In Another World, All Milfs Will Be Mine-Chapter 140: (R-18) [Chapter - ] - The Double Feast (Part - 2)

Chapter 140: (R-18) [Chapter - 140] - The Double Feast (Part - 2)

Belladonna didn’t waste time with words. She leaned forward, her dark hair brushing against Leo’s thighs, and took him into her mouth.

Slurp.

She was aggressive, experienced. She took him deep, bypassing the tip and engulfing the shaft, her head bobbing with a rhythmic intensity that sent jolts of electricity straight up Leo’s spine.

She made eye contact, looking up at him through her lashes, her gaze challenging, possessing. Mine, her eyes seemed to say. I can take all of you.

Seraphine, seeing her territory invaded, shook off her shyness. She leaned in from the side. She was gentler, worshipful. She couldn’t fit him in her mouth alongside Belladonna, so she improvised.

She kissed the side of his shaft, her tongue tracing the prominent purple veins that pulsed with his heartbeat.

She licked the tip that peeked out of Belladonna’s lips, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head, catching the pre-cum that Belladonna’s deep throat coaxed out.

There was no romance between the women. No shared glances or soft touches or "let’s share." In fact, Belladonna nudged Seraphine with her shoulder, reclaiming territory, forcing Seraphine to work for her spot.

Seraphine pushed back, her competitive streak flaring, her hand gripping Leo’s thigh to steady herself as she licked the underside of his shaft, teasing his balls.

It was a competition of pleasure, and Leo was the prize.

Leo groaned, his hands finding their heads. He buried his fingers in Seraphine’s blonde locks and Belladonna’s dark waves, guiding them, setting the pace.

"That’s it," Leo growled, his hips bucking slightly involuntarily. "Good girls. Drain me."

Belladonna pulled off with a loud pop, saliva trailing from her lips to his cock. "Not yet, Master," she whispered, her voice husky. "We’re just getting started."

He grabbed Belladonna by the shoulders and hauled her up. "Up," he commanded. "I want those tits."

She rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, smirking. She straddled his left leg, bringing her chest level with his face, but Leo guided her hips so she was positioned directly in front of his cock.

He reached out and grabbed her heavy breasts, kneading them through the sheer silk before hooking his fingers into the fabric and ripping it down. Her breasts spilled out, large, heavy, and flushed with heat. Her nipples were dark erasers, stiff and pointing at him.

"Use them," Leo said.

Belladonna pressed her breasts together around his hardened shaft. She sandwiched him between the soft, yielding flesh, creating a channel of warmth. She leaned forward, sliding him between her cleavage.

The sensation was exquisite. The softness of her breasts contrasted with the hardness of his erection. Belladonna moved back and forth, fucking his cock with her tits, her nipples brushing against the head with every stroke. She looked him in the eye, biting her lip, losing herself in the friction.

"Is this better?" she panted, looking down at his cock disappearing between her breasts. "Does this feel good, Leo?"

"It feels tight," Leo grunted. "Harder."

She picked up the pace, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm, slapping against his chest.

Seraphine wasn’t idle. Seeing her spot at his crotch occupied, she knelt beside him on the bed. She crawled up his side, a lioness stalking her prey. She pressed her body against his right side, her hands running over his chest, exploring every muscle, every scar.

She kissed his neck, sucking gently on the pulse point. "Thank you," she whispered against his skin, her hot breath sending shivers down his flank. "Thank you for saving me. Thank you for killing him."

She bit his earlobe, a sharp, stinging pain that mixed perfectly with the pleasure. She ran her hands down his stomach, worshipping his body while Belladonna serviced his cock.

"You’re a god, Leo," Seraphine murmured, her hand sliding down to play with his balls, massaging them in time with Belladonna’s strokes. "A cruel, beautiful god."

Leo threw his head back, his eyes rolling. The visual of Belladonna’s tits engulfing him, the feeling of Seraphine’s tongue on his neck, the scent of their arousal... it was intoxicating.

"Bella!" Leo rasped, grabbing her hips. "Stop teasing. I need to be inside you."

He pulled her closer. Belladonna stopped the titty fuck, leaving his cock glistening with saliva and sweat.

She climbed fully onto his lap, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back. She hovered over him for a second, the tip of his cock teasing her wet, dripping entrance. She reached down, guiding him with her hand.

"Do it," Leo dared her.

With a slow, agonizing slide, she sank down.

"Fuuuuuck," Leo hissed through gritted teeth as she swallowed him whole. She was tight, incredibly hot, and wet from anticipation. She felt like velvet and fire.

Belladonna gasped, her head falling onto his shoulder for a moment as she adjusted to his size. "You... you’re too big today," she complained breathlessly, though her hips immediately began to grind.

He was deep. There was no distance between them. Her chest was pressed against his, her nipples hardening against his skin. Her face was inches from his.

She began to move, grinding her hips in a slow, circular motion that hit every nerve ending. Squelch. Grind.

"You own this city now, Leo," she whispered, her voice trembling with the effort of taking him. "You own the army. You own us."

As Leo thrust upwards, driving deep into her womb, he captured her lips in a fierce kiss. It was a battle for dominance. Tongues clashed, teeth grazed lips. They were locked together, chest to chest, grinding against each other with zero distance. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, frantic and wild.

Seraphine moved behind him on the bed. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders from the back, sandwiching him between her and Belladonna. She pressed her breasts against his back, her nipples digging into his shoulder blades through her lace bra.

She kissed the back of his neck, her hands wandering down his chest to join the fray, gripping Belladonna’s hips to help pull her down onto Leo.

"Don’t forget me," Seraphine murmured into his ear, her voice laced with jealousy. "I want you too. It’s my turn."

She reached down between his legs, her fingers finding the spot where he and Belladonna were joined, playing with his balls, adding another layer of stimulation that made Leo arch his back.

"Wait your turn, Princess," Belladonna gasped, breaking the kiss to look over Leo’s shoulder at Seraphine. "He’s busy."

"He has enough for both of us," Seraphine retorted, biting Leo’s shoulder.

"Get up," Leo commanded, his voice strained. He was close. He needed to finish this, and he needed to claim the one who had started this fire.

He stood up, lifting Belladonna effortlessly before setting her down on her feet. She wobbled slightly, her legs jelly, and a string of fluids leaked from her as he pulled out. She smiled, her eyes glazed with lust.

Leo turned to Seraphine. Her eyes went wide.

He grabbed her by the arm and spun her around, bending her over the heavy oak table—the same table where they had planned wars and sieges. He shoved her face down onto the map of the kingdom.

"Leo!" she cried out, clutching the edge of the wood as he positioned himself behind her. She arched her back, presenting herself. Her lace panties were soaked. He didn’t bother taking them off; he just pulled the crotch aside.

He didn’t warn her. He didn’t hesitate. He entered her from behind in one smooth, powerful thrust, driving deep into the core of her.

"AHHH!" Seraphine screamed, her head thrown back, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the table. It was a cry of shock, of pleasure, of release. "Leo! Yes! Break me!"

He set a punishing pace. Slap. Slap. Slap. His hips crashed against her unmatched buttocks, the sound echoing through the room. This was primal. This was the release of weeks of tension. Every thrust was a statement: You are alive. You are mine. You are safe.

Her walls clamped around him, milking him with every stroke. She was tighter than Belladonna, untouched for so long, desperate for this connection.

Belladonna moved to the other side of the table. She stood in front of Seraphine, but she didn’t touch her. She reached out across the table, over Seraphine’s bent form, and grabbed Leo’s hands. She intertwined her fingers with his, anchoring him as he pounded into the noblewoman.

Then she leaned in. Leo leaned forward over Seraphine’s back. Belladonna met him halfway.

He kissed Belladonna deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, while his hips continued to hammer into Seraphine. He was fucking one Queen while kissing the other, a bridge of pleasure connecting them all. Seraphine was the vessel, Belladonna was the anchor.

Seraphine sobbed below him, unraveling completely. "Leo... Leo, please... I’m going to—!"

"Cum for me," Leo growled against Belladonna’s lips, breaking the kiss to look down at Seraphine’s flushed face pressed against the map. "Both of you. Now."

"That’s it," Leo growled, leaning over her back. "Take every inch of it. You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted to forget?"

"Yes!" Seraphine sobbed, pushing back against him. "Yes! Make me forget! Fuck the memory out of me!"

Belladonna walked around the table. She stood in front of Seraphine. She didn’t touch her. Instead, she reached out across the table and placed her hands on Leo’s chest, leaning in close.

"Kiss me," Belladonna said, her eyes dark and heavy.

Leo leaned forward over Seraphine’s bent back. While he hammered into Seraphine from behind, driving her into the wood with animalistic force, he captured Belladonna’s lips.

It was sensory overload.

He was fucking one woman while kissing the other.

He could feel Seraphine’s tight heat gripping his cock, her screams vibrating through his hips. He could taste Belladonna’s desire, her tongue sparring with his.

Seraphine clamped down on him, her inner muscles spasming in a violent, beautiful climax. She screamed his name, her body shaking uncontrollably. Belladonna moaned, watching the sight, her own climax triggered by the sheer intensity of the scene.

With a final, guttural roar, Leo drove deep, burying himself to the hilt, and emptied himself into Seraphine. He poured wave after wave of hot seed into her, filling her, marking her.

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