Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 286: Go on... *

Chapter 286: Go on… *

Elion’s lips stayed locked around her slit, the suction pulling more of her juices into his mouth as he savored the tangy flood.

He released the vacuum with a soft pop, only to dive back in, his tongue flicking out to trace the length of her tight seam from bottom to top.

“Ohhhhh!” Zenith’s thighs trembled around his ears, her instinctive clamp loosening just enough for him to maneuver, but she didn’t let go entirely. Her body seemed to be torn between shoving him away and pulling him closer.

He pressed his nose deeper into her folds, parting those soft outer lips with the bridge of it, and extended his tongue to lap at her lower entrance.

The tip probed gently at first, circling the puckered hole before pushing inside, breaching her tight walls gently. Her pussy tightened a bit around the intrusion, coating his tongue in fresh warmth as he wiggled it deeper, tasting the source of her arousal directly.

“Oh, gods… Elion,” Zenith gasped, her hands flying to his hair. Her fingers tangled into the strands as she grasped his head.

She didn’t pull him away, though; instead, she held him there, with her nails scraping his scalp as the sensations overwhelmed her.

His tongue entered her with a steady rhythm, sliding in and out, curling to stroke the sensitive inner walls that fluttered against him. Each plunge drew out more of her juices, which he slurped greedily, the wet sounds mixing with her ragged breaths.

He added pressure, his mouth covering her entrance fully, while his lips sucked on her outer lips, and his tongue delved deeper, twisting and lapping at every ridge inside her. It was brutal.

Zenith’s hips bucked involuntarily, grinding her pussy against his face as pleasure built inside of her.

She loved this feeling. The way his tongue filled her, stretching her entrance just enough to tease what she craved more of, the rough texture dragging over spots that made her vision blur.

Elion’s hands kneaded her thighs. His thumbs dug into the soft flesh to keep her spread as he intensified the assault.

He withdrew his tongue briefly to flatten it against her clit that had peeked out of her pussy lips, licking broad strokes over the swollen nub before sucking it between his lips, and flicking the tip rapidly.

Zenith’s grip tightened, yanking his hair as she moaned louder, her body arching high off the bed. “Don’t stop… please,” she whimpered, her voice breaking, all pretense of control shattered.

He obliged, plunging his tongue back inside her pussy, thrusting faster now, mimicking the cock she so desperately wanted.

Her walls spasmed around him, tightening as the orgasm coiled tight in her belly. He felt it coming by the way her juices gushed freer, her thighs quivering harder, and he drank it all, swallowing the sweet-salty flow that leaked from her.

She came deeply as she cried out loudly, the sound echoed off the walls, her pussy convulsing around his tongue as waves of ecstasy pulsed from her core.

Hot spurts of her release coated his mouth, and Elion lapped them up hungrily, sucking every drop from her clenching entrance. He gulped it all down as her body shook violently in his grasp.

He then pulled back from Zenith’s quivering pussy with his chin glistening with her fluids as he licked his lips one last time, savoring the lingering tang.

Her folds twitched, and a fresh trickle of her juices seeped out to soak the sheets beneath her.

He rose slowly from his position, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, while keeping his eyes locked on her flushed form. Her lovely azure breasts were heaving, and her blue skin was slick with sweat, those pink-tinged cheeks burning brighter from being stimulated.

She lay there, gasping for air, her body still humming from the deep orgasm that had ripped through her.

The waves of aftershocks made her thighs clench, pushing out more of that warm slickness from her pussy, dripping down her crack, and pooling on the bed.

She blinked up at the ceiling, trying to piece together her scattered thoughts, the intensity leaving her mind foggy and her limbs heavy.

When her vision cleared enough to focus, she turned her head and froze.

Elion was standing at the edge of the bed, towering over her; his clothes had already been discarded while she was catching her breath, in a hasty pile on the floor.

His cock jutted out from his groin like a beast unleashed. It was thick, veined, and impossibly long, the head flushed a lighter shade than the rest of the shaft and already beading with precum at the crack.

It throbbed upright, casting a shadow over her belly as he loomed there, a smirk playing on his lips.

Her body shuddered violently in fear. “Is that… supposed to go inside me?” she whispered, her voice small and trembling, and eyes wide as she stared at the monstrous length.

“What do you think?” Elion replied, his tone laced with amusement as he crawled back onto the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight as he moved toward her with predatory grace, his cock swaying heavily between his legs.

“Wait,” Zenith shot up a hand defensively, her palm pressing against his chest as she gulped down a lump that had formed in her throat.

Her horns seemed to droop slightly, all fire gone from her gaze. “Can I please take the lead from here?” The words came out as a plea, her eyes beseeching him.

There was not a single trace of all that bravado and overbearing presence from earlier. Now, she just exuded pure vulnerability.

Elion paused, hovering over her, and he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

The look on her face was too damn cute, all wide-eyed innocence cracking through her demonic facade. “Where’d all that eagerness go?” he teased her, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of white hair behind her ear.

She looked away, cheeks flushing deeper, refusing to meet his eyes. She did not give an answer, just a shy bite of her lower lip.

“Fine,” he said, relenting with a grin. “I’ll let you take the lead from here. But don’t force yourself too much.”

He rolled onto his back beside her, stretching out on the rumpled sheets with his cock standing rigid against his abdomen.

At this point, Elion was almost certain that she was a virgin, through and through.

But credit where it was due. She still had the guts to ask, even now. He watched her with quiet anticipation, with his hands folded behind his head.

Zenith pushed herself up shakily, her arms wobbling as she sat.

The spot where she’d lain was a bit dark and damp.

She swung one leg over him, straddling his hips, her ass settling onto his thighs with a soft, warm press that made Elion’s cock twitch with anticipation.

The contact sent a jolt through him as the plush cheeks settled against his skin. He bit back a groan, reveling in the unreal sensation of how her weight pinned him to the bed.

She planted both hands on his chest for balance, fingers splaying over his firm but soft muscles.

Her gaze dropped straight to his dick, which was now positioned right below her pussy. The thick shaft brushed the underside of her ass if she shifted even a little.

Her breath came in short bursts as she stared at it like it was some ancient foe that she was about to face in a great battle for the ages.

The head nudged against her inner thigh, feeling hot and insistent, and smearing a trail of translucent precum on her blue skin.

Elion stayed still, content to watch how she planned to proceed from here.

’Hopefully she knows how to proceed,’ he mused.

His hands itched to grab her hips and ass cheeks to guide her down, but he held back, letting her explore and build whatever fragile confidence she could muster.

Her pussy hovered just above him, the lips glistening. A drop of warm her juices fell directly onto his cock’s tip, making it glisten even more.

Zenith swallowed hard.

She used her thighs, quivering as she rocked forward experimentally, the motion dragging her wet folds along the length of his shaft.

A soft whimper escaped her, the friction sparking fresh sparks in her core.

She glanced down at him, eyes searching for reassurance, before lowering her gaze again, steeling herself to take that next, uncertain step.

She hesitated and decided to delay things a bit. She shifted her hips forward again, the motion pressing her slick folds against the underside of Elion’s cock, forcing the rigid shaft to flatten along his pelvis.

The veined length throbbed under the pressure, trapped between her warmth and his skin, the head nudging up toward his navel. She settled deeper into the straddle, her thighs clamping lightly around his hips, that plush ass grinding down just enough to pin him in place.

A teasing glint flickered in her eyes, or maybe it was just nerves, as she began to rock back and forth.

Her pussy lips parted naturally around his shaft, enveloping the thick girth in soft, wet heat. Each slow slide dragged her swollen clit along the prominent ridge, sending jolts of friction sparking through both of them.

“Nggg~” Elion groaned, his cock pulsing against her gliding folds.

“Ahhhh~!” Zenith whimpered in response, her body trembling atop him.

More of her juices leaked out with every slide, coating his dick in a glossy sheen that made the skin slick and shiny.

The fluids dripped freely now, smearing along the length until they reached the base, then trickling further to pool on Elion’s pelvis.

The wet sounds of her rocking filled the room, the soft, obscene squelches. But she couldn’t take it anymore.

The teasing friction had her pussy clenching emptily, craving more than just the slide. Zenith stopped abruptly, her chest heaving as she lifted her waist just a fraction, hovering above him.

One hand reached down shakily, wrapping around his shaft near the base, her fingers barely meeting around the thickness. She angled it upward, the swollen tip now pressing directly beneath her dripping slit.

Her waist twisted side to side, searching for the perfect alignment, her free hand braced on his chest for support.

Finally, she found it. The blunt head kissed her outer lips, nudging them apart with gentle pressure.

“Mhmmmm~” She teased it there, circling her hips in tiny motions that let the tip part her folds, stretching them slightly around the intrusion without fully breaching.

Elion watched the sight with an intense gaze, his eyes locked on where their bodies connected.

The way her pink-tinged lips bloomed open around his tip tested every ounce of his patience.

’What would she do if I lifted my hips and pierced her cunt in one thrust?’ The thought flashed through his mind, though he didn’t act on it.

He stared at that intimate spot where the flushed head vanished slightly between her folds, and just above her clit peeked out just above, begging for his touch.

“I-I’m putting it in now,” Zenith stuttered, her voice laced with clear fear.

Elion nodded reassuringly, his expression softening just a little bit, “Go on,” he murmured, one hand coming up to rest lightly on her thigh, thumb stroking her skin gently.