The braziers were turned low, the colour of fresh blood.
I stood at the foot of the bearskin rug and looked at my evening's work.
Three women.
Three different kinds of fury.
One set of golden chains linking their collars to a single ring bolted into the floor.
Meiyue knelt ramrod straight, inner robe clinging to sweat-damp skin, ice-blue eyes promising murder.
Meixiang beside her, trembling, silver hair hiding half her face, breathing already shallow.
Huo Qing on the end, stripped to nothing but the golden collar and the glowing Level-2 Mark on her lower stomach, mud still streaked across her thighs, glaring like she could set me on fire with sheer willpower.
I took my time removing the armour. Piece by piece. Each clank made them flinch.
When the last plate hit the carpet I was naked, half-hard already, and the air smelled like fear and want in equal measure.
I crouched in front of them.
"Rules for tonight," I said, voice low. "You don't speak unless it's my name or 'please'. Everything else earns punishment. Understood?"
Meiyue spat to the side.
Huo Qing snarled, "Go fuck your–"
I pressed two fingers to the Mark on her stomach.
Level 3 flared instantly.
Her whole body arched, mouth open in a silent scream, hips jerking hard enough the chain rattled. A wet sound escaped her throat.
When it passed she was panting, eyes unfocused, thighs slick.
Meixiang whimpered. Meiyue's fists shook.
I looked at the elder twin. "That was one. Want to try for two?"
She clamped her mouth shut so hard I heard teeth grind.
Good.
I reached out, slow, and hooked a finger under Meixiang's chin. She let me tilt her face up.
"Open," I said.
Her lips parted before her brain caught up. Perfect.
I slid two fingers into her mouth, let her taste me while I watched her pupils blow wide.
Meiyue made a strangled protest. I didn't look away from Meixiang.
"Suck."
She did. Soft, hesitant, then desperate. Tongue curling like she was terrified of doing it wrong.
Huo Qing growled, shifted her knees apart without thinking, Mark pulsing.
I pulled my fingers free, glistening, and painted Meixiang's bottom lip.
"Stay exactly like that."
Then I turned to Meiyue. She tried to jerk away when I cupped her face. The chain stopped her.
I leaned in until our foreheads touched.
"You're going to watch," I whispered. "Every second. And when you can't take it anymore, you'll beg first."
Her breath hitched (half rage, half something else).
I kissed her. Not soft.
I took her mouth like I was conquering territory. She bit me. I bit back harder. Copper bloomed between us.
When I pulled away her lips were swollen and she was shaking.
I stood.
Three steps back. I sat on the edge of the war table, legs spread, cock heavy against my thigh.
"Hands behind your backs. Mouths only. Whoever makes me finish first earns the right to come tonight. The others watch."
Huo Qing lunged forward so fast the chain snapped taut. Meixiang whimpered and crawled after her. Meiyue stayed frozen for two heartbeats (pride warring with the heat already crawling under her skin), then followed.
Three silver heads bowed between my thighs.
Huo Qing attacked first (all aggression, no finesse, trying to end it fast).
Meixiang went slow and careful, tongue tracing every vein like she was memorising scripture.
Meiyue hesitated longest, then took me deeper than either of them, eyes locked on mine, pure hate and hunger in equal measure.
I let them fight for it. Minutes blurred.
The only sounds were wet mouths, rattling chain, and the occasional broken moan none of them wanted to admit was theirs.
Huo Qing tried to cheat (teeth grazing). I gripped her short hair and held her still while Meixiang took over, soft and perfect.
Meiyue made a furious sound and redoubled, throat opening, taking me to the root.
I lasted longer than I expected. When I came it was down Meiyue's throat, her eyes watering, body shaking with the effort not to gag.
I held her there until the last pulse, then let her pull off gasping, saliva trailing from her swollen lips to my cock.
The Mark on her chest flared gold (Level 1).
She stared at it in horror. I looked at the other two.
"Second place gets to lick her clean. Third place watches."
Huo Qing snarled and dove for Meiyue's face. Meixiang followed a breath later, tears on her cheeks, tongue already out.
Meiyue tried to jerk away. Couldn't.
I leaned back on my palms and enjoyed the show.
Three proud women, one chain, zero dignity left.
The night was young.
To be continued…