CHAPTER 191: TWO BEAUTIFUL GUARDS

Eren looked between the two guards, noting their genuine enthusiasm and obvious anticipation. They clearly saw this as a privilege rather than a duty, and their excitement was infectious.

Rose finally spoke. "It’s your choice, Master Eren. But I will say that these two have been specifically prepared for this opportunity. Kiada doesn’t make such offers lightly."

As if on cue, both Lyralei and Sylvara began to remove their remaining undergarments. Their movements were fluid, unhurried, each piece of fabric falling away to reveal their stunning elven forms. Eren watched, mesmerized, as the last of their clothes pooled at their feet.

Lyralei stood before him, tall and graceful, her skin like alabaster in the soft glow of the room. Her breasts were full and rounded, rising beautifully from her slender ribcage, their nipples a delicate rose hue, already peeking out with excitement. Her waist curved inwards sharply, leading to hips that flared in a captivating line, culminating in a firm, shapely bottom that seemed sculpted from moonlight. Her legs were long and elegant, hinting at both strength and grace.

Sylvara, a touch shorter but no less striking, moved with a vibrant energy. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Lyralei’s, but perfectly formed, sitting high and pert, with darker, prominent nipples that seemed to invite a touch. Her figure was athletic, yet sensuously curved, her stomach flat, and her bottom was a tight, inviting curve that promised an energetic response. Her thighs were toned, suggesting a dancer’s agility. Both women had long, dark hair that cascaded down their backs, shimmering faintly in the ambient light, adorned with tiny, glittering gems. They radiated a potent, natural beauty, completely unadorned and utterly captivating.

They stood for a moment, letting him take in their naked forms, their eyes locked on his, filled with an open invitation. Then, Lyralei extended a hand towards the large, silken bed.

"Please, Veilwalker," she said, her voice a soft, seductive murmur, "come to us."

Sylvara echoed her, her voice a breathy whisper. "Let us show our gratitude for your exceptional achievements."

Eren felt a powerful pull, an undeniable urge to obey. His body, still humming from his previous exertions, responded instantly, his dick hardening even further. He walked towards the bed, his gaze fixed on the two beautiful elves who waited for him.

He settled onto the soft silks, and immediately, both women moved, one on each side, pressing close against him. Lyralei leaned in from his left, her soft breast brushing his side, while Sylvara draped herself across his chest, her hair spilling over his shoulder.

Their lips found his, a tandem assault of soft, warm mouths. Lyralei took his left side, her kiss deep and exploratory, her tongue swirling with his. Sylvara captured his right, her kiss more urgent, more demanding, her soft moans muffled against his mouth. They kissed him together, a long, drawn-out embrace that seemed to melt time. Their lips were soft, hungry, tasting of exotic sweetness and raw desire. Their tongues danced together, teasing, demanding, exploring every inch of his mouth.

As they kissed him, Lyralei’s hand moved down, searching for his dick. Her fingers found him, thick and throbbing, and began to rub him slowly, gently, through his clothing. The sensation was exquisite, amplifying the kisses, sending shivers through his entire body. She stroked him rhythmically, a light, teasing touch that made him groan deep in his throat.

Sylvara, meanwhile, shifted her body, pressing her full breasts against his chest, her nipples brushing against his skin, sending sparks of sensation through him. She deepened her kiss, sucking on his lower lip, then teasing the corner of his mouth with her tongue.

The long kiss continued, a dizzying blend of soft lips, swirling tongues, and the maddening touch on his dick. He felt himself growing harder, straining against his clothes. They broke the kiss simultaneously, their lips swollen, their eyes dark with hunger.

Sylvara, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, reached down and, with a swift, aggressive motion, unfastened his trousers and pulled his thick, hard dick free. It sprang out, hot and engorged, pulsing with life. She gasped, her eyes widening slightly at his impressive size.

"Oh, my," she breathed, her voice a low, throaty purr. Her fingers wrapped around him, squeezing gently, feeling his thick shaft.

Lyralei leaned in, her gaze dropping to his throbbing dick. A slow, sensual smile spread across her lips. "It’s even more magnificent than the legends say."

Sylvara then lowered her head, her lips parting slowly. She took the very tip of his dick into her mouth, a soft, warm embrace that sent immediate jolts of pleasure through him. She didn’t plunge, didn’t hurry. Instead, she savored the initial contact, letting the warmth of her mouth envelop just the very tip. Her tongue, warm and agile, flicked out, tracing the swollen rim of his head, slowly coating it with her abundant saliva.

"Mmm... ohh..." Eren groaned, a deep, guttural sound he couldn’t hold back. His hands instinctively reached out, finding their soft, dark hair, threading his fingers through it, holding their heads gently.

Lyralei, not to be outdone, moved to his other side, her body pressing against him. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Sylvara’s head as she looked at his dick. Her hand went to his balls, cupping them gently, her thumb circling the sensitive skin.

Sylvara continued her slow, deliberate work. Her mouth was a perfect rhythm, deep pulls that took his breath away, followed by slow slides out. He felt her tongue swirling, licking, and her lips creating a strong suction that made his dick swell even more. Her free hand, which had been resting on his thigh, now moved to cup his balls, gently lifting them, her thumb circling the sensitive skin. The combined sensation of her mouth on his dick and Lyralei’s touch on his balls was almost too much.

"Ahhh... so good... so wet..." he gasped, his voice already strained with pleasure.

She opened her mouth wider, just slightly, and took a little more of him in, then released him, only to take him in again, slowly, drawing him deeper with each gentle suck. Her lips were soft, her cheeks hollowing as she created a perfect vacuum around him. He felt the profound warmth, the sensual pressure, pulling him further inside her. She swallowed him whole, slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until his balls brushed against her chin. He was completely buried in her mouth, a perfect fit, the sensation amplified by her unyielding presence.

She didn’t move fast. Her pace was languid, seductive, each suck long and drawn out. Her lips worked him with a soft, persistent pressure, drawing him in, then releasing him slowly, only to draw him in again. Her tongue painted his shaft, slicking him with her saliva, making every movement smoother, more intense. He could feel the soft texture of her tongue, tracing patterns over his skin, teasing, arousing him further.

"Oh, God, ... so deep... so warm..." he groaned, his head falling back against the bed as he savored the profound sensation.

Lyralei, sensing the building intensity, leaned closer, her own breath hot against his thigh. She looked at Sylvara, then back at Eren’s dick, her eyes shining with eager anticipation.

Sylvara continued her slow, deliberate pace. Her mouth was a perfect rhythm, deep pulls that took his breath away, followed by slow slides out. He felt her tongue swirling, licking, and her lips creating a strong suction that made his dick swell even more. Her free hand, which had been resting on his thigh, now moved to cup his balls, gently lifting them, her thumb circling the sensitive skin. The combined sensation of her mouth on his dick and her hand on his balls was almost too much.

Eren was completely lost in the sensation, his eyes locked on the ceiling, unable to look away. Her technique was pure art, making him feel every single movement, every lick, every suck. He could hear her soft hums, the wet sounds of her mouth on his skin, mixing with his own deep moans. She varied the pressure, sometimes soft and light, sometimes deeper and more demanding, pushing him closer to the edge without ever quite letting him go. He felt his body clench, already anticipating his next release

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She was taking her time, making him wait, building the pressure inside him to an unbearable level. His fingers tightened in her hair, gripping it, silently urging her on. He felt his dick harden further, straining against the confines of her mouth.

"Ahhh... don’t stop... please..." he pleaded, his voice ragged, utterly consumed by her.

Sylvara’s eyes, dark and triumphant, seemed to burn into his. A slow, seductive smile spread across her face, a silent acknowledgment of his submission. She increased the suction slightly, her cheeks hollowing, pulling him even deeper into his mouth. She continued her slow, powerful rhythm, milking him with every stroke, drawing out long, drawn-out moans from him.

After a long, drawn-out period that seemed to stretch time itself, Sylvara slowly pulled her mouth away. His dick, thick and hard, glistened wetly, streaked with her saliva. He breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling, his body still humming with the profound pleasure she had given him.

Lyralei looked from Eren’s pulsing dick to Sylvara, a competitive glint in her eye. She reached out, her hand gently touching Sylvara’s shoulder.

"Perhaps, dear sister," Lyralei purred, her voice low and sensuous, "we should take this one at a time."