Painted.

He looked down.

Jennifer: lying on her back with his seed running down both breasts and her milk still leaking from the nipple he’d been at, her hairy cunt wet and red-fingered and gaping at the air, her eyes — glassy, tear-marked, looking up at him with the expression of a woman who has been completely and comprehensively undone.

Yuna: beneath him, her legs still trembling from the mating press, her pussy still leaking the mixture of blood and seed and arousal that had been accumulating for the last two hours, his cum on her chin, her chest, her eyes — wet and direct and looking up at him with the specific, devastating combination of love and completely destroyed dignity.

He looked at them both.

"’Now you both look delicious.’"

His hand moved.

SLAP — Jennifer’s breast, the full weight of his palm landing on the milk-flushed flesh, the soft weight bouncing hard with the impact, her nipple spraying—

"’AAANGHH~!!’"

SLAP — Yuna’s, immediately after, the tighter bounce of younger flesh—

"’HIEEK~!!’"

He leaned down.

His mouth found Yuna’s breast — the swollen nipple, the red-marked skin — and ’sucked.’

Hard. The deep pull, his tongue working the bud, his teeth grazing the edge.

She sobbed.

"’Raven — please—’" Her voice. The ragged, raw version of her voice that existed past tears. "’Please — please be gentle — I can’t—’"

He lifted his head.

He looked at her face.

The warm, direct, entirely unruffled expression of a man who has considered the word ’gentle’ and has a response prepared.

"’I am being gentle... specially given, I need to tame you both tonight."

He pinched them both at the same time.

Left hand on Yuna. Right hand on Jennifer.

Thumbs and forefingers finding both sets of nipples simultaneously — the tight, swollen bud of the girl and the thick, milk-loaded teat of the woman — and he twisted, just enough, just past the edge of just-enough.

"AAANGHH~!!" — Yuna’s hips bucked clean off the mattress.

"HIIEEK~!!" — Jennifer’s spine arched like a bow drawn too far.

Milk sprayed from Jennifer’s left nipple in a thin, warm jet, catching Yuna’s cheek. Yuna’s mouth opened and a sound came out that was not quite a word and not quite a moan — somewhere between both — her hands flying up to grab his wrists and finding absolutely zero purchase because his grip did not negotiate.

He pulled.

Both nipples stretched between his fingers, the soft flesh of both sets of breasts distending upward, the full heavy weight of Jennifer’s hanging tits pulling against the grip while Yuna’s tighter, younger ones reddened under the pressure.

"Raven—RAVEN—LET—"

"PLEASE—IT’S TOO—MASTER—"

He pushed their bodies together.

Not gently. He grabbed both women by the back of the head — one fist in Yuna’s hair, one fist in Jennifer’s — and shoved, pressing their chests together face to face, the thick milk-warm softness of Jennifer’s breasts mashing into the tight, fresh curve of Yuna’s, nipple against nipple, both sets of tits compressed between two bodies that were now nose-to-nose, eye-to-eye, breathing the same air.

Yuna stared at Jennifer’s face from three inches away.

Jennifer stared back.

Both of them with the same expression — the blown, glassy look of women who are past the point of having opinions about what is happening to them and are simply receiving it.

His cock slid between them.

Into the channel their mashed chests created — the warm, soft tunnel of four breasts pressed together around his shaft — and he *thrust.*

SLHKK—

"Oh—" Yuna’s breath. Involuntary.

"Nnh~—" Jennifer’s, matching.

His cock dragged through the squeezed warmth of both their chests on each stroke, the head appearing above the tops of their breasts with every push and disappearing back into the soft heat on every pull. Jennifer’s milk ran freely now — squeezed out of her by the pressure, coating the valley between them, making the slide wetter, warmer, the cock moving through milk and sweat and the slick residue of the last several hours.

PAH—SLHKK—PAH—SLHKK—

"Ahn~— Ahn~— Mnh~—" Yuna, quiet, overwhelmed, muffled against Jennifer’s shoulder.

"Hngh~— ngh~— mmnh~—" Jennifer, her chin on Yuna’s head, her tears running into the girl’s hair.

He looked down at them both and his jaw tightened.

He pulled Yuna up first.

Grabbed her under the arms, hauled her upright onto his lap — the full straddle, her thighs landing on either side of his hips, his cock pressed vertical between them — and before she could orient herself his hand was already at the back of her head pulling it down toward his chest while the other hand found her waist and *lifted* her directly over his cock.

She felt the tip at her entrance.

The pussy entrance. Still swollen. Still warm. Still carrying the evidence of the first hour.

"Wait — wait — WAIT—"

PHAAACKK!

"IAAAANGHH~!!"

She came down in one drop, gravity and his arms together, the full nine inches vanishing into the wet, seed-soaked channel of her cunt — her ass slapping down against his thighs with the dense, carrying crack of skin on skin — and her whole body jerked, her head snapping back, her mouth spraying a thin line of saliva at the impact.

His mouth found Jennifer’s breast immediately.

Jennifer was kneeling beside them — he had arranged this without ceremony, one hand grabbing her hip and positioning her at his shoulder level — and he sucked her nipple into his mouth while bouncing Yuna on his cock, both actions simultaneous, the deep pull at Jennifer’s teat producing its thin warm jet while his hips drove upward into Yuna with the blurring pace that erased thinking.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"AAANGHH~!! TOO—DEEP—RAVEN—MY STOMACH—" Yuna’s hands scrabbling at his shoulders.

"MMNH~!! Your mouth—your—HNGH~!!" Jennifer, his teeth grazing her nipple, milk running down his chin.

He bit down.

"AAAHH~!!"

The milk came harder — pressured, the jet of it spraying sideways — and he swallowed what he caught and let the rest run and bounced Yuna harder, her ass clapping his thighs on every descent, the wet slap of her cunt taking him filling the room at a pace that was leaving marks on the hotel wallpaper from the bed frame.

Then he switched.

Mid-stroke, he simply lifted Yuna off — the cock pulling free with a wet, sucking sound, seed and arousal stringing between them — and dropped her sideways on the mattress before turning and grabbing Jennifer by the hips and *driving* his cock directly into her cunt in one unbroken motion.

Jennifer didn’t have the breath to scream. The sound she made was the sound of a woman whose lungs had been compressed by surprise — a single, airless "HHEEK~—" — before her voice caught up.

"AAANGHH~!! I JUST — I WAS RESTING — RAVEN—"

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"HIIEEK~!! HNGH~!! YOUR COCK — IT’S STILL — FROM HER — I CAN FEEL HER ON—AAANGHH~!!"

Yuna, on the mattress beside them, was pressing her thighs together. Her pussy was still gaping. Still leaking. Her hand had gone to her own belly without her deciding it — pressing against the soft bulge of him that had been inside her thirty seconds ago as if she could still feel the shape of his absence.

’He just—’

’He pulled out and put it straight into—’

’Without even—’

She watched Jennifer’s thick ass clapping back against his hips.

The full, generous shaking of it — the flesh moving in wide, hypnotic arcs on each impact — and Jennifer’s face pressed down into the pillow and her fists gripping the headboard and the sounds she was making were not the sounds of a woman who had anything left.

He fucked her anyway.