At my direction, Gabrielle steps aside and Rosaline rushes in and lays hands on Nadine. I don’t see anything happen—there’s no magical floating runes and script like when Gabrielle does her hot chanting shit. But soon enough, there’s minute convulsions in Nadine chest and legs, her body twitching back to consciousness.

She gasps, kicking, arms thumping, like she’s been shocked with a defibrillator. Rosaline almost immediately attaches her mouth to her tit, shushing her like some kind of absurdly erotic hot mom. Nadine, pussy drooling with her own juices and my cum, sucks greedily. Her eyes are rolled back into her head and she’s soon wrapping her body entirely around Rosaline and whimpering with need for more milk.

“What is this?” I shake my head. “What’s going on?”

Gabrielle starts to answer, but I grab her and shove her down to her knees in front of me and force my cock into her mouth

“You, shut the fuck up. It’s your fault any of this is happening. You don’t talk any more.”

She protests only for an instant before acquiescing and going to work. She’s so fucking good at sucking cock. Her lips, full and puffy, look amazing as they become increasingly glossy from saliva and precum.

Rosaline watches this, eyes glassy and dazed and a bit of drool leaking from her mouth. She puts Nadine’s fingers into her pussy. She’s forgotten all about my question.

“Suck him, sister…” she whimpers. “Oh, suck him, please…”

“Hey.” I snap my fingers. My other hand is still powerfully guiding Gabrielle up and down my cock. “What’s this about? What happened to Nadine?”

It takes her a moment to answer. She’s obsessed with my cock. This woman could bring down empires with a wink; she’s the hottest blonde I’ve ever seen, and she’s totally obsessed with my hard cock. It’s an ego trip.

“Being your slave is killing her. You’re too powerful, Master.” She licks her lips. “Look at you go. So powerful…”

“What the hell? Gabrielle told me making her my slave like this would save her life.”

Gabrielle tries to say something, but I fuck her face even harder until the thought eliminates from her head. I don’t want her to get started, or else soon I’ll be trying to fuck, I don’t know, ten sororities at the same time.

I look at Rosaline, thinking about doing just that. Her hot lips part again, her tongue flicking against their plush surface.

Twenty. I could easily do twenty.

“Well, that’s true.” Rosaline smiles. “Becoming your slave meant she would stop trying to self-sacrifice to honor your obvious glory. It’s just that your power has grown, as I’m sure you’ve notice.”

“Because I have you now.”

“Yes, Master,” she nods eagerly. “You’re so powerful…mortal women can’t take it. I can barely take it. I’ll be exhausted at least for another two hours from last night before I’m at full power again. Nadine won’t recover at all, though. Being your slave is simply too much for a mortal woman.”

Nadine is totally out of it for this. Her eyes are no longer rolled back into her skull, but they’re closed. She’s almost infantile, sucking and whimpering at Rosaline’s heavy, willing tit.

“But you can keep healing her, right? Like you have been?”

“I can…” she shrugs. “You want to keep her alive, is that my understanding?”

“She’s innocent in all of this.” I sigh. It’s hard to feel bad about it when Gabrielle is slurping up and down my rod. “She just happened by because we were making a lot of noise. I don’t want her to die just because you two enacted some sick sex dance mega-magic.”

“That’s hardly how I would describe enacting a millennia-old plan, Master, but…I take your meaning.” She bites a lip. Her hand comes forward onto Gabrielle’s skull. Holding her sister in place. Choking her. “I’m sorry, but my power only goes so far. I can extend her in this state for a few hours, maybe a day at most, but…she’s going to expire eventually. Unless…”

Emboldened by me saying nothing with her hand against Gabrielle’s skull, now she comes closer and pushes her cunt against Gabrielle’s face and mouth. Gyrating into her. Grinding into all that thick, glorious blond hair. Nadine is left behind, dazed, milk dribbling from her cheeks. Rosaline’s heavy tits rub against my chest, milk leaking and then draining down my abdomen into Gabrielle’s mouth as she sucks and licks me.

“Unless what?”

It’s getting hard to think again. Hard to question. These women are so fucking hot. It was a mistake, maybe, to have Gabrielle suck me off. She’s so good at it…

“You know, Master. You know how to save Nadine.”

I do.

“I really don’t want to do that.”

“I know that it’s hard to take a long view, Master.” Rosaline pushes up harder against me. So completely in love. She worships me. “But you’re being adored on command by the two hottest female forms on this side of mortality. We’ll be constantly cooing in your ear, adoring you, urging you to go further. Begging you to own everything.” Her hand grips my ass, joining us tight together. Gabrielle chokes between our bodies. “Your willpower is beyond anything we anticipated. Any other man would have given in after mere seconds. We’ve destroyed entire realities to worship you, and we did it by being less hot than we are right now. But we’re succubi, and convincing males—even really fucking handsome Masterful males—” she giggles, “is kind of what we do. You’ll give in eventually anyway. You know you will. Why not do it for a good cause?”

All I can think of is how fucking good Gabrielle’s mouth feels choking on my cock—and even better with Rosaline’s cunt sliding up against all of it.

“Fuck.”

“Why not cum right now, Master? Cum and then you can decide.”

I groan. I want to, so bad. But then I’d be giving in to them, again. And shouldn’t it be the other way around?

God, Rosaline makes it hard to think…

“You’ve ruined Nadine one way or the other, Master. I know it makes you so turned on. Just cum and then decide. Give Gabrielle your cum, please? Let me feel your orgasm rock through her skull? I need it. I need it…”

I know she’s not just trying to seduce me, to trick me. I made them promise. And they can’t lie to me, right? That’s something I know somehow? But wait—didn’t Gabrielle make me, before, didn’t she—

Rosaline whispers into my ear. “I love you, Master. We love you so much. You deserve us. You deserve to cum…”

I lose control and forget the thought, emptying into Gabrielle’s throat as I stare into Rosaline’s plaintive, needy eyes.