Fiend's Fourth Hurdle

Egron didn't remember when he had fallen back onto the silken pillows, but there he lay with his belly warm and head tilted, a pleased hum escaping his throat.

Gentle hands roamed his flesh, soft and deliberate, each with a purpose.

One slid along his cheek, brushing away a greasy strand of hair, seeking his eyes.

Another traced lazy circles around his belly, pausing at the nipples, teasing him like a musician teasing a harp.

And one—most daring—played slowly with his crotch, fingers dancing like whispers.

He moaned from food, wine, and now from the gentle touches of women.

Felicia's palms cupped his cheeks gently, guiding his gaze to hers. Her red dress clung to her skin like wet silk, thin and near invisible, woven for seduction. Her breasts, modest but proud, pressed against his right side. Her scent hit him with roses, fresh and bold.

Her crimson eyes sparkled. The way she looked at him made his chest feel tight, like he'd swallowed something too big. Her face, clean and soft, looked untouched by the world. Her voice, when she spoke, went through his chest like a blade through butter.

"Aww... these lips," she said, brushing her fingers gently over them. Her touch was tender, her fingers smooth.

"I can't stop myself to devour them."

Then, those same fingers pressed on her own lips, stealing whatever warmth was left behind, and she kissed him. First like a feather then like a storm. Her mouth devoured his with slow, careful violence.

What a bliss, Egron thought. Felicia's tongue twisted and coiled with his like a dancer. She was no stranger to this. She kissed like someone who had taken it as her craft. Her lipstick tasted delicious and her tongue was vicious.

Then came another scent: Jasmine. Lighter in sharpness, and floral in nature, but be not fooled, for it was just as dangerous.

A voice followed, jealous and cute, "Hoy! Come on! Lil sis! You're being selfish, getting all the attention!"

And just like that, Egron felt warmth press against his other side—a bigger warmth, that of giant boobs that could smother a man in his sleep. Velicia crashed into his left, one arm wrapping his like a lover's vow, the other teasing his chest, tugging at soft flesh and shaking it with pleasure.

"My prince!" she cried, loud and full of joy. "You surely prefer me over her, right?" She bounced her chest twice as if to drive her point home.

Velicia's white gowns, thin as sin, flowed like clouds. She looked like a goddess pretending to be innocent. But she was the worst of them all. She had no patience. Her touches were rough, claiming every bit of him with need.

Felicia didn't stop the kiss. She smirked between breaths, her lips still busy. She had no intention of giving up her prize.

Then she finally parted, leaving Egron gasping, his chest heaving, cheeks red like wine. He stared at the ceiling as if heaven had opened its gates.

"Stop being jealous, big sis," Felicia whispered.

Egron tried to speak, "Ah... Veli—"

"Shush," Felicia said, placing her finger over his lips, then she kissed him again, this time harder, deeper, a full assault of tongue and will.

"That's unfair," Velicia pouted, her touches turning hurried and greedy.

Egron could do nothing. His body was no longer his. Every breath came with a scent, drowning his thoughts in silk, perfume, and the wet heat of mouths.

He was a man weak to the touch of a woman, weak to their scent, and helpless beneath the weight of their tongues, but his most vulnerable spot lay lower than his lips or chest.

It was his crotch.

A more striking scent found its way to his nose, a warm, sharp fragrance.

Elicia's touch.

Egron felt it. Although he couldn't see it as Felicia was still in the way, her tongue filling his mouth, draining his breath, he could feel what was happening.

Elicia's hands moved slowly across his lower belly, just above the line of his pants. Her touch was delicate, precise, like a surgeon refusing to make the final cut. She teased, brushing her fingers along the fabric, but never where he wanted her the most.

She smirked a devilish grin, the meanest of the three.

Her gown was blue, more modest than the others, and that made it worse. The less she showed, the more she tempted.

With Felicia's mouth claiming his breath and Velicia's warmth on his side, Egron, drunk and tipsy, tried to push his hips upward, to hump the air and beg silently for more. But his belly weighed him down. His muscles gave little help. He managed a pathetic thrust that lifted him barely an inch.

Elicia laughed softly. "That can't do," she said. "Impatient boy you are, darling."

She slid her hands around his manhood, deliberately not touching it, just hovering close enough to make him insane.

Egron groaned into Felicia's mouth, her tongue a storm again. He tried to move his arms, tried to push her back, tried to speak.

He wanted to tell Elicia to stop playing and pleasure him already.

But Velicia was faster. She took his hands gently and pinned them down on the bed, her touch soft, her grip firm.

"Now, now. My prince," she whispered near his ear. "Be a man. Take it like a man."

Elicia added with a smirk, "My sister is right, my dear. Impatient boys don't get what they want."

And so, he gave up. Let it go.

He sank into the sheets. Into the embrace of the three women he had visited for years.

Felicia. Velicia. And Elicia.

They weren't just whores to him. They were lovers.

"But," Elicia purred, her voice seductive, "if you really want me to touch you there..." She paused. Her eyes flicked to her sisters. They exchanged a glance, a wicked smile between them.

"I guess we can make a deal," she said.

Egron blinked. Her voice pulled him back from the haze.

"A small thing," Elicia continued. "If you… let's say… pay ten times the usual price."

Egron twitched.

Ten times.

He had already spent a mountain of coin over the past year. He'd visited them more than he should have. More than he could afford. And truth be told, he had fallen for them, each one of them in their own ways.

Here, away from the constant mockery of his brothers, the pitying silence of his sisters… away from his father's eyes that looked at him like a failed experiment… away from the cold stone of House Drakmore and the disgust of his stepmother...

Here, in this illegal brothel, wrapped in warm skin and whispered moans…

He felt good.

Could a man ask for more?

So what if he spent a few coins more to satisfy those who made him feel good?

He couldn't carry his coin into the grave. Might as well buy joy while he still breathed.

Even if the thought of asking for more money later made his stomach ache.

"Hoy! Big sis!" Velicia chimed in suddenly. She pressed herself tighter to his side, hands teasing his chest again, her fingers tickling.

Gods, he was ticklish.

She giggled. "I also have a condition."

Egron blinked again.

She grinned up at him. "Let us move with you to Steelreach again."

He twitched harder.

Steelreach, the heart of Drakhearth. His family's stronghold in the valleys beneath the Skyhall Mountains, what would they call the Realm of Drakhearth, between Velrey and Flaine. He had taken the sisters there once.

His father had found out. The rage that followed… Egron still remembered every word.

"The audacity to bring whores to the lands of our fathers!"

The way his half-siblings laughed behind his back... the shame that followed.... the awkward silence along with smiles of mockery from his half-siblings... Aww... just by recalling that it made his stomach terribly ache.

Velicia looked at him now with that same cute, devilish grin. Her fingers continued to tickle.

He felt weak.

Then Felicia pulled her lips away and let him breathe again.

"Hey! That's mean," she said, grinning. "I also have a condition."

Her voice was sing-song sweet. "I just came across a diamond bracelet. My love…" She batted her eyes. "You're going to buy it for me, right?"

The three women now looked at him.

All eyed him with those cute smiles.

He felt overwhelmed.

How could he say no?

They made him happy.

But the aftermath…

What of the gossip, the lectures, the laughter, the shame... what of those then?

He had to face his father's wrath, because of his half-siblings' tongues.

"But… but that—" he tried to speak, but Felicia put a finger on his lips.

"Ahmm? Come on!" she said. "No buts! You want us to give you pleasure, right?"

She kissed his cheek, slow and wet. "Such a cute, beautiful face. I can make you feel sooo good."

Velicia dragged her fingers down his belly, massaging. "Such a manly form! It deserves to be pleased."

And Elicia… she lowered herself, lips close to his manhood.

"Such a manly cock," she whispered, licking around it, never touching. "It deserves attention…"

She stopped just before the touch, pulling back her smile wicked.

"But… we didn't ask much, darling. If you can't even do that much…" She sighed, lips dripping with tease. "I guess it can't be helped. We'll have to say goodbye…"

Her eyes narrowed. "Such a shame though… my mouth is… watering."

Egron couldn't hold back anymore; he was addicted to pleasure beyond control.

Just forget about everything. Live the moment. Enjoy the moment. Egron thought to himself, casting aside all doubts and fears of being scolded later on.

"Please…" he whispered, voice trembling, "I accept… just do it."

Their faces lit up with satisfied, victorious smiles.

They gave him what he wanted.

Their tongues worked masterfully.

And man it felt good.