Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 455 A Perverse Kind Of Love(18+)

Note: Sensitive Kink Warning - (Just skip if you're sensitive towards some kinks)

In their caste of illusions, the siblings lay naked on silken sheets. Clambering over the only man, the half-sisters adored him, dearly. Their hands wandered over his sweaty and toned body, squeezing around his thighs, caressing his belly, and even cupping and massaging him in the most private of places. Their lips brushing against his chest, their lipsticks marked all over him, both Seraphim and Riyanzah did their best to serve their half-brother.

Partially motivated by jealousy for not being as powerful as the middle sister Elana, the two wanted to keep him to themselves for longer and longer, until the very last days of their sister Djinn so she could birth a child with Jahandeer's seeds.

"Our finest warrior~ Mhmmahaha~" Chuckling while gently massaging his balls, Seraphim chuckled to herself while looking up into her cousin's gaze. However, noticing not even a flash of a smile or reflection of pleasure in his gaze, her laugh died quickly and concern grew in her eyes quicker.

"What's wrong?" She asked, moving her head closer to his face.

Kissing him on the cheeks, she tried to comfort him and yet that look of concern didn't leave his gaze. She asked the same question again and again, but with a dreamy look in his eyes, Jahandeer remained deep in his thoughts. Only as Riyanzah sat on his groin, lifted herself with split legs and began lowering her body on his pulsing dick, did he find himself back into the real world, although with the groovy walls of a tingling pussy he was taken right up to cloud nine.

Soon enough their room was filled with the sloppy and wet sound of Riyanzah squirting like a fountain while bouncing up and down Jahandeer's dick. Cupping his balls and massaging them as though she was preparing them to blow a load that would get her sister pregnant, Seraphim chuckled once again.

Although a warrior–the only one the island required, capable of felling any devils or other creature who tried to whisper sweet deals in the ears of Elanavian citizens; Jahandeer was strong, resilient and possessed the mental immutability of a jinn. But in the end, being mostly flesh than spirit and a man, he was weak to the touch of a woman–something the sisters have often exploited to garner his favor.

Never did they complain about their own desires, about their wishes to be eaten out just like they sucked his cock, they simply took care of it in private in ways best left private. Even so, they loved him, more than a brother but less than a husband.

Glancing at each other as the two laid on his chest again, they spoke without words yet understood each other completely.

'We have to check on sis, figure out when we're leaving.'

Riyanzah shared with her sister.

'A few minutes more, he wants to rest for a bit.'

Replied the older cousin, and the two quickly nested into Jahandeer's sides and just laid in the comfort of his warmth. They were running late, but that didn't matter for their meeting with the queen, but that didn't matter, after all, they were also waiting for her death throughout their lives.

One trip on a boat, they didn't know at that time, but the battle wouldn't take place at Lantherem. Instead, intercepting the fleet away from the island, Raven had already planned to sink those ships before bringing the tired Djinns to the island and using ostheriopryroprosis to finish them off as well. Not knowing the specifics yet, however, the Djinn took their time resting–perhaps the last rest they would have the chance to enjoy since they were going against the Aranuvian fleets.