An Estingia and Her Three Temptations III
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Legna roared as her entire body convulsed. Her own hand dropped to her clit and worked it without mercy.
Fluids splattered across the rug. She was teetering on the edge of pleasure, and so were they.
“Ah, ah, ah… I want to watch you both. I want to see you explode…”
She moaned, urging the two men on. They didn’t last much longer.
Xavier turned his head to look at her. Beyond his dark hair, Viktor’s wolfish eyes locked on hers too.
Xavier was the first to roar. His cock jerked in Viktor’s expert hand, spraying milky cum across the rug.
Behind him, Viktor thrust two or three more times before roaring as he emptied himself inside Xavier’s tight
ass.
Legna’s wolfish gaze followed the streams of cum dripping onto the rug.
Peter suddenly pushed her forward, making her take several steps until her pussy hovered directly over the two kneeling males.
Legna screamed with Peter’s thick cock buried to the hilt in her ass, coming hard under the assault of so many
sensations.
This time, her climax came with a sweet spray of fluid bursting from deep inside her pussy.
Viktor and Xavier opened their mouths and leaned closer like two men dying of thirst, letting their female’s juices splash across their faces.
Xavier leaned in and sucked at her pussy, drinking down every drop of her liquid orgasm. Viktor pushed him aside and competed with him to lick Legna clean.
This was the true reward, but Peter claimed the greatest prize.
He was already trembling, hiding his face against his mistress’s nape as he came deliciously deep inside her tight ass.
Legna’s seal bloomed once more, spreading pleasure and power through all four of them.
Her life would be perfect if only she could have a baby with each of her husbands.
But she could stay young forever as long as she kept her Estingia power, and she bitterly tried to convince herself that should be enough.
Deep down, it never was.
“Mmm…” she moaned when Xavier stood in front of her and kissed her neck.
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Peter’s cock slipped out of her ass, and Legna let herself collapse into the strong arms of her dark-haired male.
“You’re forgiven…” she whispered lazily.
She wanted her pipe, but it had fallen to the floor at some point during the sex.
“Thank you for your mercy, my lady.” Legna smiled at his formal reply as he held her against his chest.
Behind her, the other two males wrapped their arms around her and kissed her nape and back.
“The maids are still waiting outside to take the measurements for your gown…” Xavier reminded her.
“Right… Goddess, I hate this fucking title. Did you make sure Isidora was invited?”
She raised her head and looked into Xavier’s eyes. He was the one who handled all the boring details of her life.
“Yes. Everything was sent out.” He nodded.
“My lady, I’ll prepare your bath,” Viktor’s rough voice rumbled behind her.
When she nodded, he walked away and entered the bathroom.
Peter was still holding her up by the ass. Legna leaned back against his chest with her arms around Xavier’s neck.
“Peter, love, make sure everything is ready for the Estingias who have been summoned. Many of them are arrogant bitches, so make sure there aren’t any problems at the gate.”
Peter nodded and leaned in to kiss her lips.
“Don’t start fucking in the bath without me…” he whispered, earning a wicked smile from Legna.
“I can’t promise you anything. It’s been far too long since you gave me one of those shows I love so much…”
“Next time…” Peter licked her lips, then kissed her forehead.
His eyes held the same kind of love they all shared.
Finally, he pulled away to get dressed, and Xavier carried Legna to the bed.
“No, wait, love. They’re going to have to take my measurements anyway, aren’t they? There’s no point in me getting dressed… You get dressed in the bathroom. I don’t like them looking at what’s mine.”
Xavier gave her a crooked smile, hopelessly in love with every one of Legna’s mad whims.
She slipped into her sheer robe.
Her body was covered with marks from their mouths and hands, and the remnants of their cum were still running between her thighs.
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Xavier went into the bathroom to wash away his own mess and help Viktor prepare the bath exactly as she liked it.
Now fully dressed, Peter crossed the room and opened the door for the maids waiting outside.
Legna wasn’t surprised to see their heads bowed and their faces redder than a baboon’s ass.
Legna and her males were anything but discreet.
“Come in already and take the damn measurements.”
Somehow, Legna had managed to recover her pipe.
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