Chapter 1284: Two Goddesses

Without requiring anything resembling serious persuasion, Melissa and the Goddess eventually agreed to share Phei’s bed that night.

Phei considered this proof that his dream to have a threesome with these two and orgy with them part of it, still possessed hope.

By then, however, the penthouse had finally begun settling after an evening that had refused to behave like an ordinary return home. His women had missed him for two nights, worried over him, kissed him for returning and then proceeded to demonstrate that affection could become remarkably demanding once doors started closing.

A few encounters later, Phei finally found himself standing alone inside his main bedroom.

He looked around and the room looked back at him with the exhausted dignity of somewhere that had been through things.

Phei raised one hand.

Void-Ice answered before the gesture had properly finished and a quiet tide of black-white radiance passed through the bedroom, flowing over sheets, pillows, carpets and every surface touched throughout the evening. Crumpled bedding lifted from the mattress and smoothed itself beneath unseen hands. Pillows returned to their places and all the dampness after all the sex he’d done with his men in here vanished beneath a whisper of cold that never became unpleasant, discarded clothing slipped from the floor into neat little folds, and the faint heat trapped inside the room dispersed until everything was replaced a new and smelled clean again.

Within several breaths, the bedroom looked untouched.

Phei stared at his perfectly remade bed: "Useful."

The Cosmic Dragon power had finally had its most sacred application after some time now, funny that.

’Housekeeping. I mean.’

He almost laughed before remembering Eira.

His awareness reached toward the hidden Void Hollow he had prepared for Eira earlier.

The entrance opened silently near his bed, revealing the tiny sanctuary waiting beyond its black-white threshold. Eira remained exactly where he had left her beneath the soft canopy, pale hair spread across the pillows while her wings rested loosely around her sleeping body. The Healing Touch he had given her earlier had helped. Her complexion looked even more healthier now, the faint strain once hiding between her brows completely gone; Phei could feel the steady certainty of her condition now vividly now.

Alive, safe, sleeping deeply.

He watched her for several breaths anyway.

"Still ugly," he murmured softly.

Eira did not awaken to threaten him.

Phei smiled. "Goodnight, fairy."

He closed the Hollow again with much more tenderness; his next destination was Roxanne’s bedroom.

Phei left his own room quietly and crossed the penthouse without disturbing the people who had finally begun surrendering to sleep. Lights remained dimmed throughout the halls, Paradise glittered beyond the distant windows, and somewhere farther away voices occasionally drifted from rooms whose occupants apparently believed midnight was merely another opportunity to continue gossip.

Roxanne’s door opened without resistance before Phei slipped inside.

The rest belonged to them.

***

Whatever words passed beneath the darkness, whatever affection Roxanne had been quietly waiting to receive after watching nearly everyone else steal pieces of him throughout the evening, remained behind that closed door and by the time Phei returned to the main bedroom, the penthouse had grown quieter still.

Melissa and the Goddess were already there.

Or rather, they had disappeared into his walk-in wardrobe several moments earlier after Phei had been informed, with suspicious firmness, that he was not permitted to follow. He lay across the center of the enormous bed on his back, one arm behind his head while staring toward the wardrobe doors waiting very patiently.

’Heroically, even, add that.’

The doors finally opened and Phei’s patience immediately regretted developing standards.

Melissa emerged first.

She wore black.

The lingerie was elegant rather than excessively elaborate; the soft satin and lace fitted closely enough to her mature figure that Phei’s gaze abandoned every noble intention it had been pretending to possess.

Thin straps rested over her shoulders while the bodice followed the generous fullness of her chest before narrowing around her waist. The satin cupped her round breasts so tightly the dark lace barely contained them, her nipples faintly visible through the thin satin, and the matching bottoms rode high along her hips until they framed the full, shameless curve of her ass.

Matching satin rode high along her hips, leaving her long legs bare beneath the bedroom’s warm light.

Phei’s cock stirred hard under the sheets at the sight of Melissa alone.

The black lace dug into the soft meat of her tits until the upper swells spilled over the cups. Her nipples pushed dark and tight against the satin. Lower, the bottoms cut high over the thick curves of her asscheeks, and between her thighs the black lace disappeared into the soft mound of her pussy, snug enough that he could trace the shape of her cunt through it.

Her hair remained loose.

Phei’s eyes travelled down, up, down again as if the first inspection had suffered from inadequate funding. He lingered on the swell of her breasts, the soft plane of her stomach, the place where the black lace disappeared between her thighs. His gaze dragged over Melissa’s nipples again, then down the soft give of her stomach, then lower — to the fat, laced-covered line of her pussy — before he forced himself back up to her face like a man failing a test.

Melissa stopped several steps from the bed and her brows rose.

Phei met her eyes. "You’re so beautiful."

Her expression softened slightly and the Goddess stepped out behind her.

Phei forgot whatever second compliment he had been preparing.

She had chosen white.

Very pale silk, almost silver beneath the light, embroidered with faint golden patterns that wandered across the delicate silk like threads of dawn. The lingerie hugged her body with considerably more confidence than Phei’s self-control appreciated, framing her chest, exposing the graceful line of her stomach and resting against hips that immediately reminded him why respectable thought had always struggled around this woman. The white silk clung to her medium breasts until the tight peaks of her nipples showed through it.

The bottoms sat so low on her hips that the long, elegant stretch of her thighs looked almost indecent, and when she moved the silk shifted against the soft mound between her legs.

The Goddess’s tits sat high and firm in the pale silk with her nipples already peaked into two sharp points. The low bottoms clung to her pussy so tightly that the soft outer lips of her cunt pressed a clear shape into the white silk whenever she shifted her weight. Her ass rounded clean under the cut of it. Phei’s mouth went dry. His cock finished hardening under the sheets, thick and obvious, trapped against his stomach.

Melissa was warmth sharpened by maturity, every curve and expression familiar enough to make desire feel like returning home.

The Goddess had something ancient about her and lived behind her beauty. Sovereignty softened by affection, power hidden beneath smooth skin and a body that made Phei’s gaze linger shamelessly before finally reaching her face.

The two of them were like two Goddesses.

She caught him, one corner of her mouth lifted.

Phei slowly sat upright: "I have several thoughts."

Melissa immediately pointed at him. "Don’t even think about it."

Phei stared at her.

She stared back.

"I didn’t say anything."

"Could’ve fooled me."

The Goddess covered a laugh with one hand.

Phei looked wounded. "I was appreciating fashion."

Melissa walked toward the bed, her eyes narrowing despite the smile trying to escape. "You were appreciating everything except the fashion."

"That sounds unnecessarily accusatory."

"Phei."

He lifted both hands in surrender.

Melissa reached the mattress and it dipped under her weight. Black satin whispered as she climbed in, her breasts shifting in the lace, her bare thigh brushing his hip before she settled against him. Melissa’s heavy tit pressed warm to Phei’s ribs through the black lace. Her nipple dragged against him. Her bare thigh hooked over his, and the heat of her pussy through those tight bottoms settled against his hip hard enough that his cock twitched.

The Goddess climbed in from the opposite side and pale silk slid over her skin as she did.

One long leg crossed the sheets, and Phei felt the warm press of her body along his other side, her breast soft against his arm, her scent close enough to ruin concentration. The Goddess’s nipple was a tight point through the white silk against Phei’s arm.

Her thigh slid over his other side until the soft mound of her cunt pressed to him through that thin silk, warm and unmistakable.

Soon Phei found himself lying flat upon his back again, considerably happier, one woman tucked against either side of him. His cock stood thick between them under the sheets, trapped and aching, and neither woman pretended not to notice the heat of it.

Melissa rested her head near his shoulder, one hand settling naturally over his chest while the Goddess lay against his other side with her cheek near his upper arm. Phei wrapped both of them close, one arm around each woman, and allowed the strange quiet of the moment to sink into him.

His palm found the warm curve of Melissa’s waist through the black lace.

His other hand rested at the Goddess’s hip, thumb stroking the thin white silk until she made a small, private sound against his arm. Phei’s hand slid lower on Melissa’s waist until his fingers brushed the high cut of her bottoms and the soft swell of her ass. On the other side his thumb traced the Goddess’s hipbone, then the edge of white silk where it dipped toward her pussy, and both women pressed closer into him like they’d decided to ruin him gently.

Here there was no fighting, World Transcendents but just warmth.