Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 170: A Warrior

Chapter 170: A Warrior

Elion stepped through the gates of his manor with light, unhurried steps.

He had parted from Celeste not long ago. After leaving the restaurant, they shared one more kiss beneath the city lanterns.

After that, she returned to the lingerie shop, and he continued on his own path toward his place.

Now he stood before the large entrance of his manor.

The night was quiet around him.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the key, but before using it, he tested the handle out of habit. It did not budge.

Locked.

He slid the key into the lock and turned it. The heavy door opened with a soft creak.

“Oh…” he muttered quietly to himself. “I hope they’re home.”

He was still semi-hard from earlier. Twice now, he had been left horny and unfinished. His incubus bloodline was not subtle about its needs, and ignoring it only made the sensation sharper.

If Esmeralda and Ophelia were home, that would solve everything easily.

If not…

He sighed lightly.

He might have to head back and find Mira and Aria instead.

Otherwise, he would be left alone with his hardwood. Of course, there was another, less honorable solution.

But he didn’t even give it a thought anymore. The last time he had finished with his own hands was way back when? He couldn’t remember.

No one liked being a “warrior” when there were plenty of women to go around.

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, the manor was quiet as he listened carefully for any signs of life within.

That was when he heard soft footsteps coming down from the staircase leading to the second floor.

“Oh… hubby is here.”

Esme’s playful voice drifted down first.

A second later, both Esmeralda and Ophelia appeared at the foot of the stairs. They must have heard the door open and rushed down immediately. Their expressions made it clear they had been hoping for his arrival.

And they were more than prepared.

Both women wore elegant negligees that left very little to the imagination. The silk clung to their sexy curves, flowing lightly as they descended each step. The dim lighting of the manor only made the scene more striking.

Elion couldn’t help but smile.

They walked toward him slowly, their hips and asses swaying with deliberate intent. Their movements were smooth and confident, their eyes fixed on him as if he were prey.

“Did you miss me?” he asked lightly.

They stepped into his space without hesitation, one on each side of him. He placed his hands around their narrow waists, pulling them close, before lowering to clutch their soft buns and making them whimper.

“You know we did,” Esme replied softly. “The bed’s been so empty.”

Elion leaned in and gave her a deep kiss on the lips. Then he turned and pressed a gentle kiss to Ophelia’s lips as well.

Ophelia’s fingers traced lightly along his chest.

“You smell like someone else’s perfume,” she murmured teasingly.

Esme leaned closer, resting her chin lightly on his shoulder.

“But we won’t complain,” she added.

The manor felt warm, intimate, and quiet around them.

Elion’s earlier restlessness began to fade, replaced by something slower and deeper.

He tightened his hold around their waists slightly.

“I was hoping you’d be home,” he admitted.

Ophelia smiled knowingly.

“Of course we’re home,” she said softly. “Where else would we be?”

Elion chuckled softly.

“Nowhere, of course,” he said.

He looked at the two of them with clear intent in his eyes.

“Come on. Let’s go. I want to fuck you two right away.”

They did not hesitate.

Both Esme and Ophelia nodded eagerly, their expressions bright with anticipation. Without wasting another second, he guided them up the staircase toward the bedroom.

The manor was silent except for the soft sound of their footsteps.

When they reached the room, the door closed behind them with a quiet click.

The mood shifted instantly.

Elion stepped forward and pulled them into his arms.

“You know how horny I am right now?” He asked, “I want you two at your best tonight. Your job today is to ride me, and let me pound you, until my dick is sore.” He grunted.

“YES Champion!” They both said at once as they pulled him toward the bed.

Ophelia pushed him toward it, but he spun her around instead. His hands gripped the ties of her negligee, yanking it free. The silk pooled at her feet, leaving her naked.

Her body was lovely, curves lush, skin flushed with desire. Full tits bounced free, heavy and begging for his mouth.

Her pussy was bare, lips already slick and swollen. He cupped her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks strongly. “So ready for me,” he growled.

Esme shed her own dress quickly, letting it drop. She was slimmer, but no less sinful. Her breasts were pert, and nipples dark and erect.

A trim patch of hair topped her wet little slit. She knelt before him, with her hands on his pants. “Let me taste you first.” The zipper rasped down, and she freed his cock. It sprang out thick and hard, the veins pulsing.

“No time for that today, Esme,” he grunted as he moved to get rid of his own clothes. “Get undressed,” he told Ophelia.

All clothing fell away to the floor, and within moments, the three of them stood bare beneath the warm glow of the bedroom lamps.

Elion scooped Esme up by her waist, her body light in his strong arms. He carried her toward the desk near the window, his erect cock bobbing against her lower back.

She nuzzled into his chest, her breath warm on his skin. The cool glass of the window loomed closer, the afternoon light filtering through.

He set her feet gently back on the ground at the desk’s edge. “Face the window, Esme,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Ass to me.”

“Yes!” she complied immediately, bending slightly at the hips to push her smooth, rounded cheeks toward him.

Her pussy twitched, lips already slick and eager. She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes full of heat, knowing what was coming.

Elion leaned in close, his chest pressing to her back, as she nestled her ass against his groin, the warmth of his skin sending shivers through her.

His cock slid between her thighs, brushing her wet folds. He grabbed her right leg, lifting it high and lifting it over the desk’s edge. Now her pussy spread open, pink and dripping, fully exposed from this angle.

Wrapping his large hand around the base of his throbbing dick, he lined up the swollen head precisely with her eager entrance, teasing those sensitive pink folds by sliding the tip up and down through her abundant juices and coating his dick, drawing out a soft whimper from her parted lips as her body trembled with pleasure, while wiggling her hips for more.

“Are you ready, Esme?” he asked, his breath hot as he blew into her ear.

“Yes, lord husband,” she replied, voice eager and breathy. She pushed her ass back hard, trying to take him in. “Please breed this lowly sow!”

Elion smiled widely, his hand coming down sharply on her ass cheek, making it ripple nicely from the contact. The smack echoed, her skin turning a light shade of pink with the shape of his hand.

“Mmmmmm!” She whimpered from the sting, but as he thrust forward in one powerful shove, burying his cock balls deep, the sound turned into a full moan.

He filled her completely, stretching her pussy from the lovely, soft outer lips right to the entrance of her womb.

“Ohhhh! Yesss!” Esme cried out, her body shuddering as he bottomed out inside her.

Elion held Esme’s hips tight and pushed his hard cock into her wet pussy. He thrust in and out fast, making her moan loudly.

“Yes, fuck me harder,” Esme screamed, her voice shaking.

Ophelia knelt down and crawled under the table. She saw Elion’s balls swinging as he fucked Esme. Ophelia reached up and grabbed them, squeezing gently.

“Good girl,” Elion grunted, not slowing down.

Ophelia leaned in and licked his balls. She sucked one into her mouth, then the other. Her tongue moved over the skin, and she hummed, making him feel it deep.

“Oh fuck, that’s it,” Elion said, thrusting deeper into Esme.

Esme pushed back against him. ’I’m so close… don’t stop!’

Ophelia’s mouth worked harder, sucking and licking while her hand rubbed her own pussy. The table shook above her.

Esme cried out. ’I’m cumming!’ Her pussy squeezed Elion’s cock tight, and she shook all over. Wetness dripped down, hitting Ophelia’s face.

Elion pulled out of Esme. His cock was shiny and still hard, and throbbing. He looked under the table at Ophelia.

“Now you. Get on the table, ass up like her,” he ordered.

Ophelia crawled out and climbed on the table next to Esme. She bent over, spreading her legs for a better view of her pussy, which was all ready and wet.

’”Please, fuck me,” Ophelia begged.

Elion grabbed her hips and slid his cock into her pussy in one push. She gasped as he filled her up.

He started pounding immediately, the table groaning anew under the assault. Ophelia’s moans were deeper, throaty, mixing with the wet slaps of skin on skin.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

“Tight pussy,” Elion grunted as he pounded her, while watching her big ass cheeks ripple each time his groin met her soft buns.

Ophelia moaned deeply. “Yes, just like that!”

Esme reached over, fondling Ophelia’s dangling tits, pinching her nipples to heighten the pleasure. “You look so hot getting fucked.”

Elion slapped Ophelia’s ass and kept thrusting hard. His balls hit her clit each time. The room filled with slaps and their heavy breaths.

“Harder, make me cum too!” Ophelia moaned, rocking back on his cock.

For the rest of the night room was filled with the debauched sounds, grunts, cries, slaps, and the obscene squelch of Elion’s cock filling two succubi’s pussies over and over again.