Chapter 131: Marathon I
Elion’s body thrumd with endless energy as he flipped Ophelia onto her hands and knees, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her.
Esralda watched hungrily from the side, her fingers idly circling her own clit while she licked the remnants of Elion’s cum from her lips.
He positioned himself behind the mature succubus, gripping her wide hips and slamming his cock into her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust. Ophelia’s back arched, a sharp cry escaping as her walls stretched around his girth.
The slap of his pelvis against her ass cheeks rang out, wet and rhythmic, echoing off the chamber walls. He fucked her hard, pulling out to the tip before driving back in, balls smacking her clit with each impact. "Take it deeper!"
Elion growled, using one hand to tangle in her hair to yank her head back, exposing her throat. Ophelia pushed back eagerly, grinding her hips to et him, and her juices dripping down her thighs in rivulets.
Esralda couldn’t stay sidelined. She crawled closer, nipping at Ophelia’s swinging tits, sucking a nipple into her mouth, and biting down just enough to make the older woman yelp. "Mother, you’re hogging him already. Share that fat cock—let
taste how he’s ruining you."
Ophelia’s response was a throaty laugh mixed with a moan, but she swatted at her daughter’s hand playfully. "Patience, girl. I’ve earned first service as the elder here. You’ll get your sloppy seconds soon enough."
Hours blurred as the sun climbed higher outside the manor’s windows, but inside, ti ant nothing.
Elion pulled out of Ophelia with a wet pop, her pussy gaping and leaking his seed, and turned to Esralda.
He hoisted her up against the bedpost, legs wrapping around his waist as he impaled her on his length. Her full breasts bounced with every upward thrust, nipples scraping his chest.
The wood creaked under their weight, but the dominant sound was the fleshy smacks of his hips colliding with her ass, her pussy squelching around him.
"Fuck, you’re tight—clench harder for ," Elion commanded, using sinful touch to make her inner muscles flutter wildly. Esralda’s nails raked his back, drawing thin lines of blood that healed almost instantly.
She ca first, her body shaking as her release gushed out, soaking his balls. But he didn’t stop, pounding through it until she was sobbing for rcy—rcy he ignored, flipping her to face the post and re-entering from behind, his fingers spreading her cheeks to tease her puckered hole.
Ophelia, who had been recovering, slid back beneath them on the bed, her tongue darting out to lap at Elion’s sack as it swung with each thrust. "Mmm, don’t forget about , champion. My ass needs attention too—stretch it wide."
Esralda shot her a glare over her shoulder, even as pleasure twisted her face. "Back off, you greedy bitch. He’s buried in my pussy right now—wait your turn or I’ll ride him myself."
The banter dissolved into moans as Ophelia’s mouth found Esralda’s clit, sucking it while Elion’s cock hamred above.
....
By midday, sweat glistened on their bodies, the air thick with the musk of sex and the constant symphony of skin on skin.
Elion had them both on their backs, side by side, legs spread wide, alternating thrusts between their pussies.
He’d sink into Ophelia’s depths for a dozen strokes, her massive tits jiggling with the force, then switch to Esralda, her petite fra quivering under the assault.
Cum from earlier loads frothed at their entrances, bubbling out with every withdrawal.
"Which one feels better? Tell ," Elion demanded, voice rough as he plunged into Esralda again, her heels locking behind his back.
Ophelia reached over, pinching her daughter’s thigh.
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