Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 237: Ravaging Mira*

Chapter 237: Ravaging Mira*

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Elion’s thighs continued to smack against Mira’s jiggling ass with every brutal thrust, the impacts sending ripples across her plush cheeks. By now, her skin was flushed red from the relentless slaps of his thrusts.

She lost all shred of propriety, and her mind blanked out under the torrent of overwhelming pleasure. Her eyes were glazed over, and drool slipped freely from her parted lips.

Shockingly, though, her squirting hadn’t stopped even now. A fountain of her juices kept gushing out in erratic bursts. Her pussy convulsed in a relentless chain of orgasms.

Of all their pounding sessions so far, this one eclipsed every one of them. Mira knew it deep down. This was the pinnacle of sex she has had her entire life.

Elion’s long snake hammered her insides like a battering ram, reshaping her insides, and she craved even more of it with every devastating plunge.

“Nnnnngg~!” Elion growled from the sensation enveloping his length. Mira’s impossible tightness gripped him with wet softness that nearly made him come every time he slid back inside her.

Schick! schick! chick!

Each pump drew a grunt from his chest as he pistoned in and out, the drag of her slick walls resisting every withdrawal, as if her body refused to let go of his throbbing shaft.

It took raw willpower to pull back, because her pussy was sucking him deeper, trying to milk him with greedy contractions of the meaty insides.

The urge to unload surged hot in his balls, but he’d held back each time, savoring the buildup of his orgasm. He couldn’t contain it forever.

“Nnnnngggh~!arghhh~!” With a bestial grunt, he drove forward in one final, savage thrust, sheathing his penis to the hilt against her throbbing cervix like a hammer hitting an anvil.

Mira’s ass rippled beautifully from the force, her body jolting as he unleashed a giant flood of essence.

Powerful jets of his seed erupted from his cockhead, flooding her womb in thick, pulsing ropes that warmed her depths and spread into her entire womb like liquid fire.

“Iiiiiiiits~Filling me up!~!! Ohhhhh!” Mira screamed in pure ecstasy as the hot, viscous flood filled her up, coating every inch of her baby-making cave.

The sensation triggered another painful climax—”Ngggg!”—her pussy spasming wildly around him, squeezing out every drop as she squirted again.

Spreeeee!

Clear fluid arced from her stretched lower lips, her neck arching back sharply while her legs quivered over his shoulders along with the rest of her body.

Elion held her pinned in the folded missionary position, his hands still locked around her throat, choking off her air just enough to heighten the rush.

He pumped his hips in short, grinding motions, stirring his white cum deeper into her, withdrawing and ensuring it took root.

Mira’s body went limp in his grasp, twitching through aftershocks, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the overflow began to leak out around his base, where her pussy lips connected painfully with the thick girth of his dragon.

The thick semen mixed with her squirt in a creamy mess that dripped to the floor.

“Fuck that was intense,” Elion rasped, his first words in a while, and finally eased his grip on her neck to let her choke in gasps of air.

Her pussy spasmed one last time, a weak spurt escaping as she collapsed against him. She cradled her head weakly into the crook of his neck.

Elion looked at her debauched face with his cock still buried deep inside her drenched pussy. A flicker of concern cut through the haze of his lust, but the look of pure ecstasy on her face made him laugh out loud.

“You loved that, huh… What am I going to do with you?”

Honestly, he felt like Mira should have been born a succubus instead. She was in part the embodiment of their debauched tendencies, which made him wonder if she was a succubus wearing human skin.

Her eyes were rolled back with most of the whites showing, but he could still make out the transformation of her pupils from the beautiful emerald green to a somehow even more beautiful pink-shaped heart.

Her eyelids were half-closed in a vacant stare, and she let her mouth hang open with a thin trail of drool slipping from the corner, and her chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths.

She was completely gone and lost in the overload of sensations; her body felt completely unresponsive in his arms except for the occasional twitch of her tight cave around him.

“Mira?” he murmured, but no reply came from her.

He withdrew from her tightness with a wet squelch, and shifted her from the folded missionary position and cradled her into his arms in a princess carry. Her body draped over him like a rag doll, and her head lolling against his shoulder.

White cum and her own juices began to flow. He carried her across the cramped hotel room, the floorboards creaking under his steps, toward the bed with its untouched sheets.

Gently, he lowered her onto her back, the mattress dipping under her weight. Her black hair fanned out like a halo while her moderate breasts heaved with each breath. The pink nipples were still hard.

Elion’s gaze raked over her. Faint bruises bloomed on her thighs from his powerful grips, and the glistening mess between her legs where his previous loads leaked out in slow dribbles was satisfying to watch. She looked tired and oddly beautiful in this ruined state.

He smirked.

He couldn’t stop now. The fire in his groin demanded more. Kneeling between her spread legs, he hooked his hands behind her knees, lifting her legs up and pressing them up toward her chest and folding her in half like before.

Her juicy pussy was exposed fully. The twitching, swollen lips parted slightly in a gaping oval shape as if something was missing there.

The position pinned her down, her ass lifting slightly off the bed, making her irresistible. “Even out cold, you’re begging for it,” he growled to himself, aligning his thick nine-inch cock with her heavenly entrance.

With a single, deliberate push, he sank inside.

Schlorp!

The wet suction echoed as her walls yielded immaculately to his intrusion. Her body jolted faintly, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she felt her favourite thing come back where it belonged to be, but her eyes stayed rolled back in her head.

Elion groaned as he continued forward until his tip nudged the ring of her cervix once again.

This time, he fucked her slowly, savoring the vise-like grip, while his hips rolled in measured thrusts.

Plap… plap…

The sounds were obscene, and her folded form muffled her cries into mere gasps.

As he picked up speed, the small bed began to rattle and creak.

“Ahhhhh~!Ahhhhh~!ahhhhhhhh~!”

Mira’s half-conscious state didn’t dull her body’s responses and moans; her pussy clenched rhythmically, milking him on instinct alone.

A low moan bubbled from her throat, her head turning slightly on the pillow. “Fuuuck… so deep,” she slurred dreamily, not fully aware, but the words spurred him on.

Elion leaned in, his chest pressing against her calves, pinning her down completely.

He increased his thrusting pace and fucked harder now, the mating press turning brutal once again.

His cock pistoned in and out, stretching her lips wider with every plunge.

Gush!

Another fresh spurt of her love juice squirted around his shaft, soaking his groin and the sheets below them.

Her first orgasm in this position hit without warning, her walls spasming wildly even as her mind floated in oblivion.

“Nngh! Yes… more…” she mumbled as her fingers clutched and gripped the sheets at her sides.

Elion didn’t let up. He hammered away. The room filled with the symphony of wet slaps, her faint mewls from Mira, and his own grunts of pleasure.

“Take it,” he rasped, one hand sliding up to pinch her nipple, twisting until her body arched involuntarily.

Her second climax built up quickly, and her breaths hitched into sharp cries. “Ah! Ah! C-coming… again!” Her pussy flooded him.

Elion’s control frayed.

He shifted his weight, grinding his hips in circles to stir her depths, then resumed the relentless pounding.

Plap-plap-plap!

He went faster, deeper, destroying any semblance of gentleness he might have alluded to in the beginning.

Mira’s body shook under the assault, her breasts bouncing with the force, legs trembling against his hold.

Her third orgasm crashed over her, stronger than the last. Her back bowed off the bed, a guttural scream tearing from her throat.

“Elion! Fuuuuck meee!” Squirt after squirt erupted from her, drenching the sheets beneath her ass.

He felt his own release coiling tight, but he chased her ruin first.

Releasing one leg, he slapped her thigh hard with a loud crack! leaving a fresh welt on her skin.

Her response was an immediate micro orgasm that made her pussy’s grip tighten around his shaft. “Good girl,” his voice was thick with dominance as he praised her.

He pushed down his weight on her folded frame, his free hand wrapping around her throat in a light choke. He immediately felt her pulse race under his fingers at this familiar choking sensation that she loved so much.

She coughed a few times.

“Cough…Cough! Ch-choke… harder… yesss!” she gasped,

The pressure made her eyes flutter, though they were still a bit unfocused. Her fourth orgasm ripped through her like lightning.

“Nnnngh~!” Her voice broke as her body convulsed and her pussy gushed wildly.

Elion synchronized his own orgasm with hers. He thrust one final time, and his cock throbbed, unleashing a torrent of thick and hot cum straight into her womb.

Spurt after thick spurt filled her, going deep inside.

Mira relished the sensation, and her walls clamped down to wring every drop. “Fill me… ohhhhh~… oh god!” she wailed, her voice fading into a whimper as the intensity peaked.

Elion stayed locked inside her as usual, pumping his hips in short bursts to push the load deeper.

Since her womb was already full of cum from before, this fresh load bubbled out around his base in creamy rivulets that mixed with her squirt.

Mir’s body shuddered through aftershocks, and her eyes finally closed in exhausted surrender as Elion eased back, pulling out of her sex cave with a wet schlorp.

His seed leaked freely now from her abused pussy since the plug had been undone. The thick, white juices flowed faintly in the dim light of the room.

Panting, he scooped her up again, cradling her limp form against his chest.

He had noticed that there was a small bathtub waiting in the corner alcove of the room. It was just a simple and modest porcelain tub with a handheld showerhead with runes at the end that were probably for warming the water.

He turned on the faucet, testing the water until it ran warm but not hot.

Steam rose as he settled her inside, her body sinking into the shallow pool. “Let’s clean you up, beautiful,” he murmured softly, though she couldn’t hear a word he said.

He knelt beside the tub, dipping a washcloth into the water.

He started with her face, gently wiping away the sweat, remnants of his cum, and the tears of pleasure tracing her parted lips.

Her breathing steadied as she felt the soothing, warm water envelop her aching body and the feeling of Elion’s hands roaming her body. He soaped her neck, massaging the faint marks of his fingers from his choke.

Her breasts floated slightly in the water; he lathered them carefully, taking a moment to feel and squeeze the soft flesh while his thumbs circled her nipples until they became stiff again, eliciting a soft sigh from her unconscious lips.

Once he was done, he ventured lower, rinsing the sticky mess from her stomach and thighs.

When he got to the spot between her legs, he was tender and gentle, parting her folds to wash away the evidence of their lovemaking. His cum still trickled out, but he let the water pull it away.

Mira stirred faintly, a contented hum escaping her, but she didn’t wake up. Finally, he bought a very expensive but convenient bottle of fragrant cherry shampoo from the system store. He shampooed her hair, using his fingers to comb through the strands until they shone beautifully.

Elion nodded, satisfied with his handiwork, and then he lifted her out, wrapping her in a towel before carrying her back to the bed.

He dried her off lovingly, then tucked her under the sheets.

As he pulled the covers up, a small, satisfied smile curved her lips, her face peaceful in repose. After that, he went back into the bath and thoroughly washed himself as well before returning to the bed.

It was late into the afternoon by now, so not much time had passed.

He could only hope that she would wake soon, or else they might have to spend the night in this humble hotel.

If that was the case, he could not promise that he would not take advantage of her while she slept and ravage her once again.