Their master shudders beneath them, his body tensing as the anticipation builds to a fever pitch. The power between them all grows stronger, a web of dominance and submission that leaves Deimos aching for more. She glances over at Phobos, feeling their connection grow tighter with every passing second.

With a wicked grin, she whispers back, "What do you think, Phobos? Should we make him suffer a little longer?"

Phobos chuckles darkly, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she watches their master writhe beneath them. "Well," she drawls teasingly, "it really is up to you, Deimos." Her tail slides lower, circling around his thigh possessively before moving higher again, brushing against his sensitive flesh in a taunting caress.

Deimos bites her lip, feeling the power course through her veins as she decides their master's fate.

Finally, Phobos gives Deimos a reassuring nod, her eyes never leaving your face. With this encouragement, Deimos relaxes slightly, focusing on the sensations she's feeling as she sits on your chest. She begins to rock her hips more forcefully, grinding against your face as she tries to elicit a reaction from you.

Her weight bears down on you, making it difficult to breathe and impossible to escape the sensations overwhelming your body.

You feel Deimos' ass pressing against your nose, her warmth enveloping you as she moves against your face. Her hips sway gently at first before picking up speed, grinding harder and deeper with each thrust. The sensation is incredible, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Beneath you, Phobos leans forward, her breasts brushing against your cheeks as she watches Deimos dominate you like this.

Deimos giggles and blushes deeply as she watches Phobos pick you up effortlessly. "She's strong, isn't she?" she whispers teasingly, running a hand through your hair. She looks up at Phobos with a mixture of admiration and lust in her eyes, unable to hide the desire coursing through her body.

With a sultry smile, Phobos carries you up the stairs, Deimos following closely behind. "

Deimos giggles and shrugs, not taking her eyes off Phobos as she carries you up the stairs. "Sorry, Mister Bunny," she whispers with a grin. "But I think it's Phobos' turn to be in charge tonight." She follows close behind, unable to resist the excitement building within her as they near your bedroom.

The room is dimly lit, casting shadows across the floor and walls.

Deimos arches her back, moaning loudly as Phobos's fingers begin to stroke her in time with their hips. "Mmm... y-yes," she gasps out, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Wha-?"

Phobos looks up at the mention of a movie, confused for a moment before realization dawns on her face. She smirks wickedly and kisses Deimos's neck before pulling away. "Oh, right. The movie."

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Phobos slips out of bed and pads across the room to where their master sits on the couch, his attention focused on the television screen. As she settles herself down next to him, she casually drapes an arm over her shoulders, pulling Deimos close against her side.

"There you go, love," she whispers into her ear. "Why don't you get comfy between us and watch the movie with your new master?"

"Yes, master," Deimos whispers softly. "We're here for your pleasure." "Damn right," Phobos snarls with a wicked grin. "Show us what you got, big guy."

Both girls quickly strip off their outfits, revealing their naked bodies. "Oh my..." Deimos breathes, eyes wide as she takes in the sight of you. "Fuck yeah, let's get this party started!" Phobos exclaims, striking a provocative pose. Her tits bounce freely, nipples hardening in the cool air.