“You want to be good girls?” Rykard’s tone subtly shifted from the seductive to the outright demanding. The duo reacted by curving even more intensely against his chest. He traced down the grove of their spines, feeling them shiver and moan wantonly. They were positively buzzing with excitement. “You’re ready to be sex sves for your Master?”

  The question caused a moment of pause between the two of them. They pulled back, studied Rykard’s face. A disarming smile dissuaded them from taking this as his reveal of his secret pn to make all the elves cocksleeves. He did have that pn, just not in the evil way.

  “Purely willingly, of course,” he assured them. It diminished the naughty atmosphere a little that it needed to be stated, but they had only known him for two days and not all women immediately knew they were tailored to be submissives. Rykard was confident these two were, he practically had a sixth sense for it, but perhaps they themselves were not as certain.

  To Rykard’s mild surprise, it was Mena that reacted first. She smiled softly and grabbed his cock. “I’d love to be a good girl,” she said in her gentle voice and squeezed his cock through his trousers. “You can try and make me your bitch… Master.”

  Her words were heavy with a lewd intent no longer suppressed. The priestess’ breathing was heavily accelerated now, the panting audible. Tena only bit her lower lip at the sight of her excited twin. This evidently wasn’t unusual. Repressing her urges in public, much more so than her redheaded sister did, evidently had Mena compensate when things did get heated.

  “A bitch and a pussy,” Rykard hummed, smiling at the druid. The words made her twitch a little bit, an excited twitch, evident of lust invoked. They were so easily readable that Rykard got a rapid idea of their kinks. Both enjoyed verbal degradation, although Rykard wasn’t yet entirely sure if that were for the same reasons. Both were obviously submissives. Both had gotten tremendously excited when he mentioned filling them up, as devout followers of a fertility goddess tended to be. Tena seemed to enjoy it more when he was rough. Mena had a surprising bratty streak to her, giving Rykard a light grin while rubbing his cock through his clothes. Both seemed to like doing it outdoors.

  A good list to start with, but why not take the obvious excuse to scan for a few more of their preferences?

  “How about you two show me what you usually do?” Rykard suggested. “Get me excited.”

  A terrible excuse, his cock had been rock hard since he had taken a bite of the pineapple. Mena could feel that, Tena could see that, and yet both smiled at his suggestion. It was further proof that he wasn’t just speaking hot air when he assured them that he did not mind their unusual sibling retionship.

  Backing away, the twins glided off the rock and onto the soft carpet of moss and grass at Rykard’s feet. It was obvious that this was their usual lovemaking spot, by the way they confidently writhed on the ground. Their hands found one another’s head and they swiftly engaged in a deep kiss.

  Red and golden lips mashed together. Their excitement was palpable. Every second was filled with growing moans and the smacking of wet lips. The kiss only grew more heated. Lying next to each other, they wound in each other’s arms, hands roaming over curves with deep familiarity. Legs parted, crotches rubbed against thighs.

  A higher pitched mixed into the moans, as hips rolled and legs rocked back and forth. Their making out was of such feverish pace that their lips rarely were connected for longer than a blink at this point. The greedy whirling of sapphic tongues and heated writhing made such sting connections all but impossible.

  Suddenly Mena pushed her sister away. In that particur, softly disappointed tone that only well-mannered brats could use, she accused her sister, “You got us caught after all.”

  “Yeah, well, seems to be working out for us,” Tena defended herself. A disappointed grunt from Mena was swiftly followed by her rolling on top of her fraternal twin. Mena grinned, while Rykard caught a dissatisfied undercurrent in the white-haired priestess.

  ‘The troubles of two submissives trying to satisfy each other,’ Rykard thought and unbuttoned his shirt. He did it slowly, not to distract the two, and kept on watching. ‘Mena is the sexually dominant of the two, but she’s not a dom.’

  While he was pnning what he was going to show these two about the world of pleasure, they showed him that they were perfectly capable of satisfying each other even if they weren’t scratching all of the itches.

  Mena now on top, the kissing picked up again. “We’re such naughty girls,” the priestess whispered.

  “Shooo naughty,” Tena agreed. “Just a pair of little sex kittens.”

  “Toys for each other,” Mena purred. The tone of all of this was casual, no gnce thrown towards the now half-nude voyeur. This was just their regur dirty talk.

  They finally pulled the clothes off each other. Needles of pine and wood that had kept fur and cloth in pce were loosened and the bothersome tops pulled off. Tena’s breasts were exactly what Rykard had expected. Medium sized mounds that, after all the tits he had been drowing in recently, were incredibly pleasant in their soft rise and fall. Mena’s boobs dangled right above, two teardrop-shaped bags of abundant, chocote brown flesh. Hard nipples crowned the swaying spheres, brushing against those of her sister.

  Although Rykard had seen plenty of them already, he once again marveled at their thighs. Mena was softer in every aspect and her thick thighs were no exception. Tena made up for the loss of squish with the subtle movements of her toned physique under her taut, tiger-striped skin. Their asses followed the pattern, one fat and juicy, while the other was as if sculpted out of the softest marble.

  When their skimpy bottoms finally fell, they revealed slits already glistening. Excitement made their bias pinly visible, the hood of their clits had pulled back, their mons swollen. Fingers soon reached for one another’s holes. They let out sweet cries. Mena had one hand on her sister’s shoulder, keeping her pinned down as best she could, while Tena did not py just with her white-haired twin’s pussy, but her backdoor as well.

  “Such a bad girl, always struggling,” Mena compined in her gentle voice.

  “I can’t help iiit,” Tena panted, again causing her bratty sister a little bit of frustration.

  Rykard let them py with each other for a little longer, taking in all he could. The anal py continued on one side, while Mena kept trying to keep her physically superior sister down. They were getting each other closer and closer to orgasm, that much was obvious, but Rykard saw his in. He well and truly had the thing those two needed to elevate their sex life from satisfying to euphoric: a firm hand.

  With one cp, he grabbed the attention of the twins. They gnced in his direction at first, then both fully concentrated on his naked form. The view they had of him in the morning did not compare to the complete reveal of his chiseled physique they got now. Painted by sunrays, he knew his pale form was as exotic to them as their brown curves were to him. More than that, they hadn’t seen a man in possibly years and they certainly hadn’t seen a cock like his standing at attention before.

  It was enough to put a sudden stop to their lesbian engagement. Excited flushes turned even deeper. “Come here, sves,” he told the two, tapping the ground between his parted legs. They obeyed before they could consider otherwise, despite how close to orgasm they must have been. “Good girls, you’re just made to be sex pets.” He pulled the twins into a new embrace and kissed them.

  First was Tena. The druid’s red lips still tasted of pineapple. Her lips smelled of fallen leaves and fertile earth. “Of course you pick her first,” Mena grumbled.

  Rykard took a handful of Mena’s hair and pulled, forcing her to expose her throat. A swift series of kisses showered the vulnerable skin, as he made his way up to her ear. Each time his lips caressed her taut exterior, her breathing hitched. “Compining about your Master’s actions is a dangerous road, doll,” he warned her.

  Tena moaned loudly enough that Rykard was halfway convinced she had a soft orgasm from the reprimand. The reaction of a brat that had been waiting years for someone to push back on her. A soft brat, incomparable to others Rykard had the pleasure with over the years, but a brat nonetheless. A brat that liked to be degraded, abused, objectified, taken outdoors, get both her lower holes pyed with, and filled to the brim with hot seed.

  Rykard tasted her lips as well. She, too, had the taste of pineapple still clinging to her golden mouth. She smelled of fresh flowers and fruit. Her arms wrapped around his neck, to apologize for her tone by giving him every centimetre of her tongue that his own could whirl around. She let him conquer every bit of her mouth.

  Tena had been following all of that with an envious stare. She bit her lower lip, right up until Rykard forced her own head back as well, then kissed her in much the same way. She too loved the outdoors, she loved to be mated with like an animal kept for private pleasure. She liked it rough, she liked the pain, she liked to be degraded and she too liked the idea of being filled to the brim.

  “Either of you ever been fucked by a man before?” Rykard asked and they shook their heads. He smirked. “Only each other?” They nodded in unison. “Then how about you two lovely set of holes get used to the only cock you’ll ever serve?” He directed them to kneel, to face each other, and to wrap their tits around his shaft.

  It was an unfair competition. Mena’s huge tits outweighed that of her sister two to one. On one side, Rykard felt the boundless squish of the priestess, on the other, Tena’s averagely sized breasts provided a pleasing amount of addition.

  They were too entranced by the view of his rge dick gliding up and down between their joined cleavages to care. Green eyes stared at the pale member that stood out so clearly. Precum lubricated their tits within moments. The fruit and the anticipation had left Rykard wanting in his own right.

  The duo had the right idea when it came to serving him. Mena cupped her huge tits, while Tena curved her back, both actions adding to the pressure as they jiggled their chests. They had the right idea… but they weren’t any good at it.

  “So hot,” Tena gasped.

  “By Tey… the only cock we’ll ever need,” Mena moaned.

  “The cock that will breed you both,” Rykard told them and gave them both a gentle shove. That was enough of the forepy. He would teach them how to give a proper titjob another day… or at least Mena. “Let’s not waste any more time on that front. Mouth to pussy, the two of you.”

  Rykard could see the gears in their heads turning. A tiny bit of common sense may have told them that getting knocked up by him already was not how these things usually went. A demanding gre told them that common sense did not apply when dealing with this king. “”Yes, Master,”” they answered in unison.

  The fraternal twins were all over each other again. The 69 position was one they had an expected amount of experience in. Mena was on top again, Tena at the bottom, and they were licking each other before Rykard could give them permission to do so. He let it pass, for today. Just one of those many things new submissives had to be taught first.

  “Now, which one of you two do I take first?” Rykard thought out loud.

  “Me, please,” Mena let hear a quick whimper. “You kissed her first, its mhhhhhhhhmyyyy—-” Her sentence ended when Rykard delivered a smack to her behind.

  “Fuck, she’s never been this wet before,” he heard Tena whisper between long licks.

  “You can beg, but you cannot demand, toy.” Rykard reprimanded her. Tena nodded repeatedly. Feverish eagerness mixed into the gesture, when he pushed a thumb into her asshole. “My haremettes are my cocksleeves. My willing, consenting sex sves. You should understand what that means, since you’re a slut of the same make. A nice and loyal slut, isn’t that right?”

  “Yessssh, Mastahrrr!”

  “Good girl…” Rykard effortlessly picked the two of them up and turned them around, so that Tena now id on top. “...then let me feel that tongue while I deflower your sister.”

  The redhead moaned out loud, when he rubbed the tip of his cock against her eagerly awaiting petals. He spread the brown cunt a little, looked at the pretty, bright pink that awaited him past the outer folds. Looking over her shoulder, the toned druid awaited the moment. These two must have known they were never complete lesbians, considering how eagerly she wiggled her ass and how readily her sister licked the underside of his cock.

  The tip of Mena’s tongue kept circling around Tena’s clit, then up what of his shaft she could reach, only to go back down again. “Deliciousssshhhh,” she slurred, her tone dreamy and brat broken. The touch of her tongue accompanied Rykard, when he slowly pushed inside.

  Tena was tight. Trained muscles cmped down on his cock. “Rex, kitty,” he growled at her. It had some effect, but he still needed to lean forwards to put a bit more weight behind his advance. Her snug walls quivered. He put a hand on the back of her back and pinned her against Mena’s cunt. “Don’t forget to serve me together,” he hummed, putting emphasis on that st word. “You’re my set of exotic sex sves.”

  Their answers were slurred by the busywork of their tongues. Tena ate out her sister, while Mena moaned and worshiped the sack now in reach of her golden lips. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed into her. After almost twenty seconds, he was in all the way to the base.

  Had he not pumped three loads into Vyra for breakfast, he would have cum then and there.

  Instead, Rykard remained. He kept his breathing steady, basked in the sounds of worshipping mouths. Shame was a word not in the twins repertoire, it seemed. Tena was penetrating her white-haired sister’s cunt with her tongue, while fingering the backdoor. Mena had gone from merely tonguebathing his balls to popping one, then the other into her mouth and sucking on them. He could hear her mumble blessings in between kisses.

  “May Tey bless… .thish mosssht wanted of union… may she give ush twins…. Embodyyying the asshpectshh of her wishdooomm…. May hissssh sheed be fertile… and may our wombs take it…” On and on went the prayer of fertility, growing louder as Rykard pulled back. As he fucked Tena, Mena’s tongue was free to form the words clearer. “Tey, goddess that blessed the union of us twins, give us more! Give us more! We dedicate ourselves to this powerful husband, that he may protect our children, that he may give us strong seed! Goddess, he is making my sister scream!”

  Tena would have thrown her head back at that moment, had Rykard not kept his hand on her neck. Bowed over her like a dog over a bitch, he was rutting into her. The virgin quim had gotten used to his size and so he slid in and out. The druid added her own prayers to the mix - if they could be called that. “YES! YES! YES - yes, yes, yes, Tey, he is fucking me, fuck, I thought he would try to steal my sister, but he is breeding me and then he’ll breed her! He’s giving us the pce you wanted for us, ye–e-e-eesssss, a pce where we cannnnn lovvvvve and make many more fit and fertile children for you, goddessssssss bless his coock, I love his cock!”

  “Bless his cock, I love his cock,” Mena echoed. Rykard’s cock glided over her tongue with every thrust.

  The pace reached a fever pitch. “I’m cumming,” the dom grunted. The words sent Tena into a frenzy. As much as being pinned allowed her, she thrust her bubble butt back at him. CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! Flesh met flesh, rapidly bringing Rykard to the edge.

  “FILLLLLL MEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Tena screamed.

  Her wish was obliged.

  Cum spurted into the depths of her tight cunt. Rykard stayed, pushed right up against her squishy backside. His balls tightened over and over again. Each gush of seed was spurred on by the venerating tongue that vibrated with muffled prayers. He came and Tena let out quiet rattles, her voice snuffed out by the onsught of her own multi-orgasmic climax.

  Rykard would have loved to bask in the glory of the moment for longer, but he could not. The job was only half-finished.

  With the boundless virility of a man that would y cim to a harem, he pulled out. His cock was still erect, leaving behind an agape hole. Before his seed could truly drip from her gushing pussy, Rykard turned the twins around again, so Tena was at the bottom once more. He circled around. No order was necessary to tell the redhead to worship his manhood while he pressed against the drenched folds of her fraternal twin.

  “Tey, bless us twins! Give us twins of our own, be it in our wombs our through the seed we share!” Mena managed to get out a final prayer, before Rykard smmed into her. After that, she was all screams and single words.

  She was looser, a less adventurous lifestyle having left her with less muscles to surround those walls of hers. Looser than gripping tight still meant plenty tight and so Rykard inhaled deeply. He was still extremely sensitive from his st orgasm, but he did not let that stop him.

  The sensitivity faded, while he began to move. In and out, holding the curvy wood elf by the inwards swing of her wide hips. “For a holy woman, you sure have an indecent body!” Rykard decred and gave that fat ass another smack. The jiggles caused were barely different from those the rhythmic thrusting caused. Butt and thighs were both so pliable, so feminine and alluring. Every aspect of her curves reflected her devotion to fertility. “I know you want to lick my cum out of your sister. Go ahead. You’re my depraved toy now, my sex sve, you get to indulge in all the fun things that I allow you to.”

  “Thaaa-hnk you, Massshthaaaahr,” Mena screamed, before burying her face between the toned thighs of the redhead. A redhead whose sighs pleasure caressed Rykard’s seed-filled sack. Whatever prayers she had on her mind, she wrote them out with her tongue rather than speaking them.

  The pace was rapid, the walls of the cunt around him tight. Rykard raced to the finish line, unwilling and unable to add more minutes to the time between the twins wombs having their first taste of his seed. ‘Sisters like this should always be kept close together,’ he thought, sincerely, before the world went white.

  Lightning crackled up and down his spine. The siblings went quiet. The forest by and rge was oddly quiet. It was as if the entire forest held its breath, while spurt after spurt of white hot cum exploded into the depths of the blessed of Tey.

  Rykard’s satisfaction spread through all of his limbs. Twins in his harem. Bred twins of a nature goddess in his harem. A redheaded elf in his harem. A brown-skinned elf in his harem. A gold-marked elf in his harem. Two more gorgeous breeding sves in his harem. More wombs to fill, more hair to brush, more brilliant conversations to be had.

  ‘Gods, I do thank you for choosing me,’ Rykard thought, while his orgasm petered out. He stayed deep inside Mena, letting her twitching folds wring every st drop out of him. Before he slowly pulled out. Both twins were in a post-orgasmic haze, prolonged by the eager taste they got of the mixture of seed and pussy juice. “Delicioussssshhh,” they kept on panting, until the quivers made them both colpse.

  Heavily breathing, the two id next to each other. Rykard sat by their side, pying with their hair. They had things to discuss once they gathered their breath again.

  For now, they just basked in the sunshine.