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Unknown to the looming danger creeping closer to the Dark Elf forest... The bed chamber remained focus on their own world.
The air was thick with the musky scent of sweat and lust, the atmosphere charged with a primal energy that seed to pulse in ti with the thunder roaring outside.
Rain lashed against the protective barrier, its rhythmic patter a counterpoint to the symphony of moans and gasps that filled the room.
Even if soone was close they couldn't fully hear the moans from outside.
The storm outside was fierce, but inside, a different kind of tempest raged... a fucking storm, like literally, as raw and untad as the elents themselves.
Alan was at the heart of it, his body a furnace of heat and need, entwined with the three won who surrounded him.
The Ice Witch, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, rode him with a commanding grace, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that drove them both to the edge.
Her icy eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, her lips parted as she gasped, "Yes... Alan... deeper..."
Her voice was a sultry command, each word punctuated by the clapping of their bodies.
Alan's hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he matched her pace, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.
For no reason, his dick felt over-sensitive.
His breath ca in ragged bursts, his body trembling with the effort of keeping up with her relentless hunger.
The Ice Witch was like a wild force of nature, her movents precise yet very starving, her moans rising above the storm outside like a siren's call.
"Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhh, Mmm... you're so good..."
She purred, her nails raking lightly down his chest, leaving faint red trails that burned with a delicious sting.
At his side, Alora pressed herself close, her body radiating warmth as she leaned in, her lips finding his neck.
Her tongue traced a slow, teasing path along his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
"You're incredible," she murmured, her voice thick with lust, her breath hot against his ear.
Her hands road lower, her fingers brushing the sensitive spot where Alan and the Ice Witch were joined, igniting sparks of pleasure that made him groan.
Alora's touch was electric, her fingers dancing with a skill that amplified every sensation, pushing him closer to the brink with every caress.
'Fuck...'
It was too overwhelming.
The Elf General, knelt on his other side, her lust-clouded eyes burning with a fierce determination.
"After this... give it to ," she growled, her voice raw and needy. Her strong hands massaged his chest, her fingers kneading the tense muscles as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his shoulder.
Her breath was hot, her tongue darting out to taste his skin, each lick sending a jolt of pleasure through him.
"I want to feel it... I want you to make scream," she whispered.
Her voice was a mix of command and plea, her hands sliding lower to tease his abdon.
Her touch remained firm and unyielding.
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Fuck... with these three won playing with him, Alan was about to lose his mind.
Their hands, their lips, their bodies... Geez, it was a sensory overload, a relentless assault of pleasure that threatened to unravel him completely.
"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,"
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
The Ice Witch's moans grew louder, more desperate, her hips grinding against him with a fervor that made the bed creak beneath them.
Alora's fingers continued their teasing dance, her lips now nibbling at his earlobe, her soft gasps mingling with his own.
The Elf General's hands road with a possessive intensity, her lips trailing kisses across his chest, each one a spark that set his nerves alight.
Alan's control was slipping, his body trembling as the pressure built to an unbearable peak.
The Ice Witch's movents beca erratic, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as she clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"I'm... I'm so close..." she moaned, her voice breaking as she pushed herself harder, faster, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.
"Do it," Alora whispered, her voice a sultry encouragent as her fingers pressed just right, sending a shockwave of pleasure through him.
"Give it to her... make her scream,"
It was kinda arousing to her too, seeing her mother like this.
The dirty secret life of mother, daughter, and a slutty general.
The Elf General's growl was almost feral, her hands gripping his hips as she urged him on.
"Fill her up," she said, her voice thick with need. "Then it's my turn."
Alan couldn't hold back any longer.
With a guttural groan, he thrust deep, his release hitting like a tidal wave.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
The sensation was explosive, a surge of heat and pleasure that left him dizzy.
It felt like her pussy was sucking his soul.
..
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Mmmmm, so full...."
The Ice Witch scread, her body arching as she reached her own climax, her cry echoing through the chamber like a thunderclap.
"So warm... So good,"
Her thighs trembled, her body shuddering as she collapsed against him, her breaths ragged, her skin flushed with the afterglow.
Her entire body felt weak.
It felt powerless, lack of any energy to do anything.
For a mont, the room was still, the only sounds were the panting of their breaths and the distant rumble of the storm outside.
The Ice Witch's eyes fluttered open, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she leaned down, capturing Alan's mouth in a slow, lingering kiss.
"Mmm... you're a gift," she murmured, her voice husky with contentnt.
She slid off him, her body still trembling slightly, and settled onto the sheets, her frost receding as she basked in the warmth of their connection.
Yet there was a question in her mind.
What was this?
His power?
She was confused as she felt like a mortal girl.
She was also sleepy.
She wanted to sleep in his embrace.
It felt strange as she was fatigued and her powers were sealed.
Anyway, she couldn't take the chances of younger generations.
So, she had to get off and let another woman take over.
...
Alora was already moving, her eyes gleaming with hunger as she straddled him, her hands bracing against his chest.
"My turn, my turn," she said like a child.
Of course, she is no child.
She positioned herself above him, her warm vagina enveloping him as she lowered herself slowly.
"Ahhh~" a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Oh... yes..." she gasped, her hips beginning to move in a slow, teasing rhythm that made Alan's breath hitch.
Both mother and daughter had good pussy.
Nonetheless, Alora's movents were different from the Ice Witch's, less commanding, and more playful, but no less intense.
Her hands road his chest, her nails grazing his skin as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was both tender and hungry.
"You feel so good," she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure as she picked up the pace, her hips rocking with a rhythm that drove them both wild.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The Elf General, not content to wait, leaned in, her lips finding Alan's neck as her hands slid down his sides.
"Don't forget ," she murmured, her voice a low growl.
She was kinda little annoyed that the queen went up and began to ride him.
But what could she do?
Nothing.
She could only play with Alan's chest and neck.
Her tongue traced a path along his jaw, her teeth nipping lightly as she pressed herself closer, her muscular body a solid, grounding presence amidst the chaos.
Her hands road lower, teasing his thighs, her touch firm and deliberate, each caress stoking the fire within him.
All while,
Alan's hands found Alora's hips, guiding her movents as he thrust up to et her, each motion drawing a moan from her lips.
"Envoy!!! Ahhhh, ahhh, nnnghhh, mmmm, ah, ah, ah, ah, nnn, ... oh... don't stop..." she gasped, her voice breaking as she leaned forward.
Her breasts brushing against his chest, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him.
But it would be very great if she rubbed those huge lons on his face.
Anyway, he couldn't ask too much.
...
Among all these,
There was suddenly a loud noise from outside.
Alora who was riding Alan suddenly had her eyes cold.
The elf forest was attacked.
"We are under attack..." The elf general got up.
She no longer had lust-clouded eyes.
"Mmm, you go and kill them off," The queen ordered.
The what?
Why should she go?
Should she, as queen go too?
Them again, Queen have ascended and isn't allowed to hunt mortals.
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