The Conquerors Path Chapter 990 - 988-Good Girls Need Reward[6].

Eira rested there next to us, her ebony skin shining with perspiration, her ample rear still shuddering from the remnants of her climaxes, my seed seeping gradually from her widened folds in dense, creamy streams that trailed along her legs to the tangled bedding.

Her chocolate-colored gaze drifted upward in her skull, immersed in a fog of ecstasy, her extended elven ears drooping and trembling softly, her modest chest rising and falling with labored inhales.

She appeared completely devastated, my shadowy elf vixen, stuffed to overflowing, branded profoundly within her core, a contented grin curving her puffy mouth as she whispered senselessly.

"Mmm~ Master... so full..." It formed a lewd spectacle, one that caused my shaft to pulse even more intensely, already coated in Eira’s wetness, prepared to seize the following conquest.

Luminara’s obsidian eyes blazed with jealousy and craving as she observed, her slender frame rigid, generous bosom lifting and dropping swiftly, peaks stiff and yearning beneath her parted gray blouse.

Her locks streaked with silver tumbled across her shoulders like liquid moonbeams, her flesh-toned hosiery clinging to her fair legs, footwear securely in place as she moved, her gray skirt gathered at her hips, revealing her moistened core, flushed and engorged from her own caresses.

"My turn, Master... I’ll take more than she did," she breathed, her tone gravelly with rivalry, that faithful desire overlaid with the urge to demonstrate she was the superior lover, the one who’d draw my release farthest.

I grinned, seizing her by the hips and drawing her near, sensing the warmth of her form against me—yielding yet firm, her full mounds flattening against my torso, the trim of her shed undergarment abandoned on the ground.

"Oh, you’ll take it, you silver-haired beauty," I snarled, my words coarse with ownership, fondness weaving through the humiliation like a gentle flow—she belonged to me to treasure and ravage.

"Watch closely, Eira... see how I breed your rival." Eira’s lids parted halfway, seed continuing to flow from her slit, a faint groan slipping out as she agreed with a nod, too exhausted to stir but stirred by the view.

I pressed Luminara down onto the mattress, her limbs parting naturally, footwear rasping the fabric, hosiery gleaming in the dim glow.

My palms wandered her body initially—deliberate, taunting caresses to ignite that burning need, thumbs outlining the curves of her full mounds, sensing their substantial heft, the light skin warming to rose beneath my fingers.

"These tits... fuck, they’re made for my hands," I whispered, enclosing them completely, compressing the plush tissue—press, let go, press—observing them overflow my grasp, tips hardening into firm, pink nubs.

I bent forward, sampling her, my tongue darting at one peak gently at the start—flick, swirl, flick—relishing the subtle briny hint of her perspiration blended with a milder, nearly vanilla note from her flesh, pure and alluring.

"Ahn~ Master... suck harder," she pleaded, her dark eyes fixing on mine, heartfelt affection gleaming in the request, her untouched frame bowing to present further. I complied, drawing the peak into my mouth entirely, pulling firmly—draw, twirl, draw—teeth brushing the tender end, nipping until she inhaled sharply, her slim hips rising against my leg.

My free palm toyed with the untouched mound, thumb circling the peak in steady loops—rotate, tweak, rotate—heightening that ongoing strain, causing her full mounds to sway lightly with every respiration.

She flavored heavenly, more delicate than Eira, her flesh akin to new cream carrying a trace of blooms from some cream she applied, the taste unfolding on my tongue as I shifted over—nibble, swipe, nibble—eliciting cries that echoed through the space, "Mmh~ Yes... more..."

Eira observed from beside, her fingers drifting idly downward to her seed-stuffed folds, digits plunging in to stir the chaos—plunge, twirl, plunge—her gaze heavy-lidded, rival gleam igniting as she muttered,

"She’s louder... but I took you deeper."

Luminara shot her a fierce look, yet the contest merely spurred her on, her legs opening broader, beckoning me southward.

I pressed kisses along her toned belly—leisurely, damp paths over her midsection, savoring the sleek, fair skin—swipe up the belly button, encircle it with my tongue—loop, probe, loop—sensing her sinews tighten beneath.

Her aroma grew more potent now—earthy, bearing a brighter, nearly lemon edge unlike Eira’s richer earthiness, her excitement trickling onto the fabric.

My palms glided to her legs, thumbs digging into the yielding tissue beyond her hosiery, parting her broadly, her footwear rising a bit as she steadied herself.

"Look at this pretty pink cunt... already soaking for my cock," I grated, my exhalation warm on her petals, prior to plunging for a sample, tongue pressing flat to her opening, licking gradually upward to her nub, encircling it doubly, then descending again.

She jerked, "Nngh~ Master... taste me deeper," her tone fracturing, fists clenching the fabric. I relished her nectar—zesty-sweet, glazing my mouth, my tongue probing within—plunge, bend, plunge—mimicking penetration as my thumb massaged her nub—press, revolve, press.

She clenched firmer here as well, her inner walls quivering, the savor bursting across my taste buds—crisp, sharp, compelling, prompting me to rumble into her core. Digits followed, a pair easing inside, widening her pristine warmth—spread, bend, spread—striking the area that caused her to bow, full mounds quivering with the shift.

Yet I craved further; I withdrew, my shaft throbbing, glossy with anticipation, and aligned the broad tip at her gateway.

"Beg for it, tell me how bad you want your master’s cum in your womb."

Her obsidian eyes implored.

"Please~ Fill me... breed me harder than her... Ahn~!"

I drove forward gently—centimeter by agonizing centimeter—sensing her inner grip expand around my thickness, scorching and clamp-like, snugger than Eira’s, holding me as if crafted for it.

"Fuck, you’re so tight... virgin pussy sucking me in."

I reached full depth, rotating profoundly, her nub grinding my base—rotate, maintain, rotate—establishing that vulgar cadence. My palms wandered, clenching her full mounds fiercely—compress, twist peaks, compress—turning the nubs until she wailed.

"Yes~ Hurt me more!"

Her penchant for pain surfaced, relishing the blend of ache and delight. I hammered swifter—drive, collide, drive—my pelvis crashing into hers, the slick noises vulgar—squish, clap, squish—her fluids bathing my sack, trailing downward.

Eira, regaining a touch, extended her arm, her palm gliding along Luminara’s leg, digits toying the border of her hosiery—stroke, descend, stroke—intensifying the agony, but I brushed it aside gently.

"Just watch, cum-filled slut... see her take what you did." Eira mewled, toying her oozing folds once more—plunge, groan, plunge—gaze locked on our union.

I turned Luminara to her flank, one limb draped over my shoulder, her footwear swaying by my hearing, hosiery grazing my face as I plunged farther, angle striking fresh zones, her inner walls seizing madly—grip, quiver, grip.

"This pussy... milking me like a desperate slut," I rumbled, smacking her rear—snap, wobble, snap—fair skin reddening, her full mounds leaping with every strike. I sampled her once more, leaning to draw a peak—pull strong, nip, pull—savor erupting afresh, more damp with sweat, brinier, blended with her excitement’s aroma saturating the atmosphere.

"Ahn~ Master! Deeper... ruin me~!" she shrieked, her dark-and-silver tresses flailing as she writhed, profound loyalty spilling forth, vying to be the noisier, snugger mate. I assented, slamming without mercy—plunge profound, withdraw languid, plunge—the frame quaking, her footwear raking my spine for support.

My palm located her nub, stroking wild loops—circle, press, circle—while the other clutched her rear, digits embedding, thumb circling her rear entrance—loop, nudge, loop—easing just the end inside, introducing that sordid breach.

She broke apart initially.

"Nngh~ Cumming! Squirt for you~!"

Her core contracting, walls seizing my shaft—clasp tight, ease, clasp—fluids erupting in warm jets, drenching my pelvis, the fabric, blending with Eira’s prior spill. I thrust through it—drive, rotate, drive—extending her rapture, her cries shifting to whimpers.

"More~ Fill my womb!"

The vision—her light frame twisting, full mounds surging, core spraying—drove me toward the brink. I flipped her to her back anew, limbs coiled around me, footwear pressing my rear, compelling me farther.

"Take my cum, you breeding whore... deeper than her!" My palms secured her arms overhead, mounds leaping crazily as I pounded savage drives, reaching bottom repeatedly—clap, stuff, clap. I savored her mouth, kissing fiercely, tongue penetrating—twirl profound, draw, twirl—tasting her cries, her delicacy.

The tension burst.

"Fuck, Luminara!" I embedded fully, erupting powerfully—scalding, dense bursts inundating her core, throb following throb, stuffing her till it spilled, seeping around my shaft. She peaked once more alongside me.

"Ahn~ So much... breeding me~!"

Inner walls drawing each bit, spraying freshly, our essences merging in a rich, depraved pool.

I slumped atop her, remaining embedded, pressing tender kisses to her brow, mouth, the ferocity fading into tenderness.

"Good girl... my perfect slut." Eira observed, seed persisting in its drip from her, gaze ravenous. "Now... both of you together."