The goddess's eyes were locked onto his thing—her slender fingers wrapped tightly around the base, her grip gentle yet possessive.
Her gaze burned with a mix of curiosity, fascination, and a faint, dangerous hunger that made Sirius's breath hitch.
She stared at it like it was a divine artifact meant to be worshipped… or devoured.
Slowly—almost ritualistically—she leaned forward, her silvery strands of hair cascading down her shoulders like liquid moonlight.
Her soft lips parted as she drew closer, as if something unseen was pulling her toward him, guiding her by instinct alone.
"L-Lady Goddess…?"
Then it happened.
A kiss.
A small, wet chu sound echoed faintly in the air as her lips landed on the sensitive tip of his thing.
It was a light touch, but it jolted through him like a current of lightning.
His heart skipped a beat.
She tasted him.
It wasn't what she expected.
She had braced herself for something bitter… maybe salty… possibly unpleasant.
But what greeted her tongue instead was something strangely addictive.
Foreign, yes—but not repulsive.
In fact, it had a faint sweetness, a warm, musky flavor that clung to her lips.
It was sinful.
Strange.
And entirely too inviting.
Her tongue flicked out again, as if her body was seeking confirmation—yes, the taste was strange, but it was also undeniably pleasant.
Sirius stood frozen.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
This was the same goddess he'd constantly clashed with, always exchanging sharp words and sharp glares.
They bickered like fire and oil. And now?
She was on her knees… softly kissing the tip of his penis like it was something sacred.
Was this a dream?
If death came for him right now, he might just accept it with a smile.
Because something this good—this unreal—surely had to be some kind of fantasy before death.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cecilia.
She had paused at first, shocked and eyes wide with disbelief as she saw the goddess defile herself like this.
But only for a moment.
Without a word, she leaned forward too, her face closing in next to the goddess's.
Her warm breath brushed against Sirius's cock as she extended her tongue—slowly and teasingly—and joined in.
"Uugh…"
A strained groan escaped him.
Two unbelievably gorgeous women—each with beauty that could collapse kingdoms—were now kneeling in front of him, their faces huddled close as they licked and kissed his cock together like they were sharing a forbidden delicacy.
The visual alone was enough to fry his brain.
The feeling of their tongues—warm, soft and wet—sliding and teasing along his shaft sent pulses of intense pleasure through his entire body.
But it wasn't just the sensation.
It was the sight of it—the obscene, erotic image etched into his memory forever.
The way their lips brushed against each other occasionally.
The way their cheeks pressed close.
The way their long lashes fluttered as they glanced at each other between licks.
It was too much.
Sirius's hips bucked slightly on their own, his body reacting to the overwhelming pleasure.
He had to stop this.
If this kept going, he was going to cum—and he didn't want that.
Not like this.
Not when they'd already humiliated him earlier with that sensual double titjob, turning him into a mess with nothing but their breasts.
No, this time… he wanted to flip the script.
He lowered himself down onto the mat, lying flat on his back, and looked up at them.
"Goddess. Cecilia," he said. "Turn your asses over here."
The words hung in the air.
The goddess blinked, momentarily stunned.
She glanced at Cecilia—uncertainty flickering in her eyes.
This was dangerous.
This was the line she was never meant to cross.
She was a divine being.
A goddess.
To be touched by a mortal like this… to show herself like this…
But then her eyes drifted to Sirius—and then to Cecilia.
She couldn't bear the thought of Cecilia having him to herself.
No.
She wouldn't allow it.
Cecilia, in contrast, didn't hesitate for even a second.
With a grin, she turned herself around, her bare ass rising into the air as she shifted onto all fours.
Seeing her do that with such confidence, the goddess's internal resistance wavered.
Her pride and hesitation clashed violently with the jealousy brewing in her chest.
In the end, she gave in.
She turned around as well, her movements slower and more hesitant—but she too got down on all fours, her perfectly shaped ass raised.
And just like that, they lowered their heads again—and resumed what they had started.
Their tongues began lapping at Sirius's cock with renewed vigor, now from this new angle.
Their positions made the scene all the more intense and all the more obscene.
As Sirius endured the overwhelming pleasure once more, his eyes drifted to the divine sight before him.
Two heavenly asses.
Side by side.
Left and right.
So close.
So temptingly soft.
The view from below was devastating.
Cecilia's ass, in particular, was voluptuous beyond reason.
It was round, plush, and jiggling ever so slightly with the movements of her tongue.
That's not to say the goddess didn't have an incredible ass too.
She absolutely did.
But when standing next to Cecilia's naturally busty figure, it was simply unfair to compare.
Sirius reached up—almost reverently—and grabbed both of them, one cheek in each hand.
As soon as his fingers sank into their flesh, both women flinched.
Their butts jiggled at his touch, the soft, warm texture sending a different kind of thrill through his hands.
His palms explored their curves slowly, pushing deeper between the supple valleys of their asses.
And as he continued to fondle them, he could feel their reactions.
Their bodies squirmed, tense and sensitive.
Embarrassment?
Shyness?
He hoped so.
Because that was the point.
After what they had done to him earlier—turning his dick into their plaything—he wasn't going to just lie there and take it anymore.
This was his revenge.
His sweet, sensual revenge.
And from this angle…
He could see everything.
Their most intimate places—
Fully exposed, bare, and glistening.
Of course, he'd already seen them both earlier.
But now, they were so close and so vividly in front of him, that he noticed every tiny detail.
The goddess's pubic hair was soft and elegant, the exact same silvery hue as the hair on her head.
They were neatly trimmed, and somehow divine in its own right.
Her slit was tightly closed… but wet.
A thin stream of juices leaked from her slit, trailing slowly down her thighs and dripping onto the mat beneath.
Cecilia's was different.
Her pussy was plump, puffy, the kind that looked unbelievably soft to the touch.
Inviting. Tempting, even.
Her golden hair down there matched the color of her head too, like strands of sunlight wrapped around her most sacred place.
Sirius swallowed hard, his throat tightening as anticipation twisted in his chest.
His fingers slowly crept back toward those drenched, slick centers.
They were hotter and wetter than they had been just moments ago.
"Hya... ahhhhh!♥"
"Kufuuhhhh~!!♥"
Their voices rang out in unison.
The way their hips jerked, their bodies twitched, and their thighs clamped around his hands made it clear that he had hit that spot. The one that made their nerves light up and their minds go hazy.
With pinpoint focus, Sirius honed in on those spots like a hunter locking onto prey.
His fingertips moved with careful precision, caressing, circling, pressing, and teasing until the girls were writhing under his touch.
"Ku... fuh... ah...~♥"
"Nhhhg...~ Ahhhnnn~!♥"
The goddess and Cecilia looked at one another, their cheeks flushed, eyes heavy with lust.
It was as though a silent understanding passed between them, like a wordless agreement forged through shared pleasure.
Then, suddenly—
Cecilia leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Sirius's cock, starting from the swollen, sensitive tip.
"Ngh...!? W-What the...?!"
He couldn't see what she was doing down there, but the intense warmth that wrapped around him told the story better than sight ever could.
A soft, wet heat engulfed his length, pulsing around him like a velvet furnace.
It took him a moment, but he realized that Cecilia's mouth was moving.
Her lips formed a tight seal, gliding up and down his shaft, and her tongue curled lovingly underneath, swirling along the sensitive underside of his cock.
It was her first time doing something like this.
The village women had always offered her plenty of advice on how to win over a good man, and though she'd never used it until now, it had clearly left an impression.
Even without experience, her movements were refined and unshakably seductive.
Beside her, the Goddess's touch was just as deliberate.
She gently cupped his balls, her fingers caressing the sack with reverent care, while her tongue darted out to flick and lick, sending ticklish tremors through him with each pass.
Sirius didn't need to see to understand it.
His body already knew what was happening—
Both of them were working on him in tandem, skillfully, hungrily, and perfectly in sync.
After a few heated minutes, Cecilia slowly released his cock from her lips, a thin string of saliva connecting her mouth to his tip.
And right as she let go, the Goddess took her place.
Her mouth descended smoothly, lips wrapping around him as Cecilia turned her attention to the shaft.
She ran her tongue along the thick trunk, kissing the base, then trailing down to the joint where skin met sack—and she didn't stop.
Her tongue continued lower, tracing the shape of his balls, licking each one gently like she was worshipping them.
The timing was flawless.
It was like the two had choreographed it in advance.
An incredible display of teamwork that had Sirius trembling, helpless, caught in the flood of overwhelming stimulation.
Meanwhile, he hadn't stopped either—
His fingers were still sliding in and out of the molten heat between their legs, thrusting into the slick, dripping honeypots that welcomed him greedily.
"Nnnfuuuuuhhhhnnnn-!♥"
"Kyaaahnnnnn~!♥"
Their moans rang out again. It was a chaotic chorus of passion.
The Goddess's breathless gasps intertwined with Cecilia's high-pitched, shameless cries—
Two different voices, but both soaked with ecstasy.
The hot nectar poured freely now, gushing in warm rivulets down his arms, soaking his wrists.
Inside them, their pussies clenched and fluttered, wrapped around his fingers like velvet walls.
He moved deeper, twisting his fingers like he was searching through a cave—one made of heat, slickness, and tightening muscles.
The way their bodies responded only urged him to go harder.
"Ahhh, Si, Sirius~, aaaaahhh—~~!!♥♥ AAAAAAAHHHH!!!"
"Fuh, ah! There——♥♥♥ YAAAHHHH! Ahhh! AHHHHHH♥♥♥~!!!"
Their bodies arched upward, spines curving as if struck by lightning.
Spasms rocked through them, their voices climbing into shameless cries of climax.
'There... That's the spot,' Sirius realized.
He had found their most sensitive place.
Their ultimate weakness.
And just like them, he was nearing his limit.
He doubled down, driving his fingers in mercilessly—
Tormenting that treasured spot without restraint.
The Goddess and Cecilia, trembling from head to toe, leaned forward again, their tongues extending to touch the tip of his cock together.
The double sensation pushed him right to the edge.
And with one final thrust of his fingers, he brought them to climax alongside him.
"Ih! Aaa♥ AaAAA♥———uUUUUUUUUaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA♥♥♥!!!"
"U... kuuh!♥ uuaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA♥♥♥"
Their honeypots clamped down on him hard, spasming wildly as wave after wave of orgasm rocked their bodies.
His fingers were caught inside that intense suction.
And then—
Sirius couldn't hold back any longer.
His cock pulsed, and thick jets of cum erupted from him—shooting forward with a force that painted both of their faces with his release.
"Haaa~ haa~... Aaa... it's hot♥"
"Nnmm..."
They looked dazed and spellbound.
Their faces were glazed with his cum, but neither seemed to mind.
In fact, they slowly extended their tongues, licking around their lips like they were savoring dessert.
They turned to each other again.
Then, with a slow grace, they leaned in—faces inches apart—and used their tongues to clean off the rest, licking his cock and each other until every drop of cum had been wiped away.
***
I woke up slowly, the world around me feeling oddly heavy.
My limbs were pinned, warmth pressing into me from both sides.
Something soft was resting against my arms—no, not something—someone.
I opened my eyes.
There they were—Cecilia and the Goddess—both curled up beside me, their heads resting on my arms like they were body pillows.
Their breathing was soft and steady, completely at peace.
"So that night... wasn't a dream after all?"
I wasn't sure how I felt about that.
A part of me really wished it was just some insane fantasy. But another part... didn't want it to be a dream at all.
Maybe this whole situation was starting to mess with my head more than I thought.
"Father..." I whispered softly, careful not to disturb the sleeping beauties beside me. "I just had a threesome. Hope you're proud."
Well, to be honest... it wasn't exactly a proper threesome. But it sure as hell went far beyond anything innocent.
I could almost see it my old man grinning up in the clouds, his smile sparkling with dad-level pride, his thumbs raised high, like I'd just made him the proudest dad of all time.