Chapter 198: Reckless riding
Eren pulled his dick out of Lyralei, slick and wet, the sound of their separation a loud schlick. He then turned, his dick still throbbing and wet, and plunged it into Sylvara, burying himself deep inside her, a new cry erupting from her lips. Then, with a quick, powerful shift, he pulled out of Sylvara and slammed himself back into Lyralei, completing the cycle.
The rhythm of their lovemaking became a dizzying, frantic exchange. Eren moved between the two women with a blur of motion, his body a conduit for their pleasure. His dick, thick and hard, was in one, then the other, the wet schlick of his withdrawal immediately followed by the wet thump of his entry. Lyralei and Sylvara were a mirror image, their bodies braced against the cool stone wall, their hips bucking and writhing, their moans a wild, untamed chorus.
He was a man possessed, his senses overwhelmed by the dual sensations. He would pound into Lyralei, his dick driving deep inside her, his mouth sucking at her breast, his hand reaching out to Sylvara’s eager pussy. He would tease, then thrust, his fingers working her clit with a maddening precision that made her writhe against the wall. He would then shift, plunging his dick into Sylvara, his hand now moving to Lyralei’s breast, cupping its fullness, his thumb tracing the sensitive nipple.
The sounds in the chamber were a wild chorus of raw desire and intense pleasure: the wet schlick of his dick, the soft squish of his fingers, the rhythmic thud of bodies against the wall, and the uninhibited screams and moans of the two elven women.
Eren spent long moments like this, pushing both women to their limits, ensuring their pleasure was as intense as his own. He would pound into Lyralei, watching her face twist with ecstasy, then shift his focus to Sylvara, driving his fingers deeper, making her cry out with desperate longing. He felt the tension building in both of them, a palpable energy that fueled his own. The soft glow of the crystals on the wall seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm.
He felt Lyralei’s body convulse, felt the powerful contractions around his dick, signaling her approaching climax. He drove into her, harder and faster, pushing her towards the edge. Her entire body shook uncontrollably, every muscle taut, every nerve screaming with ecstasy. Her breasts bounced wildly, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"I’m... I’m going to... AHHHHH! OH GOD!" Lyralei shrieked, her voice tearing as her body seized around his dick. He emptied himself deep inside her, shaking with his own powerful release as her body spasmed violently, her entire frame trembling from the sheer force of her release.
He pulled his dick out of Lyralei, slick and wet, the sound of their separation a loud schlick. He then turned, his dick still throbbing and wet, and plunged it into Sylvara, burying himself deep inside her, a new cry erupting from her lips. Then, with a quick, powerful shift, he pulled out of Sylvara and slammed himself back into Lyralei, completing the cycle. The air was thick with the scent of their passion, a heady mix of sweat and arousal. The soft glow of the crystals on the wall seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm.
He spent long moments like this, pushing both women to their limits, ensuring their pleasure was as intense as his own. He would pound into Lyralei, watching her face twist with ecstasy, then shift his focus to Sylvara, driving his fingers deeper, making her cry out with desperate longing. He felt the tension building in both of them, a palpable energy that fueled his own.
He felt Lyralei’s body convulse, felt the powerful contractions around his dick, signaling her approaching climax. He drove into her, harder and faster, pushing her towards the edge. Her entire body shook uncontrollably, every muscle taut, every nerve screaming with ecstasy. Her breasts bounced wildly, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure.