As they watched Kiba letting the cool water wash over his body, they couldn't help but swallow hard. The sight of his bare physique, with muscles rippling under the water, was mesmerizing. Their eyes travelled down to his abs and lower, a familiar heat stirring within them.
When Kiba pulled down his pants, revealing his impressive cock, their mouths practically salivated.
Just a few days ago, they had tasted him while he slept, savoring the taste of his white nectar.
The memory of it, how it throbbed in their mouths, how delicious it had been, flooded back to them.
They wanted to taste it again, but they were unsure how to proceed with him now awake.
"Hmm..."
Kiba, noticing his persistent erection, looked down with a puzzled expression.
"It would be good if I could soften it..."
He muttered aloud, his confusion evident.
"!!!"
Penelope and Tempest's eyes sparkled as they heard his words.
Kiba had lost his memories and didn't remember how to control his weapon!!
Or understand how it worked!!
But they did!!!
After all, his weapon was a marvel of bio-engineering, designed to respond to the presence of women. As long as they remained tantalizingly close, it would never find solace!!
Suppressing a giggle that threatened to erupt, the women exchanged a knowing glance.
This was their chance to explore this uncharted territory, to take advantage of Kiba's innocence!!
They stepped into the water, letting it soak their bodies, enhancing their curves and the allure of their forms.
"Does your… weapon… trouble you?" Penelope inquired, her fingers tracing the outline of his throbbing cock.
Kiba, utterly clueless, nodded his head, his gaze flitting between them with a bewildered innocence.
"We can help you," Tempest mirrored Penelope's actions, sending shivers down Kiba's spine.
Seizing the opportunity, the women ushered him towards the shore, where a smooth, flat stone offered a makeshift seat.
They made him sit, his back against the cool rock. They positioned themselves on either side of him, their bodies slick with cool water, flanked him.
Leaning in, their voices barely above a murmur, they expressed a desire to "help" him.
As they knelt beside Kiba, the water cascading around them, their hands reached out to him with a shared purpose.
Penelope's fingers trailed over his thigh, feeling the strength that lay beneath his skin. Tempest's touch was lighter, her fingertips dancing over his abdomen, tracing the lines of his muscles.
Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. Slowly, they leaned in, their lips brushing against his heated skin.
Penelope placed a gentle kiss upon the tip of his throbbing cock, her breath warm against his sensitive flesh. Tempest followed suit, her lips trailing along the length of his shaft, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of salt and spices that danced upon their tongues. It was the enchanting flavour they had missed, now finally within their grasp.
They revelled in the heat of his cock, the rhythmic throb beneath their touch.
Their tongues joined in a delicate dance, tracing patterns along his length, coating him in their saliva.
Penelope took him into her mouth first, her lips forming a tight seal around his pulsating head.
Tempest followed suit, her mouth enveloping him with equal fervour.
They alternated their movements, each taking turns to pleasure him, their lips and tongues working in perfect harmony.
The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that threatened to consume them whole. They moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.
Kiba's moans filled the air, his hands gripping the stone beneath him as he surrendered to them.
As their ministrations continued, Tempest and Penelope found themselves lost in a rhythm as old as time itself.
Their tongues and lips moved in perfect harmony, each movement a testament to their shared desire and unspoken connection.
Their lips joined at the top of Kiba's throbbing cock, forming a tight seal as they worked together to pleasure him.
Their mouths enveloped him, their tongues dancing around his pulsating head, tracing every ridge and vein with practiced precision.
Tempest's lips were hot and hungry, her mouth eagerly sucking him in as if trying to draw out every last drop of his essence. Penelope's kisses were softer, more delicate, yet no less fervent in their worship of his magnificent member.
As they felt his cock throb violently in their mouths, they knew that his release was imminent. They prepared themselves, eager to taste his nectar once again, their anticipation mounting with each passing moment.
And then it happened.
With a deep, primal groan, Kiba reached the peak of ecstasy, his seed spurting forth into their waiting mouths.
Tempest and Penelope drank greedily, their lips still locked together in a sinful embrace...
Meanwhile, on the opposite bank of the waterfall, hidden amidst the lush foliage, Martha had finally caught up. Through a parting in the leaves, she witnessed the scene.
Her jaw dropped, a single, incredulous thought echoing in her mind:
"Are those women… kissing… Ass Breaker...together?!"