The Heart System Chapter 614

Once the evening meal concluded, the women directed me to the master chamber, instructing me to await their summons. I reclined on the bed, idly browsing my phone. Had this situation arisen with my former self, my heart would surely have been racing uncontrollably. Yet, now, a surprising sense of calm prevailed; I was indeed excited, but not nervous.

After a few minutes of quiet anticipation, boredom began to set in, prompting me to rise. I was clad only in black shorts. What was taking them so long?

I tiptoed to the door and nudged it open slightly. In the kitchen, the girls were clustered together, whispering intensely and grappling with something. They were… clad in costumes. And what costumes they were!

"This is so embarrassing..." Jasmine murmured.

"Let me try it," Tessa suggested.

Stepping out fully, I halted in my tracks, captivated by the scene before me.

Jasmine was attired in a seductive, full-body black cat costume. The sleek, tight bodysuit accentuated every contour of her tall, voluptuous physique, complete with charming cat ears perched atop her head. She looked searingly hot, yet a clear frustration etched her features as she struggled with a small metal canister holding a matching buttplug appendage with a fluffy tail.

The other women had selected different, equally alluring attire:

Nala sported a deep crimson, daringly revealing babydoll lingerie set that barely concealed her ample breasts. The sheer fabric tantalizingly showcased her dark complexion and erect nipples. Kim had chosen an intricate white lace corset and garter set, bestowing upon her an air of both innocence and sinful temptation.

Tessa confidently sported a vibrant orange micro-bikini top paired with shorts so tight they appeared painted on, emphasizing her full, shapely posterior. Minne looked utterly adorable yet provocatively alluring in a soft pastel blue sheer babydoll adorned with delicate white bows, her petite frame fully displayed.

Delilah had opted for an elegant emerald green satin robe, left open at the front to reveal matching lace lingerie that struggled to contain her heavy breasts and wide hips. Eleanor completed the ensemble in a silver-grey strappy bodysuit that clung to her graceful figure like ribbons, leaving precious little to the imagination.

Each of them was attempting, without success, to pry open a diminutive metal canister that contained a buttplug complete with a fluffy cat tail.

"Fuck it," Jasmine exhaled. "Evan, come here please."

Feigning ignorance of my prior observation, I opened the door wider. "Yeah?"

I entered the kitchen, letting out a low whistle.

"Well damn… kitty party?"

The girls turned towards me, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement on their faces. I retrieved the obstinate canister, gave the lid a twist, and it popped open with ease. Within lay a gleaming black buttplug, its long, fluffy tail peeking out.

"Gah…" Jasmine let out a breath. "I hate this."

"Jeez, calm down, kitty," I quipped, extracting the plug and admiring the fluffy tail.

Tessa abruptly spun me around, grasped the tail, and playfully nudged me back toward the bedroom. "Okay, you go back now. We’ll come when we’re ready."

"Can’t wait," I grinned.

"I messed up the surprise..." Jasmine sighed.

"It’s fine," Delilah offered with reassurance.

Returning to the master bedroom, I couldn't suppress a smile. They had invested such effort for my sake, even including Delilah in the costume plans. The realization that she, too, had intended to participate filled my chest with warmth. Truly, I was a fortunate man.

"Damn… I really love these girls."

Finally, the master bedroom door opened. The women entered one by one, exuding an aura of incredible sexiness in their varied ensembles.

Jasmine entered last, resplendent in her black cat costume. The ears were in place, but a hint of dejection shadowed her expression. The fluffy-tailed butt plug remained in her grasp; she had not yet inserted it. While the other girls radiated smiles and excitement, Jasmine appeared hesitant.

"Surprise..." she murmured softly, managing a faint smile.

I walked directly to her and enveloped her in a large, warm embrace. She reciprocated the hug tightly, burying her face against my chest for a moment. I gently lifted her chin, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Then, I cupped her rear with both hands, squeezing firmly and giving it a playful smack as I kissed her again, this time with more intensity.

"What happened to that ’no anal’ thing?" I teased against her lips, my fingers brushing the base of the tail plug she held.

Jasmine sighed, a blush coloring her cheeks. "Eleanor’s fault," she mumbled, casting a glance in Eleanor's direction. "Why would you even prepare for anal so randomly? Kim was supposed to just bring you for dinner."

"I was going to visit Evan today anyway," Eleanor stated with a charming shrug. "This dinner was just a coincidence."

"Lucky me," I grinned.

"Oh, luck wouldn’t even cover it, cowboy," Tessa interjected with a smirk from the side.

A second, more deliberate kiss was shared with Jasmine, a passionate exchange that deepened with each moment. My hands found their way to her rear, grasping firmly before delivering a firm pat. Then, with a gentle turn, I guided her to lean over the edge of the bed, her hands finding purchase on the surface.

Kneeling behind her, I parted her buttocks, revealing her taut flesh. Her sensitive core quivered faintly. I brought my mouth closer, my tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path across her skin, savoring the clean taste. A shiver ran through Jasmine, accompanied by a soft sigh.

"Just relax for me," I whispered, my tongue returning to tease her rear, slower and more intensely this time. I traced the perimeter of her tight opening, applying gentle pressure before finally gliding my tongue inside. Jasmine gasped, her legs giving way slightly.

"Oh, Evan..." she breathed, her voice laced with desire.

I devoted my attention to her rear, using my tongue to pleasure her until it glistened. A liberal amount of lubricant was applied to her sensitive spot and my fingers, which I then gently inserted, finding her incredibly constricted.

After a few moments, a second finger joined the first, stretching her delicately as the other women observed in silence from the bedside.

Further intimate exploration with fingers and tongue concluded, I rose to my feet. My hardened member was coated with additional lubricant and placed against her wet, waiting aperture.

"Are you ready?" I inquired softly, my hands massaging her lower back with slow, calming strokes.

Jasmine nodded, her breaths coming in uneven gasps. "Just... take it easy at first, please."