The bedroom door closed with a soft click that somehow felt final. Like they were sealing themselves away from the world and whatever tomorrow would bring.
Damien stood with his back to the door, watching Seria and Elara move through the room lighting candles. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows across their faces, across the curves of their bodies beneath clothes that suddenly felt like barriers rather than necessities.
Seria finished with the last candle and turned to face him. Her eyes held something fierce, possessive.
"Tonight," she said, her voice low, "you don’t hold back. No careful consideration, no gentle touches."
Elara moved to stand beside her, and the usually gentle High Priestess wore an expression that matched Seria’s intensity.
"Before the chance we lose you to corruption, we want a night being yours," Elara said simply. "Completely."
Something dark pulsed through Damien.
It wasn’t quite the corruption, but something primal that the thirty percent made easier to access. The part of him that didn’t want to be gentle or careful. That wanted to claim and possess and remind them exactly what they’d agreed to when they became his anchors.
He moved forward, closing the distance between them in three strides. His hand tangled in Elara’s golden hair, gripping tight, pulling her head back to expose her throat.
Her gasp was pure desire.
"Mine," he said against her skin. Not a question.
"Yours," she breathed.
He kissed her then – rough, claiming, his teeth catching her bottom lip hard enough to draw a whimper. When he pulled back, her lips were already swollen, her breathing uneven.
Seria watched with undisguised hunger. Damien turned to her, his other hand finding her hair, gripping with the same force he’d used on Elara.
"And you?"
"Always," Seria managed. "Every part of me."
He kissed her with equal roughness, tasting the wine on her lips mixed with something that was purely her. When he released them both, they swayed slightly, already affected despite barely being touched.
"Take off the clothes," he commanded. "Both of you."
They obeyed, hands moving to fastenings with practiced efficiency. Clothes fell away – Seria’s practical garments, Elara’s soft robes – until they stood bare before him.
Damien took a moment just to look. Seria’s athletic form, all lean muscle and controlled strength. Elara’s softer curves, the kind that begged to be gripped, marked, claimed. Both beautiful in completely different ways. Both his.
"On your knees."
They knelt together, their eyes never leaving his face as he began removing his own clothing. The anticipation in their expressions made something hot coil in his chest.
When he was finally naked, already hard from the power dynamic and their obvious desire, he moved to stand directly in front of them.
"You know what I want," he said.
Seria reached for him first, her hand wrapping around his length with familiar confidence. Elara’s hand joined hers a moment later, and together they began stroking with coordinated rhythm.
But that wasn’t enough tonight.
Damien’s hand found Seria’s hair, gripping tight, pulling her forward. "Open your mouth."
She did, and he pushed inside without gentleness or hesitation. The wet heat of her mouth enveloped him, and her hands moved to grip his thighs for balance as he set a demanding pace.
Her eyes watered slightly as he went deep, testing her limits, but she didn’t pull away. Just took him, adapting to the rough treatment with the same determination she brought to everything.
After several deep thrusts, he pulled out and turned to Elara. His hand tangled in her hair with the same possessive grip.
"Your turn."
Elara opened for him, and the contrast was immediate. Where Seria had matched his aggression with strength, Elara yielded with soft acceptance. Both equally arousing in their different approaches.
He alternated between them – giving Seria several hard thrusts that made her throat work around him, then switching to Elara who took him with practiced ease despite the roughness.
Back and forth, using their mouths, their tongues, their throats.
His hands never left their hair. The grip tight enough to guide, to control, to show exactly who held the power here.
When he finally pulled away, both women were breathing hard, lips swollen, eyes dark with desire.
"On the bed," Damien ordered. "Seria, on your back."
She moved immediately, stretching out across the silk sheets. Damien followed, positioning himself between her spread legs, but he didn’t enter her immediately.
Instead, his mouth found her breast, teeth grazing her nipple hard enough to make her arch. His hand gripped her thigh, spreading her wider, holding her exactly where he wanted her.
"Please," Seria gasped.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me. Need you inside me. Need – "
He thrust in before she could finish, burying himself completely in one hard motion that made her cry out.
No gentle building. No careful preparation. Just immediate, overwhelming penetration that made her whole body tense with the intensity.
Damien set a punishing pace, each thrust deep and forceful. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, using her exactly how he wanted.
Seria’s nails raked down his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, trying to pull him impossibly deeper.
"Harder," she demanded between gasps. "Don’t – don’t hold back – "
He gave her what she wanted. Increased the force until the bed frame creaked, until her cries became incoherent, until she was shaking beneath him.
Elara watched from beside them, her hand between her own legs, clearly aroused by witnessing the intensity.
When Seria came, it was with a scream that would have been embarrassing if anyone cared about discretion. Her body clenched around him rhythmically, inner walls pulsing with the force of her climax.
Damien didn’t slow. Kept moving through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was oversensitive and gasping.
Only then did he pull out, turning to Elara.
"Face down," he instructed. "Ass up."
She positioned herself quickly, presenting herself in the most vulnerable way possible.
Damien’s hand traced down her spine, appreciating the curve, the way she trembled slightly with anticipation.
Then he entered her from behind in one smooth thrust.