The three of them burst out of the boutique, rain already starting to splash the streets. Laughter spilled from their mouths like spilled coins.
"Can you imagine if we got caught?" Tiona gasped, clutching her sides as she laughed.
"Hell no," Damien replied between chuckles, "I'd be considered a pervert by all of Orario!"
Ais smiled faintly, shaking her head, but even she couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her lips.
Then, without warning, a thunderclap tore across the skies, and heavy rain started pelting down. Damien raised a hand over his head, Tiona and Ais mimicking him as they darted toward the nearest shelter—a building overhang.
"Sheesh… what a switch-up," Damien said, breathing hard, hair plastered to his forehead. "Didn't expect it to rain today."
Tiona nodded, brushing droplets off her shoulders. "No one does. Orario's weather… it's unpredictable." She gestured at their drenched outfits. "Anyway… what are we gonna do? Can't run back to the Manor like this. Our newly acquired clothes will be soaked."
Ais tilted her head confidently. "Mhh… I'm fast. I can run and keep them dry."
Damien smiled faintly, shaking his head. "I don't think speed's enough for this, Ais. Hmm…" His eyes scanned the streets. "…Loki wouldn't worry if you girls were gone for a day, right?"
"Of course not," Tiona said, smirking, leaning against his arm. "She'd just nag about being worried about Ais… mostly to grab a handful of her boobs. Nothing serious."
Damien's lips curved. "Well… you see that inn over there? We can crash there for the day. Keep your new clothes dry and save us from freezing out here."
Tiona's eyes sparkled mischievously. She leaned into him, teasing. "Ohhh… I see how it is! Sure! Let's go. What about you, Ais? Down for the challenge?"
Ais's golden eyes met his, steady as ever. "Hmm? Challenge? Always."
"I don't think I meant—" Damien started, but the girls were already rushing into the inn, giggling and splashing puddles as they went.
Damien sighed, grinning despite himself. "Yeah… I know where this is going. Well… I kinda wanted this too. So… fuck it!" He sprinted after them, splashing through the puddles.
Inside, the inn was warm, scented with woodsmoke and something sweet. Behind the counter, an elderly woman looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Ahh… looks like some people were caught at a bad time of the weather, eh?"
Damien approached politely. "Hello. We need a few rooms. Any left?"
The woman's gaze flicked to the girls. Tiona leaned casually on Damien's right arm, Ais standing poised beside him. A knowing smile crept across the old woman's face.
"Sorry," she said slowly, voice tinged with amusement, "Only one room left. But it's for VIPs. a Shower, Big Onsen, and a nice View...However...A single bed...A big one "
Damien exhaled and looked at the girls.
"Hell yeah!" Tiona cheered, bouncing slightly on her toes.
"Yes," Ais said, nodding with that calm determination.
"Guess we're taking it," Damien said, shaking his head with a laugh.
"All right, that'll be 8,200 Valis," the woman said. Damien handed over the coins.
"Have fun, kids," the old woman called after them as they disappeared toward the stairs, rain forgotten outside.
...
The moment the VIP suite door clicked shut, the practiced calm evaporated. With synchronized urgency, Ais and Tiona kicked off their waterlogged shoes, letting them land with damp thuds on the plush carpet.
"The shower, quick! Before we catch a chill!" Tiona declared, already heading for the en-suite bathroom, her wet clothes clinging to every curve.
Ais followed with swift, silent efficiency, a woman on a mission to restore order and dryness.
Damien sighed, a wry smile touching his lips as he neatly removed his own boots. He placed the precious, still-dry shopping bags carefully against the wall, then stood in his sodden tunic and trousers, resigning himself to a patient wait. Let them get warmed up first, he thought, running a hand through his damp hair.
He expected to hear the shower start. He did not expect the bathroom door to swing back open barely a minute later.
Two sets of determined hands seized his arms.
"You thought you were gonna wait out here? Nope," Tiona chirped, her grip like iron.
"You are showering with us," Ais stated, her tone leaving no room for debate.
Before he could formulate a protest, they dragged him into the steam-beginned bathroom. The VIP suite boasted a small but genuine onsen-style bath, carved from dark stone and already filling with hot water. It wasn't the sprawling pool of the His Familia's manor, but its intimate size suddenly felt very deliberate.
Without ceremony, the girls began to undress. Damien, followed suit, turning his back to offer them a modicum of privacy as he stepped under the shower spray. The hot water was a relief on his chilled skin.
He felt rather than saw them join him. Then a warm, insistent pressure leaned against his back.
"You can turn around now…" Tiona's whisper was a hot promise against his ear as she guided his arm, pulling it around her until his hand was cradled against the soft, neatly trimmed apex of her thighs, her full breasts pressing against his bicep.
Damien turned.
And was met with twin stares of utterly captivated shock. Tiona's amber eyes were wide, her lips parted. Ais's golden gaze was fixed, unblinking, her usual serene composure shattered into pure, unvarnished astonishment. The steam seemed to still around them.
Tiona was the first to break the spell. Her hand, moving almost of its own volition, reached out and wrapped around his thick, imposing length. A full, shuddering breath escaped her.
"Wow… I… I don't even know what to say…" Her voice was hushed, reverent.
"Is it big?" Ais asked, her head tilting with genuine, analytical curiosity.
"Big is an understatement," Tiona breathed, her fingers tracing the prominent veins. "I remember seeing the warriors and slaves in Telskyura… none of them, not even the most famed, were built like this."
"My turn," Ais stated, extending her own hand. Tiona relinquished her hold with a playful pout, and Ais's slender fingers took their place, measuring, exploring the hard, heated flesh.
THWACK. THWACK.
Two sharp, resonant slaps echoed in the tiled room as Damien's palms landed firmly on their round, perfect asses, claiming a handful of each. The girls jolted, twin gasps leaving their lips, their cheeks flushing a deep, delicious pink.
"If you two are really serious about this," Damien's voice was low, a gravelly rumble that vibrated with a newfound, dominant authority, "then we're doing this properly. No more shy glances or tentative touches. My way. Are you actually willing to go that far?"
It was his final line in the sand. The last check before the dam broke.
Tiona looked at Ais. The Sword Princess, usually so reserved, met her friend's gaze. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, but beneath it was a steel-core resolve. She gave a single, definitive nod. "Yes."
Tiona's grin was wild and eager. "I am ready, Damien. I'll let you take the lead."
"Okay then." His voice brooked no argument. "Do as I say. And I'll make sure this is a night you won't forget." He pulled Ais closer, her slick body molding against his side. Then he looked at the eager Amazoness. "Tiona. On your knees. You'll be using your mouth first. Since you've probably seen how it's done in Telskyura, you can be the… reference for Ais."
Tiona's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes, Sir," she purred, sinking to the wet tiles without a moment's pause. She took him in hand again, her touch now reverent as she truly sized up the task. The sheer scale was daunting, thrilling. She started tenderly, placing a soft kiss on the tip, then swirling her tongue around the broad head, tasting the first salty prelude. She'd seen it before, but doing it was a different universe of sensation.
Taking a steadying breath, she opened her mouth wide and took him in, her eyes watering slightly as she struggled to accommodate him. She managed about half his length.
Damien placed a gentle hand on her cheek. "You're doing good, Tiona. Now… move."
Emboldened, she began to bob her head, establishing a slow, sucking rhythm, her hands working the base he couldn't reach.
As pleasure began to coil tightly in his gut, Damien let his left hand cradle Tiona's head, subtly guiding her pace. But his right hand wandered. It slid from Ais's hip, down the curve of her ass, and found the slick, heated core of her. He spread her thighs with his fingers, finding her entrance already swollen and dripping. Ais jolted, a sharp, quiet "Ah!" escaping her as he began to rub slow, firm circles over her sensitive bud.
She leaned heavily into him, her head falling back, her eyes glazed as she watched Tiona work. Damien slid one finger inside her tight, clutching heat, then a second, scissoring them gently. The sound that filled the shower was obscenely wet, a lewd counterpoint to the falling water. Ais's composure shattered.
"Ahn! D-Damien…!" she cried out, her body arching, her nails digging into his arm.
He withdrew his glistening fingers, holding them up before her clouded eyes. "Look at this, eh? This is how wet you are for me already."
Ais could only blush fiercely, her breath coming in short pants. The embarrassment was utterly consumed by raw need.
"Now," he commanded, his voice thick. "On your knees. It's your turn."
Ais nodded, sinking down beside Tiona, who pulled off with a loud, wet pop, gasping for air. "Wow… it tastes so good…" Tiona panted, a string of saliva connecting her lip to his shining crown.
Suddenly, Damien shoved his wet fingers, soaked in Ais's essence, into Tiona's mouth.
"What about this taste?" he growled.
Tiona's eyes widened, then fluttered shut. She moaned around his fingers, sucking them clean with eager gusto. "Mmm… it tastes good too…" she slurred when he pulled them free. Then, in a move of shocking intimacy, she grabbed Ais's face and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss, sharing the taste of her own arousal.
When they broke apart, breathless, Tiona helped guide Ais to his waiting shaft. "Go on… just take it slow…"
Ais, ever the quick study, locked her golden eyes with Tiona's in a look of pure, competitive pride. Watch this, her gaze seemed to say. She opened her lips and took him in, mimicking Tiona's motions but with a determined focus. She relaxed her throat, pushing herself, taking him deeper with each bob of her head.
The sight of the normally stoic Sword Princess eagerly deep-throating him, tears of effort gathering at the corners of her eyes, was the most erotic thing Damien had ever witnessed. Pleasure roared through him. He lost the last vestige of gentle control. His hands fisted in her golden hair, and he began to move her head himself, setting a harder, faster pace, fucking her mouth in earnest.
Ais gagged slightly but didn't pull away. Instead, she met his thrusts, her eyes rolling back in blissful submission. To her, in this moment, taking more of him than Tiona had was the ultimate victory.
Tiona watched, a wide, admiring smile on her face. "Looks like I lose this one!" she laughed, utterly delighted by the debauched spectacle.
It was too much. The tight, wet heat of Ais's throat, the competitive display, the utter surrender. "Ais… I'm going to…!" he grunted in warning, but didn't stop.
He held her head firmly as he erupted, pulse after powerful pulse shooting directly down her throat. He finally released her, his cock sliding free. Ais collapsed forward, coughing, thick streams of white cum escaping her lips and dripping down her chin.
Tiona was there in an instant. "No wasting this!" she declared, capturing Ais's lips in another deep kiss, hungrily lapping up every drop Damien had given them.
Damien looked down at the two beautiful adventurers, now connected in a kiss born of his release, and felt a surge of primal satisfaction. "Well…" he said, his voice rough. "Looks like the first round was… enjoyable for you girls?"
They broke apart, both panting, faces flushed, lips glistening. They looked up at him with eyes full of awe and renewed hunger.
"Yeah…" Tiona breathed, licking her lips. "I didn't expect you to be… like this. You're always so reserved. Seeing this dirty, manly side of you… I love it."
Ais nodded, nuzzling against his thigh. "Mhm… More confident. More dominant. Best Damien."
A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. "Well… if that's what my girls want." In one powerful motion, he bent down, hooked an arm under each of their knees and behind their backs, and hoisted them both over his shoulders like prized loot. His hands gripped their asses firmly, possessively. His cock, still rock-hard and glistening, bobbed between them as he carried them out of the bathroom and toward the vast canopy bed.
"Then I will make sure to dominate you properly. This time…" he promised, his voice a vow of coming pleasure, "…in bed."
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