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

Standing side by side, Eira and Luminara remained near me, their forms quivering beneath my touch as I kept fondling their rears—supple and resilient, the sort of lush allure that yearned for gripping, slapping, possession. Eira's offered more volume, a bountiful arch that spilled beyond my grasp, her shadowy skirt inching upward with every press, uncovering the ebony stockings that gripped her legs like an extra layer of flesh.

Luminara's felt firmer, toned by her elven poise, yet equally enticing, her silver skirt pulled snug, the flesh-hued stockings gleaming in the glow, pulling my gaze along those limitless limbs to her footwear—pointed, ebony stilettos that accentuated her rear even further.

I drew them nearer, my limbs encircling their midsections, sensing the warmth from their figures permeating their attire. "You've acted as such obedient girls for me," I whispered, my tone deep and authoritative, infused with the fondness they desired. "Laboring diligently, constructing my domain step by step. Now, it's the moment I demonstrate exactly how deeply I value it."

My mouth grazed Eira’s extended, tapered ear initially—it fluttered at the touch, responsive and shaking, and she released a gentle sigh, "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 against the material like subtle summons.

Avoiding bias for the moment, I shifted to Luminara, nibbling softly at her ear—finer, more refined, yet quaking equally. "And you, my silver-tressed enchantress... forever 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 silver blouse, the fastenings seeming poised to burst from the strain.

I was aware they remained untouched, both virgins—unspoiled save for their dreams of me, their lord, the figure they vied for in every meeting stare and hushed rivalry. This evening, that rivalry would flare, yet I'd harness the blaze, eliciting every groan, every quiver, until they pleaded, gushed, completely owned by me.

Leading them toward the bed, my palms stayed on their rears, compressing in a steady pattern—press, let go, press—fostering that gradual strain, causing their hips to sway 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-covered thighs.

Eira’s dark pair shone translucently, embracing her shadowed complexion like nightfall, whereas Luminara’s neutral shade highlighted the fair radiance of her limbs, rendering them appear infinitely sleek, desirable. Their heels remained in place—those acute tips pressing into the rug, a symbol of their authority beyond these walls, but within, they served as my toys.

Positioning myself on my knees in front of them, my visage aligned with their torsos, I began with Eira. My palms glided along her thighs, digits following the edge of her stockings, detecting the heat emanating from her center. "Let’s uncover what you’ve concealed for me," I breathed, my exhalation warm against her blouse as I undid it gradually, fastening by fastening, disclosing the intricate ebony bra below—simple, yet the manner it cradled her modest breasts rendered them appear lively, tempting.

I parted the blouse fully, baring her shadowed skin, sleek and rosy, and drew near, my tongue extending to outline the rise of one breast. Circling the contour repeatedly, deliberate and taunting, 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 bra—draw, twirl, draw. The material dampened from my efforts, her tip stiffening like a stone, and I nipped softly, drawing with my teeth.

She curved upward, thrusting her torso at me, her ample rear adjusting on the bedding, rubbing faintly against the surface for relief. I moved to the opposite breast, echoing the pattern—lick, encircle, nip—coaxing forth quiet groans that echoed through the space, "Mmh~ More... please..."

Yet I refused to hasten. My palms explored her frame, one ascending her spine to release the bra, allowing it to slip off, 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 orbiting the peak—circle, squeeze, circle. Her form shook, her thighs 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 thigh, 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 with a nod, gnawing her lip, her rivalrous spark flaring as Eira’s cries intensified.

I eased Eira onto the bed, her chocolate locks spreading out, and followed my kisses along her belly—deliberate, moist strokes over her core muscles, sampling every bit, probing her belly button with my tongue, orbiting it idly. Her hips 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 contours. I rubbed my face against them, breathing in profoundly—damn, she carried the aroma of vice, damp and prepared.

My tongue outlined her crease via the material, ascending and descending, ascending and descending, sensing her clit pulse beneath the force. She whimpered, "Nngh~ Master... tease me more..." Her penchant for torment surfaced, relishing the withholding, and I curved my digits into the undergarments, shifting them apart—not removing, preserving that filthy hint—but revealing her shadowed, shining core, bare and sleek, folds swollen and welcoming.

"Look at 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 thighs broader, her stockings stretched, heels set on the bed, and plunged forward.

My tongue pressed broad against her opening, stroking gradually—rising to her clit, orbit it once, twice, then descending again. Encircling her contours, savoring her essence, briny-sweet, covering my lips. She twisted, her ample rear rising from the bed, urging into my mouth, but I held her hips firm, dictating the rhythm.

Digits entered next—one gliding into her snug warmth, bending to graze that point, while my thumb orbited her clit—push, stroke, push. "You’re so snug, Eira... virgin core just for me." She tightened around me, crying out more strongly,

"Yes~ Only yours... Ahn~!" I introduced a second digit, plunging deliberate initially, then swifter, parting her while my tongue assaulted her clit in unyielding orbits—circle after circle, escalating that ongoing strain. Her frame stiffened, breaths arriving in gasps, her ears jerking erratically as the peak mounted.

Luminara failed to remain composed; she inclined forward, her palm grazing Eira’s mound, squeezing the peak in unity—or envy?—but I swatted it aside gently. "Wait your turn, whore. Watch her gush for me." The belittlement caused Luminara to mewl, her thighs squeezing together, but she followed orders, eyes expansive 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 features.

"Good girl," I commended, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, sampling the traces there. But I had more in store; the rivalry was merely beginning. I faced Luminara, her ebony-and-silver tresses disheveled, ebony eyes beseeching. "Your turn, my slender little slut. Let’s see if you can surpass her."

I drew her nearer, echoing the ceremony but with alterations to fuel their contest. Her silver blouse parted more gradually, my digits pausing on each fastening, disclosing a silver lace bra that scarcely held her ample mounds—plump, weighty, overflowing the holders.

I immersed my face amid them, drawing in her aroma—pure, blooming, blended with excitement—my tongue mapping the cleft, then orbiting one peak through the lace—twirl, snap, twirl. She bowed, "Mmm~ Austin... yes..." Her fingers wove into my locks, tugging me nearer, her rivalrous trait evident as she peeked at Eira, who regarded with heavy-lidded gaze.

I liberated her mounds, the bra dropping off, and savored the moment—drawing one peak firmly, teeth scraping, while squeezing the other—rotate, tug, rotate. Her mounds formed ideal grips, yielding yet solid, jiggling with each respiration.

Along her slim belly, kisses progressing, sampling the tender skin, venturing lower to her silver skirt. Raised up, undergarments bared—silver lace, drenched completely. I nestled her rise, tongue flattening against the material, rubbing in deliberate orbits—circle, ascend, circle—prompting her hips to thrust urgently.

"Patience, bitch," I breathed, shifting the undergarments aside to bare her fair core, folds rosy and glossy, clit emerging. My tongue probed within, sampling her—mellower than Eira, with a zest that stirred my arousal.

Extended, gradual strokes from opening to clit, then concentrating on her contours—stroke left, stroke right, reiterate. She groaned, "Ahn~ Deeper... please..." Digits entered—one, then two—plunging in sync with my tongue’s orbits on her clit—bend, lick, bend. Her stockings slid smoothly under my palms as I widened her further, heels pressing into the bed for support.

She gripped tighter, her untouched barriers fluttering, and I constructed her gradually, incorporating a third digit to expand her, thumb stroking her clit in solid pushes—push, ease, push. "You’re leaking like a whore, Luminara... vying to climax stronger?"

She affirmed wildly, eyeing Eira, who grinned faintly. The strain crested, her frame winding, and with a concluding firm draw on her clit—draw, nip, draw—she erupted. "Nngh~ Master! Squirt~!" Warm floods drenched my visage, her core gripping fiercely, fluids surging in pulses.

I consumed her essence, cleaning with soft strokes—around her opening, along her thighs—until she sagged, gasping. Both females reclined there, exhausted yet gazes still avid, their forms shining, stockings preserved, heels secured, skirts disarrayed. I rose, my arousal throbbing, but this marked only the onset. "Round one to both of you," I stated, grinning. "But now... show me how you satisfy your master."