The last guest had barely cleared the grand staircase when Egon slipped away from the lingering crowd. His heart hammered against his ribs, cock already half-hard beneath the formal trousers from the single whispered sentence Noella had breathed against his ear during the feast.
"Midnight. Nuptial chamber. Come alone. We changed our minds."
He moved through the shadowed corridors like a man hunted by his own desire. The punishment was supposed to start at sunrise, not tonight.
So here he was, heading toward the one room he had been ordered to avoid.
The double doors stood slightly ajar. Candlelight spilled into the hallway in warm golden bars.
Egon pushed them open.
Vienna and Noella waited on the enormous bed.
Both still wore their wedding gowns, but the heavy outer layers had been discarded.
Only the sheer inner dresses remained, clinging to sweat-damp skin, nipples dark and stiff beneath the fabric, the shadowed cleft between their thighs already visible through the gossamer material.
Thin veils of silver-threaded lace covered their faces as traditional Castros bridal custom, the shy modesty of noble wives on their wedding night.
They sat side by side, knees touching, hands folded demurely in their laps.
Egon closed the doors behind him. The lock clicked.
He crossed the room in five strides.
Vienna spoke first in a husky voice through the veil,
"You came quickly, husband. Couldn’t wait any longer?"
Noella tilted her head,
"His little monster is already hard, Sister Vienna. I can see the outline from here."
Egon reached them in one more step. He lifted Vienna’s veil first slowly. revealing her flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes dark with hunger.
"God," he breathed. "You’re perfect."
He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her deeply "Smooch."
His tongue entangled against hers until she whimpered into his mouth.
Then he turned to Noella.
Her veil lifted away like smoke. Her lips were already swollen from biting them in anticipation.
He kissed her the same way. Slow at first, then harder, teeth grazing her lower lip until she moaned.
When he pulled back both women were breathing fast, chests rising and falling, nipples straining visibly against silk.
Vienna spoke with a hungry gaze..
"We couldn’t do it, husband. Thirty days? Watching you suffer while we ache too? No. Tonight you will fuck us both. Tomorrow the punishment begins. But tonight... tonight you can do as many times you want.."
Noella leaned forward, breasts pressing against his chest..
"Look how wet we are already." She parted her thighs. The inner dress rode up, revealing wet pussy folds, no undergarments.
"We’ve been dripping since the vows. Every time the priest said ’bound’ my pussy clenched thinking of your cock binding us instead."
"You’re a top notch seductress, Noella," Egon groaned. His trousers were painfully tight now.
Vienna mirrored her sister, spreading her legs wider. Her pussy was flushed dark pink, but incredibly damp within her thighs.
"See? We prepared for you. Shaved smooth. Oiled. Ready to be stretched and filled with your big cock."
She reached down and spread her pussy lips with two fingers, showing him the slimy wetness inside.
"Thirty days of nothing after this. So make it count, husband. Fuck us until we can’t walk tomorrow."
"Thank you for the feast."
Egon tore at his clothes. His tunic ripped at the shoulder. Trousers shoved down. Boots kicked off.
His cock sprang free.
It wss thick, veined, head flushed purple, already leaking precum.
Seeing this, Noella licked her lips.
"Look at that beast. Already dripping baby juices for us."
Vienna crawled forward on all fours, breasts swaying heavily.
"Kiss us again, Egon. Taste how much we want you."
"As you wish, Sweethearts."
He immediately dropped to his knees on the mattress.
Vienna met him first, their lips crashing together, tongues tangling, her hands in his hair pulling him closer.
Noella pressed against his side, kissing his neck, then his jaw, then stealing his mouth from Vienna for a moment.
"Slurp, slurp, schlk."
They kissed him in turns. The kisses were deep, filthy, moaning into each other’s mouths while their hands roamed his chest, his abs, his cock.
Noella stroked him slowly.
"Its so thick... so hot... imagine this stretching my pussy again while Vienna sits on your face."
Vienna nipped his lower lip.
"Or this cock pounding my cunt while you lick my clit. We’ll make you come inside us so many times you’ll be empty for days."
Egon growled. "Fuck!"
He pushed Vienna onto her back. The silk dress rode up, exposing her completely. He kissed down her throat, teeth grazing her collarbone, then lower sucking one nipple through the silk until the fabric turned transparent, then shoving the dress aside to take the bare pink nipple into his mouth.
Vienna back bent.
"Yes... suck it... bite it... mark me as yours..."
Noella straddled Egon’s thigh, grinding her pussy against his rough skin while he watched.
"Look how greedy he you’re husband," Noella purred. "Sucking your tits like you’re some starving dog. I bet your cock is throbbing so hard it hurts."
Egon switched to the other nipple, biting gently, then soothing with his tongue.
Noella reached down and guided his hand between her legs.
"Feel me," she whispered. "Feel how wet I am just watching you worship her."
His fingers slid through slick folds. Her inside wad hot, swollen, dripping. He pushed two inside her, curling them against that spongy spot.
Noella moaned. "Ahhn!"
"Yes... fuck... right there... finger me while you suck her..."
Vienna writhed beneath him.
"Lower," she begged. "Taste me. Please."
Egon kissed down her stomach open-mouthed, leaving wet trails until he reached her pussy.
He spread her thighs wide and dragged his tongue from entrance to clit in one long stroke.
Vienna cried out.
"Gods... yes... eat me... drink me..."
Noella kept grinding on Vienna’s thigh, fingers now circling her own clit.
"Look at him, Sister," she gasped. "He is Devouring your cunt like it’s his last meal. His cock is dripping onto the sheets. He’s so close already and we haven’t even touched him properly."
Egon groaned into Vienna’s pussy, tongue plunging deep, then flattening over her clit in fast, hard circles.
Vienna’s hips bucked.
"I’m going to come, ahhn. Don’t stop. suck my clit. make me come on your tongue..."
"Anggh~!"
She finally came while her thighs clamping around his head, gushing love nectar across his chin and lips.
He drank every drop, tongue working her through the spasms.
When she finally collapsed, panting, he lifted his head. His eyes were wild with lust.
Noella crawled forward and kissed him deeply, tasting her sister on his tongue.
"My turn," she whispered.
She pushed him onto his back.
Vienna recovered enough to straddle his chest again, facing his cock.
Noella straddled his face.
"Eat me while she teases your cock, Husband." Noella pleaded.
Egon plunged his tongue into her dripping heat immediately.
Noella moaned, grinding down, riding his face with slow rolls of her hips.
Vienna wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
"Look how angry this cock is," she murmured. "Purple head, veins pulsing, leaking like a faucet. Imagine thirty days without relief. You’ll be humping the mattress every night thinking of this moment."
She stroked him in slow, twisting pulls, thumb circling the head, spreading precum down the shaft.
Noella rocked faster on his tongue.
"Yes... fuck... lick my clit... suck it... make me come while she edges you..."
Vienna leaned down and licked the head of his cock. once, twice, then took him into her mouth, sucking hard, tongue swirling.
Egon bucked beneath them, groaning into Noella’s pussy.
Noella came with a sharp cry, thighs trembling, flooding his mouth.
Just as Egon was about to cum, Vienna pulled off his cock with a wet pop.
"Not yet. We’re nowhere near finished teasing you."
They switched again. Vienna noe on his face, Noella stroking and licking his cock, keeping him on the edge, denying release, whispering filthy promises the entire time.
"You’ll remember this every lonely night," Vienna moaned as she rode his tongue.
"How wet we were. How hard you were. How badly you wanted to come inside us."
Noella licked a long stripe up his shaft.
"Thirty days of blue balls. Thirty nights dreaming of our cunts and asses. And when the month ends, we’ll make you beg all over again."
Egon’s hands gripped their thighs, hips thrusting uselessly into empty air.
"Please..." he rasped against Vienna’s pussy. "Let me fuck you. I need to be inside you."
Vienna smiled down at him.
"Soon, husband. Very soon."
But not yet.
They kept teasing, kissing each other above him, fingering each other while he watched, licking his cock without letting him come.
It went on until he was shaking, begging incoherently.
Only then did they decide he had suffered enough foreplay.
Vienna whispered against his lips.
"Now we can fuck."