Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 133: Marathon III

Chapter 133: Marathon III

Elion’s fingers dug deeper into the plush flesh of Ophelia’s ass cheek, kneading it roughly as she ground her soaked pussy against his hip, her juices smearing across his skin.

Esmeralda mirrored her on the other side, her smaller but equally firm ass filling his palm as he squeezed, pulling her closer until her full breasts pressed flat against his ribs.

“How did you even find me in such a big place?” he murmured, his voice thick with lingering arousal, cock twitching between their bodies as it brushed against their thighs.

Ophelia chuckled low and throaty, the sound vibrating through her chest into his as she nuzzled his neck, her tongue darting out to lick a slow trail up to his ear. “We all felt it, Elion—a subtle connection pulling us toward this land.”

She shifted, her hand sliding down to stroke his hardening shaft lazily, fingers wrapping around the base and pumping once, twice, before continuing.

“Once we got close enough, we could sense you more sharply, like a beacon in the dark. Didn’t take long to zero in on you.”

Esmeralda whimpered softly as his thumb circled the tight ring of her asshole, pressing just enough to make her buck against him.

She leaned in, her lips brushing his shoulder as she added, “But when we realized you were holed up in that academy, we hung back for a few days, waiting for you to appear.” Her words came breathy, interrupted by a gasp when he slapped her ass lightly, the smack echoing in the room.

Ophelia grinned against his skin, her massive tits heaving with each grind of her hips, nipples scraping his side. “Days turned into weeks, though. We got impatient—and then we ended up buyingthis house on a whim, figuring you had commitments tying you down. Better to wait it out comfortably.”

She captured his mouth in a quick, hungry kiss, her tongue plunging deep before pulling back, her hand tightening on his cock, stroking faster now.

Elion groaned into the kiss, his free hand roaming up Esmeralda’s back to tangle in her hair, yanking her head back gently to expose her throat.

He nipped at it, drawing a moan as she explained further, her voice husky. “Then, when we felt your presence hit the city, we were excited. We started tailing you, keeping our distance.”

Ophelia’s chuckle returned, darker this time, as she rolled her hips harder, her clit rubbing insistently against his thigh. “We had to be sure, master. That you were the new monarch the goddess promised, not just some lone incubus wandering about.”

She licked her lips, eyes gleaming with remembered mischief. “That’s why we ran that little test—pushing you, seeing if you’d claim us like only our true king could.”

Esmeralda nodded, her body trembling under his touch, pussy clenching visibly as she humped his leg, both women pressing closer, their heat enveloping him completely.

It wasn’t long before the trio was getting ready for another round of pounding.

Elion’s lips curved into a wry smile as Ophelia and Esmeralda knelt between his spread thighs, their tongues lapping at his spent cock with devoted care.

Fresh from their latest round of relentless pounding, he had assumed the marathon was over—nearly twenty-four hours of nonstop thrusting, their pussies clenching around him in wave after wave of orgasms.

But these succubi were insatiable vixens, their demonic hunger far from quenched.

As Ophelia’s mouth engulfed the head of his dick, sucking off the mingled cum and juices with wet slurps, and Esmeralda’s fingers gently wiped the shaft clean with a soft cloth, Elion felt a fresh surge of arousal stirring despite his exhaustion.

The system’s notifications finally flooded his mind like a torrent, pulling him from the haze of pleasure.

Quest complete!

You have leveled up.

You have leveled up.

You have leveled up.

You have leveled up.

Acquired poison immunity!

System Points: 54,000.

He blinked, the numbers blurring as more poured in, his body thrumming with newfound power.

His stats were climbing, and—he was drowning in points now, an unbelievable advancement surged through his veins like liquid fire.

It was a relief to know that he didn’t need to accumulate thousands of points just to advance. As long as he got a decent amount of missions, he could get stronger as well.

But he tuned it out for now, focusing instead on the heat of their bodies pressed close, the way Ophelia’s massive breasts swayed as she licked a final bead of cum from his tip.

Esmeralda rose first, her petite frame glistening with sweat, full tits bouncing slightly as she gripped his stiffening cock in her small hand.

The length throbbed under her touch, already hardening to its impressive twelve inches from their earlier exertions.

She straddled his hips, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him, her soaked pussy hovering just above the swollen head. With a teasing grin, she stroked her hips back and forth, letting her slick folds glide along his shaft without taking him in, coating him in her arousal.

The friction sent sparks up Elion’s spine, his hands instinctively grabbing her thick ass cheeks, spreading them wide to watch her tease.

“Not done yet, master,” Esmeralda purred, her voice husky from hours of moaning. She raised her waist slightly, aligning his cock with her entrance, then descended slowly, inch by inch, her tight walls stretching around him.

A long, drawn-out moan escaped her lips—”Ohhhhh!”—as she bottomed out, his tip pressing deep against her cervix.

Her pussy clenched rhythmically, milking him as she adjusted, juices dripping down his balls.

She started riding him like a seasoned whore, hips snapping up and down with expert precision.

Each descent slammed her ass against his thighs, the wet slap of flesh echoing through the room, her full breasts jiggling wildly.

Elion groaned, thrusting up to meet her, his cock plunging deeper into her gripping heat. She shifted to sideways grinds, rolling her hips in tight circles that made her clit rub against his pubic bone, her moans turning to sharp cries as she chased her peak.

“Fuck, yes—deeper, Elion!” Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling between her tits as she bounced faster, pussy fluttering around him.