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

A chuckle escaped my lips, 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 shining with that fierce rivalry, shooting a glance at Eira, who shot back a cocky, pleased grin. Their cheeks burned red, streaked with remnants of my seed, lips puffed from their eager service, and damn, it had my dick stirring right back to rigid attention in no time.

These two—my loyal elven pets, untouched maidens yearning to be claimed, vying for every bit of my command, and they craved the submission and power I wielded, another key reason I chose 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 peak, dark stockings stretched tight over her legs, high heels dug in 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 softened her—aware she was treasured amid the humiliation. "You’ve won the first ride. Part those thighs and reveal that untouched slit once more."

A soft whimper escaped her, "Ahn~ Yes, Master... take me," her hazel eyes meeting mine in utter surrender, her pointed ears flicking erratically as she reclined on the bed, spreading her legs broad, her dark skirt bunched at her hips, underwear tossed aside long ago. Her core was mesmerizing—ebony folds, swollen and glistening, her sensitive nub emerging like a desperate gem, fluids still trickling from her earlier explosive release. The aroma struck me—earthy, sugary, heady, stirring my hunger.

Luminara sulked, her full chest rising and falling as she positioned herself next to us on the bed, one hand gliding down her slender form to her bare mound, digits teasing her bud in lazy loops—but I seized her wrist.

"Watch. Stroke yourself if you need to, but hold off on release. Witness how I claim her beyond repair." Her dark gaze sharpened with envy, yet she agreed with a nod, nibbling her lower lip, her hair with silver highlights spilling around her as she angled to catch every lewd moment, her flesh-toned stockings rustling on the fabric as she eased her legs apart, heels pressing for balance.

I mounted the bed, settling between Eira’s legs, my palms exploring her frame at first—deliberate, owning caresses to heighten the mounting need. My hands glided along her stocking-clad limbs, sensing the silky material hug her deep-toned skin, heated and sleek underneath, thumbs digging into her inner thighs, forcing them even further open.

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

"Ahn~ Master... please, inside me," she pleaded, her words airy, charged with feeling—adoration blended with primal urge, her fingers gripping my arms, nails pricking gently. I trailed kisses downward, my tongue following her collarbone, then to her petite mounds—swirling one tip around a peak in unhurried circles—loop, flick, loop—before engulfing it wholly, drawing firmly, teeth brushing the sensitive point.

Her flavor was heavenly—skin lightly brined from excitement, a subtle bloom of her scent remaining, her form quaking beneath me as I moved to the other mound—draw, graze, draw—my palm massaging the untouched one, thumb circling the peak with steady pressure—squeeze, ease, squeeze.

Luminara observed closely, her digits now plunging into her own core—plunge, hook, plunge—echoing my pace, her generous breasts rising with each inhale, dark eyes misty with longing.

"I want in soon~" she whispered, her rivalry cutting through, but I tuned her out momentarily, intent on Eira.

My spare hand ventured along Eira’s flank, following her hip's swell, then to her rounded backside—clenching the soft mass, digits sinking deep, sensing it give way in my hold. "This rear... damn, it’s made for rough taking," I murmured against her mound, raising her pelvis a bit to rub my shaft along her slick entrance—slide, tease, slide—the tip snagging her nub repeatedly. She mewled, "Nngh~ Master... fill me... I’m yours~" Those declarations surged through 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 member nudging her untouched opening—gentle initially, easing forward, her inner walls yielding around me, scorching and constricting like a clamp. "Ease up... accept every bit like the obedient one you are."

She inhaled sharply, "Ahn~ It’s so big... splitting me..." yet her pelvis lifted to meet me, her core pulsing as I advanced further—drive, halt, drive—reaching full depth at last, sheathed completely in her warmth. The feeling was intense—damp, silken, holding me as if reluctant to release.

I began gently, withdrawing nearly all the way, then driving in firmly—plunge, roll, plunge—establishing that steady beat, every entry striking her core, causing her ample rear to ripple against my legs.

My palms worked her form without mercy—one on her backside, clenching, delivering light smacks—tap, massage, tap—watching the skin warm under my touch, while the other wandered her mounds, twisting her peaks sharply—turn, tug, turn—eliciting keen yelps from her.

"You love this, don’t you? Being used like my private plaything while she observes."

"Yes~ Ahn~ Harder, Master... ruin my pussy," Eira groaned, her hazel eyes welling from ecstasy, her pointed ears shaking as I hammered quicker, the frame groaning beneath us. I dipped low, sampling her once more—my tongue washing her throat, then her mounds, drawing a peak between thrusts—draw, plunge, draw—savoring the blend of perspiration and her essence, briny-sweet, captivating. Her core gripped in waves around me—constrict, loosen, constrict—drawing at my shaft, fluids drenching my sack, the lewd clash of flesh resounding in the space.

Luminara’s respiration grew ragged, her digits driving further into herself—three fingers, bending to strike her sweet point—plunge, gasp, plunge—her ample chest surging, peaks tweaked by her other hand. "Ummm....I can do better," she challenged, but her tone cracked into a whine, gaze locked on the spot where my member vanished into Eira’s shadowed lips, parting her broadly.

Abruptly, I turned Eira onto her belly, her full rear elevated, heels remaining, dark stockings accentuating the scene flawlessly. "Rear up, slut... let me drive you even deeper." She obeyed, curving her spine, face pressed into the bedding, her cries muffled—"Mmh~ Yes~"—as I reentered from the rear, my pelvis colliding with her cheeks—smack, drive, smack—the pace fierce now, my sack tapping her nub per entry. My hands clutched her rear globes, parting them, thumbs circling her tight ring—trace, nudge, trace—heightening the rawness, sending her into frenzied bucks.

"Fuck, your ass feels incredible... jiggling on my dick like that," I grunted, smacking firmer—snap, quiver, snap—observing the ebony tone flush under my hand. I curved forward, digits locating her nub—stroke, tweak, stroke—working it in sync with my drives, urging her toward climax.

She savored even more in this pose— I draped over her back, lapping the moisture from her vertebrae—swipe up, down, swipe—tasting the brined path, my other hand weaving into her auburn locks, yanking her head to bare her throat, nipping softly—bite, draw, bite—staking my claim.

"Ahn~ Master! I’m cumming~!" Eira wailed, her core convulsing around me, inner muscles fluttering madly—grip, ease, grip—fluids gushing past my shaft, drenching the fabric, her frame shuddering fiercely. The view, the grip—scalding, slick, unyielding—drew me nearer, but I resisted, thrusting through her peak—drive, grind firm, drive—prolonging it, her cries shifting to ecstatic sobs.

Luminara pleasured herself wildly now—plunge, bend, plunge—her dark eyes expanded, mouth agape in wonder and rivalry. "She’s squirting again... Master, make her take your cum." Her urging ignited me, the rivalry stoking the blaze.

I rolled Eira over again, craving her expression—those hazel eyes brimming with passion and yearning—as I took her completely. Her legs draped across my shoulders, heels swaying, stockings grazing my flesh, I plunged profoundly—hitting base every stroke, rubbing her depths. "You’re mine, Eira... this womb is for my seed." My palms roamed freely—clenching her modest mounds, tweaking peaks—turn, circle, turn—then to her rear, hoisting her for sharper penetration, digits embedding in the yielding mass.

"Yes~ Fill me... breed your slut~ Ahn~!" she sobbed, her core squeezing urgently, her heartfelt loyalty spilling in each sound. The tempo surged—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—twist, draw, twist—detecting my own essence on her breath, mingled with her allure.

Tension mounted, twisting fiercely—her walls drawing me ceaselessly—constrict, quiver, constrict—and with one last savage drive, I sank deep, erupting strongly—"Fuck, Eira! Take it all!"—warm jets surging into her core, throb after dense throb, overflowing her, seed seeping around my base. She broke apart alongside me—"Nngh~ Master! So full~!"—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 softening to care—as she gasped, offering a faint smile, her form spent and content. "I love you, Master... your cum inside me..." Luminara observed, digits still deep in her core, gaze ravenous. "My turn next... I’ll take more."

But for the moment, Eira belonged to me, taken thoroughly, her depths branded. The evening raged onward.