Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 176: Dru’marok and Vel’dranor

Chapter 176: Dru’marok and Vel’dranor

Meanwhile, in the Dragon Kingdom, high within the jagged peaks of the vast draconic mountain range, stood a massive black stone castle carved directly into the side of a mountain.

Inside one of its grand halls, a deep voice echoed.

“Dru’marok! Have you seen those sneaky succubi women? I can’t find mine!”

A tall man with long dark hair tied behind his back stormed into the chamber. He wore a flowing grey changpao with intricate black patterns stitched along the sleeves. His sharp golden eyes burned with irritation.

He also had three shiny black reverse scales on his forehead, as well as a row of sharp, Jagged teeth.

“Oh? Younger brother Vel’dranor, you’ve lost yours as well?” came a slow, amused reply.

Dru’marok was seated casually on a large black couch in the dim lounge area. Unlike his brother, he wore a flowing black changpao embroidered with white patterns that shimmered faintly in the firelight.

His presence was heavier, more composed, clearly the elder between them.

Vel’dranor snorted.

“She vanished. Just said she was going somewhere and never came back.”

Dru’marok tilted his head slightly.

“Mine said something similar.”

Vel’s brows furrowed.

The two brothers shared similar features — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp jaws and piercing eyes that carried the unmistakable aura of dragonkin royalty.

Vel stepped further into the room, his gaze sweeping over the scene.

“I see you were quick to find new toys,” he said with a crooked smile.

Dru’marok did not look embarrassed in the slightest. A redhead woman sat on his left side, draped against him comfortably.

His powerful legs were spread apart as he gripped the fiery red-haired woman, his large hand kneading her heavy, heaving tits with rough squeezes that made her nipples harden into stiff peaks under his calloused palm, her body arched into his touch with desperate whimpers.

The thin fabric of her skimpy silk dress rode up to expose her slick pink folds already dripping juices onto his changpao.

Between his spread thighs, another woman, a lithe brunette with trembling shoulders and wide, tear-streaked eyes, knelt submissively on the cold floor.

Her full lips stretched painfully around the monstrous girth of his throbbing cock, the veined shaft was so thick it bulged her cheeks obscenely as she bobbed her head up and down with frantic urgency.

Slurp slurp slurp.

Slurping wet, sounds echoed along the length from the swollen head leaking precum down to the heavy balls slapping against her chin, snot and saliva mixing in messy trails that ran down her flushed cheeks and dripped onto her heaving cleavage/

Her throat convulsed around him each time she forced herself deeper, gagging harshly but refusing to pull away under the weight of his unyielding grip tangled in her hair.

Dru’marok glanced up lazily from his indulgences, a predatory smirk curling his lips as he pinched the redhead’s nipple hard enough to draw a sharp yelp from her.

“As you can see, life goes on,” Dru replied smoothly.

Vel chuckled, shaking his head.

“You always were quicker to replace things than me.”

Dru’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“They weren’t ours to begin with.”

He released the redhead’s tit only to slide his hand down her back and shove her dress aside, his fingers delving straight into her dripping pussy to pump in and out with wet squelches that made her moan loudly against his shoulder.

“They were succubi,” Dru continued. “It is not within them to be faithful.”

Vel’dranor folded his arms, his golden eyes flicking toward the red-haired woman writhing in Dru’marok’s grasp.

He shifted his weight, the bulge in his grey changpao growing more insistent against the tight fabric, and cleared his throat.

“So,” he said casually, “Mind if I borrow one of these fine pieces for a bit, brother? My cock’s aching something fierce without Veyra’s tight holes to bury into.”

Dru burst out laughing. The sound echoed loudly against the stone walls.

“What happened to the ones you had before you took in that succubus?” he asked with amusement.

Vel’s face darkened instantly.

“You know I let them all go after Veyra became my woman.” His voice trailed off, laced with a bitterness that made his fists tighten at his sides.

Dru’s uproarious laughter boomed louder, shaking the braziers and sending sparks dancing into the air, while the brunette choked out a wet gargle around his pounding dick.

“Fall in love with that whore, did you? Chased off every other cunt just for her slippery charms?” Dru said bluntly. He shook his head, still chuckling.

“And now look. She vanishes, and you have no one to vent your frustrations on. Pathetic, brother. Mmmmm.” Dru growled, his hips bucking up suddenly to ram his cock fully into the brunette’s mouth, making her eyes roll back as she convulsed.

Vel’s jaw tightened.

He had favored Veyra greatly. He had given her gifts, attention, and freedom that no other woman had received from him.

He had even dismissed others at her request; all she had to do was milk his cock dry night after night with her infernal heat.

Now she was gone.

And the thought of her disappearing for so long without a word gnawed at him.

“I should hunt down that bitch,” Vel muttered darkly.

Dru leaned back, smirking as he finally pulled the brunette off his shaft with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her gasping mouth to the glistening head, her chest heaving as she coughed up spit onto the floor, eyes glazed with submission.

“I told you, Vel’dranor—those succubi are nothing but whores.” Dru said lazily. “Treat ’em like the cum-dumps they are. She’s probably off right now, ass up and pussy stuffed by some lesser being, moaning like the slut she is. I guarantee it.”

His tone was blunt and unapologetic.

Vel’s face darkened to a thunderous scowl, “What of the other four?” he asked stiffly.

“Go check the southern peak we allowed them to stay in,” Dru replied. “If they’re not whoring around, they might still be there.”

The brunette, who had recovered just enough, crawled forward to lick at Dru’s exposed balls, her tongue flicking hungrily over the wrinkled skin while he ignored her, focused on his brother.

Vel nodded curtly, turning toward the arched doorway, but paused, glancing back at the redhead who sat demurely now, her silk dress disheveled and riding high on her thighs, exposing the curve of her ass and the damp patch between her legs.

“So, you won’t share one of your women with me? Just this once?” He asked again, his voice wasedged with pleading frustration.

Dru chuckled, low and mocking, as he shoved the brunette’s face back onto his cock. Slurping sounds filled the room once again while she bobbed eagerly.

“Go find your own toys, brother.”

Vel pressed on. “Come on, help a brother out here. By the time I’ve hunted down a new batch of human women to play with, I’ll have attacked someone to vent this lust, it’s boiling in my veins like molten ore.”

“Well then, go find a female dragon to vent on,” Dru replied casually.

Vel’s face darkened again.

“You know how prideful those women are; they won’t spread their legs when you ask. They only want it on their own terms, strutting around like queens until the heat hits them.”

Dru gave a small nod. “Aye, that I know,” Dru rumbled, his gaze sliding to the beautiful red-haired woman still nestled nearby.

Her green eyes were wide and inviting as she bit her lower lip, her thighs pressing together subtly to ease the soreness in her pussy.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he shoved her gently toward Vel. “Here, take this one for now. She’s got a mouth that’ll drain you dry and a pussy that grips you like a virgin’s cunt.”

Vel’s eyes brightened immediately.

The woman rose smoothly and moved to stand behind Vel, her revealing silk dress whispering against her skin.

Vel turned to look at her closely.

Her gloriously naked, full tits bounced free with rosy nipples peaked in the cool air, her shaved pussy lips were puffy and glistening with residual arousal, a trail of wetness snaking down her inner thigh.

Vel licked his lips slowly, savoring the view as he turned slightly, reaching out to grasp her chin firmly with his large hand, tilting her face left and right to inspect her delicate features.

The high cheekbones, full lips parted in anticipation, and those fiery red locks cascading over her shoulders like spilled wine

“Quite a specimen you’ve found here, brother. Red hair like dragon flame and a beautiful face.”

The woman smiled gently.

His thumb traced her lower lip, parting it to expose her pink tongue, which darted out instinctively to wet it.

“It’s a pleasure to serve you, my lord. Use me as you desire, my body is yours to fill and claim.” She said respectfully.

Vel gave an approving nod as his grin turned wolfish, his free hand dropped to squeeze her ass cheek hard, his strong, large fingers digging into the firm flesh as she gasped softly.

“Of course,” Dru replied calmly, his attention returning to the brunette who now deepthroated him with fervor. “Unlike you, I treat my toys well. She’ll have you cumming buckets before you even reach your mountain peak.”

Vel huffed but said nothing further. With that, he turned and left the chamber.

He guided the redhead out with a possessive hand on her lower back, her bare ass swaying enticingly as they vanished into the corridor.

The sounds of the brunette’s wet sucking faded behind them while Dru settled deeper into the couch, ready to unleash his load down her throat and fill her cunt afterwards before calling in more women to pound.

Surprisingly, his expression slowly losing its humor.

While he had not fallen for Miranda, the succubus he had taken in, she really knew how to please him well.

So much so that even though he did not go as far as ignoring his other host of women, like Vel’dranor, he had been taking in fewer and fewer women than he usually did before she came.

Because, truthfully, he didn’t need to keep replacing the broken ones as he used to, Miranda had been taking the brunt of his lust over the decades.

She could keep up with him. No, it was more appropriate to see that it was he who worked to keep up with her.

“What a loss.”

Regardless, if she had really left him, he would not take this loss lying down. Someone’s head would have to roll.