going to the mansion

The sound of hooves against the dirt road was the only thing that broke the silence of the night, besides Emilia's muffled moans. Her lips enveloped my member with a devotion that almost seemed religious, while Elsa, on all fours on the leather seat, held my bare feet against her soft buttocks.

"Deeper," I ordered, and Emilia didn't hesitate. Her nose pressed against my skin, her eyes watering as she swallowed every inch. A small gasp escaped, but she continued, as always.

Ram, in front, didn't even look back. His hands firm on the helm, his eyes fixed on the dark road.

"How long?" I asked, running my fingers through Emilia's hair.

"Two hours, master," Ram replied, emotionlessly.

I smiled. Enough time.

I pulled Emilia by the hair, tearing her away from me with a wet snap. She gasped, her lips glistening with saliva. Without saying a word, I pushed her aside and knelt behind Elsa. Her back arched, the perfect curve of her waist to her pert buttocks.

"Ram," I called, as I slid my hands over Elsa's skin.

"Yes, master?"

"Keep the carriage steady."

"As you wish."

Elsa moaned as I entered her, her warm flesh adjusting to me with familiarity. Emilia, beside me, was already masturbating, her fingers plunging between her legs as she watched.

The carriage swayed slightly, but Ram was exceptional. Not even a sharper turn made us lose our rhythm.

And when we finally arrived at the mansion, the three of them were exactly as I wanted: tired, satisfied, and completely mine.