Chapter 72: A hard-earned threesome (1)
"Aaaah... y-your huge cock... aaaah... I missed it so much, my super stud!" Zaira moans loudly as she rides Chris, completely naked.
With their new house in a secluded location and no neighbors nearby, there’s no need to hold back — not that Isabelle ever had a problem with that.
Chris is practically bursting with excitement, ready to explode at any moment. His hands grip Zaira’s hips, and his gaze follows the bounce of her breasts as she rides him — he’s completely mesmerized.
He’s lying on his back, but not on Isabelle’s bed — on Isabelle herself.
Her massive breasts are his pillow, and from behind, she massages him and kisses his neck, whispering obscene things into his ear.
A tangle of naked bodies, moans, and cries of pleasure has been unfolding for over half an hour now in front of Mia.
Isabelle made her stay in nothing but her underwear, then tied her to a chair a couple of meters away from the bed. Her wrists are bound behind the backrest, while her ankles are secured to the legs of the chair, forcing her to remain seated with her legs spread.
Her face is so red and flushed that she looks like she’s just come out of a sauna.
Her gaze is fixed on the floor, but she’s so close to them that from time to time she has to shut her eyes, trying to shut herself off from a situation that embarrasses her deeply.
And yet, every now and then she opens them when a sharper cry of pleasure slips from Zaira’s lips. When she does, her gaze falls on Chris’s sweaty, well-defined abdomen. Then lower, to his cock, briefly visible as Zaira lifts her hips before dropping back down onto him again.
I-I guess... Chris... is actually kind of handsome... and he’s so sweet when he gets all protective... and he’s even pretty funny... no wonder those two perverts enjoy themselves with him so much...
I-if only he wasn’t like them, maybe... m-maybe I could... oh, come on, Mia, stop thinking like that! I’m a princess — there’s no way I’d ever become just another girl in his harem!
And yet, no matter how hard she tries to convince herself, her glances at Chris — at first rare and fleeting — become more and more frequent, and linger longer each time.
"C-Come inside me, my stud! F-Fill me up like a Thanksgiving turkey! I... aaaah... I’m your fucking slut! I want to feel your cock deep inside me— aaaaaah!"
Zaira’s body tenses in an intense spasm of pleasure as she reaches her second orgasm since they began.
And yet, it’s still not enough for her.
She freezes for a moment, then resumes riding him with renewed vigor.
"Good girl, Zaira... warm that big cock up nice and proper... I want it nice and hot when it’s my turn..." Isabelle murmurs, pressing herself closer against Chris.
"I-Isabelle... when it’s your turn...?" he asks, his voice breathless with pleasure.
"Don’t rush, we’ve only just started and we still have the whole night ahead of us," she whispers in a warm, sensual tone. "You know, watching has its own appeal, and staying here watching you fuck is like foreplay for me. Don’t worry, I promised I’d let you do whatever you wanted, and that’s exactly how it’ll be — I always keep my word."
"D-Don’t tell me... this is one of your usual tricks too, right...? You let Zaira wear me out, just so you can say ’oh, what a shame, I just got in the mood, but now you can’t even get it up anymore. Guess you wasted your chance to have sex with me.’ T-That would be pretty cruel, even for you..."
As he says this, Chris reaches for Zaira’s bouncing breasts, and when he grabs them firmly, she lets out an uncontrollable cry of pleasure.
"No tricks, don’t worry about that. It’s just that... it really turns me on watching two young people fuck with that kind of passion... you know, I’ve always had, how should I put it... a bit of a thing for the young. I would’ve let you do all kinds of things to me the very day Mia decided to adopt you, but you were only fourteen and I didn’t want to give you the wrong impression. But looking back on it... well, I suppose you wouldn’t have minded either... for now, I’ll just stay here and watch a little longer. In the meantime, enjoy yourself with Zaira..."
Chris gives a slight smirk.
Mia’s right — she really is a voyeur... and with some pretty questionable tastes... not exactly what you’d expect from someone whose name alone is enough to make people tremble in fear...
"I-I can’t believe it... I’m about to... come again... aaaaah... y-your cock is really incredi— aaaaaah!"
Zaira is shaken by another orgasm, the pleasure mixing with a warm, spreading sensation as she feels Chris’s seed pouring inside her.
She collapses forward, his cock still inside her, trapping Chris between them — her breasts pressing him from the front, and Isabelle’s from behind.
Zaira lets out a long, tired yet satisfied sigh, pulling him into a tight embrace.
"Aaaaah... Chris, you’re amazing — that’s hands down the second-best cock I’ve ever had... I could ride it for hours, but I’m completely exhausted... I need a break!"
"Only second? If something that big and hard is only second, I’m really curious who’s first," Isabelle asks with genuine interest.
"Oh, I’m sure you know him — that incredibly hot Raelor Valraen, my bodyguard back when I was the princess of Ravessia, five years ago. Well, to be fair, he’s an incubus and was over forty, with a lot more experience than my beloved stud. But then again, I was only thirteen, and you know how it is — when you’re that young, things always seem bigger than they really are. Still, I doubt I’m remembering it wrong."
"Oh yes, Raelor Valraen — who doesn’t know him? They say he’s the most powerful incubus, but since I’ve never fought him, I can’t really confirm that. Anyway... congratulations on catching the eye of someone like him."
"Catching his attention is putting it mildly. He even said he loved me, though they were probably just sweet words to win over the young, inexperienced succubus I was back then. But honestly, who cares — he could’ve said anything, I would’ve let him fuck me anyway."
"Z-Zaira... that’s really disgraceful, talking like that about someone who was more than three times your age!" Mia mutters, breathless.
"Oh, right, you’re here too, my sweet Mia — I’d completely forgotten. So, are you enjoying the show? It must be tough being stuck in that chair while Isabelle and I have fun with your brother. I really wouldn’t want to be in your place — having such a nice cock right under your nose and only being able to watch must be unbearable torture!"
"I-I don’t care at all about what you do with each other. It’s like that’s the only thing that matters to you — you’re worse than animals that only think about reproducing! F-Fortunately, I seem to be more evolved than you..."
As she says it, she bites her lip and presses her thighs together as much as she can, despite the way Isabelle has bound her. She keeps up an indifferent, detached facade, and yet she feels something stirring down there, a faint, teasing sensation.
And then, wetness.
She feels her pussy warm and throbbing, along with a growing urge to lock herself in her room and touch herself. The sensation is so overwhelming that she might even do it right there, in front of them. Something Isabelle, who knows her well, had already anticipated — which is why she tied her arms behind the back of the chair.
In that brief moment of calm, Isabelle takes Chris’s face in her hands and tilts it back just enough to slip her tongue into his mouth. He reaches his hands behind him, one gripping her ass, the other between her thighs — she’s so wet there that his entire lower back is soaked, like he’s lying in a bath.
That kiss makes him hard again instantly, and Zaira lets out a long, pleased moan as she feels his cock hardening inside her once more.
"D-Damn, Chris... are you really going to make me come for the fourth time in an hour...? You really know how to treat a woman, my stud... I’m really exhausted, but if you insist..."
But just as she lifts her torso, ready to start riding him again, Isabelle stops her.
"I’d say you’ve had enough for now. Don’t be too selfish — it’s my turn."
"Ugh... fine."
Chris’s eyes light up at those words.
Here we go, it’s finally time! At last... I’m going to fuck Isabelle!
He feels her hands sliding down from his chest to his abdomen, then lower still, until they grip his hips. She pushes him onto his stomach, while Zaira slips off him to make room.
Chris lies on top of Isabelle. His hands squeeze her breasts tightly as their tongues intertwine, and he guides himself in search of her. After a couple of attempts, he finds her, and thrusts eagerly inside.