The Heart System Chapter 558

The rhythm was escalating to an extreme degree. I was panting like a long-distance runner, my heart fiercely pounding against my ribcage. Eleanor was a whirlwind of sighs and sharp breaths, her fingernails raking the cool tile as the combined focus of five individuals zeroed in entirely on her ecstasy. Jasmine’s tongue was incredibly persistent, Kim’s hushed words were utterly captivating, and my own physique operated as an unstoppable machine, propelling her toward an overwhelming peak.

"I’m… oh, god, I’m going again!" Eleanor cried out, her voice breaking as the second wave of pleasure that morning began to crest.

"Don’t hold anything back," I rasped, my own self-control starting to falter. I delivered a final, rapid succession of movements, my hips thrusting forward with every ounce of strength I possessed.

Eleanor climaxed. Her body became completely rigid, her back arching so intensely I feared it would snap. A long, piercing shriek escaped her, drowning out the sound of the cascading water. Her inner muscles constricted around me in a desperate, throbbing pattern, her entire form trembling with the sheer force of her release. Jasmine firmly held her legs, absorbing the culmination of Eleanor’s pleasure, while the other women clustered near, their hands and voices creating a wild chorus of adoration.

I sensed the pressure building within me reaching its absolute limit, yet my task was not complete. Not yet. I desired for her to comprehend my absence before I bestowed the ultimate prize.

Suddenly, I withdrew. The sound was a resounding, wet snap that reverberated through the confined space.

Lacking the grounding presence of my body and the support of my hands, Eleanor’s legs finally gave way. She emitted a soft, defeated whimper and began to descend along the wall. Jasmine, still positioned below, was prepared. She reached up, catching Eleanor, and drew the spent, quivering woman into her embrace.

Eleanor slumped forward, her head coming to rest on Jasmine’s shoulder, her breathing coming in harsh, unsteady gasps. She was utterly overcome, a stunningly disheveled figure of a woman. Jasmine held her tightly, a look of gentle triumph gracing her features as she stroked Eleanor’s damp hair.

"Got you," Jasmine murmured, her voice coated in sweetness and victory. "We have you, Eleanor."

I remained standing above them, my chest heaving, my erection still firm and glistening with soap and fluids in the morning luminescence. The other women observed me, their gazes dark with a rekindled desire, and I understood that even though the sun had risen, the day was merely commencing.

The vapor in the master bathroom had intensified, becoming dense enough to obscure the surroundings and transform the gathering into indistinct outlines of flesh and warmth. I stood there, my chest expanding and contracting with exertion, watching Jasmine tenderly hold the exhausted Eleanor, when a slight, hesitant tug on my arm registered.

I turned, the shower’s spray making my hair slick and running down my face. Minne was present, her small stature trembling, not from the chill, but from the palpable intensity filling the room. Her face was flushed a deep, burning red, and her eyes were fixed resolutely on the wet tiles beneath my feet. Gradually, her gaze ascended to meet mine, her pupils dilated wide.

Without uttering a sound, she pivoted and placed her palms flat against the marble wall, mirroring Eleanor’s posture. She arched her back, her delicate posterior presented toward me in a silent, fervent invitation.

"M-me too… Master…" she stammered, her voice barely audible above the water’s roar.

My erection pulsed at the sight of her, a fresh wave of heat surging through my core. She appeared so fragile against the cool marble, yet the manner in which she offered herself was anything but timid.

"Oh, with pleasure," I rasped, stepping closer behind her.

Kim and Tessa shifted nearer like synchronized shadows, their eyes alight with the prospect of involvement. They were not mere observers; they actively participated in Minne’s surrender. Kim reached for the bottle of sandalwood body wash, dispensing a generous amount into her hand. She positioned herself behind Minne, her fingers skillfully massaging the slick, perfumed oil over Minne’s constricted entrance, preparing her with a precise and practiced touch.

"She’s so very tight, Evan," Kim commented softly, her fingers briefly delving into the warmth. "She’ll feel every inch of you."

Tessa’s hands explored Minne’s chest, her thumbs lightly caressing the girl’s sensitive nipples, keeping her grounded in sensation even as the anticipation intensified below.

I aligned myself, the tip of my erection, slick with the lubricant Kim had applied, poised. I advanced, encountering immediate and breathtaking resistance. Minne emitted a stifled whimper against Tessa’s lips as I commenced the slow, intense journey inward.

"Easy, Minne," I murmured into her ear, my hands finding her waist to steady us. "Just breathe through it."

It was a slow, arduous process, the soap's slipperiness resisting the remarkable tightness within her. Eventually, the muscle yielded, and with one final, decisive thrust, I was fully inside. Minne's back arched like a drawn bow, her head lolling onto my shoulder as a long, broken moan escaped her lips.

"Fuck, Minne... you fit like a glove," I rasped, my eyes rolling back.

"I... I can feel you... everywhere," she gasped, her voice trembling. "Mas... ah... Master..."

Without delay, I began to move, the initial cautious friction escalating into a relentless, driving rhythm. The sound of our bodies colliding was a wet, heavy thud that echoed within the confined space, amplified by the marble walls. Kim remained close, her hands caressing Minne's thighs, occasionally moving to stimulate her clitoris, ensuring the girl was stimulated from every angle.

As the shower's heat intensified to an almost unbearable point, an overwhelming, primal desire seized me, bypassing all rational thought. I craved the sensation of her weight, of having her completely under my command.

Reaching down, my hands slid beneath Minne's knees. With a surge of power, I lifted her from the floor, maintaining our deep connection throughout. I stepped back, bracing my shoulders against the glass enclosure for balance.

The position was extraordinary. Minne hung suspended in the air, her back pressed firmly against my chest, her legs hooked over my arms. I held her like a trophy, her delicate frame seeming small against mine as I began to thrust into her from below. Each movement was a deep, impactful penetration, her weight providing a natural resistance that amplified the sensation tenfold.

"Oh god! Master!" Minne cried out, her head thrashing against my shoulder. "It's too much... I'm going to... MASTER!!"

"You're doing wonderfully, baby," I murmured, my teeth brushing her ear. "Just accept it all. Show me how much you craved this moment."