I sat there, completely naked..
sandwiched between two equally naked women. Around me, the maids moved gracefully in sheer fabrics that clung to their bodies like mist—watchful, quiet, but ever-present. I should've said something, done something. But even my words felt powerless in front of the Queen Mother's command. They were here to serve me in every way possible—even my voice held no weight against hers.
I was still trying to process it all when I suddenly felt something—something I hadn't expected. A soft hand, bold and deliberate, touched my dick in the most intimate way.
Startled, I looked to my side and saw Lyra. Her eyes gleamed with playful intent, and there was no shame in her expression. Her fingers moved slowly, teasing me with every pass. Her gaze held heat—undeniable and unfiltered—and the way she watched me, I knew she was fully aware of the effect she was having on me.
Before I could react, Nova moved closer, her hand sliding across my abs, tracing every curve of my body like she'd memorized it. Her fingers were warm, her touch lingering. I tried to stop them—gently, hesitantly—placing my hands over theirs, unsure whether to push them away or hold on tighter.
But Nova didn't wait.
She pressed her body against mine and brought her lips to mine, capturing me in a kiss that left no room for protest. Her mouth moved over mine with a hunger I'd never felt before—firm, unrelenting, yet oddly gentle. It wasn't just a kiss. It was a silent message: Don't fight this. Feel it.
I'd never kissed anyone before. Not in my old life, not in this one. My body went still, my breath caught in my throat. When she finally pulled back, I gasped for air. My lips tingled, and my chest rose and fell like I'd just run a race. I couldn't think straight.
And then... Lyra.
She leaned in and took my hand—the one I had instinctively placed over hers to stop her earlier—and guided it. Gently, she placed my hand over her breast, pressing me to her skin. Her eyes met mine, deep and unblinking. She didn't speak, but her gaze said everything: Touch me. Know me.
Nova followed, placing my other hand on her own breast, holding it there as if she never wanted me to let go. The moment my hand made contact, a soft moan escaped her lips. It wasn't loud—but filled with something raw... satisfied. Real.
And I... I began to melt.
They were so close, so warm, so willing. My breath grew heavy. I had never been with a woman before—never touched, never been touched like this. And now here I was, surrounded by them. Their skin on mine. Their lips, their eyes, their warmth—every inch of them was offered without fear.
I looked at them. Really looked.
First into Lyra's eyes, then Nova's. And something in me shifted. They saw it, too. I could tell from the way their smiles deepened, pleased and playful. They knew exactly what they were doing—and that it was working.
For the first time since arriving in this strange world, I didn't feel like I was out of place.
I felt... wanted.
I could feel the warmth of their bare skin there soft breast pressed against mine, their soft bodies almost melting into me. Behind us, a few maids stood watching—some giggling behind their hands, while others, more experienced, simply continued their work. With golden bowls in hand, they poured warm water gently over my body, the liquid trailing across my skin like a soothing whisper.
Nova and Lyra must have seen the desire growing in my eyes, because they leaned in even closer, their breaths brushing against my neck and chest. What I never expected... was that I would start to enjoy it. The closeness of their delicate forms, their smooth skin pressed against mine—it awakened something in me I didn't know was there.
I didn't want to resist anymore. If they had ignited this fire within me, then they would have to take responsibility for it. And since they had no idea who I truly was inside this body, I decided… I would respond not as the man I used to be, but as the lord they believed me to be.
I lost myself in the moment, so much so that I forgot we weren't alone. The room still held several other maids, witnessing everything. But I no longer cared.
Both Nova and Lyra were now sitting across my thighs, gently shifting their lower bodies against me. One of them ran her hand along my chest, the other down my abdomen. Their hands were small—too small to wrap around my dick they had awakened my most sensitive and private area.
Their eyes shimmered with mischief and something deeper—longing. Their full, wet skin glistened under the flickering torchlight. One of Nova's hands braced my shoulder for balance, while Lyra leaned in even more, her breast pressing on my skin her breath warm on my neck.
I didn't hesitate. I lowered my mouth to Lyra's breast, capturing one of her soft nipple between my lips, I started sucking her nipple like a baby, unsure if I was doing it right. But her sharp gasp of pleasure told me I was. She held my head closer, arching into me, giving me even more of herself.
My other hand wasn't idle. I reached for Nova, cupping her softness her breast in my palm, feeling her respond to my touch with a quiet, satisfied moan.
This wasn't just physical anymore—it was something deeper, something new. And I was no longer just an outsider in this body. For the first time, I was beginning to claim it… piece by piece.
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