The Conquerors Path Chapter 989 - 987-Good Girls Need Reward[5].

A low chuckle escaped me, my breaths coming in heavy gasps, as I ran my fingers through Luminara’s hair while she savored the final traces of my cum from her lips, her dark eyes sparkling with that fierce rivalry, shooting a glance at Eira, who shot back a triumphant, pleased grin. Their cheeks burned red, streaked with remnants of my seed, lips puffed from the effort of serving me, and damn, it had my dick stirring right back to rigid attention in no time.

These pair—my loyal elven pets, untouched maidens yearning to be claimed, vying for every bit of my command, thriving under my rule and subjugation, another key factor in choosing them. Yet I held the reins, and now it was time to seize my prize, beginning with Eira. Her ebony skin shimmered in the lantern's glow, her ample rear still trembling from her prior release, sheer black stockings stretched tight over her thighs, high heels grounded as though readying for the tempest I'd soon release.

"Eira, my insatiable little slut," I rumbled, my tone heavy with desire, woven with the warmth that made her soften—aware she was treasured amid the humiliation. "You’ve won the opening thrust. Part those thighs and reveal that untouched slit once more."

A soft whimper escaped her, "Ahn~ Yes, Master... claim me," her chocolate eyes meeting mine with utter loyalty, her pointed ears flickering erratically as she reclined on the bed, spreading her legs broad, her dark skirt bunched up to her hips, underwear tossed aside long ago. Her core was mesmerizing—ebony folds, swollen and glistening, her nub emerging like a desperate gem, nectar still flowing from her earlier gush. The aroma struck me—earthy, sugary, alluring, stirring my hunger.

Luminara sulked, her full chest rising and falling as she positioned herself next to us on the mattress, one palm gliding down her slender frame to her bare mound, digits teasing her button gently—round and round—but I seized her arm.

"Observe. Stroke yourself if needed, but hold back your peak. Witness how I destroy her for any other." Jealousy flashed in her dark gaze, yet she agreed with a nod, nibbling her lower lip, her locks with silver highlights spilling out as she angled herself to catch every lewd moment, her flesh-toned stockings rustling on the fabric as she parted her legs a bit, heels pressing down for balance.

I mounted the bed, settling between Eira’s legs, my palms exploring her form initially—deliberate, owning caresses to heighten the longing. My hands glided along her legs clad in black silk, sensing the thin material hug her dusky skin, heated and silky underneath, thumbs digging into her inner thighs, forcing them apart further.

"You’re dripping so much for me, Eira... this snug hole craving to be widened." I bent forward, my lips seeking her throat, sampling the tang of her perspiration—lick, draw, lick—grazing the tender area under her ear, causing her to bow, her modest breasts flattening against my torso, peaks stiff like gems rasping my flesh.

"Ahn~ Master... please, enter me," she pleaded, her words airy, laced with feeling—adoration blended with primal urge, her fingers gripping my shoulders, nails pricking softly. I pressed kisses downward, my tongue following her collarbone, then to her petite mounds—encircling one peak languidly with my tongue—loop, flick, loop—before engulfing it wholly, drawing firmly, teeth brushing the tip.

Her flavor was heavenly—skin lightly brined from excitement, a subtle bloom from her scent remaining, her frame quaking beneath me as I moved to the opposite breast—draw, nibble, draw—my palm massaging the untouched one, thumb circling the peak with steady rubs—squeeze, let go, squeeze.

Luminara observed closely, her digits now plunging into her own slit—plunge, hook, plunge—syncing with my pace, her generous bosom jiggling with her inhalations, dark eyes misty with resentment.

"I want my chance soon~" she whispered, her rivalry cutting through, but I brushed her aside temporarily, concentrating on Eira.

My spare hand trailed along Eira’s flank, following the dip of her waist, then to her rounded rear—clenching the soft meat, digits sinking deep, sensing it give way in my hold. "This rear... damn, it’s ideal for slamming," I snarled against her mound, raising her hips a touch to rub my shaft along her damp crease—slide, tease, slide—the tip snagging her nub repeatedly. She mewled, "Nngh~ Master... stuff me... I belong to you~" Those words ignited me, her loyalty striking that tender spot—pure yet depraved, striving to outshine as the ultimate prize.

I aligned myself, the bulbous tip of my rod nudging her pristine opening—gentle initially, easing forward, sensing her channel expand around me, scorching and constricting like a clamp. "Breathe easy... accept every bit like the obedient one you are."

She inhaled sharply, "Ahn~ It’s huge... tearing me apart..." yet her pelvis rose to meet me, keen, her core contracting as I advanced further—push, halt, push—reaching full depth at last, sheathed completely in her warmth. The feeling was intense—slick, silken, holding me as if reluctant to release.

I began gently, withdrawing nearly out, then driving in firmly—plunge, roll, plunge—establishing that steady beat, each drive striking her core, causing her ample rear to ripple against my legs.

My palms toyed with her relentlessly—one on her rear, clenching, tapping softly—smack, massage, smack—watching the skin flush beneath my touch, while the other wandered her mounds, tweaking her peaks sharply—turn, tug, turn—eliciting keen yelps from her.

"You crave this, right? Getting pounded like my private plaything with her eyes on you."

"Yes~ Ahn~ Deeper, Master... wreck my slit," Eira groaned, her chocolate eyes welling from bliss, her elongated ears shivering as I hammered quicker, the frame groaning beneath us. I dipped low, sampling her once more—my tongue washing her neck, then her mounds, drawing a peak in mid-drive—draw, plunge, draw—savoring the blend of perspiration and her essence, briny-sweet, compelling. Her core gripped in pulses around me—contract, ease, contract—drawing on my rod, fluids drenching my sack, the damp clash of bodies resounding lewdly in the space.

Luminara’s breaths grew ragged, her fingers delving deeper into her depths—three fingers, hooking to strike her sweet spot—plunge, groan, plunge—her ample chest surging, peaks twisted by her other hand. "Ummm....I can outdo her," she challenged, but her tone cracked into a whine, gaze locked on my shaft vanishing into Eira’s shadowed lips, expanding her broadly.

Abruptly, I turned Eira onto her belly, her full rear elevated, heels remaining, black stockings accenting the scene flawlessly. "Rear high, whore... allow me to drive you harder." She obeyed, curving her spine, face pressed into the bedding, her cries muffled—"Mmh~ Yes~"—as I reentered from the rear, my pelvis striking her rear—smack, drive, smack—the pace fierce now, my sack tapping her nub per thrust. My palms clutched her rear globes, parting them, thumbs circling her tight ring—loop, nudge, loop—heightening the naughtiness, sending her into frenzied bucks.

"Damn, your rear feels incredible... jiggling on my dick that way," I moaned, smacking firmer—whack, bounce, whack—seeing the ebony tone turn rosy under my hand. I curved forward, digits locating her nub—stroke, tweak, stroke—whirling it matching my drives, urging her to another brink.

Her taste intensified in this pose— I bent across her back, lapping the moisture from her backbone—swipe up, down, swipe—relishing the briny path, my other hand weaving into her auburn tresses, yanking her head rearward to bare her throat, nipping softly—bite, draw, bite—stamping her as my own.

"Ahn~ Master! I’m climaxing~!" Eira wailed, her core convulsing around me, inner walls fluttering madly—grip, loosen, grip—fluids gushing past my rod, drenching the fabric, her form shuddering fiercely. The view, the sensation—scalding, slick, clutching—drew me nearer, but I restrained, hammering through her peak—drive, grind firm, drive—prolonging it, her cries shifting to ecstatic sobs.

Luminara frigged herself wildly now—plunge, hook, plunge—her dark eyes broadened, mouth agape in wonder and envy. "She’s gushing once more... Master, force her to swallow your load." Her urging ignited me, the rivalry stoking the blaze.

I rolled Eira onto her back again, craving her expression—those chocolate eyes brimming with affection and craving—as I took her completely. Thighs draped over my shoulders, her heels swaying, stockings grazing my flesh, I plunged profound—hitting base repeatedly, rubbing her depths. "You belong to me, Eira... this core is meant for my seed." My palms roamed freely—clenching her modest mounds, tweaking peaks—turn, circle, turn—then to her rear, hoisting her for sharper entry, digits burying into the yielding meat.

"Yes~ Stuff me... breed your whore~ Ahn~!" she sobbed, her core clamping urgently, heartfelt loyalty spilling in each cry. The tempo quickened—slam hard, withdraw languid, slam—my sack striking her rear, the slick noises vulgar—schlick, smack, schlick. I claimed her mouth then, kissing profoundly, tongues entwining—twirl, draw, twirl—tasting traces of my essence on her exhale, fused with her nectar.

Tension mounted, twisting sharply—her walls drawing me ceaselessly—contract, quiver, contract—and with one last fierce drive, I sank deep, erupting strongly—"Damn, Eira! Swallow it all!"—warm jets flooding her depths, throb after dense throb, overfilling her, seed seeping around my shaft. She broke apart alongside me—"Nngh~ Master! So stuffed~!"—her core pulsing, gushing anew, blending our essences in a messy torrent.

I slumped atop her, remaining embedded, pressing a gentle kiss to her brow—the intensity easing into care—as she gasped, offering a faint smile, her frame slack and content. "I love you, Master... your seed within me..." Luminara observed, digits still sunk in her folds, gaze ravenous. "My moment next... I’ll handle more."

Yet for the moment, Eira was taken, possessed utterly, her depths branded. The evening raged onward.