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

Eira remained sprawled next to us, her ebony skin shining with perspiration, her ample rear still shuddering from the lingering waves of her climaxes, my seed seeping gradually from her widened folds in dense, milky streams that trailed along her legs to the tangled bedding below.

Her deep brown gaze had rolled upward, submerged in a fog of ecstasy, her elongated elven ears drooping and trembling softly, her modest chest rising and falling with labored gasps.

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

"Mmm~ Master... so full..." The scene was downright obscene, stirring my shaft to pulse even fiercer, already coated in Eira’s wetness, primed to seize the following conquest.

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

Her hair, streaked with silver, flowed down her back like liquid starlight, her flesh-toned stockings clinging to her fair legs, shoes securely in place as she moved, her gray skirt hiked up around her hips, revealing her soaked core, flushed and puffy from her own caresses.

"My turn, Master... I’ll take more than she did," she breathed, her tone thick with rivalry, that faithful desire intertwined with the urge to demonstrate she was the superior lover, the one to draw out my deepest release.

I grinned, seizing her by the hips and drawing her near, sensing the warmth of her form against me—yielding yet firm, her full breasts flattening against my torso, the lace of her cast-off bra lying abandoned nearby.

"Oh, you’ll take it, you silver-haired beauty," I snarled, my words gravelly with ownership, warmth 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 lifted halfway, seed continuing to trickle from her slit, a faint cry slipping out as she agreed with a nod, too exhausted to stir but ignited by the view.

I eased Luminara onto the mattress, her thighs parting naturally, shoes dragging across the fabric, stockings gleaming in the dim glow.

My palms roamed her body initially—deliberate, tantalizing caresses to ignite that burning need, thumbs outlining the curves of her ample breasts, sensing their substantial heft, the light skin blooming rose under my fingers.

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

I bent forward, sampling her with my tongue flicking a nipple gently at the start lap, swirl, lap 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 meeting mine, heartfelt affection gleaming in the request, her untouched form curving upward to present herself further. I complied, drawing the nipple fully between my lips, pulling strongly suck, twirl, suck teeth brushing the tender peak, nipping until she inhaled sharply, her slim hips jerking against my leg.

My free hand toyed with the other mound, thumb circling the tip in steady loops around, tweak, around heightening that steady strain, causing her generous breasts to quiver a bit with every inhale.

She tasted heavenly, even sweeter than Eira, her skin reminiscent of smooth cream with a touch of bloom from her chosen cream, the taste unfolding on my tongue as I moved to the opposite side—nibble, stroke, nibble eliciting cries that echoed through the space, "Mmh~ Yes... more..."

Eira observed from beside, her fingers drifting idly downward to her seed-stuffed entrance, digits probing the chaos plunge, twirl, plunge her gaze heavy-lidded, a challenging glint sparking as she murmured,

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

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

I trailed kisses along her toned belly—gradual, damp paths over her defined muscles, savoring the sleek, fair surface—lick the belly button, encircle it with my tongue—loop, probe, loop—sensing her abs tighten beneath.

Her aroma grew more intense—earthy, carrying a fresher, citrus-like edge unlike Eira’s richer earthiness, her excitement pooling on the fabric.

My palms moved to her legs, thumbs kneading the tender area above her stockings, parting her fully, her shoes rising a touch as she steadied herself.

"Look at this pretty pink cunt... already soaking for my cock," I rasped, my exhale warm on her petals, before plunging in to sample flatten tongue against her opening, licking deliberately toward her nub, orbit it twice, return lower.

She jolted, "Nngh~ Master... taste me deeper," her words fracturing, fists clenching the covers. I relished her nectar sharp-sweet, glazing my mouth, my tongue probing within plunge, bend, plunge mimicking penetration as my thumb massaged her clit push, circle, push.

She felt snugger in this spot as well, her inner muscles quivering, the essence bursting across my taste buds fresh, zesty, compelling, drawing a rumble from me into her core. Digits followed, two easing inside, expanding her pure warmth spread, bend, spread striking the place that arched her back, full breasts shaking with the shift.

Yet I craved further I withdrew, my length throbbing, glistening 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 depths expand around my thickness, searing and unyielding, snugger than Eira’s, clasping me as if crafted for it.

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

I reached full depth, circling firmly, her sensitive spot rubbing my base

circle, pause, circle establishing that lewd cadence. My palms wandered, gripping her full breasts tightly press, twist peaks, press rotating the sensitive points until she yelped.

"Yes~ Hurt me more!"

Her penchant for pain surfaced, relishing the blend of ache and delight. I hammered quicker plunge, strike, plunge my pelvis crashing against hers, the slick noises lewd squelch, clap, squelch her fluids drenching my sack, trailing downward.

Eira, regaining a bit, extended her arm, her palm gliding along Luminara’s leg digits toying at the stocking’s border stroke, tease, stroke heightening the agony, but I brushed it aside gently.

"Just watch, cum-filled slut... see her take what you did." Eira mewled, toying with her dripping slit once more plunge, sigh, plunge stare locked on the scene.

I turned Luminara to her side, one limb draped over my arm, her shoe swaying by my face, stocking grazing my skin as I plunged further angle reaching fresh areas, her depths pulsing fiercely grip, quiver, grip.

"This pussy... milking me like a desperate slut," I moaned, smacking her rear snap, wobble, snap fair flesh reddening, her generous breasts swaying with every strike. I sampled her once more, bending to draw a nipple—pull strong, nip, pull taste erupting afresh, now more damp, brinier, blended with her excitement’s aroma saturating the room.

"Ahn~ Master! Deeper... ruin me~!" she cried, her dark-and-silver locks flailing as she writhed, profound loyalty spilling forth, vying to outdo in volume and grip. I answered, slamming without mercy plunge full, withdraw languid, plunge the frame rattling, her shoes raking my spine for support.

My palm located her nub stroke rapid loops around, push, around as the other clutched her rear, digits pressing deep, thumb circling her rear entrance loop, press, loop inserting just the edge, introducing that taboo breach.

She broke apart initially.

"Nngh~ Cumming! Squirt for you~!"

Her core contracting, depths seizing my shaft clamp tight, ease, clamp fluids erupting in warm bursts, drenching my hips, the bedding, merging with Eira’s prior spill. I thrust onward plunge, circle, plunge extending her bliss, her cries shifting to whimpers.

"More~ Fill my womb!"

The vision of her light form twisting, ample chest surging, core spraying drove me near release. I flipped her supine again, limbs encircling me, shoes pressing my rear, compelling me onward.

"Take my cum, you breeding whore... deeper than her!" My grasp secured her arms overhead, breasts jiggling madly as I pounded savage plunges, filling completely each time—clap, occupy, clap. I claimed her mouth in a fierce kiss, tongue plunging twirl profound, draw, twirl savoring her cries, her nectar.

The tension broke.

"Fuck, Luminara!" I sank fully, erupting powerfully—scalding, dense jets inundating her depths, throb following throb, stuffing her till it spilled, seeping past my length. She peaked alongside.

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

depths drawing out each bit, spraying once more, our essences blending in a rich, messy pool.

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

"Good girl... my perfect slut." Eira observed, seed still flowing from her, gaze ravenous. "Now... both of you together."