Harem System In A fantasy World

Elion’s thick, veiny member greeted Tessa with an energetic, springy bob that made her body tremble. Whether it was from fear or anticipation, only she knew, but she had frozen stiff.

She didn’t make a move, simply staring at Elion’s dick like she had seen some creature of wonder. Her lips separated as if to say something, but she didn’t say a thing; She was mesmerised by the sight before her.

If Elion didn’t know any better, he would have thought the sight had chased her soul out of her body.

Elion had gotten into the habit of keeping his dick at eight inches; it was a respectable but moderate length, by his standards at least, so he would have liked to think that the sight wasn’t too menacing for her, but perhaps he had overestimated Tessa’s eagerness.

The sight of her face staring up at his dick was quite an endearing one as well, but they had to move on to the next step sooner or later.

"Don’t be scared now Tessa, it won’t bite. You can touch it and play around with it as much as you like." Elion urged. "You are the one who wanted to see it after all, I will have you know, all of my woman have this as their favourite toy, and I don’t believe you are going to be an exception."

She looked up at him and gave him an uncertain smile. Perhaps the reality of the situation had finally dawned on her. This wasn’t the usual spar or training session; technically, it was, since this was most certainly her first time.

But this was a completely different battlefield.

Elion smiled, "Mira is very good at this, and she would jump at me with no hesitation given the opportunity."

Honestly, he didn’t want to have to resort to these tactics to encourage her, but he knew Tessa well, and he also knew about her competitive spirit.

He didn’t know how exactly she perceived Mira, other than friends who came together through him, ’but this should be enough, no?’

Tessa frowned, no offence to Mira, but she didn’t believe that vixen could do anything better than she could, even if it was in her range of specialties. Though they had become good friends in the last few weeks, it still didn’t change the fact that Tessa thought Mira’s personality was a troublesome one.

"Hmmph..." She harrumphed and brought both her hands forward, wrapping them both around the length and girth of Elion’s shaft, just about managing to cover it to the tip.

"!!!" It throbbed in her hands, and it felt impossibly warm, as if some sort of hot liquid was flowing through it. She looked up at Elion with a questioning gaze, "It’s so big, also warm, and strong."

Elion nodded as he fought the urge to groan at the touch of her hands. Her touch was stimulating, and it was taking every ounce of willpower from him not to throw her onto her bed, rip her clothes off, and fuck her to oblivion.

But there was no need to rush into it. Traumatizing the poor warrior girl was the last thing he wanted. "Try pumping it with your hands, but spit on it first to make it easier to move."

Tessa nodded, following his instructions without a word. She gathered every bit of saliva she could muster and spat on the offending shaft.

Hawk tu!

The length greased up nicely under her slick palms, and she began pumping, a small smile creeping onto her lips.

’That wasn’t so hard,’ she thought to herself, feeling very proud of her actions.

The smell of it was rather strong and musky, but oddly enough, it was unexpectedly pleasant, like a strong citrus scent.

She leaned in closer, drawn by an inexplicable curiosity, and found herself sniffing at his cock without understanding why, but she didn’t question it.

Elion focused on her, groaning at the pleasing sensation shooting through his cock. He had no idea why she was sniffing, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.

Then things took a sharp turn. Tessa stuck out her tongue and gave the swollen tip a gentle, tentative lick before jerking back with a grimace, suddenly aware of what she’d done. Her eyes darted up to Elion, half-expecting a reprimand for using her tongue.

But he was just surprised that she had done such a thing without his instruction. However, the lick was barely more than a touch, and that wasn’t nearly enough to sate his raging lust.

"You’re doing great. You have the right idea. Use your tongue like you just did, but don’t pull away immediately. Lick it like you would a piece of sweet treats."

Tessa frowned. She did like sweet things, hardened sweets included, but this was definitely not a treat served on a plate. Still, she nodded and lowered her head eagerly. She dragged her tongue in a long, slow lick around the head before swirling it in a teasing circle.

"Arghh!" Elion groaned, his hips pressing upward. "Yeah, just like that."

Tessa obeyed, resuming her licks with renewed confidence. She dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft, then licked at the sensitive ridge where the head flared out.

Each stroke drew a soft grunt from Elion, "You’re good at this already," he murmured in approval.

He reached down and gave her head a gentle pat, "Now take the tip into your mouth. Add some sucks along with your licks. It’ll feel better for me that way."

"Un..." A flush of pride spread across Tessa’s cheeks. She was doing a great job; she could tell by the way his body reacted, and by the strained, hungry look in his half-closed eyes.

A genuine smile made its way onto her lips, and she felt a surge of eagerness. Without hesitation, she leaned forward, parted her lips, and took the swollen tip of his cock into her mouth.

The taste was salty, but she didn’t grimace this time. Instead, she focused on the texture: the smooth, soft skin sliding past her red lips and into her mouth. She closed her lips around the head, forming a tight seal, and gave an experimental suck.

Slurp!

Elion’s breath hitched. "Fuck, yes, just like that."

Encouraged, she swirled her tongue around the tip while maintaining the suction, and her hands continued to pump the base of his shaft.

Her saliva and pre-cum from leaking from Elion’s tip coated her palm, making each stroke slide easier. Her mouth pleasured the tip, sucking, releasing, and swirling.

Her fingers suddenly brushed against a warm, heavy weight nestled just below the base of his cock, his balls. The sack was stretched tight, slightly drawn up from arousal, and the texture was soft yet firm under her touch.

The discovery sparked an idea in her mind. She pulled her mouth away from the tip with a wet pop, letting his cock stand wet and throbbing in the cool air. Elion let out a frustrated groan at the sudden loss. "Hey, what are you..."

Tessa was already tilting her head, ducking lower, her warm breath brushed against the sensitive skin of his scrotum.

Her nose nuzzled the warm sac, inhaling his strong scent. Without warning, she pressed her lips to the side of one testicle and gave a soft lick.

Elion’s words died in his throat, and a sharp intake of air replaced them.

Tessa’s tongue traced the curve of the first ball, circling it slowly. She switched to the other, lavishing it with the same amount of attention as if she were cleaning a precious gem.

Her mouth opened wider, and she took one testicle gently between her lips, suckling it tenderly. She released it with a soft pop, then moved to its twin, repeating the motion, lick, suck, release, switch.