Elizabeth kept her gaze fixed on Damon, the corners of her lips curved in a smile that was pure provocation. Her fingers played with the knot of her robe, slowly twisting it.

“Did you get hungry after all that serious talk?” she asked, her voice a tone lower, laden with intent.

The fabric gave way. The robe slid from her shoulders like water, revealing every inch of her pale, flawless skin in the soft light. She didn’t move to cover herself, only arched her back slightly, accentuating the curve of her breasts.

Damon laughed, a deep, genuinely amused sound that came from his chest. His eyes traveled over her body slowly, appreciating it.

“Hungry is a modest term,” he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. “It seems more like you brought the feast to my room.”

Aria laughed softly, her own robe already loose on her shoulders. “Elizabeth has always been the most straightforward of the three of us.” With a movement of her shoulders, the silk fabric fell, revealing her slender, toned body. She moved closer, sitting beside Damon on the bed, her thigh pressing against his. “But she doesn’t like to eat alone.”

Her fingers traced up Damon’s leg, brushing against the fabric of his trousers. “You’re too dressed for a party,” she whispered, her fingers finding the waistband.

Esther, who had remained further away, finally loosened the belt of her robe. The fabric parted, but she held it closed with one hand, creating a partial veil. Her dark, ever-observant eyes were fixed on the already evident member beneath Damon’s trousers.

“Looks like part of you has already accepted the invitation,” she commented, her voice soft but penetrating.

Damon smiled, capturing Aria’s chin and bringing her lips to his in a slow, exploratory kiss. Meanwhile, his free hands worked to open his own waistband, pushing his trousers down to his hips. “It seems unfair that I’m the only one who gets naked,” he murmured against Aria’s mouth.

Elizabeth approached, now completely naked. She knelt on the floor between his legs, her hands moving up his thighs. “Let me help,” she whispered, before taking the tip of his already stiff member into her mouth, licking the head with the tip of her tongue in a circular motion.

Damon let out a low groan, his head recoiling against the pillow. “Always so… helpful,” he breathed.

Aria slid behind him, removing his shirt before beginning to massage his shoulders and back. “Build-up tension,” she murmured in his ear, nibbling his earlobe. “From so many worries.”

Esther finally let her robe fall and approached, climbing onto the bed to position herself over Damon’s face. Her wetness was already evident, her intimate scent mingling with the others in the air.

“You’ve talked so much today,” she whispered, lowering herself until her lower lip was inches from his mouth. “I think your tongue needs better use.”

Damon needed no further encouragement. His hands gripped Ester’s hips, pulling her down as his tongue found her swollen clitoris. He licked her with long, firm strokes, making her body tremble.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth increased the pace of her mouth, one hand massaging his testicles while the other rested on his thigh. Wet sounds and low moans began to fill the room.

Aria slid forward, kissing Damon deeply so he could taste the mingled flavor of Ester and herself. “Do you like the taste of your investigations now?” she teased, her hand sliding down to play with her own breasts as she watched.

Damon broke the kiss, breathing deeply. “The best clue I found today,” he replied, before rolling over, placing Ester on her back on the bed. “But a thorough investigation requires… coverage of all areas.”

He entered her in one fluid motion, making them both groan in unison. Ester wrapped her legs around his waist, her hips finding their rhythm immediately.

Elizabeth positioned herself behind him, her breasts pressing against his back as her hands slid over his sweaty torso. “Don’t forget the key testimony,” she whispered, before gently biting his shoulder.

Aria lay beside Ester, kissing her deeply while one hand caressed her breasts and the other slid down to rub her clitoris. “Let’s see who breaks first,” she challenged between kisses.

Damon increased the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more powerful. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, accompanied by moans and whispered words.

“Yes… like that…” Ester moaned, her nails digging into Damon’s back.

“Harder,” Elizabeth ordered in her ear, her hands gripping her hips as if guiding her movements.

Aria laughed, a breathless, excited sound. “He obeys so well when it’s orders in bed,” she commented before taking Damon’s hand to her own wetness, guiding his fingers inside her.

For a while, the room became a choreography of intertwined bodies, positions shifting, combinations varying. Damon displayed remarkable stamina and skill, attending to each woman with equal intensity. One moment, he was taking Elizabeth from behind as she bent over Aria. The next, he had Ester sitting on his lap as he kissed Aria deeply.

The moans grew louder and more intense. Elizabeth was the first to climax, her body arching violently as a muffled cry escaped her lips. Aria followed soon after, writhing around Damon’s fingers as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

Ester, however, held back until the end. “Inside,” she commanded, her eyes meeting Damon’s with fierce intensity. “I want to feel you come inside me.” Damon didn’t need to be asked twice. With a muffled roar, he buried himself deep inside her, his own orgasm hitting him with violent force as he emptied himself within her.

For long minutes, the only sounds were panting breaths and the occasional creaking of the bed as their bodies settled. The four were intertwined—Damon lying on his back with Esther still on top of him, Elizabeth nestled beside him with her head on his shoulder, and Aria lying across his legs.

“It seems that…” Damon breathed deeply, his voice hoarse, “…the strategy for dealing with the Duchess can wait until tomorrow.”

Elizabeth laughed softly, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. “Sometimes the best tactics come after proper rest.”

Aria yawned, stretching like a satisfied cat. “And after proper feasting.”

Esther simply murmured something unintelligible, already almost asleep on top of him, her body relaxed and fully satisfied. Damon looked at the three sleeping women around him. A feeling of masculine pride washed over him at seeing how completely exhausted he had left them. But there was also a touch of frustration. They had lured him there with the clear intention of having sex, but now they were sleeping too soundly to do anything other than snore. He stroked his chin thoughtfully.

Come to think of it, a man in his situation needed proper rest to deal with a wicked Duchess. So why not wake these three delicious cuties with some deep thrusts?

Damon ran his hand along the curve of Aria’s ass, then sank his fingers between her legs, massaging her soaked pussy. She moaned in her sleep, shifting on her legs. He took the opportunity to insert two fingers at once into her cunt, invading her without ceremony.

Aria woke up startled, looking at him with sleepy, surprised eyes.

“What the hell…” she murmured, before a louder moan escaped her lips as she felt his fingers vigorously fucking her pussy.

Damon grinned mischievously. “Too sleepy for someone who came to fuck, girls? Well then, we’ll have to make more noise until you wake up!”

He removed his fingers from Aria’s pussy and ran them over Esther’s lips. Esther, sleeping beside her, woke with a start, tasting her friend in her mouth. “What… What are you…?”

Damon didn’t let her finish the question, removing his fingers from her mouth to invade her soaked pussy with the same fingers. Esther recognized Aria’s taste in her pussy and moaned loudly, rubbing herself against his hand.

With both of them awake, Damon turned to Elizabeth, who was fast asleep with her back to him. Without any ceremony, he spread her legs and plunged his hard, throbbing cock into her pussy all at once. The woman awoke with a muffled cry, arching her back.

“My God, Damon! Are you crazy?” She gasped, but her body reacted instantly to his thrusts, her vagina contracting around his invading penis.

Damon smiled contentedly as he thrust deep into all three, analyzing the different tones of moans and cries they emitted. Aria was more exhibitionist and reacted more openly, seeming to enjoy having her moans heard. Esth was more restrained, with low, seductive moans that only he seemed to hear. Liz, in turn, was more aggressive in her reactions, rubbing her buttocks against his penis as if challenging him to go deeper.

The room was now filled with the sounds of bodies colliding and fluids flowing, very different from the silence of a short time before.

Damon increased the pace mercilessly.

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[The next day]

Damon woke up with severe pain and a knock on the door.

“Hello?” he said, seeing that he was already alone in the room.

“Breakfast, Mr. Harem,” Ingrivid said from the other side.

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