Nagisa was very skillful. In just a few quick movements, she unbuckled Alistair's waistband, pulled back the cover over his molten dragon, found its resting place, and brought it out.
"Ah~ This is it, this is the size..." Nagisa's eyes were filled with obsession, her expression utterly like that of a nymphomaniac.
She grabbed Alistair's molten dragon with one hand, immediately brought her head close, and ran her tongue along the gradually waking and hardening cock. Her other hand cupped his dragon eggs, gently kneading them, stimulating the molten dragon to fully awaken.
"Not bad." Alistair sat up, looking at Nagisa's actions, and complimented her faintly. Then, he looked at Yukiko, who was still standing by the door.
Yukiko was clutching her hands together, her expression complicated, and her legs were trembling slightly. She stood there, unsure what to do.
Alistair chuckled softly and crooked his finger at Yukiko, but she acted as if she hadn't seen him. Instead, she took a step back and pressed herself against the wall, looking completely resistant.
"Heh."
Alistair smiled scornfully, not caring, and continued to enjoy Nagisa's service below.
With Nagisa's slow licking, the molten dragon gradually woke up. The blood began to boil, the temperature steadily rising, and the cock body hardened. The previously lowered, sleeping molten dragon raised its head.
"Mmm... Just like that. This is the best feeling..." Nagisa mumbled incoherently as she sucked and licked.
Yukiko watched Nagisa's obsessed look and swallowed hard. That aggressively erect molten dragon brought back the feeling she remembered most clearly—the feeling she wanted most to forget, yet also wanted least to forget.
That feeling, like a fireworks celebration going off in her brain, that feeling of pure transcendence... No, I can't keep thinking about it. I love Masato-kun the most...
Yukiko covered her ears with her hands, but her eyes were wide open, staring intently at Alistair's molten dragon.
Gradually, as Yukiko watched Nagisa's expression of pleasure, she felt her legs turning to jelly—no, her whole body felt like it was dissolving.
With Nagisa's continued licking, Yukiko quickly lost control of her legs and plopped down onto the floor in a seiza position, staring blankly as Nagisa licked up and down the prominent veins of the cock until she saw Nagisa's tongue swirling around the head. She finally broke.
Yukiko put her hands on the floor and crawled over to Nagisa's side.
"Aha~ Has our pure maiden Yukiko also succumbed to this big guy?" Nagisa straightened up, made a sucking sound, and licked her lips, teasing.
Then Nagisa watched Yukiko lean forward and bring her head close to Alistair's molten dragon, extending her tongue toward the head.
"Heh↗~ Didn't you say before that no one besides Masato-kun was okay? Look at you now. This is Lil' Alistair, you know~" Nagisa said playfully.
"But... Masato-kun's stick is so small, it doesn't even get me excited. It just kills my mood. What am I supposed to do? I have needs too~ Slurp~" As she spoke, Yukiko didn't forget to continue sucking the cock a couple of times, seemingly hoping to draw something out.
Nagisa didn't back down either, extending her tongue to lick and rub the ridge at the junction of the cock head and shaft, swirling it around.
"Hey, let's try a different way of playing. That technique we learned from the video."
Saying this, Nagisa stood up and immediately pulled off her panties. Seeing this, Yukiko copied her, standing up and taking off her own panties.
Then Nagisa sat diagonally on Alistair's lap. Yukiko followed Nagisa's example, sitting diagonally on Nagisa's lap, their bodies crossed.
The two leaned in closer, using their pussies to squeeze the shaft of Alistair's molten dragon. Two similar yet distinct soft textures surrounded the shaft, and continuous waves of suction from the two pussies provided Alistair with unending pleasure.
"It has to be this big for it to be worth rubbing against~" Nagisa said while moving her hips.
"Mmm... Even though it's not even inside, it already feels much better than when I was fucking with Masato-kun..." Yukiko's stamina wasn't as good as Nagisa's. She was already breathing heavily, but she continued to intermittently express her feelings.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, your Masato-kun must be miserable." Alistair reached out, gripping one of each of their soft breasts, thoroughly enjoying the service of both girls.
Occasionally, he would use his fingers to pinch and knead their small pink nipples, gently rubbing them with his fingertips. This sent an intense, numbing sensation through them, making both girls feel weak all over, nearly collapsing.
Seeing their reaction, Alistair smirked, let go of their breasts, and allowed them to relax for a moment.
Nagisa and Yukiko secretly sighed in relief and continued their efforts.
"Ah!"
Yukiko suddenly felt her clit being assaulted.
That friction felt like an electric current originating there, running up her abdomen, and shooting straight to her brain.
A spontaneous shriek escaped her mouth, and her whole body went limp. Yukiko's entire body melted.
Yukiko was already low on energy. Struck by Alistair's move, she instantly lost the strength to support herself and softly collapsed downwards.
"Eh? That's all it took to make you melt?" Alistair quickly hooked his hand under Yukiko's shoulder, somewhat surprised by her strong reaction.
"Ha, Yukiko, you're so weak, huh~ Lil' Alistair just touched you, and you melted. Look at me, this is the ease of an adult... Ah! Don't pinch!" Nagisa mocked Yukiko's lack of endurance, displaying the fact that she still had plenty of strength and was well in control of herself, only to be punished by Alistair's two fingers.
The clit, as one of the most densely innervated little spots on a woman's body, is extremely sensitive. Actions like rubbing and kneading can provide massive stimulation, and virtually no woman is an exception.
Thus, Nagisa followed the same path as Yukiko, with Alistair wrapping his arm around her shoulder and holding her close.
"Are you done yet? Lil' Alistair, you're taking forever." Nagisa pouted and complained, looking at the still steaming molten dragon. She desperately missed the head-spinning sensation of Alistair's dragon breath. That smell might have seemed a bit strange at first, but recalling it later... made her feel somewhat addicted.
"That depends on your skill. What you're doing right now isn't very intense." Alistair's hand, which was wrapped around Nagisa's shoulder, once again grabbed the pink nipple and gently pulled, causing Nagisa to let out a small moan.
Bang!
"I'm home! Huh? Why are there so many shoes? Did someone come over? Are these... Nagisa's and Yukiko's shoes? Wait, they didn't take the afternoon off for this, did they?!" Chiaki's voice and loud shout came from downstairs.
"Yare yare. It looks like you two had quite the plan." Alistair said, smiling at the frozen Nagisa and Yukiko.