Luther's Pride Part 16

The mansion’s bedrooms were prepared by the frankly overworked staff. Luther made a mental note to give them all some time off after this celebration if he could. More weddings loomed on the horizon, but there wasn’t time to consider the future. His present was filled with the women holding his hands. Helena was on his right, and Jo was on his left. The three made for a surprisingly varied trio, and the servants gave them their privacy as they left the party behind for the comfort of their bed chamber.

The crystals in the walls illuminated their path up the stairs, down the hallway, and through the large wooden doors.

“Is this our new apartment?” Helena asked, smiling as she looked around them. “It’s nice. I like the practice room being so close.” She said as she looked into the room beside the bed chamber to see the training dummy and practice weapons.

“Are you the types to prefer separate bedrooms or the same bed?” Jo asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Luther looked at Helena, who looked at him to answer first.

“I’d prefer the same bed if we can all fit, and if it’s everyone’s preference.” Luther answered, smiling down at Jo.

“That’s my preference.” Helena said. “I run a little hot, but I can’t wait to cuddle up at night.”

Jo smiled. “I guess we’ll see.” She said, climbing into the bed and scooting back to make room. “What else do you prefer?” She asked. “Shall we sleep in night clothes or in our skins?”

“Skins.” Luther answered without hesitation. “I’m not the kind to allow a stitch of clothing on my bed if I can avoid it.” To demonstrate, he dropped his robe, letting it slide off his shoulders, leaving him totally nude a pace away from the fur-lined blankets.

“I don’t detest night clothes.” Helena admitted. “But I’ll follow your lead.” She untied her robe, stepped over Luther’s and let him take her robe from her back as she moved to join Jo on the bed.

Jo fell back, laying down as Helena crawled above her. Helena’s massive breasts hung down, sliding against Jo’s hard muscles. The two women smiled at each other and kissed.

Luther, standing a pace away, smiled as he watched.

Helena untied Jo’s robe and pushed it aside, letting it join the blankets beneath them as they kissed, baring Jo’s body to the taller, larger woman.

The size difference between the two was almost entrancing, both in excellent physical shape, but proving the difference a regimen could make. Helena was still round at the edges, soft, curvy, and tall, and her muscles showed when she moved in specific ways. Jo was hard, rigid, and lean, with her muscles showing by default and her softness reserved for the feminine places of her breasts and butt.

Luther’s body was masculine in shape and form, his muscles rigid and clearly visible from his warrior’s physique. If either of his wives expected him to have the body of a scholar, they were disappointed. While magic ensured might did not always correspond to physical form, Luther’s might was clearly physical in addition to whatever arcane prowess he might possess.

Helena’s attention was focused on Jo beneath her. Both women closed their eyes as they kissed, their lips and tongues wrestling on the bed as they rolled together. Jo took the top position, straddling Helena’s bare stomach.

Luther took Jo’s robe from her shoulders, sliding it along her arms until it fell around her hips. The white wedding robes were beautiful silk, painstakingly woven, and worth their weight in gold. The third robe hit the floor as Luther tossed it aside and climbed beside his wives on the bed.

The three of them lay across the bed with the pillows behind Luther. Jo and Helena continued kissing, their hands wandering across each other’s bodies. Luther propped himself up on his elbow, and Helena gestured for him to scoot closer.

Luther moved closer, and Helena put her arm around him, holding him as Jo’s wandering hands found Helena’s massive breasts. She squeezed, and the soft flesh pillowed between her fingers. Helena’s nipples scraped Jo’s palms. They were stiff and rigid in her grasp, and Jo’s body erupted in gooseflesh as Luther’s hand pressed against the small of her back and slid lower.

Helena lifted her hips slightly.

Luther ran his hand from Jo’s back, over her butt, across Helena’s waist, over her hip, into the gap between her spreading thighs, where he stopped, squeezing her leg in a gentle grip that belied his strength.

“Don’t be soft, husband.” Helena whispered. “Not with me.”

Luther smiled but let them continue kissing. He shifted closer and ran his hand along her thigh, stroking Helena’s leg before he let his hand wander close to its destination. She was warm to his touch when his palm brushed her lower lips, her bush above her lips soft to his touch. He parted her with careful fingers sliding against her, and she was slick to his touch.

Helena gasped into her kiss with Jo, and Jo looked over her shoulder but couldn’t see what Luther was doing. She saw his arm and guessed its end and what he was doing based on the enjoyment flooding Helena’s face. Jo smiled and kissed Helena’s neck, unstraddling her by swinging her leg over and scooting down to give Luther room.

Luther didn’t move but continued rubbing Helena from one side as Jo rubbed her from the other. They kissed her neck from opposite sides, sliding down as they kissed and working their way to her breasts.

“Oh!” Helena gasped as Luther took her breast into his mouth, and Jo mirrored him. She squeezed both of them against her and felt Luther’s rigid length press against her hip from one side while wet warmth seeped into her thigh from between Jo’s legs.

Luther smiled, using his teeth to gently scrape against Helena’s flesh as his index and ring finger spread her open. His palm pressed gently against her bud, and his middle finger penetrated her gently, at first, curling inside her as he stroked her passion.

Helena moaned, arching her back to lift and press against them. Jo bit gently, taking the round underside of Helena’s breast between her teeth. She used her tongue to explore the crevice under Helena’s breasts and groped her with her hands to lift her breast out of the way.

Helena’s moan grew louder, and she closed her eyes. She ran her hands through Luther and Jo’s hair, holding them in place against her body. Her breathless gasps increased in their frequency as she tried to suck in air but failed every time Luther’s fingers shifted against her.

The soft, gentle movements were more pleasurable than she expected, and her body wasn’t accustomed to such pleasures. She shivered beneath her lovers, and Luther withdrew his fingers. He sucked the juices off his index finger, and at Jo’s curious gaze, he offered her his hand. She tentatively licked his middle finger, then took the entire length of it into her mouth and pinched her cheeks as she sucked the juices from it and scraped them with her tongue curled around the digit.

Jo moaned, and Luther smiled. He withdrew his hand from Jo’s mouth and crooked his finger, beckoning her toward him. She leaned over Helena and met Luther in the middle, where they kissed. Their soft lips both tasted of Helena, and their tongues wrestled against one another in a gentle dance.

Luther smiled and pulled away, sliding down on the bed. He gestured, and Jo climbed onto Helena once more. Helena shifted, and Jo lay on her, facing the ceiling. Helena reached around her and groped Jo’s breasts, causing the more petite woman to moan.

Luther, meanwhile, settled himself between Jo’s thighs, spread by Helena’s knees as she bent her legs and planted her feet on the mattress. Jo was trapped in her position but not complaining as Luther’s lips and tongue explored her body, moving from her thighs to her folds, then down to Helena’s, and back again.

He probed their most intimate places with his tongue, licking, curling, swirling, and dancing against their flesh in strokes that bewildered their senses. He pressed Helena’s legs apart and held them there when she tried to close them. Luther pinned her thighs open and feasted on her, then Jo, then Helena again, then Jo again, alternating between the two of them until both women were shivering, convulsing messes unable to take the prolonged torture anymore.

“Please.” Helena begged. “Please, husband.”

“Yes.” Jo moaned. “Please, husband.”

Luther’s fingers joined his tongue, plunging into Jo as he ate Helena, then eating Jo as he fingered Helena, alternating between the two every minute while their begging turned nonverbal. Jo and Helena whimpered, moaned, twisted, and groaned their pleasure at every switch.

“Pleh.” That was all Jo managed to say. Luther struck her words from her with his tongue, holding her thighs in place from below as he scooped her up and upturned her hips. She arched against Helena below her and moaned in a high whine, wordless and senseless of all but pleasure.

Luther pulled her between Helena’s legs and entered her from above, sheathing his length in her shivering body that finally made her gasp her gratitude. Every inch drew her closer to release, to climax, and she was impatient for her arrival.

Helena took her opportunity and slid toward the other side of the bed before crawling over Jo’s body and kissing her way from Jo’s lips to her neck, over her collarbone, over her breasts, along her stomach, to the place where she joined Luther. Then her mouth traveled its kisses from the base of Luther’s length, across the rigid V of his abdomen, up his abs, over his pec, to his neck, and finally his lips. Jo’s tongue entered Helena from below as Helena’s tongue pushed past Luther’s lips, and she moaned in appreciation.

Helena’s eyes met Luther’s as she shifted and braced herself with her hands on his shoulders. Luther did the same, and they returned to kissing, forming a triangle between the three lovers. Helena rolled her hips against Jo’s face and gasped as Jo redoubled her efforts, sliding her fingers against Helena’s bud and trapping her while her tongue worked her holes.

Luther plunged into Jo, enjoying the warmth and the tight grasp Jo’s muscular body exerted on his length. The seldom-touched underside of his length enjoyed the sensation with the remainder of him. He arched his back as he thrust against her resistance.

“I’m going to…” Luther hesitated, knowing he didn’t need to make the announcement.

Helena smiled and kissed him fiercely. “Fill her, husband. Fill your wife and make her yours.”

Luther groaned, and Helena bit his shoulder. His fingers squeezed and groped Jo beneath him, making her shake as he emptied himself into her with a surprising amount of force. He felt three rapid pulses, then he was done, softening even as he withdrew.

Helena closed her eyes and panted, grunting as she rolled off Jo’s face, and Jo gasped in air by the lungful.

Helena and Jo both caught their breath, lying against the mattress in different directions as Luther fell beside them, lying on his side.

“You are quite a skilled lover, husband.” Jo remarked. “As are you, wife.”

Helena scoffed. “I’m not half as good as our husband, but I have a feeling I’ll learn. It’ll just take practice. Lots and lots of practice. Every day. At least an hour a day.”

Luther laughed. “I’ll do my best to teach you everything I know and learn as much as possible.”

They laughed. Helena rotated, putting her head beside Jo’s, which was beside Luther’s, and laying her arm across Jo’s chest while Luther rested his across her stomach, his hand on her opposite hip.

“Mmm.” Jo closed her eyes. “It’s nice to know I won’t have any cold nights anymore.”

“Never again.” Helena agreed.

“Mm.” Luther grunted, which everyone took as an agreement, as intended.

Sleep came for them before they adjusted to put the pillows under their heads, but they were tired from their exertions, relaxed from the wine and their release. The bed beneath them was soft, the bodies beside them warm, and the air against them warmed by the fire in the fireplace.

The servants left their room alone, and the three newlyweds slept peacefully until the early morning.