Harem System In A fantasy World

"Well," Elion muttered as he closed the door behind him, "that escalated quickly." They had ended up finding a room to rent at a decent inn, and now, here they were.

The interior was small and packed, but it was neat and well-kept.

Tessa stood off to the side, fidgeting with a lock of her red hair while her face burned with a deep blush. She looked as though she wanted to stand firm, turn around, run away, and punch something all at the same time.

This was clearly new territory for her, and honestly, she had every right to be nervous.

Elion, on the other hand, was very much looking forward to what was coming next. Between his usual pervy self and the new Dragon bloodline that seemed to come with boundless lust, he constantly felt like he was about to pop a blood vessel in his nether regions.

Even so, he forced himself to remain calm. This was Tessa, and he didn’t want to overwhelm her, unless she asked of course. He walked toward her slowly and stopped in front of her, looking down at her from above.

Tessa swallowed.

Elion reached out and gently brushed a few strands of hair away from her face, tucking them behind her ear. His fingers stayed there for a moment before moving down to her cheek, tracing softly along her bronzed skin until they reached her chin.

He lifted her face toward him.

Her tanned skin, long red hair, flushed lips, and red eyes made for an unusual combination, but everything about her felt unique, exotic, and undoubtedly beautiful.

There were not many people he had seen with that particular tone to their skin, and on Tessa, it only made her stand out even more.

Elion’s thumb rose and brushed lightly over her lower lip.

Tessa’s breath hitched.

"Aren’t you going to say anything?" Elion asked with a teasing smile.

Tessa had been looking away, but at those words, she finally forced herself to meet his gaze, "I-I asked to see something," she stammered, "and you still have not shown it to me."

"Hehe..." Elion blinked and chuckled softly.

That rebellious response was cute. Even more so because it was painfully clear that she was trying to appear bold when she had absolutely no idea what to do.

"Very well."

Elion let go of her chin and walked toward the bed. He sat down at the edge and looked back at her, "Come here."

Tessa’s body stiffened. She didn’t move for a moment, and then, slowly, she stepped forward and walked toward him. When she finally stood in front of him, Elion reached out and took one of her hands.

Her fingers were warm and a little tense, and the insides of her hands had a rough texture from intensive training. He rubbed his thumb gently over the back of her hand.

"You are nervous," he said.

Tessa looked away, "O-Obviously."

Elion smiled, "I know you are curious, but we do not have to do anything you are not ready for."

Tessa’s gaze flickered back to him, and that kind smile on his face made her heart quicken. She stared at him deeply, and she could see that he meant every word that he had said.

She looked down at their joined hands, "I am just..." She paused, and her blush deepened, "I do not know what I am doing."

Elion chuckled, "That makes two of us."

Tessa gave him a flat look, "Elion."

"What? I have never been with you before."

"That is not what I meant."

"I know." His smile became warmer. Tessa sighed, but some of her embarrassment faded into a strange, fragile calm.

Elion gently pulled her closer.

Tessa stepped between his knees, her breath catching when his hands settled lightly at her waist. His touch was careful, almost testing, giving her every chance to pull away, but she did not even consider it.

Instead, she placed her hands against his shoulders. Her fingers curled slightly into the fabric of his shirt. Elion looked up at her, and Tessa looked down at him. Elion leaned forward first, and Tessa met him halfway.

Their lips touched softly.

At first, the kiss was clumsy.

Tessa was tense, uncertain, and far too aware of every little movement. But Elion was patient. He guided her slowly, letting her find the rhythm instead of forcing it on her.

After a while, her grip on his shoulders grew weak and tightened again for an entirely different reason.

From there, the kiss was like a fierce battle.

Elion pulled Tessa closer, his hands moved from her waist to her legs, lifting her up by her thighs and resting her into his lap, their mouths crashing together in a deep, sensual kiss. Their tongues battled fiercely, twisting and sliding against each other with wet, hungry strokes.

Smack!

Tessa’s aggressive eagerness came as a surprise to Elion, as much as he was exploring the cavern of her warm mouth, she was doing much the same as well; she copied his motions, and suddenly, a clumsy, amateur kisser was not so bad.

Saliva mixed freely as they explored, the exchange growing wet and messy with each passing second. Lips smacked audibly, parting only to press back harder, while wet slurps echoed from the battling tongues and pooling spit.

The kiss turned sloppy, strings of saliva stretching between them as they both sucked and savoured the taste of the other.

"Ahhhhh...."

When they finally separated, Tessa’s face was flushed bright red, but her eyes were clearer than before. A thin line of saliva still connected their tongues, and a line of drool ran down their chins.

They both gazed into each other’s eyes without saying a word for a long while. Elion smiled, "Come on, pull my pants down for me."

"Un," Tessa nodded. She dismounted from his lap and got onto her knees between Elion’s legs, gulping audibly. She brought her hands forward.

’Come on, you can do this!’ She tried firing herself up as she usually did when faced with an insurmountable foe. However, the sight of a massive bulge imprinted on Elion’s groin made her stop. Surely, it couldn’t be that big, right?

"Is that..." She froze.

Elion interrupted her, "I don’t mean to rush you, but I’ve been suffering quietly for a while now; the little guy is begging to be freed from those confines," he teased.

In truth, he had been skillfully hiding this boner since before they even came to this inn. Just the thought of Tessa stripping for him and servicing him had made him this rock hard; it was that easy for him to get unbearably horny now.

’Damned Dragon bloodline!’ Elion wasn’t very proud of having so little control over his own dick; now it felt like the pecker had a mind of its own. If it so much as sniffed the possibility of some action, it would spring to action in record time.

Tessa took a deep breath and focused. Very slowly, she held onto the elastic band of Elion’s pants and hooked her fingers into it, immediately feeling the warmth of his bare skin underneath. Her breathing quickened.

Tessa grimaced, closed one eye, and pulled the pants and underwear down in one go, stopping at his knees.