Chapter 201: The Final Embrace

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Chapter 201: The Final Embrace Lyralei, with a slow, deliberate movement, turned on the bed, 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. Eren knelt behind her, his own body thrumming with a renewed and powerful hunger. He reached out, his hand gently cupping one of her full, rounded breasts, the other dropping to her hip to steady her. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Ready, my beautiful elf?" he whispered, his voice a low growl. "More than ready, Veilwalker," she breathed, her hips swaying slightly in silent invitation. With a deep, guttural moan, Eren pushed forward, burying himself deep inside her. "AHHH!" Lyralei cried out, her voice a sharp gasp of pleasure as he filled her completely. She was incredibly tight, her muscles clenching around him, milking his dick with an exquisite intensity. Her hips instinctively pushed back, urging him to take more. 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. The room filled with the sounds of their passion: the wet slap of his hips against her bottom, the wet schlick of his dick sliding in and out, and Lyralei’s continuous stream of desperate pleasure. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, a rhythmic accompaniment to their dance. "Mmm... ohh... yes," she breathed, her voice a low hum against his ear. Her hips bucked and writhed beneath him, her legs shifting, pulling him in even closer, urging him on. Her hands, gripping the bed, tensed and relaxed with each powerful thrust. As he pounded into Lyralei, Eren’s free hand, which had been cupping her breast, moved up to her mouth. He took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gently pinching and rolling the peak, eliciting a soft moan from her. He then took her other breast, kneading it gently, squeezing the soft flesh, his thumbs flicking her nipple. "Ohh... Eren... don’t stop... please," she pleaded, her voice tearing with raw desire. Eren 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, now fully recovered and observing from the other side of the bed, crawled over. Her eyes, dark with a hunger that had not yet been sated, were fixed on Eren and Lyralei. She moved closer, her lips finding Lyralei’s full, rounded breast. She began to suckle, her mouth a warm, wet heaven, pulling gently, then harder, drawing a sharp gasp from her sister. "Ohh! Sylvara!" Lyralei cried out, her moans escalating as the combination of Eren’s deep penetration and her sister’s stimulating touch pushed her further. She began to pump faster, her hips moving with more urgency, bouncing lightly on his dick, her breasts swaying with each powerful thrust. Eren was completely lost in the sensation, his dick pounding into Lyralei, his hand working her breast, and her sister’s mouth doing the same. He gripped Lyralei’s hips, pushing up into her, matching her frantic rhythm, driving deeper with each pump. He felt her inner walls milking him, pulling him in, urging him on. He could feel the desperate urgency in her movements, the way she clung to him, seeking more. He pounded into her, faster and harder, his hips slamming into hers with rhythmic force. The room was a symphony of their pleasure: the thump of flesh on flesh, the wet sounds of Sylvara’s mouth, and the desperate cries of Lyralei. He felt the tension building, 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. "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 continued to pound into her, driving home the last of his seed, his body a relentless piston of flesh against flesh. He felt her body go limp beneath him, trembling with the last echoes of her pleasure. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure satisfaction, as he collapsed onto her, his body slick with sweat. After a long moment, Eren slowly lifted himself off Lyralei. He looked down at her, her eyes heavy-lidded, a deep, blissful satisfaction painted across her face. He then moved, grabbing her, and with a swift, powerful motion, he flipped her onto her back. Her legs were still wrapped around him, her pussy slick and swollen. He looked at her, then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he pulled out. Lyralei gasped, her body tensing, her eyes widening in surprise and a hint of disappointment. But before she could speak, Eren leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Not done yet, my beautiful elf," he whispered, his voice a low growl. With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied the last of his seed onto her face, a warm, thick coating of his pleasure. Lyralei’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as she took in the warmth of his come. She lay there, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Eren, panting and spent, slowly pulled away. He looked at Sylvara, who had been watching with a hungry gaze, her eyes gleaming with unreleased desire. She was on her knees, her body humming with a quiet anticipation. She reached out, her hand finding Eren’s still-hard dick, and gently, teasingly, guided its head to her waiting entrance. She was ready to ride him again. 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. 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. "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 back into Sylvara, burying himself deep inside her, a new cry erupting from her lips. After what felt like an eternity, Eren, panting and spent, finally slowed. He leaned against the cool stone wall, his body slick with sweat, his breathing ragged. The two women, Lyralei and Sylvara, were a tangle of limbs on the floor, their bodies trembling with the last echoes of their pleasure. They were utterly spent, truly satisfied. Eren slowly walked back to the bed, his dick, now soft but still heavy, resting against his thigh. He lay down on his back, the cool silk a welcome relief against his hot skin. He closed his eyes, his body humming with a deep, profound satisfaction. He opened his eyes to see Lyralei and Sylvara, their faces flushed, their bodies glistening with sweat, looking at him with a mixture of adoration and exhaustion. He smiled, a genuine, satisfied smile. "That was the last time, my beautiful elves," he said, his voice a low, final rumble. "I’ve finally satisfied you both."

Chapter 201: The Final Embrace

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