CHAPTER 193: ONE SUCK,ONE FUCK

Lyralei turned, presenting her beautiful, curved ass to him, her back arching slightly. "Your turn now, Veilwalker," she whispered, her voice a low, seductive invitation. She reached back, taking his hand, and gently guided his dick towards her wet, waiting entrance.

Eren’s fingers wrapped around Lyralei’s hip, his thumb brushing against her slick, eager opening. Her words, a soft purr in the quiet room, ignited a fresh wave of desire within him. He felt the soft, yielding flesh of her bottom against his hand as he guided his hard dick.

With a deep breath, Lyralei slowly lowered herself. Eren felt the warm, wet embrace of her pussy as his dick, thick and engorged, slid inside her. She took him in inch by agonizing inch, a slow, deliberate descent.

"Ohh... ahh... yes," she moaned, a low, drawn-out sound of pure pleasure as his tip, then his head, and finally his full length buried deep within her. He was completely inside her, feeling her tight, welcoming grip around him.

Lyralei began to ride, a slow, sensual movement, her body swaying gently above him. She didn’t pump fast. Instead, she moved with deliberate grace, her hips rotating in a languid circle, drawing out every exquisite sensation. Her hair, like a silver waterfall, cascaded around them as she moved, sometimes brushing his face, sometimes obscuring her own. Her eyes, half-closed, were filled with a blissful haze, her lips parted in a soft, continuous moan.

"Mmm... so good... so full," she whispered, her voice husky, almost lost in the sounds of their joining. She leaned forward, pressing her bare breasts against his chest, their tips brushing against his skin, sending shivers through him. Each slow rise and fall brought her nipples closer to his mouth, teasing him, inviting him to take them.

As Lyralei continued her slow, seductive ride, Sylvara moved to Eren’s side. She knelt beside him, her dark hair falling around her face, and her eyes, bright with desire, dropped to his balls. Without a word, she began to lick them, her tongue warm and agile, tracing the sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure through him. She suckled gently, then harder, drawing his balls into her mouth, her lips creating a soft suction that made him groan.

"Ahhh... Sylvara... yes," he gasped, his head falling back against the pillows.

While her mouth worked its magic on his balls, Sylvara leaned up, her lips finding his. She kissed him deeply, passionately, her tongue swirling with his, tasting him, claiming him. Her hand, free now, moved to his chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, her fingers dancing lightly over his nipples, making them harden beneath her touch. She pressed her full breasts against his side, their softness a delicious counterpoint to the intensity below.

Lyralei continued her slow, mesmerizing ride. Her movements were a sensual dance, her hips rotating, grinding, then lifting slightly before lowering again, each descent burying him deeper, milking him with exquisite precision. She leaned forward, her nipples brushing against his lips. He took one into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, drawing on her, feeling her body tense and relax with each pull. He alternated between her nipples, sometimes just teasing them with his tongue, sometimes taking them fully into his mouth, drawing out her soft whimpers.

"Ohh... Eren... don’t stop... please..." Lyralei moaned, her voice breaking with pleasure. Her body, high above him, shook with each slow, deliberate thrust, the impact vibrating through her.

Sylvara, meanwhile, kept her mouth on his balls, occasionally lifting her head to deepen her kiss, or to whisper words of encouragement and praise against his lips. Her hand, ever busy, traced patterns on his inner thigh, then moved lower, her fingers brushing dangerously close to her own pussy. The soft friction of her fingers against his skin, coupled with the wet warmth of her mouth, pulled him deeper into the blissful haze.

After a long period of this exquisite dual stimulation, Lyralei’s rides became more urgent, her hips bucking with increasing speed. Her moans escalated to frantic gasps, her body trembling above him. He felt the tell-tale tightening around his dick, the familiar squeezing that signaled her approaching climax.

"I’m... I’m going to... AHHHHH!" she shrieked, her voice tearing as her body seized around his dick. He hammered into her, pushing her through wave after wave of pleasure. Her body spasmed violently, arching above him, trembling from the sheer force of her release. Her entire body shook uncontrollably, her breasts bouncing wildly against his face, a dizzying, intoxicating rhythm that propelled him onward.

He roared, his own climax hitting him with sudden, brutal force. He emptied himself deep inside her, shaking with his own powerful release as her body continued to convulse around his.

He stayed buried in her, both of them panting, spent. Lyralei slowly lowered herself, her body limp against his, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He slowly pulled out, his dick slick and wet, a soft, wet schlick sound as they separated.

Lyralei lay beside him for a moment, her head resting on his chest, her hair spread around them like a silver halo. Her body still trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Sylvara, ever attentive, leaned over him, her eyes dark with a hunger that had not yet been sated. She looked from Lyralei to Eren, then, with a subtle shift of her body, she slightly parted her legs, presenting her own pussy to him. It was swollen, glistening wet, ready and waiting. Her gaze met his, a silent, powerful invitation. Her hand went to her own clit, giving it a light, teasing rub, then she moved her fingers into her pussy, slowly, deliberately, her eyes never leaving his.

Eren understood. He shifted, his body aching but his dick already stirring, responding to the blatant invitation. He leaned over, his head positioned perfectly between her legs. He began to lick, his tongue sweeping over her, tasting her, absorbing her essence. He sucked lightly, drawing on her, pulling out soft, whimpering moans. He teased, then soothed, building the tension, pushing her closer to the edge without ever quite letting her go.

"Please... Eren... I can’t... Oh, God! Don’t stop! Never stop!" she pleaded, her voice tearing with raw desire. Her hands in his hair tightened, pulling him even closer, pressing her pussy harder against his mouth. He heard the faint squish of her wetness as his tongue worked inside. The sweet, musky taste of her filled his mouth, a heady perfume that made his senses reel.

He pushed her further, his tongue a blur of motion, driving her to the absolute limit. He sucked on her clit, a deep, pulling suction that made her cry out. He felt her wetness pouring over his face, warm and thick, mixing with the cool droplets of water that still clung to her skin. He tasted her, fully, completely. At the same time, his fingers plunged into her, stretching her, filling her, twisting and swirling deep inside. He felt her inner muscles clench and release around his fingers, a profound, intimate embrace.

He continued this dual assault, his mouth devouring her clit, his fingers working tirelessly inside her, pushing her closer and closer to the breaking point. She bucked her hips wildly, crying out his name, her body convulsing with every stroke of his tongue and fingers. He could feel the desperate urgency in her body, the way she was writhing, pushing her pussy against his hand and mouth.

"Yes! Oh, my God! AHHHHH!"

She shrieked, her voice tearing as her body seized around his tongue and fingers. A powerful, hot gush erupted from her, drenching his face, his hair, his mouth. It was thick, warm, and sweet, flooding his senses. She spasmed violently, her entire body arching and trembling, squeezing every last drop of pleasure from herself. He continued to work her, relentlessly, absorbing her every ripple until her body finally went limp, utterly spent, breathing in ragged gasps.

He stayed there for a moment, allowing her warmth to wash over him, tasting the salty sweetness of her come. He felt her breathe, slowly, deeply, as the tremors faded. After a long moment, he slowly lifted his head, his face slick and glistening with her essence. He looked up at her, his eyes blazing, a smear of her wetness on his chin.

Sylvara looked down at him, her pale eyes half-closed, her lips swollen, a deep satisfaction painted across her face. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. She took a moment, regaining her breath, her gaze lingering on his face, which was now marked by her pleasure.

He slowly rose from between her legs, his dick, now soft but still capable, already beginning to stir again. He looked at Lyralei, who lay beside them, her breathing soft and even, already drifting into a contented sleep. Then he looked back at Sylvara, who was watching him with a wide, inviting gaze, her pussy still glistening, silently beckoning.

It was her turn.