The mansion's master suite was deliberately larger than either woman's private bedroom—high vaulted ceiling with the same mirrored expanse overhead, walls paneled in dark wood and soft black velvet, a massive bed that could comfortably fit five or six bodies without anyone feeling cramped.
The lighting was low, warm amber from recessed strips along the baseboards and a single chandelier of crystal droplets that caught every movement like tiny stars.
Henry had summoned them both here after the morning session with Mikaela. No words were needed; the mansion itself seemed to whisper the invitation through the halls with doors sliding open, lights guiding their bare feet along cool marble until they reached the double doors at the end of the corridor.
Kylie entered first—already naked, skin still flushed from whatever private thoughts had occupied her while she waited. Her long dark hair spilled over her shoulders, nipples tight from anticipation, a faint sheen of arousal already visible between her thighs.
Mikaela followed seconds later—equally bare, body marked with the faint red handprints and bite marks Henry had left that morning. Her dark eyes were glassy with devotion; every step she took toward the bed carried the quiet certainty of someone who had already surrendered everything.
Henry stood at the foot of the bed—completely nude, cock already half-hard and thickening visibly as he watched them approach. The Omnitrix on his wrist was the only thing he still wore; its black-and-red faceplate caught the light like a dark jewel.
He didn't speak at first.He simply crooked one finger. Both women moved instantly—Kylie on his left, Mikaela on his right—pressing their soft curves against his hard frame.
Four hands roamed his chest, abs, back. Lips found his neck, his jaw, his mouth. The kiss started slow—three mouths meeting in turns—then the kiss turned filthy. Tongues sliding together, tasting each other, tasting him.
Kylie moaned into his mouth while Mikaela sucked on his lower lip, teeth grazing just enough to sting. Henry's hands moved—one fisting Kylie's hair, the other gripping Mikaela's ass—pulling them tighter against him until their breasts pressed flat to his chest and their stomachs brushed the thick length of his cock.
"On the bed," he ordered, voice low and rough. "Side by side. Legs spread. Show me how wet you both are for this."
They scrambled up—crawling onto the silk—then turned onto their backs, thighs parting wide. Kylie's pussy was smooth-shaven, lips puffy and glistening.
Mikaela's was still slightly swollen from the morning, a faint trail of dried cum visible on her inner thigh, clit peeking out dark and needy. Henry climbed between them—kneeling tall—cock fully erect now, veins standing out, head flushed and leaking.
He reached down—two fingers sliding into Kylie first—then two into Mikaela—pumping slowly, letting them feel the stretch while his thumbs circled their clits in unison.
Both women arched—moaning in stereo—hips rolling to meet his hand.
"Touch each other," he commanded.
Kylie turned her head—captured Mikaela's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss while her hand slid down to pinch and roll Mikaela's nipple. Mikaela mirrored her in which her fingers finding Kylie's breast, squeezing, tugging the piercing there until Kylie whimpered into the kiss.
Henry watched—dark satisfaction in his eyes—then withdrew his fingers. He fed them to the women—first Kylie, then Mikaela—letting them suck their own and each other's arousal off his skin.
"Good girls," he growled. "Now—on your knees. Both of you. Face to face."
They obeyed—kneeling on the mattress, bodies pressed together, breasts brushing, mouths inches apart.
Henry moved behind Kylie first—gripping her hips—lined up—and thrust in hard. Kylie cried out—back arching—hands flying to Mikaela's shoulders for balance.
Henry fucked her with long, brutal strokes—each one driving her forward until her lips met Mikaela's again. They kissed desperately—messy, open-mouthed—while Henry pounded Kylie from behind.
After a dozen thrusts he pulled out—cock slick and shining—moved to Mikaela—slammed home in one stroke. Mikaela screamed into Kylie's mouth—walls clenching hard around him.
He alternated—fucking one, then the other—pulling out slick with one's juices only to bury himself in the next—keeping them both on the edge, both dripping, both moaning his name between kisses.
"Touch yourselves," he ordered. "Make each other come while I fuck you."
Kylie's hand dove between Mikaela's thighs—fingers circling her clit fast. Mikaela did the same—rubbing Kylie in tight, frantic circles.
Henry picked up speed—thrusting harder—deeper—slapping hips against ass with wet, obscene sounds.Kylie came first—shuddering, squirting around his cock when he was buried in her—walls fluttering, soaking his shaft and balls.
Henry pulled out—plunged into Mikaela—fucked her through Kylie's orgasm until she shattered too—screaming, gushing, nails digging into Kylie's shoulders. He didn't stop.
He flipped them both onto their backs—side by side—hooked their legs over his shoulders—two sets of thighs framing his face as he alternated again.
First Kylie—deep, punishing strokes—then Mikaela—same brutal rhythm—back and forth until both were sobbing, counting orgasms in broken voices.
"Three—four—five—"By the time they hit seven each, the sheets were drenched, their bodies trembling, voices hoarse. Henry pulled out—straddled their chests—cock hovering over their faces.
"Open. Together." Two mouths fell wide—tongues out—eyes locked on him. He stroked fast—once, twice—then erupted.
Thick, hot ropes painted both faces—across lips, cheeks, tongues—dripping down chins onto breasts. They leaned in—kissing again—sharing his cum between them—licking it off each other's mouths, chins, necks—greedy, filthy, devoted.
Henry watched—chest heaving—then leaned down—kissed them both in turn—deep, claiming—tasting himself on their tongues.
He slid lower—spread Kylie's thighs—buried his face in her pussy—lapping up her squirt and his leaking cum—then moved to Mikaela—same thorough attention—tongue plunging inside, sucking her clit until both women came again—soft, shuddering eighth and ninth orgasms—whimpering his name like a prayer.
Finally he rose—pulled them both against his chest—one on each side—arms wrapped around them possessively.
Both women curled into him—legs tangled with his—breasts pressed to his sides—faces nuzzling his neck.
"I love you," Kylie whispered.
"I love you," Mikaela echoed—voice wrecked.
Henry stroked their hair—dark smile curving his lips.
"I know."
The mirrored ceiling reflected three bodies entwined—sweat-slick, cum-marked, utterly owned.
The mansion lights dimmed to a gentle glow.
Outside the door—wars raged in distant worlds.
But here—his harem was growing.
And the next conquest was only a drive away.