A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1454: Fuck, so beautiful

Archer glanced at the gorgeous Ashoka as her claws flexed, gleaming as she pressed her sexy body against his, her firm tits brushing his chest. She claimed his mouth in a ravenous kiss, her tongue diving deep with possessive hunger, tasting of wild spice and untamed desire.

’What the fuck is going on?’ he thought, baffled but excited at the forwardness. ’Are they taking control?’

Her sharp teeth nipped his lower lip, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through him as her claws raked lightly across his broad chest, tracing the hard planes of his pecs and the taut ridges of his abs.

Each scratch left tingling trails on his skin, stoking the fire raging in his core. She let out a throaty growl. Ashoka pulled back, her amber eyes blazing with mischief and lust as she bit her bottom lip.

’Ah fuck! I love it when she does that,’ he mused while moaning as Inara’s sucking sped up as her tongue swirled.

Following that, the tigress guided his face downward, burying it into the lush, warm valley of her cleavage, her full, round tits enveloping him in soft heat. Her low-cut dress clung to her curves, accentuating the flare of her hips and the tight curve of her ass.

His hands roamed with urgency, fingers digging into the firm flesh of her thick thighs as he slid them beneath her dress. The silky fabric parted, revealing the smooth expanse of her toned legs and the damp lace of her panties, soaked in love juices.

’’Looks like someone is already excited for me,’’ he muttered, smirking.

Ashoka giggled. ’’Between how fucking handsome you’re and Inara sucking your cock like a slut has got to me, now I need some attention,’’ she revealed, lustfully.

When the lioness heard those words, she trembled in delight, moaning. ’’Arghhh~~ Mhhhmmnnn~~.’’

Without needing anymore encouragement thanks to all the teasing, his fingers hooked the lace, yanking it aside to expose her perfect dripping pussy, the slick folds glistening in the low light.

Her tail lashed wildly, brushing against his leg as her back arched, her hips grinding with desperate need. His thumb grazed her swollen clit, circling the sensitive nub with teasing pressure, drawing a sharp hiss from her lips before moaning. ’’Mmmmmghhh~~.’’

Ashoka’s claws dug into his shoulders, nails biting into the muscle as he slipped two fingers into her tight, wet pussy, her walls clenching around him with greedy heat, her love juices poured down and covered his hand.

Each stroke was deliberate, pumping in rhythm with her ragged breaths, her throaty moans filling the air as her tail curled tightly around his wrist, urging him deeper. ’’Ughhh~~ Archer!’’

The room pulsed with their shared lust, Inara’s soft moans as she sucked him while her claw dug into his thighs to support herself; Ashoka’s purring growls, raw and animalistic; and the wet, rhythmic squelch of his fingers working her pussy relentlessly.

This only made the tigress moan even more. ’’Mmm~~ Ohhh~~ Arghhh~~.’’

As the wet sounds got louder, it turned Inara on even more as she could smell her sister’s and husband’s lust. She sped up her sucking and started deepthroating, earning a ground as he grabbed a handful of her grey hair.

’’Keep doing that, Inara,’’ he commanded. ’’It feels so good.’’

Following that, his fingers worked Ashoka’s pussy like a savage, pumping and curling, his thumb pressing harder against her clit. Her muscular thighs trembled, her tail coiling tightly around his arm as she growled with pleasure. ’’Gahhhh~~ Mmmmgh~~.’’

Her pussy clenched tighter, her juices soaking his hand as she teetered on the edge. The heat in the room surged, and Archer’s control shattered. With a guttural groan, he bucked into Inara’s mouth, his cock pulsing as he came hard, flooding her throat.

The lioness moaned greedily, swallowing every drop, her lips milking him as her eyes locked onto his, alight with satisfaction. Simultaneously, Ashoka’s body convulsed, her amber eyes rolling back as her pussy spasmed around his fingers.

’’AHHHHHHH!’’ A sharp, feral cry tore from her throat as she squirted, her juices drenching his hand and dripping down her trembling thighs, the tiger woman’s body quaking with the ecstasy she craved.

As the intensity ebbed, the air still crackled with desire. Inara rose, licking her lips with a sultry grin, her fingers trailing over his chest as she pressed her body against his, whispering. ’’Delicious husband.’’

Archer’s senses were ablaze, the air thick with the musky scent of desire and the lingering heat of their shared climax. His heart pounded as he took in the sight of Ashoka and Inara, their bodies glistening with sweat, their lust-filled eyes locked on him.

The tigress and lioness stood apart, their tails flicking with anticipation, each craving his touch but keeping their distance from one another. The room pulsed with their unspoken hunger, and he felt the weight of their desire pulling him in two directions.

He stepped toward Inara first, her amber eyes flaring with mischief as she leaned back against the wall, her low-cut dress still hiked up, revealing the damp lace of her panties clinging to her slick folds.

Her tail lashed slowly, brushing against his leg as he closed the distance. ’’You’re not done with me yet, are you?’’ she purred, sending a shiver down his spine.

’’Not even close,’’ Archer growled, his hands finding her hips. His fingers dug into the firm curve of her flesh, pulling her closer as he pressed his body against hers.

Her big boobs pressed against his chest, the hard peaks of her nipples grazing him through the thin fabric of her dress. He slid one hand up her side, tracing the dip of her waist before cupping her breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive bud.

Ashoka’s breath hitched, her claws flexing against the wall as she fought the urge to touch him back, her body trembling under his control. His other hand slipped beneath her dress again, fingers teasing the edge of her panties before tugging them down her thighs.

The lace fell to the floor, leaving her bare, her glistening pussy exposed to the cool air. Archer’s gaze darkened as he took in the sight, his fingers grazing her inner thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her core.

’’So fucking wet for me,’’ he murmured, his voice rough with need.

Ashoka’s tail curled, urging him closer as she arched her hips toward him. ’’Archer, please,’’ she whispered, her voice raw with desperation. He obliged, his fingers sliding along her slick folds, parting them with a slow, deliberate touch.

’’Arghhh~~,’’ she moaned, thanks to the overwhelming sensations that washed over her.

Her walls clenched around nothing, aching for him, and he teased her further, circling her swollen clit with his thumb. A sharp hiss escaped her lips, her amber eyes fluttering shut as her head tipped back, exposing the elegant curve of her throat.

’’Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this,’’ he said, leaning in to nip at her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear.

Her throaty moan vibrated against his lips as he slipped two fingers inside her, her tight heat gripping him instantly. He pumped slowly, curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot, each stroke drawing a ragged gasp from her.

Her juices coated his hand, dripping down his wrist as her hips rocked against him, chasing the pleasure he was building with every precise movement, earning him an erotic moan. ’’Mmmmmghhh~~.’’

’’Arghhh~~ Mmmgh!’’ Ashoka’s claws scraped the wall, leaving faint marks as her body trembled, her tail tightening around his ankle. ’’Don’t stop,’’ she begged, her voice a growl that stoked the fire inside.

Leaving Ashoka teetering on the edge, Archer turned his attention to Inara, who stood a few steps away, her grey mane tousled and her red eyes blazing with need. Her dress hugged her muscular frame, the fabric stretched tight over her big breasts.

She licked her lips, still glistening from her earlier efforts, and her tail flicked restlessly as she watched him approach. ’’You’re not leaving me waiting, are you, husband?’’ Inara teased, her voice low and dripping with seduction.

The older woman leaned against a table, her posture inviting, her legs slightly parted to reveal the damp fabric of her panties. ’’Never,’’ he replied, his voice thick with desire.

Archer closed the gap in two strides, his hands finding her waist as he pulled her against him. Her breath caught as his fingers roamed upward, cupping her breasts through her dress, squeezing gently as he felt the weight of them in his palms.

Inara’s lips parted, a soft moan escaping as he pinched her nipples through the fabric, rolling them between his fingers until she squirmed against him. His other hand slid down, hiking her skirt higher to expose her toned thighs.

He traced the edge of her panties, feeling the heat and wetness seeping through. ’’So eager,’’ he muttered, his lips brushing her ear as he tugged the fabric aside, revealing her slick pussy.

’Fuck, so beautiful,’ he thought as his lust exploded.