Ethan’s hips trembled beneath the mounting pressure of Elena’s enormous black tits and Alice’s large pale tits wrapped tight around his cock, smothering his length from every side.

The soft, pillowy flesh slid up and down his shaft at an ever-increasing pace, each stroke sending thick ripples through the two fleshy mounds as they pressed against one another, deep creases forming where dark and pale skin met around his cock.

A hoarse groan of pleasure escaped his lips, muffled by Evelyn’s ass, her plump cheeks jiggling with every slow roll of her hips.

Noticing their man’s tremor, Elena and Alice grew excited themselves.

Their movements paused for a breath, and their hot tongues ran over the bulbous head of his member, tasting the salty flavor of his swollen skin as they felt the tremors coursing through his length intensify.

Sweet smiles played on their full lips, and they soon refocused on their task, lifting their breasts high before letting them fall onto Ethan’s cock in rhythmic, heavy slaps.

The soft flesh flattened against his pelvis with each descent, the impact sending shockwaves radiating outward through the milky and the ebony mounds, their tits bouncing with the force of every drop.

They could feel the throbbing of his member growing stronger, just as Evelyn’s muffled moans rose faster and more desperate above.

He was about to come.

Sensing it, Elena let Alice take over Ethan’s cock.

Her pink lips closed around the reddened tip, her full cheeks sinking in with firm, eager suction as her tongue swirled across the sensitive crown.

Meanwhile, both women kept moving their breasts in small, steady pulses, never stopping the soft massage until, at last, Alice felt the pressure in her mouth shift.

She pulled her face away quickly, and the two women’s breasts immediately engulfed the reddened glans, trapping it in the smothering heat of their pressed flesh.

The next moment, with a slight thrust of his hips, Ethan came.

His cum flooded the valley between their breasts in seconds, gushing out in an absurd amount and painting their skin with pearly liquid that spilled from the four corners where those huge breasts met, thick ropes sliding down the soft curves of their cleavage.

The two remained still for a moment before parting with soft, satisfied moans.

Their tits glistened, heavy and slick with cum, thick shiny strands stretching lazily through the air as they connected their creamy skin to each other and to Ethan’s cock at the center of it all.

"Nghnn~~ sweetheart, you came so much this time, fufufu~~" Elena laughed, trailing her fingers over her black tits now streaked white, her heavy breasts swaying as she scooped up the warm semen and brought it to her lips, savoring it with a low, throaty moan.

Alice blushed at the sight, her eyes drifting to Evelyn, who soon reached her own peak.

Her entire body trembled as the climax tore through her, and then she collapsed forward, her tanned breasts bouncing against Ethan’s abdomen, her lips parted in a breathless moan, aligned perfectly with his cock.

She choked, her previously closed eyes flying open as the cum-covered member sank into her throat in one smooth motion, her cheeks hollowing around its thickness.

She resisted at first, but her body soon gave in. Her lips closed firm around Ethan’s cock, and she slowly pulled back, cleaning every inch, leaving nothing behind.

The three exchanged glances, eyes lingering on the still-hard, throbbing member between them, and then they smiled.

Their night had only just begun.

And so they continued, finding peace only at dawn, when they gathered in Ethan’s spacious bathroom.

Their bodies sank into the central pool of warm water, the three of them nestled side by side between their Lord’s spread legs.

Elena took the center, her lips closed around the head of Ethan’s cock, while Alice and Evelyn tended to the sides, licking and kissing along the shaft with lazy affection.

His body, tested by the girls all night long, was covered in lipstick marks and faint scratches, while his lips curved in a soft, relaxed smile.

Life was good, and his heart was calm...

Accepting the blowjob from the three of them, Ethan simply let time pass, and when the beauties felt satisfied, he sank deeper into the bath with them, the warm water enveloping his tired muscles.

Alice and Evelyn claimed his lap, while Elena took his back, her large black tits squeezing firmly against his powerful shoulders, her stiff nipples pressing into his skin.

"That wounded man said something about his Lord... is he like you?" Alice asked after a moment of silence, her finger tracing lazy circles across his chest.

"Probably..." Ethan nodded, gently massaging the breasts of the two beauties on his lap, his eyes closed, almost letting sleep take him.

But he couldn’t, not yet.

"I’ll have to interrogate him today and find out as much as I can about the enemy forces... We only have this winter to prepare." Ethan sighed, worry briefly clouding his features.

It was terrible that his enemy had full knowledge of his existence and location, while he himself had no idea who was attacking him or the true extent of their power.

Finally, Ethan finished his bath and left the girls sleeping in his bed before setting out at sunrise, the sky tinged with orange on the horizon.

First, he headed to Roderik’s smithy, where the blacksmith was already lighting the forge.

Upon seeing his Lord’s arrival, the blacksmith bowed immediately, motioning for his now seven apprentices to do the same.

"My lord, to what do I owe your visit?"

"Nothing much," Ethan smiled, a dark gleam passing through his eyes. "I just want to borrow some tools. It’s okay if I get them a little bloody, isn’t it?"

Roderik was confused at first, but remembering the prisoner now waiting in the barracks to be interrogated, he nodded firmly and fetched some pliers, shears, and clamps that he thought might prove useful.

In the end, watching his Lord’s firm back walk away with the tools in hand, Roderik let out a heavy sigh.

"That guy’s fucked, isn’t he?" One of Roderik’s apprentices, a young man barely sixteen years old, whispered beside him, and Roderik nodded.

"Watch your mouth, kid." He turned back to the forge, the flames reflecting off his face, weathered by years of labor. "And yes, he’d better start making peace with the gods."

He couldn’t claim to know Ethan well, but he knew the anger in a man’s eyes.