Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

The sound of Jasmine's wet kiss, followed by her soft plea, "Please treat me well tonight…", sent a visible shiver through Quinlan's body.

The combination of the greeting and the vulnerable, hopeful image of his girl on all fours in the bath promised the most glorious of nights.

Jasmine immediately went back to her task, exploring him with her lips and tongue.

Her work was clumsy but adorable, filled with an eagerness that Quinlan found utterly intoxicating.

She would trace the rim of his head with the tip of her tongue, then pause, looking up at his erection with wide, focused eyes before trying a new, tentative technique.

At one point, she stopped to make a soft note. "It's so warm…" she mumbled with a silly smile before giving him a quick, affectionate lick. Her fingers dipped low and gave his family jewels a curious, light tickle, and then began massaging more boldly.

At the same time, Serika continued her own intimate washing ritual. It was a throwback to the times when they used to bathe together in the rivers of Zhenwu, holding emotional value for both of them.

Behind him, she lathered his back with soap, using the soft swell of her breasts as a washcloth. Her hands roamed over his chest, tracing the firm contours of his abs. "I will never get enough of touching these muscles…" she murmured into his shoulder.

Her voice was soft like a whisper but husky with appreciation as well, making it truly sensational.

Quinlan reached behind and his hands found her amazing buttcheeks. He gripped them, feeling the perky, dense muscle beneath his palms. "You're full of muscles as well. It's way too hot."

"You know I have muscles elsewhere as well, right? Why not grip my biceps or abs?" Serika mused with a big smirk on her face, full of joy.

"My position doesn't permit me."

"Hmm… I'm not sure I believe you," Serika replied with a tone full of suspicion. How could she not? Her bicpes were easily reachable if he bent his arms, and he could also put his arms behind his back to touch her abs.

"A good woman surely would."

The fiery beauty giggled in response, having too much fun. "Is that so? I will do that then. It can't be helped; only my butt was within your reach."

"Exactly," Quinlan nodded while giving her ass a few firm squeezes, eliciting even more amusement from the woman.

Jasmine looked up from her work with a cute pout forming on her lips. "Do you find weak bodies like mine off-putting?" she asked, her voice muffled.

Quinlan laughed at her adorable, feminine pout. She knew very well that wasn't the case, but she still wanted to be praised.

"I appreciate the female form no matter its shape," he declared. "As long as it's properly taken care of and belongs to an awesome soul. Firm or tender, petite or curvaceous, none of that matters to me."

Jasmine looked up into his eyes, studying. But then her face beamed. "Good."

As a reward for the correct answer, she returned to sucking him off to the best of her ability, her tentative exploration giving way to bold, enthusiastic effort.

Soon, the sounds of slutty splashing mixed with her quick, panting breaths filled the bathroom.

It was evident, however, that Quinlan had become too much of a sex fiend, trained by his many turbo needy lovers, to release anytime soon from her head game alone.

Serika purred against his back. "If I've been invited to tag-team you with Jasmine, then I might as well play my part properly."

Her hands moved down from Quinlan's abs and found the base of his rod, a location Jasmine couldn't reach with her mouth.

The Solar Fist manifested a bit of subtle heat into her palms, not enough to cause any pain, but more than noticeable. The warmth felt deep and immediate against his skin, intensifying every nerve ending in the area. Serika began pumping his cock up and down with fierce speed.

Jasmine was surprised by the development; this was clearly not in the strategy meeting they had concocted before his arrival.

But when Serika peeked out from behind Quinlan's broad back and winked, Jasmine accepted her friend's new strategy without complaint.

Instead, she refocused, bobbing her head up and down at her maximum speed.

The slick, wet sound of her saliva and the powerful heat of Serika's hands made Quinlan feel an outright overwhelming compulsion to finish as soon as possible.

It was as if his girls were demanding that he cum.

It didn't take more than a few minutes of their far too potent teamwork to bear its fruits, namely his body tensing hard in their loving clutches.

He pulled her hair gently, giving her a warning, but Jasmine only gripped him tighter, refusing to pull her head back.

Quinlan was more than happy to accept her evident dedication and devotion.

With a final, explosive surge, Quinlan gave in. He came deep into Jasmine's throat.

"Ahn?!" Jasmine shuddered in a sudden, intense, and entirely unexpected little orgasm, the force of it making her whole body convulse as the seed painted her belly.

She panted, "Haaah… haaah…" before pulling her head back. She gave the head of his penis one last, tender kiss and licked her lips. Her hands reached back to find her lady flower, and she noticed it was completely drenched. She blushed, murmuring, "I can't believe I just… did that…"

Quinlan smirked at the awesome sight.

But merely marveling at the image of his confused and flustered lover wasn't enough.

He gripped Jasmine's waist, pulled her up, and flipped her around, positioning her most intimate place right before his face.

He instantly devoured her pussy.

It was a truly hot sight as her ponytail hair dipped into the water, being face down in his arms. Jasmine began to squirm hard, and after just a few eager slurps from Quinlan…

"Kyaaahhhnnnnnn?!!" She let out a loud, drawn-out moan, climaxing hard and coming apart. The way her hips bucked in his firm, veiny arms was completely beyond her control.

A raw, primal pleasure seized her, something she'd never experienced in her life. Jasmine had already read erotica in books, but she always thought a woman orgasming this hard was dramatic fantasy.

Now, breathless in her lover's arms, she was forced to realize the books were understating how strong she could cum.

Behind him, Serika smiled faintly. "You're evil," she accused.

"Me? I just had to taste my girl. What's evil about it?" Quinlan asked, feigning innocence, though his wide grin made it clear he knew he was guilty.

If he had wanted to, he could have placed Jasmine on the bed first and done this gently. Instead, he had outright devoured her while positioned face down, making the girl lose control and achieve a massive orgasm right there in the bath.

Jasmine, however, didn't seem to mind. She was too busy panting loudly, unable to come to terms with how easily he could force her to release such a powerful orgasm from a few flickers of his tongue.

She was already aware of it, but the woman was now forced to realize she was dealing with a true professional in the bed arts.

Quinlan soon flipped Jasmine around again and stepped out of the bath, bringing her gently with him. It was time for the main attraction.