The bathroom door clicked shut behind Nolan, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the polished hallway floor.
He wore only a pair of black boxer briefs that did nothing to conceal the formidable erection tenting the fabric.
He turned a corner and found himself in a long, unfamiliar corridor. The sheer scale of Ana's mansion was disorienting.
Just as he was about to guess a direction, a young woman in a pristine black-and-white maid's uniform rounded the corner, carrying a stack of folded linens. She startled slightly at the sight of him.
"Can I help you, sir?" she asked, her eyes wide. Her gaze inadvertently dipped downwards, then snapped back to his face, a flush creeping up her neck. She tried, and failed, to keep her eyes from wandering back to the prominent bulge in his underwear.
Nolan smirked, following her gaze. "Ana's room. I seem to have forgotten the way."
"O-of course, sir. Right this way," she stammered, setting the linens on a nearby console table. She began walking, her posture rigid.
Nolan fell into step behind her, his eyes appraising her. She was petite, with modest breasts that strained slightly against her uniform's bodice.
But her true asset was her rear, which swayed in a hypnotic rhythm beneath the slim skirt of her uniform. It wasn't the perfect, sculpted masterpiece that Emily possessed, but it was a very nice, generously proportioned ass, and the way it moved was captivating.
He could feel the heat of her stolen glances; even while trying, she couldn't take her eyes off his massive cock.
As they reached a heavy, ornate door, she gestured. "This is Lady Ana's private suite, sir."
"Thank you," Nolan said, his voice a low rumble. As she turned to leave, his hand shot out and delivered a sharp, stinging slap to her left buttock.
The sound echoed in the hall. She gasped, jumping slightly, her hand flying to the spot. He leaned close, his breath ghosting over her ear.
"If you wait right here," he purred, "you might see something fun. You might even get a reward for your… guidance."
Without waiting for a reply, he pushed the door open, leaving it deliberately ajar a few inches. He stepped inside, the maid forgotten for the moment.
Ana's room was spacious and luxurious, dominated by a massive canopy bed. On it, still dressed in their red and white volleyball uniforms, were Rachel and Linda.
Their faces were flushed, their hair slightly damp with post-training sweat. Mika had literally picked them up right after the end of their training and teleported them to Ana's room. They looked up as he entered, their eyes lighting up with immediate recognition and desire.
"There you are," Linda purred, her curvy body shifting on the mattress.
"We were starting to think you'd gotten lost," Rachel added, a shy smile playing on her lips.
"No time for small talk," Nolan stated, his voice thick with intent.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushed them down, his massive, still-throbbing cock springing free. He walked to the bed and lay back against the plush pillows, his erection pointing straight towards the ceiling.
"I need to fuck. Now."
The two women exchanged a look of hungry anticipation before crawling towards him like lionesses stalking their prey.
"Someone's impatient," Linda chuckled, swinging a leg over his hips to straddle him. She guided him inside her with practiced ease, sinking down with a deep, satisfied sigh. "Mmm, just what I needed after a long day."
Rachel positioned herself on her knees beside his head, leaning down to capture his mouth in a series of deep, lingering kisses. Her tongue danced with his, and he could feel the slender frame of her body pressed against his side.
"So," Nolan grunted, his hands finding Linda's hips, guiding her rhythm as she began to ride him. "How was your day?"
Linda began to move, her full, heavy breasts bouncing enticingly before his eyes. "Volleyball practice was great," she panted, her voice catching with each downward thrust. "We're getting so much better. Our sets are finally connecting."
Rachel broke the kiss, her breath warm against his cheek. "We joined the city league together," she explained, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
The two girls had gotten really close recently. With all their free time, they decided to find some activities to do. They had enjoyed their volleyball match while Nolan was fucking Clarice, so they went with that.
Of course, they needed to play the magic-less version of the sport, as none of them were particularly powerful.
"Yeah," Linda continued, grinding down on him in a circular motion that made his eyes roll back. "Before practice, we went to the arcade. I finally beat the new rhythm game on the highest difficulty. Took all my tokens, but it was worth it." Nolan could feel the pride in Linda's voice, mixed with a high-pitched tone of pleasure.
Rachel nuzzled his neck, giving him a deep kiss, then she turned to Linda.
"It's my turn now."
Linda let out a sigh and reluctantly lifted off Nolan's cock, giving Rachel the chance to ride him. She happily told Nolan about the new book she was reading, while her pussy tightened around him instinctively. It was like a velvet fist.
It was, as always, an impossibly perfect fit. She was just so tight, always milking his huge dick.
Nolan groaned, his grip tightening on Rachel's hips, driving himself deeper into her.
"Fuck, I really missed that huge cock!" Rachel moaned loudly.
For her, it had become a habit to have her pussy scratched by that massive cock every single day. Even a short break like three days with no sex felt like an impossibly long wait.
The conversation continued. But soon it turned to flirting and moans as their sex grew more and more intense.
They told him about a new spike technique they were practicing, about the rivalry with some other girl on the team. All the while, Rachel rode him with increasing fervor, and Linda worshipped his cock, her curvy body quivering against his.
Through the crack in the door, the maid stood frozen, her hand still pressed to her tingling backside. Her face was flushed, and she watched, wide-eyed and breathless, as the scene inside the room unfolded. She should have looked away, but she couldn't.
And her pussy got wet, thinking about the possible reward.