Void Lord: My Revenge Is My Harem

Chapter 238 : Opening Shop and Increasing Harem Members XV

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He shifted, replacing his fingers with his mouth on Edda, tongue delving into her folds, lapping at her juices while sucking her clit. She writhed, hands fisting the sheets. Then he moved to Orna, his fingers now plunging into her hotter, tighter pussycat, feeling her walls clench around him. Orna gasped, her blacksmith’s strength making her thighs quiver as she ground against his hand.

"Taste each other," John commanded, pulling back. The women turned to one another, Edda first kissing Orna deeply, tongues tangling, before trailing down to suck on Orna’s breasts. Orna returned the favor, her mouth finding Edda’s pussycat, licking with broad, eager strokes. John watched, stroking his void stick, the sight fueling his desire.

Unable to hold back, he positioned himself behind Edda as she bent over Orna, his void stick pressing against her entrance. "Take it," he grunted, thrusting in fully. Edda’s pussycat gripped him like a vice, wet and hot, her moan muffled against Orna’s skin.

He pounded into her, hands gripping her hips, the slap of flesh echoing in the room. Edda’s weird fantasy surged — she imagined herself as a rogue assassin fleeing pursuit, caught and claimed in the heat of battle. "Harder, Lord! Punish me!" she cried, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

Orna lay beneath, her hands guiding Edda’s mouth back to her pussycat, grinding up as Edda’s tongue flicked over her clit. John’s pace quickened, his void stick stretching Edda with each deep plunge, hitting her depths until she shattered, her pussycat spasming around him, juices coating his length.

He pulled out, slick and shining, and turned to Orna. "Your turn, blacksmith." She rolled onto her back, legs wide, and he entered her slowly at first, savoring the way her pussycat enveloped him, warmer and more yielding. Orna’s eyes rolled back, her strong hands pulling him deeper. "Fill me, my lord," she begged.

John thrust steadily, building to a rhythm that had the bed creaking. Edda recovered, straddling Orna’s face, lowering her pussycat onto the woman’s mouth. Orna licked eagerly, tasting John’s essence mixed with Edda’s release. Edda leaned forward, capturing John’s lips in a fierce kiss, her nails raking his back.

The room filled with their sounds — wet smacks, gasps, the creak of wood. John’s void stick pistoned into Orna, her pussycat clenching tighter with each stroke. He reached around, fingers finding Edda’s pussycat again, rubbing her to another peak. She came with a scream, grinding down on Orna’s tongue.

Orna followed, her body tensing, pussycat flooding around John’s void stick as waves of pleasure crashed through her. He held back, pulling out to flip Orna onto her stomach, entering her from behind. Her ass cheeks jiggled with each thrust, and he spanked her firmly, the crack resounding. "You like that, servant?" he asked, voice rough.

"Yes, Lord! More!" Orna pushed back, her fantasy of submitting to her young master’s whims igniting her further.

Edda watched, her bold side emerging as she positioned herself under Orna, licking at the junction where John entered her, tongue occasionally brushing his void stick. The added sensation pushed John closer, but he withdrew, turning his attention to Edda.

"On your knees," he said. She complied, assed up, and he took her again, this time slower, teasing. His hand wrapped around her throat from behind, a light choke that made her gasp. "My dangerous little assassin," he murmured, thrusting deep. Edda’s weird twist flared — she envisioned a ritual of dark magic, his void stick, a conduit of forbidden power binding her soul.

"Claim me eternally, Lord," she moaned, her pussycat quivering. Orna crawled beside them, her mouth finding Edda’s breasts, sucking and biting gently.

John’s control frayed. He alternated between them, thrusting into Edda until she neared the edge, then switching to Orna, keeping them both teetering. Finally, he had them both on their backs, legs intertwined. He entered Edda first, f*cking her hard while Orna’s fingers worked her own pussycat and Edda’s clit.

The climax built like a storm. Edda came again, her cries sharp. John pulled out, plunging into Orna, her pussycat milking him until he couldn’t hold. With a roar, he withdrew, his void stick erupting, hot spurts painting their bellies and breasts in thick ropes.

They collapsed together, panting, bodies slick with sweat and release. But the night was young. After catching their breath, Edda grinned, her bold energy unflagging. "Lord John, we’ve only begun. Let me show you something from the shadows." She fetched a small vial from her discarded leathers — a black market elixir that heightened senses, her weird fantasy twist involving potions of endless lust.

She dripped it onto her tongue, then kissed him, sharing the bitter-sweet liquid. It burned pleasantly, igniting his nerves anew. His void stick stirred, hardening once more. Orna, curious, took a drop, her eyes widening as desire flooded her.

"Ride me," John said, lying back. Edda straddled him first, guiding his void stick into her pussycat, sinking down with a sigh. She rode with assassin’s precision, hips rolling in circles, then bouncing hard, her breasts jiggling. Orna knelt over his face, lowering her pussycat onto his mouth. He licked voraciously, tongue thrusting inside her while his hands gripped her thighs.

Edda leaned forward, kissing Orna, their tongues dueling as they moved in sync. The elixir amplified everything — the taste of Orna’s pussycat, the tight slide of Edda’s around his void stick, the sounds of their moans blending into a symphony.

They switched, Orna now riding his void stick, her stronger body slamming down with force that shook the bed. Edda took his mouth, grinding her pussycat against his tongue, her hands pinching her own nipples. John’s hands roamed, spanking Orna’s ass, fingers occasionally dipping into Edda’s back entrance, teasing.

"More," Edda demanded, her fantasy twisting to include forbidden penetrations. "Use my ass, Lord. Break me there."

John lifted her off, positioning her on all fours. He slicked his void stick with her juices, pressing the tip against her tight ring. She pushed back, relaxing as he eased in, inch by inch. The stretch made her hiss, but pleasure followed, her pussycat clenching emptily.

Orna watched, fingering herself, then crawled under Edda, licking her pussycat while John thrust into her ass. The dual sensation overwhelmed Edda, her body shaking as she came hard, walls fluttering.

John pulled out, turning to Orna. "You too," he said. She hesitated, then nodded, assuming the position. Her ass was fuller, taking him with a deep groan. Edda recovered, her mouth finding Orna’s pussycat, tongue lapping as John fucked her ass steadily.

The rhythm built, John’s void stick throbbing in the tight heat. He alternated again, claiming both their asses in turn, their cries filling the room. The elixir kept them going, orgasms rolling one after another.

Finally, as evenings hinted at the windows, John had them kneel before him. "Open," he commanded. They did, tongues out, and he stroked his void stick furiously. Release hit, splattering their faces and mouths, which they licked clean, sharing kisses.

Exhausted, they curled around him on the bed, bodies entwined. "My lord," Edda whispered, her bold fantasy sated for now. "Until next time."

Orna nuzzled his chest. "Always yours."

John closed his eyes, the door to further adventures firmly ajar in his mind.