The aftershocks were still rippling through them — Margaret's thighs twitching every few seconds, Patricia's chest still heaving like she'd run a marathon — but I wasn't finished. Not even close.
The Lust Presence rolled off me in thick waves now, making their clits throb visibly even without a single touch. Their inner folds glistened, swollen, begging for worship. The Taboo Aura hummed louder together with my oldest aura, turning every nerve ending into a live wire.
These weren't just my women anymore — they were my corrupted queens, trembling on the edge of total surrender waiting for me to fuck them, and give them my Divine Seed... impregnate them.
I slid back down between their spread legs, eyes locked on the obscene sight before me. Margaret first. I used both thumbs to gently part her outer lips — slow, reverent — exposing the slick, glistening inner folds like unfolding the petals of a drenched flower.
They were dark rose, puffy, fluttering with every heartbeat.
