Chapter 593: The four women - r18

"Look at us," Elvina commanded softly. "Look at all four of your women using their bodies to pleasure you. See how much we want you. How much we need you."

Julian forced his eyes open, looking down at the incredible sight.

"We love you," Ellie said softly, the words somehow audible despite the sounds of movement and breathing. "We’ve always loved you. We waited centuries because we love you."

The emotional statement combined with the intense physical sensation was too much. Julian felt his second orgasm building impossibly fast, the pressure coiling tight in his core despite having just finished minutes ago.

"I’m going to—" he warned, his voice strained. "I’m close—"

"Come for us," all four women said in near-unison, their voices blending. "Cum on our breasts. Mark us. Show us we’re yours."

They pressed tighter together, increased their pace, and Cecilia’s tongue worked more frantically at his tip. Sylvia found a pressure point on his thigh and pressed hard. Elvina’s teasing touches became firmer, more demanding. Ellie’s hands gripped his hips, encouraging his thrusts.

Julian’s second orgasm crashed through him with surprising intensity. His body went rigid, his hands tightening on Cecilia’s and Sylvia’s shoulders hard enough to leave marks.

Then his orgasm hit.

It wasn’t like the first one. This was overwhelming, devastating and one of the most intense release Julian had ever experienced in his entire existence.

His cock pulsed, and the first jet of release erupted with shocking force and volume.

The thick, hot stream shot out and hit Cecilia directly across her face—splattering on her forehead, over her closed eye, down her nose and finally across her lips.

"Oh gods!" Cecilia gasped, her eye opening in shock before another pulse hit her directly in that eye, making her flinch and close it again. The release was so thick, so abundant, that it clung to her eyelashes, making them stick together. "Holyy—right in my eye—fuck, it’s burning—"

The second massive pulse hit Sylvia, painting all over her face before it dripped down to her mouth.. She licked her lips and the taste made her moan even as more splattered across her cheek.

Wave after wave kept coming—not slowing, not diminishing.

The third and fourth pulses hit Elvina and Ellie simultaneously, coating both their faces. Elvina’s hair caught thick ropes that clung to the strands, dripping slowly down. Her face was quickly covered as well. Some got in her mouth when she gasped, and she swallowed reflexively, the taste making her whimper.

Meanwhile, Ellie’s delicate features disappeared under the onslaught. Her eyes were forced closed by the sheer volume, thick streams coating her eyelids.

But it didn’t stop. More kept coming.

The fifth through eighth pulses painted their breasts—all eight breasts pressed together became a canvas for Julian’s release. Thick ropes landed across Cecilia’s massive breasts, coating her nipples until they were completely white. Sylvia’s breasts were similarly decorated, the release pooling in her cleavage. Elvina’s chest received multiple heavy spurts, the volume so great it ran in rivers down the curves. Even Ellie’s breasts were thoroughly coated, the cum making her nipples disappear under the coverage.

More waves came—ninth, tenth, eleventh. Julian had lost count, lost all awareness except the overwhelming pleasure and the need to mark these women completely.

The later pulses hit randomly as his aim became less controlled. More painted across faces, adding layers. Some hit hair, some landed on necks and shoulders, dripping down while some hit stomachs and thighs.

The four women were being absolutely covered, coated, claimed in the most filthy way possible.

They kept their breasts pressed around him through it all, milking him, encouraging every pulse. Their hands worked his cock when it emerged from their cleavage, stroking to coax out every last drop.

"Yes," Cecilia moaned, her voice thick, her face so coated she had to speak carefully to avoid getting it in her mouth—though plenty already had. "Keep going."

"So much," Sylvia gasped, trying to wipe her eyes clear but only succeeding in smearing it around. "Gods, there’s so much. It won’t stop."

Elvina was openly crying from the overwhelming sensation and emotion, her tears mixing with the thick release coating her face. "We’re yours," she sobbed. "Completely yours."

Ellie couldn’t even speak, her mouth and face so thoroughly covered. She just moaned, her body trembling as more and more release coated her.

Finally—finally—after what felt like minutes but was probably only thirty or forty seconds of continuous pulsing, the waves began to slow.

Julian collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent. His entire body was shaking, his mind blank, overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened.

The four women slowly pulled apart, and the sight that greeted Julian when he managed to open his eyes was absolutely obscene.

They were completely covered. There wasn’t a clean spot on any of them from the waist up. It dripped from their chins in long strings, pooled in their cleavage, coated their breasts so thoroughly their skin tone was barely visible. Their hair was streaked and sticky, some sections clumped together with the sheer volume.

And they looked absolutely satisfied.

"That," Cecilia managed to say, her voice thick, having to spit out some of the cum that had gotten in her mouth, "was exactly what we wanted."

Sylvia was trying to clean her face, scooping the thick substance away, but more kept dripping down from her hair.

"I’ve never seen that much," she admitted, her voice awed. "I didn’t know it was possible to produce that much."

"Divine stamina," Elvina said, her hands working to clear her eyes, then her mouth. "Combined with extended teasing and denial. We pushed him past normal limits."

Ellie finally managed to clear her face enough to speak. "We’re completely covered," she observed, almost wonderingly. She looked down at her body, at the cum coating her skin. "I don’t think there’s a clean spot on any of us."

The four women looked at each other, taking in the thorough coating they’d all received. Then, despite—or perhaps because of—how utterly debauched they looked, they started to laugh.

"We definitely made an impression," Cecilia said, still laughing.

"He certainly made an impression on us," Sylvia countered, gesturing to their covered bodies.

"Marked by our husband," Elvina said with satisfaction, beginning to scoop the release from her skin and bring it to her mouth, tasting it deliberately. "Claimed completely."