Reincarnated into a Femdom Fantasy World (18+)-Chapter 25: Easy, darling 18+ [1/3]

"What?" he croaked, his hazel eyes widening, his hands clenching at his sides.

Jake's stomach churned as Maraith led him through Valthera's familiar halls, silently, her black maid's uniform rustling faintly with each measured step.

The torchlight danced across her glasses, her serious face an unreadable mask, and his gulp still echoed in his throat from her calm announcement—an activity session. He understood what it really was, another breeding session, inescapable, pulling him back into the kingdom's relentless rhythm.

They stopped at the same chamber as before, its violet velvet walls shimmering under the chandelier's golden glow, the air thick with spiced musk, the crimson carpet soft under his bare feet as the heavy door thudded shut behind them.

Two women awaited him in the center, their presence starkly different.

The first was a fair-skinned human, her blonde hair cascading in loose waves over her shoulders, glinting like spun gold in the light.

She wore a sluttish outfit—black lace lingerie that barely contained her pert breasts, the fabric sheer enough to hint at her pink nipples, a garter belt cinching her narrow waist, stockings clinging to her long legs, ending in heels that clicked faintly as she shifted. Her blue eyes darted shyly to the floor, a flush creeping up her neck, her lips parted slightly, her youthful curves soft yet enticing.

The second was a witch, mature and imposing, her white-pale skin a stark canvas against the dark robe that draped her voluptuous frame, its deep neckline revealing the swell of her massive breasts, their black nipples pressing faintly through the fabric.

Her hair, lips, and eyes were a matching midnight black, her gaze sharp and knowing, her big curves—wide hips, thick thighs—shifting with a confident sway as she stood, her robe slit high to tease the edges of black stockings and a lacy bra beneath.

Maraith guided Jake to the room's center, her voice cutting through the quiet. "Master, meet Lyssa," she said, nodding to the blonde human, "and Evadne," gesturing to the witch.

She reached into her pocket, producing a white glove with a flourish, her glasses flashing as she slipped it onto her hand, her movements precise and clinical. "I'll ensure they're ready," she added, her tone flat, her curvy frame turning toward Lyssa first.

Jake averted his eyes, his cheeks burning as he faced the wall, knowing what came next from past encounters—the thorough, invasive checks Maraith performed with unwavering duty.

Lyssa's shy gasp reached his ears as Maraith's gloved hand roamed her body, firm fingers cupping her pert breasts, squeezing gently, thumbs brushing her nipples through the lace until they hardened, a soft whimper escaping her.

The head maid's hand slid lower, parting Lyssa's thighs with a nudge, her fingers slipping beneath the lace thong, probing her insides with slow, deliberate strokes—sliding in deep, curling against her slick walls, the wet sound faint but unmistakable.

Lyssa's breath hitched, her fair skin flushing as Maraith's thumb grazed her clit, then withdrew, only to press a finger against her asshole, pushing past the tight ring with a steady thrust, stretching her as Lyssa bit her lip, her shy demeanor crumbling under the erotic scrutiny.

Maraith moved to Evadne next, tugging the witch's robe open with a flick of her wrist, revealing a sluttish ensemble beneath—black stockings hugging her thick thighs, a lacy bra straining against her massive breasts, her black nipples stark against her pale skin, a thong barely covering her hips.

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Evadne met Maraith's gaze with a cheeky smirk, her midnight eyes glinting as the head maid's gloved hand cupped her curves, kneading her heavy breasts, fingers pinching her dark nipples until they peaked, a low hum escaping her throat.

Maraith's hand dipped between Evadne's legs, parting her thong to plunge two fingers into her pussy, pumping with a steady rhythm, her slick heat coating the glove as Evadne rocked her hips slightly, her smirk widening.

The maid's finger circled her asshole next, pressing in deep, stretching her with a slow twist, and Evadne chuckled, her voice a husky tease as Maraith withdrew. "Thorough as ever, darling—did I pass your little test?"

Maraith's expression remained stone, her glasses glinting as she peeled off the glove, snapping her fingers once.

snap

A blue flame erupted, consuming the glove in a flash, leaving no ash, the faint scent of ozone lingering as she turned to Jake. "They're ready when you are, Master," she said, her voice even, her curvy frame stepping back to the wall, her duty done.

Jake hesitated, his heart hammering against his ribs, his cheeks flaming as he turned slowly, the women stepping closer in unison, their scents weaving through the room's musky air—Lyssa's light floral sweetness, a whisper of lavender, mingling with Evadne's rich, spiced musk, heavy with clove and amber.

The chandelier's golden light bathed them, their presence a magnetic pull, each move deliberate, shaped by who they were.

Lyssa approached first, her fair hands trembling slightly as they brushed his chest, her lace-clad breasts grazing his tunic, the contact tentative yet electric. Her blue eyes flicked up to his, wide and uncertain, before dropping shyly as she fumbled with his tunic's hem, tugging it upward with hesitant tugs, her fingers grazing his skin—soft, unsure strokes over his ribs that sent a shiver racing through him.

"M-Master," she murmured, her voice a soft stammer, barely audible as she finally peeled the fabric off, her blonde hair spilling forward to curtain her flushed face, her touch lingering on his collarbone like she wasn't sure what came next.

Evadne moved with a predator's grace, her robe already shed, her pale skin glowing under the light, her massive breasts swaying in their lacy bra, black nipples stark against the sheer fabric, her thick curves pressing close as she stepped behind him.

Her black trimmed nails traced lazy circles on his shoulders, not raking but teasing, a slow drag that left heat in their wake, her stockings rustling as she leaned in, her breath warm against his neck. "Easy, darling," she purred, her voice a velvet caress, mature and assured, her dark lips brushing his ear as she slid her hands down his arms, guiding them up to pin them gently above his head, her body a commanding curve against his back.

Lyssa's shyness held her back, her fair hands hovering as she knelt, her blonde locks tumbling over his thighs, her breath shaky as she tugged his pants down inch by inch, her fingers brushing his hips with a featherlight touch that made his pulse jump.

She paused, her blue eyes darting up again, a silent plea for approval, before her lips parted, her warm breath ghosting over his hardening length—not a bold lick, but a hesitant kiss, soft and uncertain, her fair hands resting on his thighs, trembling as she whispered, "Master, is... is this okay?" Her innocence was disarming, her touch a quiet exploration that left him reeling.

Evadne chuckled low, her black hair spilling over his shoulder as she pressed closer, her lacy thong brushing his lower back, her thick thighs framing his hips as she rocked against him subtly, her magic humming—a faint, electric pulse that tingled along his spine, amplifying every sensation.

She released his arms, her hands sliding to his chest, her black fingertips circling his nipples with a slow, deliberate pressure, her lips grazing his jaw as she murmured, "Oh, darling, you're too sweet for her nerves—let me show her how it's done." She tilted his head back with a gentle grip on his chin, her dark eyes locking onto his, her mature confidence a stark contrast to Lyssa's timidity, her spiced scent enveloping him as she nipped his throat, a teasing bite that sparked heat through his veins.

The room pulsed with their play—Lyssa's shy, halting touches below, her soft kisses growing bolder but still unsure, her fair hands cupping him gently, testing her courage; Evadne's assured, sensual control above, her curves a warm press, her magic weaving a subtle thread of arousal through him, her black lips trailing to his ear.

"You're ours tonight, darling," Evadne whispered, her voice a seductive hum, rich with promise, her dark eyes glinting as she held him captive in her embrace.