ch11- Three set up a surprise 2

As the intensity of their shared desire reached its peak, the three women, still coated in Veyas's semen, moved with a graceful, sensual rhythm towards the large bed. Each step was a promise, a silent invitation to continue their dance of pleasure and submission. They reached the bed, and with a fluid motion, each woman bent over, presenting their large, inviting asses to him.

Roshan, her body trembling with anticipation, displayed her assets with a confidence that spoke of her devotion. Her ass, full and round, was the epitome of desire, a perfect, ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. The curves of her hips and thighs created a tantalizing silhouette, inviting his touch and adoration.

Anjali, her movements slow and deliberate, revealed her bubble butt with a grace that was almost reverent. Her ass, firm and perfectly rounded, was a testament to her dedication and love. The way her cheeks pressed together, creating a deep, inviting crevice, was a promise of the pleasures to come.

Babita, standing between them, offered the best of both worlds. Her ass was a harmonious blend of Roshan's fullness and Anjali's firmness, a perfect balance of curves and tone. The way her cheeks spread slightly, revealing a hint of her most intimate place, was a silent plea for his attention and worship.

Veyas, his eyes gleaming with lust and admiration, approached them, his hands reaching out to caress their asses with a reverence that matched their devotion. He started with Roshan, his fingers tracing the soft, supple curves of her ass, feeling the heat radiating from her body. He squeezed gently, his touch a promise of the pleasure to come, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Moving to Anjali, he marveled at the firmness of her bubble butt, his hands exploring every inch with a hungry curiosity. He gripped her cheeks, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, drawing out a soft moan of pleasure from her. His touch was possessive, a claim of ownership and desire.

Finally, he turned his attention to Babita, his hands roaming over her perfect ass with a mix of reverence and lust. He squeezed, his fingers exploring the deep crevice, his touch a silent promise of the ecstasy to come. Her soft moans and the way her body responded to his touch only served to fuel his desire further.

Veyas, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and admiration, approached Anjali first, his hands roaming over her firm, bubble butt with a possessive touch. "Anjali," he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper, "your ass is a work of art. So perfect, so inviting."

Anjali, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps, looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire. "My king," she whispered, her voice a soft purr, "I live to please you. Use me as you wish."

Veyas, his cock already hard and throbbing, positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips with a firm, possessive touch. He teased her, his cock brushing against her wet, inviting pussy, drawing out soft moans of anticipation from her. "Is this what you want, Anjali?" he asked, his voice a low, teasing growl. "Do you want me to fuck you like the good little slut you are?"

Anjali, her body trembling with need, nodded eagerly, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, my king," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Please, fuck me. Show me who I belong to."

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Veyas entered her, his cock filling her completely, stretching her tight, wet pussy. He started to move, his hips thrusting against hers in a slow, teasing rhythm, each stroke designed to draw out her pleasure and his own. "You feel so good, Anjali," he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper. "So tight, so wet. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked by your king."

As he fucked Anjali, his hands roaming over her body, teasing and exploring, he reached out to Babita and Roshan, his fingers finding their most intimate places. He teased Babita, his fingers tracing the soft, supple curves of her ass, squeezing gently, drawing out soft moans of pleasure from her.

"Babita," he murmured, his voice a low, teasing growl, "your ass is a dream. So soft, so inviting. I could spend hours just touching you."

Babita, her body trembling with anticipation, looked back at him, her eyes filled with adoration and lust. "My king," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr, "I am yours to command. Use me as you wish."

Roshan, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure, watched as Veyas's fingers found her most sensitive spots, his touch a gentle, exploring caress. "Roshan," he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper, "your body is a temple. So beautiful, so responsive. I could worship you forever."

Roshan, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps, nodded eagerly, her eyes never leaving his. "My king," she whispered, her voice a soft, tender caress, "I live to serve you. To please you in every way possible."

As Veyas continued to fuck Anjali, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding, Babita and Roshan leaned in, their lips finding each other in a slow, sensual kiss. Their tongues intertwined, exploring and teasing, tasting the mix of their desires and Veyas's cum. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring, teasing, drawing out soft moans of pleasure.

Babita, her fingers finding Anjali's clit, began to tease and explore, her touch a gentle, relentless caress. "Anjali," she murmured, her voice a low, sultry whisper, "you are so beautiful when you're being fucked. So responsive, so eager. Let me help you find your pleasure."

Anjali, her body trembling with need, moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as Babita's fingers worked their magic. "Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire, "please, Babita. Make me come. Make me come for my king."

Roshan, her fingers finding Anjali's breasts, teased and explored, her touch a gentle, possessive caress. "Anjali," she murmured, her voice a soft, tender whisper, "your body is a wonder. So soft, so responsive. Let us worship you together, as you deserve."

The room was filled with their soft sighs and whispered words, the air thick with the scent of their desire and the taste of their shared pleasure. Their movements were a seamless blend of passion and tenderness, each woman complementing the other, their touches and kisses a shared act of love and possession, a testament to the power of shared intimacy and devotion.

Veyas, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his pleasure with Anjali, turned his attention to Roshan, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and admiration. He approached her, his hands roaming over her full, inviting ass with a possessive touch. "Roshan," he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper, "your ass is a dream. So round, so inviting. I could spend hours just spanking you."

Roshan, her body trembling with anticipation, looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes filled with a deep, yearning love. "My king," she whispered, her voice a soft, tender caress, "I live to serve you. To please you in every way possible. Spank me, use me, I am yours."

Veyas, his cock already hard and throbbing, positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips with a firm, possessive touch. He raised his hand, bringing it down on her ass with a sharp, stinging smack, drawing out a soft cry of pleasure from her. "You like that, don't you, Roshan?" he asked, his voice a low, teasing growl. "You like it rough, don't you? You like being spanked like the good little slut you are."

Roshan, her body trembling with need, nodded eagerly, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, my king," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Please, spank me harder. Show me who I belong to."

Babita, watching with a hungry curiosity, leaned in, her voice a low, sultry whisper. "Roshan loves it rough, my king. She craves your dominance, your power. Show her who's in charge. Make her beg for more."

Anjali, her eyes dark with desire, echoed Babita's sentiments. "Yes, my king," she murmured, her voice a soft purr, "Roshan is a dirty little slut who lives for your spankings. Make her come, make her scream your name."

Veyas, his cock throbbing with anticipation, spanked Roshan harder, his hand coming down on her ass with sharp, stinging smacks, each one drawing out a cry of pleasure from her. "You're such a good little slut, Roshan," he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper, "taking my spankings so well. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be used by your king."

As he spanked Roshan, his other hand found her wet, inviting pussy, his fingers teasing and exploring, drawing out soft moans of pleasure from her. He positioned himself behind her, his cock brushing against her ass, teasing her, drawing out cries of anticipation.

"Please, my king," Roshan whispered, her voice a soft, pleading moan, "fuck my ass. Show me who I belong to. Use me as you wish."

Veyas, his body trembling with lust, entered her ass with a slow, deliberate thrust, his cock filling her completely, stretching her tight, inviting hole. He started to move, his hips thrusting against hers in a slow, teasing rhythm, each stroke designed to draw out her pleasure and his own. "You feel so good, Roshan," he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper, "so tight, so hot. Your ass is a dream come true."

As Veyas fucked Roshan, Babita turned her attention to Anjali, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and admiration. She leaned in, her lips finding Anjali's in a slow, sensual kiss, her tongue exploring and teasing, tasting the mix of their desires and Veyas's cum. Her hands roamed over Anjali's body, exploring, teasing, drawing out soft moans of pleasure.

Babita, her fingers finding Anjali's pussy, began to tease and explore, her touch a gentle, relentless caress. "Anjali," she murmured, her voice a low, sultry whisper, "you taste so good. So sweet, so salty. I could eat you out all day."

Anjali, her body trembling with need, moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as Babita's fingers and tongue worked their magic. "Yes, Babita," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire, "eat me out. Make me come. Make me come for my king."

Babita, her tongue delving deep into Anjali's pussy, lapped up the mix of her juices and Veyas's cum, her moans of pleasure vibrating against Anjali's sensitive flesh. She sucked and licked, her fingers teasing and exploring, drawing out cries of ecstasy from Anjali.

As Veyas continued to fuck Roshan, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding, Babita, driven by a surge of passion and desire, positioned herself beneath him, her eyes locked on his with a fierce intensity. "My king," she whispered, her voice a low, husky growl, "fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast. Show me the depths of your passion."

Veyas, his cock throbbing with a mix of lust and adoration, pulled out of Roshan, his body trembling with anticipation. He turned to Babita, his eyes gleaming with a feral hunger, and entered her with a single, powerful thrust, his cock filling her completely, stretching her tight, wet pussy. "Babita," he murmured, his voice a low, guttural growl, "you drive me wild. Your pussy is a paradise, and I am a man possessed."

He started to move, his hips thrusting against hers with a fierce, relentless rhythm, each stroke designed to draw out her pleasure and his own. His hands roamed over her body, gripping her hips, her breasts, her thighs, claiming every inch of her as his own. "You feel so good," he growled, his voice a low, primal rumble, "so tight, so wet. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked by your king."

Babita, her body trembling with ecstasy, met his thrusts with equal fervor, her hips rising to meet his, her nails digging into his back, drawing blood. "Yes, my king," she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain, "fuck me harder. Make me yours. Show me who I belong to."

Their bodies moved in a frenzied dance, a symphony of passion and desire, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge of ecstasy. The room was filled with their soft sighs and whispered words, the air thick with the scent of their desire and the taste of their shared pleasure. Their movements were a seamless blend of passion and tenderness, each touch and kiss a shared act of love and possession, a testament to the power of shared intimacy and devotion.

As Veyas's pleasure reached a crescendo, he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, the rush of heat in his veins. With a final, shuddering gasp, he came, his cock pulsing as he shot his load deep into Babita's pussy, filling her completely, marking her as his own.

Anjali, watching with a hungry curiosity, moved to Roshan, her eyes locked on the mix of Veyas's cum and Roshan's juices that dripped from her ass. She leaned in, her fingers teasing and exploring, scooping out the mix with a gentle, possessive touch. "Roshan," she murmured, her voice a soft, sultry whisper, "you are so beautiful when you're being used. So responsive, so eager. Let me taste you, let me taste us."

Roshan, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, looked back at Anjali, her eyes filled with adoration and lust. "Anjali," she whispered, her voice a soft, tender caress, "please, taste me. Taste us. Taste the proof of our love and devotion."

Anjali, her fingers coated in the mix of their desires, brought them to her lips, tasting the sweet, salty mix, her eyes never leaving Roshan's. She moaned softly, the taste sending shivers down her spine, her body trembling with need. "You taste so good," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire, "so sweet, so salty. I could eat you out all day."

Veyas, his body trembling with a mix of lust and adoration, positioned himself between Babita's thighs, his eyes locked on hers with a fierce intensity. He entered her with a single, powerful thrust, his cock filling her completely, stretching her tight, wet pussy. "Babita," he murmured, his voice a low, guttural growl, "your pussy is a paradise, and I am a man possessed."

Veyas, his body trembling with the intensity of their passion, increased the pace of his thrusts, his hips moving with a fierce, relentless rhythm. He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a fierce, demanding kiss, his tongue exploring and teasing, tasting the mix of their desires. "Babita," he murmured against her lips, his voice a low, husky whisper, "you are my everything. My world, my life, my love. I would die for you, kill for you, fuck you until you can't walk straight."

Babita, her body trembling with need, wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her hips rising to meet his thrusts with equal fervor. "My king," she whispered, her voice a soft, pleading moan, "please, don't stop. Fuck me harder, make me come. Show me the depths of your passion, your love, your devotion."

As Veyas's pleasure reached a crescendo, he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, the rush of heat in his veins. With a final, shuddering gasp, he came, his cock pulsing as he shot his load deep into Babita's pussy, filling her completely, marking her as his own. "Babita," he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper, "I love you. I love you more than life itself. You are my world, my everything."

Babita, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, looked up at him, her eyes filled with adoration and love. "My king," she whispered, her voice a soft, tender caress, "I love you too. With every fiber of my being, every beat of my heart, every breath I take. You are my world, my life, my love. Forever and always."

Their lips met in a slow, sensual kiss, a promise of love and devotion, a testament to the power of their shared passion and intimacy. The room was filled with their soft sighs and whispered words, the air thick with the scent of their desire and the taste of their shared pleasure, a symphony of love and longing, a testament to the power of shared intimacy and devotion.

Later, as moonlight poured through gauzy curtains, Veyas sat with the sheets pooled around his hips, the three women curled around him like flame, shadow, and breeze.

Babita, draped over his chest, her leg hooked around his thigh, lips grazing his collarbone.

Anjali, curled at his side, fingers tracing lazy circles across his ribs, her head against his shoulder.

Roshan, dozing, one hand holding his tightly, her other across his heart as if protecting it.

The air smelled of petals and jasmine oil. The system screen hovered gently above them like a halo.

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[SYSTEM UPDATE]

— Mission Completed: Roshan Sodhi

— Heartlock: Unlocked

Reward Unlocked:

– Asset Acquisition: Ownership of top car dealerships in the city

– Tier 2 Access – Gokuldham Society

– Ability Gained: Minor Memory Manipulation (Can loop, blur, or soften perception within proximity for short duration)

– Bonded Women: 3

– Territory Conqure: 75%

He didn't smile.

He just exhaled. Deep. Certain.

Because this wasn't just conquest.

This was ascension. from his past self, any that held him in the same bounds as the commen men.

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