CHAPTER 200: SO GOOD!!!

Eren lay on his back, his body slick with sweat. He looked at Lyralei and Sylvara, who were watching him, their eyes dark with a hunger that had not yet been sated. "Come," he commanded, his voice a low growl, his eyes fixed on their beautiful, expectant faces. "Both of you. Now."

Lyralei and Sylvara moved as one, their graceful forms gliding across the bed. They positioned themselves on either side of him, their silver and dark hair mingling on the pillow as they lowered their heads. Eren felt a surge of pure, primal anticipation. He looked from one to the other, his heart pounding in his chest.

Lyralei, with a soft, knowing smile, took his thick, throbbing dick into her mouth. She didn’t rush. Her lips, soft and warm, parted as she took him in, her cheeks hollowing as she began to suckle. Her tongue flickered out, tracing the swollen rim of his head, tasting him, before drawing him deeper with a gentle, insistent suction. She moved with maddening deliberation, her mouth a perfect rhythm, a series of long, drawn-out pulls that seemed to stretch time itself.

"Mmm... ohh... yes," Eren groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated from his chest. His fingers instinctively tangled in her soft, shimmering hair, holding her head gently, urging her on.

While Lyralei worked her magic on his dick, Sylvara lowered her head, her attention focused on his balls. Her lips, warm and wet, closed over them, her mouth creating a soft, gentle suction that sent delicious shivers through him. Her tongue flickered out, tracing the sensitive skin, before she began to lick and suckle, her movements slow and deliberate, designed to drive him mad with pleasure.

"Ahhh... Sylvara... yes," he gasped, his head falling back against the pillows, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of their combined ministrations.

The two women worked in perfect harmony, a symphony of sensation. Lyralei’s mouth was a masterpiece of slow, seductive pulls and releases. She would draw him in almost completely, his balls brushing her chin, then slowly release, just enough for his head to emerge, glistening with her saliva. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, licking, teasing, making every inch of him slick and incredibly sensitive. He could feel the soft pressure of her lips, the delicate movements of her tongue, driving him wild with anticipation.

Sylvara’s mouth on his balls was a different kind of pleasure, a constant, warm embrace that made him throb with a deep, aching need. Her tongue worked tirelessly, tracing the seams of his sack, occasionally taking a full ball into her mouth, a soft, warm hug that made him groan with delight. She would suckle gently, then harder, drawing his balls into her mouth, her lips creating a soft suction that made him groan.

The sounds in the chamber were a wild chorus of raw desire and intense pleasure: the soft slurp of Lyralei’s mouth, the low, throaty moans of Eren, and the soft, wet sounds of Sylvara’s mouth on his balls.

Eren was a prisoner of sensation. Lyralei’s mouth worked him relentlessly, slowly drawing him closer to the brink, while Sylvara’s mouth on his balls built a different kind of heat, a burning desire that coursed through his veins. He closed his eyes, his head falling back against the silken pillows, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. He could feel the subtle movements of Sylvara’s hips against his side, a soft, rhythmic grind that added to the overall symphony of sensations.

Lyralei varied her technique, sometimes a deep, pulling suck that made his vision blur, sometimes a light, feather-like tease that drove him mad with wanting more. He felt her breath hot against his skin, the soft sounds of her mouth on him filling his ears. He gripped her hair, his body arching slightly, silently urging her on. He felt the blood rushing through him, pooling in his dick, making it throb with a powerful, urgent rhythm.

"Ahhh... don’t stop... so good," he gasped, his voice ragged with pleasure.

The two women continued, taking their time, making him wait, pushing him closer and closer to an unbearable edge. He felt his dick swell even larger, throbbing under their expert ministrations. The gentle pressure on his balls from Sylvara’s mouth only amplified the sensation, drawing out his pleasure, prolonging the delicious torment.

After what felt like an eternity, but was likely only minutes, Lyralei slowly pulled her mouth away, his dick emerging wet and glistening, fully engorged. Sylvara also lifted her head, her lips glistening, a soft, contented smile on her face. Eren, panting and spent, lay there, his body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

He looked from one to the other, a deep, profound satisfaction painted across his face. "You were... magnificent," he managed, his voice still hoarse.

Lyralei and Sylvara simply smiled, radiating a quiet triumph. They had delivered on their promise of exceptional pleasure.

After a few moments of shared silence, allowing their bodies to recover, Lyralei shifted. She rolled onto her side, facing him, then gracefully pushed herself up to kneel on the bed. Her body was still beautiful, her breasts full and round, her nipples already perking up again. She looked at him, her gaze dropping meaningfully to his still-soft dick. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she turned, presenting her beautiful, curved ass to him, her back arching slightly. She reached back, her fingers gently touching his inner thigh. It was clear what she wanted. It was her .

Lyralei, with a slow, deliberate movement, turned on the bed, presenting her beautiful, curved ass to him, her back arching slightly. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes dark with a mixture of desire and anticipation. She reached back, her fingers gently touching his inner thigh. It was clear what she wanted. It was her turn.

Eren, still lying on his back, felt a renewed surge of energy. He reached out, his hands gripping her hips, his thumbs brushing against her slick, eager opening. Lyralei, with a soft, knowing smile, slowly lowered herself onto him. Eren felt the warm, wet embrace of her pussy as his thick, throbbing dick slid inside her. She took him in inch by agonizing inch, a slow, deliberate descent.

"Mmm... ohh... yes," Lyralei 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.

She 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 silver hair, like a waterfall, cascaded around them as she moved, sometimes brushing his face, sometimes obscuring her blissful expression. Her eyes, half-closed, were filled with a heavenly haze, her lips parted in a soft, continuous moan.

"Ohh... Eren... so good... so full," she whispered, her voice husky, almost lost in the sounds of their joining. She leaned forward, her bare breasts hanging enticingly above 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.

"Ahhh... Lyralei... that’s it," Eren groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated from his chest. His fingers instinctively tangled in her soft, shimmering hair, holding her head gently, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

As Lyralei continued her slow, seductive ride, Sylvara, ever the eager participant, moved closer. She knelt at Eren’s side, her dark hair spilling over his chest, her eyes bright with a hunger that had not yet been sated. She shifted her body, slightly parting her legs, presenting her own pussy to him. It was swollen, glistening wet, ready and waiting. Her gaze met his, a silent, powerful invitation.

Eren understood. He shifted his head, his face positioned perfectly between her legs. He began to lick, his tongue sweeping over her, slowly at first, tasting her, absorbing her essence. He sucked lightly on her clit, then harder, pulling on it with a controlled intensity that made her gasp. He teased, then soothed, building the tension, swirling his tongue around her swollen folds, pushing her closer to the edge without ever quite letting her get there.

"Please... Eren... I can’t... Oh, God! Don’t stop! Never stop!" she pleaded, her voice tearing with raw desire. Her hips instinctively pushed back against his mouth, urging him to take more.

Eren was a prisoner of sensation. Lyralei’s slow, deliberate ride on his dick pushed him to the brink, while Sylvara’s intense, focused licking built a different kind of heat, a burning desire that coursed through his veins. He closed his eyes, his head falling back against the silken pillows, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. He could feel the soft movements of Lyralei’s hips, the rhythmic squish of her pussy, the wet warmth of Sylvara’s mouth, and their combined moans and whimpers.

Lyralei varied her technique, sometimes a deep, pulling suck that made his vision blur, sometimes a light, feather-like tease that drove him mad with wanting more. He felt her breath hot against his skin, the soft sounds of her mouth on him filling his ears. He gripped her hair, his body arching slightly, silently urging her on. He felt the blood rushing through him, pooling in his dick, making it throb with a powerful, urgent rhythm.

"Ahhh... don’t stop... so good," he gasped, his voice ragged with pleasure.

The two women continued, taking their time, making him wait, pushing him closer and closer to an unbearable edge. He felt his dick swell even larger, throbbing under their expert ministrations. The gentle pressure on his balls from Sylvara’s mouth only amplified the sensation, drawing out his pleasure, prolonging the delicious torment.

After what felt like an eternity, but was likely only minutes, Lyralei slowly pulled her mouth away, his dick emerging wet and glistening, fully engorged. Sylvara also lifted her head, her lips glistening, a soft, contented smile on her face. Eren, panting and spent, lay there, his body humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

He looked from one to the other, a deep, profound satisfaction painted across his face. "You were... magnificent," he managed, his voice still hoarse.

Lyralei and Sylvara simply smiled, radiating a quiet triumph. They had delivered on their promise of exceptional pleasure.

After a few moments of shared silence, allowing their bodies to recover, Lyralei shifted. She rolled onto her side, facing him, then gracefully pushed herself up to kneel on the bed. Her body was still beautiful, her breasts full and round, her nipples already perking up again. She looked at him, her gaze dropping meaningfully to his still-soft dick. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she turned, presenting her beautiful, curved ass to him, her back arching slightly. She reached back, her fingers gently touching his inner thigh. It was clear what she wanted. It was her turn.