The walk home was a long, silent journey through my own head. The adrenaline from the firefight at the bar had long since faded, leaving behind a strange, hollow quiet. I replayed the scene over and over: the weight of the revolver in my hand, the sharp crack of the shots, the sight of the men falling.
I killed someone. I am a killer. The thought wasn't a question; it was a statement of fact. Four men were dead because of me. The physical, mental, and emotional exhaustion of the past few weeks washed over me, a heavy, suffocating tide.
But as I walked, another, more disturbing thought surfaced. I didn't feel a shred of guilt. Not a single pang of remorse. Just a cold, clean sense of a job well done.
"Because a king's most important duty is to protect his kingdom," I thought, the words echoing with the chilling logic of my new skills. "And he will do anything to protect it."
I was so lost in this internal debate that I almost missed the buzz of my phone. It was a message from Maya.
"Good evening, Leader. I'm sending you a location and time. Please come."
Just reading her words, the simple, direct invitation, was like a switch being flipped in my brain. The heavy thoughts of murder and morality evaporated, replaced by a hot, coiling anticipation. I forgot everything else. The exhaustion, the guilt, the weight of my new empire—it all vanished. I changed direction without a second thought and headed straight for the address she had sent.
It was a nice, modern apartment building in a quiet, residential part of the city. I found the right building and called Maya. "Where do I go?"
"Take the stairs nearby, Leader," she said, her voice a low, playful purr. "First floor. The door on the right."
I did as she said. I knocked once, a firm, confident sound. There was no answer. I tried the handle. The door was unlocked.
I pushed it open and stepped inside.
And then, I froze.
The air in the apartment was thick with the scent of vanilla and something else, something musky and intoxicating. The lighting was a dim, seductive red, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. And in the center of the room, they were waiting for me.
Maya was a vision in black. She wore a see-through lace bodysuit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, her perfect cleavage and dusky nipples on full display. Over it, she wore a tiny black crop top with the words 'Daddy's Girl' written in bold, white letters. A pair of ridiculously short blue denim shorts completed the look.
Chloe was her perfect opposite, a fallen angel in white. Her own sheer bodysuit was a delicate web of lace, her own perfect breasts and nipples clearly visible. Her white crop top was even smaller than Maya's, barely covering her collarbones, and she wore the same impossibly short denim shorts.
My brain just… stopped. The last vestiges of my earlier turmoil were incinerated in a wave of pure, primal lust. I felt the familiar hum of my skills activating, a silent, powerful surge. I closed the door behind me, the soft click echoing in the charged atmosphere.
"So," I said, my voice a low, dangerous growl as I walked towards them. "How are my girls doing?"
"Daddy," Maya purred, her eyes sparkling with a wicked light. "We've been very naughty girls."
"We deserve a punishment," Chloe added, her own voice a husky whisper.
I didn't need any more invitation. I grabbed both of them by the waist, my grip possessive, claiming. It was a statement: You are mine. My hands moved up, each one finding a soft, full breast. They both moaned in unison, their hands coming up to cover mine, pressing them tighter.
I locked Chloe's lips with mine, consuming her. She was forced to let me in, her juicy, cherry-red lips parting under the force of my kiss. She couldn't resist. She didn't want to. She melted against me, her body pliant and eager. Simultaneously, my other hand played with Maya's nipple, rolling the hardened peak between my thumb and forefinger.
"Daddy's hands are so firm," Maya gasped, her voice a breathless moan.
I pulled back from Chloe, who was panting, her face flushed, her eyes hazy with desire. "Huh… huh… this is so passionate," she breathed.
Then, I turned to Maya, locking my lips with hers. Her mouth was so delicate, so delicious. I bit her lower lip gently, and our tongues swirled together in a hot, wet symphony. I was consuming both of them, feeding on their desire, my own lust a raging inferno.
Then, they were pushing me, guiding me towards the bedroom. They threw me onto the large, plush bed.
"We want to give Daddy a memorable pleasure," Maya said, crawling onto the bed beside me.
"We're going to be the best girls for our Daddy," Chloe added, moving to my other side.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and they both knelt in front of me. With practiced, eager hands, they pulled down my pants and my underwear. My erect cock sprang free, a hard, thick sentinel in the dim red light. They stared at it, their expressions a chaotic, beautiful mixture of shock, fear, a playful smile, and a raw, sultry desire.
"Isabel is our best friend," Maya said, her voice a reverent whisper. "And she wasn't sharing something like this with us."
"She was telling the truth," Chloe breathed, her eyes wide. "I thought she was just joking, but she was telling the truth. Such a gigantic thing. How did she even fit this inside her?"
"She didn't fit it," I said, my voice a low, possessive growl. "I pushed her to her absolute extreme, until I was deep inside her. She screamed so loud."
A devilish smile spread across both of their faces. They looked at each other, a silent, wicked understanding passing between them. First, they sniffed it, their noses close to the tip. Then, they both kissed it, their lips soft and warm.
"Let us give you an amazing blowjob, Daddy," Maya whispered, her voice full of a nervous, thrilling excitement.
"Bon appétit," Chloe added.
Maya went first, her movements hesitant but filled with a desperate eagerness. She took just the tip into her mouth, her eyes wide with a mixture of awe and a little bit of fear. "It's so big, Daddy," she murmured, her voice muffled. "I don't know if I can take it all."
"You can," I said, my voice a low, encouraging rumble. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"
Her eyes shone with a new determination. She took a deep breath and took more of me into her mouth, her throat working, her eyes watering slightly. The feeling was incredible. Chloe joined in then, her tongue tracing a hot, wet path down my shaft while Maya focused on the head. They licked my dick in perfect sync, their tongues swirling around me, exploring every nook and cranny. They were an amazing pair.
"Is Daddy having fun?" Maya asked, looking up at me through her long lashes.
"We'll give our best," Chloe promised.
I was lost in a sea of immeasurable pleasure.
"Look, Daddy's twitching," Chloe said with a grin.
"Does Daddy want to cum?" Maya asked, her voice a pleading purr. "Please, cum on us. Cum on your dirty girls, Daddy."
"Yes, Daddy," Chloe begged. "Paint our faces with your hot, thick cum. Please give it to us. Ahh… Daddy."
They increased the pace, their movements a frantic, desperate rhythm. I climaxed, a huge, fresh load exploding from me, covering their beautiful faces and their exposed breasts. A thick spurt of my hot semen painted Chloe's eyelids, her lips. The same went for Maya.
"It's so thick," Maya said, her voice a breathless whisper as she licked a drop from her own lips. "The smell is intoxicating. I'm going to get addicted to Daddy's scent. This manly smell is on a whole other level compared to my pathetic boyfriend's."
"Why didn't I know Isabel had such an amazing, hot-stuff brother?" Chloe lamented. "I would have pounded him earlier. Daddy, how much would you rate our performance?"
My dick was still hard, standing at attention. They were amazed.
"Leader, you don't need a rest," Maya said, her eyes wide with a new kind of awe.
"You're talking about rest?" Chloe scoffed. "This is the first time a man has stood this long. My boyfriend wouldn't be able to hold it for two minutes, and after one time, he'd say he was done. But Daddy's dick is ready for another round."
"Girls," I said, my voice a low, dangerous growl. "Continue your work. Daddy is not satisfied. My good girls need to work harder."
"Yes, Daddy," they said in unison, their eyes shining with a new, sultry light.
They started rubbing my dick with their semen-covered breasts. It was the first time in my life I had ever experienced a double boob job. Their breasts were so soft, so delicate, so amazing. I was getting more and more pleasure.
"Looks like Daddy is loving it," Chloe said.
"We'll do everything for our Daddy," Maya promised. "We just want so much love from you."
They were trying every trick on me. I was trying to control myself, but it was impossible.
"Please, cum for us, Daddy," Maya pleaded. "We've been such naughty girls."
"Daddy, please give us your white, thick yogurt," Chloe begged.
I came once more, this time with an even greater intensity. "We are so lucky that you covered our beautiful faces," they said.
I was completely fired up. I picked them both up and put them on the table. I pulled down their shorts. They were lying there, defenseless, beautiful. I moved towards Chloe, her deep crimson eyes a mixture of shyness and excitement. "We are ready to accept Daddy's love," she whispered.
I tore her bodysuit and started playing with her, licking, sucking, biting her nipples. She could only moan beneath me. Maya came up from behind, pressing her own soft breasts against my back. "Daddy, I also want your love," she murmured.
I moved to Maya. I placed her in a doggy style, her perfect ass raised towards me, her body bent, ready for my dick. I tore her bodysuit. Her pussy was slick, ready for me. I put my hands on her ass. My dick was about to enter her. "Please be gentle," she whispered.
I just pushed my whole dick inside her.
She moaned, a loud, sharp cry that was a mixture of pain and pure ecstasy. "It's so huge," she gasped. "I'm dying. It's hitting my uterus. Ahh."
Chloe came to me. "Daddy, start moving," she urged. "She's enjoying it so much."
I started to move, a hard, steady rhythm. Maya was moaning continuously, loudly. On the other hand, I locked Chloe's lips with mine, my free hand playing with her breast. We were giving each other love bites. Under me, Maya was shouting, "Yes, Daddy! Give me my climax! I want to cum! Destroy my pussy!"
I increased the pace of my thrusts. "Daddy, I'm such a bad girl, please punish me."
I started spanking her ass, the sound a sharp counterpoint to her moans. Her pussy was grinding against my dick. "Maya, you are such a bad girl," I growled. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget all about your pathetic boyfriend."
"Yes, Leader!" she screamed. "Make me forget about him!"
I came deep inside her. I pulled my dick out, and she collapsed onto the table, catching her breath as she squirted, my semen gushing out from her pussy. Her womb was filled with my seed. "This is the best climax I have ever had," she breathed.
Then, Chloe pushed me to lie down on the bed. "Daddy, let me ride you."
"Come on, ride me," I said. My dick was still standing.
She took her position, straddling my hips. "I'm a little scared," she whispered, "but I can do it."
She started to push my dick inside her small, tight pussy. I could see she was trying her best, her eyes rolling back in her head, her expression a mixture of stress and pleasure. When she reached the end of my dick, when she had pushed my whole cock inside her, there were tears of joy and pain in her eyes. "Am I a good girl, Daddy?" she asked.
I grabbed her by the waist. "You are a very good girl," I said. "Now, let Daddy work for you."
I started fucking her, moving her waist on my dick. She was moaning, "Daddy, please, slow down."
"But your pussy is sucking me inside," I growled. "It doesn't want to let me go. Are you sure you want me to slow down?" I increased the pace.
"Ahh! I'm loving it!" she screamed. "Please, fuck me! Fuck the deepest part, where no one has ever been able to explore! I want to be your bitch! I want to become your bitch, Leader! I want to become your bitch, Adam!"
Then, suddenly, Maya sat on my face. "Daddy, please play with my naughty pussy," she said.
Now, I was fucking Chloe and licking Maya. I was enjoying it so much. We all three climaxed together. Chloe was on the verge of fainting. "Thank you so much, Leader," she gasped.
Maya slid off my face and started sucking my cock again. "I want to suck Daddy's dick," she said, her voice a reverent whisper, as if she were speaking of a holy relic. "This is the best lollipop I have ever had." Her movements were more confident now, her earlier hesitation gone, replaced by a desperate, addictive hunger. She swirled her tongue around the head, her eyes locked on mine, a look of pure, unadulterated devotion on her face. "I want to taste you again, Daddy," she murmured. "I need to."
When I was about to climax, I pushed my dick deep into her throat and came. She choked, her body convulsing, but she didn't pull away. She swallowed everything, her eyes watering, a triumphant, satisfied smile on her face. "It's so delicious, Daddy," she said, her voice a hoarse whisper.
Then, I moved to Chloe. She was lying on the bed, exhausted, a beautiful, ruined mess. I held her head gently, tilting it back. "Open up for Daddy," I whispered. She obeyed without hesitation, her lips parting in a silent invitation. I started fucking her throat, a slow, possessive rhythm. It was a different kind of intimacy, a raw, primal act of dominance and submission. It was exciting. I came inside her and on her face. "Daddy is loving me so much," she said, her voice a hoarse, breathless sound, a tear of pure ecstasy tracing a path through the fresh layer of my cum on her cheek.
We all three enjoyed each other so much. We went to the bath together, all three of us in the large, steaming bathtub. The water was hot, the air thick with the scent of soap and sex. Maya was sucking me under the water, her movements slow and languid, while I was eating Chloe's pussy, my tongue a relentless instrument of pleasure. It was perfect. I even came inside them in the bathroom, the hot water a strange, sensual contrast. We then continued in their bed. They bent down, showing me their tits, their asses raised in the air, a silent, eager invitation. I was fucking both of them in different positions, in different ways. I was in total beast mode. The whole room was filled with the scent of semen, love juice, and moans.
After three hours of non-stop intercourse, both Chloe and Maya had fainted.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Maya stirred, her voice a sleepy murmur. "Hey, you sassy girl, go check who's on the door."
Chloe groaned. "I don't have the strength. Let's just rest. I don't care."
"Both of you are tired," I said, my own voice a low, satisfied rumble. "But we'll be doing more."
"But Adam, this is already too much," Maya said.
"How did Isabel go for six hours?" Chloe wondered. "I think she's just as insatiable as her brother."
"We're not stopping," I said. "We'll continue after I return after checking who is on the door."
They were both exhausted. I vaguely wrapped a towel around my waist and went to open the door.
The moment I pulled the door open, I was struck dumb.
Standing in the hallway were two women whose beauty was so profound, so absolute, it felt like a physical blow. A mother and a daughter.
The mother, Marilyn Johansson, was a vision of mature, glamorous sensuality. Voluminous blonde curls cascaded around her shoulders, framing a face that was a masterpiece of high cheekbones, full, sultry lips, and intelligent, knowing eyes. A tiny, perfectly placed mole on her cheek only served to enhance her classic, film-star beauty. She was voluptuous, confident, a woman who knew her own power.
Her daughter, Aila, was a perfect mirror, but with a youthful, rebellious fire. Her own blonde hair was long and sleek, a stark contrast to her mother's wild curls. She had the same incredible figure, the same confident, sultry expression, but her eyes held a spark of challenge, of a passion that was just waiting to be unleashed.
They were both staring at me, their own expressions a mixture of shock and a dawning, captivated awe. They had clearly been expecting some rough, thuggish boy. But I was not that. I was handsome, masculine, a gentleman, and, thanks to my skills, radiating an aura of intimidating power.
Marilyn was the first to speak, her voice a low, husky murmur. "Where are Maya and Chloe?"
"They're resting," I replied, my own voice calm and even.
Aila looked me up and down, a slow, appreciative gaze. "And who are you?"
"I'm their boyfriend," I said, a confident, easy smile on my face.
Marilyn whispered to Aila, her voice a scandalized hiss. "Are the young generation really this… free-minded?"
"I don't know," Aila replied, her own eyes still fixed on me. She then turned her gaze to me, a hint of a smirk on her lips. "I'm not saying you can't enjoy yourselves, but please, do it in moderation. We were trying to sleep, but your… moans… are so loud."
"Young people are so energetic," Marilyn added, though her eyes were sparkling with an amused, intrigued light. "But can you please do it in moderation?"
"We'll remember that," I said.
The air in the hallway was thick with an unspoken, electric tension. The pheromones from my earlier activities were still clinging to me, a potent, intoxicating scent that was clearly affecting both of them. I could see them catching the scent, their own expressions shifting, a new, dawning desire in their eyes.
"We're leaving," Marilyn said, her voice a little breathless.
But before she could turn, it happened. The towel I had so vaguely wrapped around my waist, loosened by my movements, chose that exact moment to fall.
It dropped to the floor, leaving me standing there, completely naked, my huge, still-hard cock pointing directly at them.
I didn't hide it. I didn't even flinch. I just stood there, letting them look.
They were on the verge of collapse. Their faces flushed, their eyes wide with a mixture of shock, fear, and a raw, undeniable fascination. Without a word, without a single thought, they both turned, pushed their way into the apartment, and slammed the door shut from the inside.
"Okay, ladies, what happened?" I asked, a slow, dangerous grin spreading across my face as I closed the door behind them.
They didn't say anything. They just knelt in front of me, their eyes fixed on my cock with a look of pure, primal worship. Instinctively, they started licking it, their movements clumsy but full of a desperate, undeniable hunger. They pushed me back onto the sofa. Chloe and Maya were still resting on the bed, their eyes closed.
"Ladies," I said, my voice a low, amused rumble. "This isn't good. I'm with my girlfriends. I don't even know who you are. Let's introduce ourselves."
The younger woman looked up, her eyes blazing with a rebellious fire. "I'm Aila Johansson, and this is my mother, Marilyn Johansson. We're the owners of this property. And any further introductions can wait."
"Marilyn and Aila," I said, my voice a low, dangerous purr. "I'm Adam. But don't you think this is all going a little too fast?"
They ignored me, a predatory glint in their eyes as they went back to sucking and licking my cock. A mother-daughter duo. Oh my God, I'm in heaven. They were clumsy, but I was loving it.
"Yeah," I said, leaning back into the sofa. "You're right. Just keep sucking."
They were too focused, not saying a word, just concentrating on my dick. I could feel the pleasure building. When I was about to cum, Aila suddenly took my whole dick into her mouth. I came inside her.
She pulled back, a string of my semen connecting our lips. "So this is how a man tastes," she said, her voice a breathless whisper. "It's quite sweet. I love this texture. Thick, gooey. And what a manly scent." Her mother's eyes got excited, and she started sucking me again, this time with a new, intense passion. While stuffing her mouth, she said, "I also want your semen. Give me your cum."
Aila came closer to my face. "I don't know who you are, ladies," I said, my voice a low growl. "But I'm loving this." I grabbed her and kissed her, a deep, passionate kiss that was meant to leave an impression, to mark her as mine. She couldn't do anything; she was letting me do whatever I wanted.
We pulled apart. "You are amazing, Adam," she said. "Not like my boyfriend, who's a scaredy-cat."
I removed her silk camisole and bit her tits. She moaned, a loud, sharp cry of pure pleasure. "Oh! Yes, Adam! This is what I want!"
I looked at Marilyn. "You're clumsy," I said. "Let me help you." I held her head, pressing it down, until her mouth reached the end of my cock. I started a rhythmic movement. I came inside her, her mouth filling with my semen. It was coming out of her mouth as she coughed. "This is how it feels to be choked," she gasped. "It's my first time."
Both Maya and Chloe were staring at us now. "Looks like Daddy found two other naughty girls to play with," Maya said, a sleepy, amused smile on her face.
"I never knew Mrs. Johansson and Aila were both so sexually frustrated," Chloe added.
"Both of you were tired," I said, my voice a confident, possessive growl. "So I thought I should invite some new friends. I don't know these women, but they're doing a good job."
"It's okay, Adam," Maya said. "We're all enjoying ourselves."
"Don't mind us," Chloe added. "And we do need a rest."
"But we still have a long way to go," I said.
Marilyn was taking her time. I picked Aila up by the ass, her face in front of mine. "Are you ready to get penetrated?"
"Like this?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper. "In this position, while you're carrying me?"
"Yes," I said. "Like this. We'll be more connected."
She blushed. "It's my first time, so please be gentle."
I started entering her virgin pussy. She was in pain. "Okay," she gasped. "This is the pain everyone talks about when something enters their pussy."
I continued to enter her, locking her lips with mine, consuming her, marking her. When I reached her deepest part, she moaned out loud. "Yes," she said. "This is a new and amazing feeling. Now I know what I was missing."
"Aila," I said. "Okay, let's get to the main course." I started moving. She was trying to keep up, but she was totally lost in pleasure and pain. "Yes," she cried. "Cum inside me! I want my first time to be memorable!"
I came inside her. She hugged me tightly. "Thank you for giving me such an amazing experience."
Her mother, Marilyn, was masturbating. I closed in on her. "So, Marilyn," I said. "Should I?"
First, I made her climax with my tongue, then I penetrated her in a missionary position. "Your cock is so hard," she gasped. "I'm going to die. Slow down."
But I was enjoying this milf pussy, a sexually frustrated milf. I wanted to enjoy her. Her pussy was different from the other girls, tight but delicate. "Marilyn," I growled. "I don't know about you, but let me fuck you and enjoy you. I want to mark you with my dick."
She went with the flow. "Yes, Adam! Mark me!"
I was fucking her insanely. She was moaning loudly. She climaxed, but I didn't stop. "I'm sensitive, please stop," she begged. I continued. I came inside her. "Oh, so much of your baby seed inside me," she said. "Of another man. But I'm loving it. I feel like a woman for the time. Huh… huh… this is how a woman's pleasure feels like." But I continued to fuck her. She was begging me to stop, but her pussy was demanding more. I came three times inside her, and once, I made her drink my semen. "Thank you so much," she said.
Both the mother-daughter duo were tired. I went to Maya and Chloe. "Are Daddy's girls ready?"
They were in unison. "Yes, Daddy."
"From today onward," I said, my voice a possessive, dominating growl, "both of you are mine. You are not allowed to let another man touch your body. You are not allowed to even think about any other man."
They both hugged me. "The day we heard about you, Adam," Maya said, "we didn't think about our boyfriends anymore."
"We'll break up with them," Chloe added. "We were only members of the Ruthless Animals for spying. Who needs them now?"
"We are Daddy's girls," Maya and Chloe said in unison. "And we are Adam's girls."
Then I gathered all four of them on the massive bed. The night wasn't over; it had just truly begun. The room, which had been a stage for individual encounters, became a sanctuary of shared passion. Marilyn and Aila, their initial shock replaced by a desperate, all-consuming hunger, were no longer clumsy. They were explorers, their hands and mouths mapping my body with a reverence that was almost holy.
"I can't believe this is real," Aila whispered, her head resting on my stomach as Chloe and Maya took their turns pleasuring me. "My whole life, I've felt... numb. But this... with you... I feel everything."
Marilyn, her usual glamorous composure completely shattered, looked at me with tears in her eyes. "You've awakened something in me, Adam," she said, her voice thick with an emotion that was a world away from her usual cool confidence. "Something I thought was dead. I feel like a woman again. Thank you."
Chloe, hearing this, just giggled, a wicked, joyful sound. "See, Maya? We're not the only ones who think Daddy's a god."
"He's not a god," Maya corrected her, her voice a low, serious purr as she licked a trail up my inner thigh. "He's our King. And we're his queens."
The atmosphere was electric. There was no jealousy, no rivalry. It was a strange, beautiful symphony of shared desire. Aila would kiss Marilyn's shoulder while her mother was kissing me. Maya would guide Chloe's hands, showing her what I liked. It was a chaotic, beautiful, and utterly depraved dance of unadulterated love and lust.
I was in the center of it all, a king on his throne. I fucked them all, moving from one to the next, taking them in every way imaginable. I took them together, their bodies slick with sweat and my cum, their moans a constant, beautiful chorus that filled the room. We were a tangle of limbs, a mess of pleasure and release.
"More, Adam," Aila would cry out. "Please, give me more!"
"Don't stop," Marilyn would beg, her voice a raw, desperate plea. "Please, don't ever stop."
"He's all ours tonight," Chloe would declare to Maya, their faces flushed with a triumphant joy.
"He's all ours forever," Maya would reply.
The night was a blur of passionate encounters, of fucking four hot and sexy women, of coming in every hole I could possibly find. They moaned beneath me, pleasuring me, and I returned the favor, fucking them to their very core. Their shared enthusiasm for my dick was fascinating. There was no sign of jealousy, only a strange and powerful harmony of unadulterated love, passion, and moans. And the beautiful, tangled mess of our bodies was painted with the evidence of our endless, explosive pleasure.