A smirk. A damn smirk. That what was he got off Skylar. His emotions surged. She should have seen a lot of men break far earlier than he. It had taken months to get to this point. Perhaps, she could have used more bluntness to force him to this point. Or perhaps if the blonde hadn’t been an escape valve for her personality, or rather her races traits… it would have been even more overwhelming. He didn’t know that Skylar and her influences had peaked the levels of lust, had even increased this manly mans level of testosterone. Perhaps he did listen a bit less than before she was brought into the mix, but to most of his constituents he was still a listener, a problem solver, instead of this, his hand straining the blonde hair as he took her.<br/><br/>He had seen the claim just beforehand, after the growl, the hand between her girlfriends legs demanding more attention. He didn’t know that he could put a zero behind his own age and still not reach hers. The territorial move was seen, but it would mean he would use more force on the brunette. If she would try to claim the blonde, he’d just have to fucking wreck her, be rougher with her when he would be balls deep inside of her. Teach her, her position. That it would be a game to her, that it would be of no use, wasn’t known to him. He was the elected one, he called the shots here. Perhaps though, in this form she was in, he could hurt her like a normal human being.<br/><br/>The blondes heels clicked on the wooden flooring as he pulled her closer. Her mouth so partly opened as he approached her, as he made her approach him. Those full lips. They should be around his throbbing inches. Their kiss was heated. A mashing of lips. No tongue though before he was already pulling her downwards. Her slender fingers sliding up his thighs made his muscles tighten. She was already working on his belt. He hissed out a “Yesssss….”. Pushing his upper body a bit further back to give her more room to work with.<br/><br/>The purr that reached his ears made him look up. When she spoke, it didn’t quite reach his blurred mind. He knew he should have a witty retort to the brunette. But as he saw her fingers slipping over that round ass that he had coveted for such a long time now, he brought his eyes to hers again (after following her hand, of course). “Oh shut up Skylar and get down here…”. Crude. Perhaps effective. He wondered if the brunette had ever been told to shut up. To get in line. To be reigned in by a more powerful man than she was. Well… she’d know now. For Imari he’d use more honey, for her vinegar. The two different characters would play into his every kink. Though in the end, he might be more rough to Imari with those final thrusts… before he reached his inevitable climax.<br/><br/>He made more room as Skylar joined in the little tryst. As he looked at the two between his legs, it made him think of dogs. Both on their knees, at his feet. His two bitches. He wondered why they weren’t collared yet. It was such a logical mental picture. He would be holding their leashes. When he would receive guests here, they would be sitting like this, next to his chair. Skylar with some studded collar, black, Imari with something shimmering in white. He’d walk them around the building like that. For a second he gave off a little shake of his head to try and clear the clouded thoughts of his mind.<br/><br/>He noticed they were kissing. The hand in the blonde locks put on less strain as he watched. He could see mouths opening, tongues starting a languid duel, before the blonde would go further an push her mouth against the delicate neck. Another witty remark came from the brunette. His hand slipped into the black hair too. Taking a fistful of it in a makeshift ponytail. Where his hand in the lighter hair had woven in, here it was more strained. As they dragged the pants down, just a bit, his hips pushed up, to help them free it far enough.<br/><br/>Moments later the blonde was placing soft kisses on his abs, but the brunette was watched this time, just beyond Imari. As soon as her tongue ran upwards those inches, she’d feel him jerk underneath the pink extended muscle. A jerk that ran from hilt to tip, faster than she who was working upwards. He groaned with it. The jerk itself brought forward a spill of his precum, forming a bubble on the slit of that hard cock. Too much to defy gravity. It slowly leaked, the creamy juice less fluid, towards her upcoming tongue. Giving her that tang of saltyness as she pushed up.<br/><br/>His hand in the black hair pulled her away though, from that cock. Upwards. As he bend forward. Imaris hair was released for the moment, his right hand sliding over onto the brunettes ample ass. As his hand covered the roundness, it was pulled away. He had dragged her face to tilt upwards as he had bend forward. It meant Imari god wedged between them, but for now, he didn’t care. His mouth was mashed against the red lips of the eldest in the room. His tongue immediately forcing itself into the fiendish creature. Eyes closing as their kiss intensified.<br/><br/>At that point his hand whacked down on her ass. The soft firmness as his hand came down upon it nearly made him groan in itself. He had been wanting to slap that ass ever since he first saw her. For good measure a second one followed. Fingers now sliding up her fabric covered skin, then down to run index and middle finger along the line of her behind. Through the fabric teasing her puckered backdoor for just a split second as he moaned into the kiss. Suddenly, yet another whack of that hand. At that point he fell back in the chair. Releasing her lips in the process.<br/><br/>But he wasn’t giving her a second respite. As soon as he fell back, he had aimed her lips straight above his cock. Pushing her lips against the mushroom shaped cone, pulling her down as his hips pushed up. His words. “Take it… fucking suck that cock…” ringing her ears. He was thick. Would spread her full plushy tiers. A little over eight inches. So much of him. As soon as she would open her mouth he would groan. Perhaps his head would loll back as his eyes would close. Even before, as he pressured that slab of manmeat against her mouth, another jerk of him. Perhaps Imari would notice the slight spasm of his balls, as more of his potent precum was boiling up against Skylars lips.<br/><br/>His hand that had retreated from the brunette slipped into his chiefs lovely hair once more. A gentle carress as a counterpoint to the harsher handling of Sky. His eyes on her for a second, before any effect of her girlfriends work would be felt. A combination of genuine affection and towering lust.