Threesome! [Catherine, Ulal, Aclysia]

Ulal throws himself unto his mattress and sighs. “I had almost forgotten how this things feels.” He says and rolls on his back. “Fucking great.” “He says as two charming young ladies undress…” Catherine comments in a dry tone. “One.” She corrects herself as Aclysia’s skin changes colour.

“You sit on that throne for weeks on end and then try not to miss a mattress.” Ulal returns and carefully places the metal gauntlet at the floor beside the bed. He needs to stretch a bit to put it down there without getting up. “I spent a few months within two square metres if you remember…oh no you don’t, you were busy getting lost in the forest.”

Catherine climbs on the bed over him and opens the upper part of robes. The green crest of Hayth still implanted in the middle of his ribcage has lost a bit of colour ever since he atoned for his first attack. Two more times and it would vanish completely. “And getting fucked by a goddess.”

Ulal makes a dark expression and rolls over. Catherine now lies under him, expression frightful but eyes showing her true feelings: Lust and mockery. “You are awfully full of yourself today.” Ulal warns, his hands nailing her wrists into the fabric beneath them. “You know as well as I do that there are no gods.” “””Only more and less powerful beings.””” All three of them say.

Ulal and Catherine look at Aclysia in mild surprise. “I wrote that.” She reminds them. “Right.” Ulal says and returns his gaze to Catherine. “Maybe I just want to agitate you a bit.” She teases. “Oh? Playing with the feelings of a demon, very dangerous.”

“And yet you seem to like it.” Catherine continues her teasing and raises her left leg. Her soft skin rubs along Ulal’s pants and the hard cock inside them. Ulal let’s go of Catherine and slides out of the hindering leg-wear. “I like it better when your mouth is occupied.” He says as he kneels on the bed.

Catherine nods and gets on all fours in front of Ulal. Her black braid falling unto her left shoulder, only singular strands framing her face, she licks along the shaft presented to her. Her long tongue starts at the base, just above the balls, and travels upwards, not using her hands, only her mouth, as saliva glistens at the underside of Ulal’s cock. The Demonmagus groans softly as her tongue arrives at the head and then, in a singular movement, her lips lie around his dick.

Just as Catherine is pushing down, ever so slowly, a second pair of lips touches his base. Aclysia has joined, her light-green eyes spying upwards into his own as she slickens more of his cock in saliva. Once Catherine notices her partner in crime she pulls back up. “Your turn.” She says graciously, taking a moment to breath as Aclysia goes down without a single word.

The wet walls of her mouth envelop first the head and then the shaft of Ulal until his whole cock has vanished inside Aclysia. “Not needing to breath really helps with the sucking, doesn’t it?” Catherine asks playfully. Aclysia doesn’t answer, the trickle of magical energy plus the changes she made to her own mouth make the blowjob to pleasurable on her end to concentrate on something so trivial as conversation.

Catheriner, realizing that, looks up to Ulal. Dark Brown eyes filled with depravity. She opens her mouth but Ulal puts his hand on her lips before she can. Not at all the romantic gesture of a single finger but more the grip of a kidnapper. “That is enough from you.” He says, “Before you annoy me any further you should share with Aclysia.”

Catherine resigns herself to that fate, there would be enough time for mockery later. She sucks at the side of Ulal’s cock, only sounds she makes being playful moans, as Aclysia pulls back up until with a ‘plop’ his dick leaves her mouth. A second later she attacks again, now from the side as well. Mouths and tongues of the two witches wrestle over dominance while at the same time working with each other, sharing more than a few meeting of tongues, almost kisses, as they slobber over the meat in front of them. Ulal closes his eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink as he takes a deep breath in. “I am close.” He warns.

Aclysia quickly moves back up to the head of the Demonmagus’ dick, eager to taste the semen, filled with that delicious energy. Catherine smiles, content with watching and feeling the shaft under her pulsate as feelings of electricity rush through it only to make way for a load of the cloudy liquid moments later.

Spurts of cum fly into Aclysia’s mouth. The immortal, quiet as usual, now letting out a sharp moan as orgasmic pleasure washes over her as well. As her tongue drowns in seed, her mouth eager to milk out more, the bed under her becomes wet from the juices she leaks.

It is Aclysia, not Ulal, who slumps over once his orgasm has ended. Her face showing just the slightest expression of bliss. Ulal on the other hand is still rock hard. “Impressive.” Catherine admits, “Got a bit saved up I suppose.” “What did I say about talking?” Ulal asks. “Not enough to impress me.”

Catherine rolls on her back and presents her cunt to the Demonmagus. It is quivering, glistening wet, ready to be penetrated. Catherine’s eyes show that as well, impatient and lustful she gazes at her master. “Now do YOU want to talk, or do you want to fuck me?”

There is only one god answer to that question. Ulal position herself between her wide open legs, cock in hand to ease himself into her. Catherine moans, loudly, already being so very horny. She filled her days with her secretary’s tongue, or occasionally visiting the twins, but her masters cock was a whole different feeling as it pushed open her insides until it filled her to the brim.

“You really wanted this, didn’t you?” Ulal asks and grins as he pulls back out. “For fucks sake, y…” Her words are cut short by the impact of the Demonmagus hips as he hammers back into her. “YEEES!” She manages to get out anyway as Ulal picks up the pace and fucks her hard.

A small whimper from the side, Aclysia, touching herself, has re-joined the world of the acting. Fingers digging into her crotch she satisfies herself as she watches the act in front of her. “Don’t be shy now, Aclysia.” Ulal says, “I think Catherine needs something new to do with her mouth.”

The witch hasn’t uttered a single sound, safe grunts and moans of lust, but still nods in approval. Aclysia looks a bit thankful and positions herself above Catherine’s face. Although silent Aclysia’s face gets a dull look as she feels somebody else touching her down there. Eyes glazed over, her mouth wide open forms soundless moans as Catherine’s tongue flick her clit. A task she has problems focusing on as Ulal keeps ramming into her.

The Demonmagus takes in every second of this with pure bliss. Hands on Catherine’s hips he pushes into her tight folds over and over again, no reluctance, just hard, steady thrusts, quickly, as he feels her hips quiver, partly because of the impact of his own, partly because of the ecstasy. The constant pressure on his dick that only becomes stronger every time he penetrates Catherine’s wet pussy, is carrying him towards an orgasm.

As Catherine’s spine starts bending, her pussy clamping down, her voice, even muffled by Aclysia’s cunt as it is, echoing through the roam in an orgasmic scream, Ulal is unable to hold on any longer. A second time he unloads, his seed flooding Catherine’s cunt, painting it white from the inside as he hammers into her with three final thrusts.

As he pulls out and Catherine’s spine relaxes, Aclysia getting of her face, no longer feeling the touch of the witches tongue, he sighs in relief. “That was overdue.” Catherine raises her thumb, Aclysia just nods.