The World Is Mine For The Taking

"Haaa~…"

"Hammmuuu~…"

Soft moans escaped their lips in tandem as they began to lick me from both sides, their warm tongues pressing against my skin like hot silk.

Titania's tongue dragged along the entire length of my cock, slowly and thoroughly, leaving a glistening trail of saliva with each pass.

It was as if she was trying to memorize every vein and every curve with her tongue alone.

Her strokes were methodical. It was wet, heated, and full of teasing intent.

On the other side, Myrcella's lips had latched onto the swollen tip, gently sucking with delicate slurps that sent pulses of raw pleasure shooting through my body.

Her mouth was soft, almost reverent in how it treated the head, carefully but still lustful.

The sensation of two different tongues playing at once—synchronized yet chaotic—sent an electric shiver through my spine.

My legs tensed, toes curling involuntarily as a wave of sharp pleasure spiked from my groin and radiated outward.

"Mmnn... ahmmnn...~ Slurppp~... mmnnn, mmm...~"

"Ahhh~... mnn~... hannn~ hmmm~..."

Their lewd moans vibrated through my skin, the sounds reverberating in my ears like music from a forbidden dream.

Every flick of their tongues, every breath they exhaled against my shaft, made it feel like I was being worshipped—no, devoured by their hunger.

Their tongues were warm and textured, the roughness of their surfaces dragging across the sensitive skin in ways that were both maddening and euphoric.

My head swam, completely drowning in the flood of dopamine their mouths were pulling from me.

The sensation wasn't just on the surface—it went bone-deep.

Without even realizing it, I found myself resting a hand on each of their heads, fingers threading through their hair as I instinctively guided them.

My grip wasn't forceful. It was just a gesture of intimacy.

They seemed to enjoy the contact.

Both giggled softly against my cock, the sound muffled by their busy mouths.

Their tongues didn't pause as they kept moving, gliding and slathering my shaft with their shared devotion, while their hot breaths caressed my skin.

One would drag her tongue from base to tip, curling around the underside with slow, deliberate motions.

The other would take the head into her mouth and suck—gently and noisily—and then they'd switch places again in perfect rhythm.

Their gazes never left me.

Their eyes were wide and locked onto mine, shimmering with arousal, anticipation, and something playful.

That eye contact—it added an entirely different layer to the pleasure.

It wasn't just physical. It was intimate. Erotic. Deeply fucking hot.

Then, in a sudden shift, Titania took the lead.

She leaned forward, her lips parting as she enveloped the tip of my cock completely.

Her mouth was warm and slick, but she didn't stop at the head.

She kept going.

She pressed down further.

I could feel the resistance at the back of her throat—and then feel it yield.

My cock was swallowed deeper, her throat opening up around it in a smooth, practiced motion that made my knees want to buckle.

She didn't gag.

Not even once.

Her eyes never left mine.

That intense, unwavering gaze as she deepthroated me was so goddamn insane.

It was bold. It was sexy.

And it made my cock throb even harder inside her throat.

Then she began to move, not up and down, but side to side, wriggling her throat along my girth. T

he effect was immediate.

It was a hot, tight suction with a strange twisting sensation that nearly made me lose control.

I groaned under my breath, completely overwhelmed.

Eventually, she pulled back.

And when she did, the sight left me speechless.

Thick strands of saliva clung to my cock like silken threads.

They were long, glistening ropes that stretched between us like spider webs, refusing to break even as she leaned further away.

They shimmered in the light, viscous and wet, clinging like a badge of how thoroughly she had taken me.

Titania smirked up at me, her cheek rubbing against my still-rock-hard shaft like a cat marking her territory.

"Fufufu~ Did you feel good, Leon?"

"I did," I said, voice hoarse as I reached out to stroke her head again.

She gave a soft chuckle at my touch, eyes gleaming with pride and mischief.

Myrcella, on the other hand, had watched the entire thing with wide, almost stunned eyes.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips parted in a silent gasp.

Titania turned to her with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

"Princess Myrcella… no. That's way too formal," she said playfully, tilting her head. "Let's just go with Cella. Sounds cuter, right? You can call me Nia, by the way. Are you fine that?"

"I-It's fine with me too," Myrcella murmured, clearly flustered.

Titania's grin widened into something downright devilish.

"Well then, Cella. Why don't you try giving Leon a deep throat as well?"

"D-Deep throat?" Myrcella's voice caught as she swallowed hard.

"Yup. Just like I did."

Myrcella looked down at my cock, still angry and throbbing, its flushed head twitching with every beat of my heart.

A thick glob of pre-cum oozed from the tip, gleaming under the light.

It was almost embarrassing how much I was leaking—but I couldn't stop.

She stared at it, entranced.

Her throat moved again as she swallowed nervously, and then, slowly, she leaned forward.

Her tongue peeked out first, shyly licking the tip.

Then, with a deep breath, she parted her lips and took the head into her mouth.

Warmth.

Softness.

Her lips sealed around it tight, and she began pushing further, her mouth taking me in inch by inch.

By the time I felt the tip of my cock brush against the back of her throat, I knew she had already taken nearly half of me.

"Remember to look him in the eye while you do it," Titania said from behind her. "Leon seems to really like that when you give him a fellatio."

Myrcella raised her eyes to meet mine.

The moment she did—

My cock twitched again inside her mouth, as if it had a mind of its own.

There was something unbelievably erotic about eye contact during a blowjob—especially when she was on her knees, cheeks flushed, lips wrapped around my dick, and eyes wide with effort and desire.

"And then slowly…" Titania added, moving behind her and placing a guiding hand on the back of Myrcella's head.

With a gentle but steady pressure, she began to guide her.

Pushing her.

Bit by bit.

Deeper.

Toward my crotch.