Chapter 713: Plowing Mira and Tessa *

He positioned himself behind her and pulled her underwear to the side with his finger, finally exposing her delicate flower that was dripping with nectar. The sight of it was simply divine.

The dark tan of her skin ended around her petals, and the pinkish tan of glistening folds began.

Elion didn’t waste a moment; he pushed forward until the broad head of his cock nudged against her entrance.

"Mhmmm..." Tessa hummed as she felt his hot rod touch her most treasured place.

She was tighter than Mira, and Elion could feel that she was a bit nervous. Despite this being her second time, she was clearly not used to this yet.

Instead of plunging in, he rubbed himself slowly up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, teasing her unbearably.

"Relax," he soothed, placing one hand across her lower back and spreading out his fingers. "I’ll take care of you."

When he finally pushed inside, it was with a single, smooth, inexorable stroke that knocked the air out of her lungs.

He filled her completely in one go, a stretch that bordered on pain before melting into a breathtaking fullness. A choked cry tore from Tessa’s throat.

He held himself there, buried balls deep inside, letting her adjust to the incredible sensation of being so overwhelmingly occupied.

"You all right there?"

Tessa nodded frantically, words beyond her. All she could do was push back slightly against him, silently asking for more.

After that memorable first time, she had almost forgotten how good this felt.

Elion obliged.

He set a rhythm that was different from what he had done with Mira. He still went in deep and powerfully, but he added a grinding, circular motion of his hips that rubbed his pelvis perfectly against her clit with every thrust.

It was less about frantic pounding and more about a thorough, devastating exploration. Each inward stroke pressed against something deep inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

"Oh god... Elion..." she moaned, her voice high and thin.

Whatever restraint she would have imagined herself maintaining was quickly forgotten.

She was loud, louder than she’d ever allowed herself to be, crying out with each driving impact.

The sounds of her moans and whimpers echoed in the room alongside the lewd, wet slap of Elion’s groin meeting her perfect ass.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her upright so her back was against his chest. The new angle made him sink even deeper.

His other hand slid around to palm her breast through her bra, pinching her nipple until she arched and cried out.

"You feel incredible," he growled into her hair, his breath coming faster now. "So tight. So perfect. Taking me so well."

His pace began to quicken as the bed rocked steadily.

Tessa quickly became a quivering mess in his arms, hurtling toward her peak with terrifying speed. The dual stimulation, the deep, filling thrusts and the persistent pressure on her clit, was all too much for her.

"I’m... I’m going to..." she babbled, her vision swimming.

"Come," he ordered, his voice guttural. "Come for me, Tessa. Let go."

The command was the final push. Her orgasm erupted, a blinding, convulsing wave that crashed through her with violent intensity.

Her inner muscles clamped down on his cock in rhythmic pulses, milking him desperately as she screamed her release, her body shuddering uncontrollably against him.

Elion swore, his own control snapping. With a few final, brutal thrusts, he buried himself to the root and groaned, his release flooding her warmth in hot, pulsing jets.

He held her tightly through it, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as they rode out the last tremors together.

For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the quiet settling of the bedframe.

Slowly, carefully, Elion pulled out and lowered Tessa gently onto the mattress beside Mira.

He looked at the two women sprawled beside him for a moment, their bodies glistening because of the thin sheen of sweat that had formed on their skin.

A predatory smile touched his lips as he admired his handiwork. Fortunately, or unfortunately for the pair, he wasn’t done, not even close.

"Up," he commanded.

Using his strong hands, he guided Tessa, flipping her around so that she was lying on her back. Then he pulled Tessa up above her, pressing her front flush against Mira’s front, squishing their forms together.

He adjusted them carefully, Mira atop Tessa so their bodies were aligned, their soft curves molding together.

Their faces were close, their breath mingling, and below, presented to him like a perfect offering, were their pussies.

Mira’s was glistening and looked well-used, still gaping and twitching as if asking to be plugged; Tessa’s was fluttering softly and wet with her own fluids plus his milky semen.

He knelt behind them, admiring the view. The contrast was exquisite: Mira’s pale, moonlit skin against Tessa’s sun-kissed tan.

The ripe swell of their asses, one flushed pink, the other a deeper gold. He ran his hands over both, squeezing and kneading, feeling them tremble under his touch.

The sight was even more beautiful because they were still wearing their panties.

He leaned in and took a long sniff. He didn’t kiss or lick. Instead, he brought his hands up, thumbs hooking into their soaked folds, spreading them open.

He slid two fingers into Mira, then two into Tessa, curling them deep.

Schlop... schlick... schlop...

The sound was filthy, wet, and loud in the quiet room. He finger-fucked them slowly at first, then faster, scissoring and curling his fingers, searching for the spots that made them gasp and writhe.

Their bodies jerked in unison, Mira burying her face in the crook of Tessa’s neck, Tessa gripping the sheets with white-knuckled fists.

"Elion... please..." Mira whimpered.

"Please what?" he taunted, increasing the pace. His fingers moved in a relentless rhythm, in and out, the obscene squelching growing louder, more frantic.

He could feel their inner muscles fluttering, tightening around his fingers.

They were climbing the peak together, pushed toward the edge by the shared, overwhelming stimulation. Their breathing hitched in sync, their moans harmonizing into a desperate chorus.

"Now," he growled. "Come for me. Together."

With a final, deep curl of his fingers against their sweetest spots, he sent them tumbling over. Their cries shattered the air: Mira’s a high, broken wail, Tessa’s a choked, shuddering sob.

Their bodies convulsed, their pussies clenching and releasing around his fingers in hot, pulsing waves.

The whole time, he continued to pump their cunts, intensifying their orgasms and drawing out every last spasm until they collapsed against each other, trembling and gasping deeply.