Chapter 283 - 280: mysins

The kissing began slowly—passionate, thirsty. Elara claimed his mouth first, moaning into the kiss as his tongue dominated hers. Lirael pressed against his side, lips on his neck, whispering, "I’ve dreamed of this since the violin... take me, my lord."

Vespera dropped to her knees, hands trembling as she tugged his trousers down. His thick cock sprang free—heavy, veined, already leaking. She moaned reverently. "So beautiful... so much bigger than my husband’s..."

She took him into her mouth with a wet, hungry sound—sucking greedily, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering with bliss.

Isolde and Thalira joined her on their knees, licking along the shaft, tongues meeting in sloppy, eager kisses around his girth.

Mirael pressed behind him, kissing his broad back, hands roaming his abs. "I commanded men all my life... now I want to be commanded by you."

Aiden groaned, fingers threading through hair—guiding Vespera deeper until she gagged softly, saliva dripping down her chin onto her heavy breasts.

"Undress," he ordered, voice rough.

Gowns and robes fell in a silk puddle. Six naked, beautiful bodies pressed against him—full breasts, soft bellies, dripping pussies, hard nipples brushing his skin.

He lifted Elara first—strong hands under her ass, impaling her slowly on his cock while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Aaahhh—yes—finally—stretching me—Aaahhh!" she cried, loud and broken, head falling back as he filled her completely. Wet squelch echoed. Her walls clenched greedily around his thickness.

He bounced her—slow, deep thrusts—skin slapping wetly against skin. "So tight for a married duchess," he growled. "Your husband never reached here, did he?"

"N-no—Aaahhh—never—only you—ruin me—Aaahhh!"

Lirael knelt beneath them like a starving devotee, her tongue dancing frantically where Aiden’s massive cock and Elara’s greedy, married cunt were fused together. Every time he pulled back an inch, Lirael’s hot, wet tongue chased the glistening shaft, lapping up the thick mix of Elara’s cream and Aiden’s pre-cum before flicking wildly over the duchess’s throbbing clit.

"Share him with me... please, my lord," Lirael begged between sloppy licks, voice husky and desperate. "I need that cock stretching my noble pussy too... my husband’s tiny prick has never made me feel like this..."

Aiden growled in approval. He pulled out of Elara with a wet *schlorp*, spun her around, and set the duchess on all fours right on the edge of the massive bed—still buried to the hilt in one brutal thrust that made her heavy tits swing and her back arch like a bow.

"Aaahhh—yes—back inside—splitting my royal cunt again—Aaahhh!"

He yanked Lirael up by her dark curls and pulled her forward until she straddled his face. The countess dropped down instantly, grinding her soaked, married folds against his mouth with shameless hunger. Aiden’s tongue plunged deep, curling, sucking, devouring her like fine wine.

"Aaahhh—your tongue—gods above—licking my married cunt—Aaahhh! My husband has never tasted me like this—never made me drip this much—Aaahhh!"

Vespera, the elegant marchioness, crawled between Elara’s spread thighs like a cat in heat. She pressed her face right where Aiden’s thick cock pistoned in and out, sucking his heavy balls into her mouth with wet, obscene *slurps* while her tongue lashed Elara’s clit from below.

"Mmmph—taste so fucking good together," Vespera moaned around his sac, voice muffled and filthy. "Fuck her harder, my lord—pound that duchess pussy—make her squirt all over my noble face while her husband sleeps alone tonight—Aaahhh!"

The room was pure filthy symphony: wet *plap-plap-plap* of skin on skin, loud squelching every time Aiden bottomed out, desperate moans both thunderous and whispered. Isolde and Thalira had claimed his hands—each riding two thick fingers like desperate whores, their hips rolling in perfect sync while they kissed each other sloppily, tongues tangling, saliva dripping down their chins onto their bouncing breasts.

"His fingers are so much thicker than my fiancé’s pathetic cock," Thalira whimpered, voice cracking as she fucked herself harder. "Look at me—engaged to a lord, yet riding another man’s fingers like a common tavern slut—Aaahhh! Curl them—yes—right there—make me squirt on your hand while my future husband waits for me at home!"

Isolde moaned into Thalira’s mouth, grinding down. "Mine are better than both my husband’s and my lover’s combined... stretch me, my lord—ruin these noble holes for anyone else—Aaahhh!"

Behind Aiden, Mirael—the stern Lady Commander—pressed her full, firm breasts against his broad back, nipples hard as diamonds. She kissed and bit along his shoulder blade, whispering pure sin into his ear while her hand reached down to fondle his balls whenever Vespera’s mouth wasn’t on them.

"Breed us all tonight, my lord," she growled hotly. "Pump every last drop into our wombs while our husbands and fiancés sleep alone in cold beds. Give us your strong heirs... make us swell with the child of the man who just played the violin like a god—Aaahhh—we’re yours now... your secret noble breeding stock..."

Aiden flipped positions with effortless power, lying back on the silk sheets, his cock standing tall and glistening like a monument—veins pulsing, head angry red and dripping. The six noblewomen swarmed him like beautiful, starving wolves.

Vespera climbed on first—reverse cowgirl—lining up the fat head and sinking down with a long, throaty moan that echoed off the walls.

"Aaahhh—filling me—so deep—hitting my womb on the first stroke—Aaahhh! Watch me ride him, sisters—watch how a real man feels inside a marchioness—watch me betray my husband with every bounce!"

Her ass jiggled hypnotically as she rode hard—wet *plap-plap-plap* filling the room, her juices running down Aiden’s shaft in shiny rivers. Elara straddled his face again, grinding her dripping pussy against his talented tongue while Lirael and Isolde latched onto her bouncing breasts, sucking and biting her nipples like they were starving.

"Ride him, Vespera—make that noble cunt milk him!" Lirael urged, voice muffled around Elara’s nipple. "Cum on his cock—show us how a proud marchioness breaks for our lord!"

Vespera’s pace turned feral—ass slapping down loudly, breasts bouncing wildly. "I’m going to cum—gonna squirt all over your perfect cock—Aaahhh—knock me up in front of my friends—give me your baby while my husband thinks I’m at a boring gala—Aaahhh!"

She shattered violently—squirting in powerful arcs that splashed Elara’s thighs and Aiden’s abs, screaming his name like a prayer. Aiden didn’t stop. He flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion and pounded her through the orgasm—deep, punishing strokes that made her tits bounce wildly and her eyes roll back.

Lirael crawled over Vespera’s face, lowering her soaked pussy onto the marchioness’s eager mouth. "Lick me while he breeds you—taste how wet this countess is for the same cock—Aaahhh! Drink my married juices while he ruins you!"

Vespera obeyed instantly—tongue plunging deep, moaning into Lirael’s cunt as Aiden railed her without mercy.

Thalira and Mirael took turns worshipping the base of his cock—licking and sucking his balls every time he pulled back, their tongues meeting in messy, cum-flavored kisses around his shaft.

"His cock tastes like heaven and sin," Mirael whispered hotly, licking a thick strand of Vespera’s cream from the underside. "Thicker than any war-horse I’ve ever commanded... I want it to ruin my soldier’s pussy forever—stretch me so wide no other man will ever satisfy me again—Aaahhh!"

Aiden pulled out of Vespera with a wet pop—cock glistening obscenely—and thrust into Lirael in one savage stroke. The countess screamed—loud, shameless, legs locking around his waist.

"Yes—fuck me—harder than my useless husband ever could—Aaahhh! Breed your new whore—fill this noble womb while my husband snores in our marital bed—Aaahhh! Make me leak your cum for days!"

He fucked her mercilessly—the bed creaking dangerously, skin slapping loudly, her tits bouncing with every brutal thrust. Elara and Isolde latched onto Lirael’s nipples, sucking hard while whispering filth.

"Take him deeper, Lirael—let him rearrange your noble insides!" Elara urged.

"Cum on his cock—show us how a proud countess breaks for our lord!" Isolde added, biting the other nipple.

"Fill her, my lord—give her your baby while we watch and finger ourselves!"

Orgasm after orgasm ripped through the women—loud, guttural screams mixing with whispered, broken pleas. Bodies convulsed. Pussies squirted in messy, glistening arcs that soaked the sheets, each other’s thighs, and Aiden’s sculpted abs.

Aiden pulled out of Lirael and moved to Isolde—flipping the baroness onto her hands and knees and mounting her from behind like a beast. He pounded her doggy-style while she buried her face between Thalira’s spread thighs, licking frantically.

"Watch me get fucked—Aaahhh—your future marchioness—getting bred like a common back-alley slut—Aaahhh! My husband would die if he saw this—pound me harder, my lord—ruin me for him forever!"

Thalira moaned beneath her, hips bucking. "Lick me while he ruins you—yes—right there—suck my clit while he breeds your noble cunt—Aaahhh! I’m engaged but I don’t care—make me cum on your tongue while he fills you!"

Mirael climbed onto Aiden’s face, grinding her soaked military pussy against his mouth with commanding hunger. "Deeper—make her belly swell—claim every womb in this room—breed your commander while she rides your face—Aaahhh! I order you to fill us all tonight!"

The six noblewomen lost themselves completely—kissing, fingering, tribbing, sucking each other’s breasts and clits while Aiden moved from one dripping hole to the next, fucking them senseless in every position imaginable. They cheered each other on with the filthiest, most intricate words their high-born tongues could form.

"Cum on his cock, Elara—squirt like the duchess whore you were always meant to be!"

"Take his seed, Vespera—let it flood that proud marchioness womb while we watch!"

"Ride his face harder, Mirael—use our lord’s tongue like the battlefield you command!"

"Share his cum with me—let me taste it dripping from your used cunt, Lirael!"

By the time Aiden finally roared and began filling them one by one—thick, endless ropes of potent seed flooding each womb until their bellies swelled visibly—the women were a trembling, cum-soaked, blissed-out pile of noble bodies. They kissed him, kissed each other, whispered broken thanks and eternal devotion between gasps.

"I’m blessed... truly blessed..." Elara sighed, cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy.

"Thank you for choosing us... for ruining us so perfectly..." Lirael whispered, nuzzling his chest.

"We’re yours... whenever you want... your secret noble harem..." Vespera promised, eyes shining with happy tears.

Aiden held them close, golden eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction as the first night of the gala truly ended.

MySins had claimed its first true, willing members.

And the empire would never be the same.

Finally Aiden gathered them all on the bed—women on their backs, legs spread wide in a circle around him. He moved from one to the next—thrusting deep into each dripping pussy for ten hard strokes, then moving to the next—keeping them all on the edge.

Elara: "Yes—yes—your cock is mine now—Aaahhh!"

Lirael: "Breed me—give me what my husband can’t—Aaahhh!"

Vespera: "I’m cumming again—on your cock—while my husband sleeps—Aaahhh!"

Isolde: "Ruin me—make me yours forever—Aaahhh!"

Thalira: "I’m engaged—but I’m yours—fill me—Aaahhh!"

Mirael: "Command me—breed your commander—Aaahhh!"

He finished inside each one—thick, endless ropes of potent seed flooding wombs, bellies swelling slightly with the volume, excess cream gushing out around his shaft.

They collapsed together—sweaty, trembling, cum-leaking bodies entwined—kissing Aiden, each other, whispering thanks and devotion.

"I’m blessed..." Elara sighed, nuzzling his chest.

"Thank you for choosing us..." Lirael whispered.

"We’re yours... whenever you want..." Vespera promised.

Aiden held them close, golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

The first night had ended and my Sins had claimed its first true members.