Chapter 14: The Queen’s Baptism (POV: Bia)
The taste of Lucas in my mouth was something entirely new, warm, and absurdly addictive. I was moving on pure instinct, completely wrapped in the heat of his body against mine at the edge of the kitchen counter. Beside me, Sophia’s nimble fingers kept working magic on my core, keeping me in a state of sheer delirium, while Ana’s mature hands massaged my shoulders, whispering words of encouragement that shattered any remaining shred of shyness I tried to hold onto.
"That's it, my angel... look at how perfect you are doing that," Ana’s voice echoed like music in my ears. "Make Lucas feel good, he deserves it."
Suddenly, I felt Lucas’s body grow tense. His abs contracted under my hands, and he let out a low, breathless groan, gripping my hair with a firm yet gentle hold.
"Bia... swallow it all, beautiful. I'm going to come," he warned, his voice husky with pure lust.
If this had been a few hours ago, I would have panicked. But right there, completely corrupted by the environment, I just opened my mouth wider and braced myself. Seconds later, a thick, warm wave filled my mouth. I closed my eyes and swallowed every single drop of Lucas’s seed, feeling a violent shiver rip through my entire body as Sophia gave one last squeeze to my clitoris, sending me over the edge right along with him in an orgasm that left me completely spent, arching my back against the table.
I gasped for air, my eyes half-open, wiping the corner of my lips with my thumb. Ana stepped closer with a radiant, proud smile, sealing my lips with a tender kiss and wiping my face clean.
"What a wonderful girl..." Ana praised, looking at her son and then at Sophia. "But this kitchen has gotten way too small for us. The counter is uncomfortable for our sweet thing. Let’s head up to my room. The king-size bed is perfect for what comes next."
"Excellent idea, Mom," Sophia replied, wiping her own wet fingers with a wicked little chuckle.
Before I could even try to stand up on my trembling legs, Lucas leaned down and slipped his strong arms under my knees and my back. He lifted me into his arms effortlessly, treating me like a true queen. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face against his warm chest as he began to walk up the mansion's stairs. Ana and Sophia followed closely behind, their eyes locked onto us, creating an erotic procession that made my heart skip a beat.
When Lucas pushed open the door to Ana’s master suite, my eyes widened slightly. The room was massive, exuding luxury, with cozy, dim lighting, and in the center sat a colossal king-size bed made up with Egyptian cotton sheets.
Lucas laid me down gently right in the middle of the soft mattress. I sank into it, feeling incredibly small and intensely desired. Immediately after, the family joined me. Ana and Sophia climbed onto the bed from the sides, like two lionesses surrounding their prey, while Lucas positioned himself on his knees right between my legs, which had already been parted again by my friend’s careful hands.
"Ready for your real prize, Bia?" Lucas asked with that warm, friendly smile that disarmed any fear I had left.
"Please, Lucas... I want you," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper, leaving my pride entirely behind.
Sophia leaned in and locked her mouth against mine, starting a wet, seductive kiss to muffle my sounds, while Ana positioned herself right behind Lucas, wrapping her arms around her son’s back and caressing my exposed breasts with her mature hands.
Lucas gripped my hips firmly and, with a delicious slowness, pressed the head of his massive length against my already completely soaked intimacy. As he pushed forward, filling me up all at once to the very depths, my eyes went wide against Sophia's, and a sharp moan was smothered by her mouth. It was a sensation of absolute fullness, a heat that took over my entire being.
Lucas began to move in a wonderful, firm, and steady rhythm. With each of his thrusts on the giant bed, the mattress rocked. Ana used her experience to dictate the pace from above, giving exciting little slaps to my thighs and biting Lucas’s shoulder to tease him, while Sophia shifted her kisses from my face down to my neck, whispering about how much I now belonged to this house.
The pleasure built up rapidly, turning into an uncontrollable wave. The friction of Lucas’s body against mine pushed me straight toward the edge of a second, even more violent orgasm. I felt my inner walls contract tightly around him, and Lucas let out a low growl, accelerating his final thrusts.
"I'm at the limit, Bia... I'm going to melt inside you," he panted, his face slick with sweat, his gaze locked into mine.
"Go on, my boy... fill her up," Ana urged in a raspy voice, squeezing Lucas's backside, while Sophia sucked my nipple hard, making me lose control completely.
I arched my back, digging my nails into Lucas's shoulders as my body exploded into a cataclysmic orgasm. In the exact same second, Lucas delivered one final, deep thrust, burying himself as far into me as he could go, and let go. I could distinctly feel the thick, hot streams of his seed pulsing against the back of my womb, filling me completely with a sense of absolute possession.
Lucas collapsed his heavy chest over mine, breathing heavily, while Ana and Sophia lay down around us, showering us with caresses, low giggles, and wet kisses. I was completely exhausted, drenched in sweat and his fluids, lost in the middle of that perfect family.