The night descended with a velvet hush, the moon casting silver threads through the high windows of Joana's chambers. The air hummed with quiet tension, the echoes of the previous evening still lingering in the bruised shadows beneath Dalla's eyes. She stood near the bed, her naked form illuminated by the soft flicker of oil lamps. Her body bore the marks of their last encounter—faint red welts across her ass, a tender flush on her breasts—yet she stood obediently, her chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders like a curtain of shame.
Aegon entered the room with a lazy swagger, his tunic already discarded to reveal the hard planes of his chest and the dark trail of hair leading down to his trousers. He stretched out on the bed, the furs beneath him molding to his broad frame as he propped himself on his elbows. His eyes locked onto Dalla, a slow, predatory smile curling his lips.
"Come here, girl," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Tonight, I want to feel those tits of yours all over me."
Joana, perched on a cushioned chair near the bedside, crossed her legs beneath her sheer robe, her gaze sharp and amused. She sipped her wine, content to watch as Dalla approached the bed, her movements hesitant but deliberate.
The maid climbed onto the furs, her full breasts swaying as she straddled Aegon's thighs. She pressed her chest against his legs, dragging her nipples along his skin in slow, sweeping motions. The friction hardened them to stiff peaks, and Aegon groaned, his head tipping back as she worked her way up his body.
Dalla's breasts slid over his muscled calves, then his thighs, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. She hesitated at his groin, but Aegon's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her higher.
She rubbed her tits across his abdomen, the soft flesh molding to his contours, then up to his chest, where she lingered, circling her nipples around his own. His cock twitched beneath his trousers, straining against the fabric, and he chuckled darkly.
"Take it off," he ordered, nodding downward. Dalla's trembling fingers fumbled with the laces, freeing his thick, veined shaft. It sprang up, heavy and pulsing, and she froze, her breath catching. "Now clean it. Use that mouth."
Dalla lowered her head, her lips brushing the tip before parting to take him in. She sucked gently at first, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salt of his skin. Aegon's hand tightened in her hair, pushing her down until her lips stretched wide around his girth. She gagged softly as he hit the back of her throat, but he held her there, his hips lifting slightly to thrust deeper. Joana watched, her fingers tightening around her goblet, a flush creeping up her neck as Dalla's muffled moans filled the room.
"Deeper," Aegon growled, and Dalla obeyed, her nose brushing his pelvis as she hollowed her cheeks. She bobbed her head, saliva dripping down his shaft, her breasts pressed against his thighs as she worked.
Aegon's groans grew louder, his free hand kneading the furs as she brought him closer to the edge. Just as his breath hitched, he yanked her off, his cock glistening with her spit.
"My turn," Joana said, setting her goblet aside and rising with a fluid grace. She shed her robe, revealing her lithe, pale body—small, firm breasts, a narrow waist, and a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair between her thighs. She beckoned Dalla with a crooked finger, then lay back on the bed beside Aegon, her legs spread invitingly.
Dalla crawled to her, her hands tentative as they roamed Joana's skin. She massaged Joana's thighs, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, then slid upward to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing the nipples until they stiffened. Joana sighed, her head tipping back as Dalla's hands wandered lower, tracing the curve of her hips before dipping between her legs. The maid's fingers parted Joana's folds, finding her already slick, and Joana's hips arched to the touch.
"Lick me clean," Joana murmured, her voice husky. Dalla bent forward, her tongue darting out to lap at Joana's pussy. She traced the outer lips, then delved deeper, sucking gently on the clit as Joana's thighs trembled.
The taste of her arousal coated Dalla's tongue, and she pressed harder, her nose buried in the soft curls as Joana's moans grew sharper. Aegon watched, stroking himself lazily, his cock still slick from Dalla's mouth.
When Joana's breath quickened, she sat up, seizing Dalla by the shoulders. "Enough. Ride him now." She guided the maid to straddle Aegon's hips, positioning her over his throbbing erection.
Dalla's pussy hovered above him, glistening with her own reluctant arousal, and Joana pressed her down, impaling her on his length. Dalla gasped, her walls stretching around him, and began to move, her hips rolling under Joana's firm grip.
Joana climbed onto Aegon's chest, facing Dalla, and lowered herself onto his face. His tongue flicked out, lapping at her pussy before sliding back to tease her ass. She ground against him, her hands braced on his shoulders, her eyes locked on Dalla as the maid rode him harder.
Aegon's hands gripped Dalla's hips, slamming her down with each thrust, his cock plunging deep into her core. The room filled with the wet slap of skin, Dalla's whimpers, and Joana's breathy cries as Aegon devoured her.
Dalla's breasts bounced with each movement, her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Aegon's tongue worked Joana relentlessly, alternating between her dripping cunt and the tight ring of her ass, until her thighs quaked and she came with a sharp scream, her juices flooding his mouth. He groaned into her, the vibration sending her shuddering again, and thrust up into Dalla with renewed force. The maid's pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as he spilled inside her, his seed hot and thick as it filled her womb.
"Ahhhhhh....." A loud moans was all there to hear...