Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 134: Body, Soul, and everything in between

Chapter 134: Body, Soul, and everything in between
Ophelia watched with hooded eyes, her own hand dipping between her legs to finger her dripping cunt, but she didn’t stay idle long.
As Esmeralda’s pace faltered in her building orgasm, Ophelia climbed onto the bed, swinging a leg over Elion’s face. She lowered her voluptuous ass onto his mouth, smothering him with her soaked folds.
“Taste me while you fuck her,” she demanded, grinding down as his tongue delved in, lapping at her clit and thrusting into her hole.
The mother’s thicker curves jiggled with every roll of her hips, her enormous breasts heaving as she rode his face, juices flooding his mouth.
Esmeralda came first, her body seizing as she slammed down one last time, pussy spasming violently around his cock.
She squirted hard, hot liquid gushing over his groin, soaking the sheets as she screamed, nails digging into his chest.
Elion didn’t let up, flipping her onto her back mid-climax and pounding into her missionary style, his hips pistoning relentlessly.
Ophelia dismounted, only to push Esmeralda aside playfully and mount him reverse cowgirl, her massive ass cheeks clapping against him as she bounced, taking his full length with each drop.
The hours blurred into another full day of debauchery. Elion took them in every position imaginable—doggy style with Ophelia bent over the bed’s edge, his hands slapping her jiggling ass red as he railed her from behind, her moans muffled by Esmeralda’s pussy grinding on her face.
Then side by side, the mother and daughter on all fours, Elion alternating thrusts between their clenching holes, fingers rubbing their clits until they squirted in unison.
He had Esmeralda on her back, legs hooked over his shoulders, folding her in half as he drilled deep, her tits bouncing with every brutal slam.
Ophelia joined, straddling her daughter’s face for a sixty-nine while Elion fucked Esmeralda senseless.
They switched endlessly: Elion standing, Ophelia impaled on his cock as he bounced her up and down, her legs wrapped around his waist, while Esmeralda knelt behind, tongue flicking at his balls and her mother’s ass.
Then on the floor, Esmeralda riding him while Ophelia sat on his face, their bodies a tangle of sweat-slicked skin and heaving curves.
Orgasms ripped through them repeatedly—Ophelia’s pussy gushing as Elion pinched her nipples and thrust upward, Esmeralda’s walls clamping down during a sideways fuck, her cries echoing as she came again and again.
Cum filled them over and over; Elion unloaded deep in Ophelia’s womb during a prone bone position, her ass up and face buried in the pillows, then pulled out to paint Esmeralda’s tits white while she fingered herself to another peak.
They sucked him clean between rounds, tongues dueling over his shaft, deepthroating until he erupted down their throats.
The air thickened with the scent of sex, the room a mess of soaked linens and discarded clothes, their bodies marked with bites, handprints, and drying fluids.
By the time the sun rose again, Elion’s muscles burned, his cock was raw but still twitching from the final, frantic session.
Ophelia lay sprawled across his chest, her heavy breasts pressed against him, and her pussy leaking his last load onto his thigh.
Esmeralda curled into his side, one leg draped over his, and her hand idly stroking his softening dick. They had finally stopped—for real this time—their demonic stamina spent after the two-day frenzy.
It seemed Elion had finally met his match; even with his stamina boost, he was till hard pressed trying to outlast two succubi who were currently much stronger than he was.
The last coherent thought he had before exhaustion claimed him was a weary grin: At least I’m rich with points now.
The system chimed faintly in his mind—System Points: 89,450
—but it faded as his eyes drifted shut.
He dozed off, the pair of vixens nestled in his arms, their warm, voluptuous forms a comforting weight against his battered body.
….
Elsewhere…
Far above the mortal world, in a space untouched by time or land, a pair of beautiful, bright pink, amused eyes watched everything unfold.
The woman lazily reclined naked on a lavish bed that hovered serenely in the void of her personal space. The space around her shimmered softly, filled with warm light and drifting petals that vanished before ever touching the ground.
To call her beautiful would not be enough. To even label this woman the pinnacle of beauty fell short; she was a vision that transcended mortal ideals, a living temptation sculpted by the hands of creation itself.
If Elion had stood before her, he would have had no choice but to admit she was the most breathtaking woman he had ever seen, that is, if his mind didn’t explode from the stimulation of seeing such beauty firsthand.
Long, silken white hair cascaded over her body in luxurious waves, draping like a sheer veil that teasingly concealed her most intimate curves while hinting at the treasures beneath.
The strands clung to her damp skin, tracing the swell of her full breasts and the dip of her narrow waist, before spilling over the generous flare of her hips.
The strands shimmered faintly, almost alive, moving gently as if stirred by an invisible breeze.
Her cherry red, full lips parted in a soft smile that promised untold delights, and her eyes were like polished amethysts sparkling with ancient wisdom and playful desire.
Those features held a sinful symmetry, the kind that could ignite wars among the divine, drawing the gods themselves into frenzied pursuit just for a single glance of her.
Her body embodied curvy perfection: creamy white skin glowing with an inner luminescence, smooth and unmarred, stretched taut over voluptuous swells.
Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, heavy and rounded, the nipples pebbled faintly against the cool air.
Her waist cinched elegantly before blooming into wide hips and thick thighs that pressed together, guarding the shadowed valley between.
Every inch radiated an effortless sensuality, her form a symphony of soft flesh and firm allure, designed to ensnare and enthrall.
Her figure was the definition of indulgent perfection—full in all the right places, elegant without effort. Her skin was smooth and pale like fresh cream, glowing faintly under the light of her realm.
She smiled. It was an innocent smile, and playful at the same time.
A low chuckle escaped her lips, the sound like a silky melody that rippled through the space like velvet over bare skin, capable of ensnaring any man’s soul if he were near enough to hear.
Her voice, when she spoke, was smooth as honey.
“They found him so soon.”
She shifted slightly on the bed, propping her chin on her hand as she gazed downward.
Her gaze was fixed on the hazy, illusory projection hovering before her—a vivid mirage of Elion lost in ecstasy with his new playthings, his body glistening with sweat as he claimed them again and again.
“This little gift should at least give him a chance,” she murmured. “The events ahead will not be kind.”
Her fingers idly plucked a segment of grapefruit from a floating platter beside the bed, the fruit’s juicy tartness bursting on her tongue as she popped it into her mouth. She savored the burst of flavor, licking a stray drop from her lower lip with a slow swipe of her tongue.
Her thoughts drifted to frustrations with the cryptic goddess of time and space. “I really should press Astra for something more concrete next time—no more of these elusive hints she doles out like miserly treasures.”
As the vision sharpened, focusing on Elion’s powerful thrusts and the way his muscles flexed under his skin, a soft whimper slipped from her throat as she rubbed her thighs together.
“Mmmmm,” she breathed, the sound laced with longing and heat. Her free hand trailed absently down her stomach, fingers brushing the edge of her white hair where it parted to reveal the smooth plane of her mound.
A subtle shiver ran through her, thighs shifting restlessly as warmth pooled low in her belly. “Hurry up and grow stronger, my champion,” she thought, her eyes darkening with anticipation. “So that you can come claim me too, body, soul, and everything in between.”
The illusory scene faded slightly as she leaned back against silken pillows, her naked form arching in languid repose, the floating bed swaying gently like a cradle in the endless expanse.
The divine space shimmered faintly as her giggles echoed through it—light, melodic, and full of anticipation.


