Julian takes Ebbeth and pleasures Izel

“Oh! Ah! Ungh - oh gods!”

Ebbeth gasped as she rode Julian’s cock. Her hefty, melon-sized breasts bobbled like fruit on a tree buffeted by a windstorm, making clapping sounds against her chest. Her plump rear jiggled as Julian thrusted upwards.

Julian leaned back against one of Ebbeth’s pillows, his arms stretched behind his head. A lazy, contented grin stretched across his face. Dizzying jolts of pleasure coursed through his body bolts of electicity. He felt as if he were being bathed in ecstasy, like rays of sunlight on a particularly warm summer day.

Izel lay at his side. She stroked his chest, her nails scraping his skin ever-so-slightly, as if to remind him that she, not Ebbeth, was the woman to whom he owed his first priority.

Yet even as Ebbeth bounced up and down his cock, her body jiggling in all the right ways, he needed no reminder. He leaned towards Izel. He felt her smile against his lips as she kissed her. She devoured his lips hungrily without hesitation.

Izel hadn’t joined in when Ebbeth had started to fuck him, seemingly content to watch as the two of them made love. If Izel were jealous or resentful in any way, she gave no indication of it. She wasn’t exactly the type of woman to be shy about her feelings even before he had cemented his hold over her. Her voluptuous brown-skinned body pressed closer to his, her nipples hardening against him as they kissed.

Wet clapping sounds filled the room as Ebbeth kept fucking herself on his manhood. He loud a groan into Izel’s mouth and she broke the kiss, her mysterious amber eyes glimmering with unabashed lust.

She leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Ebbeth’s a pretty dutiful woman. So obedient and loyal to her master. She’d make a wonderful second wife, don’t you think?”

S-second wife?

Julian opened his mouth to reply, but Ebbeth lowered herself on his cock again, sheathing her inside her quivering cunt. Julian threw his head back and grunted.

“Godsdammit,” he hissed, throwing his head back against the pillow.

She was so tight. So hot. Her velvety pussy gripped him like a vice. It coiled around his throbbing manhood, milking him, urging him deeper inside. He wasn’t sure whose cunt he preferred - Ebbeth’s or Izel’s. Izel was tighter, and seemed to have near-complete control of her muscles down there. She seemed to be able to massage and milk him whichever way she pleased.

Ebbeth was different. She was older but seemed even more eager. It was almost as if there was something… worshipful about her movements. The way her eyes looked at him, equal parts loving and nurturing like a mother’s would be felt utterly perverse, but there was something about that which was undeniably thrilling. At the same time she gasped and moaned his name like a prayer to the gods.

Her face was scrunched up in exhaustion, but she persevered. It was as if she cared nothing of her own discomfort or level of exhaustion and simply wanted to please him. That suited Julian just fine; a day harvesting wheat with the Sarrah and her brothers had left him tired and sore. He felt like he’d torn muscles he hadn’t known he had.

Ebbeth kept a steady pace, her eyes closed in sheer pleasure. The mature, shapely woman that had essentially raised him had given herself over to him.

Julian’s hands found Ebbeth’s waist. He smiled, liking how soft she was, the way his fingers sank slightly into her plaint flesh. He loved her huge breasts, the way they jiggled and wobbled every time she eased herself down his length and then lifted herself up. He loved her wide, childbaring hips and her thick thighs.

He glanced at Izel again and allowed himself a lazy grin.

Two buxom, plump-reared beauties in bed with me… Gods, I must be the luckiest man in Aemar.

Forgotten were his troubles - the punishment heaped upon him by his mother and enforced by Brianna Ulner. The realization of having a class that would see him dead if those in power caught wind of it. The reality of having a Necromancer for a consort. A Shadower whose magic would see her dead or imprisoned alongside him.

It was strange. When he’d classed, Julian had never felt more powerful and in control in his life, only to have that sense of control ripped away from him almost instantly. But now, having both Izel and Ebbeth here with him, loving him with their bodies, making him the focus of their attention, he felt a sense of that control rush back into him like a lightning bolt.

Ebbeth abruptly collapsed against his lap, sheathing his throbbing cock inside her achingly hot pussy. The head of his cock bashed against her cervix, eliciting a sharp gasp from her throat. He knew she must be feeling pain. Why was she smiling?

“G-gods, Julian,” she said warmly as she looked down at him, her chocolate eyes hazy. She swallowed shakily. “I-if I’d known being with you would feel so good, I would have done this long ago regardless of Lady Maela’s restrictions. Klaria forgive me.”

She added her last sentence almost as an afterthought and resumed rocking her broad hips back and forth. She made sure to keep Julian’s cock at least halfway ensconced in her cunt.

Izel chuckled. Her large breasts were pressed into his side.

“You serve our lord well, Ebbeth,” Izel said, her voice brimming with amusement and… approval?

“T-thank you, Lady Izel. Serving Lord Julian is - ahn! - my purpose. My only reason for being!” Ebbeth said between ragged gasps. She finally lifted herself again, stopping when only the head of his cock was within her. Then she lowered herself in a single motion, driving his erect manhood within her again.

“Gods!” Julian grit his teeth. Stars danced across his vision. Izel hugged herself closer to him, an arm draped possessively over his chest.

“I knew you would enjoy this. It seems right, doesn’t it? That you should have more than one woman tending to you, seeing to your every need,” she murmured. Something about her voice made him suspect she wasn’t teasing him, at least not entirely.

It’s customary for Tenlani noblemen to take multiple wives, so I suppose it’s not so surprising that Izel would arrange something like this with Ebbeth, though how she arranged it is still a complete mystery.

His expression must have betrayed his thoughts, for his love smiled secretively and mouthed, “Later.”

Julian sighed and sagged back against the bed. Ebbeth began moving again. He grunted, his lips curving into a lazy grin. He moved his right hand from Ebbeth’s hip and moved it behind her, delivering a smack to her generous rear.

Ebbeth let out a squeak that sounded entirely too adorable for him not to want to hear it again, so he delivered another strike to her asscheek. Her eyes fluttered as she made the noise again, her pussy tightening around his manhood.

He bit his lip. It didn’t seem right that he should be having fun with Ebbeth while Izel watched and didn’t get any enjoyment herself, but how could he pleasure her?

I’ve heard stories about men putting their head between a woman’s legs to give her pleasure. Could I do that to Izel?

The thought of his face being sandwiched between her prodigiously thick thighs sent a tremor of anticipation coursing down his spine. Grinning, he faced his consort.

She arched a black eyebrow. Her dark skin flickered like bronze under the room’s sole mana torch.

“What's on your mind now?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity and anticipation.

“I-I want to taste you.”

Her amber eyes widened as she stared at him.

"Come again?"

He licked his lips. "I want to taste you, Izel."

“Julian,” she gasped, rubbing her thighs together. She bit her plush lower lip and seemed to steady herself. She cleared her throat. “Well, you’re certainly full of surprises, aren’t you? What makes you think you could satisfy me? I only recently made you a man, after all.”

Ebbeth lowered herself down on his cock again, making him moan. She stared at Izel, her eyes hardening.

“If Julian says he can satisfy you, then you’d best believe it, Izel,” the older woman said, her voice rife with conviction that surprised both of them. “There is nothing our master cannot do. You’ll see. And even if for whatever reason you find him lacking, then it’s our responsibility to teach him if he wishes. After all, it is we who exist to serve his wishes, not the other way around.”

Julian’s cock twitched within Ebbeth’s depths. The woman chewed her lower lip and gasped hotly. Her eyes remained focused on Izel.

“Well?” the mature woman said expectantly. “Our master wants to taste you, so let him taste you.”

Izel actually blushed, and then her eyes flickered angrily when he noticed, as if it were all his fault. She took a breath to calm herself and gave him a resigned sigh.

“Well, when you put it that way…”

Julian rolled his eyes.

I swear she loves being difficult just for the sake of it, just to see my reaction! She’s lucky I don’t bend her over the bed and have Ebbeth spank her with a paddle.

Izel took her time getting up, of course. She rose slowly, her breasts settling against her chest as she put her weight on her knees. She moved closer to him and then lifted her leg to rest on the other side of his head, affording him a look between her thick thighs. Her pussy wet, and in that moment he wished he were closer. As if she read his mind, she lowered herself, bringing her pussy to within an inch of his lips.

While Izel positioned herself, Ebbeth hadn’t been idle. She slid herself off his cock, letting out a groan as it popped out of her. A soft hand gripped the base and within moments he was within her achingly tight warmth again. He lifted his head by reflex and nudged against Izel’s pussy.

“You’re supposed to use your mouth not your nose, Julian,” Izel said, her tone tinged with amusement. He could imagine the smirk on her lips, her amber eyes rolling at the thought of him genuinely pleasuring her that way.

She doesn’t believe I can do it, huh? Well, she’s about to be proven very, very wrong. Even if I have to cheat to do it.

A Suggestion was all it would take. Izel’s mind was as wide open to him as ever. She wouldn’t be aware that he had done it, though knowing how paranoid she was, he was sure she would suspect it.

Better to wait until I’ve at least tried. She’ll certainly suspect something’s amiss if she orgasms before I’ve even done anything to her.

He took a deep breath.

Well, here goes nothing.

He kissed the outer edges of her pussy. Her body shivered atop him.

“Oh,” she whispered so quietly he wondered if he’d imagined it.

Ebbeth settled atop his length, his entire cock comfortably buried in her tight passage. Her cunt muscles massaged and milked him gently, but she didn’t move beyond that.

She doesn’t want to distract me.

Julian gave Izel's clitoris an experimental lick.

Izel gasped and shuddered. Julian grinned, encouraged by her response. He did it again and was rewarded with a low moan.

“Julian…” Izel’s whisper was like music to his ears. Emboldened, he kissed the nob then gave it a lick. Then kissed again.

“Ngh!” Izel’s hands gripped his upper torso.

She didn’t think I’d be able to get a rise out of her, yet she’s reacting like this and I haven’t even really gotten started. I don’t even really know what I’m doing aside from trying to mimic what I’ve read in stories. Those little love books were handy for something I suppose.

He kissed and licked Izel’s pussy, diving in with gusto. He moved his hands behind Izel to grip her large soft rear. He groped her ass, enjoying the cute, strangled gasps that left her throat as he pleasured her.

Clevis once said men who did stuff like this were fools. That it’s a woman’s job to please a man, not the other way around. He's a fool.

As Julian peppered Izel’s pussy with licks and kisses and she finally shuddered atop him and screamed his name, he felt a measure of satisfaction subsume him. He could stop, and listen to Izel grumble and whine and try to press her pussy against him. Then he could start again, and make her gasp with pleasure. Oh, how he loved hearing that! Even as Izel enjoyed herself, there was a hint of frustration in her voice, that she was wrong, and that in this instance, despite his position, he controlled when pleasure was dispensed, not the way around.

At this rate, I might not need Suggestion after all.

He licked her little nub again and she screamed, her body shuddering atop him.

“J-Julian! Yes! Right there!”

Gods, is orgasming?

Ebbeth seemed to take that as her cue to resume her movements. He moaned into Izel’s pussy as Ebbeth’s tight cunt clenched around him, and within moments he was emptying himself inside her.

“Oh gods, yes!” Ebbeth hissed, humping herself rapidly on his member.

Izel’s voluptuous body shuddered again when he nibbled at the clit. Her nails dug into his chest, and he was sure this time she’d drawn blood.

Almost reluctantly, she lifted herself off of him and shakily settled on the bed, her body pressed against his side. Her body was sweaty, her hair matted. Her eyes stared up at him as if seeing him for the first time.

Ebbeth lifted herself off his deflating cock and claimed his other side, and he was suddenly trapped between the bodies of two very voluptuous women.

“That was…” Izel shook her head. Her face was red like a tomato. Her large breasts rose and fell as took a deep breath. “Alright, maybe I was wrong to doubt you in this case.”

The almost pained look she gave him told him that it would be the last time she made such an admission.

We’ll see about that.

“Of course you were,” Ebbeth murmured proudly. She sounded almost like a mother bragging about her son’s abilities.

Izel glared at Ebbeth, but her eyes had little heat in them. A moment later, she rested her head against his shoulder. Ebbeth smiled triumphantly and mimicked her, kissing his neck.

Julian felt warm, and not just from the heat of the two women lying with him. He was so comfortable that he didn’t realize it when sleep had claimed him until it was too late.

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Julian Imerdan (lv. 7 Psion)

HP: 140/142

ST: 31/119

WP: 470/470

Skills...

Attributes…

Effects…

Julian's Skills

[Manipulation] Suggestion (cost: 20 WP) – Telepathically implant a suggestion in the mind of a target to influence or induce an action, thought, or emotion.

[Manipulation] Hypnosis (cost: 30 WP) – Lull someone into a hypnotic trance. Requires the use of a pendant or other foci to draw the target’s gaze.

[Affliction] Mind Jab (cost: 15 WP) – Project a weak bolt of psionic energy that attacks the mind of an opponent, causing crippling mental pain that lasts for a few moments.

[Affliction] Psi-Bolt (cost: 5 WP) – Emit an unguided bolt of psionic energy that inflicts low Psi damage to a target upon impact. It deals moderate Psi damage against targets affected by Mind Jab, but clears them of the status.

[Connection] Detect Mind (cost: 2 WP/s) – Focus your awareness outward to detect the minds of sentient organic beings within ten feet.

[Connection] Connect Mind (cost: 5 WP) – Choose two minds glimpsed with Detect Mind and link them together for a time, allowing a psionic Skill used on one mind to affect the other.

[Matter] Piercing Field (cost: 15 WP) – Imbue a weapon or projectile within range with an impossibly narrow telekinetic field, allowing it to cut through armor. The field dissipates after a single attack.

[Knowledge] Safe Fall (cost: free) – You have learned how to shift your body mid-air to significantly mitigate falling damage.

[Knowledge] Meditation (cost: free) – Clear your thoughts and retreat into an introspective state within your own mind. Your WP regeneration is significantly increased while meditating. Meditation is a viable substitute for the equivalent amount of sleep.

[Innate] Focus (cost: free) – When in combat, enter a state of emotional detachment which allows you to ignore pain and resist negative mental effects.

Julian’s Attributes

Human – As a member of the human species, your body is more resilient than most other sapient races.

Magical Ancestry – Several of your ancestors possessed powerful magical abilities and talents. The barest hint of their talent resides within you, granting you easier use of magical items.

Psionic – You are capable of affecting physical and nonphysical reality through Will alone. You are resistant to mental effects and psionic damage. You can perceive all spectrums of psionic energy.

Fardreamer – While you sleep, you may randomly send your mental awareness to another place in the universe.

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