Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 93: Threesome with Mira and Aria II

Chapter 93: Threesome with Mira and Aria II

Elion’s shaft speared Mira’s pussy, filling her completely, and Mira threw her head back with a guttural moan, her walls fluttered around him.

He fucked her with the same unyielding rhythm, using one hand to fist her hair and yank her upright, arching her back.

The angle let him hit deeper into her vagina, his tip battering her cervix, and she clawed at the sheets, orgasming almost immediately, her body shaking as she squirted onto the bed.

With a sudden flick of his wrist, he flipped Mira over onto her stomach, never breaking stride even as she came—his shaft slammed in harder now, drilling into her in missionary as she gasped, her breasts jiggling each time he thrust into her from the force.

“Nggggh!” Mira’s moans turned into sharp cries as he stretched her walls at a different angle.

Without pausing, Elion reached for Aria, who knelt nearby, her body still trembling. He yanked her forward, pulling her onto Mira’s back in one fluid motion.

Now the two girls faced each other, their flushed cheeks inches apart, and breasts pressing together as Aria straddled Mira’s waist.

He withdrew his rod from Mira and repositioned himself better.

Their asses lifted high toward Elion, presenting him with the sight of their leaking pussies—dripping with arousal, and the pink folds glistening and beginning to swell from his earlier attentions.

Mira’s entrance clenched around nothing now that he’d withdrawn, while Aria’s quivered, eager for his invasion.

Elion positioned himself behind them, his cock slick with Mira’s juices, throbbing hot and rigid. He aligned the tip with Mira’s pussy first, then thrust in deep—once, twice, three times—each pump forceful, his hips slapping against her ass as he buried himself to the hilt.

She whimpered into Aria’s mouth, the vibrations traveling between them. Then, with a wet pop, he pulled out and switched to Aria, sliding his length into her tight heat. Three hard pumps followed, his balls tapping against her clit, making her buck forward against Mira.

Back and forth he went, alternating between their sweet pots, the rhythm steady and unyielding. Pump, pump, pump into Mira—her walls fluttering around him—then withdraw and plunge into Aria in tandem, her pussy gripping him like a vice.

This went on for what felt like an eternity, their bodies rocking in sync, and the bed creaking under the assault. Sweat slicked their skin, mingling where Aria and Mira pressed together.

Mira was the first to come again, her body spasming wildly as her orgasm ripped through her—pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock during her turns, juices squirting out with each withdrawal.

Aria followed soon after, her own climax hitting like a wave, her thighs quaking as she cried out, her inner muscles milking him desperately.

But Elion didn’t stop. He kept fucking them in that position through their multiple orgasms, drilling with equal measure, his pace unchanging even as their orgasms left them limp and oversensitive.

Lost in the haze of pleasure, the pair of girls breathed hotly into each other’s faces, their eyes glazed and lips parted. Their mouths grazed each other tentatively at first. Then they kissed—slurping hungrily at each other’s sweet red lips, and tongues battling in a wet press.

Aria’s hand slid up to cup Mira’s breast, using her thumb to circle the stiff nipple, while Mira kneaded Aria’s fuller mound, pinching and rolling the peak between her fingers.

They fondled each other greedily, moans muffled into the kiss, bodies writhing as Elion continued his assault from behind.

Over two hundred more thrusts later—with his cock pistoning between their pussies without mercy—Elion finally reached his peak. With a controlled grunt, he buried himself deep in Mira one last time, releasing half his load into her tight womb.

Thick ropes of semen flooded her, painting her insides white as she shuddered. He withdrew with a slick sound, immediately switching to Aria and pumping the other half into her. His cock twitched inside her as he emptied the rest, filling her until it leaked out around his shaft.

Mira and Aria breathed heavily, chests heaving as they felt Elion’s hot seed flood their wombs, a warm, sticky fullness that pushed them toward exhaustion.

Considering how they’d both already orgasmed more than ten times each—waves of ecstasy crashing over them in endless succession—they were utterly tired and spent, muscles aching, bodies slick with sweat and cum.

They thought surely that’s enough, right? But when they twisted their heads back to look, they found his stiff rod waiting once more, still hard and glistening, ready to penetrate them again.

The two girls locked eyes and shared a wry smile, a mix of awe and resignation passing between them.

“We might need more sisters to help with Elion in the future, Aria, ” Mira said grimly, a tired laugh bubbling up despite everything.

After that, Elion pounded them in different positions all night, ravaging them like a beast. He flipped them onto their sides, fucking one while the other licked and sucked at his balls or their joined bodies.

He bent them over the edge of the bed, alternating thrusts until they screamed. On their knees, he took their mouths in turn, then bent them forward to claim their asses—stretching those tight rings with slow, insistent pressure before hammering in deep.

Aria finally got the full anal experience, and it could only be said that she truly enjoyed herself.

He pounded them in missionary with their legs hooked over his shoulders, and then cowgirl, where they rode him until their thighs burned, reverse where he gripped their waists and bounced them on his length.

Every hole, every angle—he claimed it all, his stamina was endless in his detached state, drawing out more orgasms from them until their voices grew hoarse.

At some point, exhaustion overtook them both; Mira and Aria passed out mid-thrust, their bodies going limp and twitching in overstimulation.

But Elion continued, pounding their unconscious forms through two more rounds, his cock sliding easily into their soaked, filled-up pussies.

It was only after the third round post-blackout—that his hips finally slowed as he pumped one last release inside Aria—that he let go of their waists, pulling out with a final, wet slide.

Their little pink pussies and folds had become swollen and a deeper shade of pink, abused and tender from the marathon, cum oozed from both entrances in thick trails down their thighs.

It was only then that the wisps of cold smoke vanished from Elion’s eyes, the icy aura fading as warmth returned to his gaze. He blinked, awareness flooding back, taking in the scene: the two women sprawled bonelessly on the bed, marked and sated, the room heavy with the musky smell of sex, sweat, and cum.

“Oh….” It didn’t take him long to realize what had happened. In the end, he could only sigh in regret, running a hand through the pair of girls’ damp hair.

“I’m sorry, Mira, Aria.” But still, what’s done was done; there was nothing he could do about it now.

He could only hope they had enjoyed themselves and that he hadn’t done too much damage, gently pulling a sheet over their exhausted forms as he slid into bed beside them.

He was probably drowning in system points right now, but the last thing on his mind was checking his status.

Fatigue finally caught up to him now that he was back to his senses, and it took him no time at all to fall asleep.