Chapter 956: Simultaneous Combustion
Ayame’s entire body trembled violently, sending a desperate tremor from her core to her fingertips. Serika’s eyes just straight up rolled back in their sockets, unable to take these new sensations while remaining able-minded. Then, a singular, shared wave began to gather, pulling them both higher and higher.
Quinlan felt it, the unmistakable tremor of their imminent release. So, as the culinary gentleman he was, he opened his mouth wide beneath them, ready to receive the cascading warmth that was about to pour forth.
"Anggh!"
"Hnngh!!"
With a final, shattering moan, both Ayame and Serika orgasmed simultaneously. A torrent of heavenly nectar poured from their trembling bodies, a warm, thick stream that filled Quinlan’s eagerly waiting mouth. He swallowed deeply, relishing the sweet, primal essence of their combined pleasure.
As their quivering hips began to settle, Quinlan’s focus sharpened. With a swift, powerful motion, he moved his free leg—the one not straddled by Seraphiel—and used it to hook around Lucille’s waist, pulling her even deeper onto his already engorged cock.
The sudden, intense plunge forced a breathless gasp from her, and the little bells around her throat jiggled violently with her desperate efforts to accommodate him in her depths. Quinlan held her there as his own climax arrived. With a guttural groan, he released his seed in a pulsating explosion that rushed deep into her belly, claiming her from within even as he savored the lingering taste of Ayame and Serika.
A wave of profound satisfaction washed over Quinlan as he glanced around, taking in the scene. Ayame and Serika, still perched above him, were trembling with the violent aftershocks of their mighty squirts, their faces flushed and eyes glazed with lingering ecstasy.
At the same time, below him, Lucille, his beloved throat goat, lay against his thigh, her body lax and quivering, the soft jingle of her bells marking the rhythmic, pleased contractions deep within her. Yes, his beloved caramel-haired lover could easily cum from giving him head.
But his serene observations were rudely interrupted by a needy moan from Kitsara above his head. She began to grind her pussy against his hair, making a soft, insistent friction as she whined, "I’m horny... so, so horny!"