Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 132: Marathon II

Chapter 132: Marathon II

Esmeralda’s cries echoed Ophelia’s, both women lost in the intensity, their pussies gripping his elongated cock like vices.

He alternated between them, driving in with powerful strokes that made their bodies jolt, the fleshy slaps louder, wetter. “He’s going to knock us up for sure,” Ophelia panted between screams, her ass rippling from the impacts. “That length—it’s claiming our depths!”

Esmeralda nodded frantically, her nails digging into the sheets as another cry tore from her throat. “Yes, fill us—your cock’s too far in now, it can’t miss!’ Elion grinned, pounding harder.

…

Night fell, the lamps flickering to life as exhaustion should’ve set in—but the Elion’s vigor held. They tangled in a heap on the bed again, Elion taking Ophelia doggy while she ate out Esmeralda, who lay spread-eagled.

His thrusts drove Ophelia’s face deeper into her daughter’s pussy, the chain of pleasure unbroken.

Slaps echoed ceaselessly—his against Ophelia’s ass, her lips smacking Esmeralda’s wet folds. “Deeper, Elion—breed us both tonight,” Ophelia urged between licks.

Esmeralda tangled her fingers in her mother’s hair, pulling her closer. “Yeah, but save some cum for me. Don’t waste it all in her worn-out snatch.”

Ophelia lifted her head briefly, chin glistening. “Worn-out? I’ll outlast you, slut—watch me squeeze every drop.” Elion laughed darkly, spanking Ophelia’s ass red before switching, laying Esmeralda on her side and lifting one leg to plow her sideways, Ophelia spooning behind him to fondle his balls.

Through the midnight, positions blurred: Esmeralda on top, riding him while Ophelia sat on his face; Ophelia bent over the bed’s edge, Elion railing her ass for the first time, the tight ring yielding to his girth with sinful touch easing the burn; both women on all fours, him alternating holes, pussies and asses gaping from use.

Flesh hit flesh in unending rhythm—smacks, slaps, the wet churn of cock in cum-lubricated depths. Banter peppered the moans: “Move over, I need him in my ass now!”

“Fuck you, he’s stretching my pussy perfectly—your turn later!”

Morning’s light crept in as Elion finally pinned them both down, one under each arm, fingers buried in their pussies while his cock took turns fucking their mouths.

They sucked greedily, tongues swirling, competing to deepthroat him fully. Ophelia’s throat bulged around his length, gagging wetly, while Esmeralda licked his shaft when it was her turn. “Suck harder—show me who deserves the next load,” he ordered.

The final climax built as he pulled out, stroking himself over their upturned faces. They knelt before him, mouths open, tongues out, begging in unison amid their rivalry.

“Me first!”

“No, fill my mouth!” Ropes of thick cum erupted, painting their faces, dripping into eager mouths and down chins to splatter on heaving breasts.

Exhausted but sated, they collapsed together, their bodies entwined with Elion in the center, the room reeking of their marathon debauchery.

…

Elion leaned back against the headboard, his twelve-inch cock still semi-hard and slick from their earlier frenzy, as Ophelia and Esmeralda knelt between his legs.

Their tongues flicked out eagerly, lapping at the shaft from base to tip, cleaning every trace of their mixed juices.

“So, what about the other four succubi?” he asked, his voice casual but curious, one hand reaching down to cup Ophelia’s heavy breast, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he massaged it firmly.

Ophelia paused mid-lick, her tongue dragging along the underside of his cock before she spoke, her words slightly muffled around the thickening head she sucked into her mouth. “Mmm, we won a bet against them—” She slurped noisily, pulling back with a pop, saliva stringing from her lips to his skin. “—on who would get to seek out our new monarch. Even if we… cheated a little.”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she dove back in, her tongue swirling over the veins.

Esmeralda joined in, her smaller mouth working the base, sucking gently on his balls before licking upward to meet her mother’s tongue. “They didn’t suspect—” Her words garbled as she engulfed the lower half of his shaft, bobbing shallowly, “—a thing.”

Elion chuckled, the sound low and rumbling, his other hand kneading Esmeralda’s full tits, thumbs circling her hard nipples until she moaned against him, the vibration sending a jolt up his length.

“Where are they staying right now, then?” he pressed, watching their heads bob in unison, tongues intertwining over his cock like it was their shared treat.

Ophelia released him with a wet smack, stroking the now-glistening shaft with her hand while she answered. “In the eastern continent. We have allies there— a pair of noble dragons who favor us succubi. You know how lustful dragons are; they might be the only race comparable to use in that respect. So they made their reason for sheltering us obvious.”

She leaned in again, licking a slow stripe from his sack to the tip. “Mostly because of our… pleasure abilities.” Her voice turned husky, muffled once more as she sucked the head, cheeks hollowing.

Esmeralda nodded, her tongue flicking at the slit to catch a bead of precum. “Two of our succubi sisters even ended up in their clutches—” She sucked harder on the side, words vibrating, “—of their own free will, of course, they bound themselves to those scaled beasts.”

Ophelia pulled off, grinning wickedly as she massaged his balls with her tongue. “But now that you’re here, Elion, they’ll abandon their dragon mates without a second thought. We’ll all be your women, ready to be bred.”

Elion’s chuckle deepened, his fingers pinching their nipples lightly, drawing soft gasps from both. “Why not just breed with the other races? Dragons seem potent enough.”

Ophelia lapped at his length one last time, her tongue thorough and insistent. “We’ve tried, master. Succubi have difficulty conceiving from mating with other races—our bodies crave a true champion like you to take root.”

Esmeralda hummed in agreement, sucking the tip clean before they both withdrew, his cock now squeaky clean and twitching under their gaze.

They rose slowly, licking their lips with satisfied smirks, eyes locked on him. Before he could move, they pounced, falling into his embrace from either side.

Ophelia pressed against his left, her massive breasts squishing into his chest, while Esmeralda molded to his right, her curves fitting perfectly.

Together, they crashed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, sandwiching him between their warm, naked bodies.

Elion’s hands slid down instinctively, gripping the globes of their ass cheeks—Ophelia’s thick and plush, overflowing his palm, Esmeralda’s firm yet yielding.

He squeezed hard, pulling them closer, their pussies grinding against his thighs as they nuzzled into his neck.