Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 140: Hungry Succubi II

Chapter 140: Hungry Succubi II

Esme’s pussy stretched around Elion’s dick until her belly bulged slightly from the depth.

“Ahhhhhh!” She screamed, her back arching off the table, her ass grinding into a pile of mashed potatoes that squished between her cheeks.

“Oh gods, yes! So deep—it’s hitting my womb!” she cried out, her legs wrapping around him. Juices squirted out around his pounding cock, mixing with the food debris, turning the surface into a slippery mess of cream and gravy.

He fucked her hard, his hips snapping forward, and his balls slapping her ass with each plunge, the table shaking as silverware rattled. “Take it all, you little demon whore,” Elion snarled, gripping her thighs bruisingly.

Ophelia straddled Esme’s face, lowering her dripping pussy onto the younger succubus’s mouth. “Lick me clean, Esme—suck my clit while he breeds you,” Ophelia ordered, grinding down.

Esme licked eagerly, tongue delving into the folds, sucking on Ophelia’s swollen clit while Elion’s thrusts rocked her body.

“Fuck, her tongue feels amazing,” Ophelia gasped, tits bouncing wildly, one hand reaching back to fondle Elion’s swinging balls, squeezing them as if to coax out his load. “Pump her full, Elion—make her belly swell with your cum.”

Elion leaned over, capturing Ophelia’s nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while biting the peak, making her moan into the air. “You like watching me destroy her pussy?” he asked, voice muffled against her skin.

His free hand slapped Esme’s thigh, then dipped to rub her clit in rough circles, her pussy clenching tighter, milking him. “Gonna fill this cunt,” he grunted, pace relentless, the obscene sounds of wet flesh smacking filling the room. “Scream for me, Esme—tell me how much you need my load.”

“Yes, fill me! Breed me like the champion you are!” Esme wailed from beneath Ophelia, her words vibrating against the older woman’s folds.

She came first, her orgasm crashing as she bucked under him, pussy spasming and squirting a gush that soaked his cock and puddled with the spilled wine and sauces on the table.

She cried out into Ophelia’s pussy, the vibrations sending the older succubus over the edge—Ophelia shuddered, grinding harder as she came, her juices flooding Esme’s mouth, dripping down her chin to mix with the food smears. “I’m cumming—drink it all, Esme!” Ophelia howled, her body quaking.

Elion didn’t stop, pulling out of Esme’s quivering hole with a wet schlick, his cock glistening with her cream. “Your pussy next, Ophelia—beg for it,” he demanded, eyes dark with hunger.

He flipped Ophelia onto her back beside Esme, her legs splaying wide amid the chaos—bread crumbs sticking to her ass, a fork tumbling away. “Please, Elion, shove it in—fuck my tight hole until I break!” she pleaded, spreading herself open.

He drove into her pussy, even tighter and deeper, the angle letting him hit her cervix with every brutal thrust. Ophelia’s massive tits jiggled violently, slapping against her chest as she clawed at the table, nails gouging the wood.

“Harder, champion!” she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper. “Pound me—make me yours forever!” Esme recovered enough to kneel behind him, her tongue licking his ass cheeks, then probing lower to rim his hole while her hands spread him open.

“Tastes so good back here,” Esme murmured between licks. “Keep fucking her—I want to feel you tense when you cum.” The sensation made Elion growl, his thrusts turning savage, pounding Ophelia’s pussy until it frothed with their mixed fluids, splattering onto the ruined table below.

“You demons are going to drain me dry,” he laughed roughly, sweat beading on his brow. The table was a disaster now—juices pooling in the dips, food mashed into sticky paste under their writhing bodies, wine staining the edges red like blood.

Elion switched again, pulling Ophelia up to bend her over the table’s end, her tits flattening against the wood as he re-entered from behind, fucking her ass this time.

No lube needed; her demonic body welcomed it, the tight ring stretching around his thickness as he buried deep, balls-deep in her bowels. “Oh fuck, your ass is gripping me so tight!” he groaned. “Take every inch—milk my cock with that hot hole.”

“That’s it, ream my ass!” Ophelia begged, pushing back against him. Esme climbed under Ophelia, lying on her back to suck on the older woman’s clit while Elion railed her ass, the dual assault making Ophelia wail, body trembling.

“Suck harder, Esme—make me squirt all over you!” Elion’s hand fisted Esme’s hair, forcing her tongue to lap at his shaft where it pistoned in and out, tasting the musky mix. “Lick us both, slut—clean up this mess with your mouth,” he ordered.

Sweat poured off them, mingling with the mess, the air heavy with the scent of sex and roasted meat.

Ophelia came again, her ass clenching rhythmically around him, pushing him closer. “I’m exploding—don’t stop!” she screamed.

He withdrew, spinning Esme around to face him and shoving her onto all fours. “Your turn to get railed again, Esme,” he said, mounting her from behind and alternating—thrusting into her pussy, then pulling out to slam into Ophelia’s waiting mouth, letting her taste Esme’s essence.

“Suck her off my cock,” Elion instructed Ophelia. The succubi kissed sloppily over the table, tongues tangling with shared fluids, while Elion fucked whichever hole was free. “Taste how wet she is for you,” Esme moaned into the kiss. “We’re both your breeding whores.”

Finally, the pressure became unbearable. Elion grabbed Ophelia’s hips, flipping her onto her back once more, and plunged into her pussy, fucking with all his strength.

“Gonna flood you now,” he warned, grunting with each slam. Esme straddled Ophelia’s face again, grinding her ass down for a rimming. “Lick my ass while he breeds you,” Esme commanded Ophelia. “Cum inside her,” Esme urged Elion, “breed us both—save our race with your seed!”

He roared, his cock swelling as he erupted, hot ropes of cum flooding Ophelia’s depths, overflowing to leak out and mix with the table’s slop. “Take it all—feel me painting your womb!” he bellowed.

She milked him dry, her pussy fluttering in her third orgasm, squirting around his shaft. “Yes, fill me up—I’m yours!” Ophelia cried.

Pulling out, he aimed the last spurts at Esme’s open mouth, watching her swallow greedily before he shoved back into her pussy for seconds, pumping until she too overflowed, cum and juices drenching the forgotten feast. “Now you—swallow every drop,” he growled at Esme as she gulped it down.

They collapsed in a heap on the wrecked table, their bodies slick and spent, the dining hall reeking of their debauchery—plates shattered, food ruined, every surface coated in the evidence of their frantic rutting.