The Conquerors Path Chapter 987 - 985-Good Girls Need Rewards[2].

Standing tightly against me, Eira and Luminara shook beneath my touch as I kept fondling their rears—supple and bouncy, the sort of lush allure that yearned for grips, slaps, and possession. Eira's rear was fuller, a bountiful arch that spilled beyond my grasp, her shadowy skirt inching upward with every press, uncovering the ebony stockings that wrapped her legs like an extra layer of flesh.

Luminara's was firmer, toned by her elven poise, yet equally enticing, her slate skirt pulled snug, the nude stockings gleaming in the glow, pulling my gaze along those seemingly infinite limbs to her footwear—pointed, ebony stilettos that lifted her rear even higher.

I drew them nearer, encircling their midsections with my arms, sensing their warmth penetrate their outfits. "You've been such obedient girls for me," I whispered, my tone deep and authoritative, infused with the fondness they desired. "Toiling diligently, constructing my domain step by step. Now, it's my turn to demonstrate how deeply I value it."

My mouth grazed Eira’s elongated, tapered ear initially—it fluttered at the touch, delicate and shuddering, prompting a faint sigh from her, "Mmm~ Master..." Her chocolate eyes, deep and fiery, fixed on mine with raw desire, her modest chest rising against her pale blouse, peaks already pressing through the material like subtle summons.

Avoiding partiality for now, I shifted to Luminara, giving her ear a gentle bite—finer, more refined, yet quaking equally. "And you, my silver-tressed enchantress... always so exact, so loyal." She let out a soft cry, "Ahn~ Master... please," her ebony eyes clouding with need, her ample chest pushing against the slate blouse, the fastenings seeming poised to give way from the strain.

Both remained untouched, I was certain—pristine save for their dreams of me, their lord, the figure they vied for in every conference room stare and hushed rivalry. This evening, that rivalry would flare up, though I'd master the blaze, coaxing forth each whimper, each quake, until they pleaded, gushed, completely owned by me.

Leading them toward the bed, my palms stayed on their rears, gripping in a steady pattern—press, ease, press—fostering that gradual strain, causing their hips to swing without thought as we advanced. "Sit," I ordered, and they complied, settling on the border of the enormous bedding, their skirts climbing to bare additional portions of those stocking-sheathed legs.

Eira’s ebony pair was translucent, embracing her shadowed complexion like dusk, whereas Luminara’s flesh-hued ones highlighted the fair sheen of her limbs, rendering them appear flawlessly sleek, irresistible. Their stilettos remained in place—those keen tips pressing into the rug, a nod to their authority beyond these walls, yet within, they served as my toys.

I dropped to my knees in front of them, my visage aligned with their torsos, and began with Eira. My palms glided along her legs, digits following the edge of her stockings, detecting the heat emanating from her center. "Let's uncover what you've kept secret for me," I breathed, my exhalation warm on her blouse as I undid the fastenings gradually, one after another, disclosing the frilly ebony undergarment below—simple, yet the manner it held her modest breasts rendered them lively, tempting.

I parted the blouse, baring her shadowed skin, sleek and rosy, then leaned forward, my tongue extending to outline the rise of one breast. Circling the contour leisurely and provocatively, savoring the tang of her flesh, the subtle fragrance she'd applied there.

"Ahn~ Master... that feels..." Eira faded out, her fingers clutching the bedding, her extended ears shaking as I descended further, my lips enveloping her peak via the undergarment—draw, twirl, draw. The material dampened from my efforts, her tip stiffening like a stone, and I nipped softly, pulling with my teeth.

She curved upward, thrusting her torso at me, her full rear adjusting on the bedding, rubbing faintly against it for relief. I moved to the opposite breast, echoing the pattern—lick, loop, nip—eliciting gentle cries that echoed through the space, "Mmh~ More... please..."

Yet I refused to hasten. My palms explored her form, one ascending her spine to release the undergarment, allowing it to drop, her modest mounds springing loose—shadowed peaks standing rigid, imploring. I drew one entirely into my mouth, drawing firmly now, my tongue whipping the end in rapid strokes while my spare hand massaged her other mound, digit looping the peak—circle, squeeze, circle. Her frame quivered, her legs opening a bit, and I detected her dampness, earthy and sugary, seeping via her undergarments beneath that skirt.

Luminara observed, her ebony eyes ravenous, a palm wandering to her own leg, but I seized it. "Not yet, slut. Observe how I bring her to climax first." The term—slut—struck her like a jolt, her face reddening, but she agreed, gnawing her lip, her rival spark flaring as Eira’s cries intensified.

I eased Eira onto the bed, her chocolate tresses spreading wide, and followed my kisses along her belly—deliberate, moist strokes over her core muscles, sampling every bit, probing her belly button with my tongue, encircling it idly. Her pelvis jerked, "Ahn~ Master... lower..."

I yielded, but with agonizing slowness. My palms lifted her skirt to her hips, unveiling ebony lace undergarments saturated and adhering to her creases. I rubbed my face on them, breathing in profoundly—damn, she carried the aroma of vice, damp and prepared.

My tongue outlined her divide via the material, ascending and descending, ascending and descending, sensing her nub pulse beneath the force. She mewled, "Nngh~ Master... tease me more..." Her penchant for torment surfaced, relishing the withholding, and I curled my digits into the undergarments, shifting them over—not removing, preserving that raw hint—but baring her shadowed, shining core, bare and sleek, edges swollen and welcoming.

"Behold this eager slit," I rumbled, my tone gravelly with passion, sentiments blending—authority fused with the care of realizing she was mine to shatter and treasure. I parted her legs broader, her stockings stretched, stilettos set on the bed, and plunged forward.

My tongue pressed flat at her gateway, stroking gradually—rising to her nub, encircling it once, twice, then descending again. Along her edges, savoring her fluids, briny-sweet, covering my lips. She twisted, her full rear rising from the bed, urging into my mouth, but I held her pelvis steady, dictating the rhythm.

Digits entered next—one gliding into her snug warmth, bending to graze that point, while my digit orbited her nub—push, stroke, push. "You're so snug, Eira... untouched core reserved for me." She gripped me tightly, crying out stronger,

"Yes~ Only yours... Ahn~!" I introduced a second digit, pumping leisurely at first, then quicker, parting her while my tongue assaulted her nub in unyielding loops—circle after circle, escalating that ongoing strain. Her form stiffened, breaths in gasps, her ears jerking erratically as the peak gathered.

Luminara grew restless; she inclined toward, her palm grazing Eira’s mound, tweaking the peak in unity—or envy?—but I swatted it aside gently. "Await your moment, whore. See her gush for me." The belittlement caused Luminara to whimper, her legs squeezing, but she followed, gaze broad as Eira broke apart.

"Ahn~ Master! Cumming~!" Her core convulsed, fluids bursting in warm jets, drenching my jaw, my digits, the bedding. I savored it eagerly, extending it with tender strokes—lick, draw, lick—until she fell back, shaking, a euphoric grin on her lips.

"Good girl," I commended, pressing a kiss to her inner leg, tasting the traces there. But I had more in store; the rivalry was merely beginning. I faced Luminara, her ebony-and-silver locks disheveled, ebony eyes beseeching. "Your moment, my slender little slut. Let's discover if you surpass her."

I tugged her nearer, echoing the ceremony yet with alterations to fuel their contest. Her slate blouse parted more deliberately, my digits pausing at each fastening, unveiling a silver lace undergarment that scarcely held her ample mounds—plump, weighty, overflowing the holders.

I pressed my face amid them, drawing in her aroma—fresh, blooming, blended with excitement—my tongue mapping the cleft, then looping one peak through the lace—twirl, snap, twirl. She bowed, "Mmm~ Austin... yes..." Her fingers wove into my locks, drawing me in, her contesting spirit evident as she eyed Eira, who viewed with lowered lids.

I liberated her mounds, the undergarment slipping off, and savored the pace—drawing one peak firmly, teeth scraping, while tweaking the other—turn, tug, turn. Her mounds were ideal grips, yielding yet solid, jiggling with each respiration.

Along her slim belly, kisses descending, tasting the tender skin, venturing lower to her slate skirt. Raised up, undergarments revealed—silver lace, drenched entirely. I rubbed her rise, tongue flattening against the material, grinding in leisurely loops—circle, rise, circle—prompting her pelvis to thrust urgently.

"Patience, bitch," I breathed, shifting the undergarments over to bare her fair core, edges rose and glossy, nub emerging. My tongue probed within, sampling her—milder than Eira, with a zest that stirred my arousal.

Extended, gradual strokes from gateway to nub, then concentrating on her edges—stroke left, stroke right, reiterate. She groaned, "Ahn~ Deeper... please..." Digits entered—one, then two—pumping in sync with my tongue’s loops on her nub—bend, stroke, bend. Her stockings slid smoothly beneath my hands as I widened her, stilettos pressing into the bed for support.

She gripped firmer, her pristine barriers fluttering, and I constructed her leisurely, incorporating a third digit to expand her, digit stroking her nub in solid pushes—push, ease, push. "You're leaking like a whore, Luminara... vying to climax fiercer?"

She bobbed her head wildly, peeking at Eira, who grinned faintly. The strain crested, her frame winding, and with a last intense draw on her nub—draw, nip, draw—she erupted. "Nngh~ Master! Squirt~!" Warm floods drenched my visage, her core squeezing tightly, fluids surging in pulses.

I consumed her, cleaning with mild strokes—around her gateway, along her legs—until she sagged, heaving. Both females reclined there, exhausted yet gazes still yearning, their forms shining, stockings preserved, stilettos on, skirts disarrayed. I rose, my arousal throbbing, but this marked only the onset. "Round one to you both," I remarked, grinning. "But now... demonstrate how you satisfy your master."