Revel in your barbarian wenches

After a delicious dinner of roast chicken, you summon both Betua and Coblaith to your bedroom. As you disrobe, the two of them kneel on the floor, hands behind their backs. Betua is trembling slightly; Coblaith looks stoic. Your cock begins to swell as you cross over to them and seize Betua by the hair.

"Betua."

"Y-yes, Dominus?"

You ignore the trembling, nude redhead, and grab Coblaith by the hair as well. "Coblaith."

The tattooed Pict gazes up at you unreadably. "Dominus."

You grin, one **** in each hand. This is the life.

"Suck."

The girls move in and begin to work away obediently at your cock. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, reveling in the double blowjob. Coblaith laps at your balls, tongue running over your scrotum and gently wrapping around each testicle, while Betua slurps away at your shaft. The combined sensations are almost overwhelming, and you groan anew when Coblaith moves up to join Betua on the shaft. Grasping them each firmly by the head, you pull Betua slightly to one side and begin to fuck between their mouths as the girls press their lips and tongues onto you. They're practically kissing around your cock. You fuck them like this for a minute or so then, throbbing, step back.

"Open."

As Betua opens her jaw, you slide your cock into her mouth, not stopping until you feel her throat start to constrict around you. You facefuck her for a few moments, enjoying her gagging noises and the warm tightness of her throat, then pop out of her and turn to Coblaith to do the same. The Pict can take you deeper than the Gaul, and you enjoy the sight of her large tits swaying as you rhythmically stroke into her mouth. Coblaith looks up at you, eyes watering but fearless, as you fuck her throat.

You pull out of Coblaith and grin. "I've had an idea. A little contest, as it were. The **** who pleases me most will get the pleasure of my cock tonight. The other will entertain me in...less enjoyable ways. Understood?"

Real fear enters both of your slaves' eyes now, and they nod. You grin. "Very well. One rule for both of you: no hands on my cock. Coblaith, you first."

Not needing another word, the Pictish woman lunges forward seizes your cock with her mouth, grabbing your waist with her hands to steady herself as she begins to deepthroat you vigorously. You groan in pleasure and rest one hand on her head - not forcing anything, but reminding her of your authority - as she slurps away. You love the pressure of this ****'s throat, and the way she's willing to take you as deep as she humanly can - your balls slap against her chin more than once, and that's all her doing.

After a few minutes of this, you seize Coblaith's hair and pull her back off your cock. "Enough. Betua, your turn." As Coblaith gasps and sputters, recovering, Betua crawls over to you. Somewhat to your surprise, she doesn't immediately move toward your cock; instead, staying on all fours, she begins to kiss your feet. You raise an eyebrow, but don't stop her. Betua works her way quickly up your legs, kissing your feet, then ankles, legs, knees, and thighs in quick succession, little butterfly kisses that make you shiver as ticklish feeling blooms in your legs. Finally she's kissing your groin, then your balls, then at last she kisses along your shaft, then gives you a single, long, spine-tingling lick down your full length before slipping you into her mouth. Betua can't take you as deep as Coblaith can, but she sucks you ardently and with (it must be admitted) more variety, swirling her tongue across your glans and the underside of your shaft. After a few minutes, she has you moaning as you stroke her long red hair.

Coblaith is the more capable and enthusiastic deepthroater, but Betua has made a display of her obedience to you that's worth something...and, to be fair to her, she knows what you like.