My Goblin System : Levelling up with my SSS Class Devouring skill-Chapter 266

"Family," Sylvara repeated, the word seeming to hit her hard. "I haven’t had family since Mother died. Not real family. Just... just revenge and loneliness and—" She cut off, crying harder.

The women immediately surrounded her with hugs and comforting words, creating a protective cocoon of acceptance and support.

Satou watched with satisfaction. This was exactly what Sylvara needed—acceptance, community, people who cared about her for herself rather than for what she could do for them.

As the feast continued into the night, the crowd gradually began thinning. Children were carried off to bed by tired parents. Older residents made their excuses and headed home. Warriors who’d drunk too much were helped back to their quarters by more sober friends.

Eventually, only the core group remained—those closest to Satou and those too stubborn or drunk to leave yet.

Sylvara had finally passed out, her head resting on the table as she snored softly. The women who’d adopted her carefully lifted her and carried her back to her quarters, still treating her with gentle care despite her inebriated state.

Satou felt hands on both his arms—Jessica on the left, Lyra on the right. Both women were looking at him with similar expressions that made his heart rate increase.

"I think," Jessica said carefully, "that we should head home now."

"Agreed," Lyra added, her voice carrying a tone that suggested ’home’ was code for something specific.

"The feast is essentially over," Jessica continued. "Everyone else is going to their respective places. And you’ve been gone for days."

"We missed you," Lyra said simply, but there was heat in her eyes that made her meaning crystal clear.

Satou’s throat went dry. He’d been so focused on the mission, on surviving, on getting home, that he hadn’t really processed how much he’d missed them too. How much he wanted them. How much he needed the comfort and intimacy they offered.

"Then let’s go home," he said, his voice slightly rougher than normal.

They stood together, Jessica and Lyra still holding his arms as they guided him away from the feast. The remaining residents called out goodnight wishes, though several of them had knowing smiles that suggested they understood exactly what was about to happen.

The walk back to Satou’s quarters felt simultaneously too long and not long enough. Jessica kept pressing against his side, her body warm and soft. Lyra’s hand had moved from his arm to his hand, fingers interlaced with his.

They reached his quarters—a substantial building that served as both his private residence and his office for settlement business. But tonight, business was the furthest thing from anyone’s mind.

The moment the door closed behind them, the atmosphere changed. The playful, affectionate energy from earlier was still there, but it had transformed into something more intense. More needful.

Jessica turned to face Satou, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him. He obliged immediately, his hands moving to her waist as he deepened the kiss.

When they broke apart, both breathing harder, Jessica’s purple eyes were dark with desire. "Welcome home, Satou," she whispered. "Let me show you how much I missed you."

Lyra pressed against his back, her arms wrapping around him, her lips finding his neck. "We both want to show you," she murmured against his skin.

Satou’s control, already strained by days of stress and combat and forcing himself to stay focused, finally snapped.

He turned and captured Lyra’s mouth in a heated kiss while his hand found Jessica’s, pulling her closer.

Jessica then stepped right up to him . Her hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt. She pressed her whole body against his—soft tits squishing against him, hips rocking just a little so he could feel how needy she already was.

"I want you " she whispered, voice low and shaky. Her lips brushed his jaw. "I want... your mouth... your cock splitting me open."

Satou’s dick twitched hard in his pants. He grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezing the plump cheeks through her skirt. "Fuck, Jess. You talk like that and I won’t last five minutes."

Lyra came up behind him, pressing her front to his back. Her smaller tits flattened against his shoulder blades. She slipped her arms around his waist, fingers already dipping under the hem of his shirt to stroke the hard lines of his stomach.

"We don’t want you to last five minutes yet," Lyra murmured against the back of his neck. Her breath was hot. "We want you aching first. Dripping for us."

She nipped his earlobe, then sucked it gently. Satou groaned loud enough that it echoed off the walls.

Jessica dropped to her knees right there by the door. No waiting. No teasing games. She yanked at his belt, fingers fumbling because she was shaking so bad with want.

"Look how hard you are already," she breathed when she finally tugged his trousers down. His cock sprang out—thick, veiny, the fat head already shiny with pre-cum. "Poor baby. All swollen and leaking just for us."

Lyra knelt beside her. Their shoulders brushed, but that was it. All their focus stayed glued to Satou’s dick like it was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Jessica wrapped her hand around the base first—nice and tight. She gave one slow pump, watching a fresh bead of pre-cum well up at the slit.

Lyra leaned in and licked it off with the flat of her tongue. Long, slow drag from the underside all the way to the tip. Satou’s hips jerked forward.

"Fuck Lyra—"

Jessica grinned, filthy and proud. "She’s greedy tonight." Then she joined in, tongue flicking the other side of the head so they were both licking him at once—hot, wet tongues sliding over each other’s trails without ever touching lips.

They worked him like that for long, torturous minutes. Jessica would suck the fat crown into her warm mouth, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed shallow. Lyra would duck lower, sucking one heavy ball into her mouth, rolling it gently with her tongue while her fingers stroked the sensitive skin right behind his sack.