Chapter 989 - 987-Good Girls Need Reward[5].

I chuckled, breathing heavy, stroking Luminara’s hair as she licked the last drops of my cum from her lips, her black eyes gleaming with that competitive fire, glancing sideways at Eira, who returned the look with a smug, satisfied smirk. Their faces were flushed, marked with streaks of my release, their mouths swollen from pleasuring me, and fuck, if it didn’t make my cock twitch back to full hardness almost instantly.

These two—my devoted elven sluts, virgins aching to be filled, competing for every inch of my dominance, and they loved to be controlled and dominated, one of the other reasons I picked them up. But I was in control, and it was time to take what was mine, starting with Eira. Her dark skin glowed under the lantern light, her large ass still quivering from her earlier orgasm, black stockings taut around her thighs, heels planted firmly as if bracing for the storm I was about to unleash.

"Eira, my greedy little whore," I growled, my voice thick with lust, layered with the affection that made her melt—knowing she was cherished even as I degraded her. "You’ve earned the first fuck. Spread those legs and show me that virgin pussy again."

She whimpered, "Ahn~ Yes, Master... take me," her brown eyes locking onto mine with pure devotion, her long ears twitching wildly as she lay back on the bed, parting her thighs wide, her black skirt hiked up to her waist, panties long discarded. Her pussy was a sight—dark lips, puffy and slick, clit peeking out like a needy pearl, juices still dripping from her squirting climax earlier. The scent hit me—musky, sweet, intoxicating, making my mouth water.

Luminara pouted, her large breasts heaving as she settled beside us on the bed, one hand trailing down her lean body to her own exposed cunt, fingers circling her clit lightly—around, around—but I grabbed her wrist.

"Watch. Touch yourself if you must, but don’t cum. See how I ruin her for anyone else." Her black eyes narrowed in jealousy, but she nodded, biting her lip, her silver-streaked hair fanning out as she positioned herself to observe every filthy detail, her skin-colored stockings whispering against the sheets as she spread her legs slightly, heels digging in for stability.

I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself between Eira’s thighs, my hands roaming her body first—slow, possessive touches to build that aching tension. My palms slid up her black-stockinged legs, feeling the sheer fabric cling to her dark skin, warm and smooth beneath, thumbs pressing into her inner thighs, spreading her wider.

"You’re so fucking wet for me, Eira... this tight little cunt begging to be stretched." I leaned down, my mouth finding her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat—lick, suck, lick—nipping at the sensitive spot just below her ear, making her arch, her small breasts pressing against my chest, nipples hard like diamonds scraping my skin.

"Ahn~ Master... please, inside me," she begged, her voice breathy, emotional—love mixed with raw need, her hands clutching my shoulders, nails digging in lightly. I kissed lower, my tongue tracing her collarbone, then down to her small tits—circling one nipple slowly with my tip—around, flick, around—before taking it fully into my mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing the bud.

She tasted divine—skin slightly salty from arousal, the faint floral of her perfume lingering, her body trembling under me as I switched to the other breast—suck, bite, suck—my hand kneading the free one, thumb rolling the nipple in firm presses—pinch, release, pinch.

Luminara watched intently, her fingers now dipping into her own pussy—thrust, curl, thrust—matching my rhythm, her large tits bouncing with her breaths, black eyes glazed with envy.

"I want in soon~" she murmured, competitive edge sharp, but I ignored her for now, focusing on Eira.

My free hand slid down Eira’s side, tracing the curve of her waist, then to her large ass—squeezing the plush flesh, fingers digging in deep, feeling it yield under my grip. "This ass... fuck, it’s perfect for pounding," I growled against her breast, lifting her hips slightly to grind my cock against her slick folds—up and down, teasing her entrance, the head catching on her clit each time. She whined, "Nngh~ Master... fill me... I’m yours~" The words sent a jolt through me, her devotion hitting that emotional core—innocent yet filthy, competing to be the best fuck.

I positioned myself, the thick head of my cock pressing against her virgin entrance—slow at first, inching in, feeling her walls stretch around me, hot and tight like a vice. "Relax... take every inch like the good girl you are."

She gasped, "Ahn~ It’s so big... splitting me..." but her hips bucked up, eager, her pussy clenching as I pushed deeper—thrust, pause, thrust—bottoming out finally, buried to the hilt in her heat. The sensation was overwhelming—wet, velvety, gripping me like she never wanted to let go.

I started slow, pulling back almost fully, then slamming in deep—thrust, grind, thrust—building that repetitive rhythm, each plunge hitting her depths, making her large ass jiggle against my thighs.

My hands played with her body relentlessly—one on her ass, squeezing, spanking lightly—slap, knead, slap—feeling the flesh redden under my palm, while the other roamed her tits, pinching her nipples hard—twist, pull, twist—drawing sharp cries from her.

"You love this, don’t you? Being fucked like my personal toy while she watches."

"Yes~ Ahn~ Harder, Master... ruin my pussy," Eira moaned, her brown eyes tearing up from pleasure, her long ears quivering as I pounded faster now, the bed creaking under us. I leaned down, tasting her again—my tongue lapping at her neck, then her breasts, sucking a nipple into my mouth mid-thrust—suck, thrust, suck—tasting the mix of sweat and her skin, salty-sweet, addictive. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around me—squeeze, release, squeeze—milking my cock, juices soaking my balls, the wet slap of skin echoing filthy in the room.

Luminara’s breath came in pants, her fingers thrusting deeper into herself—three now, curling to hit her spot—thrust, moan, thrust—her large breasts heaving, nipples pinched by her free hand. "Ummm....I can do better," she taunted, but her voice broke on a whimper, eyes fixed on where my cock disappeared into Eira’s dark folds, stretching her wide.

I flipped Eira onto her stomach suddenly, her large ass up in the air, heels still on, black stockings framing the view perfectly. "Ass up, slut... let me pound you deeper." She complied, arching her back, her face buried in the sheets, moaning muffled—"Mmh~ Yes~"—as I slammed back in from behind, my hips slapping her ass—slap, thrust, slap—the rhythm brutal now, my balls smacking her clit with each drive. My hands gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, thumbs teasing her puckered hole—circle, press, circle—adding that extra dirtiness, making her buck wildly.

"Fuck, your ass feels amazing... bouncing on my cock like that," I groaned, spanking her harder—crack, jiggle, crack—watching the dark skin bloom pink under my palm. I reached around, fingers finding her clit—rub, pinch, rub—circling it in time with my thrusts, building her toward another edge.

She tasted even better like this— I leaned over her back, licking the sweat from her spine—lap up, down, lap—tasting the salty trail, my other hand tangling in her brown hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck, biting down gently—nip, suck, nip—marking her as mine.

"Ahn~ Master! I’m cumming~!" Eira screamed, her pussy spasming around me, walls fluttering wildly—clench, release, clench—juices squirting out around my cock, soaking the sheets, her body shaking violently. The sight, the feel—hot, wet, gripping—pushed me closer, but I held back, pounding through her orgasm—thrust, grind deep, thrust—drawing it out, her moans turning to sobs of pleasure.

Luminara was fingering herself frantically now—thrust, curl, thrust—her black eyes wide, lips parted in awe and jealousy. "She’s squirting again... Master, make her take your cum." The words spurred me, the competition fueling the fire.

I flipped Eira back over, wanting to see her face—those brown eyes filled with love and lust—as I claimed her fully. Legs over my shoulders, her heels dangling, stockings rubbing my skin, I drove in deep—bottoming out each time, grinding against her cervix. "You’re mine, Eira... this womb is for my cum." My hands played everywhere—squeezing her small tits, pinching nipples—twist, roll, twist—then down to her ass, lifting her for deeper angles, fingers digging into the plush flesh.

"Yes~ Fill me... breed your slut~ Ahn~!" she cried, her pussy clenching desperately, emotional devotion pouring out in every moan. The rhythm intensified—thrust hard, pull back slow, thrust—my balls slapping her ass, the wet sounds obscene—schlick, slap, schlick. I tasted her lips now, kissing her deeply, tongue tangling—swirl, suck, swirl—tasting my own cum lingering on her breath, mixed with her sweetness.

The pressure built, coiling tight—her walls milking me relentlessly—squeeze, flutter, squeeze—and with a final, brutal thrust, I buried deep, cumming hard—"Fuck, Eira! Take it all!"—hot spurts flooding her womb, pulse after thick pulse, filling her to overflowing, cum leaking out around my cock. She shattered again with me—"Nngh~ Master! So full~!"—her pussy spasming, squirting once more, mixing our releases in a filthy mess.

I collapsed over her, still buried inside, kissing her forehead tenderly—the roughness fading to affection—as she panted, smiling weakly, her body limp and satisfied. "I love you, Master... your cum inside me..." Luminara watched, fingers still buried in her cunt, eyes hungry. "My turn next... I’ll take more."

But for now, Eira was mine, claimed deep, her womb marked. The night burned on.