Weah and Peah withdrew their auras at the same time, the crushing weight lifting from Sanè's body like a storm passing overhead. The night air rushed back into his lungs.....as if it was in a hurry.
Then they invited him inside.
He hesitated but he eventually agreed....cause he too was curious.
As Sanè followed Peah and Weah into the mysterious mansion, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The house was smaller than the inn they had rented, but it was clean and cozy, with a warm fireplace that crackled in the corner.
The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles illuminating the space. Sanè's eyes adjusted slowly, and he took in the sight of the two women, their faces were serene and inviting.
They moved closer to him, as their voices became soft and gentle as they spoke.
"I'm sure you must be curious about us" Peah said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Isn't that why you followed us in?"
Sanè was unsure of how much to respond. But before he could say anything, Weah interrupted, "We'll tell you everything, but first, you must trust us. Drink this," she said, offering him a glass of liquid.
Sanè was skeptical, but something about their tone put him at ease. He decided to take a chance, and he drank the contents of the glass. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but as the seconds ticked by, he felt a sudden surge of heat coursing through his veins. His body began to react, and he struggled to maintain control.
As he was struggling.....Weah reached out for his mask, her fingers brushing against his cheek. "Let me see your face," she whispered.
Sanè's instincts kicked in, and he pinned her down, his body responding to the unexpected touch. Before he knew it, he was on top of her, his senses consumed by a wave of desire.
As Sanè looked into Weah's eyes, he saw a spark of desire ignite within them. His mind raced, trying to process the sudden surge of heat that had overtaken his body. He had never felt anything like this before—a primal, overwhelming urge that threatened to consume him entirely.
But Before he could react further, Weah's lips were on his, her tongue slithering into his mouth like a serpent claiming its prey. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through every nerve ending in his body.
For a moment, Sanè was lost in the kiss, his hands instinctively reaching for Weah's waist, pulling her closer. But with a burst of willpower, he tore himself away, gasping for breath as he tried to regain control."Wait," he managed to choke out, his voice strained with effort.
Weah stood up, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and lust. With one swift motion, she tore his shirt away, revealing the chiseled muscles beneath.
Despite being a low-ranked Berserker, Sanè's chest was broad and firm, his abs were defined like a statue carved by some divine hand.
Peah, who had been standing nearby, now stepped forward. She was completely naked, her body a vision of perfection. Her skin glowed softly in the candlelight, and her curves were enough to make any man weak at the knees.
As she approached, Weah joined her, their hands tracing the lines of Sanè's body with feather-light touches. Sanè's resolve wavered as their fingers danced over his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He felt his self-control slipping, the primal hunger inside him growing stronger with each passing second.
Unable to resist any longer, Sanè's hands moved to Peah's breasts, cradling them gently in his palms. He could feel her heart racing against his touch, the heat emanating from her skin adding to the already intense atmosphere. As he began to knead them softly, the world around him dissolved, leaving only the three of them, lost in the hazy world of desire.
Weah, not to be left out, brushed her body against Sanè, her nipples hardening under his gaze. Her hand slid down his chest, teasingly grazing the bulge in his pants. The contrast between her softness and his rough warrior's body was intoxicating.
The trio moved together in a slow dance, their kisses deepening, and their touches more daring. Sanè's lips trailed down Peah's neck, lingering over the pulse that beat there, before descending lower. His tongue explored the hollow of her collarbone, the sweetness of her skin intoxicating.
As they continued to explore one another, Sanè shifted his attention to Weah, who lay back on the plush rug before them. He knelt between her legs, his lips finding her breast with unerring precision. Weah arched her back in response, her fingers twining in his hair as she surrendered to the pleasure.
Peah watched, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she approached Sanè, her hand guiding him to her own waiting breast. Their eyes locked, the desire between them palpable, as his mouth closed around her nipple. She moaned softly, her hand gliding down his back, tracing the lines of muscle as their lips met.
They switched between each other, their movements was slow but deliberate. Each touch was a tender caress, each kiss a promise of more to come. Sanè's hands roamed over their bodies, mapping them with the care of a cartographer charting new territory.
As the passion between them intensified, Sanè could no longer resist the overwhelming desire that had taken hold of him. Peah and Weah exchanged knowing glances, a silent agreement passing between them. They guided him to the plush bed, their hands still exploring his body, their touches sending waves of anticipation through him.
"We're ready for you," Peah whispered, her voice a soft purr that made Sanè's blood rush even faster.
Sanè positioned himself between them, the sheer magnitude of what was about to happen hitting him. Peah lay back, her legs parting in invitation, while Weah knelt beside them, her hand resting on Sanè's shoulder. With excruciating slowness, Sanè lowered himself onto Peah, his body hovering just above hers, the anticipation nearly unbearable.
As he finally entered her, a collective sigh escaped the trio. The sensation was indescribable—hot, tight, and impossibly pleasurable. Peah wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, her nails raking gently across his back. Sanè moved with deliberate slowness, savoring every moment, every touch, every sound of pleasure that escaped their lips.
Weah watched, her own arousal evident, her hand moving between her own legs as she took in the sight of their lovemaking. After several moments, she moved closer, her hand joining Sanè's on Peah's breast, her lips finding his in a deep, passionate kiss.
The rhythm increased gradually, their movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. Sanè could feel the pressure building, the heat spreading through his body, but he fought to maintain control, wanting to prolong the exquisite pleasure for as long as possible.
As Peah's breathing grew shallower, her body tensing beneath him, Sanè knew she was close. He increased his pace slightly, his thrusts deeper and more powerful. With a cry of release, Peah came, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. The sight and sound pushed Sanè over the edge, and with a guttural moan, he found his own release, collapsing onto Peah as the waves of pleasure washed over him.
With a lingering sigh, Sanè pulled out of Peah, his body still trembling with aftershocks. He turned to Weah, who was watching them with an expression of desire and satisfaction. Moving with a newfound confidence, Sanè positioned himself between her legs, his eyes never leaving hers as he entered her with ease.
The rhythm was slower this time, more deliberate, as if he was savoring every moment, every sensation. Weah wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him deeper, harder. The heat and tightness of her body were intoxicating, and Sanè felt himself lost in the moment, unable to think beyond the pleasure that consumed him.
As he moved, his strokes became more powerful, his hips driving against her with an unrelenting rhythm. Weah's cries filled the room, her body arching off the bed in response to his thrusts. With each stroke, Sanè felt his own pleasure growing, building to a crescendo he couldn't resist.
Finally, with a hoarse cry, Weah climaxed, her body convulsing beneath him as he followed soon after. Exhausted, spent, and satisfied, Sanè collapsed onto the bed beside her, his body tangled with hers, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room. The world around them melted away, leaving only the three of them, lost in their own private universe of desire and pleasure.