Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 108: Finally!

Chapter 108: Finally!

Elion’s thrusts grew more savage, his hips snapping forward with unyielding force, each one burying his throbbing cock to the root in Beatrice’s drenched folds.

Her body, pinned against the wall, jolted with every impact, her thick thighs quivering over his shoulders.

The angle allowed him to grind against her swollen clit, sending sparks of overstimulation through her core. Beatrice’s incoherent babble escalated—”Ahh… nngh… f-fuck… more!”—her voice cracked as another climax built, coiling tight in her belly.

Sweat beaded on Elion’s brow, dripping down his chest as he watched her face contort in ecstasy. Her pussy clamped down rhythmically, fluttering around his shaft like it was trying to pull him deeper inside.

He could feel her juices coating his balls, the slick mess trickling down her ass crack with every withdrawal. “That’s it, take it all,” he growled, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks to spread her wider, exposing her fully to his assault.

Beatrice’s eyes fluttered, unfocused, as the pressure mounted unbearably. Her nails dug into his back through his shirt, and her breath came in short, desperate pants. “Elion… I… oh god, I’m—” Her words cut off in a sharp cry, her entire body seizing as the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.

Her walls convulsed wildly, squeezing his cock in vise-like pulses, gushing hot fluid that soaked his groin.

She arched off the wall, her breasts bouncing, and nipples stiff and begging for attention, before her strength gave out completely.

She went limp in his arms, her head lolling to the side, and her mouth slack with a final, breathless moan. Her eyelids drifted shut, body hanging bonelessly, utterly spent from the relentless pleasure.

Elion’s pulse raced at the sight—her vulnerability fueling his own orgasm. He drove in one last time, grinding deep as his balls drew up tight.

“Fuck, yes!” he groaned, the heat surging through him. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his tip, painting her insides once more, filling her until it leaked around his base despite her unconscious clench.

“Haa…haaaa.” Panting, Elion held her there by her ass for a moment longer, savoring the warmth of her body against his, the way her pussy still twitched faintly around him.

Satisfied, he eased out slowly, his cock emerging slick and flaccid, a trail of their combined juices dribbling from her gaping entrance down her inner thighs. Beatrice remained out cold, her chest rising and falling in shallow rhythms, a faint smile on her lips even in slumber.

The more sex he had, it felt like his sex drive only kept growing; it was starting to feel like, as long as he didn’t want his dick to go limp, he could keep it hard for as long as he pleased.

Like now, since Beatrice had passed out, he decided that once he came, that would be it for today, and so his dick turned soft after he slid out of her.

With a gentle shift, Elion scooped Bea up into a princess carry, one arm under her knees and the other cradling her back. Her head rested against his shoulder, and her voluptuous form felt soft and heavy in his grasp.

Cum continued to seep from her pussy, leaving wet spots on his arm and leaking onto the floor as he carried her across the office to one of the beds at the far end.

The room now had a strong, sterile scent in it, and anyone with a decent sense of smell would be able to tell what happened here the moment they entered.

He laid her down tenderly on the crisp white sheets, her legs parting slightly to reveal the creamy white cum.

“What a mess we made.” He chuckled.

Looking around, Elion spotted a box of tissues on the nearby counter. Grabbing a handful, he knelt between her spread thighs, gently parting her pink folds with his fingers.

The sight of her puffy, cum-stuffed pussy made his spent cock twitch, but he focused on cleaning her up. He pressed the soft tissues against her entrance, wiping away the thick globs of semen and her own slick fluids that oozed out.

Methodically, he dabbed and stroked, earning a light moan from the unconscious Beatrice. The tissues slowly soaked up the mess from her sensitive lips and inner thighs until she was mostly dry, then Elion discarded them in a nearby bin.

His gaze lingered on her flushed skin, the rise and fall of her breasts, before he turned to gather her discarded clothes from the floor. Starting with her soaked, slightly transparent lace underwear.

He slid them up her legs, careful not to jostle her too much. The material hugged her curves again, though it was now stained with their juices.

Next came her skirt, which he tugged over her hips, smoothing it down her thick thighs. The blouse followed, buttons fastening snugly over her generous chest, which was marked with bites of his teeth.

He skipped the tights and bra, figuring she’d manage without them. Finally, he pulled a thin white sheet over her body, tucking it around her shoulders to preserve her modesty just in case someone walked in before she woke up.

Hope she wakes up soon, Elion mused with a sly smile, imagining the scandal if someone walked in.

Straightening his own clothes— he zipped his pants, tucked in his shirt— and he gave her one last appreciative glance before slipping out the door, the click of the latch echoing softly behind him.

…

Finally!

Elion was walking toward the combat training class with a light smile on his face, his steps relaxed and unhurried. He was quite pleased with himself, and for good reason.

His system points had climbed to 22,565, an amount that finally put a long-awaited goal within reach.

With this many points, he could purchase the suppression ring and break through without causing any trouble or drawing any unwanted attention to himself. He would even be able to scale up or scale down his strength if he wanted to.

That kind of ability was simply to conveninent! The thought alone lifted his mood even further.