Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 91: Trance

Chapter 91: Trance

“Do you remember how I vanished for a whole week? I skipped every damn class, and I didn’t even show my face in the halls?” Mira’s eyes gleamed.

“It’s not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t. Not after what he did to me. Oh, just the memory makes me wet….Mmmm.” Mira started squirming in place.

Suddenly, Aria felt kind of chilly.

Mira started her story, “That day, I’d dragged him back to my room, pushed him onto the bed, dropped to my knees between his legs, and wrapped my lips around his cock like it was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. ”

Aria’s hands trembled in her lap, her face a mask of disbelief.

Her wording is so vulgar and crude! She wanted to bolt, but her body betrayed her, and an unwelcome heat began building up low in her belly as Mira’s words painted the scene. and In her room no less?

“It wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it anymore—he grabbed my arms and hauled me onto the bed, flipping me onto my back. His hands were everywhere, iron-strong, yanking at my clothes.

“He tore my top open with a savage rip, the fabric shredded under his grip, leaving red welts across my shoulders and chest where the seams had bit into my skin.

“The buttons popped off, scattering across the floor, and my bra followed. He snapped at the clasp so roughly it left a burning scrape along my spine and on my breasts. Then my skirt— he gripped the waistband and pulled, the material tore with a loud screech, exposing my thighs and leaving angry red lines from the elastic digging in as it gave way. I was naked in seconds, marked up like he’d branded me, those raw scratches stung painfully.”

“M-Mira…” Aria stammered, her voice barely a whisper, but Mira barreled on, her cheeks flushing with the memory.

“After that, he pinned me down, spread my legs wide, and drove his big cock straight into my pussy—with no mercy, just one brutal thrust that stretched me to my limits, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails raking his back as he pounded into me, his hips slamming against mine, his shaft dragging along my inner walls with every withdraw and plunge.

“He fucked me hard, the bed creaked under us, as my tits bounced with each impact until he leaned down and sucked on my hardened nipples, biting just enough to make me whimper in pain.

“I came twice like that, and my fluids soaked the sheets, but he kept going on and on, pulling out only to flip me over and shove into my ass next. The stretch of my hole burned, his thick head forcing past the tight ring, inch by inch, until he was buried deep, reaming me with short, sharp thrusts that made my toes curl and tears stream down my face.

“He reached under, using his fingers to rub my clit to mix the pain with pleasure, and I came again and again, my holes spasmed around him all night as he continuously flooded my holes with his thick and hot cum.”

Aria’s breath hitched, her mind reeling from the graphic onslaught. Every hole? For the whole night!?

“And my mouth—he made sure of that my mouth got its full share of his seed as well. By the end of that night, he’d claimed me everywhere, over and over—pounding my pussy until it was swollen and tender, stretching my ass until I could barely sit, and my throat was aching from his relentless thrusts. He left me broken, Aria, lying on my bed in a heap, and my body aching in every muscle.

“I felt pain everywhere, and I couldn’t even move without wincing, but oh… it was the best sex I’ve ever had. The way he used me, owned me, and pushed me to my limits—it was ecstasy wrapped in agony.”

Aria stared at her, wide-eyed, horror and confusion swirling in her chest.

Didn’t she just say it was painful? Left her broken, in pain… and now it’s the best sex ever? Is she crazy? How can pain be the best?

Her thoughts raced, a flush creeping up her neck as forbidden images flickered in her vision—Elion’s powerful form dominating Mira, the marks on skin that.

She shifted uncomfortably, the dampness between her legs a traitorous secret, just as she was really starting to get in the mood, they heard footsteps just outside the corridor, and the door handle turned with a soft click.

As if summoned by her thoughts, the door creaked open, and a familiar, strong hand made its way in, his faint footsteps echoing into the room. Mira pulled back, her smirk turning into a wide, welcoming smile.

“Looks like hubby El is back.”

The door swung open slowly, revealing Elion’s frame silhouetted in the dim hallway light. His dark hair was tousled, and his shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the collar.

The shirt clung to his strong body, and he was matted in a thin sheen of sweat, and he held a sword in his hand.

He paused at the entrance, his cold, emotionless eyes scanning the room—first landing on Mira’s provocative sprawl on the bed, then shifting to Aria’s flushed, disheveled form beside her.

The faint, ethereal wisps of frost lingered around Elion’s eyes, a lingering sign that his mind was still locked in that heightened, analytical state from his intense training. His gaze was cold and utterly detached, sweeping over Mira and Aria like a winter storm assessing its prey.

It sent shivers racing down their spines—not from fear, but from an inexplicable thrill that made their pulses thunder in their ears.

There was something mesmerizing about him in this moment; his features had been sharpened by the icy aura, making him appear even more strikingly handsome than usual.

No warm smile graced his lips, and there was no hungry spark ignited in his stare as it often did when he desired them. Yet, that very absence stirred something primal within the two women.

Their breaths grew ragged, their hearts pounded wildly, and between their thighs, a sudden rush of heat bloomed, and a stream of wetness trickled down their thighs.

Their bodies suddenly ached with an urgent need for his hands, his mouth, his cock—whatever form his touch might take.

The door clicked shut behind him, and he dropped the sword; it clattered to the floor, forgotten, as Aria rose from her spot, drawn to him like a moth to flame.

She reached out to him, her palm cupping his cheek in a tender caress, and her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. But Elion remained still and unresponsive, his skin feeling very cool beneath her touch.

He simply looked down at her, his eyes devoid of any flicker— there was no affection in his gaze, no recognition, just an impassive void that made her stomach twist with a mix of unease and electric anticipation.

“El?” Aria called out to him anxiously.