Chapter 243: Chapter 243- Maid

Clarissa, her voice breathy and eager, managed to speak between his attentions. "But Julian... we are your maids... let us... serve you..."

Julian shook his head, his hands never stilling their possessive exploration over the curves of their hips and buttocks. "You’ve already served me more than enough," he breathed out, a firm yet tender tone in his voice. "Your hands have soothed my body. Now, it’s my turn to take care of you. Let me take the lead."

His words were not a request, but a declaration of intent. His hands slid down again, firmly grasping the soft, beautiful fullness of their backsides, giving a simultaneous, purposeful squeeze that forced a twin pair of sharp, breathy moans from their lips.

He didn’t wait for a reply. He turned and captured Clarissa’s mouth first, kissing her with a deep, swirling intensity that made her knees weak.

Just as she was melting into it, he released her, leaving her dazed, and immediately turned to Celestia.

He claimed her lips with equal fervor, his tongue delving into her mouth in a way that shattered her remaining composure.

And so he continued, shifting his attention back and forth between them in a relentless, intoxicating rhythm.

He kissed Clarissa until she was gasping, then devoured Celestia’s muffled protests until they turned into soft whimpers.

They were caught in a whirlwind of his making, a cycle of shared breath and building passion that left them both lightheaded and yearning, their individual breaths becoming one ragged, synchronized gasp of anticipation for what was to come.

The command was given not as an order, but as a low, husky invitation, thick with promise. "Now... undress."

With movements that were both hesitant and deliberate, Clarissa and Celestia obeyed.

Buttons were slowly undone, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound in the charged air. The pristine maid dresses, symbols of their service, pooled at their feet, revealing the secrets they had concealed beneath.

They stood before him, bathed in the soft light, clad only in the most erotic of undergarments.

Delicate lace and silk clung to their hips, so minimal they seemed more like a suggestion than a covering.

The garter belts they still wore, connected to the stockings that sheathed their legs, framed the elegant lines of their thighs and accentuated the gentle curve of their hips, making them appear not just naked, but artistically, devastatingly unveiled.

Clarissa, with her long blue hair cascading over her shoulders, looked like a water nymph from a forbidden dream, her bright eyes both shy and inviting.

Celestia, her silver hair a stark contrast to the dark shadows and silken skin, stood with a statuesque grace that was both proud and vulnerable.

The intricate lingerie did not hide their forms, but rather celebrated them, tracing the swell of their breasts, the dip of their waists, and the alluring promise of what lay between their thighs.

They were a vision of pure, unadulterated temptation, more breathtaking and powerful in their vulnerable state than they had ever been in their uniforms.

Julian’s gaze was a physical caress, drinking in the magnificent sight of his two lovers, utterly transfixed and completely enslaved by their revealed beauty.

Julian just stared, his voice a bit rough. "God, you two are unbelievable,"

He moved to undo his own pants, but Celestia gently swatted his hand away. "Let us," she said, her voice a low purr, "It’s our job to serve, remember?"

Together, their fngers worked on his belt and zipper, pushing the fabric down until his erection sprang free, hard and eager.

Clarissa giggled, her eyes wide with a mix of admiration and playful glee, "Wow, Julian... it’s so big and... cute."

Without another word, they leaned in, Celestia went first, her cool, silver hair brushing against his thigh as her tongue darted out for a slow, experimental lick from the base to the tip.

Clarissa followed suit on the other side, her touch warmer and more enthusiastic, planting soft, open-mouthed kisses along the length.

Soon, their tongues were both at work, tracing veins, swirling around the head, and exploring every inch of him in a wet, warm, and utterly distracting dance, Julian let his head fall back with a deep groan, his hands fnding their hair as he gave himself over to the incredible sensation.

The sight that greeted Julian was one of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, a vision that sent another jolt of raw desire straight through him.

On their knees before him, Celestia and Clarissa were a study in contrasting yet harmonious beauty, their mouths working in tandem over his rigid length.

The feeling was exquisite—the warm, wet heat of their mouths, the flick of their tongues, the sight of their faces, one of serene silver and the other of vibrant blue, focused entirely on pleasuring him.

He watched, mesmerized, as they moved, their eyes occasionally flicking up to meet his, sharing in the intimate act. The visual of these two powerful, beautiful women submitting to him so completely was more intoxicating than any wine.

Then, in a synchronized motion, they both pulled away. The separation was marked by the soft, wet sound of their lips leaving his skin, followed by the utterly erotic sight of thin, glistening strands of saliva still connecting their swollen lips to his arousal for a fleeting moment before breaking.

It was Celestia who broke the heavy silence, her voice a ragged, desperate whisper, her grey eyes clouded with need. "Julian... I can’t wait any longer..."

Her plea was all the permission he needed. A primal groan rumbled in his chest. In one swift, powerful motion, he leaned down and gathered them both into his arms, Clarissa gasped in surprise, while Celestia clung to his neck and carried them the few steps to the large bed. He laid them down side by side, a breathtaking panorama of silken skin, delicate lingerie, and hungry eyes.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself above them, his frame covering them both. He was a conqueror claiming his twin prizes, ready to drown in the depths of their shared passion.