The Conquerors Path Chapter 988 - 986-Good Girls Needs Reward[3].

"First round goes to the both of you," I declared with a smirk, standing tall while my cock pulsed insistently against the confines of my pants, throbbing from the erotic display before me—Eira and Luminara, collapsed on the bed, their skirts pushed up high, pussies gleaming from the squirting climaxes, stockings still in place and heels pressing into the fabric like symbols of their surrender.

Brown and black eyes alike smoldered with a blend of desire and competition, their elongated elven ears flickering with eagerness. They belonged to me—loyal, pure until this moment, eager to vie for every bit of my favor. "Now though... demonstrate how you satisfy your master."

With deliberate slowness, I undid my belt, prolonging the tension, the leather sliding softly against the cloth as I drew it out. Their stares fixed on my groin, ravenous, and I sensed the heartfelt tug—their affection for me intertwined with that urgent drive to surpass one another, to be the one drawing the deepest moans, the strongest release from me.

Eira moved initially, her rich dark complexion deepening in blush, her modest breasts rising and falling rapidly as she ran her tongue over her lips. Luminara, her ample breasts bared and nipples rigid like gems, inched ahead a bit, her hair with silver highlights cascading over one shoulder in a shroud of allure.

"You'll alternate," I ordered, my tone deep and gravelly, infused with the warmth that softened them even amid the humiliation. "Eira, my shadowy enchantress... Begin. Reveal how badly you crave to savor your master."

I lowered my zipper, yanking down my pants and underwear in one motion, my cock leaping out—robust, ridged with veins, and lengthy, the tip already moist with pre-cum, twitching in the atmosphere like a harbinger of the debauchery ahead. It was substantial, larger than their untouched dreams might have pictured, the length arching gently skyward, primed to expand, to possess.

Eira's brown gaze expanded, a faint whimper slipping free— "Mmm~ Master... It's so big..." —yet she advanced on all fours across the bed, her full rear swaying beneath the disheveled black skirt, black stockings rustling softly on the bedding.

She settled at the bedside, knees apart, heels angled rearward, her features mere inches from my cock. My fingers wove into her brown locks, drawing her nearer, sensing the heat of her exhalation on my flesh. "Part those lips. Adore it as the faithful secretaries you both are."

Compliance came instantly, her soft lips separating, tongue extending to taste the crown hesitantly at the outset—lick, twirl, lick—sampling the briny pre-cum, her eyes meeting mine with profound emotion, adoration gleaming amid the hunger.

"Ahn~ It tastes... so good," she breathed, her words airy, prior to enveloping the head with her mouth, drawing lightly, her cheeks concaving as she moved in short dips. Her tongue orbited the edge in circles, deliberate and steady, heightening the strain, causing my balls to draw up tight.

"Good girl," I rumbled, my grip firming in her hair, urging her onward bit by bit. Her mouth felt scorching, slick, wrapping me in silken warmth, her pointed elven teeth brushing just sufficiently to infuse a thrill of risk sans discomfort. A slight gag rose as I reached her throat's depth—her debut, naturally—but she persisted, her full rear tensing as she adapted, dipping quicker—rise and fall, draw, let go.

Drool trailed from her mouth, sheathing my length, rendering it shiny, and I rocked forward mildly, plunging into her mouth with gentle strokes, experiencing her tongue pressing along the bottom, tracing the veins.

Luminara observed from nearby, her dark eyes slitting with envy, a hand wandering to her leg, digits skimming the border of her flesh-toned stockings, yet I fixed her with a stern glance.

"Stroke yourself if you like, but hold back from climax. Reserve it for your contest." She pressed her lip between her teeth, agreeing with a dip of her head, her fingers delving beneath her grey skirt to rub her clit softly—in circles, circles—syncing with Eira's pace, her generous breasts jiggling with her inhalations.

Eira accelerated, her head nodding without pause—full depth, withdraw, full depth—her palms rising to cradle my balls, kneading them tenderly, tumbling them in her grasp as her tongue whirled the tip on every ascent.

"Mmh~ Master... cum in my mouth... please," she pleaded with my cock still inside, the plea garbled yet fervent, her ears shivering with thrill. The heartfelt intensity struck me—her purity blended with this lewd loyalty, striving to excel for my sake. I clutched her hair tighter, driving further, sensing her throat spasm about me—constricting, warm, drawing.

"You're such a greedy cocksucker, Eira... taking it all like a good girl~" The belittling words elicited a humming moan from her around me— "Nngh~ Yes~" —jolting pleasure along my back. I plunged into her mouth with greater force, the sloppy noises echoing—glk, slurp, glk—her drool cascading down my balls, gathering on the ground.

Her full rear shook with every push, her heels dragging on the bed as she steadied herself. The escalation was fierce, ongoing—plunge, draw, plunge—my balls contracting, the tension winding deep in my core.

In a last profound thrust, I erupted, bellowing her name— "Fuck, Eira!" —jets of heat surging into her mouth, dense and savory, throb following throb. She gulped it down hungrily, her throat contracting around me—swallow, swallow—extracting every bit, her eyes tearing up yet brimming with joy, affection radiant as she eased away gradually, swiping her lips clear. "Ahn~ Thank you, Master... it was delicious," she murmured, glowing, her form quaking from the deed, elated at triggering my first release.

Gently, I caressed her face, the tenderness piercing the lewdness. "Perfect." Yet the rivalry persisted—Luminara's moment arrived, her black eyes igniting with resolve.

"Your opportunity, Luminara. Force me to climax stronger than she managed, you silver-haired vixen." I directed her ahead, her slender frame gliding into position, her ample breasts brushing my legs as she positioned herself on knees, heels remaining, grey skirt gathered at her hips.

She inspected my cock—remaining erect, glossy from Eira's efforts—and approached, her tongue flicking the end—lick, taunt, lick—savoring the traces of my seed blended with Eira's spit. "Mmm~ So thick... I'll do better," she vowed, her tone throaty, rivalry keen.

From the outset, she engulfed me more fully, her mouth expanding around my thickness, nodding with intent—descent, draw, ascent—her hands encircling the root, caressing the excess she couldn't accommodate, rotating softly—rotate, slide, rotate. Her generous breasts swayed with the action, nipples skimming my flesh, heightening the feel.

A groan escaped me, "That's it... demonstrate to Eira how a true naughty secretary services cock." The phrase ignited her, her head accelerating, throat loosening to accept further—glk, gulp, glk—spit foaming at her mouth's edges, trailing onto her breasts, lending them a sheen.

Eira refused to remain passive, edging nearer, her hand extending to toy with my balls—tumble, press, tumble—assisting her competitor, though with a grin implying her lead. Luminara shot her a glare via teary eyes, but hummed around me— "Nngh~ Mine..." —resonating along my length, her tongue flattening on the base, stroking in extended sweeps as she nodded. The cadence was mesmerizing, fostering that sordid buildup—draw, caress, draw—my hips advancing to match her, ravaging her face with measured strength.

"You're vying so fiercely, my slim little cumslut... desire my load sliding down your throat?" She bobbed her head wildly, ears jerking, silver locks swinging as she fully engulfed me, nose flush to my base, lingering—grip, ease, grip—squeezing me with her throat's contractions. The surge of feeling washed over—her commitment, woven with untouched purity, driving her to limits to gratify me, to triumph.

I climaxed with a primal snarl— "Luminara! Fuck!" —ejecting heavy streams into her mouth, warmer now, bloating her cheeks until she devoured it avidly—swallow, sigh, swallow—her gaze fixed on mine, victorious, as she withdrew, a strand of seed linking her lips to my end. She lapped it away, grinning slyly. "Ahn~ Sweeter than I dreamed, Master... did I win?"

I laughed softly, breaths ragged, fingering her hair. "Close, but now... together, both of you. Vie to make your master release once more." They shared a fiery look—contest reigniting—but united, positioning knee-to-knee, forms nestled near, stockings brushing one another.

Eira commenced at my balls, her tongue caressing them leisurely—encircle one, draw, encircle the next—while Luminara claimed the shaft, her mouth capturing the head, nodding lightly—draw, twirl, draw. They harmonized in rivalry, Eira's palms gliding the base as Luminara's cradled my rear, nails pricking faintly—scrape, clutch, scrape. "Mmh~ He's mine to bring to climax," Eira whispered, nipping my sack softly, her full rear rubbing Luminara's leg for stimulation.

"No... observe this," Luminara countered, engulfing me deeply once more, her generous breasts compressing against Eira's flank, nipples grazing in unintended allure. The combined attack was overwhelming—Eira's tongue merging on the shaft, tracing the underside as Luminara drew on the crown—lick in unison, draw together, continue. Spit glazed all, trailing in threads, their sighs blending— "Ahn~", "Mmm~" —pulsing through me.

I directed them, palms in their tresses, urging them tighter— "Collaborate... battle for my seed." They complied, Eira seizing a chance to deep-throat while Luminara tended my balls—exchange, nod, exchange—the tempo unyielding, stoking that twisting fervor. Their figures twisted, pussies leaking fresh onto the fabric, heels tapping as they adjusted for optimal reach.

The rivalry crested—Eira drawing fiercely, Luminara caressing swifter—rotate, slide, rotate—until I detonated, seed arcing over their features initially, then into parted mouths—eject, gulp, eject. They devoured it sloppily, sampling amid the chaos, tongues intertwining with my essence between.

Gasping, I drew them upward, planting kisses soft yet claiming. "You both triumph... for the moment." Yet the evening stretched on, their untouched pussies yearning to be taken.