Chapter 988 - 986-Good Girls Needs Reward[3].

"Round one to both of you," I said, smirking as I stood there, my cock throbbing hard against my pants, aching from the sight of them—Eira and Luminara, sprawled on the bed, skirts hiked up, pussies still glistening from their squirting orgasms, stockings intact and heels digging into the sheets like anchors in their submission.

Their eyes, brown and black, burned with that mix of lust and rivalry, their long elven ears twitching in anticipation. They were mine—devoted, untouched until now, and ready to compete for every drop of my approval. "But now... show me how you please your master."

I unbuckled my belt slowly, drawing out the moment, the leather whispering against the fabric as I pulled it free. Their gazes dropped to my crotch, hungry, and I could feel the emotional pull—their love for me layered with that desperate need to outdo each other, to be the one who made me groan loudest, cum hardest.

Eira shifted first, her dark skin flushing deeper, her small breasts heaving as she licked her lips. Luminara, with her large tits still exposed and nipples hard as diamonds, leaned forward slightly, her silver-streaked hair falling over one shoulder like a veil of temptation.

"You’ll take turns," I commanded, my voice low and rough, laced with the affection that made them melt even as I degraded them. "Eira, my dark beauty... You first. Show me how much you want to taste your master."

I unzipped my pants, shoving them down along with my boxers, my cock springing free—thick, veined, and long, the head already slick with pre-cum, pulsing in the air like a promise of the filth to come. It was big, bigger than they might have imagined in their virgin fantasies, the shaft curving slightly upward, ready to stretch, to claim.

Eira’s brown eyes widened, a soft whimper escaping her—"Mmm~ Master... It’s so big..."—but she crawled forward on the bed, her large ass swaying under the rumpled black skirt, black stockings whispering against the sheets.

She positioned herself at the edge, knees spread, heels pointed back, her face inches from my cock. I tangled my fingers in her brown hair, guiding her closer, feeling the warmth of her breath on my skin. "Open wide. Worship it like the devoted secretaries you are."

She obeyed, her plush lips parting, tongue darting out to lick the tip tentatively at first—lap, swirl, lap—tasting the salty pre-cum, her eyes locking onto mine with that emotional depth, love shining through the lust.

"Ahn~ It tastes... so good," she murmured, her voice breathy, before taking the head into her mouth, sucking gently, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed shallowly. Around and around her tongue circled the ridge, slow and rhythmic, building that tension, making my balls tighten already.

"Good girl," I growled, my hand tightening in her hair, pushing her deeper inch by inch. Her mouth was hot, wet, enveloping me like velvet, her sharp elven teeth grazing just enough to add that edge of danger without pain. She gagged slightly as I hit the back of her throat—her first time, after all—but she pushed through, her large ass clenching as she adjusted, bobbing faster now—up and down, suck, release.

Saliva dripped from her lips, coating my shaft, making it glisten, and I thrust gently, fucking her mouth in shallow pumps, feeling her tongue flatten against the underside, lapping at the veins.

Luminara watched from the side, her black eyes narrowed in jealousy, one hand drifting to her thigh, fingers tracing the edge of her skin-colored stockings, but I shot her a look.

"Touch yourself if you want, but don’t cum. Save it for when you compete." She bit her lip, nodding, her fingers slipping under her grey skirt to circle her clit lightly—around, around—matching Eira’s rhythm, her large breasts bouncing with her breaths.

Eira picked up pace, her head bobbing relentlessly—deep throat, pull back, deep throat—her hands coming up to cup my balls, massaging them gently, rolling them in her palms while her tongue swirled the head on each upstroke.

"Mmh~ Master... cum in my mouth... please," she begged around my cock, the words muffled but desperate, her ears quivering with excitement. The emotional layer hit me—her innocence mixed with this filthy devotion, competing to be the best for me. I gripped her hair harder, thrusting deeper, feeling her throat convulse around me—tight, hot, milking.

"You’re such a greedy cocksucker, Eira... taking it all like a good girl~" The degradation made her moan vibrationally around me—"Nngh~ Yes~"—sending shocks up my spine. I fucked her mouth harder now, the wet sounds filling the room—glk, slurp, glk—her saliva dripping down my balls, pooling on the floor.

Her large ass jiggled with each thrust, her heels scraping the bed as she braced herself. The buildup was intense, repetitive—thrust, suck, thrust—my balls tightening, the pressure coiling low in my gut.

With a final deep push, I came, roaring her name—"Fuck, Eira!"—hot spurts flooding her mouth, thick and salty, pulse after pulse. She swallowed eagerly, her throat working around me—gulp, gulp—milking every drop, her eyes watering but filled with happiness, love shining through as she pulled back slowly, licking her lips clean. "Ahn~ Thank you, Master... it was delicious," she whispered, beaming, her body trembling from the act, proud she’d made me cum first.

I stroked her cheek tenderly, the affection cutting through the dirtiness. "Perfect." But the competition burned on—Luminara’s turn now, her black eyes blazing with determination.

"Your chance, Luminara. Make me cum harder than she did, you silver-haired bitch." I guided her forward, her lean body sliding into place, her large breasts pressing against my thighs as she knelt, heels still on, grey skirt bunched at her waist.

She eyed my cock—still hard, slick from Eira’s mouth—and leaned in, her forked tongue (wait, no, she’s an elf, but in the heat of the moment, her tongue felt like fire) flicking the tip—lap, tease, lap—tasting the remnants of my cum mixed with Eira’s saliva. "Mmm~ So thick... I’ll do better," she promised, her voice husky, competitive edge sharp.

She took me in deeper from the start, her mouth stretching around my girth, bobbing with purpose—down, suck, up—her hands wrapping around the base, stroking what she couldn’t fit, twisting gently—twist, pump, twist. Her large tits bounced with the motion, nipples grazing my skin, adding that extra layer of sensation.

I groaned, "That’s it... show Eira how a real slutty secretary sucks cock." The words spurred her on, her head moving faster, throat relaxing to take more—glk, swallow, glk—saliva bubbling at the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her breasts, making them shine.

Eira, not one to sit idle, leaned in closer, her hand reaching to fondle my balls—roll, squeeze, roll—helping her rival, but with a smirk that said she was still ahead. Luminara glared at her through watery eyes, but moaned around me—"Nngh~ Mine..."—vibrating my shaft, her tongue pressing flat against the underside, lapping in long strokes while she bobbed. The rhythm was hypnotic, building that filthy tension—suck, stroke, suck—my hips thrusting to meet her, fucking her face with controlled power.

"You’re competing so hard, my lean little cumslut... want my load down your throat?" She nodded frantically, her ears twitching, silver hair swaying as she deep-throated me fully now, nose pressing against my pelvis, holding there—clench, release, clench—milking me with her throat muscles. The emotional rush hit—her devotion, layered with that virgin innocence, pushing her to extremes to please me, to win.

I came with a guttural growl—"Luminara! Fuck!"—spurting thick ropes into her mouth, hotter this time, filling her cheeks until she swallowed greedily—gulp, moan, gulp—her eyes locked on mine, triumphant, as she pulled off, a string of cum connecting her lips to my tip. She licked it clean, smiling wickedly. "Ahn~ Sweeter than I dreamed, Master... did I win?"

I chuckled, breathing heavy, stroking her hair. "Close, but now... both of you. Compete together. Make your master cum again." They exchanged a heated glance—rivalry flaring—but moved as one, kneeling side by side, their bodies pressing close, stockings rubbing against each other.

Eira started at my balls, her tongue lapping them slowly—circle one, suck, circle the other—while Luminara took the shaft, her mouth enveloping the head, bobbing shallowly—suck, swirl, suck. They competed in harmony, Eira’s hands stroking the base while Luminara’s cupped my ass, nails digging lightly—scratch, squeeze, scratch. "Mmh~ He’s mine to make cum," Eira murmured, nipping my sack gently, her large ass grinding against Luminara’s thigh for friction.

"No... watch this," Luminara retorted, deep-throating me again, her large tits pressing against Eira’s side, nipples rubbing in accidental tease. The dual assault was mind-blowing—Eira’s tongue now joining on the shaft, licking the underside while Luminara sucked the top—lap together, suck together, repeat. Saliva coated everything, dripping in strings, their moans mingling—"Ahn~", "Mmm~"—vibrating through me.

I guided them, hands in their hair, pushing them closer— "Work together.. compete for my cum." They did, Eira taking a turn to deep-throat while Luminara lapped my balls—switch, bob, switch—the rhythm relentless, building that coiling heat. Their bodies writhed, pussies dripping anew onto the sheets, heels clicking as they shifted for better angles.

The competition peaked—Eira sucking hard, Luminara stroking faster—twist, pump, twist—until I exploded, cum spraying across their faces first, then into open mouths—spurt, swallow, spurt. They lapped it up, messily taking a taste, tongues tangling with my seed between them.

Panting, I pulled them up, kissing each tender yet possessive. "You both win... for now." But the night was young, their virgin pussies still waiting to be claimed.