Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 92: Threesome with Mira and Aria I

Chapter 92: Threesome with Mira and Aria I

“El?” Aria called out to him anxiously.

Then, without warning, his hand shot up, fingers wrapping around her wrist in a grip like iron. In one swift motion, he yanked her toward him, hoisting her effortlessly into a princess carry.

“Eeeek!” Aria squealed in surprise, her legs dangling as his arms cradled her against his chest, the hard planes of his body pressing into her softness.

The world tilted as he strode to the bed, laying her down beside Mira with mechanical care, as if positioning a doll.

Mira lounged there, a slightly confused smile played on her lips as she watched the scene unfold. She sensed that something was off, especially the energy radiating from Elion, and the way his movements lacked their usual playful warmth, but she only assumed he was still on edge from training.

So she decided to roll with whatever came next.

But even Mira, with her bold experiences, couldn’t have anticipated what followed. Elion stood at the foot of the bed, his hands moving to the hem of his training shirt. Slowly and deliberately, he peeled it off, revealing the sculpted ridges of his abs and the broad expanse of his chest, still marked faintly with sweat from his rigorous session.

The fabric slipped to the floor, followed by his pants, shoved down with efficient precision. Finally, his boxers slid away, freeing his cock.

It sprang upright immediately, thickening and hardening on pure instinct. The shaft looked heavy and veined, the head already flushing dark with blood. He was fully naked now, and he exuded raw dominance, with his frame towering as he approached the bed once more.

Mira and Aria both swallowed hard, the audible gulps breaking the tension like cracks in ice. All this while Elion hadn’t spoken a single word. It was like his mind was focused on a singular goal.

Mira and Aria’s eyes locked onto his big cock, mesmerized by its size and the way it bobbed with each step, pointing toward them like a weapon ready to claim them. The air grew thick, heavy with the musky scent coming off of him.

Before either one of them could process the sight before them—before words could form on their lips—Elion moved.

He moved like a blur of motion, faster than thought. His hands darted out, one quickly seizing the top and pants of Aria’s pajamas, the other gripping the fabric of Mira’s negligee. With ruthless efficiency, he tore them away effortlessly.

In less than a second, the clothes were shredded and discarded in a heap on the floor. Aria’s pink underwear followed. He yanked it down her legs in the same instant, leaving her completely exposed, and since she had no bra on, she was now in nothing but her birthday suit.

Her large, full breasts were heaving with each heavy breath she took, and the nipples pebbled tight; her pussy was bare and already damp, the juices leaking from her trickling down her quivering thighs.

Meanwhile, Mira, who had shed her panties early on, lay equally vulnerable, her more delicate curves on display: her pert breasts rising and falling with each breath, the recently formed trimmed patch above her little slit glistened under the room’s soft light.

Two flustered young women sprawled naked on the bed now, their skin flushed and tingling in the cool air, their bare legs shifting restlessly as vulnerability mixed with raw arousal.

And above them loomed Elion, expressionless, his cock throbbing insistently. He cast a long shadow over their bodies.

His presence was like an aphrodisiac drug to Mira and Aria, who found themselves in a trance, juices pouring freely now from their tight cunts.

Elion’s state of mind prioritised efficiency, and so, he had subconsiously activated his charm skill, not to a hundred percent, but enough to arouse Mira and Aria in record time, all so he could prepare their flowers for him without any need for foreplay.

Without a word, Elion stepped forward, the mattress dipping under his weight as he climbed onto the bed, knees bracketing Mira’s hips. His hands moved with mechanical precision—one clamping down on Mira’s shoulder to pin her flat, the other seizing Aria’s thigh and yanking her closer.

Aria gasped, her body arching as his fingers dug into her flesh, leaving faint imprints. He leaned down, his face inches from Mira’s, breath cool against her heated skin, and then his mouth crashed onto hers. The kiss was brutal, his teeth nipping at her lower lip until it bled slightly, his tongue thrusting deep like he was claiming territory.

Mira moaned into it, her hands flying up to grip his hair, pulling him harder against her. The detachment in his eyes only fueled her fire; she bucked her hips, grinding her wet pussy against his thigh, smearing her wetness there.

“Yes, fuck—take me like this,” she gasped when he pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their lips. But Elion didn’t respond, his expression unchanging as he shifted, grabbing her knees and forcing them wide apart.

Aria watched, with wide eyes, her hand quickly drifting down to touch herself before she could stop it, her fingers circling her clit in frantic need.

Elion noticed, his head turning sharply toward her, and in one fluid motion, he released Mira and lunged.

He flipped Aria onto her stomach, ass up, and slapped her cheek hard enough to sting, the sound echoing sharply.

“Ahhhh!” She yelped, but it dissolved into a whine as his cock nudged against her entrance, the broad head parting her lips teasingly. “El… please,” she begged for it, her voice muffled against the pillow, pushing back against him.

He didn’t wait.

With a single, powerful thrust, he buried his cock inside her pussy to the hilt, stretching her walls around his girth.

Aria cried out, the sudden fullness bordering on pain, her body clenching around him as he held still for a beat, letting her adjust—or not.

Then he started pounding, hips snapping forward relentlessly, each drive slamming his balls against her clit.

The bed creaked under the force, and Mira crawled closer, her hand reaching under to fondle Aria’s swinging breasts, pinching the nipples until Aria sobbed with pleasure.

“Look at you, Aria, taking him so deep,” Mira whispered, licking a stripe up Aria’s spine before turning her attention to Elion.

She wrapped her arms around his waist from the side, kissing his shoulder, then lower, her tongue tracing the flexing muscles of his back.

Emboldened, she slipped a hand between his legs, cupping his balls and squeezing gently as he fucked Aria harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

Elion’s pace didn’t falter; his thrusts were mechanical yet devastating, driving Aria toward ecstasy. She came first, her pussy spasming around his cock, and her juices squirting out to soak his and her thighs.

He pulled out abruptly, leaving her little sister gasping and empty, and then he turned to Mira. She was ready, on all fours now, presenting her ass to him with a wicked grin. “Your turn to wreck me again,” she taunted, but her voice cracked as he gripped her hips and rammed into her from behind. “Mmmmm!”

His cock speared her pussy, filling her completely, and Mira threw her head back with a guttural moan, her walls fluttered around him.