Chapter 128: Undress *
Of course, Elion understood what that ant.
A Leader.
A Champion. To ensure survival.
There were not many ways to interpret that—especially given the situation. So how would he describe this exact scenario?
He was in for raw, relentless fucking, and pumping his thick seed into every succubi cunt, knocking them up one by one to save their dying race.
"You’ve got to be kidding ," he muttered under his breath.
What happened to no strings attached when I received this system, huh!? He asked the system inwardly.
[The system stated explicitly that the Goddess has chosen you as her champion.]
But I was never told what that entailed, hmmm?
[What are you on about? And this works in your favour, no? This just ans more sex, and more points for you to grow stronger faster, especially since your partners this ti are not so pitiful.]
The headache grew sharper.
Is that supposed to make
feel better about being conned? It’s like telling a man who has been raped to be thankful for getting pussy, no?
[...]
The system had no straight answer to that analogy.
There were six succubi left in the world, and one divine ssage. A ’champion.’ And sohow, that champion was him—destined to spread their legs, drive his hips forward, and fill them until they were overflowing, watching their tits swell further with pregnancy, and their asses grinding back for more as the race grew under his relentless breeding.
He let out a long breath and rubbed his forehead, his eyes reopening to drink in their submissive forms, pussies dripping in anticipation of his acceptance.
"So," he said flatly, "your Goddess disappears for centuries, cos back without explanation, points at , and says I’m supposed to... what? Rebuild your race?"
Neither woman looked embarrassed.
Neither looked unsure.
They simply watched him.
"Yes," Esralda said softly, her voice breaking into a needy whimper as she reached back, fingers dipping into her own slick folds, pulling them apart to show him the fertile heat waiting.
Ophelia nodded once, her massive breasts swaying as she echoed, "That is what she told us." Her pussy clenched visibly, a squirt of arousal escaping to splash the rug
Elion stared at them.
He wasn’t angry.
He wasn’t flustered either.
He just felt... tired.
"This is insane," he said calmly.
Which brought him to the current mont in ti.
"We’ve been wicked, hiding our intentions from you. Use us as you see fit—whip us, fuck us, make us pay. Please!"
There was more to be said. He had questions, lots of them. Like where the other four succubi were. But that could wait.
Right now, there are two sex loving demons begging to be drilled to oblivion in front of him. Not to ntion a mission waiting to be completed. Everything else could wait, no?
Would he be Elion if he didn’t satisfy these two, naughty sex demons? Would he be a man if he didn’t fuck their brains out! NO!
"Co here..." Elion called to them. This was to turn out to be one hell of a day.
Ophelia and Esralda’s eyes lit up at Elion’s command, their bodies quivering with raw hunger as they crawled forward on all fours.
Ophelia reached him first, her hands trembling slightly as they hovered near his shirt, waiting for permission. Esralda flanked her, petite fingers itching to touch.
"Undress ," Elion commanded, leaning back slightly, his gaze raking over their naked bodies—Ophelia’s voluptuous curves quivering, her enormous ass settled on her heels, pussy lips swollen and parted.
Ophelia’s fingers hooked under the hem of his shirt, lifting it inch by inch, exposing the hard ridges of his abs, her breath hot against his skin as she leaned in, tongue darting out to trace a wet line up his navel while the fabric peeled away.
She tugged it over his head, her huge breasts brushing his thighs. Tossing the shirt aside, she pressed her mouth to his chest, sucking a nipple between her lips, teeth grazing as her hands slid down to his belt.
Esralda worked in tandem, her smaller hands unbuckling the leather with deft pulls, the tallic clink echoing in the room.
"Slowly. Show
how much you want this cock inside you."
She popped the button of his pants, zipper rasping down slowly, deliberately, her eyes widening at the sight of his bulging underwear, the head of his cock pushing against the cotton, a wet spot forming from pre-cum.
"Yes, master," she murmured, voice husky, as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, yanking them down his thighs along with the underwear in one fluid motion.
His long, thick cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach with a heavy thud, veins throbbing, the shaft curving slightly upward, balls heavy and drawn tight below.
Pre-cum oozed from the slit, trailing down the underside in a shiny rivulet.
"Oh my... it’s, much bigger than I imagined. " Ophelia gasped, her hand reaching out to wrap around the base, squeezing firmly as she pumped once, her thumb saring the fluid over the head while Esralda helped strip the pants off his legs, her full tits pressing into his knee, and her mouth opening to lick the inside of his thigh, slowly inching toward his sack.
"Arghh." Elion groaned.
Esralda whimpered, her free hand diving between her legs to rub her clit in frantic circles. "Good girls," he growled, tangling fingers in their hair, guiding Ophelia’s mouth closer to his tip. "Now worship it properly. Earn that breeding fluid."
They obeyed without hesitation. Ophelia’s red lips parted to engulf the head, sucking with hollowed cheeks, her tongue swirling the crown, while Esralda lapped at his balls, drawing one into her mouth with wet pops, their bodies arching in submission, asses wiggling as they knelt fully exposed, ready for him to claim and fill.
Ophelia’s mouth stretched wide around Elion’s cockhead, her lips sealing tight as she began bobbing forward, taking half his length into the wet heat of her throat.
"Mmmmm..." She gagged softly at first, her saliva dripping down the shaft, but pushed deeper, her cheeks hollowing with suction while her tongue pressed flat against the underside, tracing every pulsing vein. Her enormous breasts swayed heavily with the motion, slapping against his thighs.
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