The bathroom door swung open with a sudden creak, and Yelena stepped out, the steam from her shower billowing around her like some kind of deliberate, seductive mist. My eyes flicked toward the movement—only to freeze.
Fuck.
The towel she'd wrapped around herself was barely more than a suggestion, tied just tight enough to cover her nipples—but only just.
The rest of her breasts were on full display, the fabric clinging to the curves of them as she deliberately arched her back, puffing them out just enough to make it impossible to look away.
The water droplets still glistened on her skin, her hair damp and clinging to her shoulders, her lips curled into a smirk that was pure, unapologetic temptation.
Claire, who had been curled in my lap, let out a sharp gasp. Her hands flew up to cover my eyes, her face flushing crimson as she whirled toward Yelena. "Bitch, what are you doing?!" she snapped, her voice a mix of outrage and embarrassment. "Quick, wear your clothes!"
Yelena's smirk deepened, her fingers toying with the edge of her towel as she sauntered closer, her hips swaying just enough to make it clear she knew exactly what she was doing.
"What's it to you?" she purred, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "Are you afraid I'll seduce your boyfriend?" She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "Because let's be honest... my body is better than yours."
Claire's face twisted in indignation, her grip on my shoulders tightening as if she were afraid I'd suddenly leap up and abandon her for Yelena's display. "Hmph!" she scoffed, her voice sharp. "Just dream, you delusional bitch. I'm better than you in every way that matters!"
Yelena let out a low, throaty laugh, her fingers trailing down the damp skin of her collarbone in a slow, deliberate motion. "Oh, really?" she drawled, her gaze flicking to me with a knowing smirk. The way she looked at me was pure challenge, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she arched an eyebrow.
Claire, who had been covering my eyes with her hands, suddenly pulled them away, turning to face me with a determined look as she stood up from my lap. "Jack, what do you say?" she demanded, her voice sharp but tinged with a hint of insecurity. "Tell her who is better."
I let out an exaggerated sigh, dramatically flopping backward onto the bed with a soft thud. "I'm sleepy," I announced, pulling the blanket up to cover myself with a theatrical flourish. "All this arguing is exhausting."
Claire's eyes narrowed, her hands planting on her hips as she glared down at me. "Jack, you—!" she started, her voice sharp with frustration, but I cut her off with a yawn, my eyes slipping shut as if I were already half-asleep.
Yelena let out a low, mocking chuckle from where she stood, her arms crossed as she watched the scene unfold. "Looks like he's afraid you won't be able to handle the truth, Claire," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "Maybe he knows you're not as confident as you pretend to be."
Claire's face flushed, her fingers clenching into fists at her sides. "I am confident!" she snapped, her voice rising. "Jack, don't you dare fall asleep right now! You're not getting out of this that easily!"
I peeked one eye open, my lips curling into a smirk. "Oh, I'm not asleep," I admitted, my voice laced with teasing. "Just resting my eyes. You two are exhausting."
Yelena's smirk deepened, and she sauntered over to the bed, her hips swaying just enough to draw attention. "Maybe I should tuck him in," she purred, her fingers trailing over the edge of the blanket. "Make sure he's comfortable."
Claire's eyes blazed, and she quickly moved to stand between Yelena and the bed, her arms crossing over her chest. "Oh no, you don't," she said, her voice firm. "You've done enough already."
Yelena laughed, her hand dropping away as she stepped back, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Fine, fine," she said, raising her hands in mock surrender. "But don't blame me if he dreams about me instead of you."
Claire climbed onto the bed with a quiet confidence, the oversized shirt she wore riding up just enough to hint at what was underneath—nothing.
She slipped beneath the blanket, her body pressing close to mine, the warmth of her skin radiating against me. The scent of her shampoo and something uniquely her filled my senses, intoxicating and familiar.
Yelena, who had been watching with a mix of irritation and amusement, let out a mocking scoff. "You shameless woman," she said, rolling her eyes but unable to hide the smirk playing at her lips.
Claire ignored her, her arms wrapping tightly around me, her voice soft but insistent. "Tell me who is better—me or Yelena," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. "And don't you dare lie."
I chuckled, my hand sliding down to rest on her hip, my fingers brushing against the bare skin beneath the shirt. "That's not a fair question," I murmured, my voice low and teasing.
Claire pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes searching mine. "Why not?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and challenge.
"Because you're both different," I said, my thumb tracing slow circles on her skin. "And I don't compare."
Claire's lips parted slightly, her expression softening. "Jack..." she whispered, her voice trembling just slightly.
I leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You're perfect in your own way," I murmured. "And so is Yelena."
Claire let out a soft sigh, her body melting against mine as she nestled closer. "You always know just what to say," she whispered, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt, her breath warm against my chest. The oversized shirt she wore had ridden up slightly, the warmth of her bare skin pressing against me, making it impossible to focus on anything else.
Yelena, who had been listening with a mix of annoyance and something far softer, let out an exaggerated sigh. "Ugh, you two are disgusting," she muttered, though there was no real bite in her voice. Instead, she turned away, her expression unreadable as she moved toward the bed.
The motel room only had one bed.
The towel slipped from Yelena's fingers with a quiet rustle, the sound barely audible over the hum of the motel's old air conditioner. I couldn't see her—she was behind me, and Claire's body was pressed against my front—but I didn't need to. The way Claire's breath hitched, the way her eyes widened just slightly, the flush creeping up her neck—it told me everything.
Yelena moved, the mattress dipping as she settled in beside me, her bare skin brushing against my back. The heat of her radiated through the thin fabric of my shirt, her breath shallow, uneven.
Claire's hands flew up, covering my eyes before I could even think of turning. "Jack, don't you dare look back," she hissed, her voice sharp with warning.
Then she whirled on Yelena, her voice rising. "Yelena, what the fuck are you up to?!" she snapped, her fingers already grabbing the spare blanket from the foot of the bed and yanking it over Yelena with more force than necessary.
Yelena didn't resist. She just lay there, her voice trembling as she glared up at Claire. "Why do you get to occupy Jack all to yourself?" she demanded, her words raw, her voice cracking like she was fighting back tears. "Don't I like him too?"
Claire froze, the blanket still clutched in her hands. "What the fuck are you talking about?" she shot back, her voice a mix of confusion and frustration.
Yelena's breath hitched, her fingers curling into the blanket Claire had just thrown over her. "You think I don't see it?" she said, her voice trembling. "You get to be open with him. You get to touch him, kiss him, claim him—like it's nothing. Like you don't even have to think about it. But me?" Her voice broke, just for a second. "I have to hide. I have to wait. I have to—"
"Yelena—" Claire started, her voice softer now, but Yelena cut her off, her voice sharp with pain.
"I love him too," she whispered, her words raw, her fingers digging into the fabric like she was trying to ground herself. "And I'm tired of pretending I don't."
The room fell silent.
Claire's grip on the blanket loosened, her expression shifting from anger to something far more complicated—guilt, maybe. Or understanding. She glanced at me, her eyes searching mine, before turning back to Yelena.
"You..." she started, then stopped, her voice unsteady. "You never said anything."
Yelena let out a shaky laugh, her eyes glistening. "When was I supposed to?" she snapped, her voice bitter. "When you were too busy marking him as yours? When you were too busy acting like I didn't exist?"
Claire's face paled. "Yelena, I—"
"Just forget it," Yelena muttered, turning away, her voice muffled by the blanket.
Claire's fingers tightened around the edge of the blanket as she pulled it away, her eyes searching mine with a mix of shock and hurt. "Did you know about it?" she asked, her voice trembling, her breath hitching as she waited for my answer.
I didn't look away. I didn't hesitate.
I nodded.
Claire's expression faltered, her lips parting slightly as she processed my admission. "And you didn't say anything?" she whispered, her voice breaking just slightly, her fingers tightening around the blanket.
I looked at her, my voice quiet but honest. "What was I supposed to say?" I replied, my voice rough. "I just like her."
Claire's eyes flickered with a mix of hurt and confusion. "What about me?" she asked, her voice suddenly indifferent, almost cold. "Are you playing with me?"
Without hesitation, I sat up and turned to face her fully. My hand came down hard on her ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Claire let out a surprised gasp, "Ah!" but before she could react, I pulled her into a tight hug, her body pressing against mine. She could hear my heartbeat, steady and strong beneath her ear.
"Don't you know," I murmured, my voice low and filled with emotion, "that I love you?"
Claire's breath hitched, her body relaxing against mine as my words sank in, but her voice was still trembling with emotion. "Jack..." she whispered, her fingers tightening in my shirt. Then, her voice turned sharper, her gaze flicking toward Yelena, who was still half-hidden beneath the blanket, her face glistening with tears.
"Yelena, tell me?" Claire demanded, her voice breaking. "When did you fall in love with her?" She turned on Yelena, her voice rising. "And you—don't you know he's my boyfriend? Why are you still after him?"
Yelena peeked her head out, her face streaked with tears, her eyes red and raw. "I... don't know," she admitted, her voice trembling.
"To tell you the truth, when I first met him... I kind of liked teasing him. Playing jokes on him... like I do with you." She swallowed hard, her fingers twisting in the blanket. "But when I found out he was your boyfriend... I just couldn't bring myself to say anything."
Her voice cracked, and she looked down, her shoulders shaking. "Then I thought... in that building... if I died with your enemies, maybe I wouldn't have to face this feeling of being alone anymore. And you'd be happy with Jack afterward..."
Claire's fingers trembled as she reached for Yelena, her voice breaking with raw emotion. "You fool..." she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "You could have died..."
Yelena's breath hitched, her body shaking as she buried her face in her hands. "I know," she sobbed, her voice muffled. "But I didn't care anymore. I just wanted the pain to stop."
I clenched my fists, my voice tight with a sudden, sharp ache. "Yelena..." My breath came out ragged, like the words were being torn from me.
"Do you have any idea what that would have done to us?" My voice cracked, my hand pressing against my chest as if I could physically push down the agony rising inside me. "If we'd lost you—" I cut myself off, my throat tightening. "I can't even think about it."
Yelena's breath hitched, her tears falling faster. "But when Jack came to save me... even though I told him not to..." Her voice was raw, her fingers clenching into fists. "Do you know what it felt like? Seeing him work so hard to pull me out of the debris... thinking we were gonna die... but he saved me."
She looked up, her eyes meeting Claire's, her voice breaking. "So I couldn't control myself... Even if you hate me... or want to kill me... I'm ready to take any punishment. But don't blame Jack. It's all my fault." She looked away, her voice barely a whisper. "I just... I felt jealous when I saw you with him..."
I didn't hesitate.
I reached out and pulled Yelena into my arms, her body trembling against mine. I looked at Claire, my voice steady but filled with emotion. "Claire, tell me the truth," I said, my grip tightening around Yelena.
"Can I not fall in love with her... if she does these things for you and me?" My voice was rough, my heart pounding. "How can I abandon her? I can't live with myself if I push her away."
Claire's breath hitched, her tears spilling over as she looked between us. For a long moment, she was silent, her fingers pressing against her lips as if trying to hold back the flood of emotions. Then, slowly, she reached out, her hand touching Yelena's shoulder.
"You idiot," Claire whispered, her voice trembling but soft. She looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and understanding. "Jack... I could never blame you for loving someone who loves you like that." Her voice broke, but she forced the words out. "I was just... scared. Scared of losing you. Scared of not being enough."
Yelena's breath trembled, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. "Claire..." she whispered, her voice raw.
Claire's hand slid down to twine her fingers with Yelena's. "But I can't be selfish," she said, her voice steadying.
"Not when it means hurting you. Not when it means hurting him," Claire whispered, her voice trembling as she looked at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I love you, Jack. And if she loves you too... then I won't stand in the way."
Yelena's breath hitched, her tears falling faster as she stared at Claire, her voice filled with disbelief. "Claire..." she whispered, her fingers trembling as she reached out, almost like she was afraid this moment wasn't real.
I couldn't take it anymore.
"Okay," I said, my voice firm but gentle, cutting through the emotional tension. "Stop crying, both of you." I pulled them closer, my hands cupping their faces as I pressed a kiss to Claire's lips, then Yelena's, leaving them both breathless and panting.
Claire blinked, her cheeks flushed as she caught her breath. "It's cheap for you," she murmured, though there was no real bite in her words, just a hint of teasing.
I smirked, my thumb brushing over her lower lip. "I promise to love and protect both of you," I said, my voice deep and sincere. "And never let you suffer. No matter what you want, I will get it for you."
Yelena's eyes widened, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. "Why are you getting so serious?" she asked, her voice soft but curious, like she was trying to hide how much my words affected her.
I looked between them, my expression softening. "Because I love both of you," I said simply, my voice leaving no room for doubt.
The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of my words settling over us like a warm, unshakable promise. Claire's fingers tightened around mine, her eyes shimmering with emotion, her breath still unsteady. Yelena's gaze was locked onto me, wide and vulnerable, like she was seeing me—and this moment—for the first time.
Then, without warning, Yelena lunged forward, her lips crashing against mine with a fierce, desperate hunger. The blanket slipped away completely, pooling at her feet, leaving her bare and unashamed as she straddled me, her body pressing against mine. The heat of her skin was intoxicating, her fingers tangling in my hair as she deepened the kiss, her breath ragged.
Claire's gasp filled the room. "You shameless bitch!" she yelled, her face flushing crimson as she glared at Yelena.
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, the air crackling with a mix of competition, desire, and something far more dangerous—jealousy. Yelena pulled back just enough to smirk, her cheeks flushed but her eyes defiant, her fingers still tangled in my hair. "Hmm?" she purred, her voice dripping with teasing confidence. "What? I'm just kissing my boyfriend." She stuck her tongue out at Claire, her expression a mix of mischief and triumph.
Claire's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp with frustration. "How can this be?!" she snapped, her fingers gripping Yelena's arm. "Even if we're together, I will be your senior! I came first! Get away from him!" She yanked at Yelena, but Yelena only tightened her grip around my neck, her breasts pressing against my face as she refused to budge.
"I—I can't breathe," I managed to choke out, my voice muffled against Yelena's soft skin. The warmth of her body was intoxicating, but the lack of oxygen was becoming a real issue.
Both Claire and Yelena froze, their eyes snapping to me—only to find my face buried in Yelena's chest. Yelena let out a choked laugh, quickly pulling back, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. "Oops," she giggled, her voice unapologetic, though her eyes sparkled with amusement.
Claire's eyes blazed, her hands planting on her hips. "Why do I feel like you're enjoying this?!" she demanded, her voice sharp.
Yelena smirked, her fingers tracing idle circles on my chest. "Hmm... how can he not enjoy it?" she teased, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Mine are bigger than yours."
Claire's face twisted in indignation. "Oh, really?!" she shot back, her voice rising. Without hesitation, she grabbed the hem of her oversized t-shirt and yanked it off, her bare chest pressing forward as she compared herself to Yelena. "Tell me, Jack," she demanded, her voice sharp. "Whose are bigger?"
I couldn't help but let out a slow, cunning smile, my eyes flicking between them with a mix of amusement and something far more primitive. "Well," I drawled, my voice rough with teasing intent. "If we're going to settle this properly, I think I need to measure them."
Claire's eyes widened, her hands instinctively covering her chest. "Jack!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and curiosity.
Yelena's smirk deepened, her fingers playing with the ends of her hair. "Oh? And how do you plan to do that?" she asked, her voice laced with challenge.
I leaned back slightly, my hands hovering just above their chests, my fingers flexing with anticipation. "First, I'll need to weigh them," I said, my voice a dark promise. "To get an accurate comparison." My hands moved slowly, cupping Claire's breasts first, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, feeling the weight and fullness of them. Claire let out a soft gasp, her breath hitching as I squeezed gently, my fingers exploring the softness.
"Mmm, not bad," I murmured, my voice low and appreciative. Then, I turned to Yelena, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts, my thumbs circling her nipples in the same teasing manner. Yelena let out a breathy moan, her body arching slightly into my touch. "But yours are definitely heavier," I admitted, my voice rough with approval.
Claire's eyes narrowed, but there was a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. "That's not fair! You're just saying that!" she protested, though her voice lacked its usual sharpness.
I chuckled, my hands still cupping Yelena's breasts, my thumbs brushing over her skin. "No, no, I need to be thorough," I said, my voice teasing. "Now, let's check the size." My hands moved to measure the circumference of each breast, my fingers tracing the curves, feeling the fullness.
Claire's breath hitched as I turned back to her, my hands measuring her in the same way. "Hmmmm... don't," she whispered, her voice breathless, though her eyes gleamed with amusement.
"Mmm, I know," I murmured, my voice rough with satisfaction. "But you love it."
Yelena let out a low, triumphant laugh, her fingers brushing against Claire's shoulder. "Admit it," she purred, her voice teasing. "I win."
Claire scoffed, though her lips curled into a reluctant smile. "Oh, please," she snapped, her voice rising. "You're just bigger, not better."
I groaned, my hands instinctively pulling them both closer, my voice rough with amusement. "You're both perfect," I murmured, my lips brushing against Claire's temple before turning to press a kiss to Yelena's shoulder. "And I'm the luckiest man alive."
Yelena's hand slid down over the blanket, her fingers brushing against the obvious bulge. "What is that poking me...?" she asked, her voice teasing at first—but then her eyes widened as she realized exactly what it was. Her fingers froze, her breath hitching as she glanced up at me, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.
I let out a rough groan, my voice rough with amusement and something far more primal. "You two are really something," I muttered, my hands suddenly gripping their waists as I flipped them both onto the bed, pinning them beneath me. "I think you both need to be punished."
Yelena let out a surprised gasp as she landed on the mattress, her body sprawled out beneath me. "Don't—I was just kidding!" she protested, though her voice lacked its usual defiance, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Claire, now pressed against the bed beside her, let out a breathless laugh, her fingers curling into the sheets. "Jack, you—!"
But then my breath caught in my throat.
I hovered over them, my gaze locked on the sight of their bodies—completely bare, completely theirs. My breath hitched as I took in the dense, dark curls between their thighs, untamed and natural, a stark contrast to the smoothness of their skin.
Claire and Yelena's hands shot down simultaneously, their fingers pressing tightly over themselves, their faces burning with embarrassment.
"D-Don't look!" Claire stammered, her voice trembling as she tried to cover herself, her cheeks flushed crimson. "Jack, it's—it's embarrassing!" Her fingers trembled, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. "You—you despise us, don't you? For being like this..."
Yelena's breath hitched, her own hand pressed firmly between her legs, her voice shaking. "Y-You must think we're disgusting," she whispered, her eyes darting away, her body tensing beneath me. "We should've—should've shaved or something—"
I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully at the sight of them—so vulnerable, so real. "Despise you?" I murmured, my voice rough with disbelief.
"How the fuck could I despise you?" My hands slid down, gently prying their fingers away from their bodies, my touch firm but tender. "You're mine," I growled, my voice dark with possession. "Every single part of you."
Claire's breath hitched as my fingers brushed against her thigh, her body trembling. "B-But—" she whispered, her voice breaking, her eyes wide with a mix of shame and need.
"No buts," I murmured, my voice a low, dark promise. "You're perfect."
Yelena's lips parted, her breath coming faster as my other hand slid down to her thigh, my thumb brushing dangerously close to where she was still trying to hide. "Jack, we—we're messy," she whispered, her voice trembling, her fingers still trying to cover herself. "We're not like the girls you're used to—"
"I don't want the girls I'm used to," I cut her off, my voice rough with honesty. "I want you. Both of you. Exactly like this."
Claire let out a shaky breath, her hand finally falling away as my fingers traced the curls between her thighs, her body arching slightly into my touch. "J-Jack..." she whispered, her voice a mix of embarrassment and desire.
Yelena's breath trembled as my other hand did the same to her, her fingers curling into the sheets. "W-We're naughty," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Aren't we?"
I groaned, my control snapping.
"Fuck, you're mine," I growled, my voice rough with need as I lowered my head between them, my lips pressing against Claire's pussy first. The moment my tongue slid through her folds, she let out a broken, breathy "Ahhh~!", her fingers tangling in my hair, her body jerking beneath me.
"J-Jack! N-No, it's dirty—!" Claire gasped, her voice trembling, but her hips betrayed her, pressing up against my mouth as I licked her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her.
"Mmm, so fucking tasty," I murmured against her skin before moving to Yelena, my tongue dragging through her curls, finding her slick and ready. She let out a choked "Nnnh~!", her body trembling as I lapped at her, her fingers gripping the sheets like she was trying to anchor herself.
"H-How can you—ah!—How can you like this?!" Yelena whimpered, her voice breaking as I circled her clit with my tongue, her hips bucking involuntarily.
I pulled back just enough to growl against their skin, "How can I despise such a tasty, naughty pussy?" My voice was rough, my breath hot against them. "It's mine. And I love it."
Claire's breath hitched, her body shuddering as I went back to her, my tongue delving deeper, her moans growing louder, more desperate. "Ahhh~! J-Jack, it's too much—!" she cried, her fingers tightening in my hair, her thighs trembling around my head.
Yelena's breath came in ragged gasps as I switched back to her, my tongue flicking over her clit, her body arching off the bed. "Nnnh~! S-Stop, it's embarrassing—!" she whimpered, but her hands were no longer covering herself—they were gripping my shoulders, pulling me closer.
"No," I growled, my voice muffled against her. "Never stopping."
Claire's moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath me as I brought her to the edge, her voice breaking. "I-I can't—ahhh!—Jack, I'm coming—!" Her back arched, her orgasm crashing over her as I lapped up every drop of her release, my name a broken whisper on her lips.
Yelena's breath was ragged, her body trembling as I turned my full attention to her, my tongue working her into a frenzy. "Nnnh~! J-Jack, I—I can't—!" she gasped, her fingers digging into my skin as her own climax hit her, her voice a desperate, breathless "Ahhh~!"
I could feel Yelena trembling on the edge, her body coiled tight with need, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. If I didn't stop, she'd cum right then and there—hard.
So I pulled back, my lips glistening with her arousal, leaving her panting and aching. Her eyes snapped to mine, wide with frustration, like she was blaming me for denying her that release. But then her gaze flickered to Claire, and her cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed red.
Claire, still breathless from her own climax, met Yelena's eyes—and her face burned just as fiercely. The air between them crackled with something new, something raw—a mix of shame, desire, and the unspoken understanding that they'd just been seen in the most intimate way possible.
My hand didn't stop moving.
My fingers traced slow, deliberate paths through the dense curls between their thighs, teasing them both. Claire's breath hitched as I brushed against her, her body arching slightly into my touch, her fingers clutching at the sheets.
Yelena bit her lip, her thighs trembling as my fingers explored her next, her breath coming in short, needy gasps, her body already flushed with anticipation.
Then, Yelena suddenly fixed me with a look—her eyes gleaming with mischief and determination. "Why are you still in clothes?" she pouted, her voice dripping with faux indignation.
"It's not fair." She turned to Claire, her expression shifting to something conspiratorial. "Claire, help me deal with him... How can we be bullied by him like this?" Her voice took on a dramatic edge. "Let's show him the power of our sisterhood."
Before I could react, Yelena pushed me back against the bed, her fingers deftly tugging at my shirt, pulling it over my head with Claire's help. Their hands moved in unison, their touches sending shivers down my spine as they slowly, teasingly removed my pants.
My cock sprang free, throbbing and hard between them, the cool air of the room doing nothing to temper the heat of their gazes.
Claire's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she stared. "It's... so... big," she whispered, her voice a mix of shock and awe, her fingers hovering just above my length like she wasn't sure if she should touch it or run.
Yelena let out a low, impressed hum, her fingers curling around my shaft, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "Claire, look at you," she teased, her voice breathy. "You're staring as if you've never seen one before."
Claire's face flushed, but she didn't look away. "I.. I just... didn't expect it to be this..." she stammered, her fingers finally brushing against me, her touch hesitant but curious.
I groaned, my cock twitching under their combined attention, my breath coming faster. "You two are dangerous," I murmured, my voice rough with need.
Yelena smirked, her grip tightening slightly as she stroked me, her thumb brushing over the tip. "Good," she purred, her voice dark with promise. "Now it's our turn to tease you."
Claire bit her lip, her fingers joining Yelena's, her touch tentative but growing bolder as she explored me. "Y-You're right," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Let's show him what happens when he underestimates us."
Yelena's laugh was low and throaty, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles around the base of my cock. "Oh, we will," she promised, her eyes locking onto mine with a challenge.
Yelena's fingers tightened around my shaft, her grip possessive, her eyes dark with a hunger that sent a jolt through me. "Look at him, Claire," she purred, her voice dripping with ownership as she stroked me slowly, her thumb swirling over the tip. "He's ours now." Her other hand slid up to grip my jaw, forcing me to meet her gaze. "And I'm not sharing nicely."
Claire's breath hitched, her fingers pausing mid-air as she watched Yelena claim me so boldly. A flicker of something raw—jealousy—flashed in her eyes. "Y-Yelena, don't act as if you own him—" she started, her voice sharp, but Yelena cut her off with a low, mocking laugh.
"Oh, but I do," Yelena taunted, her voice a dark purr as she leaned in, her lips brushing against my collarbone.
"Watch how I take care of our man, Claire. Maybe you'll learn something." With that, she lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip of my cock before her lips wrapped around me, taking me deep in one slow, deliberate motion.
Claire's face burned, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. "Y-You—!" she stammered, her voice trembling with frustration. "I can do that better than you!"
Yelena pulled back just enough to smirk up at her, her lips glistening. "Prove it," she challenged, her voice a breathy taunt before she took me in her mouth again, her tongue swirling around the head. "Mmm~ You can't even take him deep, can you?" she murmured, her words vibrating against my skin as she sank down further, her throat fluttering around me.
Claire's breath came faster, her jealousy flaring as she watched Yelena's lips stretch around me, her movements slow and teasing. "I can!" Claire snapped, her voice sharp as she pushed Yelena's shoulder. "Move! It's my turn!"
Yelena let out a low, amused hum, finally releasing me with a wet pop. "Fine," she purred, her voice dripping with challenge as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "But don't cry when you can't handle him."
Claire didn't hesitate. She replaced Yelena in an instant, her fingers wrapping around the base of my cock as she lowered her head, her lips parting to take me in. But the moment she tried to sink down, her eyes watered, her breath hitching as she struggled to take more than half. "Nnnh—!" she gasped, pulling back with a frustrated whimper. "It's—it's too big!"
Yelena let out a triumphant laugh, her fingers tangling in Claire's hair as she leaned in, her voice a dark tease. "Told you," she murmured, her breath hot against Claire's ear. "You can't take him as I can."
Without warning, she pushed Claire's head aside and took me back into her mouth, her throat opening as she sank down until her lips met her fingers at the base. "Mmm~ See?" she murmured, her voice muffled as she pulled back up, her lips glistening.
Claire's face burned with humiliation, her fingers digging into the sheets. "Y-You cheated!" she protested, her voice trembling.
Yelena smirked, her hand still stroking me as she licked her lips. "Maybe I did," she admitted, her voice a purr. "But right now? He's mine." She lowered her head again, her tongue swirling around the tip before she took me deep, her throat fluttering as she swallowed around me.
Claire's breath hitched, her jealousy boiling over as she watched Yelena's lips stretch around my cock, her movements confident and slow. "N-No! I won't lose to you!" she declared, her voice sharp as she grabbed Yelena's hair, yanking her back. "My turn!"
Yelena let out a breathless laugh, her eyes gleaming with challenge as she released me. "Go ahead," she taunted, her voice dark with amusement. "But don't choke."
Claire glared at her before lowering her head again, her lips wrapping around me as she forced herself to take more, her throat struggling. "Ngh—mmph!" she gagged, her eyes watering as she pulled back, coughing slightly. "It's—it's not fair!" she gasped, her voice frustrated.
I groaned, my cock throbbing as I watched them compete, their jealousy and desire making the moment even hotter. "Fuck, you're both driving me crazy," I muttered, my voice rough with need.
Yelena smirked, her fingers sliding into Claire's hair as she leaned in, her voice a dark whisper. "Then let's both take care of him," she purred, her lips brushing against Claire's ear. "Together."
Claire's breath hitched, her jealousy warring with the heat of Yelena's suggestion. "F-Fine," she whispered, her voice trembling. "But I'm not losing."
Yelena's laugh was low and throaty as she pressed her lips to mine again, her tongue swirling around the tip before she pulled back, her eyes locking onto Claire's. "Then prove it," she challenged, her voice dark with promise as she guided Claire's head back down with her own.
The sight of their lips meeting around my cock, their tongues swirling together in a heated, desperate dance, sent a jolt of pleasure straight through me.
The wet heat of their mouths, the way their breaths mingled as they took me in unison—it was almost too much. My fingers tangled in their hair, my hips twitching involuntarily as they worked together, their jealousy and competition melting into something far more intimate.
Then, Yelena pulled back just enough to smirk up at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Claire," she purred, her voice dark with suggestion, "let's give him something else to think about." Without waiting for a response, she pressed her body against Claire's, their breasts crushing together as their nipples brushed against each other. My cock was sandwiched between them, the softness of their flesh pressing against me from both sides.
"Nnnh~!" I gasped, my breath hitching as the sensation overwhelmed me. The heat of their skin, the way their bodies molded together around me—it was too much.
Yelena let out a low, throaty laugh, her fingers tracing circles around Claire's nipples before pressing them together, trapping my cock between their breasts. "What's wrong, Jack?" she taunted, her voice dripping with amusement.
"Can't hold back anymore?" She rocked her body slightly, the friction of their skin against my cock making my hips jerk.
Claire's breath hitched, her fingers digging into Yelena's shoulders as she caught on, her own competitive fire flaring. "Y-You're cheating!" she gasped, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she arched her back, pressing her breasts even tighter against Yelena's, their combined softness enveloping me completely.
"Mmm, no, Claire," Yelena murmured, her voice a dark tease as she looked down at me, her eyes locked onto mine. "This is just teamwork." She rocked her hips again, the movement sending another jolt of pleasure through me.
"Fuck—!" I groaned, my fingers tightening in their hair as my cock throbbed between them, the sensation of their skin, their warmth, their ownership of me pushing me dangerously close to the edge.
Yelena's smirk deepened, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Then cum for us, Jack," she purred, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip of my cock as it peeked out from between their breasts. "Show us how much you love this."
Claire's breath came faster, her own voice trembling with need. "Y-Yes," she whispered, her fingers sliding down to join Yelena's, their hands working together to stroke the base of my cock as their breasts squeezed around me. "Cum for us."
The moment my cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum erupted between their crushed tits, painting them in sticky, white heat. "Fuck—ahhh—!" I groaned, my hips jerking as I emptied myself between them, my release splattering their skin, dripping down their stomachs, marking them as mine.
"Ah—!" Claire gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the warmth of my release splashing against her skin, her fingers digging into Yelena's shoulders.
Yelena let out a breathless "Mmm~!", her body arching slightly as my cum painted them both, dripping between their breasts and pooling in the valley they'd created. "S-So much," she murmured, her voice thick with surprise and something far more satisfied as she watched my cum spill over their skin.
As they finally separated, their chests glistened with my release, thick ropes of cum dripping down their stomachs, their nipples pebbled and flushed. Claire's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her fingers trembling as she looked down at herself—covered in me. "J-Jack..." she whispered, her voice a mix of shock and awe, her cheeks burning.
Then their gazes dropped to my cock—still hard, still throbbing, if anything even bigger than before, glistening with the remnants of my release.
"It's..." Yelena breathed, her eyes widening as she took in the sight, her fingers twitching like she wanted to reach out but wasn't sure if she should. "Even bigger than before..."
Claire's breath hitched, her own eyes locked onto me, her voice trembling. "H-How is that even possible?" she whispered, her fingers finally brushing against her cum-slicked skin, her touch hesitant.
I let out a rough, satisfied groan, my cock twitching at their reactions. "Because you two are fucking perfect," I growled, my voice dark with possession. "And I'm far from done with you."
Yelena's lips curled into a smirk, her fingers finally sliding down to trace through the cum on her stomach, her voice a dark purr. "Then let's see how much more you can take," she challenged, her eyes locking onto mine with a hunger that made my cock pulse.
I looked down at Yelena, her fingers still wrapped around my cock, her eyes dark with hunger. Without a word, I gripped her wrists and flipped her onto her back, her body bouncing slightly on the bed. She let out a surprised gasp, her legs spreading instinctively, her pussy glistening and swollen, her pubic hair damp with arousal.
Claire's arms wrapped around me from behind, her tits pressing against my back as she hugged me tightly. "Don't forget about me," she whispered, her voice a mix of need and jealousy, her fingers tracing down my chest.
I smirked, grabbing Claire's hips and lifting her effortlessly, then pressing her down on top of Yelena. The sudden weight made both of them gasp, their faces just inches apart, their breath mingling. "W-What are you—?" Claire started, but her words died in her throat as she felt Yelena's body beneath her, their breasts crushing together, their skin slick with sweat and cum.
"Jack—!" Yelena breathed, her eyes wide as she stared up at Claire, their faces so close their lips nearly brushed.
I didn't give them time to think.
My hands slid down, gripping Claire's ass and pressing her down harder, spreading her thighs wider. The sight of their pussies pressed together—two perfect, glistening flowers surrounded by dense, dark curls—made my cock throb painfully. "Fuck," I groaned, my voice rough as I guided my cock between them, the head pressing against their combined heat.
"Nnnh—!" Claire gasped, her body jerking as she felt me slide between their folds, her fingers digging into Yelena's shoulders.
"Ahhn~!" Yelena moaned, her back arching as she felt my cock rubbing against her clit, her hips rolling up to meet me. "Jack..." she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "I want to go first..." Her fingers tangled in Claire's hair, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "I'll always be ahead of Claire... and be her elder sister..."
Claire's face flushed, her jealousy flaring. "Y-You bitch!" she snapped, but she didn't back down. Instead, she reached behind herself, her fingers spreading her ass cheeks wide, revealing not just her dripping pussy but her tight, puckered asshole. "Then take me too!" she challenged, her voice sharp but breathless. "See if you can handle us both!"
"J-Jack..." Yelena whimpered, her voice trembling as she stared up at Claire, her cheeks flushed crimson. "I-I can feel you... b-both of you..." Her fingers twitched at her sides, her pussy already swollen and glistening, her thick pubic hair damp with arousal. "Y-Your cock is right there... p-pressing against us..."
Claire's breath hitched, her body tensing as she felt Yelena's warmth beneath her, their most intimate places crushed together. "Y-Yelena..." she stammered, her voice barely a whisper, her cheeks burning with shame and desire.
"Y-You can feel how wet I am... c-can't you?" Her fingers dug into the sheets, her pussy throbbing, her curls sticky with her own arousal. "I-I'm d-dripping... a-all over you..."
Yelena's lips parted, her breath shuddering as she felt Claire's slickness against her own. "Y-Yes..." she admitted, her voice trembling. "I-I can feel how hot and slippery you are..." Her fingers finally moved, sliding up to brush against Claire's waist, her touch hesitant but hungry. "Y-Your pussy is so wet... i-it's all over me..."
I groaned, my cock twitching violently as I watched them, their pussies pressed together—two perfect, glistening slits, surrounded by thick, dark curls, their lips swollen and desperate for touch.
"Fuck, you're so fucking dirty," I growled, my voice rough as I guided my cock between their folds, the head pressing against both their clits. "Look at you... both of you... p-pussies pressed together like this..." My thumb brushed against their combined wetness, smearing their arousal over their clits, making them both gasp.
"Ahhn—!" Claire moaned, her body jerking as she felt my cock slide against her, her fingers digging into Yelena's shoulders.
"J-Jack, it's—it's too much..." she whimpered, but her hips rolled instinctively, grinding her pussy against Yelena's, their curls tangling together, their clits brushing in a filthy, wet kiss.
"Nnnh~!" Yelena cried out, her back arching as she felt Claire's slickness against her own, their arousal mixing, dripping between them. "C-Claire... y-you're so fucking wet..." she gasped, her fingers sliding down to grip Claire's hips, pulling her closer, their pussies mashing together in an obscene, sticky mess. "I-I can feel your clit... r-rubbing against mine..."
Claire's breath came faster, her body trembling as she felt Yelena's touch, her pussy throbbing with need. "Y-You're just as wet..." she admitted, her voice barely audible, her cheeks burning with shame and lust. "Y-Your pussy is so hot... i-it's burning me..."
"Y-You're so fucking bold..." Yelena's fingers slid down, pressing against Claire's pussy, her touch gentle but claiming. "I-I can feel how desperate you are... y-your pussy is throbbing..."
I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully as I watched them, their bodies pressed together, their pussies glistening, their arousal dripping down their thighs. "Fuck, you're both mine," I growled, my voice rough with possession. "And I'm gonna fuck you both until you scream."
Yelena's lips curled into a filthy, determined smirk, her fingers sliding down to press against Claire's pussy, her touch possessive. "T-Then prove it," she whispered, her voice trembling but filled with need. "F-Fuck us hard... s-so we both know who's yours."
Claire let out a broken moan, her body trembling as she felt Yelena's fingers against her, her pussy throbbing with desire. "J-Jack... p-please..." she whimpered, her voice desperate, her hips rolling against Yelena's, their pussies grinding together in a wet, obscene rhythm. "I-I need you inside me... now!"
I couldn't hold back anymore.
With a rough, animalistic groan, I gripped their hips and thrust forward, my cock sliding between their slick folds, the friction making them both cry out. "You're mine," I snarled, my voice dark with possession. "Both of you. Always." My cock pulsed as I fucked the tight, wet space between their pussies, their clits rubbing together, their arousal coating me, dripping down my cock.
"Ahhn~! J-Jack—!" Claire gasped, her body jerking as she felt me slide between their folds, her fingers digging into Yelena's shoulders, her pussy throbbing, her clit grinding against Yelena's. "I-I can't—nnh—I can't take it... I-it's too good!"
"Nnnh~! F-Fuck, Claire—!" Yelena moaned, her hips rolling up to meet mine, her pussy grinding against Claire's, their wetness mixing, their clits rubbing together in a filthy, desperate rhythm. "Y-You're so tight... y-your pussy is squeezing mine..."
I groaned, my cock throbbing as I felt their combined heat, their slickness coating me, their bodies trembling with need. "Fuck, you're both so fucking tight," I growled, my voice rough with need.
"I'm gonna fuck you both until you cum all over me." My hips snapped forward, my cock sliding between their pussies, their clits grinding together, their arousal dripping down my cock.
"J-Jack—!" Claire cried out, her body trembling as she felt my cock slide between their folds, her pussy throbbing, her clit rubbing against Yelena's. "I-I'm cumming—ahhn! I-I can't stop—!"
"Mmm~! C-Cum with me, Claire—!" Yelena moaned, her hips rolling against Claire's, their pussies grinding together, their clits rubbing in a filthy, desperate rhythm. "L-Let him see us cum together...!"
I groaned, my cock pulsing as I felt their bodies tremble, their pussies clenching around nothing, their arousal dripping down my cock. "Fuck, cum for me," I growled, my voice dark with command. "Both of you. Now."
"Ahhn~! J-JACK—!" Claire screamed, her body jerking as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy throbbing, her cum dripping between their bodies, mixing with Yelena's.
Nnnh~! I-I'm cumming—!" Yelena cried out, her hips bucking wildly against Claire's, her pussy clenching around nothing but air, her cum spilling hot and thick between their pressed-together bodies.
Their arousal mixed in a filthy, glistening mess, dripping down their thighs, their clits still grinding together in desperate, shuddering waves. The sight of them—two trembling, cum-drenched sluts, their pussies swollen and dripping, their breaths ragged—made my cock throb painfully.
And I hadn't even fucked them yet.
My gaze dropped to Claire's ass—her cheeks still spread from her own bold display, her tight, puckered hole glistening with arousal, begging to be touched.
My thumb pressed against Claire's tight, puckered asshole, the skin there flushed and quivering under my touch. It was so fucking tight—untouched, virgin, the dark pink ring clenching instinctively as I circled it with my thumb, her muscles resisting before giving way to the pressure.
A thin sheen of sweat and arousal glistened around it, making it slick under my touch. "Fuck, look at this dirty little hole," I growled, my voice rough with filthy approval. "So tight... so untouched..." I pressed harder, my thumb breaching the first ring of muscle, and Claire's entire body jerked forward with a choked, surprised scream.
"N-NNNGH—!D-DON'T—!" Claire shrieked, her voice cracking as her ass clenched around my invading thumb, her fingers scrambling against Yelena's skin for purchase.
"I-IT'S DIRTY—! Y-YOU CAN'T JUST—AHHH!" Her protest dissolved into a broken, needy moan as I twisted my thumb inside her, stretching her just enough to make her whimper. A fresh gush of arousal dripped from her pussy, her body betraying her shame as her asshole fluttered around my thumb, her thighs trembling.
Yelena's breath hitched as she watched, her eyes dark with jealousy and filthy fascination. "C-Claire, you slut," she hissed, her voice dripping with envy as she reached out and pinched Claire's nipple hard between her fingers.
"L-Look at you, taking his thumb in your ass like a whore!" She twisted Claire's nipple, making her gasp, her other hand sliding down to press against Claire's pussy, feeling how wet she was. "Y-You're dripping," Yelena taunted, her voice dark with triumph. "A-All because he touched your dirty little hole—!"
"N-NNH—!STOP!" Claire cried out, her body arching between the dual sensations—my thumb stretching her asshole, Yelena's fingers twisting her nipple and pressing against her clit.
"I-I CAN'T—! IT'S TOO MUCH—!" But her hips rolled back, pushing her ass against my thumb, her shame melting into something far more filthy. Another gush of arousal spilled from her pussy, dripping down her thighs, her body trembling with the need to be filled.
"You love it," I snarled, my voice dark with possession as I twisted my thumb deeper, feeling her asshole clench around me. "Your dirty little asshole is begging for more." I spat on her again, the warm saliva dripping down her crack, mixing with her own arousal. "You're made for this, Claire. Made to be used."
"Y-YES—!AHHHN—!" Claire screamed, her body convulsing as I pressed my thumb in deeper, her asshole fluttering around me.
"I-I'M A SLUT—! A DIRTY SLUT FOR YOU—!" Her words dissolved into a broken, needy sob as I pulled my thumb out with a wet pop, leaving her hole gaping slightly, glistening and obscene.
Yelena's breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers still pinching Claire's nipple as she watched, her own pussy throbbing with neglected need. "Y-You bitch," she panted, her voice trembling with jealousy.
"T-Taking his attention first—!" Her free hand slid down to her own pussy, her fingers working her clit in frantic circles, her eyes locked onto where my thumb had just been. "I-I WANT IT TOO—!"
"You'll get it," I growled, my cock throbbing painfully as I watched them—Claire, trembling and used, her asshole still twitching from my thumb, and Yelena, desperate and jealous, her fingers frantic on her clit. "But right now—" I gripped my cock, slapping it against Claire's ass, the head pressing against her still-gaping hole. "—you're both gonna take what I give you."
"N-NO—!WAIT—!" Claire gasped, her body tensing as she realized what I was about to do. "N-NOT THERE—! I-I CAN'T—!"
But I didn't stop.
I pressed the head of my cock against her asshole, the tight ring of muscle resisting before giving way to the pressure. "You can," I snarled, my voice dark with filthy command. "And you will."
"NNNGH—!IT'S TOO BIG—!" Claire screamed, her body jerking as I pushed in, her asshole stretching obscenely around the head of my cock. "I-I CAN'T—!AHHH—!" Her fingers dug into Yelena's skin, her nails leaving red marks as she tried to brace herself, her pussy gushing with arousal despite her protests.
Yelena's eyes widened, her breath catching as she watched my cock sink into Claire's asshole, her own jealousy momentarily forgotten. "C-Claire—!" she gasped, her voice a mix of shock and awe. "Y-You're taking him in your ass—!" Her fingers worked her clit faster, her own pussy throbbing with need. "H-How does it feel?" she demanded, her voice trembling with filthy curiosity.
"Aaaahhh~! I-I can feel his cock trying to push inside..." Claire moaned, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure as the thick head of my cock pressed against her tight asshole.
"It's so hot... like a rod... Aaaaaah—!" Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her body arching as she tried to take more of me, her asshole fluttering around the tip.
"I-It's burning me... but I want it... I need it deeper—!" A fresh gush of arousal dripped from her pussy, her shame melting into something far more filthy as she pushed back against me, her asshole stretching obscenely.
Yelena's breath hitched, her eyes burning with jealousy as she watched Claire take me first. "J-Jack..." she whimpered, her voice trembling with a mix of pleading and frustration. "It's not fair..." Her fingers dug into Claire's hip, her nails leaving red marks as she tried to pull her away.
"W-Why should she get you first?!" Her own pussy throbbed, her arousal dripping down her thighs, her body trembling with need.
"I-I want it first..." Yelena begged, her voice cracking with desperation as she watched my cock disappear into Claire's tight asshole. Her fingers dug into her own dripping pussy, rubbing her clit in frantic, jealous circles.
"P-Please, Jack... I-I need you inside me—!" Her breath hitched as she worked herself harder, her thighs trembling, her arousal dripping down her fingers. "It's not fair—! She always gets you first—!"
I didn't answer with words.
Instead, I gripped Claire's hips and rammed my cock deep into her asshole in one brutal thrust.
"NNNGH—!FUCK—!" Claire screamed, her body jerking forward as the thick head of my cock breached her asshole, stretching her obscenely. "I-IT HURTS—! B-BUT IT'S SO GOOD—!" Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her knuckles white as she tried to brace herself, her asshole clenching around the intrusion.
"J-JACK, YOU BASTARD—! You're tearing me apart—!" But her hips rolled back, taking more of me, her shame melting into something far more filthy as her asshole fluttered around my cock.
"Mmm~ That's it," I groaned, my voice dark with satisfaction as I felt her tight ring of muscle give way, her asshole stretching to accommodate me. "Take it all, Claire," I commanded, my hips pressing forward, my cock sinking deeper into her forbidden hole. "Every fucking inch."
"A-AH—!IT'S TOO MUCH—!" Claire sobbed, her body trembling as I bottomed out, my balls pressing against her pussy, her asshole clenching around me like a vice. "I-I CAN'T—!AHHN—!" But her words dissolved into a broken moan as I pulled back slightly, then slammed into her again, my cock pistoning into her ass with brutal strokes.
"F-Fuck—!" I growled, my voice rough with pleasure as I felt her asshole milk me, her tightness nearly making me cum on the spot. "You're so fucking tight, Claire," I snarled, my hips snapping forward, my cock burying itself in her ass over and over. "Your dirty little asshole was made for this."
"N-NO—!AHHH—! I-I HATE IT—!" Claire cried out, but her body arched into my thrusts, her asshole clenching around my cock as if it never wanted to let go. "B-BUT I LOVE IT—! I-I'M A DIRTY SLUT FOR YOU—!" Her words dissolved into a needy sob as I fucked her ass, her body trembling with pleasure.
And then—it happened.
A sudden, sharp gasp tore from Claire's lips as her body convulsed, her muscles clenching uncontrollably. "N-NO—!J-JACK—!" she wailed, her face burning with humiliation as a hot, golden stream suddenly sprayed from between her thighs, splashing directly onto Yelena's chest.
"I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO—!AHHH—! I-I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MADE ME PISS—!" Her voice cracked with mortification, her cheeks flaming as she felt the warm stream continue to dribble between her legs, mixing with the cum and arousal already coating their skin.
Yelena's eyes widened in shock, her breath hitching as the unexpected warmth splashed against her tits. For a moment, she just stared—then a slow, wicked smirk spread across her face. "O-Oh my God, Claire," she purred, her voice dripping with dark amusement as she looked down at her cum-and-piss-slicked skin.
"D-Did you just... piss on me?" Her fingers traced through the warm mess, smearing it over her nipples before she suddenly pinched Claire's nipple hard, twisting it between her nails.
"W-What a filthy little pig you are," she taunted, her voice thick with mock outrage. "D-Did it feel good? L-Letting him fuck that tight little asshole until you lost control—?"
"NNNGH—!Y-YELENA, STOP—!" Claire whimpered, her body jerking as Yelena's fingers tormented her nipple, sending fresh waves of shame and pleasure through her.
"I-I DIDN'T WANT TO—! It's Jack's FAULT—! You MADE me so—ahhn—! So EXCITED—!" Her voice broke into a needy sob as Yelena's other hand slid down to press against her clit, rubbing it in rough, possessive circles.
"Mmm~ Such a good girl," Yelena cooed, her voice dark with filthy satisfaction as she felt Claire's body betray her. "N-Now admit it," she demanded, her fingers working Claire's clit harder. "Y-You loved it, didn't you? L-Letting him fuck that tight little asshole until you lost control—?"
"N-NO—I DIDN'T—!AHHN—!" Claire cried out, but her hips rolled back involuntarily, taking my cock deeper into her ass as Yelena's fingers worked her clit. "I-I HATE THIS—! It's EMBARRASSING—!" Yet her pussy gushed fresh arousal, dripping down her thighs, her asshole clenching around my cock like it never wanted to let go.
"L-Liar," Yelena hissed, her voice dripping with triumph as she pinched Claire's clit harder. "Y-Your body doesn't lie, Claire." She leaned in, her breath hot against Claire's ear. "L-Look at you... dripping for him... e-even after pissing yourself like a little bitch—." Her free hand slid down to Claire's pussy, her fingers gathering the fresh arousal before bringing them to Claire's lips. "T-Taste yourself," she commanded, her voice dark with dominance. "T-Taste how wet you are for him—."
"N-NO—!MMPH—!" Claire tried to protest, but Yelena's fingers forced their way between her lips, smearing her own arousal over Claire's tongue. "Mmm~ Good girl," Yelena purred as Claire's tongue instinctively flicked out, tasting herself. "S-See? Y-You love being his dirty little slut—."
"I-I HATE YOU—!" Claire sobbed, but her body arched into Yelena's touch, her asshole clenching around my cock as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. "B-BUT I CAN'T STOP—! It FEELS so GOOD—!" Her hips rolled back, taking me deeper, her shame melting into something far more filthy as her piss continued to dribble between her legs.
"Mmm~ That's right," Yelena murmured, her voice dark with satisfaction as she felt Claire's body surrender. "N-Now cum for me..." Her fingers worked Claire's clit faster, her other hand still pinching Claire's nipple. "S-So I can take him next—!"
"NNNH—!I'M CUMMING—!AHHH—!" Claire screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy flooding with fresh arousal, her asshole milking my cock.
"J-JACK—! Y-YELENA—! I-I LOVE YOU BOTH—!" Her cum spilled from her pussy, mixing with the piss still dripping from her, her body shaking with the force of her release.
I groaned, my cock throbbing as I felt her asshole clench around me, her tightness pushing me to the edge. "Fuck—" I snarled, my hips snapping forward as I buried myself deep and came, my release pumping into her ass in thick, hot spurts.
"Ahhn~! I-I FEEL IT—!" Claire gasped, her body shaking as she felt my cum fill her ass, her walls clenching around me like they never wanted to let go.
Yelena's breath was ragged, her fingers still working her clit as she watched me rail Claire, her own pussy throbbing with neglected need. "N-Now me," she demanded, her voice trembling with desperation.
"I-I NEED IT, JACK—! F-FUCK ME HARDER THAN HER—!" She grabbed my wrist, her nails digging into my skin. "P-PLEASE—! I-I CAN'T WAIT ANYMORE—!"
I pulled out of Claire's ass with a wet pop, my cock still rock-hard, glistening with her cum and mine—and now, the faint scent of her piss. "Turn over," I ordered Yelena, my voice a dark command. "On your hands and knees."
Yelena didn't hesitate. She pushed Claire from above her, and she flipped onto all fours, her ass in the air, her pussy already dripping, her pubic hair dark and damp with arousal. "F-FUCK ME RAW," she begged, her voice desperate. "M-MAKE ME FORGET HER—!"
Claire let out a broken whimper, her body collapsing onto the bed, her asshole still twitching from my cock, her cum and piss leaking onto the sheets. "N-NO—" she gasped, her voice weak but jealous. "D-DON'T LEAVE ME OUT—!" Her fingers slid down to touch herself again, her own arousal betraying her.
I smirked, gripping my cock and slapping it against Yelena's ass. "Don't worry," I growled. "You'll both get what you deserve."
And then I slammed into Yelena, my cock burying itself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
"NNNGH—!FUCK—!" Yelena screamed, her back arching, her pussy clenching around me like a fist. "Y-YES—!AHHHN—! J-JUST LIKE THAT—!"
Claire's eyes burned with jealousy, her fingers sliding down to touch herself again, her voice trembling. "I-I HATE YOU—" she whimpered, but her eyes never left us, her own arousal betraying her. "B-BUT I WANT IT TOO—!"
I gripped Yelena's hips, my cock pistoning into her with brutal, relentless strokes. "You love this," I growled, my voice dark with possession. "Getting fucked while Claire watches."
"Y-YES—!NNNH—!" Yelena sobbed, her pussy gushing around me, her cum dripping down her thighs, her body trembling with pleasure. "I-I LOVE IT—! P-PLEASE, NEVER STOP—!" Her voice was raw, desperate, her nails digging into the sheets as she took every brutal thrust.
Then, without warning, Claire's body convulsed as another orgasm ripped through her. "Ahhn~! J-Jack—!" she gasped, her breath ragged as she pushed herself up, her eyes locking onto Yelena's ass—still in the air, still trembling from my cock. With a wicked smirk, Claire reached out, her fingers spreading Yelena's ass cheeks wide, revealing her tight, puckered asshole, glistening with sweat and arousal.
"A-AAAH—!FUCK—!" Yelena yelped, her body jerking forward in surprise as Claire's fingers pressed against her asshole, the sudden touch making her clench. "C-CLAIRE—!WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Her voice was a mix of shock and embarrassment, her face flushing as she tried to twist away.
Claire didn't stop. Instead, she pulled her finger away from Yelena's asshole and brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply. "Mmm~" she hummed, her voice dripping with teasing amusement.
"I-It's so smelly..." She wrinkled her nose dramatically, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "H-Haven't you washed it?"
Yelena's face burned crimson, her body tensing as she realized Claire was deliberately humiliating her. "Y-YOU BITCH!" she snapped, her voice sharp with anger. "D-DON'T SPOUT NONSENSE—!" She tried to twist away, but Claire's grip on her ass was firm, her fingers still spreading her cheeks.
Claire just smirked, her finger still hovering near her nose. "B-But it is," she taunted, her voice sweet with false innocence. "J-Jack..." She turned to me, her eyes gleaming as she pressed her finger against my nose. "T-Tell her the truth—she's smelly and dirty—."
I inhaled the musky, earthy scent of Yelena's ass filling my nostrils. It was dirty—raw, unfiltered, the scent of a woman who'd been fucked senseless. But that only made it hotter.
I met Yelena's eyes over her shoulder, her face a mix of embarrassment and tearful frustration. "Hm," I murmured, my voice low and amused. "E-Even if it is smelly..." I reached out, my hand gripping Yelena's hip possessively. "S-So what? She's my woman."
Claire's smirk faltered. "W-What—?" she stammered, her plan backfiring as she realized I wasn't playing along. But then, her lips curled into a sly grin. "F-Fine," she huffed, her voice dripping with faux annoyance. "I-I'll just have to prove it another way—."
Before Yelena could react, Claire grabbed my cock—still slick with her own cum—and pulled it out of Yelena's pussy with a wet pop. "B-Bitch," she purred, her voice dark with challenge. "D-Didn't you want to compete with me?" Her fingers guided the head of my cock to Yelena's asshole, pressing it against the tight ring of muscle.
"C-CLAIRE—!STOP RIGHT NOW—!" Yelena gasped, her body tensing as she felt the thick head of my cock press against her forbidden hole. "I-I CAN'T—! It's TOO BIG—!" Her voice was a mix of panic and shame, her fingers scrambling against the sheets as she tried to pull away.
But Claire didn't stop.
With a wicked grin, she pushed.
"NNNGH—!FUCK—!" Yelena screamed as the head of my cock breached her asshole, her body lurching forward before her hips instinctively lifted, her ass in the air as my cock sank deeper inside her. "C-CLAIRE, YOU BITCH—!AHHH—!" Her voice dissolved into a broken moan, her asshole clenching around my cock, her body trembling with the forbidden stretch.
"Mmm~ There we go," Claire cooed, her voice dripping with triumph as she watched Yelena's asshole swallow my cock.
"N-Now who's the dirty one?" Her fingers slid down to Yelena's clit, rubbing it in rough, teasing circles. "T-Take it, Yelena," she taunted. "T-Take his cock in your ass like the slut you are—."
"I-I HATE YOU—!NNNH—!" Yelena sobbed, her body shaking as she felt my cock stretch her asshole, her shame melting into something far more filthy. "B-BUT IT FEELS—!AHHH—! S-SO GOOD—!" Her hips rolled back, taking me deeper, her asshole clenching around my cock like it never wanted to let go.
"Mmm~ That's right," I growled, my voice dark with approval as I felt Yelena's tight asshole milk me. "F-Fuck, you're so tight," I snarled, my hips snapping forward, my cock pistoning into her ass with brutal strokes. "Y-You love this, don't you? G-Getting fucked in the ass while Claire watches."
"Y-YES—!NNNH—!" Yelena sobbed, her pussy gushing fresh arousal, her cum dripping down her thighs. "I-I LOVE IT—! P-PLEASE, NEVER STOP—!"
Claire's breath came faster, her fingers still working Yelena's clit as she watched me rail her ass. "J-Jack," she whimpered, her voice trembling with jealousy. "I-I WANT IT TOO—!" Her free hand slid down to her own pussy, her fingers rubbing her clit in frantic circles.
"Y-You'll get it," I growled, my voice dark with promise. "B-But right now—" I gripped Yelena's hips, my cock burying itself in her ass. "—she's mine."
"Y-YOURS—!AHHH—!" Yelena screamed, her body convulsing as I fucked her ass, her cum spilling from her pussy, her asshole clenching around my cock. "J-JACK—! I-I LOVE YOU—!"
And I didn't stop.
"J-Jack... cum inside my asshole..." Yelena moaned, her voice thick with filthy need as she started rolling her hips back, slamming her ass against me with desperate, greedy force. "F-Fill it up... m-make me yours—!" Her asshole clenched around my cock deliberately, the tight ring of muscle squeezing me so hard I gasped, my breath hitching.
"F-Fuck—!" I snarled, my hand coming down on her ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing through the room.
The red handprint bloomed instantly on her skin, and Yelena let out a broken, needy moan—"Ahhn~!"—before a small, unexpected squirt of fluid sprayed from her pussy, splashing onto the sheets beneath her.
"J-Jack—!M-More—!" she begged, her voice trembling with pleasure as she ground her ass back against me, her asshole fluttering around my cock.
But then—
"N-NO." Claire's voice cut through the air, sharp with jealousy. Her hand shot out, gripping the base of my cock hard, her fingers squeezing tight enough to make me groan.
"Y-You're not allowed to cum inside her asshole," she snapped, her voice trembling with frustration.
"It's not fair... y-your first cum will be fine—!" Her other hand grabbed Yelena's hip, her nails digging in as she tried to pull her away.
"Y-YOU BITCH!" Yelena snarled, her voice dark with fury as she twisted to glare at Claire. "D-DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME—!" She tried to shake Claire off, but Claire's grip was iron, her fingers still wrapped around my cock, her eyes burning with possessive jealousy. "I-I WANT IT—! H-HE'S MINE TOO—!"
"N-NO, HE'S NOT!" Claire shot back, her voice sharp. "N-Not when you're trying to steal him—!" Her fingers tightened around my shaft, her thumb pressing against the base to stop me from thrusting. "Y-You always get him first—! N-Not this time—!"
"C-CLAIRE—!LET GO—!" Yelena growled, her hips still rolling back against me, her asshole clenching around my cock in desperate, needy pulses. "I-I WON'T—! H-HE'S CUMMING IN ME—!"
"L-Like hell he is—!" Claire hissed, her grip tightening as she yanked me back, my cock slipping out of Yelena's ass with a wet pop. "M-Mine first—!" She didn't wait—she spun around, pressing her own ass against me, her pussy already dripping, her fingers spreading herself open. "N-Now fuck me, Jack—! Fill me up—!"
"Y-YOU CUNT!" Yelena snarled, her body trembling with frustration as she watched Claire take my cock, her asshole still twitching from the loss. "I-I HATE YOU—!" Her fingers flew to her own pussy, rubbing her clit in frantic, jealous circles. "H-HE WAS MINE—!"
"Fuck, he's mine, you slut!" Claire whined, her voice dripping with need, her cunt already soaked and dripping down her thighs as she tried to shove my cock inside her. "Jack—fucking take me—! I need your dick now!" Her fingers clawed at my hips, her body trembling like a desperate whore, her pussy clenching at nothing, begging to be filled.
But before I could slam into her—
"Like hell, bitch!" Yelena snarled, her voice thick with jealousy. Her hand shot between Claire's legs, palm pressing hard against Claire's dripping cunt, fingers spreading her lips to block me. "You always get him first! Not this fucking time!"
A dark growl tore from my chest. "Shut the fuck up." My hand cracked down—SMACK—across Claire's ass, the sound echoing like a gunshot, leaving a bright red handprint. Then—SMACK—Yelena's ass followed, her flesh jiggling from the force.
"FUCK—!" Claire shrieked, her body lurching forward, her cunt gushing fresh arousal down her thighs, her asshole twitching from the sting.
"Nnngh—!Jack—!" Yelena moaned, her ass cheeks clenching, her fingers digging into the sheets as her pussy throbbed, aching to be stuffed.
"I'm gonna fuck both your slutty cunts," I growled, my voice rough with dominance. "And you're gonna take every fucking inch like the greedy whores you are."
Without warning, I gripped Claire's hip and slammed my cock into her dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. "NNNGH—!FUCKING HELL—!" she screamed, her back arching as I bottomed out, her walls squeezing my cock like a vice, her cunt already flooding with more slutty juice.
Then, just as suddenly, I yanked out and rammed into Yelena, her tight pussy swallowing me whole, her hips jerking forward from the force. "A-AHHN—!JACK—!" she cried, her nails scratching the sheets as I started fucking her with the same brutal rhythm.
But I wasn't done.
My free hand pressed against Claire's asshole, my thumb circling her tight ring before shoving inside, stretching her obscenely. At the same time, my fingers breached Yelena's asshole, fucking her there while my cock pounded her pussy.
"NNNH—!WHAT THE FUCK—! AHHH—!" Claire shrieked, her body convulsing as my thumb filled her ass, her pussy gushing around nothing, her slutty juices dripping down her thighs.
"F-FUCK—!JACK—!" Yelena sobbed, her hips bucking wildly as my finger stretched her asshole, her pussy clenching around my cock, her cunt drowning in arousal.
And then—I unleashed everything.
Lust Demon
The Healer
Scent of Lust
Endurance God
Cum Monster
Hand of Arousal
"A-AHN—!JACK—!" Claire screamed, her body writhing as I fucked her pussy, my thumb buried in her ass, her mind melting from pleasure. "I-I CAN'T—! AHHH—! IT'S TOO FUCKING MUCH—!" Her pussy gushed, her slutty cum dripping down her thighs, her asshole fluttering around my thumb.
"N-NGH—!PLEASE—!" Yelena sobbed, her hips bucking as I rammed into her pussy, my finger stretching her ass, her body trembling from overstimulation. "I-I NEED IT—!FUCK ME HARDER—!" Her pussy flooded, her arousal pouring onto the sheets, her asshole milking my finger.
I didn't stop.
I fucked them both—hard, brutal, relentless—switching between their pussies, my cock pistoning in and out, my fingers fucking their assholes, their bodies shaking, their moans filling the room.
"I-I'M CUMMING—! AHHH—!" Claire screamed, her pussy clenching around my cock, her slutty cum spilling between us, her asshole twitching around my thumb.
"M-ME TOO—! NNNH—!FUCK—!" Yelena cried, her pussy gushing, her orgasm crashing over her, her asshole milking my finger.
And then—I lost control.
With a roar, I buried my cock deep inside Yelena's pussy and came, my thick, boiling cum pumping into her in hot, heavy spurts. "F-Fuck—!" I growled, my hips snapping forward as I flooded her, my cum drowning her cunt, her walls clenching around me, milking every drop.
But I wasn't done.
I pulled out halfway, my cock still throbbing, and slammed into Claire, my cum splashing into her pussy next. "Take it, you filthy slut," I snarled, my voice rough with possession. "Both of you better take my fucking load."
"A-AHN—!YES—!" Claire sobbed, her pussy clenching around me, her slutty cum mixing with mine, her body trembling as my cum filled her, her cunt overflowing.
"N-NGH—!FILL ME—!" Yelena gasped, her hips rolling back, her pussy milking my cock, her cum dripping down her thighs as my cum painted her insides.
And then—it happened.
Their bodies convulsed, their pussies clenching around my cock, their orgasms crashing over them—hard—and with a shocked gasp, they lost control.
"N-NO—!I'M PISSING—! AHHH—!" Claire wailed, her body jerking as a hot, uncontrollable stream sprayed from her, splashing onto the sheets, her face burning with humiliation as her piss mixed with her cum.
"F-FUCK—!JACK—! I-I CAN'T STOP—!" Yelena cried, her own stream spraying, mixing with Claire's, the bed beneath them soaked in their shameful release.
I groaned, my cock still buried inside Claire, my cum dripping from both of their used pussies, their bodies trembling, their breaths ragged.
My cock, still half-hard and glistening with a mix of cum and their slutty juices, pulsed weakly as I pulled it free from Claire's destroyed pussy.
A thick rope of cum followed, dripping onto the sheets, mixing with the mess we'd already made. Their bodies were wrecked—limp, trembling, their skin flushed and slick with sweat, their thighs sticky with cum, piss, and the evidence of how thoroughly I'd used them.
"Good... fucking... sluts," I growled, my voice a dark, satisfied rumble as I looked down at them. My fingers traced the red marks on their asses, the handprints I'd left as a reminder of who owned them. "You took every inch like the greedy little whores you are. Now you're mine."
And then—they collapsed.
Their bodies went boneless, their eyes rolling back as the last of their strength gave out. Claire's head lolled to the side, her lips parted in a silent gasp, a thin line of drool escaping as she fainted.
Yelena's fingers twitched once against the sheets before she went still, her chest rising and falling in shallow, exhausted breaths. I watched them for a moment, a dark sense of satisfaction curling in my chest. Perfect.
The bed was a disaster—the sheets soaked through with their cum, their piss, the sweat from their overworked bodies. The mattress beneath was stained, the air heavy with the scent of their submission.
With a low, amused chuckle, I reached down and gathered them both in my arms, hauling their limp, used bodies against me. Claire draped over my left side, her head resting against my shoulder, her breath warm against my skin. Yelena slumped against my right, her legs tangled with mine, her fingers curling weakly against my chest.
I shifted us to the only dry corner of the bed, the sheets beneath us still crisp and cool. Leaning back against the headboard, I closed my eyes, letting the weight of their bodies settle against me.
I knew I couldn't sleep—not really, not after becoming Dracula—but there was something good about this. The way their hearts beat in sync, the way their breaths slowed, the way their skin still tingled from the aftershocks of their orgasms. It was peaceful, in a way—like the calm after a storm.
I deactivated Scent of Lust first. I turned off Hand of Arousal, the electric charge that had kept their bodies humming with pleasure, fading into a dull, satisfied ache.
Time passed.
I don't know how long I lay there, my fingers idly tracing patterns on their skin, my mind replaying the way they'd begged, the way they'd screamed, the way their bodies had shattered under mine. The room was quiet except for the soft sounds of their breathing, the occasional shift of the mattress beneath us. The first hints of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a pale, golden light over their used bodies.
Then, Claire stirred.
A soft, sleepy sound escaped her lips, something between a sigh and a whimper. Her lashes fluttered, her eyes blinking open slowly, like she was surfacing from a dream. Or a nightmare. Her gaze focused on the ceiling for a moment before sliding to Yelena, still asleep beside her. And then—it hit her.
Her face burned crimson.
The memories came flooding back—all of it. The way she'd begged for my cock, the way she'd cum so hard she'd soaked the sheets, the way she'd pissed herself like a desperate slut, her body completely at my mercy. Her lips parted, her breath hitching as her mind replayed every filthy, degrading second of it. She tried to shift, to pull away, but her body was still weak, her muscles trembling from the aftershocks of last night.
A second later, Yelena woke.
She yawned, stretching her arms above her head, before her eyes flickered open. And then—she saw Claire. Saw the way her face was flushed, the way her lips were pressed together like she was trying to hold back a moan. Yelena's brows furrowed for a moment before her memories hit her, too.
Her eyes went wide.
"Oh."
The word was barely a whisper, but it hung in the air between them, heavy with shame and need. They stared at each other for a long, charged moment, their faces burning, their bodies aching with the memory of how thoroughly I'd fucked them.
Claire bit her lower lip, her thighs pressing together like she could hide how wet she was already getting again. Yelena's fingers twitched against the sheets, her breath coming a little faster, her nipples hardening under my gaze.
I smirked.
"Good morning, my little wives," I murmured, my voice a dark purr as I leaned down, capturing Claire's lips in a slow, claiming kiss. She melted against me instantly, her body remembering who owned it.
I pulled back just enough to press a second kiss to Yelena's lips, my tongue sliding between them, tasting the sleepy sweetness of her mouth. She whimpered, her fingers curling into my chest as she kissed me back, just as desperate, just as needy.
They were mine now.
Completely.
I shifted slightly, my cock already stirring back to life as I felt their bodies respond to me. "You both took me so well last night," I murmured, my hand sliding down Claire's body, my fingers finding her pussy already slick again. She gasped as I teased her clit, her hips jerking weakly against my touch. "I've never seen two sluts cum so hard they piss themselves."
Yelena's breath hitched, her face burning even hotter as she remembered. "W-we couldn't help it," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You—you made us—"
"I know," I growled, my fingers circling Claire's clit before slipping inside her, feeling how tight she still was, how ready. "And you loved it."
Claire moaned, her head falling back against my shoulder as I fucked her slowly with my fingers. "Y-yes," she breathed, her voice shaking. "We did."
I chuckled darkly, my other hand reaching for Yelena, my fingers finding her pussy just as wet, just as eager. "Good," I said, my voice rough with satisfaction. "Because you're mine now. Both of you. And that means you belong to me—body, mind, and soul."
I pulled my fingers back slowly, watching as Claire and Yelena squirmed, their bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. Their eyes were glazed, their breaths uneven, but they were listening—really listening—as I explained everything. My abilities. My power. The women waiting for me in America. And then, I told them about Natalya.
Claire's fingers tightened around the sheets, her expression flickering with a mix of curiosity and jealousy. Yelena bit her lip, her eyes narrowing slightly as she processed it. They exchanged a glance, their silent communication heavy with unspoken questions.
Then, Claire turned to me, her voice hesitant but bold. "Your women..." she started, her throat tight. "Will they... bully us?"
I chuckled, shaking my head as I pulled them both closer, my arms wrapping around their waists. "No," I said, my voice firm but warm. "They won't. They'll treat you as family."
Yelena's expression softened, but there was still a hint of mischief in her eyes. "And Natalya?" she said, her tone teasing but edged with something sharper. "She's been playing with us—including you—all these days... You bad guy."
I laughed, low and amused, pulling them both into a tight hug. My lips found Claire's first, kissing her deeply, possessively, before moving to Yelena, claiming her the same way. "Let's go meet her," I murmured against Yelena's lips, my voice rough with anticipation.
Before leaving, we decided to take a shower together. The bathroom was filled with steam, the hot water cascading over our bodies as we showered together. Claire and Yelena clung to me, their hands exploring, their lips finding mine in slow, lazy kisses.
The tension from earlier had melted away, replaced by something warmer, something deeper. We took our time, washing each other, teasing each other, until the water ran cold and we were forced to step out, our skin flushed and tingling. After getting dressed, we decided it was time to leave.
So, instead of driving to Natalya's, I pulled Claire and Yelena close, my arms wrapping around them tightly. "Hold on," I murmured, my voice laced with amusement.
And then—we teleported.
The world blurred for a second, the sensation of movement so fast it was almost disorienting. One moment, we were in the bathroom, the next—we were standing inside Natalya's cabin safehouse. Claire and Yelena gasped, their eyes wide with shock and wonder.
"OMG! It's amazing!" Claire breathed, her fingers tightening around my arm as she looked around, her expression filled with awe.
Yelena's eyes sparkled with excitement, a grin spreading across her face. "This is so cool!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm.
Natalya was alone in her room, her back turned to us as she spoke on the phone. "Yeah, Dad, I'll be careful... No, I'm not doing anything reckless..." Her voice was calm, almost amused, but there was an edge to it—something sharp, something possessive.
Claire and Yelena exchanged nervous glances, their excitement momentarily dampened by the realization that we'd just appeared in Natalya's space without warning. I could feel their tension, their uncertainty, but I just smirked, my arms still wrapped around them, my presence a silent reassurance.
Natalya hung up the phone and turned around, her eyes landing on Claire and Yelena first. Her expression was unreadable for a moment, her gaze sharp, almost accusatory. "Tell me," she said, her voice dripping with arrogance and a hint of anger. "Have you seduced my husband?"
Claire and Yelena flinched, their faces flushing with a mix of embarrassment and fear. I could see the nerves coursing through them, their bodies tensing as they struggled to find words. But I knew Natalya. I knew that look. She was teasing them—testing them.
Natalya's lips twitched, her expression softening slightly as she took in their flustered reactions. "I'm just kidding," she said, her voice warming, the arrogance melting into something gentler. She stepped closer, her eyes flickering with amusement. "I'm happy," she continued, her tone sincere now. "I have a few sisters now to share my burden."
Claire and Yelena exhaled, their shoulders relaxing as the tension drained from their bodies. Yelena's lips curled into a small, relieved smile, while Claire bit her lip, her eyes shining with something softer—something like gratitude.
I pulled them both closer, my arms tightening around them as I looked at Natalya. "They're yours now, too," I said, my voice rough with possession. "Family."
Natalya's gaze softened, her eyes flickering between Claire and Yelena before landing on me. "Good," she murmured, her voice warm. "Because we have a lot to catch up on."
And then, with a smirk that promised both warmth and mischief, Natalya stepped forward. Her hands reached out, pulling Claire and Yelena into a tight, unexpected hug. "Welcome to the family," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement and something deeper—something like pride.
The tension in Claire and Yelena's bodies melted away almost instantly, their nervousness dissolving into relief, into belonging. They leaned into her, their arms wrapping around her in return, their expressions softening as if a weight had been lifted.
For a while, we just talked. Natalya's sharp wit and unfiltered honesty had Claire laughing within minutes, and Yelena's playful teasing matched Natalya's energy like they'd known each other for years. The cabin felt warmer, lighter, as if the walls themselves were sighing in relief. But beneath the laughter, I could see the flicker of worry in Natalya's eyes—something she was holding back.
Finally, I broke the easy silence that had settled between us. "We're leaving together," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "All of us. Now."
Natalya's smile faltered for just a second. She glanced at Claire and Yelena, then back at me, her expression tightening with concern. "I want to," she admitted, her voice lower now, tinged with frustration. "But my dad... and the arms business. Who's going to manage it if I just disappear?"
I reached out, my fingers brushing her arm reassuringly. "Don't worry about it," I said, my tone leaving no room for doubt. "Once we get to America, Isabella will help you. She's got the connections, the resources—she'll make sure everything runs smoothly."
I paused, my gaze sweeping over all three of them. "And if anything does happen, you've got the Shadow Guards. They'll protect you in case of an emergency. You're not alone anymore."
Natalya exhaled sharply, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. She nodded, but there was still a shadow of unease in her eyes. "Okay," she murmured, though her voice carried a hint of lingering worry.
Then, I remembered Victor.
My expression darkened. "There's something else," I said, my voice dropping into something colder, something dangerous. "Victor. He's still at that motel. He's the one who's been sowing discord between you and Isabella."
Natalya's eyes flashed with something feral. Her lips curled into a snarl, her fingers clenching into fists at her sides. "That traitor," she hissed, her voice venomous. "I'll hand him over to my dad." There was no hesitation in her tone, no mercy. Just cold, ruthless certainty. "He'll regret ever crossing me."