Extra R18 TIS 297. 24 Wild Dom Play: The Orgy (3)

Extra R18 TIS 297. 24 Wild Dom Play: The Orgy (3)

We made our way back to the waiting room, where my women were already waiting for us on the cozy sofa. They looked at us with a mix of curiosity and eagerness. The room was charged with anticipation, and as we stepped in, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Diamond was the first to voice her disapproval, pointing out our tardiness with an air of playful reproach. She stood with her hand planted on her waist, her eyes landing on us as a pout formed on her lips, clearly dissatisfied with our delayed arrival.

"Late again, huh?" Diamond quipped, her tone teasing but a hint of annoyance evident in her voice.

Mia chimed in, her tone lighthearted as she teased Pearl, "Aren’t we all supposed to be on the same clock, Pearl?"

Pearl rolled her eyes, but a playful smirk danced on her lips. “Hey, cut me some slack. I'm the mastermind behind all of this, organizing everything, and I always end up getting the short end of the stick, not to mention the last turn,” Pearl explained, strolling over to the sofa with an air of nonchalance.

"We only spent a bit more time in the shower," I began, offering an explanation for our delayed arrival to the waiting room. "Just wanted to ensure I'm squeaky clean for the next round," I added, taking a seat between Emma and Olivia.

Emma chimed in with a blush tinting her cheeks. "I don't mind even if you reek your own cum, ya know?" she remarked, a playful glint in her eye as she bit her lower lip.

Olivia surprised me with her response. "Can't deny, that does sound kinda sexy," she confessed, casting a glance in my direction.

I couldn't help but feel a bit baffled. "Wait, I thought you guys preferred clean men," I pointed out, a tinge of confusion evident in my voice as I looked between Emma and Olivia.

"We are," Emma confessed, acknowledging their usual preference for cleanliness. "But sometimes, we're open to different things," she added, hinting at a more nuanced approach.

Puzzled by their statement, I couldn’t help but ask, "Why?" in an attempt to understand the logic behind their preferences.

Emma hesitated, trying to articulate her thoughts, letting out a contemplative hum as she searched for the right words to explain their perspective.

Olivia, stepping in for Emma, took the reins of the conversation, offering an explanation. "It's that manly scent," Olivia elucidated, attempting to describe the indescribable. "There's something about it that we can't quite put into words. It’s like an unspoken invitation to us," she continued, trying to express the allure of a more primal, masculine aroma.

Caught in the midst of their conversation, their peculiar attraction to a manly scent, a whole array of thoughts swirled in my mind. The confession of finding a scent attractive couldn't help but make me wonder if it had anything to do with my identity as an incubus. Could it be that my semen held some kind of allure, stirring arousal in the opposite sex?

The idea, as bizarre as it sounded, swirled in my thoughts, leading me down a comical path of imagination. ‘Maybe I should market men's colognes based on my unique scent,’ I mused to myself, the absurdity of the notion almost making me chuckle. It was an internal joke, a random whimsical thought. But, in an odd way, it sounded like a lucrative idea. The potential to create a scent that had an irresistible charm, albeit a far-fetched and slightly peculiar one.

Inwardly, I couldn't help but entertain the notion, considering the absurd possibilities. Selling colognes with the guarantee that women would be instantly infatuated, as if under an irresistible spell, was such a quirky and absurdly amusing idea.

However, lost in my internal musings, I hadn’t noticed the strange smile that had crept onto my face until Celia spoke up. “What are you thinking about? What's with that smile?” said Celia with a cringe. Her expression was a mix of both curiosity and disdain, looking at me with a cringe on her face. Even in my incubus form, the bond of being siblings was undeniable.

Caught off guard, I tried to brush it off, attempting to mask the odd trail of thoughts that had led to the peculiar smile on my face. "Oh, just a passing thought," I answered vaguely, trying to sidestep the peculiar nature of my musings.

But the idea, as bizarre as it was, lingered in my mind. The thought of possibly capitalizing on a strange, weird trait had a hint of twisted humor. Even though it was a ridiculous idea, there was an odd appeal to the notion of potential wealth from such a preposterous concept.

"So, what's the plan now?" I inquired, trying to steer the conversation away from the uncomfortable territory. I turned my gaze toward Pearl, seated next to me. “I mean, we're not just going to strip down and... well, go for it, right?” I repeated, the idea sounding incredibly awkward and frankly, unnerving.

Pearl's reaction was one of silence. She shifted nervously, a quick glance to the side, and pressed her lips together, an indication of her unease.

Picking up on her hesitance, I couldn't help but voice my surprise. "Hold on... are you seriously planning for us to just strip down and dive in like that?" I queried, a bit shocked by the notion.

Pearl turned to me, a seemingly innocent grin on her face. “Maybe we could use some alcohol to, you know, get in the mood,” she suggested, attempting to lighten the atmosphere. Then, she turned her attention toward Celia and Foxy, singling them out. "Except for you and you," she added, pointing to them one after the other.

The whole scenario was a mix of surprise and discomfort. The unexpected suggestion of just 'going for it' seemed far too bold, prompting a wave of discomfort and disbelief. Pearl's attempt to lighten the tension with the idea of alcohol didn't exactly erase the awkwardness of the situation.