CHAPTER 197: SHARED FEAST

Eren walked towards the far wall of the chamber, a glint in his eye. He turned, facing Lyralei, and gestured towards the wall, then to her, a silent command. "To the wall. Ass up."

Lyralei’s eyes widened, a flicker of surprise, then pure anticipation. Without a word, she scrambled off the bed, her graceful form moving to the cool stone wall. She braced her hands against it, her back arching, her beautiful, curved bottom lifting, offering itself to him in silent obedience. Her short, silver hair fell forward, partially obscuring her face, but Eren could hear her soft, excited breathing.

Eren approached her, his gaze fixed on the moist, eager folds of her pussy. It was swollen and glistening from her previous climaxes, a tempting invitation. He leaned in, his own breath catching in his throat. He brought his hand to his mouth, collecting a generous amount of his saliva, thick and warm. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he brought his hand down, letting his spit glisten over her already wet pussy. He used his fingers to slowly, gently, spread the wetness, coating her inner lips, massaging her clit with the slippery warmth.

"Ohh... ahh... Eren," Lyralei moaned, a low, drawn-out sound of pure pleasure as his fingers, slick with his saliva, began to work their magic. He continued to rub slowly, teasingly, swirling his thumb over her sensitive clit, tracing the lines of her inner folds. He then slipped one finger inside her, then two, stretching her, filling her further, working them in and out with exquisite slowness. He paid particular attention to the swollen pearl of her clit, circling it, flicking it, pressing it with a maddening precision that made her squirm against the wall. He felt her inner walls clench and release around his fingers, a profound, intimate embrace. The combined sensations were almost overwhelming, making her hips buck and twist with fervent desire.

"Mmm... deeper... yes... just like that," she whispered, her voice husky, almost lost in the sounds of his movements. Her hips instinctively pushed back against his hand, urging him to go deeper, to take more. She whimpered, a soft, continuous sound of building desire. He took his time, prolonging the exquisite torture, listening to her ragged breaths, her soft pleas. He moved his fingers in and out, varying the speed, sometimes slow and teasing, sometimes a little faster, plunging deeper, making her gasp and arch her back even more.

"Please... Eren... I can’t... I need you... please," she begged, her voice tearing with raw longing. Her body trembled, her bottom clenching and releasing against his hand, a desperate invitation. Her whole body was shaking now, her legs threatening to give out as his relentless fingering drove her closer to the edge. He could feel her core tightening, the delicious tension building with every brush of his thumb, every deep thrust of his fingers.

Eren savored her desperation. He worked her for what felt like an eternity, her moans escalating, her body quivering, but he held back, making her beg. Finally, when she was practically writhing against the wall, her pussy dripping wet and open, he pulled his hand away. He brought his dick to his mouth, collecting a fresh coating of his saliva, moistening his thick shaft. Then, with a powerful, deliberate thrust, he pushed forward, burying himself deep inside her.

"AHHH!" Lyralei shrieked, her voice tearing as he filled her completely. She was incredibly tight, her muscles clenching around him, milking his dick with an exquisite intensity.

He began to move, slowly at first, a deep, rhythmic thrust that filled her completely. He pulled back, almost entirely, then plunged forward again, a slow, deliberate motion that made her moan. He moved with increasing power, his hips slamming into hers with a steady, relentless rhythm.

"Mmm... ohh... yes," she breathed, her voice a low hum against his ear. Her leg tightened around his waist, pulling him in even closer, urging him on. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss, her nails lightly scratching his scalp, a delicious sensation.

He pushed into her, faster and harder, his hips slamming into hers with rhythmic force. He held her breasts in his hands, kneading them gently, squeezing the soft flesh, his thumbs flicking her nipples. Her moans escalated, a continuous stream of desperate pleasure. Her body bucked and writhed beneath him, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in even closer. The rhythm grew more insistent, the wall shaking faintly with their combined efforts.

"Faster! Eren! Please! Pound me! Oh, God!" she shrieked, her voice tearing with raw desire.

He answered her pleas, driving into her with furious, unrelenting power. His hips slammed into hers, a hard, grinding motion that made her scream his name. He felt her inner walls milking him, pulling him deeper with every rapid, powerful thrust. Her wetness poured from her, drenching his dick and thighs, making every stroke slick and incredibly intense. He lowered his head, pressing his face into the side of her neck, inhaling her scent, tasting the salty sweat on her skin, while his dick continued its relentless assault.

Meanwhile, Sylvara, who had been watching from the bed, now slowly rose. Her eyes, dark with a hunger that had not yet been sated, were fixed on Eren and Lyralei. He looked over his shoulder, catching her gaze, and with a silent nod, gestured towards the wall, then to her, a clear command.

"Bring your ass here," he growled, his voice deep and rough, his hips never faltering in their rhythm.

Sylvara’s eyes widened, a spark of thrilling obedience in their depths. Without hesitation, she scrambled off the bed, her graceful form moving to the cool stone wall beside her sister. She braced her hands against it, her back arching, her beautiful, curved bottom lifting, offering itself to him in silent obedience, mirroring Lyralei’s position. Her dark hair fell forward, partially obscuring her face, but Eren could hear her soft, excited breathing.

Eren continued to pound into Lyralei, his dick driving deep inside her, his mouth sucking at her breast. His hand, now free, reached out towards Sylvara’s eager pussy. He moved slowly, deliberately, his fingers brushing against her outer lips, then delving into her wetness. He found her clit, swollen and eager, and began to rub it, a slow, circular motion that sent immediate jolts of pleasure through her. He then slipped a finger inside, then two, stretching her, filling her further, working them in and out while his dick continued its relentless thrusts into Lyralei.

"Ohh... ahh... Eren," Sylvara moaned, a low, drawn-out sound of pure pleasure as his fingers, slick with her wetness, began to work their magic. She bucked her hips wildly against his hand, her moans escalating, her body trembling. He continued to torment her, teasing her with quick, light touches, then plunging his fingers deep inside her, making her gasp and writhe with desperate longing.

Eren was a man possessed, his senses overwhelmed by the dual sensations. His dick pounded into Lyralei, his fingers worked Sylvara’s pussy, his mouth devoured Lyralei’s breast, and he could hear the symphony of their combined moans and cries. He pushed Lyralei harder, faster, driving her closer to the brink, while his fingers continued their relentless assault on Sylvara, making her writhe against the wall. He moved between them, a blur of motion, his body a conduit for their pleasure.

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. 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.

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 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.