Kael sat on the edge of the large bed, his legs spread wide. He was completely naked. Kneeling on the floor before him were his new wives.
On his right was Liana, her white lace stockings and fingerless bridal gloves still perfectly in place. Her veil was pushed back, framing her face like a mischievous halo.
On his left was Clara. Her taller frame was accentuated by a corseted gown, her fuller breasts spilling from the top. The long satin train of her dress pooled around her knees like spilled cream.
Mother and daughter leaned in together, perfectly mirrored, as if pulled by the same invisible string,
Clara took the left side, Liana the right. Their warm, wet tongues dragged up Kael's shaft in one slow, synchronized stroke, base to tip. When they reached the head, their tongues met with a soft, slippery smack, curling around each other for a heartbeat before sliding back down.
Kael's fingers tangled tight in their hair-both women sharing the same raven-black locks and he let out a deep, moan "Haaa... fuck, yes..." His voice rumbled through his chest, making both women exited.
Their eyes-two pairs of identical deep blue pools-flicked up at the exact same second, locking onto his.
Clara's gaze was pure with hunger and proud, the look of a woman who'd waited long for this cock.
Liana's eyes were wide, sparkling with excitement, like a girl finally allowed to open the present she'd been keeping under the tree for months.
Every time their tongues collided mid-shaft it felt like warm, velvet lightning. Slick muscle rubbing against muscle, tastebuds dragging over each other like tiny soft sparks.
Clara's tongue was thicker and stronger. It flattened wide, pressing hard against his skin. It painted long, wet stripes that left shining trails behind.
Liana's was quick and pointy, flicking and twirling in teasing little circles, dancing over every vein.
They didn't just lick; they worshipped.
Down to his balls-Clara gently sucking one into her mouth while Liana lapped at the other, humming happily.
Back up the shaft-their tongues crossing again and again, sometimes stopping to kiss each other sloppily around his cockhead.
Kael felt it in waves: two different rhythms melting into one perfect beat. Double the heat, double the wetness, like his cock was wrapped in living, pulsing silk.
Because they hadn't seen him in so long. Because today they'd finally married him.
Clara growled against his skin, "Taste how much we missed you, husband..."
Liana whimpered, tongue flicking faster, "We're never letting you go again..."
Their tongues crashed together once more, wrapping around his throbbing cock-head in a wet, messy, mother-daughter kiss that tore a savage roar from Kael's chest.
He yanked their hair tighter. "I'm coming… nnghh… open wide…"
Both women froze instantly, mouths stretched open, tongues lolling out like a perfect little pet, eyes glittering up at him.
Liana's breathy "ahh~" quivered. Clara dragged her lower lip slowly across her teeth, whispering, "Paint us, kael… give us your blessing…"
His throbbing cock jerked hard, once, twice, then erupted right where they knelt.
First rope blasted out in a thick, glowing arc, milky-white and heavy, splattering straight across Liana's cheek and into her waiting mouth, dripping in slow threads off her chin.
Second rope went higher, breaking mid-air into warm pearls that rained over both faces at once, coating Clara's forehead and sliding down the bridge of her nose like molten honey.
Third, fourth, fifth, endless pulsing surges kept coming, veins throbbing visibly with every shot, covering their face in sticky semen: one thick strand connecting Liana's lips to Clara's tongue, another draping both sets of eyelashes, another pooling in the hollows of their collarbones.
They stayed perfectly still, letting every hot spurt land wherever it wanted.
Liana moaned, tongue chasing the strands on her lips. "Mmm… tastes like vanilla…"
Clara licked a fat drop off Liana's cheek and swallowed it down with a low, satisfied hum. "Thicker than the past…" she said, tongue chasing another stray bead, "I want this every single day…"
Kael smirked,"Obviously it's thicker. I'm a god now," he said.
Liana was already moving. She scrambled onto the bed on all fours, wedding dress flipped up over her hips like a white flag of surrender. Knees wide, chest pressed to the sheets, she reached both hands back and spread her ass wide, showing him her tiny, slick, pink pussy clenching hungrily around nothing.
"Fuck me, brother-husband…" she begged, voice cracking, hips wiggling shamelessly. "It's been itching for so long… ahh… mmm… please, Kael… I need you inside me right now…"
Clara didn't wait for long. She kicked off her heels, climbed up beside her daughter, and flopped straight onto her back. Legs fell open like a blooming flower, satin gown splitting all the way to her waist. One knee hooked high over the edge of the bed, the other foot planted wide, giving Kael the perfect view of her soaked, swollen folds already dripping onto the sheets.
"I'm your mother," she purred, fingers sliding down to spread herself open, showing him every glistening inch. "I should be first…"
Kael stepped between them, one hand gripping Liana's hip, the other sliding two thick fingers straight into Clara's waiting heat.
Both women moaned at the exact same second, Liana from the stretch of his cock, Clara from the slow, deep curl of his fingers.
The bed creaked under the rhythm:
Liana on all fours, ass high, getting pounded from behind, wedding veil bouncing with every thrust.
Clara flat on her back right beside her, legs spread eagle, fingers digging into the sheets while Kael's hand fucked her in perfect sync.
Two brides.
Two positions.
One god claiming them both at once.
He pushed in slowly.
Liana's tiny pussy lips parted like wet silk petals, sucking him in with a lewd *shhluck*.
"Ahhh! Just like that, brother… ahh it feels so good after such a long time… mmm… your cock is making me feel so good, so deeeep… haaa!"
Clara whimpered as Kael's fingers curled inside her, thumb circling her clit.
"N-no fair… ahh… but your fingers are… mmm… so thick… twist them… yes, right there… don't stop, husband…"
He fucked them for weeks, literal weeks,in that timeless bedroom.
Every time one of them shuddered into orgasm, Kael casted a green light over their bodies, erasing exhaustion, tightening them back to that perfect, aching edge.
He came inside Liana first, hot floods that overflowed down her thighs, then pulled out and filled Clara the same way, over and over, until the sheets were ruined and both women glowed with his seed.
Between rounds he explained everything: the avatars he'd sent to a thousand worlds."We're in, forever."
They both agreed to Kael's suggestion. He even offered to let them join the fun with his other world adventures later. But for now, he wanted to focus only on them.
Although he could watch his avatars in other worlds, he wasn't actively controlling them. Those avatars didn't even know they were copies. He would only absorb their memories once their lives ended. Until then, he could only watch their lives unfold, like a long-running series.
The reason he created them was due to an incident in another world. When he visited, his godly powers were useless there. The guardian of that world, confronted him. She told him to leave, but offered a deal: she would let his avatar live if he agreed to go on a date with her.
Kael agreed to the terms they set. She gave him a deadline of one thousand years. If he didn't return in time, she would kill his avatar.
Kael agreed outwardly, but in his heart, he had already decided. He would never leave his domain again. The experience of suddenly becoming powerless was far too dangerous.
Completely naked, Kael settled deep into the plush sofa. Clara and Liana hugged him close, his hands resting possessively on their chests, sometimes squeezing, sometimes gently teasing them.
Both women held bowls of popcorn.
"Are you ready to watch Kael's adventure?" Kael asked.
They both nodded eagerly.
He had given them everything: immortality, his love. What more could they need? A massive screen flickered to life before them, as if they were in a private theater, and the show began.