Aisha's moaning and words of desire filled Tarkus with an intense passion and energy. He gripped her ass firmly, as his hips began to piston to and from her tightened pussy, the muscles of which she had so delightfully trained for his pleasure. He loved to watch her twist her own nipples, though he wished he could tease them himself. He longed to toy with them in his mouth, with his teeth grazing them and lips tugging between firm caresses of his hands.<br/><br/>His hands were entirely occupied though, one holding Aisha in position and moving her in time with his powerful thrusts , the other hand keeping Layla close to them. He wanted her nearby, because he wanted her next. The ritual of the joining had to involve being inside all women, and even in matters outside his new harem, he was entirely devoted to ritual. He knew it would only grow more difficult to have each woman in one session in years to come, so he was going to perform in spades for these two, though it was not exactly a stretch for his abilities.<br/><br/>"Yesyesyes..." Tarkus growled between clenched teeth.  A wild, yearning moan escaped his lips, trying to push himself over the edge at this less than perfect position.  His hips had to buck powerfully up into her, to make her form move upwards in the water with only the aid of his one hand, before pulling her back down along his cock, grinding himself deep within her. Her legs around him helped immensely, and made each thrust feel incredible. "Aisha YES!" He finally groaned, nipping at Aisha's neck as he finally came deep within her.<br/><br/>To his credit, he hardly slowed during his orgasm. He thrived on the over-stimulation, wildly slamming his cock into her as his manhood throbbed and convulsed with his immense climax. Tarkus growled with passionate release, holding both women close as though a natural reflex. As always, he wanted to push his physical limits of pleasure, to continue uninterrupted until the white-hot sensation overtook his vision, and he felt like he'd feint. While feinting never truly happened, but he wanted only the pinnacle of any experience. This habit was well-combined with her holding off her orgasms for him, as he was able to continue for multiple moments after his own eruption, wanting to hear her own cries of delight and pleasure.<br/><br/>His orgasm rushed visions into his head, considerations and even fantasies involving his two women. The two of them, while potentially great individually, would open up brand new doors of pleasure. Even beyond the traditional positions of two women and a man, there were, what he considered, darker desires that might be experimented on, ones he wouldn't ask Aisha to do with just the two of them. He thought it unnecessary, almost distracting to have his ass played with when there was only Aisha to focus on, but if there was another woman, with less convenient avenues to please him... why not pursue the next level of pleasure? Perhaps he did not truly know the zenith of bliss until he opened his mind to any and every possible form of stimulation?<br/><br/>The thought slid from his mind as the throes of his orgasm left him. He was breathing hot, deep breaths over Aisha's neck, which he'd been sucking and nipping at. "Amazing...my muse...my ever knowing delight." He said. "As always...you have brought me absolute pleasure." He whispered.<br/><br/>He would not apologize for what he would want and need to do next. It was not a shame, not a insult, it was merely a breaching of previous unknown to him. He did not say it right away, not wanting to deprive her of their post-coital embrace. His cock remained thick and hard within her, though it was twice as sensitive to any touch. He moved his second hand from Layla to wrap around Aisha for the brief moments, rubbing her back and caressing her cheek, kissing her deeply for longing seconds.<br/><br/>He whispered to Aisha, though he knew that he should not. There was not supposed to be any woman higher than the other in the joining ritual, as there would be once they left the pools. He simply could not stop himself though, as the guilt he was suppressing compelled him.<br/><br/>"You are my first, and will always be." He said simply to Aisha in a very quiet voice, before lifting her from his cock. His hands lingered on her body, his eyes doing the same on her own orbs. His expression was determined, stepping into a frontier that was desired but unknown.<br/><br/>"Layla." He said. His voice was soft, but hardly meek. His heart was racing, his senses on overload, and he had a sense of purpose. He had not given her much time without his hand on her to move away, though he addressed her now to halt her if she had.<br/><br/>He turned to face Layla. "Step to me, my lady of shadows. It is your turn to know your new keeper." His hands moved off of Aisha, sweat slightly glistening on his forehead.