(BONUS CHAPTER)
The suite was a battlefield of pleasure—bodies slick and trembling, the air thick with the raw, heady scent of cum, sweat, champagne, and the sweet musk of three thoroughly fucked women. The leather couch and silk furs were soaked in places, stained with spilled champagne and juices, the dim fire-glow lights casting golden highlights on skin that glistened like oiled bronze, caramel, and gold.
Alessia, Giulia, and Francesca lay tangled in a heap, chests heaving in ragged unison, legs still parted from exhaustion. My thick load streaked their faces in heavy white ropes—dripping from Alessia's full lips down her chin onto her massive breasts, clinging to Giulia's red-painted mouth and caramel cheeks, sliding down Francesca's golden throat to pool between her perky tits.
They licked each other clean slowly, tongues lazy but hungry—Alessia lapping a strand from Giulia's neck, sharing it in a deep, sloppy kiss. Francesca joined, sucking my cum from Alessia's dark nipple with wet, obscene pops before moving to Giulia's full breasts, tongue swirling around the peak.
Their moans were low, satisfied growls turning needy again, bodies pressing close, hands roaming slick skin.
Alessia looked up first, dark eyes glazed with raw lust, cum still shining on her swollen lips.
"Welheim... more... please... don't stop now."
Giulia nodded, grinding her thighs together, round ass still red and marked from my spanks, voice husky.
"We need you... all of you... again."
Francesca whimpered, crawling forward on trembling knees, golden skin flushed deep pink, fingers already circling her swollen clit.
"Anything... everything... just fuck us more..."
I stood over them, cock rock-hard once more—thicker from the rush, veins bulging angrily, circumcised head dark purple and leaking fresh pre-cum in steady drops down the shaft.
Virility was my gift.
And they were utterly addicted—three elite women, reduced to begging sluts on my suite floor.
I smirked, voice low and commanding.
"Round three. On the furs. Spread for me."
They scrambled to obey, bodies moving with desperate, fluid grace—asses swaying, breasts bouncing as they arranged themselves on the massive pile of silk and leather furs.
I moved to the hidden drawer in the suite's bar—luxury perks for nights like this.
Vibrators—sleek black silicone, curved perfectly for G-spots, buzzing modes from tease to destroy. Plugs—graduated sizes in smooth glass, jeweled bases glinting. Lube—warming cinnamon flavor, slick and thick. And a fresh chilled bottle of Cristal from the ice bucket, condensation beading on the glass.
I returned, toys in one hand, champagne in the other.
Their eyes widened—curious, eager, pussies already clenching at the sight.
"Round three," I repeated, popping the cork with a sharp crack—foam spilling over my hand.
I poured first over Alessia's massive breasts—heavy globes catching the cold bubbles, streams cascading down her bronze skin like rivers, fizzing over dark, erect nipples, dripping into her navel and lower to the dark curls of her mound.
She gasped sharply, arching her back, breasts thrusting up.
The cold champagne made her nipples harden to painful peaks.
Giulia and Francesca leaned in immediately—tongues lapping the fizzing liquid from her tits, sucking nipples clean with wet, hungry sounds, moaning at the mix of champagne sweetness and my salty cum residue.
Alessia cried out, hands clutching their heads.
I poured over Giulia next—caramel skin shining as champagne poured in a steady stream down her full breasts, pooling deep in her cleavage, running over flat stomach to soak her dark pubic hair and drip into her slit.
Francesca dove in greedily, licking from Giulia's nipples down her body, tongue dipping into navel, then lower—lapping champagne from her pussy lips.
Alessia joined, sucking champagne from Giulia's tits, biting nipples gently.
Giulia moaned loud, hips bucking.
Then Francesca—golden skin flushed deep, perky tits catching the pour, bubbles fizzing wildly on pink nipples, streams trickling down long flat stomach to her shaved mound, pooling at her entrance.
The women licked her clean—three tongues on one body: Giulia sucking nipples, Alessia lapping stomach, Francesca's own fingers spreading herself for their tongues.
Moans rose higher.
I poured into open mouths—they tilted heads back, swallowing greedily, throats working, champagne spilling down chins onto breasts, mixing with old cum.
Then lower—direct pours over pussies.
Alessia first—legs spread wide on the furs, champagne pouring onto her mound, fizzing in dark curls, running into her slit and over her asshole.
Giulia and Francesca spread her lips, tongues plunging deep—lapping champagne from inside her, sucking clit hard, rimming her ring.
She came fast—hips bucking violently, squirting champagne-mixed juices into their mouths, screaming my name.
Giulia next—ass up high, champagne poured over round cheeks, running down crack to pussy and virgin asshole.
Alessia and Francesca spread her wide, tongues cleaning every drop—lapping pussy, rimming tight hole, fingers plunging.
Giulia screamed into orgasm—body shaking, squirting hard.
Francesca last—on her back, legs held high by the others, champagne poured directly into her open pussy.
It fizzed inside her walls.
The women drank from her—tongues plunging deep, lapping until she squirted it back in ecstasy, body convulsing.
My cock throbbed—ready, aching.
I pulled Alessia to me first—the married one, ultimate taboo.
Missionary on the furs, her massive breasts bouncing wildly as I entered her—slow at first, letting her feel every thick inch stretch her soaked walls.
She wrapped legs around my waist, moaning deep.
"Fill me... Welheim... breed me... better than him..."
I thrust hard—hips slamming, cock bottoming out, balls slapping her ass.
Giulia and Francesca used toys—vibrators buzzing on Alessia's clit and nipples, plugs teasing her ring.
Alessia came—walls clenching like a vice, begging for seed, body shaking.
I held back, switching to Giulia—anal time.
On all fours, ass high and round.
Lube warmed on my cock, on her tight virgin ring.
Slow press—head popping in.
She screamed—pleasure exploding through pain.
"Welheim... yes... take my ass..."
Virgin ass claimed—slow inches, then deeper.
She pushed back, moaning primal.
I thrust hard—deep strokes, hand spanking red.
Francesca fingered her pussy below, vibrator on clit.
Alessia sucked her swinging tits.
Giulia came explosively—ass clenching, squirting hard, body convulsing.
Then Francesca—double tease.
On her back, long legs over my shoulders.
Cock in tight pussy, large plug in ass.
She screamed—overwhelmed, filled completely.
Alessia and Giulia licking nipples, clit, balls.
Multiple orgasms ripped through her—squirting, shaking.
Alessia last—begging for anal.
I took her slow—virgin ring stretching around my girth.
She cried out, then moaned deep and filthy.
"Fuck my ass... breed it... make it yours..."
I did—hard, deep, thumb in her pussy.
Group stack: Giulia riding my face—pussy grinding, juices flooding my mouth.
Francesca riding cock reverse—ass bouncing, plug still in.
Alessia on large vibrator, moaning.
Triple oral—women sharing my cock, asses, toys—tongues everywhere.
Squirting chain—each triggering the next, soaking furs.
Climax: Virility unleashed.
I came multiple times—first creampie deep in Giulia's pussy, filling her womb.
Pulled out, filled Francesca's ass—hot load pumping as she screamed.
Final massive load—pulling women together, spraying thick ropes over faces, breasts, open mouths.
They swallowed, shared in kisses, licked from pussies and asses.
Cum play—fingers scooping, feeding each other.
Women collapsed in a heap—marked with cum, champagne, sweat, bodies trembling.
Tender kisses, whispers.
"You're incredible... never felt this..."
"Stay with us... forever..."
I held them, reflection settling deep.
These elite conquests—luxury suite, champagne rivers, toys vibrating—were my training ground.
Practice for absolute power.
In the Stone Age, no toys. No champagne.
Just raw dominance.
Furs instead of silk.
Tribal women instead of models.
But the hunger—the need to claim, to breed, to rule—was eternal.
This past forged me.
Taught me to take.
To conquer.