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

"Round one to both of you," I declared with a smirk, standing firm as my cock pulsed rigidly inside my pants, yearning from the view of Eira and Luminara stretched out across the bed, their skirts pulled up high, pussies gleaming wet from those squirting climaxes, stockings still in place and heels pressing into the fabric like firm signs of their yielding.

Brown and black eyes alike glowed with a blend of desire and competition, their lengthy elven ears flickering in eager wait. They belonged to me—loyal, pure up to this point, and eager to vie for each bit of my favor. "But now... demonstrate how you satisfy your master."

The belt came undone at my leisurely pace, prolonging the instant, the leather sliding softly over the cloth as I drew it out. Their stares fixed on my groin, ravenous, and I sensed the heartfelt tug—their devotion to me intertwined with that urgent drive to surpass one another, to be the one drawing out my deepest groans, my strongest release.

Eira moved ahead, her deep-toned skin warming further, her modest chest rising and falling rapidly as she ran her tongue over her lips. Luminara, her ample breasts bared with peaks stiff like gems, edged nearer, her hair laced with silver draping across one side like 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 gem... You begin. Reveal how badly you crave to savor your master."

My zipper slid down as I tugged my pants free along with the underwear, my cock bursting out—robust, ridged, and lengthy, the tip already damp with pre-cum, throbbing in the space like a vow of the coming debauchery. It stood impressive, larger than their untouched dreams might have pictured, the length arching a bit skyward, set to widen, to possess.

Eira’s brown gaze grew wide, a faint whine slipping from her—"Mmm~ Master... It’s so big..."—yet she advanced on all fours over the mattress, her full rear swaying beneath the wrinkled dark skirt, dark stockings brushing softly against the covers.

She settled at the bed’s rim, knees apart, heels angled rearward, her features mere breaths from my cock. My fingers wove into her brown locks, drawing her nearer, sensing the heat of her exhale on my flesh. "Part those lips. Adore it as the faithful aides you both are."

Compliance came swift, her soft mouth opening, tongue extending to trace the crown hesitantly first—lick, circle, lick—sampling the briny pre-cum, her gaze meeting mine with profound feeling, affection gleaming amid the hunger.

"Ahn~ It tastes... so good," she breathed out, her words airy, before drawing the head between her lips, drawing lightly, her cheeks caving in as she moved shallowly. Her tongue wound around the edge steadily, deliberate and pulsing, heightening the strain, causing my sack to draw up tight.

"Good girl," I rumbled, my grip firming in her tresses, urging her onward bit by bit. Her mouth felt scorching and slick, wrapping me in silken warmth, her pointed elven teeth brushing just sufficiently to heighten the thrill without hurt. A slight choke rose as I reached her throat’s end—her initial try, naturally—but she persisted, her ample rear tensing as she adapted, moving quicker—rise and fall, draw, let go.

Drool trailed from her mouth, slicking my length, causing it to shimmer, and I rocked softly, using her mouth in gentle drives, sensing her tongue press beneath, tracing the ridges.

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

"Touch yourself if you like, but hold back from climax. Reserve it for your rivalry." She caught her lip between her teeth, dipping her head, her fingers easing beneath her gray skirt to graze her nub softly—circle, circle—echoing Eira’s tempo, her full chest jiggling with each inhale.

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

"Mmh~ Master... cum in my mouth... please," she pleaded with my cock filling her, the plea garbled yet urgent, her ears shivering with thrill. The heartfelt depth struck me—her purity blended with this lewd loyalty, striving to excel for my sake. I clutched her hair tighter, driving further, feeling her throat spasm about me—snug, blazing, drawing.

"You’re such a greedy cocksucker, Eira... taking it all like a good girl~" The belittling words drew a humming moan from her around me—"Nngh~ Yes~"—jolting up my back. I plunged into her mouth with more force, the slick noises echoing—glk, slurp, glk—her drool trickling over my balls, gathering below.

Her full rear shook with every push, her heels rasping the bedding as she steadied herself. The surge built fiercely, unyielding—plunge, draw, plunge—my balls contracting, the tension twisting deep within.

On the last profound thrust, release hit, my roar naming her—"Fuck, Eira!"—warm jets filling her mouth, dense and tangy, burst after burst. She gulped it down hungrily, her throat flexing about me—gulp, gulp—extracting every bit, her eyes tearing yet brimming with joy, affection radiant as she eased away gradually, cleaning her lips with her tongue. "Ahn~ Thank you, Master... it was delicious," she sighed, glowing, her frame quaking from the deed, pleased to have triggered my first peak.

My hand caressed her face softly, the tenderness piercing the lewdness. "Perfect." Yet the contest raged—Luminara’s moment arrived, her dark eyes flaring with resolve.

"Your turn, Luminara. Force me to release stronger than she managed, you silver-haired bitch." I drew her near, her slender form gliding into position, her generous breasts squeezing my legs as she dropped to her knees, heels remaining, gray skirt gathered at her hips.

She regarded my cock—still rigid, glossy from Eira’s efforts—and drew close, her tongue flicking the end—lick, taunt, lick—savoring the traces of my seed blended with Eira’s wetness. "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—down, draw, up—her hands encircling the root, pumping the excess she couldn’t contain, rotating softly—rotate, stroke, rotate. Her ample chest swayed with the action, peaks brushing my flesh, layering on more thrill.

A groan escaped me, "That’s it... show Eira how a real slutty secretary sucks cock." The phrase ignited her, her head speeding up, throat loosening to accept further—glk, swallow, glk—drool foaming at her mouth’s edges, trailing onto her breasts, lending them a sheen.

Eira, refusing to linger passive, edged in nearer, her palm extending to toy with my balls—turn, press, turn—assisting her opponent, yet with a grin hinting she led still. Luminara shot her a fierce look through damp eyes, but hummed about me—"Nngh~ Mine..."—resonating my length, her tongue flattening below, stroking in broad sweeps as she nodded. The cadence mesmerized, fostering that crude strain—draw, stroke, draw—my hips rising to greet her, claiming her face with measured strength.

"You’re competing so fiercely, my slim little cumslut... crave my load sliding down your throat?" She bobbed her head wildly, ears jerking, silver tresses swinging as she fully sheathed me now, nose flush to my base, lingering—grip, ease, grip—working me with her throat’s hold. The surge of feeling washed over—her loyalty, woven with untouched purity, driving her to limits to gratify me, to triumph.

Release tore from me in a raw snarl—"Luminara! Fuck!"—ejecting heavy strands into her mouth, fiercer this round, swelling her cheeks till she devoured it avidly—gulp, moan, gulp—her gaze fixed on mine, victorious, as she withdrew, a thread of seed linking her lips to my end. She swept it away with her tongue, grinning slyly. "Ahn~ Sweeter than I dreamed, Master... did I win?"

Laughter rumbled from me, breaths ragged, my fingers combing her hair. "Close, but now... both of you. Vie as a team. Bring your master to release once more." A charged look passed between them—contest igniting—but they united, positioned knee to knee, forms brushing near, stockings grazing one another.

Eira began with my balls, her tongue caressing them deliberately—encircle one, draw, encircle the next—while Luminara claimed the shaft, her mouth covering the head, nodding lightly—draw, whirl, draw. They vied in sync, Eira’s hands gliding the base as Luminara’s cradled my rear, nails pressing faintly—scrape, grip, scrape. "Mmh~ He’s mine to make cum," Eira whispered, nibbling my sack softly, her full rear rubbing Luminara’s leg for spark.

"No... watch this," Luminara shot back, engulfing me to the hilt once more, her generous breasts leaning into Eira’s frame, peaks chafing in unintended allure. The joint attack overwhelmed—Eira’s tongue now merging on the shaft, tracing below as Luminara drew from above—lick in unison, draw together, repeat. Wetness slicked all, trailing in threads, their sighs blending—"Ahn~", "Mmm~"—pulsing through me.

I directed them, palms in their locks, urging them tighter— "Work together.. compete for my cum." They obeyed, Eira claiming a deep plunge while Luminara tended my balls—shift, nod, shift—the beat unceasing, stoking that twisting blaze. Their forms twisted, pussies leaking fresh onto the covers, heels tapping as they adjusted for prime reach.

The rivalry crested—Eira drawing fiercely, Luminara pumping swifter—rotate, drive, rotate—until eruption struck, seed arcing over their features first, then into waiting mouths—burst, gulp, burst. They gathered it sloppily, sharing flavors, tongues twisting with my essence amid them.

Gasping, I lifted them close, lips meeting each in soft yet claiming kisses. "You both win... for now." Yet the evening stretched ahead, their untouched pussies poised for conquest.