit only adds to the situation, so you grin and line yourself up with her entrance. You can see Coblaith tense slightly as you prod her lips, then you slowly push yourself in. Coblaith moans, and Betua lets out a little gasp as the tattooed woman licks her even more fervently. You smile at Betua. "I think the Pictish whore is enjoying herself!"

"Ah! Y-yes...dominus...I think...so!"

You pump in and out of Coblaith, slowly gaining speed as your dick swells, feeling close to bursting already. Betua closes her eyes and throws her head back, breathing through clenched teeth as she reaches down and laces her fingers through Coblaith's dark hair, holding the Pictish girl's head in place. Betua's breathing has sped up and Coblaith is moaning and grunting rhythmically as you pound away at her. Seeing that Betua seems close, you lean forward and tweak her nipple, eliciting a yelp. You glare at her over Coblaith's back.

"You don't finish till I do. Am I understood?"

"Y-yes, dominus..."

Fortunately for Betua, you can feel that you are close. Seizing Coblaith's hips, you begin truly ramming her, enjoying the ripples of flesh that move up her ass and haunches in response to your ****. Betua's breath is coming in quick, high-pitched gasps now as she desperately tries not to come.

"Oh, please dominus! May I finish?"

"Now you can!" you growl as you thrust forward a final time and unload your seed deep into Coblaith's womb. As you continue to spurt, Betua lets out a shriek and seizes the other ****'s head with both hands, her legs quivering as she orgasms. Slowly, all three of you relax, as you slip your depleted cock from Coblaith's pussy. The Pictish girl coughs weakly as she catches her breath. You lean forward and jam two fingers into her snatch, collecting some of your seed, and hold out the fingers to your slaves. "Suck. Taste your master's seed."

Dutifully, both girls lean forward and suck on a finger, cleaning you off with their mouths and tongues. Coblaith looks haggard, Betua radiant. You stand and pull Betua up, leaning in to speak directly to her.

"You've been my **** the longest, and I favored you tonight. But I may not tomorrow. Keep that in mind, and go clean Coblaith up."

Betua bobs her head. "Yes, dominus." She helps Coblaith stand and ushers the short, curvy girl away, one arm companionably around her shoulders. You smile as you watch them depart, deeply and viscerally satisfied.